theme: hot water bottle

"Rigby, are you sure you're handling that correctly?" Eileen asked.

She untied her sleeping bag, leveling out the folds after neatly laying it down. "Yeah, yeah- Don't sweat it, Eileen," he replied, carefully taking the hot water bottle out of his sack.

He scoffed. "When have I ever been known to screw things up?" Eileen giggled.

She slipped into her sleeping bag, and gazed at the scenery that encircled them.

Rigby slid the hot water bottle under his blanket and joined her. "Woah," he commented, admiring the stars suspended in the night.

"This looks like something you'd see in HD."

"Only it's the real thing," Eileen replied, smiling. He began to return the warm offering, but was surprised by her hand being placed over his. Muscles in his arm started to tense up.

Uncomfortable, Rigby scooted his sleeping bag inches away from hers. Until, suddenly...

"Aah!" Rigby hollered, frantically unzipping his bag.

"What?"

Eileen bolted up, displaying genuine concern for her friend.

"Hothothot!" he proclaimed, gesturing to his back.

Somehow, he had overfilled the hot water bottle, causing it to leak through the cheap fabric of the sleeping bag.

"Rigby! I asked if you needed help!" she exclaimed, immediately peeling off his long-sleeved shirt.

"How the heck was I supposed to know that it would overflow?" he squealed back at her.

Eileen didn't respond as she guided Rigby over to the campfire to better observe his injuries.

Even though the flickering embers were dull, she could definitely tell that it wasn't pretty. His entire back appeared to be scalded. Eileen sighed and headed towards her backpack.

"Eileeeen," Rigby moaned. "It hurts- really, really badly."

"I know it does," she said in a soothing tone.

She pulled out a miniature kit, propping it up beside her backpack.

"Good thing I remembered to bring this."

A long spool of bandage, along with some container of cream, was sorted out.

"This might sting a bit," Eileen warned, scooping out goo with two fingers.

He winced as she tenderly rubbed his back, slightly groaning at first.

But soon enough, he became accustomed to it.

Eileen ripped off a portion of bandage and wound it around Rigby's chest.

Rigby glanced up at her, pleasantly shocked. "You handled that really well."

"I babysat when I was a teenager, so I'm used to handling whiny little kids and their boo-boos."

Rigby scowled at her, but soon gave way to a chuckle.

"Thanks, Eileen."

"Not a problem. Just let me fill up the water bottle next time, okay?"