Pirates! (One-on-One)

"I love you too," he replied quietly. "Even if you get stabbed."

 

He frowned, cocking his head.

"Yes. Please don't cry."

 

"Avice, please," he said with mock despair. "I could never forgive myself."

 

"But I'll just assume you're faking then," he said. "And what if you really start crying? What will I do then?"

 

"Good," he said, leaning down to kiss her before going to pick up his tools. "That's all I ask."

 

"Yeah," he said. "Probably, if you can."

 

He kneeled down next to her and pushed up her sweater gently to expose her abdomen. Working quickly, he unwrapped the bandage to expose the wound.

"Don't look down."

 

He began to clean the wound, and it stung, but it felt healing, like it was removing the bacteria. The more pressing pain was just the general ache of her body. Being stabbed took a lot out of a person, supposedly.

 

"Almost there," he murmured, replacing his dirty cloth with a clean one. "Take deep breaths."

 

"Okay..." he said. "Done with the cleaning. If anything hurts, actually it'll be this next part. Ready?"