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“Ouch!”
“What have you done?” Kevin near shouts from the next room.
Jakob looks down at his finger, slowly turning it checking for cuts, or blood, while he wonders how Kevin managed to hear him.
“Jakob?” Kevin shouts, “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine,” Jakob brings his hand up to his face, scanning it. It hurts but he can’t see why, “...I think,”
“Hold on,” Kevin sounds distant, “I’m getting the First Aid kit!”
“Oh, I don’t think I need it!” Jakob mutters mostly to his own hand.
“What?”
“I-” Jakob shouts, then he gets an idea, “I said hurry up. I’m bleeding!”
“YOU’RE WHAT?!” Kevin shouts. “Why didn’t you say?” Jakob hears Kevin’s footsteps running to the bathroom.
“There’s blood everywhere!” he exaggerates. “I’m… I’m actually feeling quite dizzy! Must be blood lost,” Jakob shouts, grinning. He hopes the laughter he feels bubbling up is not detected by Kevin.
He turns, and comes face to face with Kevin. He drops his smile, oh. But it returns in seconds as he spies the First Aid kit in Kevin’s hand.
“You were quick,” he starts.
“You said you were bleeding!” Kevin says as way of an explanation, a little breathlessly.
Oh shit! There’s no blood… Jakob brings his hand up to show Kevin.
“Is this the hand you hurt?” Kevin says taking it.
“I-” Jakob starts as Kevin begins rotating it, looking for any signs of blood. Jakob pulls it back, and starts to stutter: he’s got no explanation.
“I’ve just the thing for this!” Kevin says beaming.
“You-You do?” Jakob asks confused.
“I do!” Kevin grins and raises his eyebrows in a quick flash. Turning, he places the First Aid kit on the kitchen side, opens it, and starts fiddling with the contents. Jakob tries to look over Kevin’s shoulder.
“Kevin?” he starts, “I’m actually… It’s fine now, I think…”
“Ah! Here it is!” Kevin says, but he doesn’t hold anything up to show Jakob. Jakob raises an eyebrow in questioning. He’s about to say something when Kevin offers him his hand, “Hand!” he demands. Jakob sheepishly places his in Kevin’s.
Kevin brings Jakob’s hand up to his face, then he leans down a little and places a soft kiss on Jakob’s knuckles.
“There” he smiles as he pulls back.
Jakob looks at him confused, “Erm…” Then, grinning, he adds, “It was actually my finger…” and Jakob uses his other hand to point to his middle finger.
“I don’t think I have a plaster that size,” Kevin says in a grave tone. He turns back to the box, Jakob’s hand still in his, and shuffles the plasters about.
“Any size will do,” Jakob says with a little smile.
“Ah, here we go!” Kevin says and turns back. He again raises Jakob’s hand to his lips, and gently kisses Jakob’s finger.
“Kevin? I-I also hurt my face!”
“Your face?”
“Here!” and Jakob points to his lips.
They both try to hold back their laughter as Kevin closes the gap between them.