#sharp :)) yeowchie

[discoidal]

new charms !

[critt3r-xp]

ouch ouch yeowchie ouch oof ouch (im crawling around barefoot on very sharp rocks)

[catwithabaseballbat]

Super cool and sharp pocket knife did me a yeowchie!! I have been betrayed!!!! >:C

[shieldmaidenbrig]

Yeowchies

The floor met Brigitte more intimately than she’d ever like or prefer. She was used to biting it during training or even due to her being an absolute gay disaster, but the height at which she fell from made it a lot worse. A sharp wheeze left her lungs as the impact forced whatever air she had to be evacuated. She didn’t want to think about what awful sound her head made at hitting solid stone. Brigitte laid on the floor for what felt like an hour, but was maybe ten minutes while the stars rushed around her head like the world’s most unwelcomed solar system. She slowly tried to sit up when a rush of nausea punched her in the gut. Her thoughts swam and the consequences of wanting to do some late night work really settled this time. There was no way in hell that Brigitte wasn’t completely and honestly concussed. Brigitte laid back down slowly while her senses dealt with the havoc that the fall caused. Her ears rang and her mouth tasted like copper, but only faintly. Her limbs felt heavy and laying down was the only way she wouldn’t vomit. The mechanic knew she would go to the medical wing and while Angela would chew her out, it’d make sure no damage would last. Brigitte went through the symptoms of a concussion in her head, but nothing felt right. It was as if she wasn’t entirely certain what other symptoms there were besides losing consciousness and nausea. Did she lose consciousness? Would she be aware of that? She tilted her head to look at the wall and she was made aware of how dry her mouth was. Did she drink water? Brigitte swallowed thickly and tried to move an arm to assess if she was bleeding, but barely managed to lift her head before the world began swimming. Thankfully, it felt like nothing was broken. “Fuck.” Brigitte murmured, but it sounded wrong to her. Her words weren’t as crisp and clear, but dragged out. “Angela’s gonna kill me.” The Swede spoke again and closed her eyes. Brigitte had been concussed before, but it hadn’t been anything this bad. They were actually pretty mild and dealt with accordingly. Something else was clear however, she really wanted to be back in bed and sleeping. Her eyes parted aggressively, “N-No wait.” Brigitte groaned and tried to roll over. She managed to support herself on an elbow when her head violently brought her back down. Her stomach wasn’t having it. Brigitte let out a slow exhale in order to keep herself from getting sick and reasoned that the floor wasn’t so bad. Sure, her ears still had a faded ring and her mouth felt gross, but the floor was cool. That was nice, right? 

God, she wasn’t looking forward to whoever would find her like this.