( they're bleeding! oh no. they are dead. )

[nomeals]

 

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

[overlyprecocious]

He doesn't exactly look thrilled at the idea of his parents fussing over him, but then his relationship to Jack and Janet Drake has always been... complicated. For now, he's pretty content to just stick with Dick.

He still manages a few token protests against having his cast vandalized, but he gets progressively less active over time. By the time they get to the car, Tim's already pretty conked out, so it's not much of a surprise that he doses off on the car ride back. He's not really the cuddliest sleeper, but he seems pretty content where he is. Good luck waking him up, thought.

[dickybird]

Dick does his best not to wake Tim up once they arrive back at the hotel, scooping him up bridal-style to carry him back into the elevator and all the way up to their private residence. He settles him in the spare bedroom that was once held by Jason, silently and stealthily tucking him in with a thick sock gently stretched around bare toes.

Dick stays up for most of the night after informing Alfred of how things went, as is his penchant. He's there in the spooky glow of his computer and holo-grids on the sofa is Tim awakens, listening out for any disturbances.

[overlyprecocious]

Tim does wake up, eventually, confused at first about where he is and how he got here. The throbbing in his ankle that's starting to gain sharpness again after being dulled by painkillers is a great reminder, though.

There isn't really anything he needs to get up for, but that doesn't stop him from doing it anyway to check on the situation. He's not exactly stealthy about it, though; it's just harder in general to be quiet with crutches and stuff, especially when you're still a little out of it.