Leopika Oneshot||Second Book Published

Stitches

Prompt: Patching each other up (which is perfect for Leopika if you think in the wounded way which is what I'm doing)

Kurapika fumbled with the doorknob of his apartment with his open hand. The other gripped his arm trying to keep blood in. Of course, it was also there because it hurt but Kurapika was trying to stay tough. He was an adult and it was just a stab wound. He could handle it. He had decided to work for the mafia so in perspective it was his fault.

Finally, he got a good grip on the doorknob and twisted the door flying open. He stumbled into the living room and fell onto the couch. "Leorio," he called out, hoping that he was home. Even if he went out like this all the time, he didn't know how to take care of something like this. It was always Leorio or Melody that had to and he never paid attention to what they were doing.

Leorio walked into the room drying his hands with a towel. "Yes," he asked before looking up and seeing Kurapika on the couch. When he did he ran over to him. "Oh my god," he said in a distressed tone. "What happened this time?"

Kurapika flinched when Leorio touched the wound. "Take off your coat," Leorio said. "And under-shirt, I'll go get the first-aid kit."

Leorio always kept a first-aid kit in the apartment. It wasn't just for Kurapika though, it was for anyone who needed it. If another resident got injured or if Killua and Gon came over and got up to something. Leorio was always able to take care of someone in need. Plus he kept the kit where Kurapika could reach it if he needed it. But it's not like he knew how to use anything.

Leorio walked back into the living room and opened the med-kit on the coffee table. Kurapika's shirt and coat were on the floor along with his tie. Kurapika sighed as he realized he would have to buy another under-shirt and coat to match his suit. Bloodstains are difficult to get out of white cloth.

Leorio pulled some things out of the med-kit including a syringe. Kurapika looked at the sharp point and shifting uncomfortably. He hated injections. Leorio got a damp cloth and began to gently pat it on Kurapika's arm. Kurapika's eyes were still on the syringe among other sharp things in and out of the med-kit. Leorio noticed this and looked up at Kurapika still patting the cloth on the wound. "Don't worry," he said. "It'll be alright. I'm going to inject you with something to numb your arm. You need stitches." Kurapika shuddered. No way he was getting stitches.

Instead of trying to argue (which he knew was going to be useless), Kurapika asked Leorio a simple question. "Where'd you get this stuff?" He may not be a medical expert but this wasn't the usual things you would find in a med-kit.

Leorio shrugged, setting the cloth on the coffee table. "Borrowed it."

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. "You mean you stole it," he inquired.

Leorio shrugged again. "If that's the word you want to use." Kurapika scoffed at this remark.

Soon enough after the stinging sensation of Leorio rubbing some drug on the cut he picked up the syringe. Kurapika didn't want to see what he was putting in his arm nor did he want to see it happen. He closed his eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath as he felt the needle poke his skin. No point in objecting now, it had already begun.

Kurapika felt his arm go numb but not completely. It would still be possible to feel pain just slightly. Like a paper-cut. He opened his eyes again and glanced at Leorio. He had a needle in his hand and surgical thread. Kurapika wanted to look away again but he couldn't. He was interested this time for some strange reason. But that interest quickly disappeared when he felt the needle go into his arm. It hurt, a lot.

Kurapika sucked in a deep breath as Leorio stitched up the wound. He was doing it slowly, probably to make sure it was done correctly but to Kurapika it was like torture.

Leorio shot a look at him before returning his attention to the stitches. "You can cry if you want," he said after noticing Kurapika's pained expression. "It hurts."

Kurapika took another deep breath. "I'm fine," he said his voice giving the opposite impression. "It doesn't hurt that mu- OUCH." Leorio chuckled and continued his work.

A few minutes later, Kurapika heard the snip of scissors and looked back at his arm. It was all stitched up. Still on the ground next to him, Leorio was putting everything back in the med-kit. "I wouldn't move your arm too much if I were you," he said. "You might tear your stitches and I'd have to do them all over again." Kurapika did not want that to happen.

Leorio pulled one more thing out of the kit. Bandages? He looked at Kurapika, noticing his confused expression. "Even if I did do stitches I'm still bandaging it," he said. Kurapika didn't ask why or deny him too. It would be painless so why not? Leorio quickly wrapped Kurapika's arm in bandages.

"There are painkillers in the bathroom cabinet," Leorio said. "I recommend taking those before bed." He stood and brushed off his pants as if he'd been sitting in the dirt. "Goodnight, Pika." Kurapika smiled at him, he wasn't off to bed yet. Probably would watch some movies or read a book. You never know.

Kurapika leaned back on the couch after Leorio walked away. He took good care of him. He would have to thank him someday. Being unable to get comfortable, Kurapika leaned forward. He looked at the spot where he had been leaning on.

Well, there's another bloodstain on the couch.