Hurt Comfort Meme

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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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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

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 captived and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case s, 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.

Nabbed from hoohaw

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8 works~

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[She was coughing blood, trying to wipe it away with her shoulder. Ariadne's hands were still bound. She didn't know who took her, but whatever they were, she'd lost a round of bullets in them. Not that it seemed to deter them.

Her sides ached, but she kept trying to work the bonds around her wrist. For as exhausted as she was, she wasn't going to let this get to her. Not the fear, not the pain, not the emotional weight. None of it. She just needed to get through this and deal with the blow back later.

A rag in her mouth kept her from screaming. She wasn't sure where she was, save for the basement of somewhere. She'd already taken an inventory of where she was, and knowing enough about layouts, there was one door and one air vent out of there. It was too dark to see other than that. And the stench around her suggested she didn't want to see what was in that room anyway.

So for now she'd keep trying to work at the rope around her wrists, already working enough of the skin so that two red bands were now forming. She hisses into rag that tasted of iron and dirt. Ariadne just needed to hold on.]

[rerouting]

[Is switching to prose ok? It's way easier for me when a lot of description's involved, but I can switch back no problem!]


Despite his dislike of enclosed spaces, ventilation shafts felt natural to Caleb: the echoes, the sound of metal under his palms and knees...all of them added up to something more than what they were. A place where he had control.

When Ariadne stopped responding to messages he initially assumed she was busy, but after a few hours, he'd started to get suspicious. Chloe still hadn't taught him that whole 'locating people' trick, which would have saved a lot of time, but the device he'd rigged to locate the proximity of headpieces didn't make finding her impossible. And she was far away. Farther than she should have been.

Getting there was common sense, though it did take another hour with only the clicks of his device to follow. When he found what seemed like the right room, it was black. He checked for other heat signatures, but detected only one. Safe, then. Still, he double-checked his weapon's setting before twisting open the vent's screws with a small wrench. When he dropped out of the shaft he landed neatly, clearly experienced, despite the fact that the ground beneath him felt slippery. He recognized the scent of blood, and didn't like it. It kept him from turning on his flashlight, and used only the dimmest setting of his phone to find her.

"What, you didn't think anyone would come?" he asked, voice casual, but he depended on the sound of confidence to provide reassurance. A normal person might have thought to remove the gag first, but Caleb's particular phobia made him focus on the rope binding her hands, which took a few seconds of sawing with his pocketknife. "Don't yell or anything," he whispered, now serious, as he untied the gag. "Are you okay?"

it's fine~

[neckerchiefed]

When she heard something behind her, she tried making noise to direct them towards her. An automatic look of relief crossed her face when Ariadne saw it was Caleb. It was more than unexpected.

Loosely, she wrung out her hands, wrists sore from struggling. The brunette coughed up more blood when the gag was removed. A hand went under her chest as she tried to take a deep breath. "I'm okay." It wasn't the whole truth. She was alive. That's what mattered.

[rerouting]

Yeah...the blood kind of negated any faith Caleb might have put into her words. He looked over her back and as he moved he directed his light toward her stomach and chest, searching for any and all signs of injury. When he spoke, it was a whisper. "Seriously. Fuck pride. I need to know if something's wrong to figure out the best way to get you out of here. I know these ventilation shafts like the back of my hand, but some are easier than others and the more I know, the quicker we can escape. How badly are you bleeding? Does anything hurt to move?"

He made a gesture to reach for her arm, but once again, the fact that someone else doing so to him would have inspired raw panic caused him to stop with his hand in the air, more of a gesture than an insistence. He'd fought against enough handcuffs to know that after a long struggle, he'd occasionally hurt himself too badly to climb ladders, but then, handcuffs were steel and she'd only been confined by rope, so there was a chance she was okay on that front. Breathing, though, was more important. "Did anyone hit you in the chest or back or stomach? Take a deep breath, okay?" Broken ribs were one thing, but if there was blood in her coughing, it indicated something much worse, unless she happened to have been hit in the jaw or face. It was hard to tell, in his dim light. Caleb paused, but quickly continued.

"I have my heat detector on, and I'm armed." Unlike usual, he was actually wearing his holster with the usual strange weapon, along with a second one on his hip that contained a recognizable gun. "We'll get out of here. Just be straight with me about what you can and can't do."

[neckerchiefed]

It wasn't a pride thing. She just didn't know how to respond to that. She wasn't dead which was still better than what could have been. A hand brushed aside some hair shakily. "My chest." There was a dark stain just under her chest under her arm. There was a haggard breath when she breathed in.

"Just get me out of here." She stood slowly. Things were sore, a lot of things were sore. Ariadne would move first, question later. A hand moved to the ground to stand slowly.

[rerouting]

"Hey. Slow. Lean on me." Caleb had enough experience to know that her condition was bad: very bad. He reached around her back, avoiding the injury, to try to help her to her feet and shoulder whatever weight she'd permit. "You've probably lost a lot of blood." At least, that was what her mouth and shirt would indicate.

"I don't think you should crawl. It's not easy going, and there are ladders. There's a main way out, but it might be guarded. I can take care of them. Not kill them, just knock them out. You okay with that, or do you want the vents?"

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The arm she wasn't using to hold herself she wrapped around him. Her head came to his chest and she had to breath slowly. "I trust your judgment. Whatever you think is easier. I can manage if you can help me out." Ariadne told him, not usually one to ask for help. But then this was also her not admitting defeat.

[rerouting]

Okay. Direct route it was. Navigating wasn't easy, with such little light and her added weight, but luckily, this place hadn't always been used for dark purposes and he remembered the location of the door, the direction to turn in the hallway. All the while Caleb closely watched the heat detector, himself and Ariadne forming one bright smudge (now conveniently labeled), and the surrounding area retaining only the dim glow of background warmth. If he'd had another hand he might have used his flashlight at this point, but the device seemed more important. As they hurried down the hall, he noted a dim blur around the corner: no line of sight, so not enough information to glean a precise location or identification.

"Stay here for a second, okay?" he asked, moving back against a wall to let Ariadne lean against it. He pressed his pistol into her hands, assuming that if someone or something else came along, she'd have more luck with a traditional weapon. "I'll be right back."

[neckerchiefed]

Ariadne felt the pain move through her as he tried moving her out of there. She clenched her jaw and tried not to make a sound as she held on to him. Moving on she tried to focus on anything but the pain, trusting that he was leading her.

He stopped her on a wall and looked up anxiously. "Be quick." She said, voice shaky as he pressed the gun into her hand. She didn't want to be there any longer than she had to. It was still poorly lit and she didn't trust her surroundings.

[rerouting]

"Always am," he said, though it wasn't necessarily true, considering how long it had taken him to find her in the first place. Caleb felt a twinge of guilt about that, but he'd done the best he could. "Just hang on. I've been doing this for years, and I haven't messed up yet."

Which, surprisingly, was true. He'd never failed at getting his injured partner out of a bad situation, and there was no reason this should be any different.

Before turning the corner he took his own weapon from its holster, checked the setting with his thumb, and peeked around the corner with the heat detector to see if he was dealing with a human or a monster. Two dots, and he stared at the hovering labels for longer than he should have: Human, unknown. But Chloe had said that the thing now identified anyone who'd ever shown their face on the network, which was everyone, unless they'd gone to great lengths to protect their privacy. How could they be unknown?

He acted quickly, and in less than a second both people were on the floor, a man and a woman, neither having had the opportunity to make a sound. One stairwell, and Caleb and Ariadne would be out. He couldn't predict what awaited them, but at least it wouldn't be this basement.

"Okay. Good news and bad news," he said when he returned, taking the gun so that Ariadne could put her arm around his shoulder once again. "Good news? They're unconscious, and'll be out for around five minutes. Bad? This thing's been upgraded to identify the faces of everyone on the network, and it has no idea who they are."

He would have offered to perform a similar upgrade to Ariadne's heat detector, but apparently it was a coding thing and Caleb had no clue what changes had been made.

[neckerchiefed]

By the time he's come back, she was clutching her side again. She's not sure how long he was gone, just barely managing to cling to consciousness as she stared at the blipping monitor on her device. Picking her head up, she nodded.

"So we need to get out." Ariadne replied after a haggard breath. Coughing again, she wiped at the blood on her lips. Right now she just wanted to get out. Caleb seemed to be handling this, at least getting her out. She just needed to hold out long enough to get out.

Easier said than done.