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

[wishtoshine]

[the composure is gone now, replaced with worry. she honestly hadn't given any thought to him falling on his face, which he probably deserved, but now she felt bad for ignoring it. of course she doesn't want him to be hurt! he's done so much for her, after all, but she was so busy playing it cool and showing off how very not ruffled she was...]

[Garnet frowns as she steps closer to him, reaching up to guide his hand away] Stop -- it's bleeding a lot. Let me look at it. [she's concerned that he might have broken his nose or something...]

[her focus is on his injury, so things like "personal space" are less important right at the moment]

[shiftbreak]

[ Mixing between ashamed and bashful, watching Garnet suddenly close. Unfortunately, blushed cheeks couldn't be controlled. ]

Re-really? How bad?

[ Damnit, he mostly felt like a complete fool. What kind of idiot falls on his face when leaping for some expected smoosh? Having already joked quite vigorously about their little fake wedding, it's hard facing the reality that Zidane might have laid it on a little thick. His ego was best fitted when completely confident, taking whatever thoughts he was having and attempting to disregard them. ] Dagger, you're--

...All because you wouldn't give me a little kiss at our wedding... [ Flubbing those rare insecurities like usual. ]

[wishtoshine]

[Some color crept into Garnet's face as well at the comment, self-conscious and -- in spite of herself, in spite of everything -- a little guilty, too. It wasn't like kissing him would have been so terrible... or that she didn't want to, maybe.]

[But she wasn't so naive that she didn't know how these things went. She knew what was appropriate and what wasn't, she knew that a "little kiss" often wasn't any such thing, and she knew that she was hardly the only target of Zidane's flirting.]

[So she glared at him briefly.] Don't try to blame this on me. You didn't want to marry Quina, did you?

[and then, softer] Hold on, this might sting a little... [She reached up to touch his nose gently, trying to determine if it was broken without hurting him too much.]