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

[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.]

[halam]

[ ellana tries to focus on solas' words rather than his hands guiding hers, but her tactile nature makes it harder than she'd like it to be. all she can focus on in the gentle way he positions her hands, the callouses from wielding a staff all day, the way his touch still makes electricity zip up her skin. everything about this is ridiculous, and all the more so for the way it is relentlessly painful. they shared a handful of kisses and a fair amount of emotional intimacy, and that was all. surely it shouldn't hurt this much to be rejected?

only it does, and ellana doesn't know what to do with the pain. it boils up in her and festers, and she can't use it or get rid of it, so what good is it? ]

Not enough, clearly, [ she mutters, and then her eyes widen, and her gaze snaps away from their hands to look at the ground instead. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm sure you had good reason for... doing what you did.

[uth]

[Mentioning the reason will inevitably lead to questions of why, and Solas can't begin to answer that. Ignorance hurts her, he knows, but the truth would hurt everyone.]

Trust me, at least, [He keeps weaving, tying the final knot before letting her gently go.] in this if nothing else, that it is for the best.

[He just keeps getting older. Every day, he sees the signs in everything.] How does that look? Does it make sense, to you?

[halam]

[ it doesn't feel like it's for the best. it feels like solas has broken her heart, and what could be for the best about that? ellana keeps her mouth shut this time, however, regarding her wrapped foot instead of saying any of the things on her mind. eventually she reaches down to unknot the wrappings, pulling it apart to start over from the beginning. this time she manages the motions, though it comes out looking more sloppy than solas' expert movements had. still, she looks up to grin at him, proud of herself. ]

I did it!

[uth]

[Solas' smile is very slight, but it's there. He resists the urge to- he doesn't know. The emotion is swallowed too soon by regret to be properly identified.] You did. [He begins to stand, favoring his unwrapped leg and leaning on his staff.] Now, we must see if it works.

[halam]

[ ellana stands as solas does, and this time she can't resist the urge to reach out for him -- she doesn't even really try, honestly. the touch is simple, a hand on his shoulder, trying to support him as best she can. just-friends touch like this all the time, don't they? she knows she'd try to support dorian or sera or varric in much the same way, so why not solas? ]

Do you think you'll be alright until we can get to camp?