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

[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.