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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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[He didn't expect to wake up, had been prepared and even relieved that it would all be over, ended by Hawke's hand and he might be able to rest at least.

It seemed like a cruel twist of fate that even that was denied him.

Anders could feel consciousness calling him, drawing him out of the darkness he'd been so willing to accept, and he resisted as best he could. But healing magic and salves slowly pulled that option from his hands, and eventually he felt it slip away entirely. Later still he opened his eyes, uncertain how long it had taken for him to be drawn back to a dark tent, the sound of quiet voices outside somewhere. He's unfamiliar with the tent but too familiar with the feel in the air; it's tension, people hiding from others who are searching for them, all of it tainted with the fear and knowledge that they won't be able to hide forever. A losing battle.

A guilty thought flickers through his head that he'd hoped to be rid of all of this, but it's dismissed quickly. ...and met with a faint spark of anger from Justice. They are going to live, so they must continue to fight. Because what else do they have now?

But the fighting will have to wait. Even with the spirit's presence, Anders knows he's not recovered enough to move or see to his own injuries; even shifting slightly on the bedroll sends pain through him, and he stifles a groan.]

h-hello? [He wets his lips with a parched tongue and tries again.] Anyone?

[she's arguing with Clopin in hushed Orlesian when she hears noises coming from Anders' tent; rustling of vague movement, a low groan of voice...

whether he knows it or not, it's been days since Kirkwall began burning. Orsino was dead, as was Meredith, and her brother worried about scouting groups attempting to find those who fled. but she ignores what he says, walking away from their conversation immediately as she hears her patient's voice whispering from the tent. she moves the flap of the tent aside, entering and quickly moving to Anders' side to check on him, kneeling next to his bedroll.]

You're up. [there's relief reflected in both tone and in her large green eyes, looking him over, making sure he hasn't moved too much upon waking.] Thank the Maker you're up.

[Clopin had taken him for dead, a waste of supplies.]

[He's not certain who he expected to be the one so stubbornly insisting he still live; it seemed there would be no one left in the city who'd want him alive if they knew what he'd done, except perhaps someone who wished to make sure he lived long enough to suffer for it. But the woman who enters isn't any of the faces that briefly crossed his mind, and that surprises him almost as much as being alive still did. He remembers her after a moment; not her name so much as what had been done to her, how it had enraged Justice, how horrified he'd been to hear how no one had tried to prevent it. Healing her body was the least Anders could do, knowing well enough that no amount of magic could heal other wounds the horror might have caused. He'd done what he could afterwards to see her safely out of the city and had thought that she'd escaped, gotten far away by now.

He hadn't expected her to be here now.]

What... what are you doing here? [His voice is soft and weak still, and his throat almost too dry to form words.] Should be gone, far away.

I'm not the one you should be worried about. [she hushes him, voice low and soothing as she reaches for a pitcher of water, taking a clean cloth to soak in the pitcher. he's thirsty, that much is obvious, but he can't sit up.

so she presses the soaked cloth to his lips, both to wet them and for him to drink from. it's crude, but she can't just pour him a cup of water either.

she's examining him, free hand at his forehead to check for fever, the cloth back in the pitcher to soak up more water should he want. it's routine for her by now. check for fever, check his stitches, keep him from moving...keep him alive.]

You would have been dead had I gone.

[florence nightingale effect meme]

no get out X(

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