#always a good thing to think about taking care of da babes

♡ Imagine patching up your f/o after an altercation. 

They knew to come to you for help. You may or may not ask how they got themselves in the state they were, perhaps they’re quiet and reserved about the ordeal when they first called, preferring to not discuss what happened to spare you the gruesome details. Or alternatively they tell you how everything unfolded as you clean their wounds gently, trying not to press them about their choices. 

Whether it’s minor scratches, a deep gash or a gunshot wound, they knew to trust you with patching them up. Especially if they couldn’t trust immediate help depending on what they did exactly. 

A certain closeness to them as you stitch them up is relieving, the silence and comfort of being near them and making sure they’re okay by your own hands. Applying bandages and checking in with them to make sure nothing is too tight or uncomfortable. It’s a time of bonding between you both, making sure they’re all cleaned up and ready to heal over the next few days. Stripping them of their bloodied clothes, running them a bath or a shower, and making sure they don’t strain themselves by moving too quickly. 

Expressing how you love and care about them, and how they have to be a little more careful no matter what business they get up to. You can’t afford to lose them, they know this, and they promise you to try and be a bit more ample to preserving their body from more harm. Though they appreciate what you do for them, and how you don’t judge them for how they got such injuries in the first place. They love you for this, for being so accepting and caring, it might not be something they were used to, but you’ve changed that for the better.