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“This one looks pretty bad.”
You gestured to a particularly deep wound on Silco’s forearm.
He shrugged, taking another sip from his glass. “I’ve been through worse.”
He was probably right, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about him.
Like you and most other Zaunites, Silco worked in the mines. Unfortunately, you didn’t work together often as you were assigned to different work shifts. The only times you really got to see him lately were on dates or at late hours of the night like this one, but you knew he could take care of himself.
Today was different, though. You’d heard a rumor of a cave-in, and from the looks of Silco’s injuries and the dust on his clothing, it was probably true.
Silco took another swig of his drink, wincing as he accidentally strained the injury on his arm you had noticed. Although he was trying to keep up his usual stoic exterior, you could tell he was in a great deal of pain.
After downing your own glass, you grabbed the emergency first aid kit from behind the bar and brought it over to your table. Once he realized what was happening, he immediately opened his mouth to protest.
“Darling, I don’t—”
“Please,” you cut him off insistently, cupping his cheek with your free hand, “just let me take care of you, Sil.”
He remained hesitant at first as you sat down opposite him, but he couldn’t resist your kindness for long. Slowly, wordlessly, he held his arm out on the table, offering it to you.
You dressed his less severe injuries first, applying a dab of ointment to each one.
“I heard there was a cave-in today.” You remarked as you worked, and he nodded.
“That’s how you got these?”
Another nod.
“I’m sorry. But I’m glad you’re letting me patch you up.”
He paused for a moment.
“I should be thanking you.” He finally replied, a hint of gratitude in his gaze.
“Don’t thank me just yet.”
You then began dressing the wound you’d noticed earlier, where the blade had pierced his skin. He let out a low hiss of pain as you wound the bandage tightly around his forearm.
“Sorry, sorry…” You murmured as you gave one last tug, pulling the bandages taut.
“S’okay.” He grunted, gritting his teeth.
“Just a few more, now.” You reassured him as you began bandaging the smaller cuts. You could feel his eyes on you, watching in silence, as if transfixed by the sight of you working. You picked up your head, finally meeting his gaze.
“Silco, what’s…”
Before you knew what was happening, he’d already surged forward to capture your lips with his own. You groaned as you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, tasting the remnants of the whiskey you’d both been drinking.
“Silco!” You managed to giggle as he kissed down your jawline, shoving him playfully. “Slow down, you’re drunk…”
“On you.” He grinned into your neck, making you laugh even harder. You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been drinking that night, but you felt more than a little intoxicated yourself as he pressed you up against the wall and slid his hands down your body.
”Slow down!” You scolded him again lightheartedly as you felt him grab onto your waist.
“I love you.” He mumbled into your neck between kisses, and you paused for a moment, touched.
“I love you too.”
You felt him smile against your skin as you said the words, before he moved back up to kiss your lips a second time. You stared at each other for a few moments after your lips parted.
“Come on, Silco,” you coaxed gently, gesturing to the staircase. “You need rest if you’re going to heal properly.”
“But—” He began to protest, before another hiss of pain escaped his gritted teeth. His forearm must have been bothering him again.
“You’re right.” He finally responded, and you gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Here,” you took his injured arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, supporting his weight as you guided him towards your bedroom. “Let me take care of you a little while longer.”