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Parker had taken her shirt off, but left her bra on, so Eliot could wrap her bruised ribs. He then put the brace on her wrist. The whole time he'd remained silent. Parker was used to the fact that Eliot was often quiet, but this felt different, and it bothered her. She just wasn't sure what it meant, or what to do. Was he mad she'd let herself get hurt?
He finally looked up and met her eyes. She was shocked at the guilt and pain she saw in them. "I'm so sorry, Parker."
"Eliot, it's not your fault. I'm fine."
"You're hurt, Parker. I should have been there faster," Eliot said.
"You got there as fast as you could. Really fast. I don't blame you, and I don't want you to blame yourself," she told him.
"I'm supposed to protect you, Parker. I'm supposed to make sure you don't get hurt."
She sighed. "Eliot, you can't be everywhere. I'm fine…"
Seeing his pointed look at her ribs, she amended, "I'll be fine in a few days."
"Weeks, Parker," Eliot corrected. "Those ribs will take weeks to heal. So will the wrist."
They ended up on the recliner, Parker resting on top of Eliot, and watched movies. Since she was hurt, Parker got to choose. They watched Ocean's 11, 12, and 13. Parker spent most of the time noting what was done wrong, and how their Team could do it better, with only five people.
That night, Eliot drove them to his place. "But, you should take me home. I'm hurt, so we can't… you know."
"Parker, I'm not letting you be home by yourself when you're hurt. And I don't just want you around for 'you know'. You're hurt, and I'll feel better if you're close."
"Okay," she agreed. She wanted to lean over and kiss him, but her bruised ribs didn't encourage the move, so she waited until they were out of the car (Eliot, as usual, coming to open the door for her), to kiss him.