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⊹˚₊˚꒰🌹・꒱ DAHLIA ; Mattheo Riddle, reader always gets hurt x personal nurse, Angst
⊹˚. ౨ৎ can you wash my hair for me?
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and wounds
Word count: 1094
Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!
"bandages". :☆。゚. ───
Mattheo saw it all, one second you're soaring through the sky just a second away from catching the snitch, the next you're falling towards the ground because of a rather aggressively thrown Bludger. One of the twins. He'd always hated them but their chance of ever being likable in his eyes just crashed down and burned. You hit the grass before he can even react and luckily madam hutch put some sort of spell on you just before you're landing to save you from everything but some dirty hair and a few scratches. You get checked by her once too. Even though it was confirmed your fine, he feels the need to fly down and make sure personally.
He doesn't.
You'll come to him later anyways, asking him to clean up the scratches because you don't like the smell of the Hospital Wing.
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As expected, he hears a knock on his door after changing into more comfortable clothes. What he doesn't expect is to see tears in your eyes. Your hair is still a mess but you've changed into his oversized shirt and some sweatpants. Your arms are raised with your hands opened to let him see the bloody mess. Your hands are stained with blood and feel like they've been light on fire. You try to explain the situation in sobs.
You 're trying to do something (the crying makes it hard to understand you) and the wounds madam Pomfrey sealed close on the field reopened. You should really go to her and let her help you but here you are, searching for his comforting eyes but all you’re met with is his annoyance.
"You should have just gone to the Hospital wing"
You must look pathetic tears and snot running down your face without a way to stop them. He must be disgusted at your sight, never once has he turned you down before and now here you are so close to a nervous breakdown and he refuses to help. "You know i don't like it there, will you please help me? sniff I'll never sniff ask again."
He sighs in annoyance but steps to the side to let you in anyway, "sit on the bed." He knew there was no need to tell you where to sit, at this point you could find it blind. Even Though he seemed to have no real interest in helping you, the medicine cabinet was already rolled to stand next to the bed with a health spell book laying on top. It's already opened to a page for closing wounds, you have no idea how he knew what would happen but you smile anyway.
You sit and look at Mattheo searching through the cabinet, there is an irritated aura surrounding him that keeps you from yapping on about the rest of your day. You keep quiet even when the pain of your hands causes tears to rise up in your eyes again and the uncomfortable air tightens your throat.
When he finally stands up and takes a look at you, instead of the usual smile and kiss to the top of your head, sometimes combined with asking you about gossip he heard, you get silence.
Silence, as he reads, gives you painkillers.
Silence, as he mutters a spell to make them react immediately.
You breathe out and let your head drop, when the pain finally subsides. It feels like you can finally breathe again as a soothing tingle covers your body. He takes your hands in his with much less care than you'd like, but seeing as he made sure you wouldn't get hurt before doing so, you can't get too mad.
He takes his wand out of his pocket and mutters "Ferula'' two times before getting the pronunciation right. The bandages wrap around your hand at lightning speed and a few wrap around places on your right arm where they apparently detected scratches. "Thank you, mattheo! Really. I appreciate it."
He turns around to avoid looking in your eye and pretends to search for something on his desk. "No need to thank me. You know where the door is, right?" His voice is cold and a bit mocking. It makes you pause instead of asking him for /more/ help.
You want to get the words out so badly but you keep quiet.
When you don't say anything but don't leave either he looks at you with a raised brow and ice cold eyes. You shrink under his gaze and he notices. Of course he does. He overanalyzes everything you do to find a hint of wanting him for more than his abilities to nurse you up. "What?"
You look up at him and he can't help but soften up a bit, you somehow look more hurt fixed up than bleeding and he thinks it might be his fault. "How can i help, mi amada (my beloved)"
A blush rises to your cheeks at the throw-away nickname and it gives you the strength to get it out even if it turns into you rambling, "Can you wash my hair for me? It's just that I don't want to get the bandages wet or move my hands too much and open the wounds again. But you don't have to do it. I can get somebody else if it's too much trouble. Maybe Pansy will help me."
No answer.
"I'm sorry."
No answer.
"I'll just leave. Sorry to bother you." You stand up to do just that, when he moves to block your way. "I'll help"
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After a bit of shuffling around you found a position where your hands are safely laid on the side of the tub with mattheo sitting in front of it. You look through the shampoo that he has only to find nothing more than a 5 in 1 bottle and some body wash. "5 in 1, really?"
You get a small chuckle out of him while he loads said shampoo onto his hand so that counts as a win, "Well my hair still looks great, doesn't it?"
"Always," it comes out more soft than you would like. More revealing. It reveals your heart filled with love for him, the reason you always come to him for help. He doesn't seem to see your heart laid out in front of him ready for him to stab a knife of rejection through. Or maybe he's ignoring it. Whatever it is, he smiles and starts massaging the foam into your soaking-wet hair.
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