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

Jane Shepard | Mass Effect

[cdrshepard]

[serves]

I understand. [When he's alone, in those small moments where work does not need his attention, the lyrium whispers to him. Calls him, begs him to indulge. Sometimes he can still taste it on his tongue.]

Have I told you how much I've missed you, then? Because I have.

[lyriumaddict]

[ There's a brief laugh as he shakes his head, moving to help her back up the stairs. She could have just called to him, but he won't complain about the close proximity. Not for a second. ]

I'm afraid anyone who might be held responsible for that is long gone. We'll have to make do.

[ A hand finds its way to her back to keep her from stumbling again, and it's a relief when they're back up into her room proper. It's a grand room to be sure, the workers spared no expense, and the balcony offers a fantastic view of the mountainside just beyond.

But there's only one sight here he's at all concerned with. ]

How bad is it? Honestly, now.

Ash Ketchum | Pokemon | OTA

[friendshipfirst]

[uth]

[And, again, his attempts to help only cause more hurt. And he can't retreat, because she would take that as a personal slight, wouldn't she? He was right, of course; it would have been kinder never to start. Of all things, one of the silly and saccharine protagonists from one of Varric's novels pop into is head. The worst thing about pain is that it has no dignity.]

[He wonders if 'hahren' was meant as acceptance or a slight. Likely both; it feels like both.] You need not apologize. [He continues to guide her hands, as gently as he's able.] I've always admired your enthusiasm. [Her willingness to learn, to think, that was the true source of her power. Her subtlety of action, her decisive mind, it all started there. It's troubling to think he's now causing her to apologize for it, where he once tried to encourage it.]

[inquisitorialness]

I missed you, too. And I'm glad you're back in - mostly - one piece. [ A smile, because she really is glad. He gave her a fright earlier, but it's fine. He's fine. For the moment. ]

[bozhemoi]

Natasha was doing her best not to look embarrassed. Given that she had one of the best poker faces around, anyone might have thought this would be a piece of cake for her, but not so much when it came to those incredibly rare moments when she was genuinely clumsy.

If it had been in a fight, or training, or any other explain besides the fact that all she had done was come down some stairs in heels, then she might not have felt quite so awkward about first being caught by Bucky, but now also being tended to by him.

She watched him quietly through a curtain of red hair now that the loose curls were dishevelled and kept an apology held back. She did want to apologise. She wanted to apologise for having distracted him from whatever plans he'd had, or for being a damsel in distress when that had never been her intention. She wanted to apologise for the first mistep she had probably ever taken in his presence and for the subsequent sprained ankle.

"You don't need to do this," she finally settled for, spoken in almost a whisper as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks and wished there could be an attack on the Avengers Tower just to distract from her clumsiness.

haruka nanase || free!

[freed]

Roddy Geiger | Grimm | OTA

[roddy_reinigen]

[He can be the injured party or the caretaker, but he doesn't know that much about treating injuries. He would try to be helpful, though.]

[somanywonderfulhats]

It pulls and pinches all at once, pains and pangs with every step...

[Cole's brow is furrowed with the effort of identifying the tangles. Sometimes he senses them without quite understanding them. But then it's clear. Something in Solas' leg is wrong. A small wrong, not a hard one, but he can't stop seeing it.]

Solas. You're hurt.

[inquisitorialness]

[ Even in her tired state, she relishes the tingly feeling he gives her, just by being close. She's unsure of it, still, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy his company, right? ]

I am always honest, Cullen. [ She huffs, and carefully pulls back the loose tunic from her side, revealing the long, shallow gash along her ribcage. ]

I lost some blood, is all, and that combined with the magic I was putting out exhausted me.

[serves]

Things like this will happen. [He pulls her in for a loose hug, careful of his injury.] I was never in any real danger. If you knew how many times I've pulled arrows out of myself...

[handywitharift]

"I have no plans to put on sixty pounds of steel and go marching into battle," He promised. "However impressive it might look I know I won't get very far in it. I'm just curious." Maxwell had spent plenty of time around fully armored Templars back in the circle, but there had always been some unspoken rule about pretending they didn't exist. Now he had at least a little opportunity to indulge at least some of his curiosity it was hard not to.

"I'll stick with barrier spells and staying out of sword range. Not as heavy and easier to put on in the morning." For what it was worth. He did not, and would not, belong up among the heavily armored.

Bella Swan | Twilight | ota

[a_human_minute]

[almost definitely the injured one]

[handywitharift]

[No preference, and I'm pretty sure any injury from a dragon, no matter how small, is more dignified than a booboo. Unless you break your elbow because you tripped while running bacwards.]

Shuichi Shindou | Gravitation

[bumpingugliesatoz]

[probably injured, but open to either]

[inquisitorialness]

[ Logically, she knows. She's seen him naked, after all, seen the scars, traced them with her fingers and her lips. Obviously, he's got a lot of experience with fighting. More than her, by far, despite the past several months.

But that hadn't mattered when she'd seen him there, bloody and skin looking clammy and pale. ]

Yes, well, I've never seen you that way, and - well. Hmph.

[lyriumaddict]

[ He's seen his share of battle wounds, both physical and magical. It's not as bad as he feared, though the ugliness of it was still jarring. There's an unexpected welling of anger, a desire to find whoever had done this and...

But it doesn't matter. If she's standing here, then whoever had been foolish enough to attack her had been dealt with already. Her companions wold have stood for no less. It still serves to darken his expression somewhat as he reaches for the salve he brought. ]

You'll have time to rest before you travel again. I'll see to it.

[ When his eyes lift to hers, that darkness flees. She's here, and whole. He can ask for no more, can he? Slowly he shakes his head at himself, pulling one glove free to apply the salve without the concern for whatever he's had to handle today. ]

I know it's foolish to worry over such a little thing, but I...still do. Worry for you.

[pavus_redemit]

[ooc: I ran my inquisitor off a cliff on accident so, yeah undignified injuries are a thing in my world, lol.]

I don't know why you indulge his love of dragon hunting. You know if you leave them alone high dragons won't outright attack. [Dorian pours a bit of healing poultice on to a clean rag and dabs gently at the burn on the Inquisitor's arm with a gentleness that contrasts his patronizing tone.] But, no, you have to go rushing in to a fight with a high dragon with your Qunari friend.

[lyriumaddict]

The corners of his eyes creased with the smirk that followed. "I imagine so."

There had been a time when templars were meant to protect mages, too. Their duty had not been solely to see them as a threat, or to protect others from them, but to offer them security from a world that feared them. And yet he'd watched that gradual change for himself...played his part in it to, to his regret. Now he served at the behest of a mage. Funny how the world came around, in due time.

"I don't doubt your spellwork. Perhaps the staying out of range needs a little work." He gestured briefly to the Inquisitor's arm. "Evasion is every bit as helpful as armor." There was a pause, the commander's expression turning thoughtful.

"Was the journey to the temple the first time you'd fought, outside the Circle?"

Warden Solona Amell | Dragon Age: Origins

[arcanewarden]

[Either role works, as do canon and post-canon timelines.]

[uth]

Yes, Cole. [Solas lets out a sigh that might, might, be long-suffering.] You seem to have sensed the pebble in my shoe.

[Or, the weird... foot-wrap things that Matt Rhodes designed but neglected to name. Bless you, Cole, but now is hardly the time to unwrap them to get a pebble out.] Somehow, I shall endure.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She bites her lip, keenly aware that they're here, in her room, she only lightly clothed, and he's, well.

Back in the Circle, she would never have been in a room alone with a Templar except under direst circumstances. The Templars had been stern, distant, a constant presence prickling at the back of her neck, but never alone with one.

Cullen is both very like and unlike the Templars she knew in Ostwick. The way he moves sometimes jolts her with the reminder of his background, his training. But he's never looked at her the way the Templars did. Never with that cold distance. His gaze is the opposite. It's warmth. Comfort. Trust.

She perches on the edge of her sofa, to allow him to apply the poultice. ]

You lose the Anchor, you lose all ability to close the rifts. [ That's what he means by 'worry', right? Like everyone else worries what will happen if she dies, if the rifts are left to go unchecked because no one can close them. ]

[handywitharift]

I found a note outside Crestwood. A couple farmers had been feeding that dragon to keep it from eating them... and I thought you'd be a fan of facing giant fire breathing monsters.

[Just a slight wince at the dabbing. And he is debating telling Dorian what that Qunari phrase Bull shouted the first ime actually means.]

Tsubomi Hanasaki | Heartcatch Precure

[budpunch]

[ either role is fine! ]