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13. things you said at the kitchen table

“Root, what the hell?” Shaw asked, blinking at the scene in front of her. It’d been too long of a day stuck behind the makeup counter; she’d had more than her fill of interaction for one day, and all she wanted was to eat, have a beer, and sleep till something-number, a robbery opportunity, or retail hell-inevitably came up.

But there was Root, lying on the kitchen table Shaw rarely used; it had come with her cover’s apartment, and there was no sense in getting rid of it either. The weapons that were previously stored on said table were on the ground, and Shaw let out an exasperated sigh and stalked forward. She was able to quickly deduce what had happened; the red stain blooming across Root’s thigh through the fabric of her jeans spoke for itself. Shaw reached out to check Root’s pulse with two fingers to her neck; her pulse was weak but not dangerously so, Shaw concluded. It wouldn’t stay that way for long, however, not with Root bleeding all over like this if she’d already passed out.

“Dammit Root,” Shaw muttered, and then went off for the medical supplies.

Shaw got to work, and got lost in it fairly fast. It was familiar, this routine; Root was the most likely of all of them to become Swiss cheese (somehow, she managed to get more injuries than Reese, though only just). She peeled Root’s pants away from the wound as carefully as she could, beginning to assess the damage and clean. It seemed Root had gotten lucky; the bullet had just missed the artery by a fraction. Shaw didn’t want to dwell on the fact that had the bullet been any closer to the artery than it was, Root probably would be dead on her kitchen table-if she would’ve even made it that far. Shaw frowned a little, brows furrowed in concentration as she began the almost monotonous task of removing the bullet, sterilizing the injury, and stitching it up. When she was done, she dressed the bandage, and looked at Root.

She was still out, and Shaw didn’t particularly like the pallor of her skin, so she went to get what was necessary to start a transfusion, and a saline drip too for good measure. This wasn’t exactly an injury that Root could get up from fast, but Shaw suspected that wouldn’t stop her. Shaw was considering the ways of moving Root to her bed; she might not use the kitchen table much, but Root was far too long for its square design. She wasn’t going to put her on the couch and risk Root falling off it and popping her stitches-Root tended to flail in her sleep. Shaw pushed aside the thoughts of how and where to move Root in favor of setting up an IV.

Once she was satisfied that Root would probably not die on her and she’d washed up, Shaw set about to preparing dinner. She made herself a sandwich, sitting on the kitchen counter to eat it where she could keep an eye on Root. The last thing Shaw needed was for her to wake up and try to move on her own. Root would have plenty of time to do that when she inevitably snuck off to God knows where to God knows what for the Machine, far too soon for her injuries to allow. Shaw had the sneaking suspicion that was more on Root’s part than the Machine’s; Root was pretty reckless, moreso these days than ever, with the Machine mostly silent.

“Sameen?” Root’s voice was wary and small from being out so long, but Shaw turned away from the plate she had just put in the sink to her.

“Don’t,” Shaw said firmly as she pushed none too gently on Root’s left shoulder-the one without the IV still in it-as Root attempted to sit up. Root winced, and allowed Shaw to manhandle her. A small smile spread across Root’s face, and Shaw braced herself for the innuendo.

“You know how much I love it when you play doctor, Sameen,” Root murmured in what Shaw supposed was her half-assed attempt at seduction post almost bleeding out from a gunshot to the thigh, “And that I really love it when you get all handsy with me. But I really really love it when you manage both at the same time. What more could a gal ask for?”

Shaw rolled her eyes, “I haven’t even given you pain medication yet and you’re already acting like you’re high.”

Root’s smirk turned into a grimace as she finally registered the pain, and Shaw huffed as she told her, “Stay where you are.”

Root nodded meekly while Shaw went to get her pain medication; she grabbed some antibiotics from her pharmaceutical stash too, and brought them into the kitchen. Shaw quickly filled a glass of water and made a second sandwich; Root would be in worse pain if she didn’t eat with these medicines. (Shaw knew, she’d witnessed it too many times to count when she hadn’t been the one to stitch Root up afterwards.)

“Eat,” Shaw pushed the sandwich at Root, who had strained herself into an upright position Shaw knew couldn’t be comfortable, but nothing about bleeding out on a kitchen table was exactly comfortable.

For her part, Root did as she was told, eerily quiet about the whole thing. She didn’t protest or make any ridiculous innuendos when Shaw handed her the pills; Root tipped them back and downed them with the full glass of water without Shaw having to ask. Shaw put Root’s dishes in the sink, and moved to get rid of the IV, now that the transfusion and drip were both done.

“You’re staying here tonight,” Root’s head turned at Shaw’s calm declaration, “It almost nicked your artery, and while you and I both know you won’t rest as long as your injury demands, humor me tonight.”

Root nodded slowly, “Okay.”

Shaw nodded back, repeated, “Okay.”

Root was still quiet when Shaw helped her off the table, but it didn’t sit so uncomfortably with Shaw anymore. Shaw spared one glance at the abandoned kitchen table on their way to her bedroom, to catalog how much work she’d need to do to make it not look like a crime scene. But that could wait; for now, she had the next twelve hours to make sure Root stayed still, give or take a few.

Writing Realistic Injuries
by Leia Fee, with additions by Susannah Shepherd

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Writing Tips #121: Writing Realistic Injuries

There’s a lot of ‘relatively’ and ‘probably’ in this article because everyone reacts differently to injury.

Oh and before I start - one pet peeve… ‘laceration’ does not mean ‘a very bad cut’ – it is a term for a specific type of wound caused by the tearing rather than the slicing of the skin.  It’s the sort of cut you get from being hit with a blunt object (or a fist).

What’s Normal…?

For a normal, reasonably healthy adult the following reading are ‘normal’.  Some variation is usual and what’s normal for one person may be abnormal for another.

Pulse rate between 60-100 beats per minute.  A fitter person will have a rate towards the slower end of the margin and a child or young person will have a naturally high rate.  Any drastic increase or decrease in pulse rate is cause for concern.

Blood pressure 120-140 over 70-90.  This can vary with the time of day, amount of stress and a number of other factors.  High blood pressure is not usually immediately dangerous but can cause long term damage.  Low blood pressure can cause faintness, dizziness and blackouts and is usually a sign that there is an underlying problem to be treated.

Body Temperature 36°C (98.6°F) to 37.5°C (99.5F).  Relatively minor variations in temperature are cause for concern.  

Reactions to Injury

Everyone is unique and will react differently.  Some people yell and scream when they are hurt, others will keep quiet.  Some will insist that they’re perfectly fine and be annoyed by attempts to help.  Some people are very squeamish and find the idea of how badly they’re hurt more traumatic than the actual injury.  Find out how the character you’re writing an injury for reacts and stick to it unless you have very good reason not to. 


Can be caused by pain, fear, surprise, or other emotional stress and is usually not a major problem as long as they wake up within a few seconds.  Immediately after fainting a person’s pulse would be very slow but recover quickly.


Can follow many injuries and can be as dangerous or more so than the actual injury.  It is not just a case of someone suffering from a nasty fright because they got hurt.

Symptoms include:

Pulse and respiration abnormally fast or slow,
Pale, clammy skin,
Dilated pupils,

Someone suffering from shock should be lain down and kept warm.

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Not Quite Dead: A Writer’s Guide to Serious Injuries and Calamities
Sometimes I want to make it seem like a character might die — but hey, guess what! She makes it! A lot of fiction writers, especially those who write fantasy, science fiction, thrillers, and …

Topics Covered:

Blood loss

Gunshot wounds



Electric shock

Plane crashes


Venomous snake and spider bites



Almost drowning

Hypothermia and frostbite

Writing Tip July 26th

Writing Realistic Injuries:

Characters climbing cliffs with broken arms or getting knocked out for an hour or so and then running around like nothing happened, bug me.  It doesn’t take much longer to get it right, and I’ve found that getting doing the research to get it right can often lead to whole new story possibilities I hadn’t thought of before.

I’m not any sort of medical expert - research for this article has come from a variety of sources from medical texts to personal experience – (I’m just a teeny bit accident prone…)  I do historical reenactment and a large part of information here comes from the ‘traumatic injury’ (or ‘the nasty things that can happen to you in combat’ information we give the public and new members to make them go ‘urggh , I’m glad this isn’t for real’.

There’s a lot of ‘relatively’ and ‘probably’ in this article because everyone reacts differently to injury.

Oh and before I start - one pet peeve… ‘laceration’ does not mean ‘a very bad cut’ – it is a term for a specific type of wound caused by the tearing rather than the slicing of the skin.  It’s the sort of cut you get from being hit with a blunt object (or a fist).

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so i bruised my ribs a couple weeks ago (from coughing so much no less) and i thought i’d write some of what i’m experiencing in case other writers would be interested in it as a reference. 

oh also, only one side (my right side) is bruised, the other side is fine. and i’m a woman, just so you know.

during the first three or four days:

  • the first day is less painful than the second
  • the pain is sharp, like there are small sharp things slicing through the muscle atop my ribs
  • it’s mostly centered around the front of my ribs below my breast, but sometimes extends around the side and a little on the back 
  • the pain is so intense i can’t breathe or laugh and certainly not cough without it hurting (and my pain threshold, while it isn’t off-the-charts incredible, isn’t too shabby).
  • i have trouble even sitting comfortably: i have to find the least painful position.
  • i can’t sleep because of the pain so i take painkillers.
  • the skin above my ribs displays no mark, but is still sensitive to the touch, even light touch
  • i’m hunched over on a bench outside of one of my classes holding my ribs the second day (because even though touching them hurts, giving them the support of my hand is worth that pain because of what it does to ease the other pain) and grimacing even while laughing (though trying not to) at how stupid it is to have bruised ribs over coughing and a STRANGER stops walking by to ask me if i’m okay, sounding really concerned
  • i can’t wear my usual bra because the way it lays on my ribs is painful and restrictive, so i wear sports bras.
  • my breast itself contributes to the pain, i find myself holding it up off my ribs for relief. (it might be helpful to note that i’m a triple d and that someone with smaller breasts may not have as much of an issue)
  • i’m very careful to keep my back straightened, because hunching increases the pain and discomfort

during the next six or so days:

  • the pain isn’t as constant, but there is still a constant twinge that feels like i have thin layers of tree bark overlapping at odd angles beneath the skin right below my breast which is, as one might guess, an uncomfortable experience
  • i can sleep, if i lay carefully on my sides. interestingly, it’s most comfortable to lay on the side which is bruised. turning over in bed is painful, to the point of being unable to do it.
  • i can’t dance or do anything physically strenuous (even reaching my arms above my head) because that causes the original pain to come back full force
  • that pain will surprise me sometimes, when i breathe or laugh or move in a way that i don’t expect to hurt, but does
  • i don’t take any painkillers for it anymore

two weeks into recovery:

  • laying on my back STILL hurts
  • hunching is still uncomfortable, but not as painful
  • it’s easier to do physical activities, but i’m not back up to par
  • i can wear my usual bra, but not for a full day and not for too many days in a row (two or three depending on how strenuous the days are seems to be the norm)
  • coughing is still painful, but i can breathe and laugh
  • i still sleep on my sides and, for some reason, laying on the side that isn’t bruised hurts more than it had before
  • i’m not holding my ribs all the time like before though so that’s nice
  • i don’t expect it to still be as bad as it is
Injuring Characters: How much is too much?
When we talked about realistic injuries, I mentioned briefly how some people over-injure their characters. Instead of going into it on that post, I said that it was a topic for another time. That t...

I thought this was a pretty good read, especially for Arrow/Olicity writers. Our characters tend to get hurt a lot and theres definitely some things you need to be careful of. Even the show doesn’t always pay attention to who they’ve hurt and how that plays into continuity. 

Whenever I give a character an injury I try to see it all the way through and take everything into consideration. ie. if I hurt them so badly they end up in the hospital I can’t have them having sex later that same day. Or taking on the big bad in some sort of epic showdown where I need them to win. These are not realistic reactions to being gravely injured. So things like recovery time have to be considered. Also little things like, if you give your character a bullet wound or a broken bone or stitches you have to keep up with those injuries as your writing goes forward. 

It’s always tempting to really hurt someone to up the angst factor, but make sure the injury works for the character and the story. 

Writing Advice: Writing Realistic Injuries

Some of the times we feel the most for characters are when they’re down, either ready to give it their all and fight to the death or give up. It’s in these moments that our guts twist and we wonder if the hero is really going to save the day or if the ‘sidekick’ is about to become the martyr to drive the hero onward. 

What can completely ruin the moment in these scenes is a poorly written injury. If Boromir had been struck with ten arrows and kept on going, his death would have seemed hokey like something out of Lego The Lord of the Rings. It might seem a bit daunting to try and figure out how to write a realistic injury in a modern era where most people don’t experience anything more than a broken bone and a surgery or two. Sure, you can go watch some real ER shows on Discovery Channel, but those shows can be a bit brutal if you’re not into them and don’t really like the sight of gore.

This is where the internet comes into play!

There are lots of text-based websites that have good descriptions of reactions to various wounds, hypothermic states, and other lovely experiences that one hopes to never experience in their life.

One of my favorite references is a webpage written by Leia Fee and Susannah Shepherd. They used a lot of good sources and made their descriptions to the point without needless description.

The main thing is that it’s important to remember that unless your character is an Asgardian, they’re probably not going to continue standing after even three arrows. They’re going to stop adventuring after a single arrow to the knee (sorry, I had to). Most people have trouble functioning even after been cut open in the controlled environment of surgery. If someone has been cut open in a fight, they’re not going to be going into a anime-styled rage even with adrenaline helping them.

As long as you’re mindful while writing and do a little bit of research, writing a realistic injury isn’t as difficult as it might seem and your audience will appreciate the authenticity. It’s a lot more dramatic to have a character reacting realistically to a single wound than to be turning into a berserker over numerous ones (unless they are a berserker, in which case knock yourself out).

One of my favorite examples of someone writing wounds realistically actually spans through the entire series of Fullmetal Alchemist (manga and Brotherhood) by Hiromu Arakawa. She’s a fantastic writer and artist who actually did a lot of research while writing her Fullmetal Alchemist series, going so far as to even interview war veterans when writing a volume on the character’s reactions to combat in a civil war.

More than once in the series we actually see the main character, Ed, in situations where he not only has to be hospitalized, but is actually unable to continue on because of his injuries. He is an extremely determined character who tries to go on, even if he is bleeding out, but because Arakawa is realistic as a writer, we see Ed stumble and fail in spite his stubbornness. Not only that, but she also makes sure that injuries scar over. Ed took a blow to the face? There’s a scar there. He was slashed? There’s a scar there.

If there’s nothing to lose for the character, why would we be scared as a reader? If we knew that they knew they were going to be completely fine, there would be no anxiety or ‘what if’. In Fullmetal Alchemist, there are a number of points where we don’t know if Ed and his brother Al are going to turn out alright. We don’t know if they’re going to sacrifice themselves to save everything, or if one will die for the other. We don’t know if Ed going to need more automail prostetics or if Al’s soul will eventually reject the body it’s currently in. Likewise, we don’t know if his companions will make it. Arakawa is careful to make sure even their injuries are accurate and that they don’t recover immediately (unless a philosopher’s stone is involved).

It’s that fear that keeps the reader engaged in a fight, even though they know deep down the good guy usually wins. So when your character is injured, make sure we feel that character’s fear. Make sure we question whether things will truly be alright. If the character doesn’t feel like they’re sacrificing anything, why would we?

Write your characters like they are real people, not like they can recover instantly with a healing potion in a video game.

anonymous asked:

Can any injuries cause a person to break out a fever? Let's say that there's a scenario where the male character was held in captivity and had been tortured both physically and psychologically. And all I know is that fevers are usually caused by viral and bacterial infection.

Yes. Fever is common after widespread or particularly severe injury, even when no infection is present. While it’s really not known for certain why this happens, current understanding is that chemicals released during the inflammatory process (which all injuries go through initially) and the process of tissue death (which happens during injury) triggers fever.

It would also be likely that a character whose skin was broken during torture in an unsanitary environment would get an infection, which would also cause fever. Here’s a post with more info on that.


Nessian week

This may be your dream coming true, Nessian week is coming August 18th and will be ending August 24th.

Prompts (Writing, etc):

Day 1: Injury

Day 2: Training

Day 3: Workplace AU

Day 4: Festival night

Day 5: Date night

Day 6: College AU

Day 7: Illyrian camps

Prompts ( Art )

Day 1: Jokes/Fooling around

Day 2: Wings/Flying

Day 3: Flirting

Day 4: Reunion

Day 5: Jealousy

Day 6: Height differences

Day 7: Kissing/Hugging

If anyone has questions, send in some messages
We look forward to your posts!
Use the tag “Nessian week”

I’m convinced that everyone has a mundane superpower, and I think I have two. 1) injury reduction and 2) the ability to sleep anywhere. the first one is crazy but hear me out. my entire life I’ve been clumsy and hurting myself, but only to not fall into actual danger. example: this summer I was climbing up wooden stairs at a beach, and I fell through a hole, and if my foot was a centimeter away from where it was, I could have broken my leg or contracted tetanus from a rusted nail right next to my ankle. I know I’m rambling I just needed to write this down. but injury minimization is the best mundane superpower I can think of

Day 1 - Infatuation + fluff

First, I would like to note that I can not write fluff to save my fucking life so this is a weird attempt. Well.

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“You’ve got it baaaaad for him,” Kuroo drawls next to him. Yaku sighs - Kuroo is acting ridiculous, as always, and Yaku isn’t going to give him the pleasure of seeing him stutter and blush. He’s over that, he really is, now that he’s dating Lev and not desperately pining for him or panicking about his own feelings.

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             [Accidental/Unusual Reasons To Stick Together]:  ◎ - “My muse finds yours injured”

                                                     Usually pain was temporary.
                                                                  U s u a l l y.

Almost without fault, the pain always flared into something much worse. Something blotted with a smattering of G R E E N tinted rage. But this time something was different—

                                                                                                                     -Something was wrong.

                                 His heart-rate was fast but it wasn’t ebbing on dangerous.
                          Perhaps his desire to escape actually hushed the Hulk for once.

Bruce hissed a sour-sounding noise between gritted teeth as his torn-up hand moved for his rib cage. The bloodied and shaken digits splayed across the yellow shirt he was wearing and pressed against the tender flesh underneath. The touch almost winded him. The pain was S H A R P and H O R R I B L E.  Bruce didn’t have a medical licence but he could take an educated guess and assume he had either fractured or broken a rib, perhaps two, given the pain he was experiencing doubled every time he tried to steady his breathing and drink in the dusty air around him.

The hand that had been awkwardly supporting his injured side fell away and moved for the remainders of the wall as he rounded another corner and away from the initial chaos. The air was still thick with brick dust and engine smoke – he would have considered blood being in the mix but that was likely just something he could taste on his own palette.
Bruce had known his location before the chaos had completely washed over the area and now he had not the faintest idea where he was – he couldn’t tell whether he was concussed or was dazed by the wind shifting the dust in the air.

                                                   He was walking for 30 minutes.

He caught sight of something –someone?—amongst the now settling dust and instead of calling out for them, Bruce instinctively backed up.  His back roughly connected with the wall and his frame gave out a L O U D hissed breath.

           As he slid down the wall, his form pulling into a pained mess, his mind told him one thing.
                            “They’ve probably heard you, Bruce. Well done.”

Day 2 - Paralysis + futurefic

FIRST OF ALL I WANNA SAY THAT I’M VERY SORRY FOR THIS. This fic contains a serious traffic accident, a major character injury and lot of crying people so if you, for some reason or another, cannot read that kind of stuff, I recommend that you skip this one. This wasn’t supposed to turn into this but it did so we’ll go with that.

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Lev’s phone is buzzing in his hand. He doesn’t pay attention to it – he knows it’s Kuroo, anyway, and he doesn’t want to listen to his former captain’s frantic voice asking him details he doesn’t know yet. He’s been in Tokyo for an hour, tops, after taking an earlier flight back to Japan from Russia.

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Story Shard 192

A world full of book like creatures that float and talk, often acting like advisers for those who care for them. Parents get young ones, that start out like children’s books and grow into thick chapter books, for their kids to grow with. Old people carefully polishing the leather like covers of the creatures that have been with them their entire lives, the creatures helping them remember. Ancient ones like scrolls are carefully cared for as they share their wisdom. Some are tossed aside or abandoned and left to wander the streets with tears and burns and soggy pages.

there is blood and dust beneath your fingernails, flowers
sprouting from your ribcage- rotted forget-me-nots
and snow white asphodels entwined with each sharp rib
that pokes out of the rotted flesh that was once your chest.
there are shadows beneath empty eyes, dark hues
turned into swirling abysses over the centuries. you
trudge through all of hell, through roads of good intentions
and bad ideas, the limestone cracking beneath your feet,
without complaint despite having given your left leg
away decades ago. flesh has rotted and burned away
until all you’re left with are bleached razor-edged bones
and decayed skin tissue. tormentors and tormentees
alike stop and stare, raw hands pausing in
their slashing and whipping, heaving breaths halting
momentarily, tired eyes, wide and tattered mouths
agape. you smile and your lips are torn,
infested teeth showing through bullet wounds
and knife cuts. you tip an invisible hat with
what’s left of your right hand and continue
your descent.

even when thanatos has dragged
you down- your work is never done.
(& they would never let you stop.)

—  a capricorn’s ambition is their ruin- zodiac series / ( r.o.v. )
Prelim update, day 7!

Pages: 44/60. I really didn’t get as much done as I wanted to, and I’m kind of annoyed with myself. I had such good progress earlier in the week! I had a hard time trying to describe how the Wari expansion led to violence in the periphery but not the heartland and then how the Wari collapse led to violence in both places as the political system came apart at the seams. A lot’s been written about the collapse and since I’m not really a state formation person, it was tough to synthesize it in a way that wasn’t redundant or confusing. Hopefully the next day’s a little better- I’m to a point where I get to write about bones and injuries and I’m really good at that. And at least I still have a week to finish up.

Editor of the day: Harker! He’s not as good at motivating me to write, but it’s not his fault- it’s the puppy eyes. I want to hold him, but I need my hands to type! He was pretty good at getting books down from the stack, though.