hurt/comfort meme

[alkali]

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

Comments

[mapsincolor]

[All things considered, a hospital isn't the worst place to be during an invasion. There are plenty of supplies, and people trained to handle a crisis. The training probably didn't involve quite so many spaceships, but no education is perfect!

Right now, The Doctor's busy arguing with a janitor over whether a screwdriver or a mop is a better defensive strategy. Donna ignores them, and begins checking around to make sure they haven't missed anyone. Passing one of the rooms, she hears... sniffling?]

"Hey - Someone in here? You alright?"

[doublefrick]

[When the invasion started Elliot had hit the nearest supply closet and never came out. There was no sort of training for something like this and she'd seen enough movies to know she didn't want to be abducted. Which is why she's currently hiding and crying in the closet.

With her legs up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her legs she closed her eyes and rested her chin gently on her knees. She knew people would need help but, she couldn't make herself suck it up and go out there.

Hearing somebody call out near the door she went silent.]

"Dandy, thanks for asking."

[mapsincolor]

[Donna edges the door open, not surprised to find the speaker curled up, cheeks streaked with tears. Her expression softens into a smile.]

" 'Dandy' - American, right?"

[Briefly, she wonders why people insist they're alright when there is absolutely no reason to BE alright. It doesn't seem to matter what planet you're on, the automatic response is 'fine.']

[doublefrick]

[Cheeks streaked with tears and mascara. Seriously, she could not find one that was actually waterproof, they said they were but she begged to differ.]

Yeah.

[Elliot slowly uncurls herself though makes no effort to move toward the woman standing in the open door.]

[mapsincolor]

[Rule #1 - The tube ALWAYS lies. Always. Donna rifles through her pockets and pulls out some tissues. She kneels down, offering them.]

Look like you could use these.

[She takes in the scrubs - possibly one of the doctors?]

My name's Donna. What's yours?

[doublefrick]

[She takes the offered tissues and gently dabs at her eyes.]

Thank you.

[With a sigh she tilts her head back, gently knocking it against one of the lower shelves.]

Elliot.

[mapsincolor]

Nice to meet you, Elliot. Here, any room down there? My feet are killing me.

[There's been a LOT of running today!

Also, Elliot looks like she might need some company.]

[doublefrick]

Yeah, just let me scoot over.

[She inches herself to the left, giving Donna enough to room to sit with her.]

[mapsincolor]

Thanks. You'd think I'd learn to just wear trainers, but couldn't pass them up!

[Donna settles into the space, rubbing where her heels have raised blisters.

It's actually not bad, as far as hiding places go.]

[doublefrick]

[This had actually been where Elliot used to come and cry when she first started working. A lot of memories in this closet.]

Their cute, I could see why you couldn't pass them up.

[She chews on her lower lip for a moment.]

How bad is it out there?

[mapsincolor]

Well, the Doctor seems to be either making friends or enemies with your janitor... Oh, you meant the...

[What HAD the Doctor called them? Hmm.

Donna settles for miming something with a lot of teeth.]

Those?

[doublefrick]

Likely enemies. Janitor only seems to really like a handful of people.

[But, yes she had meant the things with a lot of teeth.

That were rather terrifying to look at.]

Yeah.

[mapsincolor]

["Janitor" is said with a capitol letter, the same as "Doctor." For a second Donna wonders... nah.]

There's still a few left. They're pretty awful, aren't they?

[She wonders how long Elliot's been in here, how much she had to listen to.]

[doublefrick]

Think they'd scare my brother Barry straight.

[She muses the thought out loud, before realizing it and shakes her head slightly.]

Never seen anything like them in my life.

[mapsincolor]

[Elliot seems to be catching her breath, so that's a good sign.]

Me neither. I thought the giant wasps were bad... Sorry, will it help or not help hearing things like that?

[While Elliot's already figured out humans are NOT alone, it's hard to tell how much one person can handle in a day.]

[doublefrick]

Giant wasps?

[Her eyes widen and she looks like she's either going to throw up or maybe pass out.

She was allergic and now knowing giant wasps were out there. Not good.]

[mapsincolor]

[Whoops. Donna quickly grabs her shoulders.]

No, sorry, they're not here! They're not here. We're here. We're here, and... you're here. Just breathe, yeah? You're a doctor, that's what you do for shock, right?

[doublefrick]

[Yes, breathing is usually what one does when they are in shock. And it's what Elliot is trying to do now. The idea of huge wasps though - she can't seem to shake it.]

[mapsincolor]

[Fair enough. Donna doesn't like them either. She wraps an arm around Elliot, keeps talking.]

Shh. Sorry, it's been a bad day. Shouldn't have joked.. Sorry.

There's good things too, though. You want to talk about them?

[Donna really hopes to avoid the fallback treatment for shock. Elliot seems nice, she doesn't want to have to slap her!]

[doublefrick]

Good things?

[Her voice almost hits a shrill tone, but she keeps it down.]

We have weird, alien want to probe us probably things wandering around.

What kind of good things are there?

[mapsincolor]

[Donna laughs. Oh, she knows that tone. Uses it herself, on occasion. Healthy shriek is good for you!]

I know, it's bonkers, isn't it? The world suddenly makes a lot less sense then it did this morning.

[She keeps the arm around Elliot.]

Good news is they generally don't want to probe us. Most of them are actually alright. Just getting on with family and kids. Waking up. Look at the sun rise, think "Yeah, let's have another day."

[doublefrick]

I'm thinking I should have called in sick.

[Elliot seems to be calm for the most part. Another steady breath to make sure though.]

Seriously? I mean if you go off movies, that's all they seem to want to do. Their actually normal?

[mapsincolor]

Depends on what you mean by "normal." But yeah. Universe is full of people, just people. Some of them have too many limbs or they're robots or skinny idiots who can't shut up for two seconds.

[And some of them have too many teeth and invade hospital gift shops. Bad apples in every group!]

[doublefrick]

A part of me could have gone my whole life without witnessing any of this.

[She waves her hand toward the door, knowing full well what was happening on the other side.]

[mapsincolor]

[Donna nods. Though she wouldn't trade her memories for anything (not willingly), there are some images she'd rather not have in her head. But you take the good and the bad, don't you?

And talking helps.]

Tell me about it. No, go on, tell me.

[She can still hear the Doctor arguing with the Janitor. If there was imminent danger the arguing would be a lot shriller. They've got some time to talk.]