Wounded (AlexAlbonxMaxVerstappen)

                                    

                                          
Couple: Alex Albon and Max Verstappen
                          
Prompt: Enemies to Lovers, Alex protecting Max, "Just take me home"
                          
Requested by anonymous ❤ 
                          
Warning: Contains blood, stab wounds, stitches and at-home medical treatment 
                          
Swords clashed against each other as we danced across the parking garage.
                          
"You're going down, Verstappen."
                          
"You wish, Albon."
                          
Over and over our weapons touched. Thrust, jump back, parry, pivot right, lunge. Until finally, I caught the hero off guard. His sword clattered against the ground noisily, leaving him defenceless to my attacks. Verstappen began to step backwards but stumbled over a stray rock. I leapt forwards to catch him before he could fall, being careful to keep my sword from touching him. I shuffled him around in my arms so his back was pressed to my chest, my blade raising his chin.
                          
"What now, Verstappen? How are you going to get out of thi- Oh my god!" While I had been talking, I had wrapped my arm around his waist in an attempt to hold him tighter to me. Instead, I had discovered his whole stomach drenched with blood. I immediately let go of him so he was standing on his own but left a hand on his elbow, just in case he fell. "I didn't do that, did I?"
                          
"No," Verstappen said, shaking his head.
                          
"Then what happened? Have you been fighting other villains?" I asked suspiciously.
                          
"No, of course not. I was training with someone before we got the alert that you were attacking. My partner was startled and stabbed me but I didn't have time to properly treat the wound."
                          
"You're an idiot. You could die if you keep letting that bleed out!"
                          
"Stopping you was more important," The hero shrugged.
                          
"Awwww, that's so sweet. Still dumb but sweet." Silence fell between us as we continued to stare at each other. "Oh right! Do you need to go to the hospital?"
                          
"No."
                          
"Your headquarters?"
                          
"No."
                          
"Well, I can't just leave you here."
                          
"Fine. Just take me home, then."
                          
"Great, come on." I wrapped an arm around his waist as he placed one of his arms around my neck, the pair of us stumbling towards my car.
                          
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Eventually we managed to get to Max's house, albeit us getting lost a couple times, both with locating the car and then trying to get to the apartment. 
                          
"Where's your key?"
                          
"Under the mat," Max groaned, feeling the full effects of his wound now that the adrenaline of our fight had worn off. I helped him lean against the wall before crouching down to retrieve the key.
                          
"You know, this is really unsafe. Anyone could find it and break in."
                          
"I know but what other choice do I have? Carry it on me during a fight and lose it completely?" He made a fair point and I told him as such. He simply shrugged in return.
                          
I unlocked the door and reached out a hand for my greatest enemy. He took it gratefully and I led him into his house.
                          
"Where to?"
                          
"The bathroom. Second door on the left, down that corridor." Max pointed as he spoke, making it clear to me as to where to go.
                          
I opened the door and carefully pushed Max onto the edge of the bathtub.