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

[handywitharift]

"I have to make up for lost time acquiring life experience," He said, giving a half shrug. But Cullen did have a point about Bull. "He's the only Qunari I've ever seen, but he doesn't fit their reputation."

After another moment, he rose to his feet, using his good arm to push himself up. "You have to admit, though, that 'unexpected' is becoming our norm. Have you taken a look at the rest of us? I would be hard pressed to pick the most unexpected among you."

Not even mentioning what he himself had gone through.

[lyriumaddict]

"That is true. Ours is a band of the most unlikely sorts, and yet here we all stand. United under one banner and one cause," Cullen noted, hand drifting to rest against the hilt of his sword as they walked, too customary a stance for him these days. Everything felt as though it were simply preparation for the next day, the next step towards Coryphius. It might be a good thing that the Inquisitor had suggested this diversion for the evening.

Doubtless the drink would help him sleep that night and numb the pain of battle, at least for a time.

[handywitharift]

He smiled and nodded. They could save toasts of 'To the Inquisition' until they had their drinks. After sitting and resting, Maxwell could walk a little easier. He was sore and did hope the drink would take the edge off.

"And it's all going to be written down. Probably by Varric."

Sitting down again was a relief, and he was pretty sure this was the only tavern in Thedas where he could drink without being disturbed.

[lyriumaddict]

"Now that is a truly frightening notion." He grimaced slightly, shaking his head. Knowing too well the dwarf's tendencies towards embellishment and exaggeration, he could guess how he might be painted in such a tale.

"He seems to be under the impression that I look 'too serious', and that it may be bad for my health."

Of course, compared to even the Inquisitor himself, Varric might be forgiven for thinking so. Apparently the best way to deal with the end of the world involved a great deal of snark, on the part of his companions.

[handywitharift]

Having read Varric's book on Hawke, he knew it could be worse. Reading the rest of Varric's work let him know just how bad it could be. But Varric believed in his own way, and that was comforting.

"Serious looks good on you. But it wouldn't hurt to relax every now and then." Maker knew if anyone deserved it, Cullen did. Maxwell spent so much time being serious everywhere and around everyone else to make the Inquisition look good, but Cullen rarely ever put aside his work. There was certainly enough of it to do so, even if he wasn't fighting the need for Lyrium.

[lyriumaddict]

"I'm not as opposed to the idea as everyone seems to think." All evidence to the contrary. Even he had to admit that he never went out of his way to worry about enjoying himself or enjoying personal time. That niggling fear that if he let his guard down, he would slip back down the slope again, rode him hard no matter how he tried to put the thought aside.

"I suppose I must come across that way to most," he agreed at last, reaching to push the door open for the Inquisitor, to allow him to enter the tavern first. "Perhaps some habits are harder to break than others."