Summary:

Title says anything

Match: Dominic Howard.
Keyword: oh well, the prompter this time just asked for BellDom, so I did it on my own ;P
Setting: WOTP Era
Characters: Matt and Dom
Pairing: BellDom
Genre: fluff and hurt/comfort

Micro Cuts

Matt answers on the fifth ring, without looking at the display, otherwise he might have answered sooner.
"Hello?"
"Matt, it's me..." Dom moans, pain in his voice.
"Dom, what's going on?" the other is alarmed
"I was injured, I wanted to..."

Matthew nearly drops the phone.

"Don't move, I'll be right there."

"Honey, where are you..." Elle tries to ask him, seeing him leave in a fury. "Going?" She asks the now empty room.
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Having collected every possible ticket, especially for speeding, Matthew parks in a risky maneuver in front of Dominic's house

There's no need for him to kick the door open because he has a copy of the keys, for emergencies.. And that's an emergency!
When he enters he finds Dom from behind, sprawled on the sink.

"Doooommm, here I am, I'll take care of you!" Matt yells, running towards him, who has his right index finger under the jet of water.

"Matt, what are you doing here?" He stares at him, puzzled.

"But how? I thought you were dying..."

"And to think that we had that speech about being a little less catastrophic."

"So you're not dying..."

"Nope, see? I just cut my finger while I was cooking dinner. I wanted to ask if you remembered where I keep the plasters... but it's already healing by now," Dom explains, showing him the cut on his fingertip that barely reaches an inch.

"So you're not dying!"

"Bells, could you repeat that without sounding like... you're disappointed?" Dominic glares at him.

"Of course I'm not, it's just... I was all in Savior mode by now and..." Matthew mutters.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I can tell it stings a lot!" whimpers Dominic.

"Kiss and make it better?" Matt murmurs, placing his mouth on his injured finger.

"Huh, I wish I'd cut myself somewhere else then..." the blond looks at him mischievously.

"We can always pretend that's the case." suggests the brunet with a hungry look.

"Just start kissing me, then we'll see," Dominic pulls him to himself.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're here, you were a bit my Savior." the blond murmurs, clinging closer to him.

"We don't talk about the cut anymore, right?" Matt asks insightfully, kissing his hair.

"If anything, the cut in my heart. When there's no tour, it's tough, you know."

"I know."

"Oh yes, it's true, I have Stacie, she is wonderful, I love her, but..."

"I know, Dommeh, I know. And it's the same for me. Now I'll ask you a question." He separates from him, just so that he can look at him better. "Do you think I've condemned you to endless unhappiness?"

"Nope, as long as I see that light in your eyes every time you look at me." the blond smiles at him.

"And you will always see that light," the brunette assures him.

"I know."

"You know, Dom, I've seen two bracelets with a heart that lights up when, from a distance, one of the two touches the heart to let the other know that he is thinking about him .. and vice versa."

"Oh, Matteh...that would be so sweet.."

"I wanted to get them, but instead I think I'll buy you a scale."

"Uh? Why a scale? By the way, I already have one."

"Then use it next time, to weigh the words better before you tell me you're injured!"

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THE END

Hope you'll like it.
Give meeee ... all of the peace and joy in your mind. err no wait, I meant, give me a little sing of life ^^' such as a kudos or a 'please, stop writing' XD, whatever