the scars of your love [soulmate scars au]

[theunpressuredclub]

Shea is usually careful, with her. With the other Spades, he has a little freer reign-- most of the time, their soulmates are nonexistent or in the Suit as well. Knowing that makes him a little more comfortable about doing with them what he will. No one in the Suit is going to fight him on what he does, after all; not with Medea's blessing protecting him.

But she's a risk. She's someone who's more likely to be connected to someone outside of the Suit; someone he can't control. So he's usually careful to make sure that the injuries that do end up marring her body are ones easily explained away by the excuse of training. 

But she's gone too far, this time. She's pushed too hard in an attempt to protect too fiercely. She's going to go home bruised and battered; a gash across her leg and a knife injury to her shoulder that's going to be absolutely impossible to hide.

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[theunpressuredclub]

"Okay."

She would see a doctor. She'll let Edgar let someone else take care of her. She'll focus on all of that rather than on the fact that it's entirely possible her dearest friend is also someone she's hurting by nature of their connection and the world she's fallen into.

[ofthecubs]

He'll hover outside once he's dragged a doctor up to the room. He won't peek, and he won't stand too close to the door, but it's impossible not to hover close by.

He'll also ask the doctor if it looks bad, of course.

[theunpressuredclub]

There'll be murmured concerns from the doctor and quietly defensive ones back from Rachel. There will be a worried furrow between the doctor's brows when they emerge.

"The scars will be bad, especially on the shoulder," comes the quiet answer, "She's lucky, though. She could've lost use of her arm or bled out, with that kind of wound, but it's been stitched up well. She should probably wear it in a sling for the next few days, just to make sure it heals up well."

[ofthecubs]

It's good to have the doctor to take a beat with. It's good to let out the unhappy scowl of infinite frustration before he bobs his head and begins pulling his features back together.

"Thanks. We'll look after her."

And drag her down to see the doctor again, if he had to.

He'll have something like a tired smile for her when he pokes his head in again. "Not so bad, hm?"

[theunpressuredclub]

The doctor will nod, "Let me know if you need me. She shouldn't need to replace the bandage until tomorrow."

Rachel will look a little more shaky, but she'll manage an exhausted smile at him anyways.

"Not-- so bad. Doc said it's-- looking good."

The stitches, anyways.

[ofthecubs]

It's a relief. It's certainly got his lips pulling properly up at the corners as he moves to perch properly on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah. Feels better, doesn't it? Knowing everything's okay?"

[theunpressuredclub]

She'll shift a little closer to him, smiling back a little at him.

"You should be th'one telling me that, since I already knew everythin' was okay."

[ofthecubs]

"Thanks for humouring me, then."

And for letting him relax here with her, now that the air was a little clearer.

"You're a peach."

[theunpressuredclub]

"You're welcome, then."

She can't help but smile back at him.

"Told you 's all okay."

[ofthecubs]

"Y' did." And there's almost an apology in the way he settles in, head ducking. He trusts her completely, after all, despite the press tonight. "Just-- a little on edge, I guess."

[theunpressuredclub]

"Guess that makes sense," she murmurs acceptingly, "Y've had kind of a rough day, too, right?"

[ofthecubs]

"Makes me-- appreciate it. That-- you had a rough day, and-- you're still willing t' be sweet about this."

And that deserves more than a little acknowledgement.

[theunpressuredclub]

"'m just trying," she says, one shoulder lifting to shrug, "I didn't want you to worry."

[ofthecubs]

"Be okay if I-- come check, tonight? Now and then?"

It's part of why she's here, yes, but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Won't bother you or anything."

[theunpressuredclub]

"Sure, just--" Another half-shrug, "Haven't been-- sleeping too well. Don't feel bad 'f I wake up a little freaked out."

[ofthecubs]

"--oh yeah?"

She'll tell him if he can't lean properly down next to her, surely.

"Want-- warm milk or tea or anything?"

[theunpressuredclub]

"Sure, tea sounds-- good." A tentative smile, "Hang out with me?"

[ofthecubs]

His forehead bumps contentedly against hers before he starts to stand up properly. "Definitely. Lemme just go put on some water."

[theunpressuredclub]

"Sounds good."

And another brief kiss to his cheek before he goes.

[ofthecubs]

It's something to keep him grinning. And it's certainly something to have him bounding back quickly enough once the water is on, wincing slightly at the little throb in his leg as he drops down next to the bed.

Time with her is precious, even under less than perfect circumstances.