Swift
     It had been a couple days since I last saw Swift. I kept calling him and texting him, but he never answers and I'm always left sitting on my bed waiting for him to show up.
     Well one night he did. And attached to him were about three kunai and a goddamned arrow.
     I was sitting on my bed when I heard a knock on my window. I jumped up to see if it was him and sure enough, it was.
     But something seemed off. When he pulled back his hand it left a bloody three-fingered print on the glass and when I let him in, he looked like he had just been hit by a car.
     His left eye was swollen and his face was cut up badly. He had a kunai attached to both of his arms as well as his shoulder and an arrow in his side. His clothes were torn and his wakizashi was nowhere to be found on his body. I scanned him over with shock written all over my face before I shoved him into my bathroom to avoid blood spilling on my carpeted floor.
     I pulled the three kunai from his body before grabbing the arrow, yanking it out of his side. He only flinched. I tossed all four items to the side and ripped off his mask, jacket, and shirt, examining the damage.
     I almost cried upon seeing what kind of damage he took.
     His shoulder was fucked up from the kunai and his side was bleeding from the arrow wound. The cuts on his face were deep and a couple of them would need stitches. But the one thing that made my heart ache the most was the many slash wounds on his chest and back.
     He had many across his chest, and even more along his back. He was bleeding so much from these simple wounds and it made me want to cry. In fact, I did.
     I cried silently as I did my best to heal his wounds. I sloppily stitched his side up after watching a quick tutorial on how to sew on my phone, and after that I began to fix his shoulder as well. The cuts and slashes were no problem, but everything was sloppily done due to my blurry vision. I wasted two boxes of band-aids and three entire rolls of bandages. I'd have to buy more later on...
     He gave me a sympathetic look when I was done and he watched me as I washed the blood off my hands. I grabbed his jacket and his shirt, throwing them in my bathtub temporarily.
     I walked out and he followed me, only in his pants and his shoes. He gently took me in his arms and let me cry into his good shoulder, but it didn't make me feel any better.
     "It's okay, sweetheart...I'll be fine..."
     "How do I know...?" I muttered pitifully in response, and he lifted my chin up so we were making eye-contact with each other.
     "Have faith, baby girl..."

Rebel

     I cried out upon seeing Rebel outside my window, bloody from obvious injuries and wet from the pouring rain. I couldn't help the hot tears that fell down my face as I stared in horror at his form. Still, knowing already from the get-go that I needed to help him, I ran into my bathroom and gathered the supplies I needed to help him. 

     First I draped three towels in front of the window before allowing him to step in. When he landed on my floor he nearly fell over and I had to help him steady himself. I used one arm to wrap around his waist while I reached for my desk chair with the other. I let him sit down on it while I removed his jacket and shirt. 

     I had to turn away and hold back tears when I saw his bloody body. But I knew I had to keep going-his pants were bloodied too.

     Once I had stripped him down to his boxers, I helped him up from the chair and had him stand on the towels while I made a path for him.

     "Can you walk?" I asked him, and he gave me a curt nod. I gestured for him to follow the path of towels to the hallway bathroom, and soon enough he was taking a shower and washing off all that blood. I collected the towels and threw them in my hamper, hoping that neither of my parents had plans to shower tonight. 

     When he was done and dressed in his boxers, I began to stitch him up and clean his wounds.

     "What happened?" I asked, fixing a cut on his left pec. Even though I was healing his wounds, I couldn't help the soft blush on my cheek as I studied his toned body.

     "Ambushed while on patrol." His curt response hurt my heart. He sounded angry...

     I finished wrapping up his chest and was about to get him a clean pair of clothes when he gripped my hand and pulled me back. I gave his hand a squeeze, looking at his lips that had now turned up into a smile.

     "Thanks, (Y/N)..."

[Ghost and M.C. will be out soon. Sorry for the wait. Finals week is coming up and I have to focus. But I wanted to make sure ya'll didn't feel too neglected. :) ]