Ricky taking care of you when you get your wisdom teeth out.
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"[Y/N]! That's not where—"
Ricky inhaled sharply and threw his right hand over his mouth as you crashed straight into the piano, plummeting straight to the ground. Ricky raced up to you and stared down at you. You groan in pain, rolling back and forth on the ground as the pain in your mouth increased.
"I knew it wasn't a good idea bringing you back to school," ricky sighed, kneeling down beside you. "I mean, as entertaining as that was, I don't want you to hurt yourself badly."
"Why not?" you ask drowsily, pressing the ice pack harder on your mouth. "Because you loooove me?"
