bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[ bull makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a grunt, disapproving because he will vocalize his disapproval so help him right now but his tongue feels thick and his head aches from what honestly he thought would be hilarious (and kind of was) but ended up with him on his ass with half an archway in rubble around him. horns intact though. that matters. finishing his drink also mattered but that's what lead to this anyway and he was off somewhere else before he could even think to protest, krem tucked under his arm and leading him with the finesse of someone who had done it far too many times before. and so he sits like an impudent child, turning his head away from the poultice application and then getting a little vertigo when he does. damned old keep. damned ancient bricks. it did have it coming, frankly. if anyone was going to tear the place down, why not him? not that that was in the cards here, but the point stands. it's the principle of the thing. ]

I'm fine.

[ he says finally, flatly, tries to push himself up again with a small wobble, his visible brow dropping, knitting there, marking his disapproval, ]

Leave it, I'm fine.

[Admittedly, it had been hilarious when Bull first charged the door. It was all fun and games until a brick smashes someone's face. Good words to live by, that. As Bull tried to stand, Krem was right there to try and force him back down into his seat - and despite the Qunari's present condition, it was still a feat easier said than done.]

Stay put. You're not going anywhere just yet.

[He brought his hand to the cuts on Bull's head, rubbing that pasty poultice into them. Not the prettiest sight, not the most pleasant feeling but it would clean the cuts and fix them up in no time. Stitches was a miracle worker when it came to these things.]

One of us needs to be a stick in the mud. Funny it's the Vint and not the follower of the Qun.

[Said with a light scoff, corners of his mouth turning up in a bit of a smirk.]

You'll be fine when I say you are.

[ he's happy to vocalize his displeasure with a long, annoyed augh as krem mashed the nasty shit right into his wounds and despite himself, he appreciated the sting of it-- focused him, kept him from feeling so woozy and disoriented. he eyes up at the man, brow dropping, and for all his complaining and moving, his hands have settled at his knees and he's finally stilled. what can he say, krem told him stay put.

amused, ]

I kind of like it when you tell me what to do.

[Krem knew he was just teasing - but he could tease right back. He gave Bull a light push in the shower, an act much easier to do with him sitting down like this.]

Maybe I should be the one leading the Chargers, then? Might still have to hop up on your back, ride you around like a mount - people might take me seriously then.

Krem's Chargers doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

[As he spoke, he worked on smoothing out that poultice over the cuts, taking more care in getting it in the right places to heal up those scars. This was something Stitches had given him - should clear those cuts up in no time at all. Chargers couldn't afford to have their boss out of commission for long.]

[ that earns a loud, pleased laugh and he glances up at him, ]

They would be terrified. I could still wield an axe. You get them from above, I'll get them from below.

[ the warm sting of the poultice settling into a deep cut brings him back though and settles again, responding more mildly. ]

I don't know. It sounds pretty good to me.

[ it had always been the plan, if something happened to him after all. krem would be it. his best man, an arguably better leader, but maker forbid he tell a vint that. ]

[Krem wiped his hands off and let the poultice settle, chuckling again at Bull's words. He was happy being part of his Chargers - he couldn't imagine life without Bull at this point. The man meant a great deal to him, a friend, a leader, someone to give his all for.

Not that he'd ever tell the great oaf that.]

I'm pretty content where I am - grabbing the Bull by the horns-!

[Reaching out, he grabbed Bull's horns, emphasising his point - and testing the man's reflexes at the same time, trying to see just how concussed the Qunari was.]

Hah!

[ krem gets a hold of him but bull ducks back to draw krem with him, nearly teetering his little chair with the sudden movement. in less than a breath he's standing, taking his second in command with him, hoisting him up by the horns.

he smiles. ]

Nice try.

[Krem laughed and held on tightly to Bull's horns as the man rose up, grinning wide as the much taller man rose up to his feet. Krem's legs dangled, a far cry from that stern worrywart he was acting like mere moments ago.]

Glad that thick skull of yours seems to heal quickly. Here I was, worried I'd have to stand vigil over you tonight.

[Krem still would - but knowing even after having a brick land on his head that Bull could be back on his feet like this? It was a relief. He knew the man had been through worse but even so, Krem was going to worry.

Though right now, alone with Bull, he was content to act like something of a child.]

Put me down!

You got yourself into this mess.

[ he says mildly, taking a step forward with a grin, ]

I don't mind having a horn ornament, actually. How long do you think you can hold on?

[Krem stretched a little and got a better grip on Bull's horns, grasping near the curve. His legs dangled and kicked a little, twisting his middle and making an effort to wrap a leg around Bull's middle - a difficult task, considering how broad the Qunari was.]

Hour, maybe two. Longer if I could get my legs around this chest of yours.

[He twisted a little more, trying again to get a leg comfortably around the larger man, an act quickly proving to be in vain.]

Never realised you were this broad. No wonder we can't find a shirt that fits you.

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These two are precious.

honestly tho sobs

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