minor injury meme.

[estivates]

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.

Comments

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He heaves an overdramatic sigh. ]

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

[stealwithit]

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

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

[nostalgiabomb]

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

[stealwithit]

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

I want a divorce.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks oh, so smug. ]

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

[stealwithit]

[ 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.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ 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.

[stealwithit]

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. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

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

You feeling okay now? Need any aspirin or anything?

[stealwithit]

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

Definitely wouldn't say no to aspirin.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He nods, then makes sure she’s got a hold of the ice pack before he moves back to where he’d left the medkit. He fishes out a small bottle of pills and shakes out a couple. He’d stashed a couple of bottles of water in here earlier, too, and when he grabs one, he mentally pats himself on the back for that strange bit of foresight.

He hands the whole lot of it to her before retaking his place back behind her seat to hold the ice pack. ]

Probably about time to head back. We should get you checked out by, like, an actual doctor. Like, someone with an expensive degree and a stethoscope and shit.