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

[aduenam]

[Alex laughs, trying to look at the tip of his nose when he's kissed him.]

Yeah, that's a given. I ain't trying again. You think Washington is gonna yell at me a lil bit?

[workingon3]

Maybe a little. [ he shrugs. It wouldn't be out of character for Washington to be Disappointed by something like this.]

But don't worry, he'll get over it. You're one of his faves.

[aduenam]

[A hum. On one side there's a sense of pride, a sense of... accomplishment at that. But also a weird kind of unpleasant feeling in his stomach because he likes feeling like he's worked for everything he has.

He doesn't like to be given chances no one else gets.]

Guess so. But I could just lie about what happened? [Lying to Laf: no. Lying to Washington: eeeeh.]

[workingon3]

[ a frown. ]

You're very intent on lying about this, aren't you?

[aduenam]

[A shrug.]

You think he deserved it. Don't think everyone else would agree.

[workingon3]

[He sighs and runs a hand through Alexander's hair.]

What's it matter what anyone else thinks? He did deserve it. You know that, I know that, I'm just mad I didn't beat ya to it.

[aduenam]

[Alex just grins. He’s aware, on some level, that they shouldn’t enable each other like this. But said level is buried deep in his mind, and he’d rather just focus on how many people John and he will have to punch to make the world a slightly better place.

Or a slightly more tolerable one, anyway.]

We could go find someone else for you to punch. World is filled with jerks.

[workingon3]

[ John laughs. ]

You just wanna see me get into a fight. I'm onto you, Alexander Hamilton.

[ He leans in for another kiss. He's well aware what seeing him fight tends to do to Alex. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that much. ]

Maybe we should wait until your hand's better. Y'know. In case you need to heroically come to my rescue.

[aduenam]

[He returns the kiss (he treasures every kiss he gets, he's always aware that in some other time he wouldn't have been able to do this). But then he snorts as he listens to him.] The fuck am I gonna do to 'rescue' you? Unless it's yelling at them until they cry for their mama.

[A beat.] Which I guess I could do. You hit them and I make them cry? Sounds like a team.

[workingon3]

[ John laughs, one hand rising up to ruffle Alexander's hair. ]

You mean if I was in trouble you wouldn't come to my rescue? Remind me to never get captured and locked up in a tower somewhere.

[aduenam]

[Alex chuckles, leaning into the touch as he reaches to squeeze one of John's knees with his hand.]

I'd like to see anyone try'n lock you up like that. If anyone in this relationship ends up locked up in a tower that's me, but if the tower has Wi-Fi I'm golden.

[workingon3]

'I'm here to rescue you!' 'Oh, could you come back in like an hour or two? I'm in the middle of a very important blog post on dragon brutality.'

[More chuckling as he leans over and leaves a kiss on Alexander's neck, near his ear.]

I put in all that work, and you don't even wanna leave the tower. I see how it is.

[aduenam]

Maybe. Or maybe you'll have to get inventive to distract me.

[He just wraps his arms around John's waist, pulling him close so he can rest his head in his shoulder with a low hum. Thing is, he doesn't usually... relax. Like, in general. Kicking and moving non stop is the only way you avoid drowning.

But he allows himself to relax a little, with John.]

Thank you. For not judging.

[workingon3]

[ John laughs a little, tilting his own head to rest atop Alexander's. ]

I think I'm the last one who should judge anyone for gettin' into a fight. That, at least, is something you don't gotta worry about.

[aduenam]

[He lets out a noncommittal sound, the nonverbal equivalent to a shrug.]

That's why I love you. Even though you're the worst possible influence. [Pot, kettle.]

[workingon3]

The worst possible? I dunno, I don't think that's right. Remember earlier when I said we shouldn't go punch more people right now? That's gotta count for somethin', right?

[He turns so he's able to leave a kiss in Alex's hair.]

What do I possibly do that makes me the worst? [He asks it with a smile, having a pretty good idea actually but wanting to joke around anyway.]

[aduenam]

[Alex laughs and nudges Lauren's side playfully.]

Did you miss the part where you totally made punching people hot?

[workingon3]

[ John laughs loudly and nudges Alexander right back. ]

I can't help what you find hot, don't blame me for that! Maybe you are the bad influence, making me want to punch people so you'll kiss me or whatever.

[aduenam]

[Alex laughs- and in his defense, only part of it is because John's laughs is the cutest sound in the world. He's only a little bit of a sap, okay.]

Last I checked you didn't need to do anything for me to want to kiss you. That comes naturally. But if you want me to only kiss you after you punch someone who deserves it... [A grin, and a shrug.]

[workingon3]

Heyyyyyyyyy now, when did I ever say that? [and because he can't stand it any longer, a quick peck on Alexander's cheek.] Putting words into my mouth, tsk tsk Alexander. Not fair at all.

[aduenam]

Words everywhere, ‘s what I do.

[He turns to peck John’s cheek back, then reaches for John- but stops himself in time. Right, wrong hand. He’s still hurt. He looks down at his hand, wondering if moving his fingers will make it worse or help with the circulation.] You did a good job, by the way. Experience with your own hand?

[workingon3]

Between all the times I've been hurt, an' my brothers gettin' hurt growing up, I could probably fix anything.

[To be fair, it wasn't so much Harry as it was Jemmy. James was always the more wild kid, possibly even more wild than John.] Well, nearly anythin', I guess. [he says it off-hand, but then gets up to head towards the kitchen.] You want a coke or some water or something?