bakerstreet | minor injuries;

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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[Really, it's not his fault. And it's not really hers either. She can't help, being born the way she was. Which meant that she was covered in bruises, one of them was open and bleeding.

But she huffed slightly at her getting picked up and toted around like a sack of potatoes.]

You can put me down now. It's stopped bleeding.

[A little more loudly:]

I can walk.

I don't doubt it.

[ If he's learned anything, it's that Caren would rarely ever admit to needing help, or once help was given, to openly be grateful for the help. He says this with a small smile, only tightening his grip on her further. ]

But there's no harm in playing it safe and letting me help, is there?

[She squirmed in his grip. She would have liked to be walking, but she should have realized that...well, once he had her, she wouldn't be let go. Not easily. If she had the strength to do it, she would have punched the smile right off of his face.

Instead, Caren grumbled.]

You're going to get tired.

[It's a weak excuse, but...well, she's trying okay.]

And I've already gotten blood on you. There's no need to get more, and ruin your clothes.

Do you really think me that weak? I'm hurt.

[ Honestly, she's a tiny little thing, and he's no weakling, so he hopes not. ]

Don't worry about that, Caren. [ His clothes are the last thing he's worried about, the first being Caren herself. He needs to get her somewhere where she can sit while he tends to her wound. ]

I could kick you, then you'll be hurt.

[It's true. She's pretty light even on her worst day. But she still huffs at him, and looks away.]

I should have just kept walking.

[Then she wouldn't be held hostage like this. She's pretty sure that if they end up at his place or hers, she'll not be allowed to leave the whole night due to Fussy McFusserson.]

That's true-- for how small you are, your kicks could really knock a guy out. Won't you have mercy on me?

[ If Koujaku thought that this truly displeased her, he would let go of her, since the last thing he wants is to feel like he's forcing her into something.

But this is for her own good, right now.

He's already heading towards her house. ]

You're being a flirt.

[She grumbles at him, and rolls her eyes, looking away. She really does need his help, for all she keeps complaining. But...she has a feeling he knows this already. At least, from the street signs and points of interest, they're going towards her place.]

I don't know how you can do it.

[Do what exactly. Maybe stay. Or flirt in whatever situation.]

Am I? [ Now, he gives her a broad, happy smile, because Koujaku knows that Caren has finally given in to the fact that she needs his help. ]

To be honest, if you wanted to get a little rough with me, I don't mind.

[ Where is his sense of embarrassment or shame... he's now stepping up to her doorway. ] Is it locked?

[She had to give a token struggle at least, or else he'd think it too easy next time. Or so she thought. She grunted at him, rolling her eyes. Yes, he was indeed a flirt.]

Maybe I'll get rough with you later. I'm not in the mood right now.

[Which meant she was actually in pain; usually she didn't pass the opportunity up, flying at him like a wild thing, teasing and stepping on him as if he were nothing more then a foot stool. At his question, she reached carefully into her shirt, and fished out the key.]

Should be. If it isn't, someone's broken in again.

[It's annoying when that happens. She really doesn't have anything of value around the house. But in either case, he gets the key offered with a hand that's only shaking a little.]

How are you feeling?

[ Thankfully, he can read between the lines, so his smile falters into an expression of concern. She may say that she's fine enough to walk, but if there's someone to give him a run for his money in terms of disregard for self-preservation, it's her.

Not that he's ever given her indication that they have more in common than she might think. ]

Again? That sort of thing happen often?

[ Koujaku takes the key from her hand carefully, opening the door and stepping inside. He slips out of his shoes and continues carrying her towards the living room. ]

I'm fine.

[She could be bleeding out on the floor and still say the same thing. And she'd insist that she could walk as well. Caren can outdo Koujaku in the sheer lack of not caring for her welfare, easily.

Even as she's toted towards the living room-which is surprisingly modest, if neat-she nods.]

Mm. Sometimes it's because people think I have various money, or drugs, or they want to kidnap me for my looks. Or it's a demon trying to kill me.

[At least this time if someone did break in, they didn't bust her door. It's annoying to fix and get new locks on every time.

Who knows she might be saying those things just to make his heart stop. She is cruel after all.]

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