Burned Images {Tag Nick}

[Nick LeCroix]

It was actually rather sad just how easily Skye handled Nick.  She'd gotten him that cinnamon toothpaste, and he really didn't even care all that much for cinnamon stuff, but he used it.  Why?  Because that's the toothpaste she'd gotten him, and she was clear that the lemon was hers.  So, he smelled and tasted of cinnamon to her, and he didn't complain.  She seemed to like it, and he didn't mind it, so that was it.

"To be honest, I really don't want to," he told her, though not because he didn't want to deal with it.  Really, he wanted to just carry her off into the bedroom and hold her until she forgot for a little while that she'd ever been mad at him.  He didn't want to leave her inside long enough to go get the file, and then have to read through it.  He'd do it the following morning if he could get away with waiting.

When she mentioned 'missing', he glanced down at the mess his arm happened to be and snorted, though he smirked somewhat.  "It sucks that this is what you call 'missing', but yeah, I personally think it was a good thing.  Coming after you and begging forgiveness would have been kind of hard, otherwise."

As in, impossible.  There were some things he could heal, and he was a big, strong guy, so there was a LOT he could survive, but a bullet in the head wasn't likely to be one of those things.  Even a lion, or a lion shapeshifter, will die from a bullet to the brain.  He'd very nearly been killed by his wife. 

[Skye LeCroix]

Skye nodded. "Okay, well, let's get you cleaned up then, shall we?" she asked. This was not her favourite part of the day, but a necessary one. True, a shifter wouldn't die like a human would, and they were much more able to tolerate pain, but leaving a bullet in a wound for an extended period of time was bad no matter how you looked at it.

"At least with you there won't be any temper tantrums," she joked. Skye didn't like getting shot, and it showed when she went home to do medical fixing.

[Nick LeCroix]

"Are you sure?" 

It was a true testament to how much he loved her that the first thing he thought about when she said they needed to get him cleaned up was that she didn't enjoy home medical procedures.  Nick didn't often come home all banged up, mostly because he handled injuries before he came home, so she didn't have to dig any bullets out, but she'd helped him before.  He couldn't tell if she hated it more when she had the bullets stuck in her, or when he did.  The fact that she was the reason the bullet was stuck in there was completely irrelevant by then.

He loved her, and he trusted her.  Even after she'd shot him.

"I could dig it out myself."  It would take longer and probably hurt more, but it meant she wouldn't have to be the one digging around in his arm.  That didn't usually go over well with her.  He wouldn't argue if she insisted, though. 

[Skye LeCroix]

"No, I can do it," she said. "It's sort of my fault it's there in the first place," she laughed, though the laughter didn't really reach her eyes. She felt a little bad about it, obviously. Skye grabbed the medkit and headed for the bathroom - and in housewife fashion, wiped everything down with some little bleach wipes she kept under the sink first.

"I think you're clear, just try not to bleed on the carpet on the way in here," she called, her laughter now a little more heartfelt. This was going to be a pain in the ass, she was aware, but it was probably better that she do it than try to get Nick to the doctor and have the bullet sit in there for that long.

[Nick LeCroix]

Since she'd mentioned it, he made it a point not to bleed on the carpet, though his shirt and blazer had been pretty good about soaking up the blood thus far.  They were both ruined.

It was when he walked in and ignored the pain in his arm to unbutton and remove the blazer first that he caught sight of a little spot of red.  Bright red.  The carnation.  He stopped, staring at it for a moment as he realized exactly WHY it had been given to him, and finally plucked it out to set it down on the edge of the bathroom sink.  That was the signal for his wife to shoot him.  He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it earlier.

Without a word, he pulled the blazer off, then unbuttoned and removed his shirt.  Fortunately, it got the clothing out of Skye's way, but unfortunately, it showed the bullet wound for what it was.  Painful and unpleasant. 

"As long as you don't mind.  I've pulled bullets out myself before," he offered up, which was something he didn't usually tell her after a job.  It wasn't that he didn't think she could handle it, or there was anything wrong with what he did, but he didn't like worrying her.  He'd said he'd tell her everything now, and he would.  "I usually just dig them out myself, since you don't like doing it, unless I can't reach them."

Those were the ones Skye took care of, and he knew it freaked her out.  He didn't like scaring her or making her think that he'd almost died.  As long as he could crawl home, he was confident in his abilities to survive.

[Skye LeCroix]

Skye just tossed the clothing into the garbage can once they got into the bathroom and she got him stripped down. It wouldn't be the first time something one of them owned was ruined by blood or some other equally garment-ruining fluid. As he set the carnation down, she stared at it for a second, and then threw it in the garbage, too.

"Should have known," she said to him with a small smile. "I hate those flowers. If they'd have given you wysteria blooms, I'd have shot you anyways so I could get my hands on them," she continued with a cackle. It was no secret, Skye had filched them from other people's yards before. She hated winter, because she had them literally everywhere in the backyard, and they wouldn't bloom again until spring. And, of course, then the bees would come, which was bad.

"Oh, come off it Nick," she said. "I feel bad. I was mad, and then upset, and now I just feel guilty for shooting you, so let's just," she said, gesturing for him to sit down and give her his arm. "Do I need to give you something to bite down on?" she asked him warily. She'd bitten through a wooden spoon once, but then again, the hyena did have the strongest jaws in the animal kingdom. She stole a glance to the blazer at the top of the trash pile. It was already ruined, she could just gag him with it...

She looked back at him, tilting her head and smiling broadly as she realized he'd followed her train of thought.