Like her, Cameron was very comfortable with her. He knew what she was comfy with and she him. Cameron, though, unlike her, didn't have much confidence in his body. His multitude of scars from numerous life events made it hard to wear even shorts without feeling like someone was staring. He nodded and started sanitizing the wound with a cotton swab and medical alcohol, peering at it to make sure it wasn't too deep.
"This one shouldn't scar. It looked like a knife barely grazed you." He finished with the sanitizing and pressed on a medical gauze. "And no, I don't. I got all of the ones that are questionable." He took his hands off of her and picked idly at a patch on his upper thigh, handing the kit to her with his free hand.
“That bastard tore my outfit so now I’m going to have sew it up. Don’t people have manners anymore? These types of outfits aren’t cheap,” Ava twists at her rings as she waits for Cameron to finish up. Luckily, this cut isn’t too bad so it’s over with quick. She takes the kit from him and begins to stitch up the knife wound on her upper chest. “Are you sure you don’t need any help? I’m a lot more expiranced with injuries than I am with using kitchen appliances,” She comments as she continues to carefully stitch up the wound. There’s nothing pleasant about it but it needs to be done right.
Cameron grunted softly at her complaining. "I can sew if for you. I'll need to do mine tomorrow anyway. They attacked my legs and arms a lot. Oddly enough, not my chest, which was strange. It's just annoying. But, no, I'm sure. I'll be alright." He continued picking at a tightly-wrapped bandaging that somewaht squeezed at his leg. It was really annoying him. He hated tight things on his legs. He felt like he delt with it too much. Maybe he'd stop getting himself hurt. He was kind of tired of all of the rush of the fights and gettng hurt. It was really annoying after a while.
“I can sew it, don’t worry. It’s getting the blood stains out that I’m not looking forward to.” The process is messy and it’s her least favorite thing to do. At least the sewing is somewhat relaxing. She finishes sewing up the cut on her chest. “There we go. Now I’ll see to see another day.” She pulls her sweatshirt back on before swiftly packing the kit up. “If you keep picking at it, you’re going to fuck up the bandages,” She comments when she see him mess with some bandaging on his thigh.
Even more annoying. Handling laundry detergent and scrubbing hard as possible, making your fingers wrinkle up and stink of blood. Cameron was well-off enough to drop one job. He really didn't need it much anymore. He stopped picking at it upon her comment and sighed, glancing at her.
"Do you need more gauze? I used quite a bit on myself."
Ava glances down at the cut on her arm. It appears to have stopped bleeding. “Nope, I’m good.” She shakes her head a little. A frown tugs at her lips as she studies him. “Is something wrong, Cameron? Don’t take this the wrong way but you haven’t been acting like yourself since we got back. The mission was a success so why are you so gloomy?”
"Alright, are you sure you don't want to bandage that? It might get infected," He fretted gently, pausing at her question. He sat up a little in posture and rubbed his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just tired." He was sure this would pass. He was just tired and he and she alike came back with many injuries. "I just can't look at this as a victory, yet. We didn't get them all, and we got hurt."
She waves her hand at him, brushing off his concerns. The cut will be fine. “Are you sure?” She asks, studying him. Being tired makes sense but she can’t help but feel like there’s more. “No, we didn’t get them all but we did get most of them. We can always do another sweep sometime and kill the rest of those assholes.” Sighing, she pulls off of one her rings and fiddles with it. “Our injuries aren’t that bad. Getting hurt is just part of the job sometimes.”
Cameron picked up another cotton ball and started dipping it in alcohol, reaching over to dab it on her arm gently. He wanted to ward of infection and save her a trip from the hospital.
"I'm sure I'm fine. It'll pass." He shrugged. "It's just something that happens near Christmas." He did have a few issues with this time of year, too. This is when his ex-wife took Cormac, just before Christmas.
“Cameron, it’s fine,” Ava sighs when he starts to dab an alcohol soaked cotton ball on her arm. Glancing over to him, her brows furrow. “What is it about Christmas time?” She asks, curious. This is usually a cheerful time of year for people. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
Cameron finished up with it and grabbed the gauze stubbornly. "Don't worry about it. I'll get better eventually." He wrapped the wound tight and ripped the gauze, patting it down with tape and letting her go.
"There. Where are the dogs?"
Ava chews her inner cheek as she stares at him. “Stubborn man,” She mutters, displeased when he wraps up her wound. “Kreja is passed out in my room being a lump. I’m going to assume that Lily is with him.” She’d only briefly glanced in her room so she can’t say for certain.
Cameron sat back with a sigh on his comfy bed, running a hand through his curly, rather limp hair. "Ah, that lump," He muttered with a smile and a soft laugh. "I bet she is. They've been getting closer and closer lately." He scooted back on his bed and leaned back on his pillows with a yawn. "We'll have to watch the news tomorrow, to make sure we're not under suspicion."
“Kreja needs his beauty sleep,” Ava laughs, shaking her head in amusement. That dog is her baby. “They couldn’t be cuter if they tried. Look at the picture I took of them the other day.” She pulls out her phone and hands it to him. Almost every single photo is of Kreja or Lily but there are a few of Cameron with the dogs mixed in. “We cleaned up pretty well so we should be okay,” She comments, though she nods in agreement.
Cameron looked through them with a small grin teasing his lips as he looked through. "They're adorable." He handed her phone back when he reached the end, stretching his arms out. "Yeah, we did. You hid your knives, right?" He relaxed his arms back down, carefully stretching his legs and hips.
Ava takes her phone back and tucks it away. She might be a little biased but as far as she’s concerned those dogs are the cutest in the world. If she could, she’d get another one. “Yeah, all of my knives have been cleaned and hidden,” She confirms with a nod.
Cameron had no doubt that she wanted more dogs. He was just along for the ride, really. If she got another dog, that'd be fine, but there would be a few disputes depending on the dog.
"Alright, good." The room fell into silence.
“I should go try to steal my bed back from the dogs,” Ava says, standing and stretching out. Some of the things she pulled during the mission were pretty crazy so there’s a good chance that she’s going to be sore tomorrow.
"Alright. Send Lily back in here if you can. I don't wanna be cold," He grumbled as he wriggled under the replaced sheets on his bed, pulling his pillows down so he could relax his head on them.
“You’re asking for a lot here,” She mutters, knowing how hard it’ll be to move the dog if she doesn’t want to be moved. “I’ll try my best. Goodnight, Cameron.” With that, she leaves the room.
(Well it's only the morning. I don't think it matters lol 🤷🏻♀️)
(Fair enough lol. I’ll get us started then)
Ava stands in the kitchen, staring at the coffee maker. They only bought it yesterday so she doesn’t want to fuck it up by attempting to use it. She fidgets a little, conflicted. She can barely function without her daily caffeine intake. Frowning, she plays with the hem of her t-shirt.
(Thanks)
Cameron was still asleep, which was pretty uncommon for the man, even after a stressful hit like that. It was always him up before her, period. The dogs, well, Lily, came down with Ava and was sitting at her side, watching the human fiddle with the machine, her ears flopped back cutely.
“I’m going to break it and Cameron is going to kill me,” Ava mutters, knowing that she should not be touching the machine. “Lily, I’m about to do something stupid. You’re not going to tell anyone, right?” She asks the dog, turning to look down at her. After pressing a kiss to Lily’s head, she heads over to the fridge and pulls out an energy drink. It’s been years since she’s had one so she doesn’t really know how it’ll affect her.
Lily barked softly at her, standing to her paws and meandering over to the refrigerator, where she took out a bag of onions. She dropped them slowly to the ground and sniffled at a can of cold coffee, barking at her discovery and smacking Ava's leg with her tail as she wagged it.
Ava sets the energy drink aside when she sees Lily pull out a bag of onions. "Sorry, sweet girl, I can't let you have those," She says as she picks the bag up and puts it back in the fridge. "What is that?" Glancing down at Lily, she notices the can of cold coffee. "Oh, Lily, you are the best!"
Lily barked, wagging her tail harder at the praise. She sat down at Ava's feet and looked up at her expectantly, her tail falling still. She seemed to be expecting something in reward for her discovery. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she sat there, barking again.
Ava opens the fridge and searches around until she finds a plastic bag of cold bacon that were leftover from breakfast a few days ago. "Don't tell Cameron." She chuckles, handing Lily a piece of bacon. After grabbing one more for herself, she puts the bag up.
