the MINOR INJURY meme

[surething]

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.

Comments

3-2-2

[teenyoda]

He didn't know when it had happened, but it seems that over the course of lacrosse practice, he'd somehow managed to get a pretty bad cut. It was on his back and hadn't started stinging until he'd pulled the sweaty jersey off, wincing and looking around to try to see it.

He'd had to go get a mirror to see the gash that curved on his right lower back, frowning as he tried to figure out where the hell he'd gotten it.

Thankfully Scott had already showered, changed, and left to most definitely hook up with Allison. For two people not dating, they spent an awful lot of time around each other.

He washed it off the best he could, given he could barely see it, then slapped a piece of paper towel over it that would stick to the blood until he could get home and try to do a less slipshod version of first aid. That would totally work, right?

It wasn't like anyone noticed.

[acidity]

It wasn't that Isaac stared at his players in the locker room. He mostly kept to himself, though he was making friends well enough with Scott and his makeshift pack. Well him and Stiles. Things were rough with Allison, and he did try and kill Lydia last year. So really he just had Scott and Stiles. Even Boyd who is in his pack had kept his distance. Isaac was shocked he came back at all.

His eyes catch the cut. The first time he assumed Stiles would go and take care of it. The second time, he saw he wasn't. "It's going to get infected like that," the beta pointed out, pulling his shirt on.

[teenyoda]

Crap. Isaac saw. He was kind of hoping he wouldn't go tell Scott about it, since Scott had become oddly protective of the humans in his 'pack' lately. It wasn't like Stiles had never cut himself before, but since Scott had become all furred out and freaky every month, Stiles found the level of concern he received over each paper cut or bruise to have ratcheted up. It was weird. Kind of nice that someone cared, but it could get old quickly.

"I washed it." Sort of. "It's fine." He'd put some iodine on it when he got home. If he could reach it. He pulled his shirt down over it, hiding the cut like it didn't exist.

[acidity]

There was a roll of his eyes. No one listened to Isaac ever anyway. "Fine, but infections like that can get pretty bad. You do know Coach keeps a First Aid Kit up front, right?" His eyes looked back at the locker room, gesturing towards where it is.

[teenyoda]

He looked at the office, then back at Isaac. "Yeah, I know."

Which was Stiles secretly saying 'but it's not like I'm going to look like a dog trying to chase its tail trying to fix something I can't see in front of a locker room half full of my peers who already have enough to tease me over'. He had pride, Isaac. God.

Well, he sometimes had pride.

[acidity]

"Do you need help?" Because you're being an idiot.

[teenyoda]

Answering 'no' would be stupid, not just because it was obvious he did, but because lying to a werewolf was an exercise in failure. "Are you offering?" A fact that seemed a little on the suspicious side.

[acidity]

"No, Stiles. I'm just going to point it out and watch you suffer." Really? He rolled his eyes before navigating the lockers to go grab the first aid kit.

[teenyoda]

"Hey, I don't know your motivations. Maybe that's exactly what you'll do." Stiles gave him a sour look before following after. He didn't need the snark, Isaac. That was his specialty.