injured/hurt meme

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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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[godslay]

It's not my fault if you are insecure about your performance.

[ u see what she did there.

of course, at the flick of water, she just raises an eyebrow at him with that same flat look of, "are you serious?"

but it doesn't stop her from reaching out to wet her hand and flick water right back at his face. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter barks out a laugh in spite of himself, hearing her words for the two-pronged insult it is. He flinches away as she flicks water into his face, wrinkling his nose in annoyance. ]

I am 100% secure in the high quality of my performance, Gamora. [ This, in a flat, solemn way, like swearing an oath, even as a smile threatens to curl his lips.

He regards her for another half-second longer, before he finally lets that smile spread on his face. ]

I’m always willing to demonstrate, you know. [ The waggle of his eyebrows and the brightness in his eyes gives it away as a joke. After all, Peter learned his lesson to not mess with Gamora, and that lesson came on the edge of an impossibly sharp blade.

Doesn’t keep him from thinking about it, though.

(A lot. Often. Far too much.) ]

[godslay]

[ gamora just levels him with that same, unimpressed (and mildly exasperated) look she gets whenever quill starts to flirt with her. ]

I think you already demonstrated quite well in the club.

[ she looks away from him to start wetting the cloth, cleaning off her hands, and adding mildly, ]

And I still had to do all of the work.

[ he shot the sniper, sure, but the difficult part was absolutely making sure quill didn't die, because he's apparently not quick enough to prevent that on his own (this time. sometimes).

but for the sake of insulting him and shrugging off the joking offer with a similar level of innuendo, she'll continue to mess with him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wastes a second or two just spluttering in outrage. His voice is a few shades higher than normal. ]

Excuse you? You did all the work?

[ Peter glowers, turning to lean his hip against the counter's edge and jabbing a finger at her, though without actually touching her ]

Did you take down the sniper? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I was the one who did that. And I did a damn fine job of it, even if I have to say so myself.

[godslay]

[ honestly, it's worth it just for quill's indignation. seeing him bent out of shape is amusing in its own right, and she just glances at him out of the corner of her eye, trying not to give away the flicker of entertainment as she continues washing away dark, dried blood. ]

If I hadn't taken the bullet, would you have had the opportunity to dispose of the sniper? Because I'm certain you would have been much less effective laying in your own blood.

[ so, clearly, she did the hard part. taking down a sniper? e a s y. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

... I—

I mean—

[ That definitely brings him up short, because—

... shit. She sort of has a point. ]

Okay, right, but— If I hadn't, like— I mean, if it hadn't been for—

Right. Right, okay, well—

[ And he keeps floundering for a few more seconds before he finally falls quiet, frowning in the middle distance between them.

Then, with all the maturity a man like Peter can muster, he picks up the roll of tape and tosses it at her. ]

Shut up.

[ #nailedit. ]

[godslay]

As I recall, you started the argument on your "performance." You have no one to blame but yourself.

[ #winner

if gamora was more prone to gloating, she'd be doing a whole lot of that right now. she looks vaguely smug anyway, but instead of tossing the tape right back, she lets a bit of water pool into her palm—

—and then splashes it at him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

What're you talking about? You're the one who—

[ Ah, hang on. Peter's attempt at defending himself is rudely interrupted by a handful of water to the face, and he yelps in surprise, flinching away. ]

What the hell, man?!

[ He wipes the water off his face with a grimace. ]

Oh, real mature, Gamora.

[ he says, a bastion of maturity, who both started this water fight and sustains it by flicking the excess water right back at her. ]

You can't try and win arguments by drowning me.

[godslay]

[ gamora just raises an eyebrow as she runs the cloth over her forearm. ]

Many conflicts could be solved by drowning you, actually. You're no longer able to argue after that.

[ which might have been misconstrued as a real threat with anyone else, but with quill, she likes to think he knows she wouldn't actually kill him.

...unless he did something that legitimately deserved it, but she doesn't expect that, strangely enough.

she flicks water clinging to her fingers at him again, but partially to get the moisture off as she sets about carefully pulling her shirt over the gauze. she uses the wet cloth to clean around the bandages, wiping dark blood from green skin, though it's traveled lower than her hip, smeared across her torso rather gruesomely. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He’s silent for a second, then, ]

Jesus. That is ridiculously morbid.

[ But he says it with levity, apparently unbothered by her logic. It says quite a lot – either about him or about his level of comfort with her – that threats of drowning leave him amused more than anything. The next flick of water earns her a sullen look, but he doesn’t retaliate. For now, anyway.

He reaches over to a roll of paper towels, tearing off a piece to wipe off the water on his face and hands. The blood on her side makes him wince all over again, and he balls up the paper a little more roughly than necessary. ]

You gonna be alright? [ That undisguised concern again. ]

[godslay]

[ she doesn't miss the concern (hard to, when it's so clear in quill's tone), and she just glances up at him, shrugging off the worry with a flat look. ]

Why wouldn't I be?

[ she's handled a lot worse in the past, and now that the bullet is out, everything should knit back together properly. ]

The damage isn't as extensive as you think.

[ she wipes away more of the blood, trying to get up what she can without taking a shower yet.

to be fair, on someone else, this could have been fatal or at least far more debilitating. gamora is just fortunate that her anatomy and her enhancements make her a whole lot harder to kill. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

It looks pretty extensive.

[ This, with a pointed little jerk of his chin toward the bloodied cloth in her hands. Because holy hell, that’s way too fucking much. His shoulders drop a little as he sighs. ]

I’m just, you know. Trying to offer a hand, here. I mean, I’m not so completely useless that I can’t help you out if you need it.

[godslay]

[ gamora pauses in cleaning herself up, considering him for a long, quiet moment, like she's gauging his intentions, deciding whether or not this is worth budging an inch. ]

Fine. That will make this faster.

[ which is actually gamora agreeing to let quill help clean her up. of course, if he tries anything, he'll be quickly reacquainted with one of her smaller knives, but for now, if he wants to help her wipe up some of the blood (or add more gauze to the wound on her side, because it's already starting to bleed through again), she'll accept the help. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Another pause of surprise, because part of him thought he'd have to insist more, that he'd have to pull out one of the speeches he has chambered about teamwork and trusting one another and his usual bullshit.

He'll save it for a rainy day, he guesses.

Peter moves to grab another cloth, but he sees the way blood still blossoms through the gauze, and he frowns. ]

Should I redo that? [ With a quick nod to the wound. ] Maybe you oughta be sitting for this.

[godslay]

[ really, if gamora can save herself from a bit of quill's usual bullshit, she'll take that potential out, and knowing how stubborn he is, it's not unreasonable for her to expect he'll try to insist more until she either finishes or gives in.

she glances down at the bandaging, then gives a dismissive little shrug. ]

The gauze could stand to be replaced, but I'm having no trouble standing.

[ though moving around is probably not her best plan while she heals. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He purses his lips, unimpressed, fishing out new dressing. ]

I meant, maybe it wouldn't be a terrible idea to be resting while you're still healing. Instead of trying to throw water in my face.

That's all.

[godslay]

Then perhaps you should have said that instead.

[ except she'd argue just as much if he had, because that's what she does when he frets over her. but admittedly, it's probably the walking around that's making the wound bleed all over again, so. maybe she should be resting. maybe. ]

I wanted to do something about this mess.

[ but if he's going to replace the gauze, she should...probably sit again.

reluctantly, she leaves the cloth by the sink, and goes to settle (carefully) into the chair. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out a breath – mild exasperation rather than any real annoyance – before he scoops up the roll of tape he had thrown earlier. Once she's sitting, kneeling in front of her again. ]

The mess can wait till after you stop bleeding everywhere. Because at this rate, you're seriously just gonna get blood on the decks, and I kind of don't appreciate it.

[ Teasing, even if it's true. Dried blood is awfully difficult to scrub up.

His touch is gentle as he sets back to work, peeling up the tape, replacing the gauze. He's intent on his work, using the same sort of focus someone else might use when disarming a live bomb. ]

How long is this gonna take to heal up?

[godslay]

Considering the state of the ship as a whole, I think blood is the least of what needs to cleaned off the decks.

[ teasing in return, even if it's said with her usual deadpan.

she watches him changing the bandages, her eyes hawk-like as she follows the movements of his hands. ]

The healing time will not be so long that you'll have any reason to continue with your concern.

[ it's another way to brush him off, because even if she's letting him help, she still doesn't know how to really accept the way he worries over her. at least with the bullet out, the healing will go much more smoothly, and she trusts that soon enough, she'll easily be back to full strength. but giving her body time to recover isn't the worst plan.

and then, to try actually easing some of his anxiety: ]

...it should close within the next hour.

[ there will still be internal mending, but the wound itself won't be open and exposed, and that's progress. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

It's not that bad.

[ The ship is, in fact that bad, and one of these days, the interior of the Milano could probably do with a hosing down. But Peter, being a filthy slob, has grown fond of his particular brand of messy. If asked, he can generally fish things out of their respective piles. Generally. Like, a good 70% of the time.

... Or, you know. 55%, bare minimum.

Peter can practically feel her eyes on him, her gaze practically a physical weight against his skin, but he tries his best to ignore it. He's not sure if she's watching him like that because she doesn't trust him, in the same way she doesn't trust anyone, or if she doesn't trust him, on account of him being Peter Quill. Or it could just be she doesn't trust his work, which is probably fair, too.

In any case, second verse, same as the first: pressing the pad against the wound to staunch the bleeding – again. Waiting for the bleeding to slow, only instead of replacing the gauze, he merely places a second piece of dressing on top of it; Gamora is ridiculously stubborn, sometimes, and he knows even if he nags, even if he pokes and prods and tells her until he's blue in the face that she needs to keep still, she'll probably ignore him.

(They all ignore him, most of the time. It'd be more infuriating if he wasn't so used to it.)

Doesn't mean he won't try, though. So as he's taping this new dressing in place, ]

You really should try and take it easy till then. We've only got so many bandages on board, you know.

[godslay]

[ gamora just gives him a look. ]

It's still disgusting. You would not be able to see blood on these floors.

[ which is a mild exaggeration, but just barely.

there's a flicker of discomfort that crosses her face when quill adds the extra dressing, but she at least keeps still, doesn't squirm or shift while he tapes everything down. ]

That seems like it would be your fault for being unprepared, not a reason for me to avoid needing more bandages.

[ she hates that he has a point, though. she'll want to take it easy even after her wound has closed over, so as not to aggravate everything internally, but that doesn't mean she likes the idea of minimizing her activity even before that. the bleeding will slow as it should, but...she probably is making it worse by not staying put in the meantime. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A little defensively, a little pointedly, and he cuts her a sharp look, ] We're plenty prepared. But just because we have all these bandages doesn't give you an excuse to go through them all like tissues.

[ With the gauze taped in place, he rocks back to sit on the deck, frowning up at her. ]

I mean, I get it. You're a badass. You think that nearly getting killed is just another Tuesday. What doesn't kill you is a mild inconvenience, or whatever. But you're just— you can't just—

[ Peter may be freaking out a little. ]

[godslay]

[ there's something in peter's tone, in the way he trips over his own words as that edge creeps into his voice, that startles gamora to ease the fierceness in her gaze — the look isn't soft, but it isn't the same stony, unamused glare she might give him otherwise in response to his fretting. ]

—Peter.

[ she cuts him off with his given name (a rarity, if there ever was one), and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she looks him in the eye. ]

The wound will close over in an hour. I will be fully healed within a matter of days, and I am very clearly alive. The worst is past, and there's no need to continue berating yourself or pushing your concern onto me. I can promise you I won't do anything reckless to worsen this situation, if that eases your mind.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The tone of her voices catches his attention, arrests him mid-free fall (because it was nothing but a free fall, some weird, spiraling sensation of pitching face-first into panic), and he grits his teeth.

Hell, he was supposed to be the calm one, here. Peter's not the leader in so many words (in fact, he's pretty sure none of them would call him the leader except himself), but he's something. Most days he's not the guy holding the reins or the guy in control or really anything but The Dude with the Ship. But every once in a while, when things start going to shit, someone turns to him, waits expectantly for his opinion, and he feels that weird prickle inching up his spine. Some weird cocktail of excitement and anxiety. A voice that whispers, Finally, and another that goes, Oh, fuck.

Today, it's mostly, Oh, fuck. ]

It's just—

[ He falters, turning to scowl down at the deck. ]

That was— a lot of fucking blood, Gamora.

[godslay]

I know.

[ she's perfectly aware. she'd left that club covered in it, had seen it pouring down her side, and she knows that for someone else, the bullet could have easily been lethal, could have been worse if it was even just a few more inches into her side.

she knows.

but she's alive, and that's what matters, that's what she focuses on. ]

But it was still better than the alternative.

[ because if peter had taken that bullet, she doubts they would be having this conversation. ]