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Angel was always careful. They knew a lot of places to hide. Where no one could find them. Not even Demon.

But this time, it was different. They wanted someone to find them, to help them. They knew it's impossible. Nobody came, nobody cared.

While lying on the ground and unable to move, unable to care for their wounds, they think that there is no more. The Other Demons were not joking. They didn't stop. And Angel hardly managed to escape.

So they wait... Wait for death, for relief, for the pain to go away.

"Angel…"

It must be a dream. They're hearing voices.

"Angel… Are you alive…?"

No... They hope not...

Why is this voice is so familiar? Are they imagining things?

Angel opens their eyes. A blurred figure stands next to them. A familiar figure... Demon.

They instinctively cringe, try to defend themselves but fail.

"Hey, it's okay... I'm not going to hurt you. I promise..." Demon's voice is soothing and surprisingly kind. Angel's body relaxes and they close their eyes again. "You have to sleep, so I can heal you, alright?" Demon slowly starts caressing their cheek. Angel trembles at the soft touch. They're not used to anything like this. "I'll help you sleep..." Demon starts humming softly. They voice is as soft as their touch. Angel begins to fall asleep while listening to Demon's song.

i've dreamed about what's above the skies

where it's filled with joy and no more cries

where angels sing sweet lullabies

don't cry, oh darling, don't cry...

I've dreamed about your open chest,

your beating heart, your bones and flesh,

I've heard your prayers in the night

don't cry, oh darling, don't cry...

They know this song, but they've never heard it before from a demon. It's different...

Angel feels as the pain passes and it becomes more and more difficult for them to stay awake.

They look at Demon again. They feel strangely safe...

They close their eyes and fall asleep next to their enemy, in a place where they're not supposed to know about.

No character is going to live unscathed.

We writers seem to be an expert at getting our darlings bashed up, beaten and abused (sometimes to the point of insanity). That' great, and let's make sure we are doing it right.

Cuts and Scrapes

The area will immediately begin to swell up.

Blood rushes to accelerate the healing process, and that makes the skin around the wound look red and swollen, and it will feel warm (though not hot).

Most wounds wouldn't bleed too much, unless it's a head injury.

Try to give indications of how severe the wound is.

How wide is the injury? How far does it stretch across the character's body? Can bone be seen? Is blood seeping into their clothes or pooling underneath them?

Is it a clean slice, or is it torn open? Have parts of the flesh been pulled away?

How much does the wound frighten the injured character?

Bruises

When the injury is first sustained, it will look swollen and red.

Over time, the bruise will darken to a shade of blue, purple, or black.

After that, it will gradually turn yellow or green. Then it will turn brown and eventually fade away.

The word choice matters!

Describing a bruise as a "contusion" creates a violent connotation, while "blemish" doesn't sound so harsh.

Describing bruises as "discolored" or "shadows" comes with a more melancholy connotation.

How They Feel

An injury from blunt trauma, such as a bruise, is going to feel dull, and like it's throbbing.

It will feel stiff and firm from the swelling, and it may sting if touched.

As the bruise ages, it may feel tender and sore, but only when pressure is applied or the area is moved.

A wound from a sharp object, however, is likely to feel hot, tingly, or numb.

The pain may be delayed, but after the initial rush of adrenaline wears off, the pain from this type of injury will be fairly constant.

Scrapes tend to feel hot and itchy, and the scab from a nasty scrape can cover a wide area. It will also get itchier as it heals, motivating the character to pick at it and delay healing.

Healing Duration

The time it takes an injury to heal is going to depend on the severity of the injury.

As a general rule, however:

Bruises take about 2 weeks Scrapes take about 1 week

Minor cuts take about 2 weeks

Surgical incisions and sutured wounds take about 4-6 weeks

A bad wound that doesn't get stitches could take up to 3 months

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"En este mundo, ¿está el destino de la humanidad controlado por alguna entidad o ley trascendental? ¿Es como la mano de Dios cerniéndose en lo alto? Al menos es cierto que el hombre no tiene control, incluso de su propia voluntad." Q.E.P.D. Kentaro Miura. Me enteré hace apenas unos días. ¡Maldición! ;__; ------------------ "In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true man has no control, even over his own will." R.I.P. Kentaro Miura. I've just found tis sad new a few days ago. Damn! ;__;

The first time Geralt was dragged to a healer he met Regis. Who was surprisingly not a mage or such but an alchemist barber-surgeon. He thought nothing of it except he kept going back to the man.

Regis was surprised when a white haired man was dragged into his small clinic, incredibly injured. He seemed very different than human but couldn't place it. When the man woke he noticed the cat eyes and realized that this was a witcher.

The two had been circling each other in a way. Geralt didn't realise that Regis had sent the ravens to look after him and Regis didn't realize that Geralt went out of his way to find new knowledge to pay the surgeon in.

The day Regis accidentlly smiled a little too wide, his claws grew too long, came long before than he wanted (he never wanted it to happen) in front of Geralt. Geralt looked at the traits his mind connecting his dear friend surgeon as a vampire which made a lot of sense. Nothing changed except he had questions and Regis no longer hid his fangs or claws.

it's my blorbos and I get to decide the shows

‘Abuser’ Johnny Depp: “There can be no more physical violence. I can’t just stand there and take the punches.”

‘Victim’ Amber Heard: “I can’t promise you I won’t get physical again. God, I just get so mad sometimes I fucking lose it.”

Remember my ‘Sector Z is comprised of children the KND rescued from abusive homes’ headcanon? Because that headcanon had a lot more details than I posted the first time. 

If you wanna hear more, under the cut has some more individual operative headcanons.

Keep reading

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alice “daisy” tonner my beloved 😌

under the break for these trigger warnings:

gun

graphic scarring/injuries, including burns, bruising, broken nose and fingernail scratches

this woman is fucking amazing and i love her even though she is a terrible person.

i am a believer in acab irl, dw

she is a bastard. but i say it lovingly when i refer to her, whereas otherwise it would sound much more derogatory.

i am digging myself into a hole.

simply forget i have spoken.

i’ll see myself out.

i hope you remember that i write a lot... You're going to be answering so many weird questions my friend. So many.

thinking about doing forensic medicine. would be quite nice, but then I'd have to spend time with crime fans... so maybe not

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Head Injuries

General Information | More

Hematoma

Hemorrhage

Concussion

Edema

Skull Fracture

Diffuse Axonal Injury

Neck

General Information

Neck sprain

Herniated Disk

Pinched Nerve

Cervical Fracture

Broken Neck

Chest (Thoracic)

General Information

Aortic disruption

Blunt cardiac injury

Cardiac tamponade

Flail chest

Hemothorax

Pneumothorax (traumatic pneumothorax, open pneumothorax, and tension pneumothorax)

Pulmonary contusion

Broken Ribs

Broken Collarbone

Abdominal

General Information

Blunt trauma

Penetrating injuries (see also, gunshot wound & stab wound sections)

Broken Spine

Lung Trauma

Heart (Blunt Cardiac Injury)

Bladder Trauma

Spleen Trauma

Intestinal Trauma

Liver Trauma

Pancreas Trauma

Kidney Trauma

Arms/Hands/Legs/Feet

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Fractures

Dislocations

Sprains

Strains

Muscle Overuse

Muscle Bruise

Bone Bruise

Carpal tunnel syndrome

Tendon pain

Bruises

Injuries to ligaments

Injuries to tendons

Crushed Hand

Crushed Foot

Broken Hand

Broken Foot

Broken Ankle

Broken Wrist

Broken Arm

Shoulder Trauma

Broken elbow

Broken Knee

Broken Finger

Broken Toe

Face

General Information

Broken Nose

Corneal Abrasion

Chemical Eye Burns

Subconjunctival Hemorrhages (Eye Bleeding)

Facial Trauma

Broken/Dislocated jaw

Fractured Cheekbone

Skin & Bleeding

General Information (Skin Injuries) | More (Arteries)

femoral artery (inner thigh)

thoracic aorta (chest & heart)

abdominal aorta (abdomen)

brachial artery (upper arm)

radial artery (hand & forearm)

common carotid artery (neck)

aorta (heart & abdomen)

axillary artery (underarm)

popliteal artery (knee & outer thigh)

anterior tibial artery (shin & ankle)

posterior tibial artery (calf & heel)

arteria dorsalis pedis (foot)

Cuts/Lacerations

Scrapes

Abrasions (Floor burns)

Bruises

Gunshot Wounds

General Information

In the Head

In the Neck

In the Shoulders

In the Chest

In the Abdomen

In the Legs/Arms

In the Hands

In The Feet

Stab Wounds

General Information

In the Head

In the Neck

In the Chest

In the Abdomen

In the Legs/Arms

General Resources

Guide to Story Researching

A Writer’s Thesaurus

Words To Describe Body Types and How They Move

Words To Describe…

Writing Intense Scenes

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"Can you stop the bleading?!" Person C asked frantically, glancing back into the back seats where Person B holds a very injured and unconscious Person A.

"No! It won't stop! It won't fucking stop!" B answered in a panic.

The team had just escaped from a very brutal battle with villain. They had so much hope for this mission, but they had to surrender as they saw how badly A was hurt and they were the most determined to defeat the villian.

"Try harder! Push harder! Do anything!" C demanded as they continue driving their car to the main HQ.

"I can't! There are so many damn bleeding injuries! I don't have enough hands!"

bunch of stuff for @rosawattsweek ha

Revival pog

WinterIron with holding hands please? :)

@hogwartstoalexandria Prompt time yay! Winterironwidow - Hurt/Comfort fluff.

@celtic7irish Prompt: Tony & Avengers - Tony has a hand injury and the armor needs repairs. Mostly, I just want Tony & Avengers fluff. Please?

The Things You Do (To Yourself)

“What the hell was that for?” Tony snapped, the voicestarting in the modulation of Iron Man, and ending with the man himselfsnapping up the face plate so he could give Bucky one of those patented I am smarter than you, soldier and don’t youforget it glare.

“I thought itwould be bad for team relations if you blew up,” Bucky responded.

“I had it undercontrol before you charged in like a bull in a china shop,” Tony said. He triedto gesture, but pulled up short as one hand was pinned down by an epic craptonof building.

“Disagree,” Buckysaid. “You might have been able to disarm the bomb, I’ve no doubt. But what youdidn’t see, because you were concentrating on the bomb, was the shitheelHydra-wanna-be skinhead alt-right asshole with the remote detonator.”

“What happened tohim,” Tony said, because he would never admit that Bucky might have been right.

“Explosion,” Buckysaid. “They’re big, they’re messy, they get everywhere. People should rememberthat before they stand kicking distance from the blast radius.”

“Your kickingdistance, or a normal person’s?”

“What do youthink?”

“So, blast radiusbeing what it is, how did I get here, here being, I’m assuming, somewhat under thebuilding we were trying to save. Which, also, assumption time again, we failed.”

Bucky had, infact, looked around a little. “Uh, no. We’re in the parking garage next door? Idon’t know if the other one sustained structural damage or not. Little busydown here.”

“And let me guess,we’re out of contact–”

“Yeah,” Buckysaid. “Pretty sure there was an EMP with that blast. Now, at least thearc-reactor doesn’t have a problem with that, but everything’s down. Suitdidn’t reboot–”

“Yeah, Friday’snot here,” Tony said. “So, we wait. They’ll dig us out.”

“I wouldn’t besurprised if Steve’s up there digging concrete slabs out with his fingernails.”

“Man could use a manicure,”Tony agreed. He hitched a breath. “Need to work on that EMP problem, it’s beenan iss–”

“You’re injured,”Bucky said, trying to keep it as neutral as possible.

“You dropped abuilding on me,” Tony protested, then made a pained sound. “Yes, dammit. Ithink my hand’s crushed. If I had Friday up, she could tell me for sure, andthen–”

“I know you have apharmaceutical suite on board,” Bucky said. “Is there anyway to manuallyactivate the painkillers?”

“Yeah,” Tony said.“But I don’t–”

“You do. Let mehelp you. Talk me through it, I know you can’t move much.”

“You got a hexwrench shoved up your ass, or–”

Bucky reached inhis belt pouch and pulled one out.

“How in the nameof fuck do you–”

“DUM-E swiped itfor me a few months ago, after that incident with the Wrecking Crew. I thoughtit might be good if someone knew how to get you out of your clothes. Now, tellme what to do.”

“Take me on a dateand bring me flowers, I’m easy,” Tony said. Then, nodding, “there’s a hiddenrelease manual just under the left armpit. You have to use the hex to unscrewtwo – yeah, right there.”

It took longerthan Bucky would have liked to get into the suit’s manual controls, but Tonytalked him through it. Finally, the chest piece was opened up. “Leave the rightarm there,” Tony said. “If I’m too far out, the injection system won’t work.”He tugged his right hand out of the suit. “Ta-da.”

“You keep amedical shunt set up–”

“It’s a modifiedPICC line,” Tony said. “Temporary-permanent. I have to replace it about once ayear, but–”

“The things you doto yourself to fight crime,” Bucky said, shaking his head.

“You’re one totalk, Message-in-a-bottle,” Tony said. “It’s efficient.”

“Okay. This one?”

Tony took a deepbreath. “Yeah, uh, dial it up a bit. Now that I’m out of the suit, I think– Ithink I have broken ribs.”

“You’re gonna goto sleep on me?” Bucky dialed in a double-dosage of pain meds and musclerelaxers.

“Yeah,” Tony said,“probably. You can hold my hand and sing me to sleep, if you want.”

“Oh, I want to,”Bucky said, coming around to sit by the side of the Iron Man suit. “Here, youcan put your head on my shoulder, probably more comfortable than this rock.”

“I dunno,” Tonysaid. “They don’t call you a brick wall for–” Tony took a breath, shallowerthat time, and then…

Fell asleep.

When the team dugthem out, nearly two hours later, Bucky was still holding Tony’s hand.

*

Two days later,when Tony woke up in medical–

“Hey,” he said,turning his head to see Bucky sitting there, sprawled in an uncomfortablechair. Their fingers were still linked. Or, quite probably, linked again. Tonyhad a cast on one arm, and bandages around his chest. A cannula in his nose.And another tube he didn’t even want to think about, going other places. Ug.Decathing was so uncomfortable. “What’s this?”

Bucky opened thosebeautiful eyes. 

“Flowers,” hesaid, voice hoarse, pointing to the table. “An’ if you’ll consider checkin’ youout of this dump as a date–”

“You’re aromantic,” Tony said. “I should have guessed.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a yes.”

❝ you do, don’t you? you take me for a fool. ❞ makaria to zagreus, maybe?

His body was a shaking reed against the cool-hot wind of a heavenly place and his own resurrection, as the fields of Elysium burned at his coal-like heels and the mocking soil ran a rivet where the head of his spear would drag; the spear that was not his, but he was intended to wield. the way violence finds violence, the way blood finds blood, the way fools find fools.

is that what we are? — the unspoken question under the weight of a prison he will always seek to crawl out of, battered, but breathing. only for now. ( the fight he didn't get before boiled down into him now ; he will never give up )

— another in his way? always another ( he doesn't know you yet, never told, never so simple. unaware of his own life in these suffocating, chiselled walls. o goddess of blessed death, o sister, will you be kind to him? ; he finds himself doubting it. )

" Oh no, not at all! I don't think we've met before, but you seem plenty sharp. " Zagreus' answer is careless, but sweet in sincerity as he shifts to better stand, head held high despite his own garnet blood running down his legs from wounds of the fights prior as if to give the Goddess her proper respect. Equals, aren't they? Father always taught him to respect and be respected. Ah, it wasn't like he listened much to the latter, anyhow…

" But, ah, very sorry if you're going to try to stop me, miss. I've got places to go, you know? Not your fault. " He shifts the spear to his other hand, rolls his shoulders — a terrible crack echoing from them where the bones had been broken, mended, and broken again — and shifts his feet. Warlike, in his precision, already ready to fight for his life. His gleaming footing remains casual, regardless, conversational until it is deemed otherwise, where blood is to break out on the soft grass ; warlike, human. Zagreus would fight, but he always found better odds in the conversation, regardless of his pride. o prince of hades, how far to go, again & again.

A small part of him wonders where he's seen her before, something in his stomach like a seed that turns itself into a boulder so often cut out of him, but no less advocates familiarity. He can't remember. Must not be important.

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻

Two souls, reunited.

(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)

I wanted to draw back muscles, and hurt Obi-Wan. So I combined the two lol.

Injuries Pt. 2 (Chris Motionless)

Here it is:) Gif not mine.  Part 1

     The boys walked off of the stage after their performance, laughing and patting each other on the back. So far, this show had been the craziest one of the entire tour. Adrenaline still pounded through Chris’ blood as he walked over to his tour manager to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

     “Great shows guys! That was awesome. You have an interview in a few hours, but until then you’re free to do whatever you want.” Their tour manager said, handing each member a towel and water bottle. “Just be sure you’re all back at the bus before then.”

     They all nodded their heads and turned to hand their equipment to the techs. Once they had finished putting their instruments away, they walked down the stairs at the back of the stage.

     “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m going to go back to the bus and change. I wreak.” Vinny pulled his shirt away from his body and scrunched up his nose once he got a whiff of himself. The rest of the guys nodded in agreement and began to walk in the direction of their tour bus.

     “Actually I’m going to head over to the table and see if the girls need any help,” Chris pointed towards their merch table where he could see a huge crowd gathering.

     The rest of the guys looked at each other with smirks, trying to hold in their laughter. “And by see if they need help, you mean see if (Y/N) needs help… with anything.” Ryan winked at Chris which caused all of the guys to start laughing.

     “Haha. Funny,” Chris rolled his eyes at his friends. “You guys know how busy it gets at the table. Plus, I saw the crew unloading huge boxes from the trailer, and the girls probably need help unpacking all of them.”

     “Well let’s go then,” Ricky turned to walk towards their merch table with the rest of the guys following.

     “Wait… what?” Chris looked at Ricky with wide eyes. “I thought you were going back to the bus.”

     “Well we wouldn’t want our girls to be overwhelmed, would we? So we’re going to go help them out.” Ricky turned back to look at Chris, who had a dumbfounded look on his face. “Relax. We aren’t going to try to steal away your girl… Maybe.” The guys burst into fits of laughter, and continued to make their way to the table.

     Chris stared after his friends in shock. They wouldn’t really try anything with (Y/N). Would they? Shaking himself from his shock, Chris began to follow his friends to the table, grumbling something about putting bleach in shampoo bottles.

     When they got to the table, the band was met with the many cheers of their fans. This immediately brightened Chris’ mood, but what really put a smile on his face was when he caught sight of (Y/N), selling merch and taking pictures with some fans. He started to make his way over to say hi, but before he could reach her, Ricky, Vinny, and Ryan tackled her in a hug.

     “Hey guys,” the smaller girl laughed, hugging her three friends back, “What’s up?”

     “Oh you know. Playing shows, Meeting fans. Hugging pretty girls,” Vinny squeezed (Y/N) tighter, and smirked at Chris over her shoulder.

     “Shut up,” (Y/N) pushed the guys off of her and smiled up at them. When the guys feigned hurt looks for being pushed away, she laughed and said, “You know I love all of you, but you all need a shower.” They all laughed and made kissy faces at her before turning to hug Jessie, who had been watching Chris’ less-than pleased expression, and talking to Ghost.

     When she saw the boys walking towards her she said, “Oh hell no. I’m with (Y/N). You guys stink.” The three guys ignored her and started to chase her around the tent.

     With Vinny, Ricky, and Ryan chasing Jessie, Chris walked up behind (Y/N) and leaned forward to talk into her ear. “Hey.”

     (Y/N) spun around to look at Chris, “Hey.”

     “Do I have to take a shower before I hug you?”

     “Hmm… for you I guess I can make an exception.”

     Laughing, Chris stepped towards (Y/N), wrapping his arms around the smaller girl’s waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds before awkwardly pulling away from each other.

     Chris rubbed the back of his neck before offering to help (Y/N) with the growing line of people, which she agreed to. While they walked back to the line, they didn’t notice the five pairs of eyes watching their little moment.

     “We have to do something. This is getting ridiculous.” Jessie gestured towards Chris and (Y/N).

     “I know. They just need to get together already. Or at least go on a date.” Ryan took a bracelet from on of the merch boxes and started tossing it around. He threw it at Vinny, who wasn’t paying attention, which caused the drummer to stumble into a huge stack of boxes that had been haphazardly piled into the tent, and almost knocked them over.

     “Careful dude. If you make those boxes fall, it could really hurt someone.” Once the pile had stopped swaying, Ghost walked over to Vinny to move him away from the tower of merch and equipment boxes.

     “Maybe if one of them landed on their heads, it’d knock some sense into them.” Ryan nodded his head towards Chris and (Y/N), who had just finished taking a picture together for a fan.

     “ Are you nuts? If one of those things landed on (Y/N), it’d crush her. And I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my friends to be, oh I don’t know, breathing,” Ricky inched away from the unstable pile, eyeing it wearily.

     “Guys, forget about the stupid boxes. There’s a more important matter to deal with. It’s obvious that those two are crazy about each other, but they’re too oblivious to even realize it.” Jessie rubbed her temples in exasperation “I think that it’s about time that they had a little outside help.” She looked up at the, hopefully, soon to be couple, and grinned.

     “I know that look. That’s your meddling look. What are you thinking?” Ghost turned to look at Jessie curiously.

     She looked over at Chris and (Y/N) to make sure that they weren’t paying attention, and motioned for the guys to form a circle. “We all know that Chris is really protective right?” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, remembering all of the times that Chris had intervened when a guy was making (Y/N) uncomfortable. “But he also gets jealous pretty easily.” when the boys looked at her in confusion, she said, “oh come on guys. You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t noticed that every time one of you hugs (Y/N), he practically rips you apart with his eyes.”

     They all turned to look at (Y/N), who happened to be hugging a fan, with Chris standing off to the side. At first glance his expression was blank, but the guys could see the fire that was burning in his eyes.

     “Ok. Point taken. So what’s your plan?” Ricky, and the rest of the guys, leaned closer to hear Jessie.

     “We play a little game of jealousy my friends.” The wide grin that Jessie had on her face made all of the guys extremely nervous.

     “Are you trying to get us killed?” Vinny looked at her with wide eyes.

     “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not saying that you have to go make out with her. The object of the game is to get him jealous, not murderous. Just, you know, flirt a little. It shouldn’t really take all that long to get a reaction out of Chris. Piece of cake.”

     “With Chris, jealous and murderous might as well be the same thing,” Ricky mumbled, and after receiving a glare from Jessie he said, “I mean I guess. Whatever helps right?”

     “I call using the ‘Are you from Tennessee’ line.” Vinny raised his hands to call dibs on the cheesy pickup line.

     “What? No way dude. that’s my line. Use another one,” Ryan pushed Vinny’s hand down and the two began to argue about who’s pickup line it was.

     (Y/N) was walking towards the stack of boxes to get more shirts out when she saw Ryan grab Vinny in a headlock. Suddenly, Vinny pushed Ryan off of him and into the pile of boxes that (Y/N) was standing in front of. She watched with wide eyes as multiple, heavy boxes came falling directly on top of her, and she collapsed under the weight with a scream of pain, and surprise.

     She heard various voices scream, “(Y/N)!” before her head collided with the ground, and everything went black.

Finally! Part two. I’m so so sorry that this took so long. School has seriously been kicking my butt, and I barely have time to sleep, let alone write. So to make up for it, I tried to make this part a little longer than the last. ANYWAYS, as always, constructive criticism is always welcome:) I honestly have no idea when the next part will be up, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Thank you for reading.~Salem

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Close as Strangers

Tim hurts Stephanie a lot

Or: soulmate au that none of you asked for where any injury inflicted upon your soulmate is also inflicted onto you

Stephanie flies up with a scream breaking through her lips, ripping her bedsheets off and clasping her side. The heavy metallic smell of copper floods her nostrils, and Stephanie bites back the pain ripping through her.

Already there are more bruises blossoming on her body, purple and blue covering her like a painting.

Her hand comes away sticky and she sighs, blinking in the dim light casted in her bedroom by the moon. The sun isn’t up yet and Stephanie resigns herself to another sleepless night.

She stares at her hand, blood staining it slowly as it runs over the lines on her hand, bleeding through her fingers and onto the bedsheets- Oh hell no.

Stephanie flings herself out of her bed, wincing slightly at the pain that burns in her right side, observing her bedding with horror. The blood is spreading already, blooming out like a wave, consuming everything in it’s path. She swears silently. This is the seventh one she’s ruined ever since she’s moved out of her mom’s house and into Gotham University.

And this one was her favorite too.

Rubbing her eyes, she makes her way slowly to the bathroom and lifts her bloodied shirt to check on the injury. She groans, pain beating into her skull. Her breathing starts getting labored, and it hurts to draw in a breath. When she finally meets this soulmate of hers, she’s actually going to kill him.

Stephanie leans over to grab her first aid kit, which was already starting to run low on supplies.

She just restocked it last week.

She cleans her side as quickly as she can before expertly wrapping the wound, with deft fingers who’ve had years of experience behind them.

Her soulmate’s a pain. It is his fault that she’s now majoring in the medical field. She wasn’t going to have her mother wrap her wounds for the rest of her life, and someone was going to have to care for her idiot soulmate.

Although it did seem like someone did, seeing how he wasn’t dead yet. Her soulmate must be a huge daredevil because there hasn’t been a day since she’s turned 13 where she hasn’t woken up with a multitude of bruises and cuts on her body.

(Steph tries not to think about the amount of times she’s woken up with broken bones. One of the biggest mysteries in her dorm is the topic of her soulmate. Who’s so daring that their soulmate would end up covered head to toe in wounds?)

“Soulmates are a gift and should be treasured, they said,” she grumbles under her breath, moving onto the other cuts still opening up on her body, “it’s a blessing, they said.”

At this point, it’s better they don’t meet. She’s not sure if she’ll be able to restrain herself from killing the idiot herself.

Rolling her eyes, she throws herself back onto her bed. Her soulmate might be determined to get himself cut to pieces but she sure as hell isn’t looking forward to facing her test without sleep.

As it turns out, the test isn’t an issue, curtesy of Two Face invading.

They all watch with bated breath as he flips the coin.

“Tails,” he announces. “We wait for the Bat.

There’s a collective sigh of relief. With Batman, they have a chance of salvation.

Stephanie feels something start to build up, like something important and life changing is going to happen, and it’s going to happen soon.

Robin comes in first, bursting in the door with his bo-staff in front of him. Batman quickly follows suit and Steph watches with bated breath as they engage in battle.

Even when everyone else runs out, she stays in the corner, fixed onto the battle. She stares in horror as one of Two Face’s grunts drives a knife into Robin, burying it to the hilt and blood gushes out and-

Steph doubles over as pain erupts from her own abdomen and a small scream escapes from her lips.

Two Face doesn’t see her, and but Batman and Robin do, and in her pain-induced haze she thinks their eyes may have widened.

And then everything goes dark.

Stephanie awakens slowly to the familiar beeping of a heart monitor. The rest slowly washes over her, the slight murmuring of voices, the tapping of keys on a keyboards and- Where those bats?

Her eyes snaps open and she flies up, cringing slightly as her body screams in pain.

“Hey, take it easy,” she hears, and the curses she has ready die down in her throat.

Turning over, she studies the male who’s to be her soulmate. He’s a cute one, hair blacker than night, eyes bluer than the ocean.

Stephanie wonders what she’s done to be blessed with a man who basically won the genetic lottery.

And then she remembers that he’s the reason why she’s been in constant pain everyday for six years and her mood sours quickly.

“Just my luck,” she grumbled. “I meet my soulmate and I can’t even get out of bed to strangle him properly.”

The boy cracks a hesitant smile and Steph tries to ignore the fact that her heart (and the heart monitor) skipped a beat before flying into overdrive.

God he’s handsome.

Stephanie blinks when she feels a hand gently encase her own, rubbing it apologetically. She fixes her gaze onto her soulmate, the one who’s very soul was carved out to fit hers perfectly, and feels her checks heat up.

Stephanie tries to think of something to say, something to kickstart the conversation.

What does one say to the person whose soul is tied so closely to their own that their body can’t stand it when the other gets hurt?

Stephanie squirms slightly under his intense stare, the way his eyes seems to be worshiping her.

“Hi,” he finally says with a crooked smile that she loves already. “I’m Tim.”

She smiles, warm as the sun.

“Hello Tim, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie.”

And then the silence is shattered and their fate is sealed.