the MINOR INJURY meme

[surething]

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

[inyourdreams]

Soon after she sat back and sipped at her wine, too full to finish the other half of her meal.

[isnt_the_same]

"Good," he asked after finishing his wine.

[inyourdreams]

"Very," she said with a nod. "Good choice."

[isnt_the_same]

He smiled.

"Going to take home leftovers for Arthur?"

[inyourdreams]

"Yeah," she said with a nod.

[isnt_the_same]

"No dessert?" He asked next.

[inyourdreams]

"No, thanks," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

He nodded and then waved down the waitress for a box and the check.

[inyourdreams]

"Is Arthur back yet?" she asked.

[isnt_the_same]

He checked his phone while the waitress went to get them the check and a box. "Mhm."

[inyourdreams]

"Good," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

The waitress packed their food right at the table as Eames paid for everything in cash. He stood up after he was done.

[inyourdreams]

She got her crutches from under the table and got into a standing position.

[isnt_the_same]

Eames carried the leftovers and led the way outside where he hailed a cab.

[inyourdreams]

She put the crutches into the cab before following them in.

[isnt_the_same]

When they got back to their hotel, they took the elevator up to their suite. Arthur was on the couch with his laptop. He looked up at that when they entered. "Hey."

"Hello," Eames said as he handed over the box.

Arthur opened it. "Thank god, I'm starving."

[inyourdreams]

She smiled at him as she crutched over to the chair and sat down.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

[isnt_the_same]

"Fine," Arthur replied as he put his laptop on the coffee table and then started eating with his fingers. Eames went to the bedroom to hang his jacket.

[inyourdreams]

"We do have plastic wear around here somewhere," she said, eyebrow raised.

[isnt_the_same]

"Where?" He asked. Eames came out and sat down next to Arthur.

[inyourdreams]

"There might be some in that bag next to the mini fridge," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

"What might be?" Eames asked.

"Plastic fork and knife," Arthur replied.

"Oh." Eames got up and got a fork and knife. "There you go," he said as he handed them over. Arthur nodded in thanks and started to eat again. Eames sat down.

[inyourdreams]

She propped her ankle up on the table.

[isnt_the_same]

"Still hurts?" Arthur asked.

[inyourdreams]

She nodded.

"Not as bad."