Injured/Hurt Meme

[pinkandyellow]

  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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[she_was_a_gift]

[ It's her curse, seeing the angle of the gunman's arm, calculating the distance, knowing there's nothing she can do. There is no equation that ends in her getting there in time, or maneuvering in front of the bullet's trajectory, or even getting to Steve in time.

No. NO!

It freezes her blood in horror as the hammer falls, and the shot rings in her ears. ]

[backin_theworld]

[He couldn't breathe.

White hot pain seared through his stomach, up into his chest and rippled down into his legs. He blinked, eyes meeting momentarily with the gunman before he fell to his knees.

His hand came to cover the wound, now marked by the blood that flowed freely and stained the crisp whiteness of his shirt.

Steve glanced down before sinking further back and toppling over to the side.]

[she_was_a_gift]

[ There was movement, but she barely registered it. It was as though she was simply going through the motions. Kick. Snap. Crack. Body to the floor, gun after, and her heart still hammering away in her chest.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she was shaking, just a little.

And then she was on her knees beside him, putting pressure on the wound, pushing his hand down against the spreading red patch on his shirt, and the shaking only increased. This was bad, so bad, and they needed a doctor now.

Not for the last time, she desperately wished Simon was nearby. ]

Steve...

[backin_theworld]

[His eyes stared up into nothing. Withdrawn. His ears filled with the pulsing echo of the shot, each wave taking him further and further away. So much pain.

At the weight now on his stomach, a strangled noise left his lips and all at once, the air was forced out in a cough.

He knew it was her. Sweet, River. The only one who he ever felt really knew him. Inside and out. She was scared.

Blue eyes found hers and slowly blinked to bring her into focus.]

River..

[she_was_a_gift]

Don't.

[ Her fingers curled tightly around his hand, as if that might provide anchor. ]

Don't do it, don't let go, don't you dare. Steve...

[ Too much like a scene she's already known before. She saw her brother gunned down, once. To see it patterned again, an overlaid image, rips something loose inside to pour cold over her guts. ]

You have to get up, we have to go.

[ Something finally worms its way past the panic and she shifts. A ripping sound follows, her free hand tearing at the bottom of her sundress. It slips free of her grasp twice before she plants her boot against the hem and tugs. Hard. ]

[backin_theworld]

[ His body twitched as he lay there, and despite wanting to close his eyes, he couldn't take them off her. He wouldn't leave her. He made her a promise. And he'd die keeping that promise..

But, he couldn't move, and breathing was hard even while he lay there.

He turned his hand and grasped her fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze as he urged her to look at him. ]

I can't.

[she_was_a_gift]

Then I'll go. I'll find someone...

[ Her hand grasps that fabric in hand like it's all the hope she's got in the world, but when he calls for her attention he has it in the space of a heartbeat.

How many does he have left?

She sniffles softly, blinking back tears she hadn't realized were welling up, and shakes her head. ]

You'll be fine. We'll fix this. You'll get better...

[ Harder to say and believe when their tangled fingers are covered in blood. ]