Can you do a prompt where one of them gets a sex injury? and it's kind of really funny, except for obviously the one in pain...haha. basically something just ridiculous and short probably :D
Santana and Brittany stood before the doctor nervously in all their post-sex glory. Brittany was positive the shirt she had on belonged to Santana since she could feel the cool air of the room on her stomach. Santana's hair was messily thrown up into a bun with Brittany's help since it was damn near impossible to do her hair with just the use of her right hand. At least her clothes matched, unlike Brittany who didn't even have time to put on the right pairs of shoes.
The doctor eyed the both of them suspiciously, "Well ladies, it's definitely dislocated."
"Fuck." Santana breathed out. She kind of knew that since her arm was kind of just hanging there by her side, she just didn't want to believe it. Brittany rubbed her back soothingly, a guilty pout forming on her lips.
"I'm sorry, honey.." Brittany whispered sadly, she didn't mean for any of this to happen. Santana knew that and sent her a reassuring smile.
"Go ahead and take a seat, I'll set it back in place." He advised, gesturing to the bed. Santana went willingly with Brittany moving to stand on the opposite side, "I just need you to take your shirt off as best as you can so I can see the positioning, it's in a tough spot."
"Okay." Santana said and started to pull off her shirt with Brittany's help. Thank God Brittany got her into a bra before they left!
The doctor's eyes widened at the sight of long scratches going down Santana's back, jagged and a little swollen. Brittany blushed as he swiveled around in his chair to face Santana, "What did you say happened again?"
"I got attacked by a bear." Santana stated as the doctor pressed cold fingers along her shoulder. She watched him eye the small, purple blotches along her neck, "It was a very affectionate bear.."
"Aren't they all," The doctor chuckled uncomfortably while Brittany hid her smirk behind her hand, watching the doctor work, "You're going to feel a little pressure, Miss Lopez."
"Yeah." Santana nodded and gritted her teeth, preparing herself for the- "Ow, fuck!"
"Are you okay, baby?" Brittany asked immediately, shooting forward to grab her right hand. Santana just nodded weakly and rotated her left shoulder that was now popped back into place.
"I'm good, Britt, it's alright." She said with a smile and turned to the doctor, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," He replied and started to jot down some notes, "Take this out front and you'll be good to go."
"Okay." Santana nodded as he stood up and handed her a piece of paper.
"Make sure this one stays away from those bears." The doctor told Brittany.
"I'll try, but bears just love her so much." Brittany replied causing Santana to roll her eyes. She looked down at Santana once they were alone, "A bear attack, really?"
"What? It was the best I could think of!" Santana laughed before she looked up at her girl and her voice grew serious, "Look Britt, I love you but I think your armpit fetish is going to kill me one day." Santana said, watching Brittany smirk and shake her head.
"I'm sorry, San. I just- we used to do it all the time in high school and no one got hurt.." Brittany pouted, "Do you think we're getting old?"
"Hell no! Santana Lopez does not get old."
"Tell that to you dislocated shoulder."
"Britt! It's not dislocated anymore.."