Post by greenie on Aug 15, 2009 22:28:33 GMT 10
Title: A Welcome Distraction
Rating: G
Prompt: Healing
Summary: Clary needs to take her mind away from the healer's appalling needlework.
WARNING: Contains ridiculously minor spoilers for Bloodhound. Thought I'd better warn you all anyway.
Clary winced and turned her head away as the needle entered her flesh. It was bad enough that the six-inch gash in her side was hurting, but having the needle stab little holes of pain into her body right beside it and the feeling of the needle and the thread dragging through her skin was enough to make her stomach churn. She hated getting stitches. Adding insult to injury, quite literally, they made a crude mockery of the embroidery she had sewn at home, each of her stitches perfectly placed to create a beautiful whole.
Deliberately diverting her attention, she looked across to the bed next to her, where Beka was sitting on the edge having a broken nose tended to. She’d been lucky, and Clary was thankful. There weren’t many Pups that could do as well as their Beka in a fight. She realised that both Beka and Mattes were shooting her worried glances from their places in the healers’ room. She was definitely not in the mood for an audience, not with pain shooting up her side and a good portion of her middle on display.
“Cooper, don’t look so sarden distraught. I’ve still got both my feet planted firmly in the Mortal Realm,” she barked, aware that the pain was making her snappish. Well, more snappish than usual anyway.
“Hush and hold still,” said the healer.
Clary fixed her with one of her looks, the ones that she used often to great effect and had perfected on Cooper. The healer had already gone back to her work and didn’t even notice, which only infuriated Clary more. She ground her teeth together.
Mattes chuckled and came ambling across the room to settle in the chair between their beds. He peered over her stomach to see what the healer was doing and then, catching her glare, gave her a broad grin and picked up her hand.
“Sarden sentimental barbarian,” she muttered, but she was actually quite glad for the distraction. He knew it too, from the smug look on his face. She was grateful to have had such a good partner for such a long time…even if he had somehow managed to only end up with a few bruises and scratches from the fight. How was that fair? Still, they knew each other almost as well as they knew themselves.
She looked up at him and he smiled down at her, giving her hand a squeeze. What was a mot to do? It was either give in to a bit of sentimentality or have her bones crushed in that giant paw. One corner of her mouth curled upwards and she squeezed his hand tightly in return, glad for the subtle way of directing the pain elsewhere.
And before she knew it, the curst stitches were finished.
Rating: G
Prompt: Healing
Summary: Clary needs to take her mind away from the healer's appalling needlework.
WARNING: Contains ridiculously minor spoilers for Bloodhound. Thought I'd better warn you all anyway.
Clary winced and turned her head away as the needle entered her flesh. It was bad enough that the six-inch gash in her side was hurting, but having the needle stab little holes of pain into her body right beside it and the feeling of the needle and the thread dragging through her skin was enough to make her stomach churn. She hated getting stitches. Adding insult to injury, quite literally, they made a crude mockery of the embroidery she had sewn at home, each of her stitches perfectly placed to create a beautiful whole.
Deliberately diverting her attention, she looked across to the bed next to her, where Beka was sitting on the edge having a broken nose tended to. She’d been lucky, and Clary was thankful. There weren’t many Pups that could do as well as their Beka in a fight. She realised that both Beka and Mattes were shooting her worried glances from their places in the healers’ room. She was definitely not in the mood for an audience, not with pain shooting up her side and a good portion of her middle on display.
“Cooper, don’t look so sarden distraught. I’ve still got both my feet planted firmly in the Mortal Realm,” she barked, aware that the pain was making her snappish. Well, more snappish than usual anyway.
“Hush and hold still,” said the healer.
Clary fixed her with one of her looks, the ones that she used often to great effect and had perfected on Cooper. The healer had already gone back to her work and didn’t even notice, which only infuriated Clary more. She ground her teeth together.
Mattes chuckled and came ambling across the room to settle in the chair between their beds. He peered over her stomach to see what the healer was doing and then, catching her glare, gave her a broad grin and picked up her hand.
“Sarden sentimental barbarian,” she muttered, but she was actually quite glad for the distraction. He knew it too, from the smug look on his face. She was grateful to have had such a good partner for such a long time…even if he had somehow managed to only end up with a few bruises and scratches from the fight. How was that fair? Still, they knew each other almost as well as they knew themselves.
She looked up at him and he smiled down at her, giving her hand a squeeze. What was a mot to do? It was either give in to a bit of sentimentality or have her bones crushed in that giant paw. One corner of her mouth curled upwards and she squeezed his hand tightly in return, glad for the subtle way of directing the pain elsewhere.
And before she knew it, the curst stitches were finished.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!