Injured/Hurt Meme

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  THE INJURED/HURT MEME
Injured by your own hand or someone else's, you still need help to get you through it. Let's hope someone finds you before it's too late!

This meme contains triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.

- Post your character, name/series/preferences in the subject.
- Others go to random.org and roll numbers 1-8 to choose a scene!
- Play it out!

1. Stabbed. You were stabbed, maybe multiple times.
2. Shot. You were shot either once or multiple times.
3. Broken bone(s). You're suffering broken bones.
4. Head injury. Enjoy that concussion...
5. Beaten. You were beaten to a bloody pulp.
6. Used. You were used for some kind of physical labor to the point you can't move anymore... or maybe it was more base than just 'labor'.
7. Abuse. Your injuries stem from a long period of abuse and torture.
8. Other. Is there something else? Want to combine something? Do so here!

Hopefully it's alright that I posted in here.

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[spinofthewheel]

[ And Tony will awaken on a sofa, on a clean sheet, next to a warm fire. No shirt, but there's a white bandage wrapped around his middle.

There's also a glass of water on the table next to him.

The home is cheerily decorated, in warm colors and rich fabrics, but the owner is nowhere in sight. ]

[myheartglows]

[ I'm alive?

Considerably brighter greeting than in the cave.

Tony turns his head to the water.

He groans in pain, eyes falling shut and hand raising to the bandage. A little too eerily similar. Watch him suddenly be held by crazy housewives wanting a new kitchen appliance design. So where's the Yinsen stand-in...

Yinsen. ]

[spinofthewheel]

[ A shadow, between Tony and the firelight.

Benjamin, in a fine shirt and a casual pair of jeans, crouches next to the sofa. ]

You're awake.

Mister Stark, is it? Would you like me to call the police?

[myheartglows]

[ Oh, there he is. Tony shakes his head. ] No. I don't want a big deal made out of this. [ He already knows who did it: the Magia, a mob. One of Iron Man's many enemies. He'll take care of them on his own terms. Tony grips the top of the sofa with one hand, muscles straining with a pained grunt, an obvious effort to sit up. ]

[spinofthewheel]

I thought as much.

[ His hand presses on Tony's chest, keeping him down. ]

You need rest, Tony. I can keep this from the police, but you won't be able to hide it if you walk out of here right now.

My name is Benjamin. Would you like some water?

[myheartglows]

[ Tony hisses, half out of pain and half out of Benjamin's had being near the reactor. He falls back down. The wound screams at him from his side, a little wet underneath the bandage. Great. That'll put him out of commission for God knows how long.

He swallows, his throat is dry from the walk-crawl to the nearest safe place, and he eyes the water, but he says, ] I need a telephone. I need to call...

[spinofthewheel]

Water first. I'll get the phone.

Sips, not swallows.

[ He presses the glass into Tony's hand, and steps away, heading towards the kitchen. ]

[myheartglows]

How am I supposed to...

[ But no, the guy's gone. Tony shifts until his head is a little elevated on the sofa's pillow and armrest, bringing the water to his mouth for small sips. He'll call Pepper. He'll call Pepper and get this entire mess sorted out.

It's only a few sips before he has to rest his head and arm back down from exertion. ]

[spinofthewheel]

[ When Benjamin returns, it's with a straw in one hand and a phone in the other. ]

I would prefer if you call collect. I'm not flush with spare funds.

[myheartglows]

[ Tony sets the water down onto the table and nods his head for the straw to go in; then, with great effort (so stubborn and so persistent), he reaches for the phone with an obviously hissed breath and clenched teeth, sweating. ] I'll put it onto my card. [ Like everything Benjamin is doing for him is a paid service. He dials collect anyway, if Benjamin watches closely, and lies down with the phone to his ear. ]

[spinofthewheel]

[ He ghosts away, leaving Tony the illusion of privacy, though he listens from the kitchen. Just making sure that the young billionaire isn't contemplating a lawsuit, or an air strike.

He won't take insult from Tony's words. He didn't expect to be rewarded. ]

[myheartglows]

[ Nothing of the sort.

Mostly, it's him speaking to someone named Pepper -- the famous Miss Potts -- and a back-and-forth of I'm fine, I'm still living and them talking over each other and tony what's going on where are you! and this call is coming in from a different state, tony! and that's when he realizes he can't just have Hogan sent out in the Rolls-Royce and he slaps and rubs his hand down over his face and readjusts his plan. He really hates the Magia.

He orders her to cover up his absence -- make up some business trip, or maybe he's just off with some hot model or on Iron Man duty -- and have one of his jets sent over with Happy inside and he'd call him from there, okay? Oh, and bring medical supplies -- which she answers with a shriek of Tony! before he hangs up. ]

[spinofthewheel]

[ Cue Benjamin returning, taking the phone and placing it back in the kitchen in its cradle. Limited battery life, on these things. ]

I stitched up the wound. I'll have to go scrounge up some antibiotics for you, since I don't know what was on that knife.

You're welcome to stay. As long as you like.

[myheartglows]

That won't be necessary. I have a plane coming in and my driver will get me out of here.

[spinofthewheel]

And not a word of thanks?

[myheartglows]

[ Tony turns his head to Benjamin from where he lies, fully intending to deliver a drawling thanks, but then he pauses, eyes squinted, sweating a little, in obvious pain, and he draws his eyes back away, more distant. ]

... Thanks.

[ a deep breath, back to himself ]

I can compensate you for your troubles, if you want. [ a pause, a glance ] That's ... what you want, right?

[spinofthewheel]

I want to know that the man who stumbled onto my doorstep bleeding, desperate and alone is no longer bleeding, back on his feet, and with friends.

[ he takes a seat next to Tony. ]

That tends to be enough of a challenge. I don't pursue money too.

[myheartglows]

Hn.

[ Tony squints up at the ceiling, lying flat on his back, one hand on the wound. He remembers pieces: the desperate bout for freedom from the Magia, the knife, hiding in an alley. Stumbling to the first safe haven he found. The wash of blood. ]

Might wanna pursue new floorboards. You can probably sell the stained ones for a pretty penny to the fanatics.

[spinofthewheel]

As yours isn't the only blood that's stained them, I doubt that. And there are all sorts of pesky regulations.

[ He touches the back of Tony's hand. ]

Are you all right?

[myheartglows]

[ That touch gets a slightly quirked eyebrow, but Tony lets it be. Strangers touch him all the time. ]

Yeah, I feel great. [ Sarcasm. Maybe. His tone of voice makes it hard to tell. ] Why do you ask?

[spinofthewheel]

I should have expected that -- Tony Stark is, after all, a notorious liar.

[myheartglows]

Is that what the headlines are saying now? Funny, I told the truth about Iron Man.