MINOR INJURIES MEME

[meemz]

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

fleur | harry potter ( voicetesting! )

[defendit]

General Hux | The Force Awakens

[notaservant]

General Hux wasn't sure what had happened. All he knew was that he was hurt and trying to stop the bleeding. He cursed softly at himself for being careless. It seemed to be minor and something that can be taken care of easily once he got back to his ship and had the proper medkit.

Only he didn't know where here was. For now, he sacrificed the lining of his heavy grey coat to wrap the wound on his arm. He tried to find some kind of familiarity of this area, only everything appeared to be so...outdated. He was just lucky that the street was pretty much empty.

[defendit]

Strange things happen every day. Ever since Fleur graduated from Beauxbatons and decided to make a life for herself in London, though she has settled, there has always been and air of discontent. They all saw Cedric Diggory's fallen body in the pitch, they all heard Harry Potter cry out that You Know Who had returned.

The dust hasn't had time to settle, but she at least has had some time to find normalcy in her life again. There are many things she likes about London, other than the opportunity to improve her English. She's just on her way out after morning shift at Gringotts when she stumbles – literally – upon a fallen man. Bleeding, it looks like.

"'Ere," she says, rushing to his side with a furrowed brow, sharply French in sound. "You must go to hospital." Fleur is careful to pronounce the H this time. She does not reach out to touch him, but she does slip a hand into her wizarding robes to grip her wand.

[notaservant]

He forced himself to kneel as he looked at the young woman. She had a strange heavy accent, but she spoke clear enough for him to understand what she was saying. "No, I don't need the hospital. I just need to get this cleaned up and wrapped. I'll be fine," he spoke in a soft firm tone. Even though he sounded calm there was some confusion in his expression.

He really didn't want a crowd to form or others to try to force him to the hospital. It wasn't necessary. He eyed the strange stick...weapon in her hand.

[defendit]

"You have collapsed in the middle of the walkway," she points out without missing a beat. Instead of reaching for his other arm, she utters a quick healing spell, meant to put a stop to the bleeding, the next meant to clean the wound and the fabric wrapped around his arm. This all happens in a flash of soft blue and green light.

"That should 'elp," she decides, crouching in an undignified manner to look him over, decidedly ignoring his protests. There is another sentence on her lips, but she stops when she finally looks at his face, strained but determined, and she gasps softly. That is one face she hadn't expected to see. Especially since she left Bill Weasley back in the office.

[notaservant]

He blinked up in surprise. "I don't understand. How did you do that?"

The only thing Hux could think of was the Force...but they never had to use a stick. She had clearly used it to heal him. This was becoming a really strange day for him. Almost like a dream.

He tried to study her face, looking for any kind of recognition. She seemed to know him, but he certainly did not.

[defendit]

She almost says his name, but doesn't. This isn't him. It is uncanny, but this isn't him. How strange.

Still, Fleur does not avert her gaze, unabashed in her looking when she slips her want back into a secret pocket in her dark blue overcoat. "You do not know?" Muggles do not wander into this part of town, she knows that for sure, unless they are escorted by a family member or spouse. Perhaps his memories have been tampered with.

"Where have you come from?"