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“Gunther, really, I’m just fine.” Kick protested against Gunther's caring behavior. He was examining an injury Kick had gotten from one of his latest stunts. He had hit the pavement pretty hard, and he could only be thankful that just his knees got hurt.
“No, Kick!” he replied, “I can’t just let your knees bleed out. That would make things even worse.” He didn’t look the daredevil in the eyes as he kept his focus on his scraped knees. They looked pretty bad, both of them were covered in so many bright red scratches that Kick couldn’t count them all. There was crusted blood around some of them, while the rest kept bleeding. His white jumpsuit was ripped and torn around it.
“I’m okay, I can handle it myself!” he whined, “Just one more stunt? I promise to take care of it right after.” The nordic boy shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows at the other.
“You won’t, you’ll get too wrapped up in the stunt that you won’t stop. Thats why I’m going to take care of this. Besides, you could injure yourself even more, and I doubt you want that.” Kick shook his head, almost feeling ashamed of himself. Gunther had a point, and a big one at that. Once Kick started, he couldn’t stop.
He let out a sigh, “Fine.” He gave in, albeit reluctantly. He trusted Gunther to take care of him, but the idea that he was missing out on more stunts for a pair of scraped knees just made him upset. He knew he couldn’t keep saying no, though. He would just be wasting time by doing that.
Gunther smiled, “Good! Lets head over to my house, all of my first aid stuff is over there anyhow.”
Kick raised an eyebrow, “How am I going to get to your house with injured knees?” Gunther was quiet for a minute. He hadn’t thought of that before he suggested it.
“I’ll just… um… carry you there?” He said with a bit of questioning in his tone. Carry him there? Gunther had the strength to do it-- anyone could pick Kick up, considering how small his physique was-- but it still felt embarrassing to be carried around.
Before Kick could even open his mouth to protest, Gunther was already wrapping his arms around him and lifting him off the ground. “It won’t take long,” he reassured him, “I don’t live too far away.” Gunther started making his way to his house, and Kick was just grateful that he kept the stunt in the bounds of his neighborhood this time.
“We’re here!” Gunther announced once he was standing at the front door, “I’ll get my kit, and you’ll be better in no time at all.” He sat Kick down on his couch, since it would be tiring to carry him all the way upstairs to the bathroom. Even if Kick wasn’t all that heavy, carrying him would still make your back ache.
Gunther and Kick were the only ones home, since Kick hadn’t seen his parents around. Gunther’s parents worked at BattleSnax, a restaurant in Mellowbrook. Gunther usually helped out at the BattleSnax, but he had taken the day off to help Kick on his now failed stunt.
Now that Kick had his mind on his knees, he really noticed how much they stung and ached. He winced at the amount of pain they had on their own. They were still bleeding, which Kick knew probably wouldn’t stop as soon as he hoped.
Gunther had come back downstairs, a few things in his hands. The blond laid out bandages that were large in size and a white tube. The first thing he grabbed was the white tube, twisting the cap off and squeezing some of it onto his finger.
“Whats that stuff?” Kick asked curiously, but not doubtfully.
“Just some antibiotic. It helps your cuts not to get infected.” As soon as the cream made contact with his cuts, Kick jumped at how weirdly cold it was. It caused the sting and ache to somewhat die down, but not completely vanish. Gunther did the same thing on the other knee, which had the same effect.
The next thing he did was put the bandages on both of his knees. They were the perfect size to cover up the complete area of the injury, which was weirdly impressive. After he was done, he focused his gaze on Kick’s helmet.
“Is something else wrong?” Kick questioned before he felt Gunther’s hand on the top of his helmet. He was tracing his hand around one certain area on the left side of it.
“Your helmet is cracked,” he noted, “Should I fix that too? If you want me to, of course.” Kick shrugged and took his helmet off, handing it to Gunther. The blond had a bright smile on his face, likely at the sight of Kick’s hair. He barely had his helmet off, so it wasn’t any surprise to him that people were in awe at the sight of him without it.
“Your hair is beautiful, Kick!” he remarked happily, “Its a shame you don’t show it off more often.” He had curly, ginger hair-- which was messy from how often he wore his helmet. He got that from his mom, since ginger genes have to go somewhere, no matter what.
“What can I say, I’m usually doing stunts, so I need my helmet on.” He laughed, toying with one of the curls as he spoke. Gunther sat Kick’s helmet down on the floor before sitting next to him on the couch, “Aren’t you gonna fix it?” Kick asked.
“Eh, I’ll get to it later,” Gunther replied playfully, wrapping his arms around Kick in a sloppy hug, “But for now, I’d rather just keep you company while you heal.” Kick let out a small chuckle as he returned the hug-- to the best of his ability, anyway.
Kick perked up at the feeling of Gunther’s hand running through his hair. His cheeks were dusted with a pink blush as he looked at the other. “Uh… what are you doing?” Gunther looked a little alarmed when he said that, pulling his hands away.
“Sorry, did you not like it?” Gunther sounded panicked, but Kick only shook his head.
“I never said I didn’t like it.” He responded, letting Gunther continue to toy with his hair. It wasn’t silky or smooth, it was actually pretty dirty and a little bit ruffled. But as long as Gunther was happy with it, he was happy with it.
Kick laid down against Gunther’s chest absentmindedly, the exhaustion from today finally catching up to him. Gunther laid down with him-- he must’ve been exhausted too. He stopped playing with Kick’s hair to wrap his arms around his upper half again.
Maybe letting him tend to him wasn’t that bad after all.