bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

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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It does matter! Did you kill them? Did you run away?

[He flinched at the second question. Did Ritsuka really think...? Soubi's eyes closed, frown deepening. When he spoke next, his tone was colder than normal.]

I don't kill without orders.

No, you can't.

[Anders' expression said Hawke wasn't going to get out of this one that easily.]

I'm the healer here, Hawke. Not you. I've seen people like this before, moving around too much is dangerous, you could lose consciousness or worse and I may not be able to heal you. We will be staying here, all right? I'm not arguing with you over it.

[Turning to the other mages again, Anders pointed out one of the others who was promising at healing as well.]

You stay with him for me, don't let him sleep even if he wants to. Keep him awake and seated and only let him have small amounts of water. The rest of you are coming with me to make sure that this place will hold the night. Some barriers ought to do it.

[[So far looking at 2 (broken bones) and 1 (stupidity), which, considering Roxas, I can totally imagine him making a dumb mistake and getting himself hurt, LMAO. And I guess outdoors setting unless we decide to adopt an Edingly thing?

Yeah, I heard about it re-opening when it was in the process of getting revamped. I'm wanting to just to stick to one game so far so u_u]]

Yes, more like that...

[He can feel it working more now, less of a rush of magic that does nothing for his injury and will only tire Hawke out and more a gentle flow. Still more than might be needed but it's hard to tell when he's on the receiving end and Hawke is worrying about it already.

Anders strokes his thumb along the other man's jaw, a gesture meant to be soothing because he wants to calm him down or simply something he's wanted to do since they met and he can't resist any longer, he's not entirely sure.]

Concentrate on the parts where the hurt seems most centered as well. [He says quietly, straining to keep his voice even and coherent, knowing they'll likely both be in trouble if he doesn't.]

You can sort of... feel it there, use it to help you see where you have to focus most, then move to other areas. You don't want to heal bruises and leave the bigger wounds to bleed.

He put the coat and glasses away on the coffee table and made short work of removing the bandages. Then, he dipped the washcloth in warm water and wiped away the blood and grime.

... He'd been right. He hadn't wanted to believe it, but he had been right. This person, this... stranger was sporting the word 'Beloved' carved on his throat.

He was used to portents and signs, but they usually did not stare at him in the face like this. He normally had to puzzle things out more and sometimes didn't even know he'd managed to change things until after they'd come to pass.

This, though, was a bit too blatant to ignore.

He traced the letters with the tip of his finger.

"Why do you have my name engraved in your flesh?"

...I believe you. I trust you, Soubi. But why did you let yourself get this hurt? You know I hate that!

He was being taken care of, for once. Perhaps it wasn't by the people who should have been, but it didn't change the fact that it was happening. Soubi cooperated enough to not hinder bandages removed and the cleaning up of the usual punishment that was his for going against his name.

As for the name being traced by gentle fingertip...it was enough to have his eyes crack open to study his rescuer, then to blink at the question.

It...actually made him a little angry. Enough to send a tired glare as he straightened a little, pulled away as suddenly he didn't really want to be touched.

Was this Seimei's other Fighter? Did he really want to know?

"Your name can't be Beloved. Not your true name."

[It wasn't often that Anders and Fenris had to work together without at least Hawke to help mediate things. Or, in the worst situations, give them someone else to talk to while they pointedly ignored each other. But after they'd found and taken out the slavers who'd been luring refugees, elves, and escaped apostates into their clutches with promises of a better life elsewhere, Hawke had left the two of them to check over everything in the little hidden cove, just to make sure nothing was missed that might be important or useful.

Unfortunately it turned out they had missed something after all: A blood mage who'd been working for the slavers and had hidden during all the chaos, hoping to escape when they left. The fight normally wouldn't have been a challenge for the pair of them even without Hawke, but terror and the advantage of surprise had given the blood mage an edge, one which had seen Fenris turn on him, body jerking from the effects of the controlling spell and had pushed Anders to defend himself with everything he had. Fortunately it wasn't a one-sided fight either; he could see Fenris struggling against it as well and when Anders managed a spell that distracted the blood mage, it was enough for the elf to break free and claim some rather brutal vengeance for what had been done to him.

Then, at last, the danger seemed over and Anders exhaled heavily, leaning on his staff a moment before approaching Fenris.]

I think I got you good in there, let me see if you need healing.

[...He was an idiot. Soubi bowed his head, shoulders slumping as a sigh escaped. The chill seeped out of his voice.]

You know why.

The young man - Beloved - didn't try to force the physical contact, but he puffed his cheeks in annoyance at the reaction.

"It is, though. That is what my parents named me. I have many names, but that is the first one I was ever given. Why can't it be my name?"

He studied Soubi's face. Even tired as the other man was, it wasn't very difficult to read his expression.

"It makes you angry that this is my name. Why?"

I don't get it. I don't need to be hidden away from all of that. I don't need to be locked up and sheltered, I want to know the truth. Even if it's just a fight, you shouldn't be all alone.

[Ritsuka tries to get the bandages out, intending to start the bandaging at least somewhat.]

He narrowed his eyes at the man, watching him closely and willing himself to stay focused a bit longer. He didn't hear any lie...and it hurt to not hear the lie.

But the full implications had him frown again. Parents didn't usually know their child's real name until later. And they weren't given. It didn't make sense, but at least it somewhat cooled the anger.

Soubi shook his head a little, looking away and down a little.

"If it's your birth name, forget I said anything. It doesn't matter then."

I'm not alone now.

[Soubi dared to look at Ritsuka again, following his movements curiously.]

Am I not allowed to protect you?

"You know, I'm the one who should be angry. No one should have done something like this with such a name. It hurts, doesn't it? It was bleeding. It's not supposed to."

He didn't know how he knew that, but he was convinced of it.

"Is it your name as well, then? Beloved? Your... 'true name'?"

He wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but it felt important.

He rummaged in the first aid kit to find some clean bandages. Whateverhad cuased the lood there, it didn't appear there was a wound, really. Very strange.

"No one believes me when I tell them this is my name, you know? Even Fitz didn't believe me at first, and he of all people should know I do not lie."

Soubi hesitated briefly, watching 'Beloved' closely again. Curious how some of those words showed a knowledge only those who knew of the school would know. And yet he didn't know of the Beloved pair.

"It was supposed to hurt. I wanted it to."

Another brief pause before he shrugged his uninjured shoulder a little.

"I'm blank. I was given the name when I was given to Beloved." Given. A gift. A tool. A possession. But the tone would say loud and clear it had been with his cooperation.

His mouth twitched into a slight smile as he watched the other man search for bandages. "It only bleeds when I go against it."

It didn't matter that he didn't know who Fitz was. The implications did matter, and he paid attention to them.

"My given name is Soubi."

[Fenris is frozen over the body of the blood mage, his own hands now slick with blood. He has a burn across his cheek where Anders' spell had glanced him and another down his thigh, the fabric of his leggings melted and sticking to his skin.

He doesn't seem to notice Anders approach at first, but when he does his reaction is immediate and instinctual.]

No. [He takes a jerky step back, stumbling in the sand and almost falling over his own feet. His pupils are dilated, only a thin ring of green around them. He is trembling. He aches, between the lyrium flaring under his skin, the burns and the indescribable (but not unknown) feeling of returning to a body which was not his moments ago.]

"You're blank because you're not letting the world around you show you how full you can be. I swear I keep running into people like you. It's like you can't see what is right under your nose."

He wrapped the bandages carefully around Soubi'a neck, almost tenderly and with the ease of someone used to doing this.

"You couldn't be Beloved if you were half as empty as you've convinced yourself you are."

He surveyed his handiwork and nodded once, satisfied.

"Now show me your hand. And who is this other 'Beloved' you were given to? How many of us are there?"

[The instinctive, automatic reaction makes Anders pause, and while he's annoyed at Fenris' behaviour, for once he can see why the elf might be a little touchy about mages at the moment.

So he bites down on his tongue for now and slowly holds up his hands, letting his staff fall to the ground and hopefully showing Fenris that he's not doing anything.]

It's all right, Fenris. It's over now. It's just me.

[[Works for me. :) Setting's your call.

And that's a shame. But, you know... it's there if you want it :p]]

[There is a moment of silence, where Seimei looks like he is pondering Soubi's answer. Then he turns his back on him, and pulls out a can of soup.]

Take a shower.

[He looks over his shoulder with what looks like a gentle smile, though the coolness in his eyes make it clear that there is nothing gentle about it.]

Make sure you only use the hot water.

I know who you are. [His voice is smaller, less sharp than he wants. He is telling the truth, though there are flashes of Hadriana - 'Poor little wolf, shall I make it feel better?' - who was always there to heal him after Danarius had used blood magic to cause him unbearable pain.

He wets his lips, licking dried flakes of blood from them. A normal and typically ignored side effect of fighting, but the scent and taste now fills his nose and mouth and makes him want to retch. He hunches over, coughs dryly a few times.

He doesn't remember everything, or how long he was controlled for. He cannot ask Anders for that information - he cannot trust him not to exploit that. So instead he must accept the blank space in his memory, and that is what he hates more than anything else.]

Let's go.

[He is limping, pale and his markings refuse to calm. He drags his sword behind him in the sand for a few paces, then drops to his knees and vomits on the sand.]

How to respond to such words? They made no sense in what he knew to be true. What had always been true for him. The care and familiarity with wrapping another's neck was noted but dismissed as only a little relevant. The guy might be a doctor, at that.

So he didn't respond to being told he could be so much more.

"I'm not Beloved anymore. I was given to Loveless when Beloved's Sacrifice died." Well. Close enough to the truth that he didn't care to tell the whole truth.

And he did finally hold up the mangled and pierced hand, forcing his arm to move and bend when it really wanted to stay motionless and limp.

"There's a Beloved Fighter out there who hasn't shown up yet." He'd just mentioned the Sacrifice.

[Even when Seimei turned his back to him he kept silent, waiting motionlessly. The order had him start to turn immediately, only to pause at the look over a shoulder. Soubi let himself respond to the smile with one of his own, even though he knew it wasn't really a kind smile.

Only hot water. Get properly clean and miss nothing.

Stop being so disgustingly dirty, Soubi. No one wants to see you like that.

He nodded, knowing how even a shower could hurt. Just another punishment he'd bare silently, because he deserved it. If he could get through it and stay conscious, he'd be relieved. He made himself move as quickly as he could, did his best to track as little grime as he could along the way.

And tried not to take too terribly long in his task.]

[Seimei heats his soup, then pads to the bathroom door, tail flicking gently behind him. The shower is still running, steam seeping into the hallway under the door. He leans against the wall opposite the door and calls out:]

I think you'll need quite a while in there, Soubi. [He slips down to sit against the wall, taking a mouthful of soup.] Don't come out until I tell you to.

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