worry gf

The speaker confronts someone who sneaked into the house and asks why they are hiding their face. They learn that the person fell and got injured. The speaker patches up their wounds and scolds them for using tape as band-aids. They offer to cook dinner and ask the person to promise not to hide their injuries in the future. They finish by teasing the person playfully and invite them to watch as they cook lasagna. What are you doing? You look so surprised. You know that I know all of your tricks. Well, for one thing, you didn't give me a hello, hug, or kiss. You only sneak into the house if you're hiding something. Something you know I won't like. Now on with it. Why do you keep hiding your face? What happened? Why would you hide this? No, I want to know what happened. You... fell? Is that really it, or are you still hiding things? Alright, glad you'll tell me first try after you hide being injured in the first place. How bad was the fall? You've got scrapes and bruises everywhere. Let me just quickly get my supplies and then I'll patch you up on the couch. I know that you could technically do this by yourself, but I want to ensure my darling gets the best treatment. Something you don't always give yourself. Nope, not up for debate. So, how'd you fall? Patch of ice? I must have been nasty then. Oh, yeah, also... And hello, since you didn't come through the front door. I would give you a hug as well, but I don't want to touch all of your wounds. Fine, but don't complain if I accidentally hurt you. Now, how's your day been aside from the fall? Well, I hope you took photos. I want to see that. You've been working on that project for months now. It's going to be some... What is this? No, what is this? And how haven't I noticed it till now? You are such a doofus. Don't use cellotape as band-aids. How come you wrapped one finger in tape but left the rest alone? Not that it would have helped, really. You've ran out of cellotape? I can't believe you sometimes. Coming home all banged up only to tell me that cellotape is an adequate replacement for band-aids. Well, lucky for you, I'm fully stocked up on medical items. I need to fix you up. Want me to also throw on a nurse uniform? I don't remember plain nurse being in the girlfriend contract. It's in the fine print. Well, okay then. Guess I'll have to throw on my nurse uniform. And you're instantly red. Gosh, you can be so cute. Maybe I'll put it on later. I'm going to cook dinner first. Oh no, I'm doing it on my own. You just got hurt. Well, you can keep me company and be pretty, you know? Give the cook some motivation. I'm almost done, love. I just want to make sure I properly disinfect everything. Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to use the same bandages as last time. I threw those awful things in the bin. So what would you like for dinner? I was thinking we'll have lasagna. I've been craving it for the past two days. I bought those monster-sized ones again. Perfect to put us in a food coma. They shouldn't take that long in the oven. There, now you're all bandaged up. On a more serious note, can you promise me something? Promise me next time you get hurt you won't tell me immediately. I know that you don't want to make me worry and that you're used to hiding these sorts of things, but this is only going to make me worry more. Promise? Good. Now come on, you can watch your cook make lasagna. I know, right? Heating up store-bought lasagna in the oven? So hard. Careful there, hon, or I might make use of the tickle fingers. Yeah, that'll shut you right up. Just sit down and watch your cook do her magic.