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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

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Hey you, wake up.

[Gamora starer at Rich, gently shaking him. He's been out for far too long.]

Hey, c'mon. You're not dead. Yet.

[ Gentle as the shaking is, it makes him hiss, and he tries to blink his eyes open a little harder. He mumbles an attempt at man, the Nova Force usually kicks in faster than this, ow, but, in the end, he only manages to squint one eye open at her. ]

m...rr?

[ He'll get to coherent speech soon. Like just saying her name. ]

C'mon. Almost there. [She gently caresses his cheek. It's difficult seeing him this way, but she's going to be by his side until he's better.]

[ It's a good touch. He gives a small sigh of contentment, sinking a little more comfortably into the pillow. After a little bit of time, though, he realizes there's something confusing. His brows knit up. ]

... whur?

[She stops and raises an eyebrow.]

What's wrong?

[She leans in a little closer]

[ Oddly, his sense of smell seems pretty intact, and the scent of her as she leans close eases him a little. He takes a moment to gather up some strength to form proper words. Or thereabouts. ]

You said... almost ther. Wher?

A state of consciousness. You've been out for two weeks.

[Her hand gently wipes his brow, then she kisses his cheek.]

You're a lucky boy. [A sigh.] Still burning up though.

[ Two weeks? That makes his eyes open as wide as they would go. Flark flark flark flark, that can't be good. The Nova force usually fixes him up way faster than that. What did he get himself into this time? But he's clearly not allowed to go fixing it right this moment. If Gamora's being tender like this, she must've been pretty scared. And she's warrior enough to tell him if he's needed the moment he wakes up. Right? ]

Very... lucky. Have... you.

[ Articulating is still hard, but at least his thoughts are coming through more clearly. And so the next question will hardly come as a surprise. ]

Casualties?

[ From... whatever happened. ]

[She smiles, but immediately frowns at his question. Gamora knew he wouldn't like the answer, so she's going to avoid it for a bit.]

It's best we not talk about that right now. You need to get your strength back.

[She stands and walks over to a nearby table. After grabbing a roll of bandages, she sits down next to him again.]

Now be still. I need to change the one around your forehead.

[ And that is answer enough. Rich's eyes close, hiding away the pain. He survives. He always survives. And the cost... ]

[ He's pretty sure that, by this point, he's outstayed his worth. And, yet. ]

'kay.

[ He knows her fingers are strong, and can be careful. Still, he braces for pain. Even if just the shift of bandages against the wound, or the brush of air against it. He knows how this stray goes. ]

[Gamora frowns. She hates seeing him like this. If only she could take his place...she would.

Before she concentrates on the bandages, she leans down and presses a gentle kiss against his lips.]

I'll be gentle, I promise.

[ Rich has heard what she did, on the surface of a star to save her team. He knows that she would. ]

[ He wouldn't wish her to. ]

[ Slowly, he manages a small smile. ]

I can handle it, Gamora. Do what's gotta be done.

[ It's okay. ]

[florence nightingale effect meme]

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SCREEECH TODAY IS THE DAY

I knoooow

And then I took forever, sorry!