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

4 / 3 / 3 ... so basically canon.

[merchantprince]

[Varric hadn't been able to lose that apostate's focus. Usually, being a long-range fighter and a rogue meant he could just-- drop a smoke flask and jet the hell out of there. Buuuut he wasn't always so lucky, and the more he was forced to run around outside with the Inquisitor and her group, the more he realized he really hated the outdoors.

He knew that before, and complained loudly, but apparently not loudly enough. He hated going outside with passion only an agoraphobic introvert could match. It was hot and uncomfortable, or it was cold or uncomfortable, and it was always full of things that wanted to kill him. Just for existing! It was uncalled for.

He crouches beside the tranquil pond, hoping to get a good look at his injuries before asking someone else for help. He's had enough of mages today, possibly forever, even if there's no manic-depressive Anders in the current roster. He sets Bianca aside and strips off his jacket, then has to go through the effort of unbuttoning his tunic. He winces at the movement.]

Mmph. That's not going to wash out...

[His chest and clothes have been burned all across his right shoulder.]

Ah, shit.

[notquitebeloved]

[Soubi manages not to laugh at the blush, but his head tilts to one side a little as his smile slowly grows. Adorable.

As Ritsuka looks away to bandage him up, and throws his words right back at him, he sighs, smile fading though he doesn't pull away. It's just too nice to be allowed to touch and hold Ritsuka.]

I know. [He still doesn't really understand why.] But you know how the spells work. One of us has to take damage.

[stickseller]

(ooc: so i just remarathoned all three ee's and now i'm just all /give me all the lotr/. i have no idea how this would work but i would love to if you're open to cross canon)

[lovelessacrifice]

[The bandaging requires him to move closer to wrap the cloth around Soubi's middle. His posture relaxes and his ears rest against his hair. No matter how much they argue or how irritated he feels, Soubi has the ability to - with a simple touch - calm any storm raging inside of Ritsuka.

It really isn't fair.]

Then let's alternate. [His arms slide around the Fighter's waist once the bandage is in place. There, hug returned.] I'm a fast healer and pain doesn't bother me.

[inquisitorialness]

[ He's at least conscious, and standing on his own two feet, but that doesn't stop the pang of fear that shoots through her like lightning as she moves to his side. ]

Why aren't you at the infirmary? Come on, the healers need to look at you.

[ She has questions - what happened? How deep? How long has he been walking around injured? But it's more important to get him in the care of a healer - which she isn't, only knows enough to be able to find elfroot when she needs it. She grips his elbow, ready to help him out and down the stairs if necessary, not even caring how it would look. ]

perfection

[inquisitorialness]

[ It only took a short while for it to become second nature. The fighting still sometimes takes her by surprise, but after? After, it's the most natural thing in the world to double-check with everyone. To make sure they're okay.

The Herald of Andraste never wants people to die on her account. No matter how unrealistic that expectation is.

She knows Varric took it hard that last fight. For some reason one of the apostates refused to be distracted by Cassandra's fearful shouts and slashing blade, and her own barriers were dispelled all too quickly. So she makes it a point to track him down. ]

How bad?

[serves]

I'm fine. The healers have their hands full with men worse off than me. Not to mention the newest refugees.

[He presses that bloody hand against his side. Might as well get his clothing coated on both inside and outside.]

[theeveningstar]

[I am open to it! You know all about awesome Elvish healing, then, but I don't mind her being injured either.]

tatsuya suou | persona 2

[lighterflick]

[merchantprince]

[Varric hunches his shoulders when he hears Trevelyan coming up behind him. That's a mistake-- he sucks in a breath through his teeth.]

My aim's gone to shit. Well, everything's gone to shit, but specifically, at this moment, my right shoulder is shit.

[Still, he tries to pull some humor out of the situation.]

I lost about half of my chest hair, too. Now all the women will be flocking to Curly instead. They're wasted on him, you know. He won't even notice.

Kise Ryouta *** KnB

[blond_wonder]

[notquitebeloved]

[He'll take anything he can get in that respect. Soubi wraps his arms a little tighter around Ritsuka as the Sacrifice steps closer and leans down the few inches to rest his forehead against the top of Ritsuka's head.

The return hug was always a bit of a surprise to him, but a welcome one for all that it took him a minute to realize Ritsuka was done. He nuzzles the dark head a little, then tugs him over to the bed to sit down.]

I don't know if I can do that...

[inquisitorialness]

[ She gives his elbow an impatient sort of squeeze. ] And if the Commander of the Inquisition's army gets an infection? What will we do then? Come on. [ She's not leaving without him. She's got that stubborn set to her jaw. ]

[serves]

I will go in my own time. [Annoyance creeps into his voice, gruff and rarely used with her, but the wound does hurt. Considerably.

He shoos her away. Or tries to, at least, teeth grit.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She's already kneeling to dig through her pack - she tries to keep a few burn poultices on her all the time, especially after that dragon in the Hinterlands.

Her lips twitch faintly at his joke as she searches. ] I don't know. Commander Cullen might be safe - I overheard some of the serving girls at the tavern discussing Iron Bull's, ah, assets.

And I'm sure when it grows back it'll be more impressive than ever. Here we are.

handa seishuu | barakamon

[brushup]

[ either, but he's gonna be shit at taking care of others ]

[inquisitorialness]

[ Oh no. Nope. No way does he get to use that tone of voice with her. Not now of all times. Her spine straightens, her frown deepening. ]

Commander. Now. [ Her tone brooks no argument. ]

[serves]

[Cullen is stubborn. A bad trait when the other person in the room can also be stubborn.]

Are you ordering me to the infirmary?

[merchantprince]

[That gets a chuckle out of him.] Heh heh. Assets. [Can you believe he's nearly 40?

He looks over at her when she finds a poultice. Oh, good, she isn't about to try magicking him to health or anything. It's not that he doesn't trust the Inquisitor, he's just had enough of magic for the day.]

You are a saint. Er... a herald. You know what I mean.

[He scritches idly at the uninjured half of his bare chest.]

Next time, I'll try to take out the apostate first.

[inquisitorialness]

[ If there is one thing Nadia Trevelyan never expected to be in a position to do, it was pull rank with the man she's - in love with.

But, like so many strange things lately, here they are. And she's suddenly less the concerned lover and more the stern Inquisitor. Which should probably answer his question. ]

If that's what it takes, yes.

[serves]

[He heaves one of his sighs--one that hitches suddenly because he's got a tear in his side. Ow. Cullen hisses.

Fine. She wins.]

Very well.

[... he waits for her to move. He can walk on his own.

Probably.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She chuckles a little. ] Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, anyway.

[ But her smile fades quickly. ] He dispelled my barrier. I should've been paying closer attention. [ It's the most basic strategy - lay down the barrier spell, then keep an eye on everyone to make sure it doesn't go haywire or get counteracted, especially when there are enemy mages on the field. ]

[merchantprince]

Not every spot of bad luck is your fault, Inquisitor.

[He smiles at her. Even if this burn hurts like hell, he knows how hard she's trying. He can't imagine how hard her life is, he's so wrapped up in his own-- but he knows that she'll make a great hero in a story. Selfless, compassionate, and with a dash of danger... He can already see the last battle unfolding in his mind, the way his audience's eyes light up when the Inquisitor manages to freeze a demon solid and then shatter it to pieces.]

Just... apply that poultice and we'll call it good.

[inquisitorialness]

[ He is so infuriatingly stubborn sometimes. She may be able to give the order, but she does at least feel obligated to let him try to walk himself down there. So she gives a sigh of her own and takes a few steps back.

She will stick close enough to help if it becomes necessary though. She has no idea how much blood he's lost, after all. What if he's lightheaded? What if he falls down the stairs? ]

[serves]

[The blood loss isn't much of an issue as the pain is. The moment he stands up straight he's doubling over again.]

Barbed arrows are going on the requisition list.

[Damn it all. It hadn't punctured deep, but the hole it left when removed did not like to be jostled at all once the adrenaline wore off.]