bakerstreet | 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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[He hates to think he's about to cause her more pain - but he knows that its for her good. Binding her arm down will keep it locked in place which will keep it from being jostled.

He hasn't said it but he's hoping that the ships they took out didn't send out a beacon to bring in more of their kind. Or, if they did, that the castle gets here first. If things don't go their way though... the more stable she is the better.]

Good. Just settle it against you in whatever way feels most comfortable. I'm not going to tie this down too tight but it's going to be enough to keep it from moving around. [He's trying not to cause her to move her back or neck or head too much. So far she's moving stiffly but not badly and he isn't about to risk doing anything that would jar that balance. Having to cart her out of the acrid air of her cockpit was enough already. Once she's settled, he leans in and gets to work, movement steady and efficient, careful not to jostle her any more than he has to.]

You're doing great. Just a little bit more and we'll be done.

[She uses her good hand to settle the bunk arm as best she can, in a way that isn't a constant stream of unholy pain. It still hurts, but slightly less. At least until Shiro goes at it. And he's good, knows what he's doing, very effective, efficient, as he is in everything he does.

But she still has to bite her lip, inhale as sharply as she dares. Tries not to squirm away. He wouldn't do this if he had another, better option. Just breathe through it. Just keep breathing. The ache lingers even after he's through, and she waits for the bout to subside before trying anything else.

Distraction? Distraction.] Did you learn a lot of field medicine in the Garrison...?

[Like he's said before, she's tough. She takes the pain like a champ and he appreciates it. She even holds still for him until he's finished and he stops the second he is, taking his hands away so she can have some time to recover. He'll work on her knee in a minute but - one thing at a time.]

Hm? [Her question has him looking up and for a minute it feels like she's asking him about someone else's life. But then he exhales and no, its his life and he nods.] What I could. They had extra courses you could take, outside of the required ones. I thought, if I was going to be a long range pilot, than I should learn everything I could. Out there - its just your small group to rely on if anything goes wrong and I thought the more positions I could help with, the safer our group would be. [It's skirting close to mentioning the mission itself, and her brother and father, and he's not sure she wants to go there. So he shrugs.] Took some courses in food prep too. But trust me, I'm a better nurse.

Can't go wrong with genetically engineered peas. [Her laugh is strained and quiet, through the ebbing pain.] Hunk's probably better in the kitchen than all of us combined anyway. ...No offense, Shiro, but I just can't imagine you cooking. Maybe you should give it a go. I'd suck at it.

[Just keep breathing. Breathing is good. Breathing is nice. And hearing Shiro breathe nearby in the cockpit is nice, too. His calm voice keeping her grounded.] I'm glad I finally get to be a pilot. I didn't even have to take any extra courses. I just needed an alien mecha to like me.

[He hums a sound, both amusement at her joke and affection. Because he remembers her father claiming to love those as well and it both hurts and feels reassuring to be reminded of it.

They'd find her dad and her brother. It was a silent promise he'd made right from the beginning. Giving her a chance to catch her breath, he sits back on his heels for a moment.]

Hey, any food you can eat afterward is cooking. I don't burn water or anything. [His smile goes a little crooked.] But yeah. We'll keep Hunk in charge of making the food. You and I can be useful in other ways.

[After a moments pause, he shifts over.] Okay, going to wrap up your knee now. Mostly just to keep anything for jarring. This shouldn't hurt as bad at all. [He raises his eyes to look at her and his smile softens.] The alien mecha not only likes you - it trusts you. I think you should give yourself some credit for that. To hear the princess talk, that's no small thing.

Yeah, well. [She breathes out slowly, knowing that the hard part is over as far as wrapping parts of her up is concerned.] They only had a couple of us to choose from, right? They could've just been picking and choosing from what there was to pick and choose from.

But we get along really well. Allura had us pegged from the start. Could you imagine anyone else being in Black? Because I sure can't. [She stretches her leg out, ready for a wrap, the rest of her sagging back in the seat.] And that's no small thing, either.

[Shiro's not sure if he believes in destiny or not. He didn't used to. Now...? Now some days he thinks maybe he does, for some parts of people's lives at least and some days he's sure that its all just a reassuring notion that isn't really there at all. Maybe the five of them were all the lions had to work with and so beggers hadn't been choosers.

But - it was funny how the signs had indicated he was going to return on the night he'd returned. Funny how blue hadn't lit things up until Lance had walked into the cave. Funny how each of the lions seemed completely perfect for each of their pilots.

Sometimes coincidences were just coincidences. Sometimes... they sure seemed like more.]

I could see Keith working with Black. Though I think Red is a better fit. [Gentle he started wrapping her knee.] In fact, I could see most of you working with Black. You've all got leadership qualities and you all put each other and the mission as priorities. Some of you still need to grow into them... [Because the thought of Black and Lance working together was - challenging.] But you've all got what it takes.

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