Ghouls One-shots/Preferences II

Swiss - Scraped knee

12-14 year old reader because people have daddy issues lmao. Lil' bit of blood as well

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You bit your lip in determination, fighting to not lose this game of tag. You inched away, creeping into the garden to hid from the tagger, who was your friend. Suddenly she spun around and grinned at you, her tail lashing. You laughed as you took off down the garden, your friend hot on your heels. You took a sharp turn, unaware of what laid on the ground in front of you. You yelped, your foot getting caught in the hose and you flew forward, landing on your 2 front hands and scraping your knee. 

"Oh shot, Y/n, are you okay?" She said quickly, helping you up. 

"Y-Yea I'm fine." You groaned quietly. "I'm gonna tap out." You said, seeing the rip in your pants. She nodded her sorry and went back to the game as you walked slowly away towards the church. You caught the eye of a ghoul coming out of the greenhouse and he quickly rushed up to you. 

"Hey, are you okay there?" He spoke, making you turn. 

"I tripped over a hose and fell. I'll be fine." You shrugged. 

"Well here, let me help you." He offered, taking your one arm and slinging it over his shoulders, allowing you to rest your hurt side against his body. 

"Thanks Swiss." You sighed gratefully. 

"No problem." He chuckled. He helped you inside to his room. lifting you up and setting you down on his bathroom counter. He rummaged underneath the sink until he found the red first aid box. 

"Let's see what we got in here." He said, opening up the kit. He pulled out Triple Antibiotic cream and a large bandage with some gauze. 

"This should do the trick!" He smiled, starting to roll up your pant leg. He let out a sigh before looking back up at you. 

"There is quite a bit dirt in there. We're gonna have to clean it with peroxide." He sighed, reaching back under the sink and pulling the bottle out. 

"Is it gonna hurt?" You mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. 

"Yea. It's gonna hurt. But you can cry in front of me. I would too if I was using this." He gave you a reassuring smile as he grabbed a clean towel and rested it under your knee to catch the spill offs. He dabbed the blood up with a wet clothe before opening the cap to the peroxide. You gasped through gritted teeth, feeling the cool liquid run over your wound before it started to sting. 

"There you go, good job. Now we need to let it sit for a couple minutes." Swiss said, giving your hand a small squeeze. You kept your eyes closed and your body tense, trying to keep your mouth shut from crying. "You okay?" Swiss asked. 

"Yea." Your voice broke with it, causing you to let out a small sob. "It hurts so damn bad!" You whimpered, looking up at Swiss with teary eyes. 

"Yea, I know it hurts. Take my hand and scratch it or bite it. Take your mind off the pain." Swiss offered. You instantly dug your nails into his arm, him only calmly blinking. You stayed like this, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to suppress your crying. Finally Swiss moved and grabbed the wet clothe, soaking up the stinging liquid. 

"There you go, good job!" He purred happily, not wasting anytime on putting the bandage on. Once the bandage was on securely, he helped you back to your room and allowed you to change as he went and got some stuff from the kitchen. When he came back, you were in bed, slightly propped up by a pillow. 

"So I got you gummies, Oreos, water and some fruit." He said, putting it on your nightstand. 

"Thanks." You smiled weakly, grateful for his help. "Can you stay with me for a little longer?" You finally asked. 

"Of course!" He smiled, settling himself in your bed beside you. 

"What are you gonna watch?" He asked, watching you pick up the tv remote. 

"You pick." You shrugged, handing him the remote, sitting back and watching him pick a movie.