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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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 captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, 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.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

Comments

[missesthewar]

"You can't. The alley was making you very ill; you nearly died, because you got sick from the cold."

He smiles a bit sadly. "As many blankets as you need, here."

[desecrated]

He nods, miserably - not forgetting about the cold. {D-don't want to die. But ... sometimes think easier. Sorry.}

Sorry, he knows John wants him to live. He knows he probably doesn't deserve to die.

[missesthewar]

"That's understandable, not wanting to die but feeling like it'd be easier. I know you've been in pain for a long time."

"How about this? We can sit on the sofa for a bit and I'll rub your head and read if you like. And later on, if you want, we can talk about what being friends means. Does that seem all right?"

[desecrated]

A nod. He can't help but obey John. It's not like - he wants to do anything else.
It's like blank - or maybe pages missing. Invisible ink? All jumbled in one - stuffed in a locked cabinet?

Maybe.
And then there's the wall. Always the wall he can't get past to understand. He thinks that's where it is. Where he understands things.

Stupid.

[missesthewar]

He goes to help Sherlock to the sofa, going to help him sit down so he can stroke the man's head. "I've got you. I won't hurt you, Sherlock. I promise. I know you don't believe that, and that's all right."

He hums a little after that, not very tunefully, but he does his best.

[desecrated]

He lets John touch his head, leaning against him, and focusing on the sensation on his scalp. Hums along without realizing it, harmonizing when he can hear them.

Music. He understands that. It's simple. Comforting.

Mustn't trust him. Mustn't trust him now.

[missesthewar]

He hears Sherlock trying to hum with him, and he switches over to snatches of tunes he's heard Sherlock play. He doesn't know what most of them are called, and he doesn't know very many songs in full. But it's something familiar, he hopes. Even if Sherlock can't remember consciously, it's something.

He wonders sometimes if he's helping or just deluding himself.

[desecrated]

He hums, cautiously, though he's not sure of some of the tunes. Some he can't remember. Too far away.

Damaged, deleted. Smashed to bits.
He wonders why John is humming all these fragments of tunes.

His head is starting to hurt from all of them.

[missesthewar]

He notices that Sherlock seems to be tensing up just a bit and stops humming. "Sorry, is that too much?"

He'll stop if it's bothering Sherlock.

[desecrated]

{Can't recall} he hums the tune a little, wincing. Should remember. Stupid useless thing.
What does it matter? John. John doesn't want this.

Unless to hurt? Later. Obviously later, trying to get him to drop his guard, to not be afraid.
Can he pretend convincingly enough again?

Because John seems more determined.

[missesthewar]

"That's all right. Do you want me to get a recording of that song, or do you want me to hum something else? There's no wrong answer."

Anything is fine, he's just trying to get Sherlock to be comfortable making choices again, even minor ones.

[desecrated]

{Want ... know it...} He covers his hands. No he - he didn't mean that. Didn't mean to contradict. He wants to know what it is and how he'd know it. That there ... is things missing?

Maybe. He can't remember what's missing.

[missesthewar]

"You'd like to know it. Do you mean, you're not sure why you can't remember?" Sometimes he has trouble working out what Sherlock's trying to say, especially given that he's also learning sign as he goes.

He'd never thought he'd need it.

[desecrated]

He nods even though that's not exactly what it is. He doesn't care why he can't remember, he just wants to remember it so he doesn't feel so stupid.

Because only a stupid thing wouldn't remember something like that.
It's music, it should be something he can remember, though he's not sure why he knows that.

It's his fault he's broken.

[missesthewar]

"You've been through a lot and...it seems to have affected your memory to some extent. I don't know if you'll start remembering later; if you don't, it's all right. The song is by Brahms, I can probably find it."

He pops open his phone and plays the piece, watching Sherlock carefully.

[desecrated]

He listens to the tune, tracing his fingers through the air, in a bit off rhythm, but it's clear he remembers some of it.

{Music...Sleep} he signs, unable to remember the exact name of it, but listening to each note now it makes him sleepy.

[missesthewar]

"It's a lullaby, yeah." He smiles, trying to reassure Sherlock that he's doing well. "That's good, that you remember it a little. It's nice. You used to play it sometimes." After he had particularly hellish dreams, actually. They didn't talk about it, but...well, it was there.

He hesitates, not sure if it's too soon. "We've...got your violin here now. If you ever want."

[desecrated]

{Do I play?} though he makes the sign for 'child's play' rather than 'play' as in a musical instrument.
He couldn't remember. John just said he did but he didn't remember playing.

Just hurting. He shifts, again, swinging between peaceful and anxious.
Why can't John just hurt him and be done with it?