injured/hurt meme

[wasamazing]

THE INJURED/HURT MEME

Injured by your own hand or someone else's, you still need help to get you through it. Let's hope someone finds you before it's too late!

This meme contains triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.

- Post your character, name/series/preferences in the subject.
- Others go to random.org and roll numbers 1-8 to choose a scene!
- Play it out!

1. Stabbed. You were stabbed, maybe multiple times.
2. Shot. You were shot either once or multiple times.
3. Broken bone(s). You're suffering broken bones.
4. Head injury. Enjoy that concussion...
5. Beaten. You were beaten to a bloody pulp.
6. Used. You were used for some kind of physical labor to the point you can't move anymore... or maybe it was more base than just 'labor'.
7. Abuse. Your injuries stem from a long period of abuse and torture.
8. Other. Is there something else? Want to combine something? Do so here!

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[shotfuns]

[I'm always a fan of abusing Gabe, but I'm down with hurting Jack, if you'd rather! They're both pretty sturdy thanks to the good old US gub'mint, so honestly, the more serious the better lol.]

[strikecommand]

(awwriiight let's beat up gabe. any other prefs? would you like to start or shall I?)

[shotfuns]

[If you wouldn't mind starting? I'm about to go to bed and I wouldn't be able to start until like Sunday, due to a shitty work schedule. I have no real prefs for the injury, but would prefer nothing involving sexual assault. Not triggering or squicky, I'm just not really interested in it! Other than that, go crazy!]

[strikecommand]

(thumbs ups! I'll try and get something up for us tomorrow.)

[strikecommand]

[It never gets easier, really--the more logical part of him understands that this is an occupational hazard. They're soldiers, peacekeeping operatives. They put themselves in the line of fire on a near-daily basis, see each other off on missions knowing that all it takes is one piece of misplaced intel to send everything pear-shaped, and no amount of preparation can account for the tiniest hidden factor. He likes to think he's come to terms with all of it, the inherent dangers of what they do, but then something like this happens and Jack is fighting down panic all over again.

He takes a small team with him in response to the request for backup--which Gabriel rarely calls for, so that's how Jack knows it's probably bad. Tasking the handful of agents to fan out and secure the facility, he's the one who makes a beeline for where Reyes' location is pinging on his visor.

Not that he needs to use it, when there's a perfectly serviceable trail of blood and property damage the whole way there. Jack enters the room rifle first, but lowers it when he finds there's only one occupant.]

Bad guys got away, huh?

[The dryness in his voice masks a real relief--Reyes is clearly injured and they're going to need to get medical attention sooner rather than later, but he's alive, and that's what matters to Jack.]

[shotfuns]

"You forgot to check your corners, Morrison," Gabriel said. He was collapsed in a stack of crates, sidearm still in one hand, and his other pressed to his side.

But, sure enough, there are four men, nearly behind the door, all dead.

Still, Gabriel's well on his way to following them: he's nursing a gut shot, and there's a rough bandage tied around his upper thigh. He's pale from blood loss and sweaty from pain, but he's conscious for now.

"But God, I am glad to see your ugly mug." He grins and chuckles weakly.

[strikecommand]

At that, Jack glances to either side of the door to find that Gabriel has, predictably, already taken care of them. He'd apologize for being sloppy if they didn't expect this from each other already--always rushing into things. He's not about to stop.

It's difficult for him to hide the pinch of concern in his eyebrows, but otherwise he's all business, closing the distance to Gabriel's side in an instant and trying to assess the damage.

"Here."

He's already unclipping a biotic field, pressing the button to activate it and setting it on the ground. It's not going to much, given the state of Gabriel's injuries, but it should slow the bleeding and buy them some time--it looks like they need it.

"Medical evac is waiting. All you gotta do is stay with me, Reyes. Think you can stand?"

[shotfuns]

The biotic field won't do much - he'd already used one when he'd taken the bullet to the leg, and his body is saturated with nanobots already, but they'll help the wound on his side clot and give him more pain deadening, which is going to be enough, probably.

"Stand, sure... Maybe not walk, though." Gabriel lets his handgun fall to the side - he's out of ammunition anyways - and instead lifts his hand to his throat.

It's a partially unconscious gesture. He'd just been in a huge fight and was now suffering from heavy blood loss, but he checks on the dog tags on their chain around his throat, and the gold band strung alongside them. Habit, reassuring himself that he still had them.

[strikecommand]

Jack will have no trouble supporting Gabriel's full weight--they're built to do such things, after all, and they've hauled each other out of worse scrapes. His eyes follow Gabriel's hands to his neck, knowing what they're grasping for, and he tries to swallow down any lingering worry. This is a mission, and he's not about to lose focus.

"Carrying you out of here, then," he says, trying to sound more confident than he really is. "You get to pick how."

He'll let Gabriel lean on him in the meantime, trying to get him stable before he jostles them both again. The last thing he wants is to move before he's ready.

"Bridal style? Or I could sling you over my shoulder."

[shotfuns]

"Carry me bridal style if you want to die, Morrison," Gabriel growls, but his hand is clenched at Jack's body armor, his shoulders and back tense. He's shaking all over, and he's starting to get dizzy. "Let's get out of here," he amends.

[strikecommand]

"You're lucky I'm nice." More talking to pull the attention away from the reality of the situation, the joking just bravado to mask his own worry. There's no room for it on a mission. "Giving you a choice."

Jack shifts, adjusting his position so that he can better support Gabriel's weight fully. He'll pause just a moment before taking it all on, wanting to give him proper warning.

"Ready?"