Alfred is the field medic Cave medic but Bruce is absolutely the dislocation guy. Elbow pops out? Alfred feels for the dislocation and then gives Bruce the go ahead. Minimum amount of pressure needed with the dexterity of a doctorās hands. Dick dislocates his shoulder and for years afterward it just pops out. Instead of trying to jam it back in himself, he just shows up at the Cave, gives Bruce the puppy dog eyes, and suddenly heās got a shoulder again and Bruce didnāt have to pull, or yank, or medicate him to do it. Because this is a man who had to fix his OWN dislocations on his own for years, and the older Alfred got, the less able he was fully manipulate a shoulder socket on a 225 lb behemoth of a man. Every time Jason (as Red Hood) punches someone just a little wrong, two of his fingers dislocate. He tries to wrap them in tape, but Bruce Knows. He always Knows, and the moment those fingers are in his vicinity, he reaches out, pretends to hand something to Jason, and pops them back in. and Jason falls for it every damn time. Tim has the worst dislocation ā his knee ā and begs Bruce to teach him to jam it back into place on his own. Damian dislocates his jaw in a fight where Robin caught the wrong end of a stick across the wrong part of the face (if there is a right part) and cries through it because itās painful, yes, but also because Bruce herds him against some cover, sanitizes his hands, and pops it back into place, and immediately benches him for the rest of the evening because jaw dislocations swell SO much and Damianās cheek is already swelling.
i i feel the need to dislocate a bone. i dont know why. it would hurt. but like. my bone feels too solid rn. i need to put it in its place by putting it out of its place
Fun tag game idea: Say something that most of your followers wouldnāt actually know
@sodaliteskull Thank you for the tag! I'm starting a new thread since the one you tagged me in was super long <3
Also going to put this under a cut because of medical talk! Specifically dislocation;
Most of my followers probably don't know I'm physically disabled, since I don't see too much point in bringing it up.
But I was born with club feet (also known as Congenital Talipes Equinovarus) in both of my feet, and as I got older that resulted in growing abnormalities around my joints which led to knee dislocations.
I've had five operations, and years and years of physiotherapy, and I wasn't allowed to be discharged from the hospital until I was 21 in case it spread to my hips too.
But now at 35 it's probably as good as it's going to get. My left knee can still partially dislocate, and if the weather is cold and/or damp I get a lot of pain and cracking in my knee joints. So from November-February I'm about 75% housebound.
hello. i have no clue if u still do this from like. 2022 but i need tips on how to react in a rp after some dude dislocats ur wrist >_>
please.. if u dont have any advice on that just point me in the right direction because tumblr isnt helping when i search stuff. AGH.
I am...going to assume this is about the pain writing post because if it isn't you unfortunately have the wrong URL, I am not known for my RP advice. However, either way, I'll give you what little I've got for good luck.
(DISLOCATION TALK UNDER THE CUT)
From my (admittedly very little) experience with dislocation, it might not hurt immediately, especially if it's happening in the heat of adrenaline. Your character will probably first notice a slipping sensation and the feeling that something is Very Wrong, and they will hear or feel a pop. However, if they're getting their wrist intentionally dislocated in a fight, there might be enough force to tear some ligaments or something which I'm guessing would hurt like a bitch. If the joint isn't relocated relatively soon, it's going to tense up and swell which will make it hurt much more and also be harder to put back in place/more chance of nerve damage.
Recovery wise, dislocated joints are pretty prone to re-injury if you're not careful. Your guy will want to be in a wrist brace for a good long while, and might find that even after it's off they can't take as much weight on it without it feeling loose or hurting at certain angles. This might last from months to years. Joints are super easy to fuck up.
Immediate reactions wise, you'll have to rely on the specifics of the situation and your character to know whether they'll be more focused on finishing the fight, disengaging, or processing the injury first. You also might want to look into wrist dislocation specifically to get an idea of how easy it is to put back in and whether your guy would be able to do it themself or if they might need medical assistance. Either way, I can pretty safely say that they're not using that hand for the rest of the fight, and will probably be holding it pretty close to their body and trying to keep it in whatever position it got bent into so it doesn't flop around and hurt more (if they don't get it back in right away).
I take it yāall really want to see Gillion hide his pain! I love it, very fitting for his character.
Prompts used:
5. Broken/dislocated
14. Hiding pain
45. Bleeding/ Out of it
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Armor can hide a lot when you're injured.
Gillion had always appreciated that.
The structure, the strength, even the glossy silver sheen, all of it provided a inpernetrable mask, a visual shield, hiding any cuts beneath its shiny surface. The single sheet of worked metal could hide any injury behind it, no bruises or marks of failure could be seen while it was on. As long as Gillion was wearing the armor, he was invincible. ļæ¼
He was invincible.
He had to remind himself of that as he walked back to the ship, his dislocated arm hanging limply by this side.
It really was his fault, he had strayed from Jay and Chip, he hadn't accounted for the fact that his armor, while it might be protective, also marked him as a target. A target for people with batons and masks and knives, that could surround him and overwhelm him before he could even process the situation properly.
They were smart, in some ways. There was no way for a knife to go through metal, so the men with batons had charged first. They had gone for his sword arm, maybe thinking him a common swordsman, who had no other means of defense.
He swallowed hard, teeth clenching, remembering the moment the baton slammed into his arm. The armor didn't protect him from the blinding pain of the blunt strike, and yet he still held onto the sword.
It was the second hit, the larger baton that swung downwards on his arm in a heavy arch that had caused him to drop his sword. He clutched at the shoulder, realizing immediately that he couldn't move his arm at all.
They must have thought he was at their mercy after that.
They were wrong.
The ice around them would thaw eventually. Hopefully before they died of thirst. The irony of that would be too much.
Gillion winced slightly as a passer by brushed his arm ever so lightly on their way down the street.
All he had to do was get back to the ship. That was his goal right now. Nothing else mattered. Get back to the ship and figure out how to relocate his shoulder. That was the goal.
āGil!ā
A shout brought him out of his focus. It was Chip.
āGill! Get over here!ā
Chip waved him over, standing in front of a tall, sharply dressed man in long, flowing robes. Gold trim clipped the edges of a richly embroidered cape that shifted from a lighter blue to a dark, almost black shade at the base. A deep blue and gold tunic complemented the manās lighter, blue-green skin. His fin-like ears and dampened skin marked him as someone from somewhere in the undersea. Soft gray eyes that burned with intelligence met Gillions. The man smiled.
Chip gestured towards him, giving Gillion a cavalier smile.
āThis is the mayor of this town- uh-ā
āAlderman Pollock. And it is truly an honor to meet you, Champion.ā
The Mayor bowed forward, formally addressing Gillion.
Oh no. This was a problem. This man knew him and knew of his titles. His reputation now lay on the line.
And he had to return the bow.
Attempting to be subtle, Gillion held onto his dislocated arm, trying to keep it steady as he returned the motion. He took a deep breath in, trying to focus on speaking and not on the pain in his shoulder.
āThe- pleasure is all mine.ā
Gillion desperately hoped that the sweat running down his face could be explained away by his already damp skin.
āMayor Pollock was telling me about some of the other pirates that have visited his island and some of themā¦ā
Chip's voice faded into the background, Gillionās eyes focusing and unfocusing as he tried to maintain composure. He had to just keep breathing.
Breathe in, breathe out.
This was just a test. He could get through this.
Breathe in.
He was the Chosen One, he could deal with a bit of pain.
Breathe out.
This certainly wasn't the first time he had had to hide something like this.
Breathe in.
He had often thought that the Elders had only taught him healing magic so he could get back to training faster.
Breathe out.
His own healing magic felt better than the disappointed looks the healers gave when they helped fix him up, removing any trace of failure beneath their judgemental hands.
Breathe in.
When he was younger sometimes saved a bit of healy hands until the end of the day. Just to remind him he at least could do something right.
Breathe out.
He wasn't going to fail.
āGil?ā
Gillion's gaze refocused. Chip was staring at him. His eyes flicked to the Alderman, who was also staring at him.
Dear gods he had missed something. He attempted to open his mouth but couldn't find the words to allow for any meaning behind the action.
āI- er-ā
āDinner. Tonight. You in buddy?ā
āIt would do me a great honor if you were to attend.ā
āUh- Yes! Yes, I am- honored for the invitation. I would be grateful for the- uh- for an opportunity to attend this- dinner tonight.ā
Chips smile broaded.
āThat's the Gillion I know!ā
Before Gillion could react, Chip reached around to give him a side hug, pushing down on his dislocated arm.
Gillion couldn't stop himself in time. A small noise of pain escaped him at the touch.
Tears pin pricked the edges of his eyes as pain erupted from the touch. He blinked, momentarily blinded by the pain exploding from his shoulder.
Desperately, he tried to hide the sound, attempting to blink away the tears.
āAh! Yes! I am always- I mean to say- I always love to be able to- to go to dinners.ā
Chips eyes flashed to look at GIllion. The pair shared a brief eye contact. Chips eyes widened slightly, darting to Gillionās arm and then back to look at his eyes, realization striking him like a lightning bolt.
Gillion's heart sank in his chest.
He had messed up.
Chip knew.
Chip knew that Gillion was hurt.
And even after all the time spent with Chip, it suddenly felt like the most damning thing in the world.
āExcellent.ā
Chipās gaze shot back to the mayor, quickly removing his hand from Gillionās shoulder and firmly sticking it by his own side.
āWe shall see you tonight before sunset.ā Alderman Pollock assured, his smile never wavering. āI look forward to speaking with you more about your travels.ā
Gillion took a breath. Maybe the Alderman didn't see that.
āYeah, sure, thank you so much- but uh- hey, I gotta get back to the ship, so see you tonight I guess!ā
The mayor bowed towards the pair as Gillions mind spun, trying to catch up with the rapid fire statement Chip had just made.
āOh yeah-ā
Chip bowed towards the mayor, Gillion blinking at the action. Only one person usually needed to perform the bow in a conversation, and usually it fell to the members of the undersea, considering they were the ones who had any idea about honor.
It took Gillion far too long to realize Chip was covering for him.
Chip raised out of a bow that was half second too long and immediately turned to Gillion. Gillionās mind still couldn't quite understand what was happening.
āCome on Gil- we gotta get back to the ship.ā
Chip reached out to physically move him and instantly thought better of it, fumbling for a moment before lightly putting a hand on his middle back to help guide his friend.
Gillion blinked, the memory of the explosive pain and the searing ache in his arm cast a fog over any of this thoughts. He followed Chipās guidance, walking back to the ship in a haze.
Chip was blissfully silent, giving waves to a couple members of the crew who were out walking around, casting a quick āstay out of troubleā towards Ollie who hung upsidedown on the rails, but otherwise not saying anything to Gillion.
That changed the second they got below deck.
āGil, what the fuck was that about- Are you hurt?ā
āI uh-ā
Gillionās eyes were slightly glazed over. He was back on the ship now. He had accomplished his goal.
āI believe my arm may have been dislocated.ā
āShit- ok- we gotta get the armor off first- just- okay- stand there- don't move.ā
Gingerly, Chip began unwrapping the ties that strapped the metal onto Gillionās body. For someone so reckless and so uncertain as to how to take armor off, he was so careful, minding the tender skin and the bruises that he revealed beneath every piece. Chip started with the forearm bracers, pausing for a moment to watch Gillionās face and check he wasn't in pain, only to see the same impassive face.
Chip stopped, not sure if that was a sign he shouldnāt do anything.
Gillion watched it all, slowly beginning to realize he didnāt have to hide the pain he was in anymore.
āIt's alright Chip. I can't quite- it slides down off of the wrist. And Iāll tell you if I'm- if something is wrong.ā
Chip cracked a smile.
āAlright. You promise?ā
āI am a fish of my word.ā
Chip worked diligently, carefully sliding the metal bracer off of the slippery skin before setting to work on the upper arm guard.
Gillion took a shaky sigh of relief as the weight was lifted from his arm. The ache lessened as his shoulder was no longer being pulled down by the weight of his armor.
His mind slowly began to clear as Chip gently removed the dented metal shoulder piece that had failed to protect his arm.
Chip shook his head, looking at it.
āYeah, that looks dislocated buddy. I can put it back into socket, but it's gonna hurt.ā
āIf it is what needs to be done, then it shall be- yes chip- I know its gonna hurt, just do it.ā
āIt usually works better if you're on your back- uh- I can do it here. Just- if it hurts- promise me Iām not gonna deal with an ice arena in the morning.ā
Chip gently bent Gillions arm, holding onto the forearm and bicep before slowly moving the upper arm around.
āI am the Champion of the Undersea , Hero of the deep, I can handle a bit of pain- dear gods that hurts!ā
āYeah, it's gonna buddy.ā Chip sighed, āJust, take a deep breath in, three, two-ā
Before Chip reached āoneā, he moved, firmly pulling Gillionās arm up and back into socket.
Gillion gave a sharp yell at the sudden movement, wincing at the suprise and in expectation for more pain to follow.
But almost immediately his arm didn't hurt anymore. His shoulder sat back in its rightful place with barely a bruise to commemorate the ordeal.
Chip let go of Gillions arm, visually scanning him for anything wrong. He began to ramble, trying to talk his way through his thought process.
āSorry about that- with stuff like that- kinda works better when you don't expect it. At least for me it does. Jay will be back soon too- if you've got any, like, bruises, or something she's got some healing stuff, she can probably help more.ā
Gillion tentatively began to move his arm again, testing it out and checking to make sure it could move properly.
āOh. Well. Thank you Chip. I-ā Gillion paused, trying to think of what to say, āI believe I owe you a debt for this.ā
āHey- don't worry about it. It's just what co-captains do, we look out for each other. But just- donāt hide this next time, I know you've got your own āhero of the deepā thing, and you and jay are usually the ones who fixes us up, but I know my way around a bandage too you know!ā
āYes, Chip. Next time, I will tell you. And I am quite certain, with how often you are injured, you are probably the most experienced medical personnel on this ship.ā
āHey! At least I didn't try to walk back to the ship with a dislocated arm.ā Chip playfully bopped the non-injured shoulder. Gillion hazard a smile before returning to a somber tone.
āI still, however, feel as though a debt is to be owed.ā
āYou and your honor. Okay, what about this: if you make any cinnamon rolls, I get first dibs on them.ā
Gillionās serious countenance began to ease, his demeanor changing as Chip's playful smirk became too contagious for him. He smiled softly, allowing the relief of knowing he had a friend to fully settle in.
āI believe that will be a fair price to pay.ā
For the rest of the day, Gillion was in the kitchen baking what ended up being the worst cinnamon rolls in the entirety of the Black Sea.
And of course, feeding Chip the first roll of every batch that came out, whether it was blackened, salty, undercooked or somehow an abominable mixture of all three.
