INJURY/ILLNESS H/C MEME

[raptorbox]

ILLNESS
1. MINOR COLD. I'm fine, I just need a nap and some juice.
2. HORRIBLE COLD. I'm fine but also feel like I'm going to die please give me soup.
3. FLU. I am not actually fine and everything aches and also I'm going to sneeze.
4. HEADACHE. Turn off the lights. TURN OFF THE LIGHTS.
5. OTHER. I'm not a doctor.

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.

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.

Feel free to make up your own!!

Comments

Ginko | Mushi-Shi

[dontpokethat]

(( also available in child form (notyetsore) ))

Grant Abaroa | Original

[woofdad]

[goodcopsadcop]

(( eyyy grant what do you say to a cop BF with the flu ))

[woofdad]

(( he says 'oh no are you okay' and worries over him incessantly is what

so yes plz ))

perfect tbh

[goodcopsadcop]

[He said it was fine. He was fine. Everything was good and fine. Until his head ended up dropping onto the desk and the world slanted sideways. He should go home. Get up and go home. But that required walking, driving. And standing up. Which doesn't seem physically possible. None of the above.]

[He could ask one of the people on his team for a ride. But inevitably they would worry themselves sick before they did anything else. Part of him hates doing this...]

[Except he doesn't really know any other people. Not people he'd trust to come in here, anyway.]


Hey
Are you
Busy right now?

[Beep beep, goes Grant's phone.]

[woofdad]

[Oh hey. Seeing a message from Yuji pop up is far from unwelcome, and Grant is quick to answer.]

Nope.
What's up?

[goodcopsadcop]

[Oh thank god. Thank God and magic or whatever the hell he has to thank right now.]

Can you come
pick me up ?

I'm not hurt.
Think I'm getting sick.

[woofdad]

Oh sure!
I'll be right over

How sick?

[As in, is this a 'going home' thing or a 'going to the hospital' thing.]

[goodcopsadcop]

THANK you.
I love you


just a bad cold
... I'd say I was fine but. i know you wouldn't believe me

[That's what he gets for saying that every time something Actually Bad is happening.]

[woofdad]

i love you too

[That part might not have been necessary, but it's pretty much a reflex, frankly.]

I absolutely would not. I'll be over in a few minutes

[Aaand then he's got to go radio silent for a bit while he drives. He doesn't waste any time in getting to the station, and letting the receptionist know that he's there to pick Yuji up.]

[goodcopsadcop]

[The receptionist basically gives Grant a "thank God" speech and waves him through. Yeah, the downside of living with teenagers is gossip spreads really, really fast.]

[One of them is "guarding" the office door, even, slouched up against it. He gives Grant a look from under dark hair that probably needs a cut, and slouches away.]

[Yuji's just kind of sagged in his chair.]

[woofdad]

[Grant just... gives the kid a small, weak wave before stepping into the office. Once he's inside, he knocks, perhaps pointlessly, at the door with one hand, not wanting to startle Yuji, before he approaches.]

Hey.

[goodcopsadcop]

Hey.

[He doesn't pick his head up off the desk. That's too much effort. But Grant gets a wave, regardless.]

Thank you for coming.

[woofdad]

It's no problem.

[Grant sets a hand gently on Yuji's shoulder, leaning over slightly.]

Do you need help getting to the car?

[goodcopsadcop]

No, I'm good.

I'm... good.

[He's pushing himself up, though, absently leaning against Grant in the process. Having a Big boyfriend is a plus in so many ways.]

Erika Fisher | Original

[bitch4bitch]

Sasha | Severed

[heartpieces]

Chiyuki | Death Parade

[arbitersassistant]

Gajeel Redfox | Fairy Tail

[metalivore]

Myaxx | Ben 10: SOTO

[escapefromincarcecon]

Ezra Faust | Original

[philo_doxxing]

[bloodonfeathers]

Ok. Ok. Feathers has got this. Ezra taught her how to use the internet, and the online americans had a nice search bar that told her how to take care of someone with a cold. Luke couldn't know, and the Ragabashes wouldn't keep their mouths shut, and Luiz wasn't totally trusted yet, and Gas was... well, himself, so it was up to her to help Ezra this time. She felt a slight swell of pride at that, as she dragged the groceries inside. She'd even figured out money! It was a good day.

"Ezra? Are you awake? I brought the soup from the TeeVee..." Someone tell her not to put metal in the microwave before she burns the house down.

[philo_doxxing]

Between his asthma and sleep issues, Ezra is pretty used to feeling sick in some way or another. That doesn't make it suck any less, especially not now that he's got all these other Garou to worry about... but it's still true.

He's bundled in one of his heavier sweaters, just in case he gets called out for one reason or another, but, for the time being, he's sitting in the RV with his laptop, typing away. He looks up when Feathers gets back, but raises his arm to cough into his sleeve a couple times before he can answer.

"--Ugh. Thanks. Do you, uh... do you know where the microwave bowls are?"

[bloodonfeathers]

"You mean you can't... just microwave it in the can?" She stares down at the soup in her hands, then goes to look for a bowl. "I watched a video on how to open cans. There was also one on how to touch an apple to a wall, it was kind of silly."

sorry for the wait!

[philo_doxxing]

"Yeah, uh-- please don't microwave it in the can. In general, metal shouldn't go in the microwave." It wouldn't really be fair to expect Feathers to know stuff like that, all things considered - but it can be kind of stressful, not being sure what she will and won't know.

He squints slightly, trying to remember if there's... anything he's seen that that could describe. This might be easier if he weren't sick, but here he is. "...An apple?"