It was a peaceful evening, and Seamus sighed content as cold air blew in through the window and cooled him down. Most would find the Winter too cold to leave open the window, but then again, he was dating the personification of winter itself. Seamus was so sucked into rereading Hunger Games that he hardly heard the incoming whistle of wind that said someone was flying in, fast.

"Shea!" Jack called, landing roughly in the window. Seamus bolted up, concerned by the pain lacing his tone.

"Jackson? What happened?" He asked, setting down his book. Jack hissed and held his leg out carefully as he sat.

"My leg..." He said. Seamus' eyes grew wide.

"Are you alright?" He asked, rushing to Jack's side. The hellion shifted and cringed.

"Well my pants aren't naturally red," He said. Seamus' brows furrowed in worry.

"Can you stand?"

"It hurts a lot but yeah," Jack said. Seamus shook his head.

"Come here, I'll carry you," He said, pushing the window closed and looping an arm under Jack's legs.

"Hey!" Jack yelped, dropping his staff and clinging to Seamus. The older spirit wrapped an arm around his back and picked him up effortlessly. He began walking away from the window. "Put me down!"

"Be quiet," Seamus scolded. "It'll only hurt more."

"Where are you even taking me?" Jack whined.

"The bathroom, to wash your leg," Seamus explained. He kicked the door lightly to open it and let Jack down gently on the tub ledge. He turned on the water and looked to Jack. "Don't worry, you don't need to get in. Just take of your pants."

"What?"

"So I can get to your skin," Seamus clarified. Jack grumbled. "Really, Jackson, take your mind out of the gutter."

"Well, it isn't unlike you to jump me when you can..."

"... As true as that may be, you're hurt and I'm more concerned about that than anything else right now," Seamus said, smiling slightly. Jack sighed and complied, undoing his belt and wiggling his pants down to his knees. He got his left leg out of the pants easily, but his right caused him to wince.

"Owowow," He hissed. Seamus swatted away his hands and helped to gently remove the pant leg. He cringed at the sight.

His calf was raw and irritated, with thin but deep scratches along his skin. It looked even more grizzly against the pale contrast of his other skin. Jack breathed deeply, obviously pained.

"How..."

"Lot's of ice and gravel," Jack said briskly. Seamus sighed and grabbed a towel, placing it on the floor under Jack's leg. Jack fidgeted as Seamus stuck a towelette under the water and lightly brushed Jack's leg with the cloth.

"So, what happened?" Seamus asked.

"Sophie ran after an egg into traffic, and there was a snowplow coming, so I tackled her out of the way. And well, I dove right into a snow bank full of ice and gravel," Jack explained. Seamus nodded and ran the cloth under the water again. He took some soap to the towelette and dabbed Jack's leg. He hissed through his teeth and gripped the edge of the tub, eye clenched tightly. Seamus' brows furrowed.

"Sorry," He said. "But I have to clean this before it's infected."

"Okay, okay, just make it quick," Jack said quickly, biting his lip to hold in a whimper. Seamus nodded and took a clean cloth, soaked it, and pressed it over Jack's leg. He then dabbed it dry with another towel and turned off the water. He stood. "Where are you-"

"I'm just grabbing some gauze and medical tape, and some Neosporin, for your leg," He said. He opened the sink cabinet and grabbed out the supplies, before walking back to Jack's side. He held Jack's foot in his lap and took a huge glob of Neosporin, smearing it on Jack's cuts. He stiffened but sighed after a moment.

"Better?" Seamus asked with amusement. He nodded.

"Much," Jack said. Seamus smiled, and he went about cutting out a good sized piece of gauze. He turned Jack's leg and pressed the gauze to his calf. Then he took the medical tape and taped the sides and across the middle.

"There, all better," Seamus said, setting the tape aside. Jack nodded slowly and rolled his ankle, a pensive look crossing his face as he moved his foot and leg around.

"It still hurts," He complained. Seamus smirked and kissed his calf on the taped gauze.

"There's not much I can do to help," He said. Jack flushed and averted his eyes.

"That helped..." He said sheepishly. Seamus chuckled and sat up on his knees. He leaned forward and kissed Jack softly. Jack hummed and gripped Seamus' shoulders, tugging on the fabric of his shirt. "Helps a lot actually...

Okay, I shit you not, tearing up your calf with ice and gravel is painful. I was standing atop a frozen snowbank once with a couple of guy friends, and Michael pushed me slightly, and my foot fell through the surface of the bank and my calf was torn up. The scars are still visible on my leg. Not fun.

Okay, I'll be working on a lemon I have prepared for you all as an apology gift. Enjoy!