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

[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."

[isnt_the_same]

"Okay," Arthur said. "You know where the pain meds are."

[inyourdreams]

She nodded.

[isnt_the_same]

"Where are you going after this?" Eames asked Arthur.

He shrugged. "London or Paris," he said before looking over at Ariadne.

[inyourdreams]

"We can go to London," she said. He'd come to Paris recently. It was only fair.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur nodded. "And you're going to Mombasa," he said to which Eames nodded as well.

[inyourdreams]

"And then he'll come join us," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

"Okay," Arthur said.

[inyourdreams]

She gave them a small smile.

[isnt_the_same]

"Wanna do something just me and you in London?" Arthur asked her.

[inyourdreams]

"Sure," she said. "What did you have in mind?"

[isnt_the_same]

He shrugged. "Anything you want."

[inyourdreams]

"Maybe we could catch a show in the West End?" she suggested.

[isnt_the_same]

He nodded. "We can do that."

[inyourdreams]

"Okay," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

"How was the clean up?" Eames asked Arthur.

"Fine," Arthur replied. "Got the place cleaned up in about an hour or two."