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Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

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The wind, the birds, the tormenting babble of a creek down the trail; he’s tuned them all out. Nothing remains in his mind except for an orchestra of thoughts and concerns and pressing obligations. He longs for the moment when silence is free to cradle his throbbing temples. When responsibilities fade and leisure lulls his anxieties to a long and pensive slumber.

There’s no need to inform Wendy that he’s fine, he’s already eaten. There’s no need to articulate what’s already brewing deep within tired eyes, to give voice to the lies he’s internalized. It’s redundant. Distracting. Ceasing abruptly from his carrot-rooting endeavors, Wilson shuffles over to spark a fire.

     ‘ Stay close, now —– winter is coming. ‘

Simply pursing his lips drains energy he can’t afford to lose. After propping two carrots over the fire, he entertains himself with constructing a bird trap.  

Huff. Groan. Ack.

     ‘ Meat. We need meat. Sustainable. Filling. So hungry - starving. ‘

The words spill from his mouth as if he doesn’t even know they’re there. It's merely motivation for the end goal.

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i cannot believe this

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Webber in Starver’s Carol   (╯✧▽✧)╯

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—– ☾  she was a girl scout ;o;

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             ‘ I will conquer it all with the power of my MIND! ‘ 

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Wilson is most definitely not smashed out of his wits ----- especially not in the presence of a lady. He has standards ( presentation is an absolute must for a professional ).

     ‘ Won’t you have a glass? ‘

A trace of gentle persuasion resides in his words, which are admittedly rather slurred.

     ‘ It’s much too rich to drink alone, you understand. ‘

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The hike back to camp is filled with evasive ducking, last-minute side steps and a day’s worth of brooding silence. He’s infuriated by his own inability to provide something as crucial as meat, seething at the notion that his pale-haired girl must suffer through another night of stale fruit. Of course he, too, experiences hunger pangs unimaginable to the ordinary man -- but it is bearable if Wendy is given the chance to eat.

The sight of a dying fire offers a transient sense of comfort. A miasma of soot and ash wafts through the cooling air, and he wrinkles his nose in disgust.

A life dedicated to science and nothing but a rickety camp to show for it. Their tent is hardly functional, for crying out loud.

     ‘ Wash your hands, please, ‘ Wilson nods to a rusting pale of pond water, ‘ I’ll roast you some carrots. ‘ 

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—– ☾  i lied. that was like, a month’s worth of drawing muse, but i think it’s satiated now. enjoy this smiley lady

yes she's wearing his shirt

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—– ☾  ok i am 100% done with doodles i promise

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