my hyperspecific whump daydream rn is a touch averse whumpee with a head injury getting their wound cleaned and hair washed in a sink (preferably by an equally touch averse caretaker)
just the initial, instinctive tension of being in a vulnerable position where you have no choice but to let someone touch you. tiny flinches from the stinging of the disinfectant and soap. both people involved quiet and determined to get through this with as little physical contact and awkwardness as possible
but then the warm water and the gentle touch starts to feel... good? and maybe whumpee's hair is soft and caretaker zones out, being a lil more thorough with the shampooing than they strictly need to be. and they both relax, gradually, into a sort of practical intimacy that they'll Definitely Never Do Again