#damn who knew i could make a p realistic looking bruise

[amazingmsme]

Yes I drew ghost!polites, no you cannot see it

[whom-killed-markiplier]

I dunno how to phrase this exactly, but perhaps a soft moment between s/o and Dark, where Dark trusts them to help him with something, like perhaps his work or an injury or something? Basically a trust fic XD -NitS

Thank you so much for cute idea, darling! I’m super happy with this one, so I hope you enjoy it! 

-Trigger warning for blood and injuries-

It's hard to keep accidents from happening in a place like the ego manor, even despite Dark's best attempts. With idiots running around twenty-four seven, at least three things were bound to break in a week. And that's on a good week.Dark was constantly at his wits end with these fools, and if he didn't have you around, he feared that he would've ended at least three of them by now.

Starting with that stupid klutz of an android, Bing.

The incident that sparked such frustration happened when Bing was doing yet another skate trick in the house specifically after being instructed not to, because he'd already broken three vases and a window. Dark had been taking a walk outside when Bing came grinding down the stairwell railing, into the large window in front of it, and onto the grass. Dark definitely thought he saw sparks fly from a few cuts in Bings skin, but he was too angry to worry about his well-being right now. 

A large, pitch black aura began to surround Dark. He growled, deep and low in his throat, barring his teeth in anger. 

"What did I say about riding that damned skateboard inside?"

His voice took on a scary rumble that echoed and overlaid itself, so it sounded there were more of him then there really was. 

Bing flinched, visibly afraid. Realistically, he knew Dark would never hurt him. But in the heat of the moment he feared for his life.

Dark hadn't been close enough to actually get hit by the tumbling ego, but he was close enough to receive some damage anyway. This became clear as he exerted his powers and blood began to pour from a large cut along the side of his left palm under his pinkie finger, which was accompanied by a couple tinier cuts around it. His right hand was less damaged, but a couple cuts from where the glass had nicked him were present. Luckily, the rest of him was safe. His suit kept his arms unscathed and his hands, raised in front of him, served as significant enough protection for his face. Maybe he could make it up to his office without anyone noticing the damage.

He took a couple breaths, steadying his mood a little before drawing back his aura until it just barely outlined him, and crossed his arms behind his back. He clasped his hands together, his right over his left to keep the wound from bleeding everywhere. 

"Bing. Stand," Dark said, his voice still echoing in the lingering Void around him. Bing did as told without hesitation, scrambling to his feet in an instant. He saluted, which would have made Dark laugh in any other situation

"Google!" Dark called, eyes finding the onlooking android. Google was holding back a laugh, though it certainly wasn't for the sake of Bing's feelings. But he perked up when his name was called, no longer laughing.

"Take him to the infirmary and fix him up. That is an order."

Dark had to state that it was an order or else it wouldn't be done. Google would sooner sacrifice himself to the services of humanity before he'd willingly take care of Bing. 

With a grumble, Google grabbed Bing by the shirt and yanked him away from the wreckage. The rest of the egos watching the scene were quickly driven away by Dark's cold gaze.

Dark stood there in the grass, allowing himself to calm down from any lingering anger he felt. Once his dark aura dissipated completely, he uncrossed his arms and looked down at his hands which were slowly becoming wet and sticky from his blood. He frowned at the injuries and looked up to make sure no one was around. Then he clasped his hand over the large cut to stop the bleeding, ignoring the sharp pain, and stalked off to his office.

Once there he realized he didn't really know what to do. He'd never really had a major injury before. He'd only gotten minor cuts and bruises, those of which were easy to take care of and healed exceptionally fast thanks to his power. It didn't help that the injuries were on his hands, which would make patching himself up rather difficult. That meant that he would have to rely on someone else in the house.

There weren't many people around here that he trusted to help with this sort of thing, and even less that he trusted to see him in an injured state. He could always go to the infirmary and seek aid from Dr. Iplier, but he would rather not have the Doc tell him that he's dying every few seconds and then give him shoddy help at best.  Not to mention that Bing and Google were already there, and he didn't really want Bing to find out he hurt Dark and have him fret over him the entire time. Especially not while he was annoyed with him. 

Wilford was his most trusted friend among the egos, but he wasn't exactly... good at this sort of thing. Wil excelled with his marksmanship, not with his first aid skills. 

But there was one resident of the home that wasn't even an ego. One that he trusted with his life. 

As if being summoned by the mere thought of you, a humming came from the hallway, drawing his attention outside of his office. Both the tune and the voice was familiar, and poking his head out into the hall revealed the source of the sound to be you. You were on your way past his room, and when you spotted him you brightened considerably. 

"Good afternoon, Dark!" You said with a bright smile and a quick wave. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he nodded in acknowledgement.

"Afternoon, (Y/n)."

He glanced over his own shoulder, considering his predicament before he called out your name. The call for you came out with a bit of urgency, against his will. The last thing he wanted was to worry you or make you think something was wrong. Or at least, make you think that something was seriously wrong. But something told him that this was a bit urgent. He needed help, and he didn't know who else to turn to. 

When you stopped your trek to wherever it was you were headed, tilting your head in question, Dark sighed.

"Could I perhaps ask for your assistance with something real quick?"

"Always. What's up?"

Dark smiled, then jerked his head back as a gesture to enter his office. As he retreated inside, you followed.

Your smile immediately fell upon entering the room and seeing the various scrapes and cuts inside his palm. You gasped, your hand clasping over your mouth in surprise.

"Dark, what happened?"

For some reason he was embarrassed and couldn't meet your eyes. 

"There was an... incident outside.," he said through clenched teeth. You raised an eyebrow, somehow knowing exactly what that meant. 

"Bing again?"

He sighed.

"Yes."

Though he was angry, you found the situation amusing. You pressed your hand to your mouth again, this time to suppress a laugh. 

"When will he learn?"

"I don't know. But now I must make arrangements to replace the window... again."

You stifled the rest of your giggles, trying to force them away so that you wouldn't upset him further. 

"Well... Let me help you patch up your hands."

"That would be appreciated, thank you."

You left his office as he pulled back one of the chairs from in front of his desk and sat down. You returned only moments later with a large first aid kit that you kept in the bathroom on this hall. Dark still remembered the exasperated face you made after your first experience of an injury here in the manor, when he told you that they didn't keep any first aid around. Even though you had been upset with him in the moment, it was rather funny now. He smiled fondly at the memory.

Before he could reminisce too long, you knelt down onto your knees in front of him and set the first aid kit on the ground. You picked up some tissues that you also brought with you and pressed it against the long cut under his pinkie. You pressed it for a long time until you were sure it was done bleeding, then set it aside to look at the cut.

"It's not too deep. Won't need stitches or anything..." You mumbled, more to yourself then him, it seemed, "It looks like there might be some glass in here..."

Dark cursed, but you smiled up at him and patted his knee.

"No worries, it won't be too hard to care for."

You took a pair of tweezers out, the pair you usually used to remove the Kings splinters. When Dark looked a little put off by this, you quickly assured him

"Don't worry, I sterilize these every time I use them."

That eased Dark and you went back to work, gently parting the skin of the cut. You gripped the glass shard and slowly slid it out, discarding it with the bloody tissues. You squeezed the wound a bit, pushing some blood out to wash out the germs, then patted it dry.

Afterwards, you stopped the more minor cuts from bleeding, checked them for glass, then wiped away the rest of the blood from his skin. 

When you pulled out the bottle of alcohol, he winced. 

"I don't really know how your body works. You heal at abnormally fast rates, and you can't really get sick, so... I don’t really know if you can get an infection... But, it's better to be safe then sorry."

You retrieved a baggie full of cotton balls and plucked one out. You opened the bottle and, careful not to spill any on his nice rug, you soak the cotton in the alcohol. 

You looked up at him in warning and he nodded, signaling you to continue. But when you pressed it against his wound he sucked in a sharp breath.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. This'll be over before you know it."

You held his hands so gently as you paid each cut special attention. Even if it was barely worse than a paper cut, you still disinfected it like it was as deep as the first. Your soft hands caressed his so carefully, almost like you were worried that you would injure him further if you didn't handle him with care. He couldn't help the flutter in his chest over how caring you were to be so attentive to his wounds.

Once you were finally done, you put the used cotton balls with the rest of the trash and retrieved the bandages.

"I don't think the majority of your hands will need bandaging. Those little cuts will heal up pretty quick. But I don't know about the big one. I'd like to bandage it up, just in case. If that’s alright with you."

He nodded once again and you unraveled the roll of bandages. You started wrapping up the part of his palm underneath his pinkie finger. You made sure it was tight, just not too tight to cut off circulation to the finger. You grabbed a piece of medical tape and sealed it once you thought your work was sufficient, then leaned away from him with a smile. He momentarily wished that you would lean closer instead. 

"There! All done!" 

You piled all of the supplies back into the kit, then took out a box of band-aids and a tube of Neosporin. You stood up onto your feet and leaned down so you were face to face with him. Nearly inches away from you, he took in another sharp breath, this time not from pain but from surprise. 

You smiled coyly and with a quiet voice you said, "You have a cut on your cheek."

You were away from him before you even knew what was happening, attending to yet another wound that he didn't know was there. You put a dab of Neosporin on his cheekbone and rubbed it in(and only then did he notice the sting of an unattended cut). Then you opened up the bandage and pressed it over the wound. 

Your bright smile returned as you leaned in close again and pressed a kiss on top of the band-aid. A little thrown off by the show of affection, he barely noticed you kneel back down to pick up the trash and retrieve your first aid kit. You were saying goodbye and leaving his office before he even processed the kiss. You stopped by his door on your way out and grinned like you knew something he didn't. It quickly became clear, however.

"Oh, and sorry about that band-aid, by the way. It's all we had. Yandere prefers the ones with the cute little hearts."

You were gone before he had a chance to respond. Not that he could've anyway, still baffled by the events that just played out. 

Dark had a hard time trying to explain the bright pink, heart covered bandage on his face to the other egos during the meeting later that day. It became the main topic of discussion before Dark got fed up and shut it down. But he did not miss the way you smiled when you entered room with coffee for the others. And he definitely did not miss the way you tried to hold in laughter as the others joked at his expense. Though, you didn't miss the way he glared at you from across the room, either. He made sure of it.

That was all he could bring himself to do as payback, though. After all, you did spend your time caring for his wounds. He may have been upset in the moment, but perhaps what you did made up for it. Even the kiss. 

Especially the kiss. 

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