A/N: Another request off the list! This one was pretty fun, and thanks again for requesting! It really does mean a lot to me! Link to request here!
Premise: Takes place a little while after Venture's Adventures trailer! Silly goober does not realize taking on a deadly organization is not good for their health!
Warnings: Blood, a small argument but other than that there's nothing to worry about!
You press down the gauze onto the fresh wound on their arm, soaking up as much as the blood as you could manage. Within minutes it soaks the tight knit fabric a dark crimson red and you discard it into the nearby bloody scrap pile. You take another piece of clean, dry gauze and apply pressure to the area before wrapping it up and taping it off. Sloan winces and grits their teeth from your rough care.
"So..." You continue to treat their wounds as they watch. "You really did all of that? By yourself?" You ask.
Tears formed in their eyes as you dug into another wound to clean it. They blink them away before you can notice–
"Sure did!" They grin.
"Didn't we have this talk before?" You chide. The grin on their face immediately fades.
"Yeah, but if things went bad I could've gotten out of there no problem." They attempt to mask the defensiveness in their voice. You sigh and continue your cleaning and dressing.
Your soft, warm hands continue gently wrapping layers of fresh gauze around Sloan's clean wounds. The silence between the two of you feels immense. Without pressing the matter further, you finish up your work and move on to the next noticeable injury. However, there are several other cuts and scrapes across their skin, so you definitely had your work cut out for you tonight. At least the worst of the worst were already taken care of.
A laugh escapes their throat and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"You're turning me into a mummy!" They joke.
You shake your head and sigh once more. They pout in response.
"Jeez, tough crowd." They add.
You hold back your frustration as you roll up their jeans to reveal more injuries in need of treatment. Once again you begin to wipe their skin clean with medicine and discard all bloody cloth into the growing mountain of medical trash. Your anger is evident in your body language.
"Hmph. Angela wouldn't be this mad–" You cut them off and they're caught by surprise. You shoot straight up and scowl.
"Well I'm not Angela, okay?" You argue, angrily tightening the cloth around their leg. They audibly express pain from your harshness.
You turn around for a moment and look for more medicine. Everything you grab lightly stains the container and their labels red in the shape of gloved fingers.
"I... didn't mean it like that..." There's noticeable guilt in their voice.
"You really just don't get it, do you?" You bite your cheek to stop yourself from further outbursts.
"Get what? That artifact was important to me–"
"And you're important to me!" You turn on your heels and meet their gaze directly. "You really think you could take on Talon all by yourself and not get hurt? You could have died!" You cry.
They blush and look away. "Aww come on, it wasn't that bad..."
"Wasn't that bad?! Look at your arms! I'm not even done with you yet! What were you thinking?" Tears of frustration form in your eyes.
Sloan is quiet again as the realization hits. They look down at their disheveled clothes and half patched up body. Oh my God– you were right...
You open your mouth to start yelling again but you stop when you feel their arms wrap around your waist. They nuzzle against your warm skin and close their eyes.
"I'm sorry." They admit.
You let out another sigh and affectionately pat their head in defeat.
"You really should take better care of yourself. I can only fix so much. What you did was extremely brave and admirable, but it was also extremely stupid and reckless–" You stop yourself mid lecture so you wouldn't make them feel worse than they already did. "What I'm trying to say is... archeology is important to you, and you're important to me. There will always be more treasure to uncover but there's only one of you. You can't ever be replaced, you know?"
They sniffle and hug you closer. You continue comforting them to the best of your ability as their emotions pour out onto your soiled shirt. You remove your stained gloves and reach into your coat pocket for an emergency lemon lollipop.
"Here." You take off the wrapper and hand the sweet to them. Immediately their eyes light up with joy, and they quickly wipe away their tears on their jacket sleeve.
"Aww yeah! You're the best!" They immediately pop the sweet into their mouth. "Thanks!" They mumble with a full mouth.
"This is not an excuse to forget what I just told you."
You take your hand and tilt their head up. From a nearby glove box you grab a pair of clean gloves and get back to work.
"I won't forget! I promise!"
"Isn't that what you said last time?" You remind them.
They remove the lollipop from their mouth and look at you in full seriousness.
"I promise I'll be more careful! You're my treasure. No one else is allowed to discover you. Finders keepers!"
You couldn't help but smile from the cheesiness.
Satisfied with your expression, they continue eating away at their lollipop. You continue to hold their face carefully while wiping away the dirt, grime and blood. As an extra treat you reach into your pocket again and place a skeleton bandaid on their cheek across a minor scrape they obtained.
"Alright. I think you're good to go. Don't get into anymore trouble, okay?" You ask them, borderline begging for them to be safer in the future.
"Finders keepers." They repeat, hopping off the table.
You finally toss the huge mess you made into the garbage and wash your hands. They head for the door before they stop dead in their tracks. They flick their leftover lollipop stick into the trash.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" They walk over to you and place a kiss to your lips.
"Finders keepers..." They smile. "But you make it hard to want to stay safe because I love seeing you."
You blush and let out a tiny giggle.
"You're my favorite patient. Just don't get maimed, alright?" You swat at them lightly. "I'm serious. Doctors orders."
"Sure thing, Doc. Are you free this Saturday by any chance?" A cheeky grin lights up their face.
"Only if you can go the rest of the week without getting injured." You place your hands on your hips and put on your serious face.
"You betcha!" Their grin somehow widens further as they spin around and head for the door.
You wait for them to fully leave before leaning back on the table and crossing your arms.
"I give them eleven minutes." You whisper under your breath.
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