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572. hit me
Injured by your own hand or someone else's, you still need help to get you through it. Let's hope someone finds you before it's too late!
**This meme does contain triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.**

- Post your character, name/series/preferences in the subject.
- Others go to random.org and roll numbers 1-8 to choose a scene!
- Play it out!

1. Stabbed. You were stabbed, maybe multiple times.
2. Shot. You were shot either once or multiple times.
3. Broken bone(s). You're suffering broken bones.
4. Head injury. Enjoy that concussion...
5. Beaten. You were beaten to a bloody pulp.
6. Used. You were used for some kind of physical labor to the point you can't move anymore... or maybe it was more base than just 'labor'.
7. Abuse. Your injuries stem from a long period of abuse and torture.
8. Other. Is there something else? Want to combine something? Do so here!

if it's h/c these two are there...

[Emma perched on the edge of Charles' bed as she picked up his cast as gently as possible and let his arm rest across her lap as she started to doodle on it with a pen. Not many realised she had a creative side buried deep down. Or at least a creative side that wasn't just preoccupied with ways to make people suffer.]

I leave you be for a few weeks and this is what happens. Honestly, Charles, what did you ever do before me?

its true :)

[...well he WAS trying to take a nap but it would seem he has company. Charles opens one eye, then the other to see Emma drawing on his cast. He gives her a tired smile.] I got terribly drunk usually.

Re: its true :)

Hm. [Emma's lips curved with a smile of her own though she didn't turn her head to meet his gaze. She was very much focused on the task of decorating the plaster.] I really do like the blue pyjamas. Bring out your eyes.

[He lets out a sigh, shaking his head in a what will I do with you Miss Frost gesture. Figures you would have snuck in while he was still pjyama'd up just to rib him about it.]

[And there she was thinking it was a compliment. She really did like him in the blue pyjamas. As far as she was concerned it was a very fetching look. She turned her head to catch his expression though and her smile grew.] Don't act as if you don't appreciate my company, dear.

[That earns a smirk, even if he was feeling a little thick from the pain meds the doctors insisted he have after breaking an arm] Sorry, I'm ever so happy you decided to visit and draw on my arm.

So you should be. Not everyone gets an Emma Frost original to wear. [She gave him another playful smile before returning to her drawing, and stopping occasionally as she tilted her head to admire its progression.] Though I am starting to feel as if I should be wearing pyjamas too.

[He's got his eyes closed again, ignoring the urge to scratch inside that cast because it was awfully itchy. Another smirk without opening his eyes] ...let me guess, they're white?

[She doesn't mind that he's got his eyes closed, content to sit with him regardless. It's not as if it's new territory. One way or another they keep finding themselves at each other's bedside.] So I'm a little predictable. I bet you can't guess the style though.

[Amused breath through his nose] I would rather not guess that...not fitting while I'm recuperating. [Probably something see-through or non-existent in other words]

[The hand not holding the pen shifted to rest on his thigh lightly with for a moment as she looked down at him.] But it would be more fitting when you have your energy back? Interesting. [And he would naturally be right there.]

[Charles looks back up at her, his expression unreadable...he can't feel that. Her hand on his thigh. He tries to be nonchalant about it] Not exactly what I meant. But I think you knew that already.

[changing the subject so it won't be awkward for her] What have you drawn me?

[Emma's touch had been subconscious, his disability not something she often takes into account. It's not as if she can miss him being in the chair, but she doesn't consider him any less of a man. While he might not have been able to feel it, she doesn't know that she'd have consciously stopped herself and changed her mind. Her hand does shift to his chest, fingernail tapping lightly on one of his pyjama top buttons.] You can't blame a girl for trying, darling. After all, you've now shown me yours. Only fair I eventually show you mine.

[Emma raised an eyebrow, not so ignorant to his attempt at a subject change before she returned his arm to his lap so that he could see for himself.] An escape. [On his cast was a landscape filled with trees and mountains, the line drawing having enough detail to convey it without needing colour and shade.]

[He carefully brings the heavy cast over to his chest, setting it on it so he can see. A smile lights up his face] Wow...that's lovely. Thank you. I feel sorry that they're going to cut it off in a month.

You're very welcome, darling. If you behave I might even draw you something that you can keep rather than see destroyed. [His smile makes her own grow and she shifts to toe off her heels as she brings her legs up onto the bed and stretches out next to him.]

slow notifs :(

[Another eyebrow for her] I daresay I'm the most well behaved of anyone here at the mansion. [He absently scratches across one section of the cast, trying to pretend he's scratching the arm. Bloody itchy thing....it also meant he had to rest for a day or two and he didn't want to be laid up in bed. Too much work to do.]

totally erratic notifs and mostly non-existent :(

Then perhaps I should reward you for misbehaving instead. [She rolled onto her side and propped her head up in her hand as she looked at him.] Is there anything I can do to help besides the plaster decoration?


If I misbehave, it will be to climb out of this bed. [His arm broken, he had to rely on others to get him up and down. One couldn't support weight to get to the wheelchair with only one arm....well, not easily anyway. But he had promised Hank he would take it easy.]

Yes, there is...my notes are downstairs along with a pen or two. [He still had one good arm and by George, he was going to put it to some use]

Something I will entirely support you in. [She flashed him a cheeky smile before once again moving but this time to slide off the bed and put her shoes back on.]

You really are determined not to let me get comfortable, aren't you? [She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.] Anything else while I'm downstairs?

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[He chuckles at that, attempting to sit up using only one hand] Perhaps I am turning into an old man, making sure if I am not comfortable, nobody else will be.

I will be satisfied with that. [A cup of tea would be nice, but really what he wants is to do something. And not lay around like a lump.]

No wonder you wear the pyjamas so well. I'll have to get you a smoking jacket and slippers.

[She nodded before turning on her heel and disappearing out of his room, determined to keep the scavenger hunt short so that she can return to trying to make herself comfortable on his bed. He wasn't going to get rid of her quite so easily.

She located his notes, a pen and even stole a cup of tea from Hank with a smile. The doctor cursed her all the way out of the kitchen but she wasn't listening. She was soon back in Charles' room, setting down the tea next to him and the notes and pen on his chest.]

Happy now, darling?

[....he already has those. In the closet.]

[He works on getting himself sat up better, adjusting the pillows behind him with one arm and hand, putting the one with the cast on top of another pillow.

Another smile when she returns] Very, you have made me one happy professor. [Yay, notes! He sets them in order, making two piles, obviously grading some homework in there. The tea is just lovely, he takes a sip and nods] Thank you very much, Miss Frost.

[Why is she not surprised? Even if she is considering disowning him just a little.]

Not such a bad assistant after all, hm? I can't be completely evil if I'm willing to play gopher, artist and slumber party pal.

[She stayed off the bed this time however once he'd spread the notes out, instead pulling up a chair and slipping off her shoes once more so that her feet complete with painted toe nails could rest on the edge of her bed as she watched him.]

You really are easy to please, aren't you?

[He smiles over his tea, pausing to say] Unless of course you spiked my tea. [before taking another sip]

[He busies himself, carefully grading each paper. Which is slower than usual, being he's on pain meds and his thought processes are slightly impaired.] I'm glad you think so. My students might not say the same of me. [He may not admit it aloud, but he did like having Emma around. Another telepath...and she did keep things interesting.]

[Her eyebrows went up before she smirked.] If anything is wrong with your tea you're better off taking that up with Dr McCoy.

[Emma had picked up the book on his night-stand and started to read it as the silence took over for a few moments. She might not admit it either but she liked being around Charles just as much.] Your students are designed to fight you every step of the way. It's part of growing up. And nothing personal, dear.

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