Day Six: Bandages

Percy Jackson and the Olympians AU because why not! And this is the last prompt I wrote, and I SOOO much fun with this! Can't wait until next year!

"Gods Maka, what the hell happened this time?" Soul rushed to the staggering blond, shocked to see her face mixed with dirt and blood. He wrapped his arm around her waist and navigated her to a bed where he could interrogate her properly while bandaging her wounds.

This girl was going to be the death of him. This was the exact reason why he didn't take nearly as many infirmary shifts as he used to before he met her. If he didn't know any better, the girl was the daughter of Ares, not Athena. She always got into fights, always got hurt.

She was such an idiot.

Then again, maybe he should take more shifts. Knowing Maka, she'll get hurt again and he'll be damned if he lets someone else bandage her.

Maka shrugged, wincing slightly as he lowered her onto the bed, "I got into a fight with Black*Star in the arena. It's really no big deal, we just got carried away."

"Yeah, you got carried away. If it weren't for your divine blood, you would need to go to an actual hospital." His voice was laced with sarcasm, not at all amused with how impassive Maka was being.

Soul tried not to look into her eyes while he washed the smeared blood from her face. It was becoming a routine, really. She would prove whoever it was that insulted her wrong by bashing their face in, and then she would come to the infirmary to get stitched up. It pissed him off that someone as smart as her could be so careless, but one look into her eyes would dissipate any anger he had.

Her eyes really did mesmerize him. They were a weird, mossy green, not the usual gray you see in Athena's children. But when her adrenaline was up, or if she was in a middle of a battle, her green would mix with the gray, creating a storm like what you would find out at sea. It was the coolest thing he's ever seen.

Don't think about her like that when she's right in front of you, idiot.

Shaking his head from the very incriminating thoughts, she thought back to what she said about Black*Star. Those two butt heads more than anyone he ever met. If people didn't know them, they would have no clue that they were practically siblings and traveled across the country to a camp for demigods. Much more impressive than Soul taking a mere bus ride from Connecticut.

"What'd he say to piss you off? This is a lot worse than what you normally come in with." His hand on her cheek to keep her head steady, he rubbed some antiseptic on the still bleeding gash. The corners of his mouth twitched when Maka wrinkled her nose in slight pain, but then remembered that he was mad at her. She's stupid for getting hurt and her being totally not cute is not going to change that.

"Just the same misogynistic shit that he normally says. It only looks bad because it's a head wound."

He shook his head at her, "Or maybe it's because it is bad. You came in here like you were drunk." He bent down, looking into her eyes. They were unfocused, probably meaning that she had a concussion. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

She blinked, trying to zero in on Soul's two fingers. After three seconds hesitation, he knew she was concussed and shoved a small ambrosia square into her hand. His jaw was tight, not at all liking that Maka was this hurt. Didn't anyone think to walk her over here? "You idiot, you walked here by yourself when you had a concussion? What were you thinking!?"

Maka scowled, "I didn't, Black*Star walked me over here, but then ran off when he saw Tsubaki." She crossed her arms, her voice bitter, "And what do you know about concussions? You're seventeen."

He palmed the gauze that was in his hand, unrolling it. He glanced down at her before unleashing his admittedly uncalled for snarky comment, "A seventeen year old son of Apollo, god of healing and medicine, oh wise one."

He yelped when Maka kicked his shin, "Asshole."

"Whatever, pigtails, just eat. You're not going to be able to play capture the flag if you're stuck in here with a head injury." He held her choppy bangs back, wrapping the bandage around her forehead.

She rolled her eyes, and nibbled on the square. After a few moments of him bandaging her head and her eating, she laughed, "It's like I have my own personal nurse."

He stopped wrapping her head, and stared at her, not knowing how to take the comment. Finally he chuckled and tied off her bandage, "If that's true, then I need to start getting a paycheck."

The bed shifted when he sat next to her, putting the gauze on the bedside table. She smiled and looked him, "No, you'd do it for me for free."

Soul glanced at her and closed his eyes, nudging her with his shoulder, "Yeah, I would."