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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It.. you don't mind?

[Ren can't hide his surprise, and it quickly turns into warm smile.]

I've always been a chatterbox, though I try not to say anything useless, boring, or anything like that.

[Anyway, he holds still, and adjusts his posture slightly to help himself brace against movement without tensing up the affected shoulder.]

...Yeah, gotcha. Out always hurts worse than in.

[Admittedly, he's under the impression that Fenris is just going to yank it out of him, which is fine by him. Perfectly fine.

[He also realizes that he's at a further loss for words, and snorts.]

Well, this is weird. For once I don't know what else to say. Other than this. But it doesn't feel... bad. Just different.

And, uh, I'll try not to scream when you pull that sucker out.

I don't mind. I mean that. I don't find it boring at all.

[There were times when idle chatter could be a nuisance, but this really isn't one. He nods, preparing, knowing that this will have to be done swiftly to work right.]

I'll count down... ready yourself... three... two... one...

[After that, he gives a swift, strong and sudden tug of the arrow to start pulling at it. It comes out as easily as such a thing could, though of course, once he sets that aside, the next thing is to work on stopping the bleeding. It can be a dangerous thing if not dealt with right away, but he's ready, pressing a cloth against the wound.]

[Ren does his best to keep his muscles relaxed, though his body instinctively tenses up as soon as he feels the arrow start to pull out. And he does scream as it's forced out, his whole body shaking from the agony coursing through his body.

[He curses, the sounds of the words mixed between common and native, but he still holds still as best as he can, despite his body trembling so.]

Ohhhh, Maker that was awful!

[But he's relieved, too. The worst of that is over.]

Note... to self. Find a blacksmith, and modify the crap out of my armor so maybe I won't have to go through that again anytime soon.

Gods, that hurt worse coming out than it did going in!

Terrible, isn't it? [Fenris nods agreement, his expression briefly turning sympathetic. It's not pleasant, he certainly knows that, but Ren seems to have dealt with it as well as could be expected.]

The hardest part is over. Now it just has to heal. It could have been much worse... [He's working on cleaning and bandaging the area now, there's quite a great deal of blood, but he's doing what he can for it.] Time and plenty of potions ought to ease the pain and help it heal. Though your thought about improved armor isn't such a bad idea... We could make that our next stop.

[The armor needs repairs anyway, he may as well look into strengthening it at the same time.]

[At first, Ren just groans in reply, listening. He stays relaxed as much as possible, patiently waiting for Fenris to finish tending to such a wound.]

Mnnn. Sure. Once the pain is dealt with, we can take a look and see what we can do.

[He's not at all bothered by all the blood, at least, and he only sucks in a breath whenever the wound is touched, but nothing particularly noisy.]

What about yours? If you're hard up on money if it needs anything, consider letting me pitch in?

[Despite the pain, Ren's expression is warm as he turns his head a bit to look at Fenris.]

[Pain is something you just get used to... or at least, that's Fenris' view of it. He's so used to it by now that he can't imagine it any other way. At least between the two of them, neither is squeamish. It makes dealing with inevitable injuries all the easier. He continues carefully cleaning and patching up the wound, taking it as slowly as he can manage.]

As long as you pace yourself, I don't see why not. [He doubts a fight will erupt anywhere they'd be going to look into the armor, anyway.] I appreciate that. Are you sure though? At the very least, I don't think I'll need to have too much done, anyway...

[Ren flinches sometimes when it really hurts, but otherwise he's very calm and still.]

Yeah. Besides, not every day someone pulls an arrow out of me, and then so very kindly patches me up.

[It's hard to tell his intentions, precisely, but his tone is kind and playful.]

Further still, some people are not always comfortable to give something without compensation in return, I've learned.

[Ren is rather fickle with the clients he serves - certainly, he goes for jobs that actually offer coin as a reward, but he has taken quite a few jobs with only his own deeds to satisfy him - and satisfy him, they do.]

So if it bothers you for me to do this for you, I understand if you feel the need to repay me in turn. Even so, I consider knowing that someone I care about has another measure of safety - even if it's something like this - is recompense enough.

[Never mind that his feelings did extend towards how attractive he found Fenris - broody nature and all - but it wasn't something that he really intended on confessing to unless the timing felt right. He already garnered that Fenris was the sort to rarely let anyone close. He did not want to reach too close and give him any sense of unease.

[Maybe it was deceptive, keeping quiet. Ren wasn't sure.]

I do what I can. How does that feel now?

[He's gotten the blood cleared away, and is starting to wrap it up. The good thing, as far as he can tell, is that it should heal just fine... it's not a complicated wound or anything. That's a relief, overall. Just some time and potions to help that along ought to be enough.]

I'm not used to anyone doing... anything for me like that. It's not that I don't like it, it's just... not something I would have expected. [He'd been on the run for so long that he just got used to looking after himself, keeping his things in order, not relying on anyone, not being able to trust most anyone. And before that... well. No one did him favors before that.] But if you mean that... if it's important to you... it seems wrong not to accept. [He's unsure how to handle this, but he looks over at Ren curiously for a moment.] I care for you as well.

[Hearing that, Ren's ears turn almost as red as his hair. He clears his throat slightly, hesitating to reply at first. He's not used to hearing others claim - no, admit - that they care about him.]

Er, yeah. Yeah, your well-being matters to me. But it's not wrong for you to decline. You have the ability, so by all means, use it.

[Slowly, he shifts his arm, hissing slightly from the lingering pain, but glad that the bandages hold steady even when he moves.]

Feels good so far. Okay. One down.

[Carefully leaning forward, he takes some time to pull off a boot in order to undo his trousers and roll it off one leg completely, revealing a bloodsplattered and stained, white thigh-high stocking. Gingerly, he starts rolling its hem down a bit, down past his knee, so he can try to contort his body a bit and inspect the damage.]

Why, oh why, couldn't it have been on my lap instead.

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