Fightober Day 2: Injury (Patreon)

CRACK

Damn, that felt good! Felt like she'd been sluggin' it out with this guy for hours before she finally put him down with that final hook.

Actually...maybe not too good? A jolt of muted pain shot through her middle finger and all the way up to her elbow. Unclenching her fist....yea, it's definitely not supposed to bend that way...adrenaline's probably eatin' most of the pain for now at least.

She obviously wasn't quick enough to hide it, though. Damon was pushing his way through the jeering crowd before her opponent even fully hit the jagged, concrete floor, the red head's dark brows furrowed in that way she'd never admit made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.

Despite how gently he took her hand and inspected it, she knew him well enough to know he was fuming-irritated at best; veins in his hands protruding, biceps subtly flexing and relaxing...

Why'd he look so cute when he was aggravated?

"You good? It hurt?" Damon's eyes didn't leave her hand, but Jordan still found herself looking away sheepishly at the concern under his aggravated tone.

"I've had worse, it's nothing." She meant for it to relax him a bit but-

Could you get third degree burn from a glare? That was not the response he wanted.

"Okay, hurts a bit. Nothing I can't sleep off after resetting it." She winced at the thought of snapping the digit back in place. Ugh, that's gonna fucking suck...

"I'll take you home. Work on this first before I check your nose. You're still bleeding..." She didn't notice until he pointed it out, the coppery taste of her blood filling her senses right after.

There were a few murmurs in the crowd now, they were still in the center of the makeshift arena and she realized how much they were standing out. The guy she knocked out was finally getting dragged away by his friends and here she was getting doted on by this, supposedly, blood thirsty ex gang member...

It's awkward, but don't deflect with humor. Be normal. Don't deflect just be NORMAL-

"Come on, what are you my fucking dad? People are gonna think you're getting soft." STUPID

It got a quirk of a brow from him at least, and that stupid, sexy half smirk of his. Wait-not sexy. Just a smirk, damn it.

"Someone gonna stop me from checking on my girl? End up taking a nap like that dumbass on the floor?"

MY girl?

That's different.

Weren't they doing the no labels thing?

Uh oh

She didn't correct him on it. Probably didn't have to tell him how much that effected her either.

Smug bastard.

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