A/N: From my other oneshot book. Inspired by my dad's own injury.
~FB667

"Patton, please put me down. It's just a sprained ankle." Logic sighed, adjusting his glasses.
   "Just a sprained ankle?" Morality's eyes were full of concern. "Logan, your right ankle is completely bruised and slightly twisted. You're lucky if it's 'just a sprained ankle.'"
   Morality was carrying the other trait, bridal style, towards his room. "I don't care if me carrying you damages your pride, you're in no condition to walk on your own."
   Logic huffed in annoyance, cheeks watming up at the statement. "I'll never understand how you manage to be the dominant one in this relationship," he muttered.
   Patton chortled softly, using his foot to open the door. "You know you love me," he murmured, placing Logan gently on the bed.
   Logic waved him off. "Yeah, yeah... you still don't have to treat me like a child, though," he grumbled, attempting to sit up. Morality just shook his head in disappointment and propped the swollen ankle on a pillow. He pressed a kiss to Logan's temple. "Now stay put, I'm going to get you an ice pack."
   "But-"
   "Stay." The father-like trait power walked out of the room. Logic growled. He despised feeling useless. His gaze fell onto his ankle. He tried to move it, which only made himself hiss in pain. "Damn it," Logan whispered to no one in paticular.
   Morality returned with an ice pack and laid it gingerly across the injured ankle. Though he didn't want to admit it, Logic liked the feeling if being cared for. He couldn't help but blush at Patton's every move.
   "Is there anything I can get for you?" Morality asked, taking the other's hand in his. Logan nodded. "A book... and maybe some black coffee?"
   Patton chuckled, leaning down to kiss his lover. "Of course," he started to walk out but stopped himself, turning towards Logic. He smirked. "If I didn't know any better, I'd have said that you-"
   "Don't."
   "Fell for me," Morality giggled at his own joke before quickly walking out. The logical trait groaned, pretending to hate the corny joke. He sighed deeply, letting his head touch the pillow.
   "I could get used to this..." he thought solemnly.