A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Fluke's POV

"He might try to show a brave face but he's actually a scaredy cat when he has to feel some physical pain, so go easy when you treat his wound," I secretly advised Copter while handing him my mini first aid kit.

"Okay," Copter said, taking the mini first aid kit from me.

"What were you whispering to Copter?"

I gasped when I heard Ohm's voice right behind me.

I spun around and almost lost my balance if he had not caught me.

He steadied me and slowly let me go. Did I just imagine the reluctance that he felt about releasing me from his arms.

I scolded myself inwardly for entertaining such presumptuous thoughts.

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Third Person POV

Kimmon's eyes widened when he saw Copter walking into the room with the mini first aid kit in his hand.

"What are you going to do to me?" Kimmon asked.

"What do you think?" Copter shot back at him as he set the hard aluminum box on the bed.

"Come here," Copter commanded, patting the space beside him on the bed.

Kimmon walked over, saying obediently, "Yes, sweetheart."

Copter's eyes grew wide when, as soon as Kimmon reached the bed, he lay down with his arms outstretched to Copter.

"I'm ready," Kimmon said with a naughty smile.

"Stop playing games with me," Copter scolded him. "Sit up so that I can properly take care of your wound."

"It doesn't need any attention," Kimmon protested. "It's my big finger down there that needs your attention."

Copter stared in shock, his jaw dropping, making his mouth go wide open, upon seeing the bulge between Kimmon's thighs.

Copter tossed the mini first aid kit to the floor and started walking towards the door.

Kimmon bolted out of bed and ran after Copter, grabbing his wrist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Copter," he said. "I was just trying to hide my anxiety about what treatment you might give on the graze in my knuckles. I don't want any tinctures that will sting when they touch the cut in my skin."

"No more fooling around with me," Copter said sternly as he bent to pick up the fallen mini first aid kit from the floor and walked back to the bed.

Kimmon slowly followed him and then gingerly sat on the bed beside Copter.

"Give me your hand," Copter said.

"As long as you have a ring to put on it," Kimmon said, followed quickly with "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no, no more fooling around with you." when he saw Copter glaring at him.

"I'm waiting for you to give me your hand," Copter said when Kimmon kept his hands behind his back.

Kimmon closed his eyes tightly and slowly extended his hand to Copter.

Copter slapped Kimmon's hand saying, "Not this hand. Give me the injured one."

Kimmon sighed loudly before extending the affected hand to Copter.

"Oww!" Kimmon yelled and stood up and danced around the room, while cradling his injured hand with his good hand. "What did you dab on my knuckles, goddammit, Copter!"

"Stop being a big baby and come back here," Copter scolded Kimmon. "It was just normal saline solution. It wasn't even the tincture of iodine yet."

"What???" Kimmon wailed. "You're going to put something even worse on my wound? Waaahhh!!!" Kimmon was wailing for real now.

Copter stared hard at Kimmon. It looked like Kimmon was not acting. He was well and truly scared. Copter started to feel some sympathy for him.

"Come here," Copter said gently. "I will do my best not to hurt you. In fact, after I treat it, I will kiss the place to make it better."

"W...wait, I mean, I mean..." Copter started to stammer badly when he realized what he had just said and noticed the naughty gleam in Kimmon's eyes.