Prompt: "Do you trust me?"
Pairing: Cress x Thorne
"I'm dying, Cress."
Her voice shook as she slid a hand through his matted hair, trying to calm him. "It's a bad wound, and it's probably going to need more than just some stitching, but you're not dying, ok?"
"All I see is blood."
She had to admit that it did look quite bad. It was lucky that Wolf had managed to fight off one of the Queen's new soldiers before he could tear Thorne's leg off completely. The feral creature had left quite the gash.
"I'm going to clean it with anti-septic first, and then try to sew it up. All I have is what's left from the med kit."
"I wish I could hold your hand," he said. "You know how squeamish I am."
She did, and she wished that too. "We have to get started," she said instead.
He gritted his teeth in pain as she tried to wash out the wound. Cress knew this was only the beginning, though.
She raised the needle with a shaky hand and tried to steady herself. "Okay, Thorne. I'm going to begin now. Do you trust me?"
He winced but nodded. She bent herself over his leg as he squeezed his eyes shut.