MINOR INJURIES;

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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

[alltheway]

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.

[made_of_stars]

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."

[alltheway]

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.

[made_of_stars]

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.

[alltheway]

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.

[made_of_stars]

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'.

[alltheway]

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.

[made_of_stars]

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."

[alltheway]

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.

[made_of_stars]

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."

[alltheway]

He smiled softly and kissed her lips, his arms tightening around her just a little more. He wouldn't know what he'd do with himself if he ever lost her. Despite the circumstances in which they met and how they came together like this, he wouldn't change anything. "I should probably get some sleep."

[made_of_stars]

"Yeah", she replied, reaching out to brush some stray hair away from his eyes. "You should. Morning will be here before we know it." She'd find a way to keep herself busy. Reading, probably. She wasn't tired anymore, but as long as she found a way to keep contact, to ensure that all was well, it'd be okay.