Patch You Up

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Patch You Up
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Let's hope you're not squeamish. Even if you are, you're going to have to power through it, because your crush, significant other, lover, or fellow practitioner in romantic tension has been battered and bruised. The degree of severity, from a minor scrape to a life-threatening injury, can vary, as can the reason - they may even be hurt because of you. If that's the case, you have all the more reason to tend to their wounds with your own two hands.

No one can take care of them like you can.

Bust out the bandages, even if they don't want you to worry over them or can't believe that anyone would. Though it's not your intention, if you're genre savvy, you may know that your best Florence Nightingale may be the final push if you're not together-together.

That's assuming if you both don't pass out from botched first aide before any of that happens. Don't forget that a kiss to make it better is critical!

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[frozenassets]

Bucky grimaces down at the ripped fabric of the jacket. He was hoping to get out quick, not have someone fussing over him too long. Bucky's mouth twitches into a smirk as he watches Izumo root through the cabinets one by one.

"Yeah well, some guys need to learn a lesson." is all he says with a careful, pained shrug. Steve's thing about standing up to bullies and just taking it over and over is fine, but personally, Bucky's secretly thought that the only way to make it count was to grind a punk's nose so much into the dirt that they didn't think about getting up to do it all over again. Izumo comes back a moment later, then his eyes land on the tattered sleeve of the jacket. With a wince, Bucky carefully, gingerly, shrugs out of it, gritting his teeth as he breathes through them when the fabric catches on the gash on the way off, while Izumo helps.

"Just this arm," Bucky tells him, though he catches at Izumo's wrists when he tires to go for the shirt. Bucky stops him, then starts popping the buttons himself one by one. He gets one sleeve off. Figures that's good enough.

He darts a glance at his arm, and seeing from the large smudges or red and the deep gash, he kind of wishes he hadn't. "Got shoved into a dumpster. Part of it must've been sticking out."

[clouded_moon]

Izumo grimaced and snatched up his cloth to wipe Bucky's arm off, clearing the blood away to get a better look at the gash. "Or something," he muttered, and peered anxiously at the cut. Ragged edges, but it seemed to have mostly stopped bleeding. "Oh, Bucky, that might need stitches."

He leaned back and got out the iodine. "This is going to hurt like hell, you know," he warned, as he wet a piece of gauze with the brown stuff, wrinkling his nose at the cutting scent.

He reached out and caught Bucky around the upper arm, just above the elbow, to keep him from jerking away too much. "Ready?"

[frozenassets]

It's not that bad. Bucky can tell himself that as long as he doesn't look directly at it or at the face Izumo's making, but morbid curiosity has him sneaking peeks anyway as the other man ducks his head and begins to clean at the borders around the gash. Once or twice he gets a little too close, and this jagged, low pain crawls up along his shoulder. Bucky's jaw tightens.

"Don't suppose you know a thing about stitches, do you?" Bucky asks, half-hoping he does, half-hoping he doesn't because he doesn't trust Izumo nearly enough to stick needles into him. He eyes the gauze soaked with iodine, reluctantly. And that's gonna hurt like a mother.

Bucky clenches his fingers into a fist and looks straight head, levelly at the corner of the room. "Ready."

[clouded_moon]

Izumo waited until Bucky tensed, then laid the iodine on. Blood well up with the brown stains, as Izumo tracked it across the wound, fingers clamped tight on Bucky's arm to keep him still as possible so he could be finished quickly.

He waited until he was through and Bucky's breathing had leveled out before he addressed the comment on stitches. "I know enough about stitches to know I do a damn poor job at them. If you don't want it to scar badly, you need someone else to stitch it up." He wiped up a fresh drip of blood, then let go of Bucky's arm. He moved to the sink to rise his wash rag out again.