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Dan sat down on the floor, Phil was out at the store and, by Dan’s estimations, he had about ten minutes before Phil got home.  He just had to wrap a gift, that couldn’t take more than ten minutes, right?  Dan measured out the right amount of wrapping paper and carelessly started to cut the paper off of the roll.  Phil was going to love the plushie blobfish.  Dan had found it at the store last week and decided it was the perfect thing for Phil.

He took the last chop at the paper and caught his wrist with the scissors.  Looking down to check the damage, he let out a long sigh.  He hadn’t cut in four months two weeks and three days (not that he was counting).  The day Phil found out had been a long day full of difficult conversations and gentle kisses.  Dan had made a promise not to do it again, and he was not one to go back on a promise, especially not one to Phil.

He wasn’t sure if this technically counted though, since it was an accident.  It certainly ruined the fact that he was on the way to his scars fading by the time it got warm again.  This cut was an ugly one.  There was quite a lot of blood on the carpet and wrapping paper.  Thankfully, Phil’s gift was safe on the couch.

Dan got up and went to the kitchen sink to rinse out the cut.  He grabbed a paper towel to put pressure on the cut while he went to get bandaids.  Phil walked into the kitchen just as Dan was turning off the faucet.

“Hey, could you get the mil– Dan, love, what happened?  I thought we agreed you’d talk to me if you were feeling down? And you have been talking to me.  You actually seemed better lately,” Phil said.

Dan was doubled over laughing.

“Love, What’s so funny?” Phil asked, looking hurt.

“Phil, it was an accident this time,” Dan gasped.

Phil raised his eyebrows.  “I’m failing to see how a big gash on your wrist is an accident, but I’d love to hear the story, let’s go sit down.”

“Phil, no!” Dan lunged forward to stop him from going into the lounge. “Don’t go in there right now please.  Could you get me some bandaids?”

Phil slowly turned around.  “Dan, what are you hiding from me?”

“I’ll tell you if you get me bandaids.”

Phil rolled his eyes and went to get bandaids.  While he did that, Dan hurried to shove the blobfish behind the couch with his uninjured hand.  He sat down and waited for Phil to get back.

Phil hesitated at the door to the lounge.  “Dan, can I come in there now?”

Dan waved Phil in and accepted the Hello Kitty bandaids.  “Thanks, Phil,” he said.

“Alright.  Now you have to tell me what happened to you,” Phil stated.

Dan grinned at him.  “I was wrapping your present since you were out, and I caught my wrist with the scissors.  I’m not completely sure how we’re going to get that out of the carpet.”

“Oh, Dan,” Phil sighed, pulling Dan into a hug. “You should really pay more attention when you’re using scissors.”  He took Dan’s injured wrist in his hand and carefully covered the cut with three bandaids and placed a gentle kiss over them.  

“I was so worried, love, don’t ever scare me like that again,” Phil murmured.

Dan whapped his arms around Phil and hugged him close.  “I made you a promise, didn’t I?  That’s one I’ll never break,” he whispered.

Phil placed a kiss on Dan’s lips and Dan kissed him back, winding his hands into the older man’s black hair.  Phil pulled away, “We’ve still gotta put away those groceries,” he reminded Dan.