The pounding on your front door cause your heart to race, but the sound of his voice alarmed you further
“(Y/N)!” Jason’s fists pounded, a low groan falling from his lips.
“Jason?” You said his name aloud as you hurried to the door. Jerking it open, you saw him standing there, still dressed in his Red Hood getup. Your mouth fell open when you saw the blood covering his hand that was pressed against his abdomen, your anxiety heightening.
“Oh.. Oh no,” You stammered, pulling him inside. Jason let out a yelp when you lugged him inside. Slamming the door shut, you reached up and unfastened the helmet off of his head. Pulling it off, his face was exposed, the beads of sweat collecting around his temples.
His face contorted in utter pain, you ushered the leather jacket from his shoulders, watching as it fell to the floor with a thump.
“What on earth happened?!” You exclaimed, grabbing a hold of his face. Jason’s eyes were glowing, but his complexion pale.
He gazed down at his hand, shrugging his shoulders. “Got into a little… mishap. I got stabbed.”
Immediately fear crept along your face. “Then why didn’t you go to the hospital?!” You nearly screamed. Jason chuckled.
“Hospital? No, I figured I’d be in better hands here.” He protested. You groaned, biting down on your bottom lip.
“I need to get my first aid.” You sat, racing to the bathroom where you kept it. Jerking it towards your chest, you race into the living room, only to find Jason on his back.
You kneeled beside him, the blood oozing between his fingertips. “We need to get that shirt off.” You informed him. With a low moan that consisted of utter pain, Jason was able to pull the black shirt from his head, exposing his toned chest and evident gash.
“What’d you do? Pull the knife out?” You glanced at him. Jason smirked. “Heroic, huh? Or is that more vigilante of me?”
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the gauze and began applying pressure to the wound. The blood was seeping through, now getting onto your carpet.
Grumbling, you shook your head. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
Jason’s eyes widened. “Your boyfriend got stabbed tonight and you’re more worried about your carpet?” You shrugged your own set of shoulders this time around. “Maybe if my boyfriend would’ve been more careful, he wouldn’t be bleeding all over my floor!”
Noticing the rolling of his eyes, you pressed harder against the wound which earned you a painful growl. “You’re a witch when you want to be, (Y/N). You know that, right?”
You smiled innocently, noticing the blood flow starting to slow.
“I’ve been told once or twice, all of which have been said by none other than you.”
You pressed your lips against his forehead. Finally, after several more minutes, you were able to close the wound. Little did anyone know, you were quite the stitcher. Sometimes you wondered why you didn’t go to medical school.
Ensuring the wound was safely closed, you helped Jason up. “Anything else I need to tend to?”
Jason pouted immediately. “My face hurts.”
You groaned, moving away from him.
“Figure out how to get blood stains out of the carpet, then I’ll tend to your face.”
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