bakerstreet | MINOR INJURIES;

MINOR INJURIES;

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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Although she had never been a heavy sleeper by nature, Jyn managed not to hear the door, or even footsteps against the floor She vaguely registered the dipping of the bed, but his voice, when she recognized it, felt like it was coming from very far away.

Part of it probably had to do with the medication, but part was certainly due to her dreams, too. "Mm?", she asked, coming around very, very slowly, frowning as she tried to figure out where she was and what was happening. "Cassian .. ? Something happening?"

"It looked like you were having a bad dream," he said gently, still combing her hair back as he looked down at her with as much tenderness as he could muster. Because that's what she needed right now - some tenderness and probably stronger pain meds, but they'll deal. "It's almost time for dinner, are you hungry? I can bring back our food here."

She appreciated it more than she knew how to put into words. Everybody needed to be taken care of and occasion, and the pair of them were no different, even though it was so new. "Oh. Yes, I suppose I was. But it was just a dream, and you're here now."

Her stomach rumbled then, signaling that there was, indeed, a need for food. "If you wouldn't mind. I'm not exactly supposed to be very mobile right now."

He chuckled softly and then leaned down to kiss her. "Okay," he said, his lips still against hers. "I'll be back with food and water." He squeezed her hand and then stood up.

He smiled one last time before leaving to the cafeteria, his heart swelling with something he's only felt before with Jyn.

"See? Doting", she laughed, the sound fading into a pleased little sigh as she used all the willpower in her body to deny herself the pleasure of turning one kiss into three, which would inevitably turn into more. "Thank you."

The moment the door slid shut behind him, she flopped back down onto the bed, wondering how she'd managed to stumble into the best thing in her life despite all the losses they've faced, how it was possible that they even found each other, if such a thing as meant to be even existed.

He returned almost half an hour later since there had been a long line when he got there. He had one tray with all their food and in his other hand were two cups of water. The door slid open and he walked in, smiling at her first time. "I hope you're hungry. I got us seconds." He went and put the cups on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to her with all their food.

By that time, Jyn had managed to sit up straight and try to find as comfortable a position as possible to sit in which wouldn't put any strain on her foot. The door opened, and before Cassian even stepped foot inside, she was returning the smile, more than happy about the thought of the next hours together, uninterrupted.

And food, of course, she was happy about that, too.

"Actually, I'm starving, so that sounds amazing. Thank you for all of this - I ... know it's a hassle, but I appreciate it all the same."

He kissed her next and then handed her a plate with food and a fork, knife, spoon, and napkin. "It's not a hassle. I don't mind at all," he said, looking up at her with a soft smile. He'd spent most of his life alone - caring so little about his own life in the process. He wondered whether anyone would care if he died - the Alliance would function and continue on without him, but he always made it back to Yavin 4 - even when it was too dangerous to extract him from a mission, he still made it back.

Jyn had given his life some purpose, finally, that didn't revolve exclusively around the damn war. "Trust me."

If not for the food now sitting safely in her lap, she'd be more than happy to forego eating in favor of more kissing, but that could wait. Her ever louder stomach could not. She wondered where he disappeared to when he got lost in thoughts, although she never asked. If he wanted to tell her, he would.

But maybe it would help to know that she felt much the same about herself. Sure, she'd done what was asked of her - and more - but now she felt as though she was sort of floundering, unsure of where she belonged, or what she was meant to be doing. A lifetime of restless wandering, and now ... well/i>, now, she's got a reason to stay, something to keep her grounded, someone to consider home.

"I do", she says, glancing at Cassian and sharing a quick, small smile. "With all my heart."

He smiled wider and started eating. "I can find you books to read," he said after a moment. Since she had to stay off her injured foot, she'd be sitting or lying down for most of the day. He figured he should help find something for her to do to occupy her time until she was all healed up.

"For six weeks?", she asked, giggling, before taking her first bite. "I'll read everything three times over before then". She chewed, and considered her options, which were ... limited, to say the least. "Yes, please. I could assist with paperwork, too? Not the most glamorous job in the world, but I'd like to help if I can."

"Sure, I'll see what I can find," he said as he thought it over. Some of his paperwork was classified. He didn't know if she'd be able to have the clearance to handle them - probably not, though. She didn't even have a rank.

She knew that, too, but figured that it couldn't hurt to put the idea out there. It was going to be a long six weeks, and she wouldn't be able to sit and be bored for that long. But she trusted that if she followed doctor's orders, she'd be up and about and better than ever.

She ate for a bit, and eventually set her fork down, wanting to say at least one thing about the accident. Or, needing to, really, to get it off of her chest.

"I know we've been in worse situations, but when that crate began to fall, I was ... terrified. If it had hit just right, I wouldn't be - "

He looked up when she started speaking again - they had fallen into a comfortable silence as they ate. He furrowed his brow as she spoke. "I know," he said when she finished, taking her hand. She wouldn't be here with him right now if it had played out differently. "We don't have to think about it anymore. It's done."

It was difficult to get the words out correctly, but at least she'd managed this. She sighed, and shrugged helplessly, and offered a small smile instead. "Looks like you're still stuck with me."

He grinned and kissed the back of her hand. "Looks like it." There are worse things than being stuck with her. And if he was being honest - he wouldn't mind being stuck with her for the rest of his life.

That is the point that she is not so eloquently attempting to make. But he gets it, and she's glad that he gets it, and that she didn't have to continue stumbling over words she didn't know how to say. "Lucky you", she replied, laughing. "Lucky me, too."

His smile softened as he let go of her hand. "Eat," he commanded before going back to his own meal.

There were words in his head he wanted to say, but, like her, he would've stumbled over what he didn't know how to vocalize.

She might have huffed out an offended little noise, but the truth was that she was expecting it, or something like it, and the less distraction, the better. Besides, once they were done, then they could fall into familiar patterns for the rest of the evening. "Yes, sir", she replied, offering a sarcastic little salute before she returned to her food, perfectly content just to sit together without speaking.

Jyn might not know how to put her feelings into words, but she hoped that her actions spoke louder. And she hoped that maybe, with some time, it would prove easier to say the things that she wanted to share.

When Cassian was full, he took his plate and set it on the desk in the corner before taking off his jacket and blaster holster.

He'd been working all day and it was all finally catching up with him. Despite being only 26 standard years old, he felt older - much older.

Jyn soon followed suit, satiated for the moment, and more than ready to spend a few short hours attempting to rest and relax, although neither came easily, or even fully. And although neither of them said anything out loud, she could see in his posture exactly how he was feeling, and understood it deep in her bones. Sometimes, it felt as though she'd lived three lifetimes instead of one. She could only imagine how Cassian felt.

Silently, she raised an eyebrow an opened her arms as if to say 'come here and let me hold you. let me soothe you, at least for a little while. let me help you forget'.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile when she held her arms out to him - but first he took their tray and set it on the desk before coming over, sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around her tightly, his face pressed against the crook of her neck. "I'm so tired," he murmured against her skin, eyes closed.

It wasn't as though she could do much else, having been relegated to the bed for the time being. Honestly, though, it's probably what she would've done, anyway. Jyn wasn't good with the words, but physical comfort, that had come easily ever since Scarif. The give and the take of it had soon become as natural as breathing.

"I know", she answered, her voice just as soft, holding on just as tightly, always afraid to let go. "Don't you leave me just yet."

'Don't work yourself to death' is what she really meant, although she was positive that Cassian could read her so well that he knew, even if she didn't say as much out loud.

"Dunno what I'd do without you."

Scarif had changed him. Before, he barely slept, barely ate. He always worked. He had little to no disregard for his own life - the only thing keeping him going was fighting for the Alliance. And now? After Scarif? He had Jyn. And he knew exactly what she meant when she said "don't you leave me just yet" - but at least now, he had someone to go home to at the end of the day.

"I wouldn't know either," he said, lifting his head to look at her.

One would think that after everything he'd done for the Alliance, he'd be treated a little better instead of still working himself to the bone every damn night. Jyn understood that although a battle had been won, the war was not over, and she certainly understood his loyalty, but she couldn't stand the thought of losing him to it. They'd almost done that, after all, and it had brought them together. She would fall apart completely if she lost him now.

He glanced at her, and she meet his gaze, offering a small smile, even though there's more than a hint of sadness behind it. "I want you to be stuck with me for a long time to come."

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