bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

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.

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Are you offering or just asking? [ She may or may not be kind of batting her eyelashes at him--jokingly, of course. Except that she's also totally enjoying getting a glimpse of the papa bear treatment from Peter. ]

Either. Both. [ He frowns, moving from his seat and to stand behind hers. ]

C'mon, lemme see. I don't wanna brag or anything, but I've been told I'm, like, really great at holding things against stuff. So I'm kind of an expert.

Ha ha--that you are, partner, that you are.

[ She holds the ice pack up at him. Truthfully she's probably fully capable of doing this herself is she just cared enough to try harder, but again, she's curious about this side of Peter and god her fingers were getting cold. ]

[ Just-- let him play nurse, okay. He worries. :C

He takes the ice pack from her, and there's a bit of a wet spot in her hair which tells him where she was holding it. So he follows suit, gently pressing it against her head. ]

That okay?

[ She's visibly relaxing now, letting out a long breath and shoulders dropping from their previously tense state. ]

Yup. You really are good at holding things against stuff.

[ He smiles a little. ]

Yeah. Mostly I hold grudges? But every once and again I can hold items without droppin' them. [ He shrugs in a mockery of modesty, although she probably can't see it. ] What can I say? I have a unique gift.

Only one of your many unique gifts, I would say.

[ She'd totally be winking at him right now if he could see her face. ]

See, grudges are easy, but physically holding something? That requires real talent.

[ His voice goes all breathy and girly. ]

Oh, you flatterer, you. I bet you say that to all the guys who hold ice packs against your concussed head.

[ His voice gets a laugh out of her. ]

What can I say? It's the oldest trick in my book - get a concussion, have some strapping young man save me, and have them stick an ice pack on my head. It's genius.

Dastardly, honestly. Did you hire that big guy, too? I feel taken advantage of, to tell you the truth.

What, you? Galactically-infamous casanova Peter Quill, call sign Star-Lord?

Well, then, I guess you've met your match.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't hire goons so I can play damsel in distress.

[ A beat, then, ] It just happens organically.

I'm sorry, whose fault was it that our cover was blown in the first place, hmm?

[ She means to bring it up in a loving, harmless way, of course. ]

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[ Peter just shakes his head ruefully. ]

Those damn ghosts again. I'll have a talk with them, don't you worry.

Finally. I've been telling you to have that talk with them for ages. You never listen, honey.

[ He heaves an overdramatic sigh. ]

Let's not have this fight again, darling. Just know I'll take care of it.

[ She counters with an overdramatic sigh to rival his. ]

I swear, it's like I'm talking to myself sometimes.

[ He smirks, then says, ] Sorry, did you say something?

[ She turns her body and stares up at him with an indignant expression. ]

I want a divorce.

[ He looks oh, so smug. ]

Joke's on you. I didn't sign the pre-nup.

[ There's a pause before her face breaks into a smile, then she just loses it, throwing her head back a little bit. ]

Oh, you're too good.

[ He grins back. ]

Yeah, I am, aren't I? Then again, it's easy to win against someone who got their brains all rattled, so we'll just call this one a draw.

Aww, how sweet of you, honey. I never would have thought you would go for a draw so willingly.

[ Her gaze wanders a little bit after that, the mention of her brain being rattled making her rack through her mind for anything she knows about concussions. Of course, it's because she's wondering if she'll really have to take a vacation and if so, how soon can she get back into action? She makes a mental note to maybe hit Dr. Chakwas up sometime for a professional opinion. ]

[ Peter, for his part, is going to continue being Concerned and Worried. ]

You feeling okay now? Need any aspirin or anything?

[ Aww Peter. She nods her head a little in response. ]

Definitely wouldn't say no to aspirin.

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