For whatever record there might be:

[nny]

I appear to have concussionated myself again. I was getting out of the car last night and the wind smashed the car door into my head; today at school I felt headachey and dizzy and had three nosebleeds in rapid succession, so they stole me away and took me to casualty whereupon it was decided that I was concussionated.

Sigh.

I'm going to nap, since I feel like crap, and then I'm going to watch something suitable non-braincell-engaging such as Psych or Torchwood. (Sorry, no podficcing tonight.)

If anyone would like to leave me drabbles or drawbles in which characters have been STRUCK UPON THE HEAD, though, that would no doubt speed my recovery.

♥

Comments

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know what? I declare this to be a Villainny-injury-free time, because between being sick and now this, you kinda need a break.

*hugs a lot* Stick with Psych. It's just slick enough that you really don't have to pay attention and can still love it :)

[forest-rose.livejournal.com]

Gaah! Oh, you poor thing, this is not what you need at the moment *snuggles you* Take care of yourself! xx

[muji]

*points at shiny MacBook*

What is this podficcing you speak of?

[siria]

Oh my gosh! *gathers you up in a big Rodney hug*

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

*hugs a bunch* Hope you feel better soon.

[lazulus]

Ack! Concussion is horrible! I have been concussed and it is an utterly miserable thing. Poor you. :(

*tucks you up in bed*

[spuffyduds.livejournal.com]

Poor baby! *pets you gently*

Here's an old Fraser/RayK preslash head injury fic (based, actually, on memory-smooshing concussion I had years ago) http://spuffyduds.livejournal.com/66271.html#cutid1

Feel better!

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

Shawn waved a hand airily. "Oh, Gus, it'll be fine! It's a Powerpoint presentation, and I? Am great at Powerpoint presentations. Once I had a room full of banking professionals enthralled - enthralled! - for nearly twenty minutes, based purely on a bunch of random Powerpoint slides and the use of the phrase 'If you'll bare with me a minute'. It'll be fine."

Gus scowled. "And what happened then, Shawn."

"Welllll...."

Gus pointed at him. It was an Angry Finger. "And. What. Happened. Then."

Shawn sighed. Clearly, the Angry Finger was going to win this time. "... and then the ceiling collapsed and gave you a concussion. Fine. But still-!"

"Concussions HURT, Shawn!"

"And I was there every day bringing you fruit, which you never appreciated, by the way." Shawn suddenly realised " - Hey, I think I'm still mad at you about that. Am I still mad at you about that?"

"Probably." Gus peeped around the corner to make sure their quarry wasn't in sight yet. "And I didn't actually need that many pineapples every day for a week, Shawn, my room reeked."

possibly TBC...

For you! Be well! *squishes*

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Typed straight into the box so please excuse typos (typoes?) and/or incoherence. :)

~~~

"Are you insane?! You can't move me! I have been struck upon the head by a falling boulder!"

"I'd say it was more of a pebble, McKay." John ignored Rodney's sputtering protests and pulled him to his feet, steadying him when he swayed for a moment. Blood was running down the side of Rodney's face, flowing freely from a gash just above his hairline. John wouldn't be too surprised if Rodney had a concussion – the "pebble" had still been half the size of his fist and knocked Rodney right down – but he decided to keep that particular worry to himself.

"Come on, Rodney, time to go home," he said instead, pulling out a bandanna and using it to wipe the worst of the blood off Rodney's face before he put it in the scientist's hand and made him press it against the gash. "Here, keep the pressure on."

Rodney looked like he wanted to go on making a fuss, but then he deflated and sighed.

"Home?" he asked in a small voice, and John squeezed his hand.

"Yeah," he said, wishing he could risk a kiss and promising himself to make it up later, when they were alone and no one would see. "Home."

[genarti]

!!!

Oh, Nny. Ouch! I heartily disapprove of concussinating the Nny.

[requiem2adream.livejournal.com]

*Snuggles muchly* Poor Nny. Feel better sweetie.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

Concussions are hardly unknown in their line of work; along with the gunshot wounds and the bruises and the occasional momentary death, it goes with the job. Though concussions are a little different; anyone can sit with you when you're at A&E with buckshot in your hip, after all.

Owen says that medical studies have proven you don't need to sit up with concussion victims anymore, but even coming from a distant future Jack has lived too long in the past to buy it. It is his job to stay with them, therefore, and Owen washes his hands of the whole situation.

Rhys is nice but kind of ineffective, so Jack makes Gwen stay with him when she's been hit on the head. They sit in his office and don't talk much, since Gwen's high-strung enough not to drift off simply because she's sitting down. The silence is okay; sometimes if she asks he'll even answer some question he wouldn't at any other time.

For Tosh, he takes her up to the Plass and they eat crisps (which are all she wants, anything else makes her nauseous) and he makes her teach him Japanese, mostly the dirty stuff. Tosh blushes, but her vocabulary is extensive and intriguing.

Owen keeps insisting he doesn't need to be sat-up-with, but Jack insists harder and when you're concussed there's only so much Jack you can take before it's overwhelming. So they sit on the sofa near the rolldoor and Jack pulls Owen's head down to his shoulder and tells him stories, as if Owen's a little kid, every one of which is true and none of which Owen believes.

(Except Owen doesn't get concussions anymore. Jack kind of misses it.)

And of course when he's had a severe head injury is the only time Ianto can't pull a bluff better than anyone else on the team, so Jack insists they play poker. Ianto sits in the conference-room chair, all hollows-under-eyes and lip-chewing youthfulness, and Jack thinks it was one of his best ideas ever to make it strip-poker.

[crysothemis.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I'm so sorry you got hurt. Hope you're feeling better soon.

[lunar-echo.livejournal.com]

*big hug* thinking of you