~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

TW: mention of cuts and stitching obviously 

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Wilbur's POV: 

We sat on the hotel floor. We still had our adrenaline rush, so we were buzzing. And because Q made coffee. 

Tired.

But I still had to stitch Q's wound close. 

I got up from the cold floor of the living room to the bathroom. There had to be a first aid kit or something to clean the cut in there. I went straight to the cupboard. I hummed. Perfect. There was rubbing alcohol, a suture kit, and a first aid kit as well. It was stocked with medical stuff. Maybe every base had them. It would make sense. 

I turned on the sink water and washed my hands with soap. They were dirty and bloody. I had realized that I had many little scratches and cuts all over my hands and knees from our 'little' fight. I didn't want to contaminate either of our cuts. I turned off the water and dried my hands.

I skipped back into the living room. Q was touching his currently bleeding scar. He pull away his fingers from his face and looked at his bloody hand with a far away look, almost as if he was recalling on an old memory. And it didn't look like a pleasing one at all.

"Q, stop touching it. Neither your hands or your cut is clean, you'll get an infection." He slowly looked up at me. I frowned and sat down in front of him. Then I grabbed a cotton swab and poured some alcohol on it. "This'll sting a little, ok?" He nodded.

I moved the cotton ball to his open wound, the soft, but damp cotton touching his rough skin. He grimaced, scrunching up his nose. The he let out a breath you could tell he was holding for a long time.

"Thanks, Wilbur. You know, for saving me from Sapnap. I appreciate it." You could tell by his voice that it took him a lot off effort to say that. Q was used to doing things alone. A lone wolf. I knew that. You could see that there wasn't a lot of people just lining up to help or save him. He wasn't used to this treatment.

"Your welcome Q. Anytime. You do owe me one though." I laugh at my own joke. Q rolled his eyes.

"I hate being in people's debt. How can I repay you Soot? Money? Saving your ass too?"

"How about you shutting up and staying still while I try to suture your wound?"

"Ugh, another thing I owe you for. You didn't have to stitch me up, that's a doctor thing." I winced. I mean I'm a doctor too. But I understood what he meant. "But you're doing it anyway, so thanks again. You want me to lay down somewhere, Soot?"

"Yeah. Put your head on my lap, it'll  be easier for me to help."

"Ok."

He rested his head on my left thigh, closing his eyes. "Is this going to hurt?"

"It might." I took out a sharp needle, a needle driver, tissue forceps, and some clear string. After threading the string into the needle, I put the needle in the needle driver. I grabbed a stress ball that was beside me, something I also found in the bathroom cupboard. "Here, use this."

Q grabbed the ball and held it tightly in his fist. He opened his eyes suddenly, causing us to lock eye contact. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. It felt different from how we looked at each other before. There was a look in his eyes I couldn't quite pin on an emotion. Sadness? Fear? Happiness?...Lust? I didn't know.

I blinked hard and cleared my throat, causing Q to go red, probably realizing he was staring. "I would close my eyes now Q. It'll be easier for me to suture."

"O-oh yeah, of course." He said, while still not breaking eye contact with me. Then he closed his eyes slowly. I took a deep breath. I'm still in college for my medical degree. I've only done stitching on a real human twice. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I'll just have to pray to the gods that I don't fuck up his face.

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A/N: btw for the people who don't know, I just started a new book! It's Schlattbur, for weirdos who wanted it! (thanks for over 2.k reads, love you guys)