Prompt: If you're still accepting hurt/comfort prompts I would like to read your take on either the 11 or 16th from that meme (whether it be Chris/reader or Chris/another character from the show's canon is your choice).
( hurt/comfort dialog prompts | 11. "Oh god, you're bleeding" )
Prompted by: seethem-dancing
Characters: Chris Halliwell, Piper Halliwell

Originally published 17 January 2018.

"Chris?" Piper glanced up from the boiling pot on the stove at the sound of orbing, fully expecting to see the young Whitelighter standing there impatiently and ready to tell her about a new demon that needed vanquishing.

He was standing in the kitchen doorway all right, but what she didn't expect was for him to have multiple gashes on his face and what she could see of his hands, still open and dripping scarlet. Piper's irritation with the Charmed Ones' neurotic Whitelighter vanished instantly, replaced with concern. "Oh god, Chris, you're bleeding."

Without thinking, Piper left her station and hurried over to him. "What happened?"

Chris flinched visibly at her show of concern, pale green eyes flicking away from her brown ones. "I was tracking a couple of demons. Either they saw me or I got too close. Either way…" His voice trailed off, leaving the implications all too clear to the Charmed One.

Piper said nothing for a moment. At some point she was going to have to talk to him about needlessly putting himself in danger, but that time was not right now. "I can call Leo. He can heal you."

"No!"

Okay, she knew Chris didn't like Leo but even so, the sharpness and abruptness of his response surprised her enough that Piper reflexively stepped back. Something flickered in Chris's eyes that she couldn't identify when he saw her reaction; then he took a breath as if trying to calm down, grimaced in pain.

"Just… do what you can to clean it up, please, Piper," he said in a softer tone. "They'll heal on their own."

Brown eyes held green for a moment; then she nodded, businesslike. "All right." Turning, she began gathering up what she would need to clean up his scratches. "Just take a seat, Chris," Piper tossed over her shoulder as she walked over to where they kept the first aid kit.

When she came back with the kit, he was sitting down without much complaint. That changed the instant she applied a washcloth soaked in cold water to clear up some of the blood: Chris flinched back with an irritated hiss of breath.

"Oh, stop fidgeting."

To her faint surprise, the Whitelighter actually listened to her and stayed still without complaining (much) as she continued cleaning his wounds.

"Okay, done," Piper said several minutes later, sweeping up the used supplies and tossing them in the nearby trash can.

"Thanks."

The subdued note in his voice had her pausing, turning her head to focus on him again. "Chris?" Suddenly it seemed important for her to say something, even if she wasn't sure why. "You can come to us if you need help. You know that, right?"

He scoffed derisively, met her gaze. "I've tried," he said flatly. "But all three of you have been so wrapped up in your personal lives you don't listen to me at all—even when I'm trying to warn you about a demon attack. So no, Piper, I don't know if I really can."

Before she could say anything to that, he disappeared in a stream of blue-white orbs.