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.

Comments

8 - Well, let's just...make something up!

[very_loyal]

[it wasn't so bad, really. That was the first thing John thought as he looked up at the dark night sky. He'd been up on the building, struggling with one of Moriarty's men when he suddenly lost his footing and---and---

He saw the ground coming towards him, and suddenly he was blinking up at the sky. He didn't hurt, and part of him recognized that this was probably very, very bad.]

[his voice was small and thin] Sherlock?

Re: 8 - Well, let's just...make something up!

[deduction]

[Sherlock's just cursing himself for letting Moriarty get away again when he realises he can't hear John and that other minion fighting.]

John?

[It takes him a moment of running around, but he finally finds the doctor. ]

John!

[very_loyal]

[John turns his head just a little towards the voice. He moves his hand, trying to gesture towards him, but his arm aches. Something might be broken. He tries to assess the damage, but his head hurts too much. Everything hurts.]

Late again? [he's trying to make it light, but he's failing]

[deduction]

[Sherlock sweeps his eyes over John, cataloging injuries, restricted movement, pain level- trying to contain the rising panic. He isn't the doctor. He doesn't know how to deal with this.]

I'll- I'll call an ambulance.

[very_loyal]

Good idea.

[he tries to lift his head, then gives up and it falls back onto the street]

Feet. My feet are--I can't feel---

[deduction]

Don't move, John. [His tone is harsh and afraid as Sherlock pulls his coat off, knees down and places it under John's head. That's what you're supposed to do, right?

He rests a hand on John's shoulder for a moment, collecting himself. Then he pulls out his phone and dials the emergency services.]

[very_loyal]

[John lets out a hiss of breath as Sherlock lifts his head. He can see his injuries now. Broken leg, definitely. Broken arm. He moves his unbroken leg, and can feel it as his foot drags against the pavement. That's good, that's something. Concussion, most likely. He can breathe. Also good. Also---

He jerks his head to the side. A noise]

Sherlock. Sherlock, he's coming. You've got to get out of here.

[deduction]

I said stop moving. [He bites the words. If he can't control John's injuries he'll at least make sure John doesn't make them worse. The length of time the call is taking to connect is making him just as irritable.

His head snaps up to follow the sound. Instantly he hangs up and looks back to John.]

John, how bad is the damage to your spine?

[very_loyal]

I don't know. I haven't lost my diaphram functions and I can move my feet, but---

[oh, no. He looks back to Sherlock.]

No, don't even think about carrying me. You've got to get yourself out of here.

[deduction]

Shut up. [That's all he has to spare for him, he's calculating how long it will take them to reach a safe place.

He shifts slightly, ready to slide his arm under his friend and get him to stand. He keeps his voice low and mostly calm.] Nod when you're ready. We'll stand and I want you to lean on me as much as possible. We're making for the main road. Lestrade is on his way.

[Or he will be, when Sherlock send him a message.]

[very_loyal]

This is idiotic, Sherlock, you've got to get away before he---

[oh, but what's the point in arguing with him? If he tries to fight it, then Sherlock will definitely be here when that man shows up. He gives a nod, and then a loud grunt as he gets to his feet. He can feel his right foot, but the broken one is still numb. Bad. Very bad.]

We need---

[gunshot, close range.]

Run!