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

noiz | dramatical murder

[driveby]

( most likely the one who's hurt. )

Time to get some Elven magic feels~

[theeveningstar]

[Peace has come to the kingdom of Gondor, but there will always be small disputes to settle. The might and worth of Gondor's soldiers has been proven time and time again, yet small injuries do happen. As Queen, Arwen sees no reason not to make herself available for healing. While she may lack her father's power and knowledge when it comes to desperate cases, she can give comfort and aid those with lesser hurts.

News of Faramir's plight reaches her ears and she quickly makes her way to the infirmary, the fabric of her skirts caught in one hand to make her steps easier. Upon seeing him, she smiles encouragingly and moves to his side.]

I will heal you, Faramir. [Her voice is low and soothing as she searches for the source of his pain.]

[lovelessacrifice]

[Years have passed and he still doesn't like seeing Soubi hurt. He knows it's a natural part of the world Soubi has introduced him to, but that doesn't mean he turns a blind eye to it. Now that he's older, he feels like he can take charge and, more importantly, take care of his Fighter.

Black ears twitching in concern, Ritsuka reaches out and unbuttons Soubi's shirt, his forehead furrowed in concentration.]

I know you're hurt. Stop hiding it.

[overshadowedingly]

[Faramir is one of those more prone to hurt, with how often he is still found fighting, driving the Orcs from Gondor's borders. In this case, he is far from in mortal peril, but the cut on his chest is deep and bloody]

[He pushes himself up on his elbows, painfully, as the Queen approaches]

My lady. Do not worry unduly - 'tis but a little thing.

chris redfield | resident evil

[siegel]

[ either role is fine. ]

Robb Stark | Game of Thrones | OTA

[kingofthenorth]

[notquitebeloved]

[No matter how much time has passed, Soubi still tries his hardest to hide any injury from Ritsuka. It didn't matter what happened to him so long as he could protect Ritsuka, for all that he'd never expected to come to actually care for the boy up until they'd finally met. But he had.

And now, after everything that's happened, he frowns at the Sacrifice. At least this time he doesn't stop his shirt from being undone and pushed aside to show the long gash in his side. Was he growing so careless?]

...It's nothing, Ritsuka. I can handle it.

[Not that he really wanted to. But wants and needs didn't matter when it came to him, unless they were Ritsuka's wants or needs.]

[theeveningstar]

[She gives her head a delicate shake, a small smile on her lips. Doesn't he realize that his bravery has already earned him all the healing she can give? It's the least she can do since she does not fight.]

Even the smallest of cuts can become infected. [Pain and misery surely follow - a fate she does not wish for him.] You must rest after I finish.

[After gthering the proper herbs from a nearby cabinet, she returns to him and presses the small leaves into the wound, her touch light and deft.]

[lovelessacrifice]

[It's a bad habit that has somehow become charming over time. He won't admit that, of course. Soubi has a hard enough time learning without him supporting his illogical decisions.

The frown is ignored. He already has bandages and disinfectant ready. This is going to happen.]

Why does that matter? [It doesn't. His tail is held stiffly as he dabs at the gash with a clean cloth.] You shouldn't have gotten hurt. I know you shielded me.

Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire | Open

[gelenka]

[Could be either.]

Rune / Bardic Voices Series / OTA

[freerangefiddler]

scout [ RED ] | team fortress 2

[bonking]

natasha romanoff | mcu

[debts]

[notquitebeloved]

[Illogical choices that make perfect sense to his warped upbringing and all the reinforcement that had followed all the way up to, and to a point past, meeting Ritsuka. But the point was that Soubi was learning. Slowly and painfully, but he was.

The frown almost turns to a pout as it's ignored though, and Soubi remains standing, obediently still to let Ritsuka do whatever he wants. The stinging pain as the wound is treated just gets dismissed as he focuses on the Sacrifice.]

Of course I shielded you.

Jemma Simmons | Agents of SHIELD

[biochemistry]

[either, though expect fussing if she's the one doing the tending.]

[merchantprince]

[Want to deal with an injured Varric?]

[overshadowedingly]

[Faramir winces at her touch nonetheless, although he doesn't let out a sound]

I had thought to report to the King ere long, my lady.

[lovelessacrifice]

I'm older now. You don't have to do that. [He likes to think he's stronger, which might be a misconception. He's taller, yes, but not as tall as Soubi, and slender. It seems like his old wish of looking like Seimei - and being as strong as his brother - will go unheard.]

We should protect each other. [His expression is stubborn, determined. Both of them have ridiculous pain tolerances thanks to their upbringings, after all.] It's okay if I'm hurt too. I don't care.

[theeveningstar]

Your message can be relayed. [To his eyes, she might seem to glow. Her pale hand on his chest will grow warmer as she uses her light to heal him.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ Oh you bet I do!!! ]

[serves]

[It's not unusual to find Cullen standing by his desk, one hand placed on it in thought, but today he's using it to take some of his weight. His armor has been shed off some time before, dropped into a corner, and his free hand presses against his side.

It's been a while since he's felt such searing pain on his skin.

When he pulls his hand back out, his dark glove is glistening with red. It gets an annoyed grunt of out him. Fine, fine, time to head to the infirmary.

Just to get there without word getting back to her.]

[notquitebeloved]

I want to. [And he does. If there's one wish he kept for himself it was that. Not to mention there's really no other choice in his mind. He'd always shielded Seimei, and that had simply passed on to Ritsuka.

That stubborn expression has him smile though, and he finally reaches out to loosely wrap arms around the shorter man, not enough to restrict anything Ritsuka was doing. Ritsuka has spent so much time driving the point of wanting to know what Soubi wanted, that it was only fitting he makes use of it.]

I want you safe and unhurt.

[lovelessacrifice]

[Color rises onto his cheeks and his ears perk, swiveling towards Soubi curiously. Kind words affect him deeply, especially from him. The Fighter has always had the ability to make him feel warm...loved, even. And he's not sure what to do with those emotions.]

I am safe. You made sure of that. [He drops his gaze and focuses on bandaging the gash.] But you don't understand...

I want you safe and unhurt too.

[inquisitorialness]

[ It's usually the other way around.

She is the one who leaves, who goes into danger, who sees the fighting and bloodshed. Cullen stays behind, his job is at Skyhold. He waits for her.

Now, she's learning what that must be like. When she hears the horn announcing the arrival, it's all she can do to stop herself from bolting out of the keep like a silly, overexcited child.

She waits, gives it half an hour to finish up her meeting with Josephine and Leliana, then makes her way out, across the bailey, up the familiar stairs, trying not to look too breathless as she strides into the tower he's claimed as his office.

And then she sees him, looking pale, and the red. ]

Cullen. Maker's breath, you're hurt! [ He probably should've gone straight to the infirmary. ]

[serves]

Uh--

[Eloquent as usual, and he looks like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He stupidly holds his bloody hand before him, not knowing what to do with it now that she's come and thrown off his plan to sneak out with his most confident "I'm busy, no time to talk" strides straight to the infirmary.

Busted.]

It's.... not as bad as it looks. Don't worry.

[Maybe it wasn't that bad forty-five minutes ago.]