[florence nightingale effect meme]

[dispairages]

Florence Nightingale Effect Meme

1. Previously aloof tough character gets injured, lets the love interest treat their injuries, and reveals a newfound trust and intimacy. This might or might not involve the tough person making that hissing sound when the love interest touches their injured face, but not quite pulling away...

2. The love interest gets injured, and the tough character treats them and suddenly reveals a tender side.

It's an old trope, admittedly, but an understandable one. You're hurt - physically or emotionally - and perhaps even on the brink of death. And then, out of the blue, someone saves you and brings you back. They heal you, they feed you, cloth you, wash you. In the human mind, the intimacies can bring up warm feelings, even in the hardest of hearts. Will you fight them or let them grow? And what about when it's time to leave? You may not feel like leaving your angel...

HOW TO PLAY
1. Comment with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd prefer to play the healer or the healed - or both, for greatest versatility!
2. Reply to others.

NOT EXACTLY PROMPTS, BUT IDEAS

- The finding and saving
- The hurt/comfort care process, I.E. cleaning wounds, bathing, wrapping bandages, etc.
- Feeding, finding clothes, etc.
- Mother hen behavior ("you're still hurt, don't do that!")
- Comforting from trauma
- Unwilling patient
- Pulling away, trying to be all aloof
- Realization of growing emotions
- Denial
- Attempts to instigate something more
- Jealousy at seeing your savior with someone else
- Confessions
- Mutual attraction
- First (accidental or no) kiss
- Obligatory sex scene option
- Make your own scene

Comments

[ballsoffire]

[You know you want a high school dropout as a doctor]

[citified]

[Well, she doesn't have much choice, because here she is, seriously injured from an attempted heist. She does her best to stake out her targets beforehand, making sure that she won't be caught by hidden cameras or unusually competent guards, but she'd failed to anticipate the slim possibility that someone else might decide to break into the same store on the same night. She'd found herself face-to-face with an infinitely less subtle gang of thieves, and as a result she has a few nasty bruises, a grazed arm, and a bullet lodged in her thigh.

She could go to the ER, but she knows they're required to report gunshot wounds and she doesn't want them looking into her latest false identity too closely. She knows a few doctors that do off-the-books work on the side, but first she needs to keep herself from bleeding out. She borrows a trenchcoat off of a man on the street--well, demands it from him at gunpoint, to be exact--and pockets her goggles, making a beeline for the nearest drugstore. Purchasing some bandages and antiseptic, she limps towards the bathroom, only to stagger as a wave of dizziness washes over her senses.

She grips a shelf to steady herself, breathing shallowly.]

[ballsoffire]

[Normally, Johnny kept to himself. He didn't bother with people, he didn't want anything to do with people, just focus on his own life and take care of his own problems. He didn't even plan on staying in this city too long. The Rider had popped out too often for him to be happy here, and there was more than one criminal who went to the police missing their eyes or face, just one charred mass.

He was planning on leaving today actually, when his nose was assaulted by the smell of blood. He tensed, and instantly found the culprit: Probably the woman in the huge coat keeling over on the floor. A plus detective skills, skipper, Batman would be proud.

He's at her side in an instant, trying to help her steady herself. Yeah, not gonna go in that bathroom, he doesn't want to be labeled a pyro and an pervert]

Let me help, c'mere...

[citified]

Keep your hands to yourself. [She swats him away, not wanting to accept the help of some man she's never met. As she straightens up, a siren peals in the distance, and she curses under her breath. She's too close for comfort to the site of the break-in, and she can just imagine the GCPD holing her up in that bathroom.

Thinking better of the offer, she grips Johnny's arm.]

You got an apartment around here? Or a hotel room?

[ballsoffire]

[Her sins were particular. At best, the Rider was half way interested, at worst, he might just use her to see if there were worse people he could get at. But Johnny concerned himself with other things, just sighing as she swatted him away.

He figured she would change her mind at the sound of sirens.]

I'm in a motel not far from here. I'll get you there and see what I can do.

[He'd go to assist her out, the chopper not far from him]

[citified]

All right. [She links her arm around his, keeping her other hand free to grab the gun in case he decides to try anything. Behind her, she realizes that her crouching had left a small bloodstain on the floor--hopefully no one will take note of it.]