bakerstreet | ( THE MINOR INJURY MEME )

( THE 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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He'd almost immediately locked onto the other's wounds, and like that, his own were forgotten "What happened?" Bro said instead of going to take a shower, dodging the peas in lieu of looking at Sollux's thumb, taking his hand with a wince. "Hang on, just keep pressure on that." His wounds could wait. This was deep and would need stitches and cleaning before it got infected and scarred over. "You got any nerve damage?" He went to the sink to wash his hands so he could fix up Sollux's thumb.

"Dude, no. Thith ith little and I don't need you futhing over it." Sollux rolled his eyes and drew his hand away, wrapping the gauze back around it and taping it back down. "It'th not ath bad ath it lookth ok? It'th jutht thore."

"Don't be an ass, Sollux, that is as bad as it looks. Fine, look, I'll go clean up, but then you're letting me patch that shit up, you fuckin' grumpyass." He gave Sollux a scowl, though there was no fire behind it. "Don't touch anything with it, don't need you gettin' some dumb fuckin' infection just because you're a thickheaded ass over things."

He wasn't at all in a sour mood, all things considered, this was just how he acted when people refused his help. He wandered off to the bathroom to wash off, gingerly avoiding irritating his own wounds before he slipped back out, and pulled on a clean pair of slacks, before he went to fix up Sollux, knowing he was about to get sassed and fussed over, himself.

Sollux just sat and groused, hissing as his hand was attended to. It was a long cut but it wasn't deep, just looking worse because of the contrast of his blood on his skin. He put his chin in his other hand. "I'm not being an ath, you're being a pain and you're a lot worthe off than me tho shut up and hold thtill."

Reaching into the first aid kit with his free hand, Sollux used his psionics to manipulate a bottle of alcohol to soak part of a cotton ball with it then dab at the slightly reddened cuts on Bro's face.

He scowled and put his arms to his sides as he let Sollux fuss. He silently sat in one of the kitchen chairs as he tapped his fingers against the table in an agitated breakbeat. It was a few moments before he huffed and looked over at Sollux, grumbling, "I know you got somethin' to say about it, just. Fuckin' say it."

Sollux pressed his lips together and sat back. "Pretty thure you already know exactly what I wanna thay. And *I* know that it'th not going to thtop you any more than anything you thay ith going to change anything." He laid his hand over Bro's to stop the fidgeting and retrieved the peas again to lay them back against the side of Bro's face.

"Yeah, but I want to hear it anyway." He muttered, overturning his hand to brush his fingertips against Sollux's wrist. Deep down in him, he knew it was a problem. An addiction of sorts. But he didn't want to hurt Sollux with it any more. He really wanted to change, to get shit under control so he wouldn't flip out and destroy himself, or the bond that they had with it.

"Humor me and say it anyway, okay?"

"I jutht worry ok? It'th not really thomething I can help but I don't want to find out from thome half-athed newth report that you've been knifed in a bar fight. Yeah you're probably not gonna die from it, but if you get put in the hothpital then what the fuck are we thuppothed to do then?" He grimaced and shifted the bag some against Bro's head, his injured hand resting in his lap.

Bro put his hand up to hold the bag of peas against his bruise, before shaking his head. "Devise a plan to break out of a hospital, obviously," he quipped, before he sobered some and looked at Sollux with a shake of his head. "Look, bro, I... I'll figure somethin' out. It's kinda hard to deal with this shit, and harder still findin' somethin' that'll actually be a productive replacement for it." He smiled weakly and then looked down. "Better'n what I was doin' before I was doin' it, I think."

"Yeah, I know." Sollux took his free hand and squeezed lightly then stood and headed for the refrigerator, grabbing a beer for each of them and putting one in front of Bro. There was no alcohol to smell on the other's breath, making it obvious to him that things had gone downhill before he'd even had a drink. He settled back down in his seat and gave Bro a tired look. "You could actually tell me shit onthe in a while. Not jutht what'th going on out there," he gestured to the world at large, "but what'th actually going through your head inthtead of making me gueth and go on shitty feelingth."

Bro set the peas down and put the beer bottle to his face instead. "Man, you know that don't work, dude," he murmured, "It's a bunch of noise. the inability to escape myself, the inability to get out of my own head even a minute." From what he'd been told, it was a problem with his Alpha, too.

"And when I'm in there," Bro explained, pointing to his head as he held the beer, tapping his forehead, "It all builds. It's feedback. Every little thing gets amplified and poured back out to feed in again." He stood and walked out to the patio to grab a smoke. "And there's some shit in there that I can't productively thrust into plans and puppets, that I can't just talk out."

Sollux huffed quietly at the ceiling then grabbed for his own pack, following after him, refusing to let it go.

"Bro, pleathe. Don't you think I know thith? I'm bathically the thelf-perpetuating pethimitht. But you know what? I'm thtill here and I thtill want to try and help. Even if it meanth a thtrife on the roof or thomething." He smiled faintly as he lit a cigarette, letting the smoke out through his nose. They hadn't actually sparred since early on in their relationship and while he had been finding ways to fine-tune his psionics, he hadn't been in a decent fight in months.

"I know you know what I mean, dude, it's why I feel comfortable even sayin' anythin'." He looked up at their roof and raised an eyebrow. "Don't think rooftop spars are gonna be a thing, though we got that entire field back there to fuck around in." He winced when he lit his cigarette, the cut on his lip being the most annoying part of his current set of wounds.

"Is this you offerin' up some smackdowns, Captor?" He smirked. "I dunno dude, we're mismatched with our skillsets, unless you use your psionics to hurl shit at me." He chuckled at that and settled into a chair.

"That, blocking blowth, finding creative wayth to shield mythelf, thingth like that," Sollux shrugged and leaned his back against the house, his free hand tucked up under his arm. "Theeing how quickly you'd be able to fight your way out of a hold would be interethting too."

"Can't put me in a hold if you can't tell where I am," Bro said with a lopsided, sly smile. "But this?" he said, before pointing at the wounds over his arms and face, before taking a sip of his beer, "These? That's what I need, not the strife, this is one instance where the outcome is the goal, not the action."

Sollux pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head some. He was no stranger to Bro's...history. It didn't make acknowledging it any easier though. "If you need blood drawn you know I can do that too," he said quietly, keeping his expression neutral.

Bro took another swig of his beer as he looked at Sollux's immaculate pokerface. Sometimes, the guy was straight up unreadable, and it aggravated Bro to no end that he couldn't tell what he was thinking. Then again, that was a commonality between them, and he wasn't a damn fool to start harping on something that he himself did.

"It ain't that I don't trust you to do it, it's that I don't wanna put you in that position. If there's any fuckin' guy I'd trust to know what to do, it's you." He bowed his head. "It's less needin' to bleed." He brushed his thumb against a bruise, pushing against it.

"It'th about the pain itthelf." Sollux nodded and put his cigarette back between his lips, clamping it between his teeth and reaching to slip Bro's hand away from the bruise. He laid his hands against the other's shoulders and let his nails bite in through his shirt. It didn't matter so much to him that Bro needed the sting, it was that he insisted upon going out and facing down barroom scum to get it.

Bro stubbed out his cigarette with a nod while Sollux slipped closer, and grimaced as Sollux's nails dug into his shoulder, and subsequently, a bruise there. "Iunno, dude," he murmured as he put his hand over Sollux's. "Used to be that I got this release outta the shit me'n Egbert used to do, but you know I broke that off a while back. Y'know. Back when you'n me started in more serious? But what that was isn't like what this is. And I wouldn't want it to be."

"You shouldn't have had to break that off jutht becauthe of me, at leatht not back then. But...I gueth it wath like the bullshit between me and Eridan after what he pulled. I'm finally thtarting to get that monogamy shit that KK and Dave have going on." Sollux ran his hands down over Bro's shoulders to his chest, chin resting against the top of his head. He took a second to ash his cigarette so that at least it wouldn't drip off the end of the smoke and fuck up the other's shirt. "But I'm theriouth. You ever need that kind of...outlet, let me know. I'd rather do it mythelf than thit up wondering if you're gonna get back before four in the morning."

"I guess it could've been a kismesis, or somethin' like it," Bro said thoughtfully, "But it wasn't fuckall like what you and Eridan had. Shit was mostly civil, and about as nonsexual as it gets for me without it bein' considered platonic. I wouldn't want it back, though, and I'm pretty sure neither would Egbert. Dude's got too many fuckin' things to deal with, anyway. Both of us do." He looked up at Sollux with a smirk, "And anyway, I like what we've got goin', there's no need to be an asshole with you, I mean, more than usual. What we do is different than black shit anyway, 'cause it's not serious in whole or in part."

He looked back into the back yard and then the huge field that spanned far enough where only trees were seen in the far distance. The only neighbors they had were on either side of them, in the little planned community that prided itself on being very quaint and quiet. They were likely the loudest neighbors on the block. Shit, they were probably the loudest neighbors in the entire subdivision. "But I'm not gonna turn down a spar with you, dude, I know you've got what it takes to kick some major ass, with or without use of your psionics."

"We need to keep up to thnuff right? Can't jutht let our shit get lax jutht becauthe thingth haven't happened in a while. Friendly thpar would do it a lot of good," Sollux shrugged, dragging his fingers back through the top of Bro's hair and scratching some at his scalp. At least with as much space as they had there wouldn't be much in the way of collateral damage. It was just a matter of keeping back from the treeline that separated the properties. He wondered idly how many of their neighbors had been affected by the Vast Doki; he knew that nearly everyone in the house had.

"Might wind up inadvertently startin' a fight club if we do it right now," Bro joked with a chuckle, eyes shutting with a grin to the scalp massage. "Let's put it off 'til later. 'Least 'til a few of these bruises get some time to stop bein' so sore." He finished off his beer and set the bottle down on the table.

"So what were you tryin' to even do that you cut your thumb, dude?"

"I dethided it wath a good idea to try and uthe one of the thtupid rethipeth that KK talking about the latht time he wath down. I don't know how he doeth that kind of thtuff daily without fucking hith fingerth up."

"Most chefs have janky hands and cut fingers all over the place, dude. Don't ever trust a cook who doesn't have scarred hands, that's what I say." He stood and wrapped his arms around Sollux's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go grab some food. What're you in the mood for?"

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