( THE MINOR INJURY MEME )

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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.

last seen here.

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Éponine Thénardier | Les Misérables | Modern

[neverminetolose]

3/1/1

[bonapartes]

[ it's something well known, that marius is a disaster in the kitchen. he's not as bad as enjolras by any means ( how the blonde thought it was a good idea to put liquid in the toaster, he'll never know ), a fact that he likes to remind his friends of when they gently try to shoo him away from cooking.

maybe, he's starting to think, they had the right idea.

he stares at the cut on his palm, with a certain disbelief. it's thin, but deep, and bleeding profusely he notes.

it occurs to him that he should probably attempt to curb the flow of blood stemming from the center of his palm, and he haphazardly applies pressure to the wound with a nearby dish towel.

worrying at his lip he wonders what he should do next-- joly is one of his contacts so maybe...? he dismisses the idea as fast as it came; he imagines joly's pale face looking at him with too much concern, and shudders.

no, it wouldn't be right to bother joly with something like this.

so he leans against the counter, frozen with a certain indecision compounded with a healthy dose of embarrassment.

maybe there is some validity in calling him a disaster zone. ]

[neverminetolose]

[The front door to the apartment that Eponine had come to call a second home (perhaps even a first home) opens, and Eponine waltzes in, dropping her bag by the door. She keeps her boots on, however, and strides into the kitchen where she'd already seen Marius.]

I thought I smelled something burning from the street. I-- [Oh. There's blood. And a Marius-looking Marius. Glancing around the kitchen, she notices the knife and takes quick action, coming over to take his hand from him, holding the towel with more pressure.]

Marius, what did you do?

[bonapartes]

[ he has half a mind to duck behind the counter when he hears the creak of the front door opening, but decides against it-- eponine would find him anyway, and he'd rather have the dignity of standing.

or leaning against the counter, half failing at applying pressure to the wound. it was his favorite dish towel too, he bemoans silently.

in what only seems to be a blink of the eye, eponine is in front of him, and he he hisses softly when her deft hands press the towel to his palm more firmly. he shoots her a half-abashed sort of smile, that contains a hint of apology. she shouldn't have to come home to this sort of thing ( it happens far too much, for his liking ). ]

You could smell it from that far? I hope the neighbors haven't called the fire department, again.

[ they probably have come to terms with having a clutz of a neighbor by now he supposes, usually after an incident like this he sees it fit to stick his head through their door and give a quiet apology. ]

Er-- I guess the knife sort of slipped? It's not that bad, really, just stings a bit.

[ which is a half-truth. he's had worse over the years, and it does sting, but it also throbs and the added pressure of eponine's hands doesn't seem to be stopping the blood flow. ]

[neverminetolose]

[It's better her coming home to this, then Marius coming home to see her in any sort of rough shape. She did her best to try to keep him from the ugly side of her and her life, always cleaning up before she came over, doing her best to shield her face so evidence of that which they no longer spoke about didn't stare him in the face and cause him to guilt trip himself to death.

She ignores his quips in favor of holding the towel.]

Marius, I know what knife-wounds feel like. Do you have peroxide somewhere? Bandages that aren't your towels? Heavy duty stuff. [She takes the towel off for a moment and makes a face.] I really hope I don't have to give you stitches.

[home-remedy stitches. She had been there and done that before.]