As soon as you heard Robin wince, you jumped to attention, falling out of the daydream that consumed your time at work. You turned to your girlfriend and colleague to see what caused her reaction. Robin cupped one hand in her other, cradling it to her chest.

"What happened?" You asked.

A deep breath seeped through her gritted teeth as she tried to compose herself enough to answer your question.

"I told Steve to throw out that dish he broke the other day," she seethed. "I guess he ignored me, seen as I just caught my hand on it."

You rested your hands on both of her wrists, slowly guiding her hands down so you could see what was going on. On her index finger was a sizeable cut with blood dripping into her other cupped palm. It was a clean cut, but you could imagine how sore it would be from injuring her finger.

"I'll kick his arse when I next see him," you frowned. "Let's get this cleaned up."

Reaching under the counter, you pulled out the small sign to place on top of it, to let customers know you would return in five minutes, before guiding Robin into the back room where the first aid kit was.

"Sit down," you told her.

"You don't have to be my nurse," she said with a laugh. "It's just a little cut, it just caught me by surprise more than anything."

"I'll always take care of you."

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told, sitting down at the small table, waiting patiently for you to grab the kit that hadn't been used in ages. You dropped it onto the table, opening it up and looking for anything useful. You were pretty sure that most of it was expired but it was the best you had currently.

You took out an alcohol wipe and a plaster before turning your attention back to Robin.

"This is going to sting," you warned.

Robin winced again as the wipe touched her finger. You tried to be quick as possible wiping away the blood and making sure the wound was clean. You ripped open the plaster wrapped and placed it gently onto her finger, sticking it down. Once the small wound was covered, you raised her hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the plaster.

"All better," you smiled down at her.

"It'll be all better after I see you rip Steve a new one."

~*~

Written by Charlotte.