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bakerstreet2016-07-29 12:08 am
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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.
shiro — voltron
tbh we could do both of them. set post-series/during the trailer?? also 2/3/2 sorta?? this is work
He mumbles something that he thinks sounds like m'fine at her and starts to reach for his buckle to undo it, only to have the edges of his vision go abruptly black, throat tightening at the rush of pain. It's nothing he can't stand, he's sure of it, but whatever's wrong with his arm is enough to send that nausea right back up and threaten to have him keeling over.
By the time he finally makes it down and out of Red, she's a consistent, concerned pulse in the back of his mind. He fashions a rather terrible looking sling out of a long-sleeved shirt he has packed in a gobag, stashed under one of the consoles. It takes three tries to get it settled, and the knot is too loose, but it's good enough. He has his bayard, he's upright, which means the next thing on the list is finding anyone else here.
It's all desert and rocks as far as he can see, but the light is fading enough that Keith's not sweating from the heat but from the pain, which is...something. He takes a drag off the water pouch lashed to his waist and feels a pulse from -- there. Black's sprawled out over a patch of desert, no lights on, not moving. Shiro's fine, he tells himself and starts making his way over there, bayard a comforting presence at his fingertips if he needs it. Shiro's fine, he's probably not even in there, he probably already got out and figured a way off this planet or he's looking for them. ]
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and now here he is.
when his vision returns, shiro sits up with a desperate jolt, determined to get up as quickly as he can to make a start on locating his teammates, only to be thrown back into his seat by the safety buckle strapped over his broad chest and a white hot stab of pain from the wound he took during his fight with zarkon's witch. teeth bared, jaw clenched, shiro exhales sharply, then takes a moment to get his bearings — but with black out of commission (temporarily powered down?) and in need of repair (something that applies to both man and beastbot, it would seem) it's impossible for shiro to know where he's landed. all he knows is that keith landed with him, a flash of memory erasing any uncertainty of that, and shiro needs to find him. steadied, shiro unbuckles himself, then makes a move to stand, one hand pressed to his side, the other using the arm of the chair for support.
he needs medical attention, that's plain. but for what? the injury he sustained is nowise near a regular one, other than it hurting real bad, as evidenced by the purple galra glow shining through the split in his flight suit. shiro refuses to let that stop him, though. won't lose any more people to the evil emperor zarkon, especially not keith. after all, if keith hadn't come for him when he crash landed post his space escape, who knows what might have become of him? so on he pushes, taking it slow, determined despite the pain.
in the end, getting out of his lion does prove something of a feat, as opposed to the smooth, easy exit he's used to, but shiro accomplishes it with perseverance, even if he fell to his knees twice and had to take half a dozen breaks. that's when he spies the familiar figure of keith in the distance, headed for his fallen lion. relived, shiro waves an arm, signalling keith over, praying he isn't delirious from his terrible landing and haggar's wound. ]
Over here, Keith!
[ there's a little guilt as he says it, if only because shiro feels like he should be the one coming for keith, not the other way around, but with the shape he's in and the exertion he feels, it's for the best that he stays put until he gets some of his strength back. ]
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Adjusting the haphazardly placed sling makes his breath hiss out between clenched teeth but he manages well enough, panting quietly as he leaves Red and promises her that he'll be back. She goes into shutdown for the time being, most likely to recharge and repair, lights dimming just like Black. There's some small measure of comfort in knowing that another Lion is here, for her, and a huge measure of comfort for Keith knowing it's Shiro.
He keeps his bayard out at the ready as he crosses the desert; it's not far but it feels like miles, each step miserable.
The closer he gets, the more detail he sees; Black opens up and Shiro comes out and God, he was worried. He's standing, though, even if he looks like shit - as much shit as Keith knows he probably looks and feels like. His pace hastens, though, eager to get over there despite the pounding between his eyes, his breathing hitching when he has to slide down a slight incline, jostling his arm again.
By the time he's close enough to see Shiro in detail, it's clear he's in as rough of shape if not worse than Keith is, the armor at his side shredded. They'll fix it when they get back to the Castle, he promises himself, just shy of running the rest of the way to where Shiro is. ]
I haven't seen anyone else and comms seem down.
[ He'd tried, but hadn't even reached Black or Shiro which Red had attributed to the scramble from the fall. Grimacing, Keith dismisses the bayard and presses a hand to Shiro's shoulder, not missing the parallel between this and the last time they'd stood in the desert, in front of his tiny shack in the middle of nowhere. ]
Let me see.
[ He gestures to Shiro's side, chin at a stubborn jut, jaw clenched. ]
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and so he waits, the cybernetic fingers of his free hand tapping out a nervous rhythm against the metal of his black lion. of course, it isn't just keith he has to be worried about. it's pidge and lance and hunk and coran and allura too. without black fully functional, however, and the communications in his (currently discarded) helmet shorted out, it's impossible to make contact with any of them to find out if they're okay, where they are, and how he and keith can find them. and those aren't even half of his concerns. yet with little else to do until keith's path across the innumerable grains of course yellow-brown sand comes to an end and they find themselves face-to-face, shiro's usual focus abandons him completely as his mind kicks into overdrive, a myriad of emotions passing over his strong features.
then there keith is, in front of him, standing but barely. immediately, shiro snaps out of his thoughts and into the present, inspecting keith with a troubled frown, no doubt of a similar mind with the other paladin as he wishes they were back aboard the castleship so that they might heal themselves with the use of the castle's incredibly advanced altean medical methods. that way they would be back in their usual peak physical condition in no time and able to start the search for pidge, lance, and hunk. talk about wishful thinking, shiro thinks with an inward sigh.
he and keith will make do, though. they have to. not only for themselves, but for the others, for earth, for the universe. they've seen what zarkon can do, the power he possess. and being the only form of offense and defense against him and his empire? it's imperative that they make it through this. ]
It's just us, I think. I don't remember seeing anyone else fall in the direction we did.
[ as keith's hand claps over his shoulder, shiro's mouth briefly twitches upwards. neither of them are exactly good right now, but he's glad to know that keith is mostly okay, that he made it — and more importantly still, that he's alive. ]
Alright. [ he nods, agreeing. ] But we should get inside first. If this desert is anything like the ones we have back home, the temperature is likely to drop near freezing come nightfall.
[ he doesn't want keith to fuss, but it's a compromise since they both need looking at. turning, shiro tips his chin, gesturing for keith to follow him back inside. ]
Come on.
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Coran and Allura are likely together, he hopes. Maybe Hunk, Lance and Pidge will end up in the same general area with their comms working well enough to contact each other. He doesn't doubt the others can survive at least long enough to figure out how to get off of whatever planet they land on, but they're not just trying to survive strange planets. There's also the fact that the Galra are going to be hunting them, no doubt.
That train of thought isn't helping matters, though. Keith nods jerkily and falls into step at Shiro's right side, trailing after him into Black. It's not quite the same comforting pulse as when he's sitting in Red's seat, but it's comforting being in here, all the same. One hand presses gently to the console and he feels Red's resulting pulse of relief that he made it to Black safe and sound and found one of his own. She'll move closer once she's self-repaired some, which means Keith feels a little more relieved. Two semi-in-commission Lions is better than nothing. ]
Sit down.
[ He knows what his injures are and he knows he can stand, but he doesn't know Shiro's and he's not about to let him put on the tough leader face when they're out in the middle of the desert, injured, with nothing to do but take care of it.
Some part of him is bracing for what he thinks is the inevitable discussion about him being stupid enough to go after Zarkon directly, which, okay, he'll take because it was stupid but the rest of him is pissed. Allura had to have known about him - that he had a bayard, Shiro's bayard. How much else don't they know? ]
It's just my arm and my head, where else are you hurt?
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because whatever allura's reasons, shiro figures they have to be good ones. trusts her still — even now. that much, the princess has earned, shiro believes, her trust in he and the others of the galaxy garrison and how she saved his life, tossing him that pod, sacrificing herself in the process, are just two examples that come to mind, solidifying shiro's belief in her. besides, if it had been him in her place, he probably would have done the same, for he was a stranger, a former prisoner of the galra empire with a cybernetic arm of their making. and if that was what had caused her to initially mistrust him, then shiro can't blame her for it. he still can't. not when his mind is still scrambled, the details of his year away enslaved still mostly unknown.
with he and keith now inside his lion, black musters power enough to seal up the entrance behind them, the connection the mechanical beast has with its current master instructing it in what to do without shiro having to voice a command or work the lion manually. when they're far enough inside and space for seating becomes available, shiro does as keith says, as agreed, easing himself down gently, beads of sweat sticking the strands of his snow white forelock to his forehead. though he refuses to let his pain show, if he can help it. doesn't want keith thinking any worse about his state than he probably already does. ]
Okay. But after, I'm fixing that sling.
[ shiro tells keith, eyeing his attempt with a look that says it all. ]
I was pretty disorientated from the crash. Mostly it's my side.
[ he explains, peeling his hand away with a hiss to reveal the wound glowing hot beneath his cracked armoured flight suit. offering more words about the fight, the ball of black and purple energy that hit him, and the dual slash shapes it left him with would be more beneficial, but shiro doesn't know what else to say about it. can only hope that it will heal of it's own accord or not become more of a hindrance until they're back aboard the castleship where something can actually be done about it. ]
It stings like a cut, but it doesn't look like one. Whatever Zarkon's witch did, she did with magic. I don't know how to treat it, but Coran and the Princess might, which is why we have to focus all our efforts on getting our lions up and running again so we can make contact with them.
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They're severely outclassed, not knowing much of anything about the Galra or how to fix things that might arise from battles with them - Shiro's injury being the case in point.
Shiro sits gingerly and Keith's stomach twists, not sure he wants to know how much pain Shiro is in to have to sit like that, like every move is deliberate so it doesn't cause more pain. ]
Shiro.
[ It's worse seeing it up close like that, the sickly glow of it through the press of his fingers. Keith's stomach turns in a way that has nothing to do with his own injury or discomfort, gingerly sinking to his knees to reach out his good hand, hovering it over the injury, taking in the sight of the cracked armor.
He should have been able to take Zarkon. He should have been able to end this and instead, they were stuck here and he was barely able to even put a dent in their enemy. Rage boils up all over again, his good hand drawing back, clenching into a fist as he breathes out through his teeth and tries to steady himself. Being pissed isn't going to help anyone, let alone Shiro. He can't do that.
Instead, he rises up and glances around the cabin of Black. ]
I doubt we're gonna find water outside. D'you have any in here? We might be able to rinse it and bandage it if you have anything.
[ He's not even sure if that's going to do any good or if it's magic, because of course the alien space witch would have magic and of course Shiro would end up taken by her again and of course Keith can't do a goddamn thing to stop it or fix it. ]
Red's running diagnostics right now. We're close enough that I'll know when she's done, but I don't know how long repairing her is going to take.