Work Text:
As a police officer you always have to stay vigilant. Danger could come from anywhere at anytime, and when you’re putting your life on the line in a daily basis, it becomes a good habit to a) make it home in the first place and b) make it home relatively uninjured.
The LAPD offered training on how to ward off potential attackers, especially those with knives and other sharp, stab-able objects. They also trained their officers in what to do in the event that they were stabbed. This did not provide any comfort to Detective (Y/N) (L/N).
Tim, the LAPD’s poster boy for model cop, already knew what to do. He barked commands at anyone who could listen and (Y/N) was sure he demanded something of her too but she couldn’t hear him. Just looking down at the blood pooling through her shirt from her side made her ears ring at a deafening level.
She had always been good with blood and injuries but when it was on herself she shut down, and Tim knew this. He gentle shook her shoulders, bringing her attention to him. She still couldn’t hear him, but she followed his lead as he guided her to the ground to lean against a wall.
For a fleeting moment she though that she may die. It would be a pitiful end to a life barely lived. Of course it would be her luck to die in a liquor store full of drunks and lowlifes. But as she watched Tim continue to bark commands at any civilian nearby to get what she could only assume was a first aid kit and an ambulance called.
He quickly grabbed a bottle of generic vodka before settling in by her side again. He held it out to her. “One swig then you’re done.”
She hesitated as she took the bottle. However she knocked it bag quickly, wincing as the taste settled in. She shoved the bottle back into Tim’s hand to let him disinfect her very bloody stab wound.
“This is gonna hurt.” He didn’t allow her time to respond before he moved her shirt out of the way and generously poured it over the wound, ensuring no part was left uncoated.
Tim tried to avoid her wince of pain. Their relationship was strictly professional; it was in theory anyway. If anyone asked Tim he would say that they were dedicated but they were a detective so they couldn’t be that great. But he would want to answer about how kind and compassionate they were. He would want to talk about how their sense of humours align or how they’re always in sync, like two halves of a whole.
But he had a relationship with someone on the force before. What happened with Isabelle broke his heart, and Tim knew that he couldn’t put himself in that position again. So he would resign himself to tending to her wounds and caring for her whenever he can