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

[shipwreckedcanary]

[:D]

[sinuosity]

[ ooc: 8D any prefs? ]

[shipwreckedcanary]

((none in partic. Maybe something like 1/2/3-3-2/3? And i'm open to either being the injured party. They're both likely to have all of the above and then some. ))

3/3/2

[sinuosity]

[ The target's known for his eccentricities: the usual modern securities were absent from the house. He keeps crows as watch; Nyssa has to respect that particular choice: the birds are smart and more dangerous than dogs, but even that will not save him in the end. She didn't have to come along, but Istanbul is a favourite destination, and besides, she is heir, she walks where she pleases. ]

It's a shallow cut, but it will need cleaning.

[ It's three AM and they are curled up on a small bed in the dusty apartment overlooking Gulhane Park. The floor is worn with her pacing; much as she and Ra's both disliked waiting, she was more impatient for news of Sara's safety. Bird against birds, a fitting mission, but sometimes Nyssa finds her father's particular dramatic flair... silly. ]

[shipwreckedcanary]

[Birds against birds indeed. Sara can't say that she'd been trained to face crows, but there's a first time for everything she supposes. In the end, as predecited the birds did not save him, and as usual, Sara took no pleasure in the loss of his life. Or the crows that preceded.

One of them had gotten her pretty good on the shoulder, tearing through the thick fabric with sharp talons. Two gashes, not too bad if Nyssa's analysis were anything to go by, and it usually was.]

Who knows where those talons have been.

[She offers a small smile with the bad joke.]

[sinuosity]

[ She smiles, and gently brushes Sara's shoulder with her finger and thumb. There's little such thing as medical leave in the League, but she's very tempted to use the excuse to stay here a while longer. ]

I could kiss it better.

[shipwreckedcanary]

[And at that she can't help the grin, turning her face away slightly.]

You know, I think that might actually help.

[sinuosity]

Or it couldn't, and I would have to [ brushing Sara's waist playfully ] step up my game.

[ Now she's smiling openly, and dabbing the cut with cotton wool soaked in a solution of turmeric. There's antibiotics for an emergency, but Nyssa prefers the old ways. ]

[shipwreckedcanary]

[She sucks in a breath as the solution touches her open skin, but it's quickly replaced by a flirtatious smile, right at home on her face.]

Well, I guess you'd have to try and find out, huh?

[sinuosity]

[ A killer's touch is hardly gentle, and Nyssa - while careful with her toys - has always had them replaced when they're no longer of use. But Ta-er al-Usfar is different; she is bright and warm, sweet as Koshary tea with the sting of mint. Every faint brush of her fingers on Sara's skin is measured. She is precious. ]

If you insist on such, beloved, I would be a fool to deny you.

[shipwreckedcanary]

Well you'd only be denying yourself.

[Her wound still needs to be bandaged up, but that can wait. It hardly seems important in the grand scheme of things, when Nyssa's right here, and they have some time alone. They so rarely get time alone.]

[sinuosity]

[ She presses a strip of gauze and tapes it down expertly, then curls up on Sara's other side. They have a few hours until dawn wakes the city, and it's warm here. Nothing like the cold of the mountain seeping in through the stone walls. ]

You finished earlier than expected. We aren't due home for another two days.

[shipwreckedcanary]

Huh, was it really that quick? It felt like it took forever.

[But then again fighting off a pack of genius birds could throw off her sense of time. She'd never been particularly good with it anyway.]

It'll be nice to have a little vacation.

[Moving her arm around Nyssa, she settles in closer. It's nice, comfortable. Safe. Sara hasn't felt safe in a long time.]

[sinuosity]

Wouldn't it.

[ She kisses Sara's forehead idly, pulling the blanket over them both. ]

Do you like Istanbul? We could always come back.