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Hurt/Comfort - Broken bone

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It's all about the hurt/comfort this week! Your prompt is:

Broken bone

I want a graphic or 100 words featuring someone who is broken and then nurtured back to health!

No rewards, no deadline, just hurt and healing!


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Jun. 12th, 2014 08:31 am (UTC)
Dues Paid - Teen Wolf - Derek/StilesPre-Slash - Humor - PG-13 - 701
(I went overboard, such a shocker! Now, back to my WIPs.)

Strange things happen to Stiles, like all the time. He would like to blame it on something, but there is nothing to blame but his own rotten luck.

Case in point. After his Dad had bribed, harassed, and threatened him, he finally decided to mow the lawn. Not a big thing, he usually mows, he just hates it. Swears that the self-propelling lawnmower left by his late Aunt Griselda is cursed.

His reasoning is valid, in his mind, since he is always injured when using the mower. The last time a small rock flew out of the grass deflector and caused a three-inch cut. Not, deep enough to go to the hospital, but deep enough to hurt like a mother plugger.

Stiles is far from a religious person. He has too many religions in his family to feel comfortable with it. Still, before he started the accursed piece of… metal, he blessed himself and sent out a prayer asking for whoever was listening to him, to keep him safe and whole.

What happened next is proof that all deities had unplugged for the evening and forgot to check their voicemail and email.

He gripped the handle tightly with his left hand and pulled the choke cord with his right, instantly starting the machine. Stiles jogged to keep up with the mower and swore he would have had an easier time walking a Great Dane than making the possessed machine bend to his will.

Still, he managed to keep the beast mostly calm long enough to mow his front lawn. That however is where his day went to shit. Just as he is looking at the last five-foot strip, the mower jerks him left and toward the road.

He tried to talk his hands into letting go, but they refused… until the mower got to the curb and made a sharp right, effectively loosening Stiles' grip and sending him over the curb, straight into oncoming traffic.

He left his leg and wrist break and then saw his short life flash before his eyes as a pickup truck made it's way toward his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable to happen. Along with a prayer, to keep his father safe.

You can imagine his surprise when his death did not happen. In fact he found himself in the arms of the most handsome man he had ever had the pleasure of seeing in real life.

"You okay?" the man asks suddenly.

Stiles opened his mouth to answer, only to jostle his leg, which caused him to scream and pass out.

He doesn't know how long he is out, but he comes to in the hospital with Melissa, his dad, and Mr. Adonis surrounding the bed.

"Hey there kiddo, Derek here was just telling us how you managed to break so many bones. You're lucky he was jogging near-by. I invited him over for dinner…"

"I really don't want to intrude," the man, Derek, said suddenly.

"Do you have a job?" Stiles suddenly blurts out.

"Stiles," Melissa hissed as she hit him carefully on his head.

Derek just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Not yet, I was on my way home to get ready for an interview when you fell."

"Where did you have an interview son, I'll put in a good word for you," John says with a wince.

"At the hospice here in town."

"Can we hire you?" Stiles asked excitedly.

"Stiles," John groaned.

"What? I'm injured, I may need physical therapy, I know I will need more help than Scott can provide. He needs a job; it's a win-win situation!"

Melissa laughed and shook her head. "As much as it pains me, he's right John. Stiles' will be lucky if he can wheel himself across the stage for graduation next week, let alone actually do the things he does. What do you say Derek? You willing to put up with this knucklehead until he heals?"

No one, except Stiles, noticed the glint in Derek's eyes as he nodded his agreement. Stiles had paid the mower's price of pain and he was more than happy with the outcome. This should be a very interesting recovery.

Jun. 12th, 2014 08:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Dues Paid - Teen Wolf - Derek/StilesPre-Slash - Humor - PG-13 - 701
Adored this!!
Jun. 12th, 2014 08:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Dues Paid - Teen Wolf - Derek/StilesPre-Slash - Humor - PG-13 - 701
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. :)
Jun. 12th, 2014 12:41 pm (UTC)
So...should they be having night terrors about broken bones? *LOL*
Jun. 12th, 2014 05:41 pm (UTC)

You would think there could be some sympathy for someone who has to sneak in comments and posts while I'm working! You would think, but you'd clearly be wrong!!!

Jun. 12th, 2014 06:30 pm (UTC)
You'd think. *LOL*

*slinks back to work*
Jun. 12th, 2014 08:44 pm (UTC)
Gloomy Gus | NCIS | Gibbs/Tony | PG-13 | 300 words
“I hate this,” Jethro grumbled, flopping back against the couch as Tony undid the laces on his work boots.

“I love it!” Tony said excitedly. “Not the part where you broke your arm, of course. The part where you have no choice but to let me take care of you!”

Jethro glowered at Tony but Tony just smiled brightly back at him. “I still have one good hand,” he threatened.

Tony rubbed the back of his head subconsciously before smiling again and tossing Jethro’s boots towards the front door. “Sit tight, gloomy Gus. I’ll get us a couple beers to go with these cheeseburgers. Then, after dinner, I’ll draw you a bath and wash you and dress you in your most comfortable pajamas and tuck you in for the night and if you’re a really good boy I’ll suck you off before you fall asleep.”

Jethro reached forward and delivered one of his patented head slaps before Tony could get away, not that Tony was trying very hard.

“Feel better?” Tony asked brightly.

“’m not helpless,” Jethro grumbled, “but the part about the blow job sounded nice. I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Dinner first,” Tony said, “and then only if you’re a good boy.”

Jethro raised his hand again but this time Tony was gone before the head slap could be delivered. All Jethro could do was glare. It was only night one of his arm being immobilized in a plaster cast and he had to wait at least six weeks before the cast could come off. With everyone fussing over him constantly it was going to seem more like six years. Then again, if Tony pampered him each night after they went to bed, the six weeks might pass entirely too fast. Maybe having a broken arm wouldn’t be so bad after all…
Jun. 12th, 2014 09:05 pm (UTC)
Broken | Hawaii Five-0 | Steve/Danny | G | 380 words
“That’s broken, Danny,” Steve said regretfully.

“No,” Danny insisted, “it’s fine. It’s not broken.”


“You’re the one that gets the broken limbs,” Danny interrupted. “I’m the one that gets shot.”

Steve reached for Danny’s arm but Danny jerked it away quickly and ended up wincing in pain.

“Lemme see, Danno.”

“I’m fine,” Danny insisted again.

“You fell out of a second story window and now you won’t even let me see your arm,” Steve pointed out. “You’re not fine.”

“That’s because you’re a walking disaster.” Panic over his obviously broken limb caused him to raise his voice.

“I’m not the one that fell out of a window.”

“I didn’t fall. I was pushed! By a criminal!! Cut me some slack, will ya?”

“I can bandage that up and put your arm in a sling for you or you can take your chances like that,” Steve said. “Just remember, I’m the one driving you to the hospital.”

“What has become of my life?!” Danny groaned dramatically, his head tilted up towards the heavens.

“Come on,” Steve urged. “I’ve done this plenty of times. I know what I’m doing.”

“Why couldn’t I have fallen on my head and been knocked unconscious?”
“The last thing you need is a head injury, Danny. You already got enough going on up there.”

“Enough? As in enough problems? Well that’s not the pot calling the kettle black or anything,” Danny said sarcastically. “And for your information I was perfectly sane before I moved to this Godforsaken rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steve teased. He secured a makeshift sling around Danny’s neck after wrapping his arm an ace bandage he’d gotten out of the first aid kit in the trunk then patted Danny’s good shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“You’re done already?” Danny asked, inspecting Steve’s work.

“Yeah, maybe I know what I’m doing after all, huh?” He winked at Danny then turned and headed for the car.

Danny slid into the passenger seat and reached for his seatbelt. “Just cool it with the crazy, Navy SEAL, ninja driving,” he said. “I don’t wanna end up with a broken leg too.”

“Ah, no worries,” Steve replied with a nonchalant wave of his hand, “I know how to patch those up too!”
Jun. 12th, 2014 09:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Broken | Hawaii Five-0 | Steve/Danny | G | 380 words
This was great. That ending line made me laugh.

Great job with this.
Jun. 13th, 2014 02:36 am (UTC)
Re: Broken | Hawaii Five-0 | Steve/Danny | G | 380 words
Thank you! It was one of those rare fics where I felt satisfied with the end... like I was able to bring everything together instead of just ending it on an awkward note.
Jun. 12th, 2014 09:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Broken | Hawaii Five-0 | Steve/Danny | G | 380 words
Jun. 13th, 2014 02:36 am (UTC)
Re: Broken | Hawaii Five-0 | Steve/Danny | G | 380 words
Jun. 13th, 2014 01:58 am (UTC)
100 words even.

two-year-old with a broken arm ahoy: http://my-evanston.livejournal.com/29937.html
Jun. 16th, 2014 01:34 pm (UTC)
Ow! Poor baby! Well done, you!
Jun. 16th, 2014 01:53 pm (UTC)
Why thanks! <3
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