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( THE MINOR INJURIES MEME )

pinched from here!

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.

→ WHAT HAPPENED.
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.

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Depends on the other. [ and he raises his eyebrows, like, let's see what you've got, nurse jane. ]

Let me think. [ She furrows her brow, clearly intent on coming up with something appropriate. ] Would you accept 'charming?'

[ thoughtful for a second, pressing fingers to his temple. better that than let it be obvious he's pretty pleased she thinks 'charming' applies. ] Hm. I'll take it if you take mine.

Just the two! My three for your two. Fair's fair. [ She sticks out her hand, like she wants to shake. Thankfully she's remembered which of his hands is hurt and has compensated. ]

You've got yourself a deal. [ and he shakes her hand, and looks at her, and really ideally would like to pull her in so he can kiss her, but alas. he gives her hand a squeeze instead and hopes she gets a sense of the sentiment. ]

[ She apparently does, because her cheeks turn just a bit red. How she'd like for things to be less complicated. How she'd like to just do what her heart urges. ] I'm glad we could come to an agreement.

Difficult not to, with such an incredible, one of a kind creature like you. [ bah, who needs to tip toe. ]

[ Not these two would-be lovebirds, that's for certain. Blue looks like she's going to protest, but she has to stop herself. She traded those words away, fair and square, after all! ] Says you, the ridiculous, wonderful, charming one.

[ he makes a tiny face at that, embarrassed, thinking that sounds like too many adjectives at once. ] Maybe stick to one or two at a time.

I don't think I signed a contract saying how the words would be used, did I? [ She hums interrogatively, giving him a look. ]

I briefly thought of that, but since we didn't have a lawyer on hand... [ this face. ] Words have power, don't they, Nurse Jane?

Names, too. [ She takes the bag of peas, brandishing them at him a bit. ] And titles.

Is that a comment on your new found title? [ reaching for the peas! ]

[ She tries to pull them out of reach, but alas, small arms! ] I'm still deciding how I feel about it.

Let me help: it's a fine title and you like it. [ yeah, good luck, blue! but he's not trying too hard to grab them. giving her a chance. ]

[ Holding them directly above her head now then. She lowers it slightly when he speaks though, huffing. ] Are you deciding how I feel for me?

[ oh jeez! he's reaching over her, hand on the back of the couch to brace himself as he does, but stops when she says that. hand still reaching for the peas, though. ] That is not what I... If you really hate it, I'll stop using it.

[ And she's leaning back a little, but maybe not enough, staring straight up at him. Close enough to- ] No, I don't think I do. [ She sounds extremely distracted. ]

[ suddenly, so does he. extremely distracted. ] It's not so bad, is it? [ his hand lowers. maybe his fingers touch her cheek, very lightly. ]

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[ Blue knows that she should keep her eyes open, but she doesn't. She knows she should move in any direction other than toward Gansey.

But she doesn't. ]

No, it's not so bad. [ She isn't really sure what she's talking about now. ]

[ gansey forgets to answer, at that point. his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear instead. she's so close. he makes a point of not looking at her mouth, but even then it's almost like that night in the car, where he had to step away. he should. he should back away.

but he doesn't.

he leans to press his cheek to hers, because that's the closest thing they have, and because she'll know what it means. ]

[ She inhales -- and it's far too sharp and distinct to be insignificant -- when his cheek touches hers. It's already tingling from the sensation of him pushing her hair back. As soon as she breathes in, she promptly forgets to breathe out again. This is all happening too fast.

And too slow.

Both at the same time. Again, she needs to move away, but she doesn't. Her hand comes to rest on his forearm. The peas are behind her on the couch, having fallen away the moment she forgot how to breathe. ]

[ pull away, pull away. it should be simple but it's not, he should want to but he doesn't. there alarms in his head that he silences like he's practiced it. maybe he has. maybe every time they get too close he shuts those out.

he doesn't move, except to rest his hand at her neck, the other already tangled in her hair. he's not breathing, either, unsure if the dizziness he feels is from that or just blue.

it takes a lot to resist the urge to turn his face against hers. he wants to bury his nose against the line of her jaw, but then his lips would get too close. ]

[ Blue almost wants to cover her mouth. It's the only way to be safe. The only way to be sure. She's positive her self-control just can't hold any longer... but it does.

She knows. She knows if she kisses him, that's it. It's him and she can't do anything about it. Doesn't want to do anything about it.

But she also knows this isn't the day. Her hand slips up and down the sleeve of his shirt. Dry. It seems like an affectionate gesture, maybe. She's just checking for a pulse. Whether it's his or hers, she isn't sure. ]

[ he should say something. some kind of apology.

but is he sorry? he's not sorry he wants to kiss her. he's not sorry he's trying to find a way they can do that without doing it.

he's only sorry, the sorrowful kind of sorry, that this is the kind of life she has to lead. that this thing hovers over her, puts a wall between herself and anyone she lo — likes. reaching right over that wall to touch her anyway in the closest way he can feels like cheating to some degree.

he should say something. ]

Blue... [ but there's nothing to say, really, so he just says her name, a sigh, as softly as he would like to kiss her. ]