Who knew a battle could lead to happiness? (a ghost blossom fanfic)

Hideout

Spector's POV:

I awake at some point. It's still not early enough to officially wakeup. I can tell because the birds aren't chirping. I get out of bed even so. I look at Cagney. His bandages are falling off. I can tell he wasn't in the hospital long enough to properly heal. He's a dumbass...but *my* dumbass...His body is probably still covered in bruises. It pains me to see him like this.

Over the years I've read medical books. Not because I want to learn mexcibe but because I want to learn about the living. They have always interested me. I never thought such knowledge would be useful. After all, I'm constantly around the dead.

I leave our bedroom. I head into the warehouse looking for anyone. I see his boss is still up. He's sorting money. I awkwardly wave and then I walk towards him. I really should get to know the mob better.

"Uh... So... Where do you guys keep your medical supplies?" I ask

"He's hurt again? Gosh... Young'ins these days can't stay out of trouble can they?" He mumbles

"Actually he still hasn't recovered from the whole casino incident..." I meekly say

"He just can't catch a break huh?" He sighs "there's a bathroom across from y'all's room. Under the sink there's a med kit. I don't know if it'll do ya any good" he explains "If it ain't enough let me know. I'll hire a private doctor."

"Go ahead and get one. Even with a good med kit, I can only heal external injuries." I explain

"He gots internal injuries?" He asks

"Yeah. He was beaten with a baseball bat. No way in hell his insides are fine. Hopefully it's just a broken bone or two." My voice is shaky

I sit down. I... I just need a moment.

"Hey calm down, he's gonna be alright." The boss tries to console me

"I get that... But he's just gonna get hurt again. He's gonna keep getting himself hurt. Even though he knows what he's doing, he's just a mortal. It's gonna take a toll on him. I'm scared one day he won't be able to recover and..." I trail off

I can tell that I'm about to cry. I don't want to cry right now. Not in front of others.

"I understand. I'll take care of it" he says

"What are you going to do?" I ask

"I'll have him swap jobs for a bit. He already takes care of errands so I'll have him stick to that until further notice. I can ask rumor for some help with our competition. Carnation usually takes care of that but in the condition he's in I can't allow him to do that." He smiles "I'd be shooting myself in the foot if I kept him as our hitman right now. He's got skill but he's reckless"

I thank him and go and grab the med kit. I head back to our room. I start by disinfecting his wounds and placing fresh bandages. I zone out while doing so. He wakes up with a pained gasp.

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to wake you!" I stammer

"It's alright but uh... What cha doin'?" He asks.

"Your bandages were coming undone so I figured I fix you up"

"I can handle that yo-"

I push him down as I cover his mouth.

"But I want to. Let me work ok?"

I lift my hand away

"Alright but you gotta treat me nicely~"

I lightly bonk him on the head with the empty bandage box.