bakerstreet | Injured

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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A patient on my day off, what a treat indeed... [ Yosano smirked down at the new patient lying on the infirmary bed. Slight annoyance ticking off her usual excitement for surgery. ]

[ Yosano was supposed to be spending her day off the best way she knew how: with shopping. After sleeping in until midday and finding that most of the Agency had already left for their respective missions, Yosano sought the next pliant individual she could reel into being her bag boy: Hong Lu.

However, her pleasant day did not go as planned. Rather, God was hellbent on cursing any peace and quiet Yosano might obtain. Because after an hour of uneventful shopping— wherein Yosano was stacked with designer clothes, jewellery, and even new heels—, crossing the road was suddenly a dangerous sport. As Hong Lu stepped out onto the road and was sucker punched by a truck.

All of Yosano's clothes went up like a party popper, falling to the dirty and wet ground. And Hong Lu quite literally ricocheted off the truck and into the intersection. Breaking who knew how many bones and internal organs.

She had sighed, watching it all unfold. If he died, it would have been a huge mess to explain to any officials why Hong Lu suddenly came back to life; but more than that, all her clothes were ruined. If it weren't for that fact that the accident all looked quite ridiculous— and Yosano was amused by the absurdity of it all—, she might have been more ticked off.

Wasting no time in striding to the intersection, heels clicking on the road as she moved past on-lookers, Yosano grabbed the scruff of Hong Lu's torn and bloody shirt and dragged him through streets of horrified pedestrians, all the way back to her infirmary. ]

Hm. I think repayment should come in you buying me all new clothes. [ She hummed while she started looking over Hong Lu's injuries, which were actually quite severe. ]

[ to be entirely honest, hong lu didn't mind going along with the flow of yosano's desires as it allowed him to venture to places he's never been to. what do you mean that people don't instantly size you up the moment you walk into a clothing room? is it normal that the costs of the attire isn't doubled due to the color? should satin mix with cotton, and why is the tail of the dresses not long enough to give off an air of royalty? is it proper for gems not to be made before selling it to a person? what he caught sight of today that was his favorite happens to be the individual who was playing a guitar outside of a shop with a case of money set out, there are such kind people in the world to offer currency with ease. when the person asked hong lu to watch over his stuff when he went to the bathroom, and since he was waiting for yosano to finish shopping, he thought he could do so.

the explanation he had to make when the person came back asking where there case was, and hong lu was happy to offer it to the next person who walked by because that's definitely what the case was for... right?

various questions and thoughts go through his mind or perhaps karma, hence why his own incompetence is why the truck managed to hit its mark.

what he suffers from as he lays on the surgical table is a twisted arm, his side ripped open where blood pours out onto the surface underneath him, pieces of glass impaled into his body, and then he even believes he can hardly feel one of his legs. despite these conditions, hong lu is trying his best to sit up as pain runs through his entire body, and unbeknownst to him out the corner of his right eye a few tears stroll down his cheek, but he doesn't realize it. ]

Ah...

[ he exhales, one hand going to the middle of his stomach to slowly pull out a shard of glass, the smeared crimson along the surface is thrown to the floor. it shatters, and he winces for a moment before turning his head to meet with yosano's eyes, reading the expression on her face, and then with a sheepish smile. ]

I should... [ he coughs, specks of blood leaving past his lips onto his shirt. ] I should have watched... where I was...

[ he absolutely understands how this is his fault to the point his body is twisted in various areas, and bones broken enough to break through his skin. hong lu decides to lay back on the table while thinking of a coherent response to her comment. ] I will... as you gave me such a grand experience... it's a curious thing not to feel parts of my body.

Injured

Hong Lu vs Truck-kun

truck-kun always win! sorry for the late response, the update had me in a chokehold