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Thirteen got herself into a clinic room, her knuckles bloody and bruised, face throbbing as her eye swelled, making it hard to see. It was late. The few nurses there hated house so she wasn't worried about being caught. It would be a quick in and out. Or the young woman thought it would be. That was until she heard a condescending but concerned voice behind her as a pair of heels entered the room.
"Doctor Hadley, I don't recall you getting checked in." Cuddy stood there, hands on her hips. She looked tired, but that never seemed to dampen her beauty.
Cuddy walked into that small room and the sight that greeted her made her heart break. The woman she had found herself far more involved with than anyone knew was battered and beaten. Thirteen's eye was black and purple, started to swell shut, her chapped lip was broken, and her sharp jaw was bruised. The older woman took those bloody hands in her own and held them carefully. She's lucky nothing's broken.
"I thought we talked about this. You're self-destructing again." Cuddy tutted as she wrapped the younger woman's knuckles
"It wasn't my fault; this asshole was cornering this poor barely legal girl outside my building. He needed an ass kicking." Thirteen argued; she's not even drunk or high.
"Well, you didn't. I'm sure that young woman was grateful, but you can't just throw yourself headfirst- I-just come here." The dean sighs and takes Thirteen's chin between her fingers to look closer at her face.
Remy leaned into the touch despite how her wounds stung as they were cleaned and cared for.
"Yeah yeah, Thanks a lot, mommy, wanna kiss my boo-boos too?" Thirteen said somewhat sarcastically.
Cuddy's breath hitched, and her eyes widened just for a moment. But she swallowed and continued what she was doing smoothly.
But Remy caught that look.
"What's a matter, mommy? Have I been a bad girl? Need to spank me?" The younger woman teased, smiling despite how it hurt.
The look on Cuddys face was well worth the ache. She was flustered, annoyed, but the little hint of a grin told Thirteen that she didn't hate it. But like always, she knows how to handle herself when the tables turn.
"Well, if that's how you want to play it." Cuddy sat beside her and cupped the younger woman's face in her hands, her face getting serious. "Mommy needs you to take care of yourself, and let her take care of you. Can you do that for me, baby?" The older woman asked in such a soft gentle voice, not a drop of sarcasm.
Thirteen gulped; now she was flustered, not just between her legs, but in her stomach, and in her heart. She'd hurt Cuddy one day, or the older woman would grow sick of her. It was never supposed to be anything more than one drink together. Now it was something that frightened the younger woman.
Because this mattered. Because this was something she wanted.
"Can I come over tonight?"
Cuddy smiled and kissed her bruised cheek softly.
"Of course."
She then kissed the black eye, her knuckles, and lastly her busted lip. Her lips were soft, and each kiss was filled with something Remy never thought she deserved, let alone from a woman like this.
Love.
Real, pure, and fucking terrifying. But she wasn't scared so long mommy was there