For Twilight week from @twiyorbase! For the prompt "blood", Twilight x Yor flash fic 😅 Established relationship; post-reveals; hurt/comfort & emotional hurt/comfort & caretaking; cw grief
Injury
He couldn't find the source of the blood. The tear in Yor's long sleeve had shifted such that the actual wound itself was hidden: somewhere awkward, high on her tricep. It would be substantially easier if they weren't squeezed, hiding out in a tiny closet: Twilight had his back against the wall, the back of Yor's legs pressed tight to his as she twisted and leaned forward to give him better access to her arm. He considered again the prospect of returning home to tend to it but... for all it didn't seem to be a bad injury, it was bleeding steadily. Twilight shook his head; best not to risk a blood trail. He banged his elbow, biting back a curse, moving to carefully roll her sleeve further, hoping to finally reveal where the bullet had clipped her.
"It hurts it hurts it hurts!" Yor whispered.
Twilight stared at the back of Yor's head. Yor had once given him an astonishing list of injuries she'd sustained in the course of her work (and some from her attempts at cookery). She'd told him idly, offhandedly, as though it were a passing curiosity; the incongruity striking as they'd walked hand-in-hand around the park on a date. He'd sought and found evidence of some of them later that same evening, hadn't quite known why it was important to him or what to think about each mark, though Yor had liked when he feathered kisses to them. As the weeks passed and their intimacy deepened, he uncovered more and more of them, until Twilight was fairly certain he had now mapped them all, kissed them all, and knew quite well what injuries Yor had recovered from.
So how someone who had survived that number and diversity of injury could also have such low pain tolerance —