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

Tsubomi Hanasaki | Heartcatch Precure

[budpunch]

[ either role is fine! ]

1 | 3 | 2

[hisownpath]

[REJOICE, TSUBOMI. You have one of your resident (misunderstood) school delinquents sitting under a tree and sulking as he checks out his sprained arm. He was the kind of guy who'd rather not show weakness in public or get ridiculously sentimental unless he was by himself. Kouga saw someone getting bullied, so he had to stand up and fight back for their sake. But not without getting roughed up in the process, though.]

Haaa... What a pain. I don't think I'll ever get used to this school.

[Honestly, he had to hold back his true strength or he'd seriously kill someone.]

[budpunch]

[ So he'd intimidated half the class during his introduction, but Tsubomi hadn't noticed anything malicious about the transfer student, not then, not now. What she had noticed was what lay before her now. She'd just finished up with Gardening Club duties for the day, Erika had already gone home, and she hadn't expected to see anyone else still on the grounds except for straggling club members.

But this-- ]

K... Kouga-san! [ and she's quickly hurrying over, dropping to her knees beside him. ] W-what's wrong? Your arm...

[hisownpath]

[The Palaestra was a different school where he had to train to become a Saint and showing off your special abilities was the norm. But now that he's transferred to a normal school? It was a bit of a culture shock to adjust proper. He was growing a little nostalgic until he hears Tsubomi's voice and ends up looking like a deer in headlights.]

Eh? Hanasaki!? [Quickly, he tries to cover up his arm. But he winces while doing it.] It's just a scratch! Nothing to worry about!

[As emotional as he was... Kouga was never a good liar.]

[budpunch]

But you're clearly in pain! [ what is it with boys and walking off injuries like they're tiny boo-boos wow. She's already hovering one hand anxiously over his. ] Please, let me see it... I'd like to try to help!

[hisownpath]

I-I'm not in pain at all! I-- [IT'S ALL ABOUT PRIDE AND BEING STUPID. He tries to pull his hand back from hers... But there's another sharp pain and he winces.] --Ah! Don't you have better things to do!?

[budpunch]

There's nothing more important than helping someone in need!

[ ... Yes, this is still the same shy girl in your class. ]

[hisownpath]

[That catches him off guard. Kouga goes quiet before he pulls his hand back out.]

How else do you think I ended up like this? A bunch of jerks were picking on someone, so I had to step in and do something.

[budpunch]

So that's what happened... [ she doesn't sound too surprised, though, digging in her bag for a roll of bandages. Because after all the Precure fighting, she's taken to carrying around supplies. ] You're very kind-hearted, Kouga-san, to do that for someone else's sake.

[hisownpath]

Oi, oi... Don't go around saying weird things. [He'll turn a little red in the cheeks as shrugs and looks away. Jeez, how embarrassing...] Anyway, you're more kind-hearted than me. Fighting is really the only thing I'm good at doing.

[budpunch]

Ah, no! [ And there are the bandages, so she'll murmur a quick apology for any discomfort, and get to tending to his arm. ] I think there's a difference between fighting just because you like to, and fighting to protect others. You're very noble!

[hisownpath]

Wha-- Didn't I say to not say weird things?! Knock it off, will ya? [JUST GOING TO USE HIS GOOD ARM TO PULL HER CHEEK JEEZ.]

[budpunch]

O-ouch! I-- I was being honest! [ HER CHEEK. ]

[hisownpath]

Jeez... [Now he'll be letting go.] Anyway, I'll have to owe you one for helping me out.

[budpunch]

[ Rubbing her cheek... ]

Eh? No, I'm just glad I could help...

3 | 3 | 3 - Instead of decided who gets injured THEY BOTH CAN

[getoffme]

[ Pretend in some universe Olivier decided to go with the Precure to Japan, leaving Paris behind while dragging his adoptive father with him. And in said universe the kid has decided that he'll help the girls with their fights against the Desertarians. Because it really sucked being one and, well, Dune is a big ol' jerk so might as well stick it to him.

In this instance, it had only been himself and Tsubomi - thankfully she had been able to use her Tact to heal the poor adult that had had her heart flower removed. Not so thankfully the pink cure had ended up injured in the process of the fight. The Desertarian had had some sharp points for limbs and despite Olivier's best efforts, both of them were now sporting some painful cuts and abrasions. His cheek was scuffed up and both sleeves of his shirt were caked in mud and tattered, revealing some cuts on the limbs. His left pant leg missing fabric from the knee down where it revealed a bruise on his shin.

But that hardly mattered to him. Not that he would admit it out loud, but he was far more concerned about the pink-haired girl beside him. Since he had been forced (by Erika no less) to trade his usual clothes for something more suitable when living in this town, he couldn't use his scarf or even cloak to bandage any of her wounds. Olivier crouched beside her to inspect her injuries. ]

Don't move.

[budpunch]

[ Fighting a Desertarian without her fellow Precure hadn't been very pleasant, but Olivier had been more than an asset in this fight, protecting her from a few close calls. And now he had the cuts and bruises to show for it.

Her fault, but she swallows her guilt-- and, not very successfully, a wince. Her arms and legs are both scored with bloody lacerations (thankfully, nothing too deep), her face is scraped up, especially around the forehead, and everything aches from a few not-so-fun impacts with the ground. Now back in her civilian clothes, she holds up a shaky hand to stop Olivier. ]

Olivier, wait. More importantly, you're hurt--!

[ Yes, Tsubomi, so are you. ]

[getoffme]

I'm fine. [ Okay, maybe not completely fine, but the werewolf child could shoulder the pain and move on. It was easy enough for him to ignore it when all he had to do was focus all of his attention on Tsubomi instead.

When he saw her reaching out to him, he instinctively took her hand, but only just long enough to push it down gently. ] I told you not to move, Tsubomi.

[budpunch]

But-- [ It was impossible for Tsubomi not to worry, and she knew for a fact that Olivier had a bad habit of insisting that he's fine when he's not. Like when he was about to collapse. Or when he was doubled over in agony. Or right now.

... In comparison, now probably isn't as bad as prior situations, but she'd never really compared pain levels. If he was hurt at all, that was bad. So she tried one more protest, her expression pleading. ]

But you're-- ow-- [ and she had to wince again. Just shifting made everything flare up in one quick, sharp burst. ]

[getoffme]

A lot better off than you. [ He finishes her sentence, his blunt words matching the deadpan tone of his voice. ] You need to get back so that you can heal and rest.

[ But before hey could even entertain the idea of moving, he knew that he should take care of those lacerations. While they weren't too deep they could still get infected if left unattended. With no first aid kit in sight, Oliver had to rely on the next best thing.

Being a werewolf had its advantages. It took some concentration but he managed to recall some of that strength in his hands to extend his fingers into claws, albeit temporarily. Without a word he reached for the remaining leg of his pants, ripping and cutting it off and into long pieces. Until he could get Tsubomi back to the others these would have to do for make shift bandages. ]

Just hold on for a little bit, 'kay? [ Picking one of the longer pieces of fabric he gestured for her to lift her arm. ] Let me see your arm.

[budpunch]

[ She could just hear it now, Erika loudly lamenting the state of Olivier's pants (and even Tsubomi had some regret, but Olivier was just as stubborn as she was; asking him to stop wouldn't have done it). All she could do now was to make it easier for him, and once his concern was alleviated, the both of them could rest.

Obediently, she raised her arm, holding it level, although her own worry didn't ease one bit. And with the worry came the guilt, once again. ]

... I'm sorry. [ Her eyes lowered, to his injured leg. ] If I'd been a little faster, and more careful...

[getoffme]

[ Slowly, gingerly, Olivier begin to wrap the strip of cloth over the wounds on her arm. A first aid kit would have been preferred but it would be enough until he could get them back to their friends. Although his attention seemed to be focused on what he was doing he spoke up to reply. ]

That Desertarian was too much for one person to handle, let alone you. [ Probably not the best way to go about comforting her, but there are still some things the wolf boy needs to work on. He meant well, really. ] ... You just have bad luck.

[budpunch]

Hearing you say it so bluntly is a little...

[ Well, it didn't help her feel any less pathetic. So instead, she frowned down at the floor, letting him finish wrapping her arm. So much for being a stellar example for him. ]

[getoffme]

[ He was silent for a moment, but then broke it when he let out a soft sigh. ] ... You were able to save that person. That's what's most important, right? If you weren't here than who knows what would have happened to them.

[ Once he tied the ends into a secure know, he let it go and let his hands settle on his knees. ]

[budpunch]

If you weren't here... [ And she trailed off, offering him a little smile. ] Thank you, Olivier. You were a huge help.