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Jonah, Sirius, Edgar and Harr giving you a piggy back when you break your ankle and he needs to get you to the doctor!

Sirius Oswald

oh dear, he thinks the second he hears the pop, then the crack admit from your ankle. And his heart is breaking when your face suddenly crinkles in pain, and you’re biting your lip to stop yourself from calling out and crying. 

“Where does it hurt?” he asks, gently inspecting your ankle. It’s swelling, and turning an awful black and blue.

You put on a very brave front, even laughing a little at your clumsiness, but he can see by the way you every so often blink rapidly, you’re trying to push back tears and hide the pain. 

Sirius chuckles as he cups your cheek. “What am I going to do with you, little lady?”

You’ll be confused at first when he bends down in front of you, until he finally tells you he’s giving you a piggy back ride. 

A piggy back ride from Sirius is something you’d never refuse, even if it’s in unfavorable circumstances. 

He has nice, long legs, so he gets you to the infirmary very fast, but the whole time there, he’s talking to you to keep you distracted from the pain.

“Luka taught me how to make cookies today.”

“Would you like to hear something ridiculous Fenrir and Ray did earlier?”

“Did you know flowers have a language?” 

Your whole healing period, he is very attentive towards you, always making sure you are comfortable and that your foot is elevated, being iced or heated when necessary. 

At night, when the two of you are alone, he’ll hold your foot and press little gentle kiss to where it’s bruised from the break, his lips lingering just a little.

Jonah Clemence

the darling queen is a panicking mess when he hears the defining crack of your ankle snapping when you trip down the stairs, 

your ankle twisting from slipping in your heals, being the cause of it. 

And he is horrified with himself that he didn’t catch you in time, or even just grab your arm to stop you from falling down.

In retrospect, your injury doesn’t come from falling down the stairs, actually, but the twist in the heal itself. Either way, he is blaming himself and truly mortified as he thinks, what kind of a boyfriend am I to not stop my own girlfriend from breaking her ankle?!? 

He wipes at an involuntary tear that slips down your face from the stinging pain. You’re not far from the castle, but waiting for a carriage will only add to unnecessary waiting whilst you’re sitting in pain, and he could easily get you there quicker by carrying. 

“Come on, get on my back!”

“Wha— Jonah!”

“Let me carry you! I promise I won’t drop you, so just do as you’re told.”

You roll your eyes, but give in to him, carefully getting onto his back as he kneels down for you. He wraps his arms around your legs and makes sure you’re holding on tight.

He’s not really running but he’s walking at a very quick pace, a look of determination amongst his doll like features. You rest head against the crook of his neck.

Though these are certainly not favorable circumstances, it feels nice to receive a piggy back from Jonah, something you don’t see him really ever offering. Even with how eccentric he is.

A bright, pink blush tints his cheek as he feels your soft lips against the bare skin just below his ear, and your warm breath as you whisper a simple, “Thank you.”

“Hmph— no need to thank me!” he says, bouncing you a little more up his back. The castle is just ahead now. “I’m only doing what a man must do for his lady!” 

Edgar Bright

Edgar wasn’t there when you fell and broke your ankle. It was one of his men who came rushing to him he was taking a leak and asked that you were to be watched, panting and frantically telling him what happened.

And let me tell you, he is fuming— not at you, but at his men for not keeping a better eye on you, as he specifically said to watch you while he’s gone for a moment. Poor man thinks I can’t even go to the bathroom without something happening.

He has a rather sadistic smile on his face as he tells the soldiers he will see to them momentarily. 

With help, he’s getting you situated on his back, and he’s booking it to Kyle. He can tell you’re in a lot of pain, though you try to hide it by burying your face in his back. But Edgar isn’t dumb,

and besides, he can feel the little bit of bare skin on his neck becoming damp. his poor, precious girl

“What am I going to do with you, silly girl,” he chuckles to lighten the mood. “Hold on tight, MC, we’ll be there soon. Just hang in there!”

He holds your hand the whole time as your foot is getting wrapped up. He can see the sorrowful look on your face; the way you mourn the freedom of your movement is… cute to him, though he feels terrible. 

He chuckles and ruffles your hair before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Don’t fret, MC, you’ll be up on your feet and injuring yourself even more in no time!” 

Harr Silver

Oh boy. Oooohhh boy. Oh fucking boy. Harr was not prepared for this. And like Jonah, will be absolutely kicking himself for not keeping a better eye on you. 

I mean, you’re an adult, he doesn’t need to— but you were climbing a tree in attempts get closer to a birds nest, he should have probably been watching instead of letting his focus stray elsewhere.

Now you were in a heap on the ground, your dress a over your head, torn and dirty, and your ankle horribly sprained.

Using magic on injuries can be dangerous at times, so though he contemplates using it to heal you, his intuition tells him it’s best to get you to the doctor at the red army instead then trying to cure it himself. 

Chances are you got a concussion too after your fall, you’re a little dizzy and very out of it. “MC. Wrap your arms around my neck.”

He carefully lifts you from the ground, slumping over slightly to properly situate you on his back. He takes a careful hold of your legs, keeping them wrapped around his torso. “Don’t let go, ok?”

The whole way, he’ll be constantly asking if you are ok. He’s really concerned for you, and worries this might effect whether or not you’ll want to come back and visit his home—though of course it won’t. 

And once he has finally got you to Kyle, he’s going to be holding your hand blushing furiously because of PDA and trying to comfort you as you’re getting your foot wrapped up. So expect some awkward pats on the head, or looking into your face to ask, “You’re not in any more pain, right?” blessed boy, best boy

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