Hurt & Comfort

[huffpuffblonde]

HURT & COMFORT RP [EXPANDED]
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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Rose Tyler | Doctor Who | Open

[huffpuffblonde]

[huffpuffblonde]

She wants to protest, starts to, even, except her ribs are killing her, so she nods instead, letting out a shaky breath. "Right, yeah, okay, safety, then keeping the universe from exploding, then giant rampaging reptiles."

She moves to shove up, push herself to her feet, but all she really manages to do is let out an awkward wheeze. "I can't- I'm sorry, can you help me?"

[debonairdoctor]

"Here... Put your arm around my neck," he says, crouching down at her side, and putting on arm under her knees, and one around her back. He's very careful not to touch the broken rib, though he doubts this will be all that comfortable for her. It will be much quicker with him carrying her than with her trying to hobble along, though. "Ready?"

[huffpuffblonde]

She's not normally the 'getting carried' type, but at this point, it'd just take up more time to fight it, and there were more important things going on than her pride, so she slipped an arm around her neck, braced herself, and nodded.

The way she's curled is definitely not the most comfortable of positions, and she grips at his shoulders, tensing her muscles, trying to keep pressure off of the rib. "One of these days, this'll end with me patching you up, lecturing about superior biology and wandering off."

4, if you don't mind

[weirinspace]

Elizabeth is walking, carefully, arms outstretched. Her eyes are open, but she doesn't seem able to see, as she takes each step one at a time.

"H-Hello? Is there anyone there?" She calls out. "Please...?"

Sure~!

[huffpuffblonde]

Rose is across the path in a second, sprinting over, steadying a hand on the woman's arm.

"Hey! Hello, are you alright? My name's Rose, is everythin' okay?"

[weirinspace]

Someone's there! Elizabeth stops, nearly sobbing. "O-Oh, thank...Thank god...I've been wandering around for hours... I-I can't see..."

8 - Which one of them should be rescued?

[but_worth_it]

[huffpuffblonde]

((Very good question. They're fairly even on the rescuing so far, between the pool and the Nestene. I suck forever at coming up with ideas until a plot actually gets going. My inner anti-Damsel in Distress says him, but I'm absolutely good with either.))

[but_worth_it]

He wasn't really certain how he got here. It started out just fine---he and Rose were looking for some information on how she'd been transported into her 19-year-old body on Falaxias 7, and then something hit him. Wasn't Falaxias 7 supposed to be the world of soft wollen hills? Where the hell would they get something hard enough to knock him unconscious

[huffpuffblonde]

The clear answer for that question was it'd have to be something not from Falaxias 7. Everything here was wool-woven, some of the houses were even made from the stuff. She wondered how in the hell they held up in the rain, but in the last four days, there hadn't been a drop.

And don't even get her started on the people that were trying to "take over". For starters, they were attempting to conquer a wool planet. A planet who's greatest offerings were sweaters and knit caps. Granted, there was a civilization here that had great and unfathomable wisdom, hence the trip to try and get her consciousness restored, but judging by the way they killed the High Priestess, they weren't terribly interested in the knowledge aspect.

It wasn't really all that difficult to stop them. The really difficult part was getting them to open up about where they'd stashed the Doctor. Apparently, they'd mistaken him for the Falax prince. The only male off-worlder on the entire planet. Really, it hurt her brain a bit when she thought about it. They were

[but_worth_it]

He wasn't broken. He'd been tortured before, he knew what that was like. This wasn't really torture. It was just cold, and it was lonely. It was paralyzingly lonely. No one told him what they wanted. For all he knew, the spray was all automatic and he was completely alone here. And Rose could be dead. Or worse, what if she was in a place like this?

He took in a breath of the mouldy wool. From somewhere below his wooly floor, he thought he heard Rose's voice. But perhaps it was just an echo.

"Three. Two. One." And the water shot down on him, icy cold against his jumper and skin. He coughed and shook, struggling against his binds even though he knew it was a waste of time.

[huffpuffblonde]

It was the sprinkler systems that caught her attention. The sound of water shooting down a metal pipe. Something dripped on her from overhead, and she turned her gaze to the ceiling. It was thick and silver, hanging from the ceiling from metal bracers, traveling down the hallway and disappearing around a corner. Where there was water, there was life, undoubtedly, and it answered the question for how this planet got it's water sources and irrigation without destroying the homes woven from itchy material.

She followed it around a corner, down a hall, and it ran smack into a wall made of wool. She frowned, pressing her hand against it. It was springy and thick, and starting to get soggy. Strange. She circled around, trying to find the entrance to the room, but there was nothing, no additional pipe works, just a soggy, thick wall and a slightly downward sloped pipe.

[but_worth_it]

The water sprayed down on him, and the Doctor coughed. The floor beneath him was wet and squishy, and he had to struggle to get back up to his feet. He pulled. He pulled again. No give. He threw himself into one of the soft walls. Nothing.

There was just no point, he knew it. He had to be alone here. He didn't even think there was anyone watching him.

"I'm the never give up," he reminded himself. He jumped on the wool floor. Then, jumped again. And again. The wool began to give under the strain of the water and the Doctor's weight.

"HA!" he barked, excited.

[huffpuffblonde]

She frowned. There was definitely something weird about this. Or, maybe she was barmy. She was half-way through turning to leave, when the pipe above her gave a sudden, twitching jerk. The wool might've done a lovely job at soundproofing, but the twitching groan of the metal pipe wasn't muffled.

That, and the fact the wool was pulsing. Could it be that there were still a few idiots from Greg? Possibly. Given the intelligence of their take-over scheme, Greg wasn't the most intelligent planet out there... which might've been obvious, as it was named Greg.

Well, there was one way to find out. "Oi! You're bringing down the architecture!"

[but_worth_it]

"Rose?" It sounded like she was coming through the wall. It couldn't be---could it? Was she saving him again? He couldn't bother being annoyed at that---she was alive and she was here!

"Rose!" he called. His voice was rough and hoarse and only just carried over the spray of the water. "Rose! Are you all right?"