[Dishonored] Nurse Me (emsider) 1/1

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anonymous  asked: Nurse Me / Emsider (No problem if you don't do it, you write so much good stuff already (´ ᴗ｀✿) )

A/N Apr 2018: Eh, it’s not much, but here’s a little bebe scene. Grumpy Emily took a tumble. 

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Word count: 485
Rating: PG

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“This is beyond unnecessary.” She shot him a sidelong skeptical glance but he paid no attention, a pair of tweezers in one his hands as he examined one of hers under lamplight. “…Really, I’ve had much worse,” she added, clenching her jaw briefly as he plucked free a particularly nasty sliver of glass.

He stayed silent, continuing a careful examination of the debris on her left hand, ignoring the rest that flecked and glittered on the other, taking his sweet time. If he was going to insist on tending to her, he could at least make it quick. She wasn’t in pain - well, not too much - but she wasn’t thrilled to be waiting about with the evidence of her own stupid mistakes blatantly visible.

She’d gotten cocky, she realized that now. Well – she’d realized it about a nanosecond after she’d made the shift in her balance. The ability to far reach had given her some ridiculous idea that she was invincible, and now that she’d lost it she’d still made a jump without considering the consequences. The consequences were clear enough now. They’d been clear enough when she’d rolled straight over the mess of broken bottles that littered the floor of the alleyway.

Stupid.

The indignity of it returned, making her neck flush red as she looked away. Honestly, how arrogant could she get, running without the proper protection? She had gloves for a reason.

His silence just let her brood on her own piss-poor judgment, tapping her toe irritably. Lips pursed at another few tugs, at the warm wet cloth that brushed free the grit of dirt that had been worked further into her hands with the climb back up to the tower.

He was slow but thorough, and his touch was almost annoyingly gentle as he finished on one hand and pulled the other (in slightly better shape) into the light, making her turn. Finally glancing back to his face, she found a small smile on his lips. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, wondering if he found this somehow amusing. She opened her mouth to accuse him, but he finally spoke.

“You know, Emily…” One tug. Two tugs. Free of glass. “…You never cease to surprise me.”

Again, the soft washcloth wiped the bits of dirt and stone from her hands, even as she stared dubiously at him. How on earth had she surprised him at all? She waited for him to clarify, but it was a long time coming, as he took his temporary responsibility very seriously.

At last satisfied with the cleanliness of her scrapes, he stood to retrieve the antiseptic salve from the workbench, pausing briefly as he crossed behind her.

She almost jumped as he placed a warm hand on her shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of her head with a murmur. “…Even your mistakes.”

His smirk was audible, even if she couldn’t see it. She scowled.