bakerstreet | Florence Nightingale Effect.

Florence Nightingale Effect.

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[probably the healer but can be either]

[I am caught up canon wise.]

[There is blood everywhere (not gushing, anymore), and Stiles isn't even sure what happened. Derek just called him to deal with the mess, as per usual, and scampered off with his pack of delinquents. It doesn't look like it was the wolves, though; Stiles knows their claw marks well, and these aren't those. It's well within the realm of possibility that he called Stiles simply because Derek doesn't know the damnedest thing about human first aid.

Stiles takes the unconscious dude to his house because, well, he doesn't really have anywhere else to take him. Deaton wouldn't appreciate being woken for something like this, and if Derek is calling him versus an ambulance, it's a safe bet that he thinks it was something supernatural. Something supernatural that wasn't the wolves.

Christ, he needs to get better friends. Friends who communicate in more than grunts.

His dad won't be home till the following night, so there are still small blessings. Stiles ends up cutting off the shredded flannel shirt to treat the wounds. They're not as deep as he thought, and the unconsciousness might just be a product of being hit in the head. He finds a wallet, but there are like four different credit cards with different names on every single one, so Stiles isn't putting any faith into that.

The guy's phone is dead by this point, and it's like 4 in the morning. Stiles lets the mystery dude have the bed and practically collapses on his floor, pillow and blanket in tow. Anything more can wait to be figured the fuck out in the morning.]

Sam wakes up somewhere near dawn and and reaches for his weapon only to realize it isn't nearby and he has no idea where he is. "The hell," he groans, "where am I?" He struggles to sit up. "Crap......"

Stiles' room is pretty typical of a teenage boy - clean, blue walls covered in a variety of papers. He has a red string crime board, which is a little unusual, but neat, not like a serial killer's. His desk is a whirlwind of papers and his bookshelf houses plenty of comic books and geek memorabilia.

Stiles himself is out cold on the floor, wrapped around a pillow, legs tangled in his blanket. Not a major threat in the slightest.

Sam gives up trying to sit up even though he knows this does not look good who might walk in on them. "Dammit, do I wake the kid up or try to get out of here before someone locks me up for being creepy." He decides for the first option grabbing a bit of paper off the desk and lobbing it at the kid. "Hey," he hisses, "Hey kid wake up."

"Hnm, Dad five more minutes..." Stiles groans, arching his back on the floor and struggling to get more comfortable. He's tired, okay, he was out till all hours of the morning at the fucking preserve.

The sunlight hits him directly in the face when he shifts, and Stiles sighs, resigned to waking up and god-knows-how-early. He nearly yelps when he sees Sam looking over the edge of the bed at him, though, having pretty much forgotten he was there. "Ohhh my god, hey. Howya doin'?"

"I'm not dead which is good," Sam says rearranging his limbs so he fits on the bed a bit better. "Thanks for hauling me in here and patching me up man. I have no idea where the guy who was with me went."

"There was a guy with you?" Stiles' eyes widen, kind of worried. Chances are, whatever had attacked this dude had gotten his friend. "Look uh - I kind of need you to tell me what happened. My friend just called me when he found you out in the woods - "

Sam considers this frowning. Dean will be pissed if he lets his kid in on the whole hunting thing and the kid freaks out. He decides to go for the animal attack route. "I was looking for my brother, he was tracking something, when I got blind sided by something nasty. Claws, teeth the whole nine yards."

"Tracking something. Like...a deer?" Stiles can't fathom what civilians would be out hunting in the middle of the night so...oh god, he hopes they're civilians. "We've had some wild animal problems."

"Uh...no," Sam says, "more like a tiger or so we thought. Now I'm not sure. Thing had wicked claws like nothing I've ever seen."

"Was there anything...weird about it?" Stiles asks carefully, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

"Besides the wanting to kill us part," Sam says, "it seemed like it was laser focused like we were in it's territory or something like that."

"Well that sounds great," Stiles mutters, rubbing the heel of his palms against his eyes. "I'll make sure people go looking for your partner."

"You won't be able to miss him. Dean is really loud and can be a bit pushy. Also look for the car.He's never five feet from Baby. She's a 67 Chevy Impala you can't miss her either."

Stiles gives a low whistle. Wow, a 67 Chevy? He's not too big into cars, beyond his own pride and joy, Betty, but even he knows that's one hell of a car. "I'll make sure they do, look out for the car, I mean."

"What about you? Did I patch you up right?"

Sam tests his various limbs and other sore seeming bits. "Yeah," he says with a smile, "you did pretty good patching me up. Believe me I've spent most of my life doing first aid on myself so I know. What's your name?"

Stiles manages a small smile back, finally sitting up. At least there was that, and hopefully he wouldn't develop an infection or something. "Stiles. How about you?"

"Your uh - I looked in your wallet." Stiles passes Sam the leather wallet sitting on the bedside table. "But you had like a bunch of cards with different names on them."

Sam chuckles softly. "Yeah uh...my job kinda demands I do that. My real name is Sam, Sam Winchester."

"Uh huh." Better to play dumb, because Stiles is no expert but he is a cop's son and he can't think of a job that would require that. "Nice to meet you, Sam."

"Nice to meet you too Stiles," he said, "I was wondering does this town have a diner? You know a place where people like to gather."

[Totally a healer]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Florence Nightingale Effect.

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

Ryuugazaki Rei || Free! || m/m

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

Wanda Maximoff | MCU | m/f

Sam Winchester l Supernatural l OTA

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Hera Syndulla l Star Wars Rebels l ota