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Ares was no stranger to getting injured in quidditch but he certainly always tried to avoid it. Just some days that worked out better than others. He’d taken a couple of hard hits from bludgers and he knew he’d broken his arm on the second, but it was the third that had taken him out entirely, if only because it had also thrown him off his broom, thankfully he’d been very close to the ground, so while he’d hit his head hard and he was sure he’d worsened the bruising on his ribs he was mostly fine. He’d been brought to the first aid tent as was customary but was already sitting up as healers checked him over. It surprised him how the moment he’d been in the tent Dimitri had been there, speaking in rapid russian, and Ares who upon the flirting and meeting Dimitri had begun trying to learn russian was answering occasion, in a tired and out of it tone, with short words.
This didn’t bother the healer as they figured out what was wrong. His quidditch gear was off and as the healer left to get things ready it was easy to see the extent of the damage, his arm was very visibly broken, there was bruising and cuts on the side of his face from when he’d fallen, there was deep bruising where the first bludger had hit his chest, Ares didn’t think he’d broken any ribs but he was not a healer. His left ankle was swelling slightly, but Ares wasn’t sure why. Clearly the fall had done some damage. But he felt fine-ish. He was in pain but quidditch could be a painful game. ”Dimitri I’m fine, it’s okay,” he assured him in broken russian, reaching out with his good hand to touch Dimitri and reassure him of that fact.
This didn’t bother the healer as they figured out what was wrong. His quidditch gear was off and as the healer left to get things ready it was easy to see the extent of the damage, his arm was very visibly broken, there was bruising and cuts on the side of his face from when he’d fallen, there was deep bruising where the first bludger had hit his chest, Ares didn’t think he’d broken any ribs but he was not a healer. His left ankle was swelling slightly, but Ares wasn’t sure why. Clearly the fall had done some damage. But he felt fine-ish. He was in pain but quidditch could be a painful game. ”Dimitri I’m fine, it’s okay,” he assured him in broken russian, reaching out with his good hand to touch Dimitri and reassure him of that fact.