Author note:
TW: Mention of blood and wound in the chapter.
"Damn it!"
"Babe? You alright?" Alex asks with a little bit of concern in her tone.
Getting no reply, Alex gets up from the couch and walks into the bedroom. Maggie just got back from a long day at work and went into the bedroom right away, not after give Alex a kiss though.
"Oh babe" Poking her head into their bedroom, Alex's heart aches upon what she sees.
Maggie is sitting on their twin bed, her grey t-shirt looped around her neck. She has her hands pressing against her left side, which is facing the doorway so Alex has caught the glimpse of red on the gauze under Maggie's hands.
Hearing Alex's voice, Maggie looks up with wide eyes with exhaustion, pain and slight panic.
"Mags, you are pressing the wound too hard" Alex says while approaching Maggie.
Maggie subconsciously let her hands drop from her side onto her lap, eyes still wide and unfocused.
"I've got you Mags" Alex gently helps Maggie out of her t-shirt and jeans, silently checking if there's any other injuries on Maggie.
Alex sighs at her wife's silence, knowing that it must be a tough case leaving Maggie in such state and decides not to ask yet. She perches on the edge of the bed beside Maggie to peel off the gauze and check on the wound. There's blood pooling at the cut, stitches must be popped when Maggie tried to undress herself and that's what caused the swearing.
"Stay here and sit tight okay? I'm gonna grab the first-aid kit" Alex gently reapply the gauze and kiss the side of Maggie's head before heading into the ensuite bathroom.
"Come here. Let me fix it." Alex pats at the space besides her when she settles on the bed, pillows fluffed to let Maggie lean against in a sitting position.
Maggie scoots over quietly, letting out a small wince when her movement pulls her wound. She leans against the pillows on her good side and let Alex peels off the gauze again.
"I'm gonna pull out the popped stitches and redo them okay?" Alex explains softly while injecting a syringe of home-use anesthetics near the wound.
Maggie nods numbly, eyes staring into nothing.
The pair remains quiet the whole time Alex patching up Maggie. When Alex has finished the stitches and reapplied a clean gauze on the wound, she leans down to press a kiss onto it.
"You're all good now. I will go wash up and grab you some pajamas, then we rest okay? You hungry?"
Maggie just shakes her head, not moving from her position.
Moments later, when Maggie is dressed in her softest pajamas and wrapped in Alex arms under the comforter, she whispers quietly
"I love you Al"