bakerstreet | MINOR INJURIES MEME

MINOR INJURIES MEME

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.

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[Completely canonblind on Voltron beyond the first 20 minutes of the pilot, but I'm down for an AU if you are!]

[Canonblind is fine! I'm all for AUing. AUs are my bloodlife...]

[Given the rather exclusive nature of Team Voltron, I can't think of a situation where AUing Eugene into Keith's universe would leave much room for his medical skills. If it's cool with you I can write up a WW2 AU for us. Maybe Keith catches a ricochet or something? I'm open to ideas!]

[A WW2 AU would be pretty interesting! Since he's still a combative type, it wouldn't be too outrageous to fit him into a war setting. I don't usually do war settings either so it'll be fun and interesting!

Heads up I'm heading to sleep soonish so I might not reply back for a bit :o]

[OOC: Then away we go! Let me know if you want me to edit.]

[It's not shaping up to be much of a Christmas in Bastogne. It's ten below during the day, worse at night, and heavy fog has set in along the whole line. They're short on everything except Germans - scouting parties have started probing the lines. They're lucky they haven't lost anybody from the resulting firefights.

Eugene is silent as he examines the wound on Keith's arm. It's not much of one - the bullet got split in half somewhere along the way, probably pinging off a rock or suchlike.]

Lucky it was a ricochet. [He looks up, shaking his head.] Don't got forceps to take it out, though.

[Keith grits his teeth as he loads up his gun. The pain was completely negligible. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and there's a fire in his eyes to fight. Keith was never the type of backdown. Even if reason and logic stated that he might be in a situation where he should. Even now, he seems to care less about the I jury and more on the task at hand.]

I'll be fine. It's nothing big. We either get it out now or we just patch it up and get it out later. We don't have time to worry about it when we still got enemies advancing.

[There's no time to worry about an injury that wasn't critical. The Germans were endless and if they didn't thin them out, they'll probably never actually see some resemblance of peace.]

Merry Christmas, I guess. Maybe we'll manage a grand ol' dinner.

[Despite himself, Eugene can't help a self-deprecating smile as he bandages up Keith's wound.] Maybe.

[It's not much of a reassurance. The generals back in Bastogne still get the best rations - turkey with cognac, from what he hears. Front-line troops have to make do with a canteen cup of cold, rancid beans.]

You'll get a Purple Heart for this. [He glances up at Keith.] If you want it.

[Keith was earnestly not thinking about how they'd have a grand dinner. More like having dinner while in relative peace. If he could have a good night's rest, he thinks that would be the best present he's gotten in years.]

You know what? I'll consider the importance of that when we're not trying to be murdered. Purple Hearts aren't exactly the first thing on my mind after having a bullet ricochet into my arm. [He's got a lot of bite and sass, but at least it's a good indicator that he's pretty much fine. Maybe a bit grouchy.] For a lot of them, they haven't broken our ranks much yet.

[Eugene can't help but smile at Keith's pluck. It's a trait the division shares, down to a man - how much of it is borne out of simple spite for the Germans and how much of it is a result of their training and indoctrination is hard to say, but does it really matter in the end? They're cold, underfed, undersupplied, and stretched about as thin as can be, but there hasn't been so much as a hint of wavering among them, not even amongst the replacements. Perhaps it's the shared misery that has brought them closer together, that has hardened them to the realities of the siege.]

Might be they're as cold as we are. They gotta worry about trench foot, same as us.

[As he finishes securing the bandage around Keith's wound, he opens his mouth as if to say something else, but the whistle of incoming mortar rounds fills the air. The explosions follow quickly, rocking the frozen ground around them in a maelstrom of fire and thunder. Eugene throws himself to the ground, arm wrapped around the back of his neck. From the sound of it, it is the light stuff - five-centimeter pieces, with one or two eight-centimeters mixed in, but it does not pay to take chances. Some shells detonate in the treetops, turning branches into splinters that whiz through the air. Others detonate with muffled THUDs in patches of ice.

It's a quick barrage, tapering off after what feels like only a few seconds. All the same, it is an effective one - cries of "medic!" and "doc!" echo throughout the forest, the soupy fog giving the impression that the shouts are coming from all around them. Eugene swallows, his throat tight as he scrambles back up to his feet. He palms the aid bag at his side, looking at Keith.]

You gonna be okay here?

[Keith had always been a passionate guy. He's like a wild flame that can't be put out no matter what one tries. It makes him an unwavering individual, but his attitude makes him a difficult individual to handle. Keith also seems to very determined to win at every battle.

He locks and loads and looks at his arm. Sufficient. They can worry about it more when they can.]

The only upside to being on the defensive. We don't have to trudge through this crap.

[Keith knows that it's better that they're on the defensive right now, but he's a man of action. He hates not just moving forward and bringing the fight to them. He's not an idiot though and he wasn't going to risk his life like that to be a fool.

He curls up in himself, gun pulled to his chest as he tries and cover his vitals. Shit.]

Yeah. I'll cover you. We can't afford to lose people at the moment, especially someone with medic expertise.

[He stands upright and glances over their trench with eyes narrowed.] Let's move a bit and see how bad those hit. Looks like everyone in this immediate area is alright for now. [As alright as people can be in a life or death situation.]

[He'd let it build up too long. And so he should have turned Keith down when the other had simply appeared at his side for a three in the morning training session, somehow not only knowing he was still awake but where to find him. Keith had a habit of knowing where to find him.

It was reassuring and he hadn't turned his friend down and he'd let the training session get carried away. It had just felt so... good. Good to be able to take out all that tension and that pent up trapped feeling and that worry on a squad of gladiator bots, confident that the person fighting at his side and watching his back could take that level of ferocity.

Confident that it wouldn't scare the person fighting at his side.

But he'd let it go to far, pushed them both too far and when the program finally shut down after the final round, he'd already been on the ground, having gutted and then kicked the last bot off of himself. Breathing hard, sides aching, a streaking pain down through his right leg and a familiar dull ache up his right arm. Rolling his head against the cool surface of the training room floor, he squinted an eye at his friend. His voice was only a little rusty as he asked:]

How're you doing?

[Of course Keith would know where he is. But maybe that's more because Keith practically lived in the training area. He was always practicing and keeping his skills up. He couldn't let them get rusty just because he spent more time in his Lion or being the arm of Voltron. There had been plenty of time where his fighting expertise came into use, and it kept him preoccupied.

Keith wasn't going to be a voice of reason either. Not with his temperament. Sometimes, it seemed like he only knew how to fight and not back down.

He laid on the ground panting.] We might have overdone it. [It took him a few minutes to get the statement out. No shit. Everything ached a bit and he turned his head towards the other. He's not sure he can get up quite yet. It feels like everything is spinning a bit.]

I think I'm gonna be feeling this for days. Not too bad.

[The answer has the smile slipping over Shiro's lips, something crooked but real and he watched as his friend's head turns to look at him. That was a good sign. Not that he expected anything short of unconsciousness to make Keith give him any other answer but - it was still reassuring to hear.

That felt good too.

Who knew? He might actually be able to sleep after this.]

Yeah. Me too. [A pause and then approval.] You've picked up some new moves with your bayard.

[Guess who wasn't even trying to get up off the floor yet? Yeah. Moving could wait a little while until he caught his breath.]

[He groans a bit as he tries to prop himself up. Nope, this isn't happening yet. He just flops back down. Oh man, he's gonna pray that Allura doesn't decide for any sudden, special paladin training in the next few days. He'll be sore where he's already sore.]

What? You mean when I accidentally sent my sword flying across the training room? That'll be an effective move if I ever need to use my sword as a projectile. Nothing strikes fear like having a blade flung at you, right? [He brushes off the compliment with a bit of a laugh.] Need to keep my fighting skills up. We won't always be in the lions or forming Voltron.

Surprised you could keep up. [Joking. He wouldn't have expected less from Shiro.]

[Shiro laughs, something that's more a cough and cuts off when it makes his ribs ache. But the smile that went with it stays.]

Hey. Flying swords make me nervous. [And then his voice softens and he reaches out, wraps the fingers of his human hand around his friend's shoulder.] Just don't forget there's more to life than fighting, Keith. You forget that and you might miss something important.

[His hand slips back to rest over his own stomach and he snorts another noise.]

What are you talking about? I can run rings around you, hot shot. [He lets it sit for a beat and then, lips hooking into a crooked grin, he adds:] Just not right now.

It's kind of a one time use though. Not really effective in a crowd. [The touch is warm and gentle. Nice.] We don't really have that luxury. Protect the universe and all. [This whole thing gave him a meaning. Something he could devote his life to. Otherwise he'd be back to being lost like his shack in the middle of nowhere. What would he be missing that's more important than defeating the Galra empire?

He laughs a little.]

Are you sure you mean run or roll? Because I'm under the impression you can't get up. [He looks at the other.] I relent anyways. I can't get up myself.

Keith, [the tone is gentle but there was also a 'don't brush this off' note to it.] There's more to being a useful solider than knowing how to fight. If you forget that... you forget that and you forget what's important. Find meaning beyond the fighting. Find something to be beyond the gladiator.

[The last word grinds a little but he uses it intentionally. Because he's been down that road, where it was better to fight and only fight and only live for the fighting because everything else was either too overwhelming or heart breaking or horrifying to face. He says what he does because he knows. He may not remember much - but he remembers enough to know that.

And then he smiles and huffs a noise and reaches over again but its to lightly nudge his knuckles against the younger man's arm.]

I do an impressive barrel roll, I'll have you know. [A grin and his eyes laugh as he turns his head to look at his friend.] But yeah, maybe a truce is in order. We're going to be in enough trouble as is if the princess finds out about this.

[Keith doesn't reply to Shiro. He's mulling over the others words. It's obvious that Shiro's words have dug under his skin. He's not sure what's important? His teammates of course, but that goes without saying. Protecting the universe and Earth gives him something to strive and better himself for. It's going to weight heavy on his mind again. He feels a little at loss like back after he got kicked out of the Garrison.

He doesn't know how to ask for help very much either.]

You'll have to show us sometime. [For now he won't think about it. Or at least let it sit in his mind.] Maybe we could add barrel rolls to our skillset.

If you say her name three times, she'll appear. [He finally manages to sit up, though his body protests when he does.]

[Shiro doesn't push. Keith is looking and its his intensity and complete committal to things that drives him. Shiro has no doubt at all that Keith has the fire and the determination to hone himself into something amazing.

What it is, Shiro doesn't know. But he believes completely that it will come. Every man has to find his core for himself. Shiro can point in a general direction but he doesn't know any more than Keith does what it is that the other pilot needs. That's something personal and something that Keith has to walk through his own fire to find himself. It won't be easy. It never could be for someone like Keith. But its vitally important. And only Keith can find it for himself. He will. It will just take time.

Aaaaand then the kid sits up and Shiro knows that means he's going to have to as well. Crap.

It's a strain and the muscles in his stomach protest but he manages it with only a minor groan, folding his arms over his now crossed legs.]

I'd rather not risk it. She's scary when she's angry. [Which is nothing but admiration coming from him.]

[Keith pats him gently. There, there. They're both really sore and they haven't even gotten to their feet. This is going to be interesting. He can focus on their present for now. He'll find what he's looking for on the way, right?

He rests his arms and chin on his knees.]

You scared of Allura? I mean, Alteans have some crazy training systems in place, but I wouldn't think you'd call her scary. [He's mostly teasing, but he has only mostly seen a gentler side of Allura. Not the "I picked up Shiro and threw him" side of her. She did sick the Castle offenses on them when they were trying to form Voltron. That was kinda cruel.]

So, are you thinking about how big this thing is and how far our rooms from here or is that just me.

[He'll find what he's looking for on the way.

And in the meantime, Shiro hums out a short sound at the pat. He doesn't get touched much and the easy familiarity is nice. The hum comes back and turns into a short laugh at the question though. Having been directly involved in the whole 'throw Shiro bodily into a transport' he has a whole new respect for their reigning Altean. And that's on top of her introduction when she locked Lance in a hold using his ear. Keith's summary has him smiling. He doesn't know her that well but he suspects Allura might appreciate Keith not finding her intimidating.

Just - heaven help him if Keith ever got into a spar with her with that attitude.]

There's nothing wrong with a scary woman. [Shiro actually found it a flattering trait. Even if he was in no hurry to end up on the wrong side of it. Which had him adding:] As long as she doesn't find out about this.

[And then he exhaled and shook his head, shifting to lean back on his hands.] I might have been wondering how many of those floating plates it would take it haul me back to my room, yeah.

[Giving Shiro shoulder pats is apparently his specialty. He's done it plenty enough.]

I don't think she'd like to be considered scary. Alteans are supposed to be welcoming and avoid physical conflict. Seek peace first before raising hands. [He remembers her refusal of him to raise his hand on the unknown creatures that inhabited the land before they left.] Scary doesn't make a good trait when you're extending your hand for peace.

She'd kick our already sore butts if she finds out about this. I, for one, am fine with not being doubly sore and keeping this a secret.

[He snickers a bit.] I don't think floating plates are going to save you here.

[It's a good specialty to have. Shiro won't complain.

He has to smile at Keith's view of Allura. Its not as if his friend is wrong. For someone utterly bent on the destruction of the Galra empire, the princess has a very diplomatic and gentle touch with everyone else. Which isn't to say that Shiro thinks his summary of her is wrong either. In fact, they're both right about her to Shiro's mind. But to Shiro, you can be gentle and good and yet dangerous at the same time. He doesn't have a problem with the dichotomy.

Maybe Keith is right though. Maybe Shiro should.

They can both agree whole-heartedly however that not sharing this last training session with her is a good idea and Shiro snorts out a laugh, finally starting the process of struggling to his feet, offering a hand to his friend.]

It'll be our secret. Come on. If the floating plates aren't going to help us we're going to have to do this ourselves.

[Considering even Altean kids could do some of these training levels with the training bots; he definitely wouldn't underestimate Alteans. He also doesn't want to be on the receiving end of Allura's wrath anyways. She's thrown food at them and sicked a castle on them already. He can't imagine what she'd be like if she was legitimately mad.

He takes Shiro's hand, although he wonders if either of them can really help each other up when they can barely help themselves.]

I don't know how well kept of a secret it's going to be if we have to be marginally functional later. Bed has never sounded so good right now. I swear I can sleep anywhere with how tired I am.

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Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender

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Sorry for the delay! I had family over.

Take your time! o7 It's fine!!

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1-1-1 (for both of them)

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getting to a good wrap up point?

Yeh. All good bud! o9