Since then, there had been several more incidents, each time worse than the last. Blossom had asked him several times on what was going on and if he needed help, but each time he would brush her off and say that it's not a big deal.
But it was a big deal to Blossom. Her overgrowing concern swallowing her whole. The feeling of needing to protect someone in need which is basically written in her DNA. Of course she could not voice this to Brick, he would just push her away.
So she does what she can for him, becomes a nurse of sorts each time. Needles and X always stocked in her private bathroom for him. Window unlocked so he can come in when he pleases. Her dragging him to the bathroom forcing him to sit down on the toilet while preparing a needle for him. Injecting it directly in his bloodstream. Letting him grip her hips while the X flows through, fixing broken bones and gashes. Face pressed into her stomach as he groans in pain. Always trying to keep quiet. Stroking his head in a loving manner and surprisingly he doesn't fight her on it. Quite the opposite, as he never received affection in his life. Once his hold loosens up, she cleans any dried up blood and grime from his body.
One night he comes in a much worse condition. He barely makes it through her window and she flies straight to him before he collapses on the floor.
"My god, Brick!" she exclaims. All of his weight is leaning on her. If she wasn't a super they both would have tumbled down. He groans against her and he is heaving. for air.
She makes quick work in dragging him to the bathroom and sitting him down. Assessing the damage, she finds broken ribs and fears that one or both lungs are punctured. In a panic, Blossom pulls out the supplies and thankfully she had thought of restocking Chemical X earlier that day.
Once she has a needle filled with a larger dose of X, she grabs a hand towel and turns to Brick. He is sickly pale and it makes her insides turn as he leans against the wall holding his middle, breathing much more rapidly. Blossom forces herself to calm down so that she can get to work.
She firmly grabs his face and calls out to him in what she hopes is a reassuring voice. "Brick, I need you to open your mouth," shakily, Brick complies. Taking the hand towel, she places it into his mouth and he immediately bites down.
She then adjusts him into place, being extra careful as to not cause him any unnecessary y pain. His hands on her hips and groaning sounds is what she registers as she reaches for the needle on the bathroom counter.
"I'm sorry, Brick," she whispers out as she pushes the plunger down. Muffled yelling comes out of Brick and he grips her so hard that she drops the used needle. She can already feel large bruises forming from his hold. If she had been a normal person she has no doubt that she would have been crushed from his strength.
Muffled cries is the noise he is making now, it breaks her heart because she knows how brutal X is in healing their bodies when they must add more to their system. She has never experienced it at this level though.
She soothes him as best she can, one hand massaging his scalp and the other rubbing his back.
His cries turn into groans and whimpers, but he stays in the same position as the X rearranges his bones and repairs damaged organs. Blossom can feel the tears soaking through her shirt and the shaky breaths that he takes.
After about 20 minutes, Brick seems to finally calm down and she knows that the worst is over. She holds him for a while longer quietly humming.
He finally leans back against the back of the toilet, head against the wall staring up at the ceiling. She knows that he's exhausted when he shuts his eyes. She picks up the rag that was in his mouth and the needle from the floor to dispose of. The towel is somewhat burnt thanks to his fire ability.
She then turns to the sink to start her routine of washing him down. He stares at her intently as she gets to work in washing her hands and walking around the bathroom to grab her supplies she keeps in here just for him.
When she's ready she turns to him. She gingerly takes off his beloved hat and places it on the counter. He knows this routine all too well, always starting with his face.
He looks up at her while she cleans his face. Always gentle. He can't help but think how pretty she looks when she is concentrating on her task.
Sometimes his shirt needs to be removed and this is definitely one of those times. Carefully pulling it up and over his head, she can see the gashes scattered over his chest and back. The shirt having several holes and stained with blood. She can't imagine what the wounds looked like before she gave him the X. She can see the wounds healing themselves and she sighs in relief in knowing that she will not need to give him another dose.
She tries not to stare when she cleans his upper body, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't attracted to Brick.
The bowl she had filled with warm soapy water turns cold and red. Satisfied with her work, she asks Brick if there are wounds on his lower body and even in his condition, he lazily smirks at her and says, "No."
She rolls her eyes at him, but can't help the blush coloring her cheeks.
Brick shuts his eyes again, the bathroom lights being too bright for him. His head hurts and the X is trying to knock him out so it can finish healing him, but he won't have none of that.
Blossom makes him sit up, and he isn't sure for what but he is too tired to fight her. He then feels her fingers brushing through his hair after she pulls the elastic out. He usually fights her on fixing his hair since it is literally the least of his worries. Claiming that he'll deal with it later, but her fingers feel so good going through his auburn locks that he decides to just let it go.
Blossom is surprised that he's not putting up a fight. She figures the exhaustion is to blame. She retrieves a spray bottle full of water to help get the dried blood out. She wonders if all of the blood she has been cleaning off of him is just his, but she remembers how bloody his hands were and knows at least that blood did not come from him.
She then decides that she needs to use shampoo in his hair to get it all out. He's surprised and startled when he feels her douse water on his head. She is very careful not to make a mess and to not move him. She goes over to her shower to retrieve her shampoo and conditioner to use on him. Before he could protest, she lathers some shampoo on her palms and starts massaging it in.
And it feels so fucking good that he decides to let this go too. Just this once.
He notes the smell of strawberries and cream and it is so Blossom. It's intoxicating.
He closes his eyes once more and the next thing he knows is that she's gently pulling and tugging his hair one way then another. He then realizes that she's braiding his hair. When he opens his mouth to protest, she's already tying off the end of the braid.
Whatever. He thinks.
He goes to stand, but the world starts to turn fuzzy and he's trying to tap into his super vision it's just not working. Blossom forces him back down onto the toilet and this only aggravates Brick.
"Brick, hold on. You need to rest for a bit." Blossom insisted. "Yeah, like that's an option." He mutters out.
Ignoring him, she helps him up and makes sure he doesn't fall over. He's dizzy and disoriented, but he's determined to leave. He pushes out of her grasp taking a few steps towards the window. His vision is swimming. Blossom hisses out his name and he feels like he's going to pass out.
Before he knows it, he feels like he's falling forward. Except, that he is falling forward. Blossom is able to catch him before he smacks face first into the glass of the window.
She lets out an exasperated sigh. Her frustration with him coming out.
"Will you stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you?" she whisper shouts.
Even in his state, he can still be an ass.
"Yeah? What's it to you?" he bites back.
"You're the one that comes looking for me Brick. Not the other way around." she whispers.
This stops him, because she's right. And he hates when she's right. This must be how Butch and Boomer feel with him, but unlike his brothers he can at least admit when he's wrong. He sighs.
"Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm not used to being out of control." He knows that her out of all people would know that feeling. She nods in understanding. "I know Brick, but you have to listen to me just this one time. You're in no condition of being out and about at this time. You'll probably fall out of the sky if you try to fly." She states matter of factly.
More like out of the window. He thinks to himself.
He doesn't fight her anymore and allows her to move him on to her bed. Then he realizes that she's trying to put him to bed.
"Hey Pinky, what's the big idea?" he says when she tries to push him down. He won't budge.
"You need to rest Brick, or at least until the X fully goes through your system. "
He thinks about what she just said, but thinking right now makes him tired, and being tired puts down his defenses while she pushes him down again. This time being successful. He tries to fight it, but the bed is so comfortable and it smells just like her it makes his head go fuzzy with sleep.
The last thing he recalls is her tucking him in.
"Goodnight, Brick." and he's out like a light as Chemical X finally drags him under.