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

Faramir | Lord of the Rings | OTA

[overshadowedingly]

[theeveningstar]

[Interested? Which role would you prefer for Faramir?]

[overshadowedingly]

[[Always! And either's fine, so if you have a preference, go for it. (Yes, I am unhelpful)]]

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[overshadowedingly]

[No matter how often he sees that, it will always be strange to him. He relaxes a little, watching her]

...True enough. [It's not even an urgent report. He just doesn't like having nothing to do]