Could I really be blamed for showing some concern for my alpine snow white bathroom rug that she was bleeding all over? Don't get me wrong, I'm worried about her too it's just, well, I was rather fond of that rug all the same, my gaze evidently lingering upon it far longer then I anticipated, Kat seeming to have noticed the frown that had worked its way onto my features, one hand lifting to run though those dark gold-looks that fell haphazardly from what little sleep I'd had. Kat one of the few privileged enough to be allowed to see my hair anything less then perfect and yet- she'd seen it so many times I hardly worried about it now, merely running my fingers through it to straighten it just a little all the same. Her words saw my gaze lift at last from that rug to fall upon her rather...lacerated looking arm. Was that going to heal? Could hunters get infections? Was it going to turn into sepsis? So maybe I was a little more concerned then I needed to be, but its some sort of ungodly hour in the morning, my rug is ruined and all I can see is gaping wound in my girlfriends arm. If I see even a glimpse of a bone I'm entirely assured she will be the one trying to put ME into the recovery position. I don't do blood at the best of times. Her sarcasm amusing to me all the same as my lip quirked ever so slightly.

"I'm quite sure that's what I pay maids to do, don't worry about it anyway, I'll just buy a new one from.....er.....wherever it is people get rugs from."

Shopping never had been my forte alright? I hardly know where people by bathroom supplies. My PA simply brings me things when I say I need them, I have no idea where they actually come from. Besides, her arm, I suppose, is a little more important than the rug. Sheer willpower alone saw me inch forward ever so slightly. Truly I had little idea of what to do, but looking at the injury more closely and with a look of concern seems like a suitable action. At least, its all they ever seem to do on those medical shows I refuse to watch for fear of a syringe making an appearance and rendering my rather handsome form utterly unconscious. Kat having learned rather quickly that even a picture of a needle was enough trigger my unfortunate fainting spells. The blue gold of my gaze narrowed slightly as I eyed that wound, it looked almost like she'd been stabbed or...mauled, my eyes moving from her arm to trace along the rest of her form, searching for any other evident injury before a look of curiosity seemed to settle on my features- head tilting ever so slightly. I hardly consider myself a wound expert and yet there was something about this one that seemed a little...off. Maybe even Kat herself had failed to notice, a perk of my rather overactive mind so often resulting in my noticing what others are inclined to miss.

"Kat- what attacked you?"

My gaze flickered briefly down to her own, one hand reaching forward to take her arm as gently as I could- turning it over softly before turning it back. The wound was...deep and yet- still not quite right, my thumb pressing slightly at the side of the wound, attempting to make blood well to the surface. It did- but terribly slowly. Confusion touching my features still.

"I might be wrong but- shouldn't you be bleeding a lot more then this? I mean don't get me wrong, I'm pleased you're not but- whatever bit you seems to have some sort of blood-coagulation ability."

How was I to know vampires saliva closed wounds? After all, as far as I could tell she'd been attacked by something that had a lot more teeth then a vampire. Really it was probably better I didn't know the exact details of the night. I was, well, more upset then I cared to show about this hunting business as it was and yet for tonight, I suppose, it was hardly the time to bring it up. Her request for a first aid kit saw me shift, bare feet pivoting on the tiles to head towards the linen cupboard where I kept that aforementioned kit, my motion paused at this sudden mention of a needle and suture. I'm almost entirely sure I could feel myself going pale, tanned skin decidedly whiter then I remember- Kat biting upon that soft pillow of her lower lip in an entirely distracting fashion and yet I could feel sweat beginning to form. I did own a needle and suture and yet the very idea of actually taking it out of the box and from its location buried beneath every other medical supply id use sooner than a needle was a completely ridiculous idea to my somewhat irrational mind. I would be entirely inclined to remember, next time, that her favours might not all be as...pleasurable as they usually were. Was it really wise to let nature take its course with this? Wouldn't a hospital be better?

I reached for that cupboard door all the same, sliding it open to pull the first aid kit out, kicking the door closed behind me before moving back towards Kat. If it wasn't for the gashed arm I'd almost say she looked sexy with her hair all tousled like that, she always was a truly perfect woman, her body utterly exceptional. I paused in front of her, holding that first aid kit out- only to move it abruptly away as she reached for it, a quirk of amusement finding its way to my lips, one eye lifting almost teasingly upward.

"I need you to promise me something first."

It was easy then to let my free hand rest just beneath her chin, tilting her head upward, bringing my lips to her own in the sort of kiss that probably wasn't appropriate for the moment and yet one that returned all those memories of the rather delightful days in which I'd had her all to myself and between my sheets in the wake of her return. My lips pulling softly away from her own, letting my teeth brush against her lower lip purely because I could.

"-don't let me see the needle. You know I love you but I really can't-"

Well. That was a surprise, my own words cutting off abruptly in the wake of the realisation of exactly what I'd just said- those very words tumbling from my lips entirely unbidden- words I'd never uttered in the entirety of my life, to anyone- let alone a woman. Im not quite sure why I seemed to think abruptly ceasing to speak at all was a good idea, another part of me insisting Kat probably hadn't heard it anyway right? My form shifting hurriedly to offer her the first aid kit as if that might someone distract her from the very realisation of what I'd just said. It was true of course, I did love her, I just....well.....I'd always assumed when the day came to say that I wouldn't be in my boxer shorts in the bathroom holding a first aid kit while she bled all over my floor. Then again I suppose, this scene really was rather...us, wasn't it?



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