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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McCree was still moving slowly and having some balance problems but there were no signs of nausea and he could remember new information. Hanzo would have been more worried if that had happened.

He gave McCree a brief once over before tinkering with the radio and sending a message to the rest of the team using a safe frequency. He looked back at Jesse just in time to catch the tired look on his face.

"Ey...you still with me, cowboy?"

"Sure am." He drawled, apparently quite content to just watch Hanzo sleepily. His thoughts were still flowing like syrup, slow and sticky. Mostly he was thinking about Hanzo's sharp features, the regal elegance and superiority he carried himself with even in battle.

"You're like a dragon, aren't ya?" He mumbled, brain to mouth filter failing him. "All power and beauty and all that. Ya got a hoard of treasure anywhere?" Maybe that's why he could summon dragons, if he was one or a bit of one himself. It made Jesse wonder what sort of animal he'd end up calling upon if he could do such a thing.

The ex-assassin had been called powerful before, it came with his job, but this was the first time the word 'beautiful' was throw in his direction. He knew that the cowboy probably didn't mean anything by it but the casual tone still made his ears turn slightly pink. He turned sharply, busying himself looking for a medical kit before answering.

"No. I do not have many possessions, the most valuable one is my bow. Besides, Asian dragons do not guard treasures typically."

Once he found the kit and inspected its contents, Hanzo grabbed the antiseptic and a clean cloth and turned towards McCree. He wanted to give the wound a good look and clean it if it was matted with blood. While he didn't bother asking Jesse for permission first, Hanzo kept talking to keep McCree distracted.

"Eastern dragons are connected to the sky, they guard tombs and allow those who perish to ascend to the heavens after death. Your dragons...seem to guard treasures for the sake of doing so."

"I don't get it either." He leaned into Hanzo's touch, only hissing a little at the antiseptic's sting. His gaze flicked to Hanzo's tattoo, following it down his arm. "Think I prefer your dragons though. Makes me think of them viking angels, the women who take fallen warriors to their resting place or something like that."

If he was more coherent he'd be talking about the valkyrie and Valhalla - he had asked Angie about her suit and it led to that little lesson.

"Wonder what animal would come firing outta my gun if I had powers like yours." He rumbled, closing his eyes to let Hanzo do what he was doing with him.

"Almost done, don't act like a child."

The injury didn't look too bad, just a minor cut that would heal on its own without the need of stitches. The hit on itself would have been the worse part, and once McCree had a few hours or a day of rest he should be as fine as ever. Hanzo had a lot of practice taking care of unfortunate injuries, people like him couldn't afford to go to hospitals, it would be too risky.

His hand faltered for a mere second when McCree complimented his dragons. Instead of saying anything and risking embarrassing himself, Hanzo gave the question a serious thought.

"A wolf. They represent freedom, sharp intelligence and deep connection with instincts. Also awareness of the importance of social connections, like family." And Hanzo liked wolves too, sue him.

"A wolf? That mean all that nice stuff you just said was about me too?" He opened his eyes, smiling. He didn't often get praise from Hanzo, so he was anticipating some kind of snappy comeback. It was how they worked.

"I meant what I said about you being like a dragon. All regal and deadly. Always been glad I never been on the recieving end of them, they'd eat me alive." Although he had been on the receiving end of a few glares, he could survive those. Those blue, glimmering dragons, jaws open wide and rushing forward like a crashing river to devour.

"What's it feel like when you call em?"

And Hanzo, of course, didn’t disappoint.

“Fishing for praise is undignified.” He did not deny that he meant all that about McCree, though. His eyes lingered on Jesse's smile for a second too long before he forced himself to look away and focus on finishing the task at hand. Hanzo's face lacked the usual stern look he so often shown whenever people were around. He didn't really get praised all that often and he thought he didn't need it but it was still nice to receive it.

"It's hard to explain. They feel powerful, of course, and warm. But it's a bit more than that, they make good companions. They also leave me really tired."

Which was not something he usually shared. Genji knew how much energy took to summon the spirit dragons but it wasn't a weakness they spoke about to others.

"Just means anyone else would be flat on their ass trying to call 'em." Jesse reasoned. He knew Hanzo wouldn't appreciate any sort of pitying or sort of supportive remark. Reminding him that nobody else could summon two huge dragons to sweep across the battlefield seemed like the right thing to do.

He liked the soft look on Hanzo's face. It was so rare to see him with his gaurd down. "I ever tell ya that you're handsome? Cos ya are. But what dya mean about them being companions?" His thoughts were still a little mixed and his brain to mouth filter wasn't working right.

Definitely was the right thing to do. It got a small smile out of the Japanese man when he looked down at the cowboy. Hanzo might be fighting to restore his honor but he was very much a prideful man. He liked to think McCree's comments were sincere too. When the praise change from his abilities to his looks unexpectedly, however, Hanzo blinked and stammered a reply out of sheer confusion.

"I...no, it's not something I hear often." Mostly he heared yelling in his direction whenever he showed up somewhere. Yazukas didn't stop shooting to tell you how pleasant to the eyes they might find you. Hanzo took a step back after he was finished checking the injury and left the antiseptic and cloth on the table.

"I've been alone for over 10 years. I got nothing and no one, they were the only ones keeping me company."

He wasn't sure why was he telling McCree so much about his life. Maybe he was feeling lovely again or the scare he got when he saw Jesse fall after being hit really got to him. Part of Hanzo hoped the man wouldn't remember this conversation due to the head injury.

It was a mighty shame that people didn't say more nice things to Hanzo. At least in Jesse's opinion. He looked so good when he smiled or even when he just wasn't scowling away.

"Man, I woulda liked some company the years I spent alone." He lifted his head and slouched back, mind wandering. "But you ain't alone anymore. Ya got...well right now it's just lil ol' me, but everyone else too! And even if the others aren't always nice then I certainly like ya."

Well, that could be taken several ways. It didn't bother Jesse though, since he meant it in several ways. He tipped his hat to Hanzo. "Reckon I owe ya for this, don't I?"

MINOR INJURIES MEME

A real serious one? 7 to 10 days. But we can say McCree only got a light one

Being confused for a week D: ...wait that's just my life

Haha well it's more like being sick-ish, dizzy and tired

Tired and weak brain-to-mouth filter is what I'm going with here :x

Sounds good 83 a recipe for disaster and fun too

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