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INJURED/HURT MEME

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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 does contain triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.**

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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!

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If he was supposed to dodge those blades of grass - well - it didn't happen. Three manage to stick themselves right in a little line along Hiei's shoulder and arm, though the fire demon doesn't acknowledge it. He doesn't notice the blood stains on the ring just yet, but he charges in again anyway - a hard headed little jerk like usual.

He draws his sword, but, when he moves to swing, he obviously aims to barely hit, if not miss the other entirely.

Hiei -- what are you doing? Kurama seems caught off guard by the blades sticking, or his wounds from yesterday perhaps are slowing him down. But despite the teen lifting his hand and moving, the blade strikes him in the side.

The teen's eyes widen, and he staggers back a step, blood spattering audibly on the ground as he does so. Kurama grits his teeth, and readjusts the grip on his rose whip.

The blades managed to land, now all he had to do was buy time.

And stay conscious.

Well he hadn't counted on that landing. Even though he pulls away quickly Hiei barely covers the look of shock on his face before it's back to neutrality, though it bites at him under his skin that Kurama barely even tried. He knew he was hiding something last night -

"What are you doing?" He hisses as he comes in closer again, putting in a feigned hit just to keep up appearances.

Kurama swing his whip up sharply, to keep distance between them. He dodges back, and more blood spatters on the ground.

Sweat has appeared on the teen's brow, strands of black hair clinging to his skin. The youko wavers, striking out with his rose whip again. For the amount of blood he's losing, he's keeping a fairly steady ground.

"Kurama!" He seems to realize what the other has done now, and while he curses himself for falling in to the trap, at the same time, he's more than aware that Kurama is losing a lot of blood, and that he doesn't want the other risking his life in their match. But his shoulder is beginning to feel strange, and the little demon makes a wince before charging stubbornly forward again, sword tossed aside, as if Hiei was intent to make this in to a fist fight.

Kurama moves out of the way, barely, of the other's charge, and even more blood drips as he does so. His vision has begun to swim, and before Hiei can reach him again, he's fallen to his knees, barely catching himself on his hands.

The ring girl looks only too confused as Kurama collapses, wondering to the audience if such a small strike could really do so much damage.

Kurama coughs, and still more blood spatters across the stone tile beneath him. He makes a concentrated effort to get up - just a little more, really, but -

"Ah! Kurama has fallen over! Is he conscious? I guess I should start the count.

"One! Two! ...."

No movement, except for a pool of blood beginning to spread out from around the youko.

"Nine....."

No movement.

"Ten! Hiei wins!"

He's stopped by the plant Kurama had implanted before he can reach him again, and though the crowd roars as if Hiei is trying to get a piece of Kurama some more by the fact he's thrashing around and trying to release himself - he honestly isn't. He's angry at him, yes, but that puddle of blood is not normal, even for the hit he landed, and worry bubbles in the pit of his stomach as the youko lies there, and even though it hurts as he tears at his shoulder he doesn't seem to care.

"Get up right now, Kurama!" Yeah, because that's going to work, Hiei. He stays for a few moments longer before demonic flame becomes his next move, and as soon as he can move again he's patting out the fire on his shirt and demanding that Kurama go to the hospital wing first. He'd be tended to in a little while, but for the moment there's of course some pomp to go on.

Hiei keeps a stone face through out it all, and when Kurama comes to, he'll find Hiei nearby being treated for the blades still embedded in the bone of his shoulder, and the skin he tore trying to get to him.

They had had to undress him entirely to get to all the wounds on the youko's body, and the clothes he'd worn, which were quite literally dripping with blood by the time he was brought in, had been discarded. He'd been bandaged until the blood stopped (which only happened thanks to Yukina and more than one nurse). They had meticulously removed the bandages then, and gently washed the unconscious youko to find all the wounds.

'Stubbornness' was what probably kept him alive. Hiei's sword had clipped into a wound already there, and other wounds had torn open with his dodging and dashing. They bandage the youko again now that he's not soaking them through with a dangerous amount of blood, and dress him in a second set of hospital clothes (at least it's a more dignified pair of pants and jacket that ties closed at the side than the open gowns at human hospitals).

It's hours and several healing treatments that the youko even stirs at all. He's still abnormally pale. Unfocused, dull violet-grey eyes open to the ceiling, and he remains still for - who knows how long.

A twinge of pain causes a soft, short hiss in the teen though, and his expression twists into a cringe.

"You're an idiot." It's not the sweetest hello, or good morning, but Hiei isn't entirely sure what time it is. He's spent the time waiting dozing right by his side, making sure that things were done according to how he liked and over seeing the transfer of power from the former King to himself from Kurama's bedside and room. Of course not everything was done there, but when Hiei had to go somewhere else, Yukina was in his place, worrying her hands and helping in any way that she can to make sure he heals faster.

It isn't every day, after all, that Hiei is so on edge and uneasy, as if afraid he would be the one to kill his dark haired lover by some fluke.

But he gives himself a moment's pause, voice softening.

"... Don't ever do that again. To me or other wise.."

It takes a few long moments before Kurama even seems to register Hiei is there, and only after he's finished speaking to his eyes shift towards Hiei, though they don't quite focus.

He opens his mouth to speak, but winces instead. His lips are dry, chapped, a sign that he's quite dehydrated - most likely from his body trying to pull all the water it can to make more blood, especially with the forced healing. It probably hurts to talk, until he's had some water, so Kurama only offers his lover a tiny, apologetic smile.

Gently, Hiei reaches forward, running a finger along the other's chapped lip as if trying to figure out what, exactly, is wrong or why he can't speak. But with that deduced he gives a little nod of understanding. "I'll be back." And then he disappears, and if Kurama can hear his murmured voice, he's asking for water from the nurses. He returns with a glass, gently manipulating the way the bed is set up, trying not to hurt him any more than he already is to sit him up.

He draws the 'privacy' curtain before he sets himself up near him, placing the glass near his mouth. "Here, drink. You need it."

It seems to hurt him to do so, but Kurama reaches up to steady the glass with one hand. He's careful not to drink too much, and he takes little sips, pauses, and then more sips. Finally, glass mostly downed, the youko leans back wearily. His eyes close for a moment as if just that had drained his energy - how he had managed a whole fight hours earlier, against a peer no less, remained to be seen.

"I'm sorry," Kurama murmurs after another silence.

Hiei waits patiently as Kurama finishes his glass of water, surprisingly silent for all of his words later. For now the relief of having Kurama conscious and drinking is taking over his anger at the other for pulling that kind of stunt when he was so injured. He waits until Kurama speaks before setting the glass down, red eyes tired, and very obviously so, but relieved too.

But instead of responding to that apology he leans in for a kiss, soft and delicate, but a kiss.

Kurama seems surprised by the kiss, half-lidded eyes curious and almost worried. But he tips his chin into the kiss a little.

"You haven't slept," he murmurs, the almost-worry manifesting itself more so now.

He can't help it - it's an unsurpassable urge to just lean in and kiss him, after the tumult of the day, just seems to be the right thing to do, and who was he to deny himself when they had the privacy of Kurama's room all to himself, and the privacy curtain drawn. He pulls away after leaning in to nuzzle his face, affectionate even after he'd just told Kurama he was an idiot.

"I've been awake for longer and lived." He shrugs, pushing a piece of hair out of his lover's face. "How do you feel? They've been healing you on and off for hours..."

"I hurt," Kurama says very quietly, but honestly. "I suppose you think that's my own fault though. I guess it is."

As if to prove his point, the youko fails to bite back a whimper in time, face contorting in pain again.

"So," he manages after a moment, in an attempt to distract himself, "King Hiei, now, is it?"

"It is, a bit. You are the one who refused to give up the match." But for now he seems out of harsh words, watching him with growing concern as his face contorts, and even more so dislikes the whimper, even if he can do nothing about it. "I knew you were hiding something last night....

"Should I call in Yukina, or a nurse?" But his look of concern goes from amusement to a grimace pretty rapidly, shaking his head lightly at the idea of Kurama calling him 'King' anything.

"Not for you. I don't even like how it sounds when you say it.."

Kurama shakes his head, and allows himself to relax.

He smiles again, even when Hiei makes a face at the title. "Alright," he agrees in a gentle tone.

A few moments of silence pass, Kurama gingerly reaches for the water and finishes the glass. At length, he asks, "Are you angry with me?"

The fire demon isn't sure if what he's feeling (or felt) was anger, or a mixture of other things. After all, while it may be something new for people to gossip about in demon world, they'd been working on... whatever this was.. for the longest time now. He's surprised how much it bothered him, seeing Kurama vulnerable and bleeding profusely, wondering after his life - and at the same time, spooked him. He didn't like it, didn't relish in the sight of blood for the first time in his life and it forced him to think about many things, while he waited for Kurama to wake.

"I'm not sure." He's honest, at least, even if he's hesitant the next time he speaks, leaning close to again nuzzle against his lover.

"I.... don't want to see you in that condition again.."

Kurama's expression looks a little surprised. He lifts a hand to stroke Hiei's thick hair when the other nuzzles in close to him, eyes slipping closed. "I'm sorry," he murmurs softly.

When he pulls back, his eyes catch sight of the other's shoulder, and he grimaces slightly. "Does it hurt?"

A soft grunt is the only response to Kurama's apology, as if he isn't really sure how to respond to it. It makes sense, since he isn't really sure how to handle how he feels about him at the moment, and it just extends to everything. Too many shocks in one day can even affect the little imiko - seeing his partner and lover in a puddle of his own blood and being unable to help, being crowned the king of Makai within the same day. It wasn't as if he cared about the title, if he was honest, but just the fact that it was now in his hands when he'd grasped at it for so long -

He turns to look at his shoulder as Kurama asks, shrugging the good one. "Like a bitch." But he's dealt with worse, and it would heal fast enough.

"I want you to stay in the Makai with me, Kurama. At least until you're healed, or your summer is over in human world.."

"I didn't think you'd let it strike," the teen says. "I'd give you something for it but -" a pause and a cringe, as if his body intended to prove his point, "I've used the remains of the herbs for that purpose in the last 24 hours or so."

The other's request seems to surprise the teen, and he waits a moment, before his expression softens. "I suppose I could tell mother I'm abroad for internship." A half amused, half slightly curious look. "But why do you want me with you?"

"So that's why the bathroom door had to be closed." He makes the connection almost instantly, and though a frown crosses his face, he soon realizes that it's done and over with now, and there's not much point in trying to hold it over Kurama's head, at this point. He's paying enough, with his injuries. Or at least, that's what he'll tell himself for the moment.

"You idiot. You could have died." What was it with you and close calls with death, Kurama... seriously.

The little demon hesitates for a moment to tell Kurama his reasons, silent as if he's mulling it over or deciding what was important to tell him and what wasn't in this situation. Finally, he turns to look at him, red eyes meeting with violet. "It's important for a new king to have those close by he can trust."

There, have a simple reason, Kurama. It makes sense, doesn't it, even if it isn't the whole truth?

Kurama's smile at Hiei's deduction is almost, but not quite sheepish. He can't say he expected the other demon to simply let the matter go except for that last comment, but he appreciates it. "I know my limits," he answers. And with how many times he's managed to not die, perhaps he's being honest. Being so old, it's not out of the question, at least.

The teen watches Hiei, and his expression suggests he doesn't think Hiei is sharing the whole truth. But he won't argue. "Alright."

"Do you? You seemed to have cut it close, this time." And as if to emphasize the point he reaches forward to prod at Kurama's arm with very little in the way of restraint, demonstrating how injured the other is even through the small, bratty, motion.

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