#No.29

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Sleepy Summons

whumptober23 day 29- scented candle fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Danny just wants to go to sleep

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Dick was kind of embarrassed. But at least everyone would be embarrassed with him. If they made it out alive.

Look, they had thought it was a simple cult, but apparently there was at least a little magic at play, because they had managed to capture not only Dick, but also Jason, Tim, and Damian.

Batman was supposed to be on his way, but he had been out of town so it might take him a while. Dick just hoped these cultists took their time with the summoning. 

The cultists began to gather around the summon circle which had been lined with candles.

Well, it looked like they wouldn't be that lucky today.

The chanting started and the candles glowed brighter as the chal lines glowed green. Then suddenly a figure appeared in the center of the circle.

Dick stared for a second, unsure if he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing.

There was a boy, maybe between Damian and Tim’s age standing in the center of the circle.They had black hair and blue eyes, and were holding a toothbrush and toothpaste.

The boy blinked at the cultists around him and looked over at the tied up bats.

“Ummm….” The boy said.

Some of the cultists shifted and started muttering among themselves.

Then the boy sniffed the air. “Are those pumpkin spice scented candles?”

“They had a sale.” one of the cultists said.

“Shut up, Jerry.” the potential leader said.

“No, no. I like it.” said the boy. “But now I'm hungry for pumpkin pie.”

“Me too.”

“Shut up, Jim. We’re not making conversation with the foul demon.”

“Wos, okay. I didn't think I smelled that bad.”

“Shut up.” snarled the lead cultist.

The boy held his hands up, accidentally squeezing the toothpaste. He stared at his now toothpaste covered hand. “Look what you made me do.”

“It doesn’t matter.” the leader gritted his teeth. “I summoned you–”

“Actually, it wasn’t just you that summoned me.”

Dick could see the leader trembling with suppressed rage. 

“As the leader of this group, I command you to obey my orders.” 

“But, like, dit you get to be the leader through a cote or did you just appoint yourself.” the boy said, ignoring him.

“He kind of just appointed himself.” said one of the other cultists.

“Dud, that sucks. Are you guys really willing to put up with this?”

“Shut up!” the leader screeched.

“No, he’s right. I want to vote for our leader. What do you guys think?”

Several of the other cultists nodded.

“I vote for you, Freddie. All in favor?”

“Aye.” said everyone but the leader who was spluttering with anger.

“You can’t do that! I’m the leader! I gave you all the leader !”

“But we gathered all the ingredients and drew the circle!”

The boy spoke up again. “What do you guys even get out of this?”

There was silence for a moment.

“You know, I actually don’t really know. What about you Jerry?”

“No. What about you Linda?”

“I just thought we were going to get drunk or something.”

“Demon, I command you to be silent!” the leader said, looking like he’d finally had enough.

The boy glared at him. “First of all, I’m not a demon. Second of all, I don’t feel like being quiet. And third of all, I was finally going to get to sleep on time when you guys summoned me. So, I’m sure you’ll all understand that I'm a bit peeved. And lastly,” the boy stepped out of the summoning circle and the cultists scrambled back. “You were fools for thinking that you could control creatures from the other side of the veil. Most of them would kill you, but since I already showered and don’t feel like washing blood off of myself tonight, I’ll just leave you for the bats.”

The boy's eyes began to glow a bright blue and his hair moved in a nonexistent wind. Frost began to sweep from under his feet toward the cultists. Ice climbed up their legs and crept up until it completely covered them.

Then the boy turned toward them.

Dick swallowed. He hated the occult. He just hoped that whoever this was would leave them alone. He had said he’d leave the cultists for the bats, but still, you could never be certain with the occult. This being was probably not even human.

The boy stepped forward and Dick tensed as he reached out and touched Tim on the shoulder. The ropes holding him fell to the ground, and the boy repeated the process with all of them.

When Dick had removed the tape that covered his mouth he asked, “Who are you?”

“Look,” the boy had rolled his eyes, “I’m tired and I don’t have time to play twenty questions with you right now. If you want, you can just ask your sad trenchcoat man about the Infinite Realms, and also, tell him to stop selling his soul. It causes a lot of paperwork.”

With that, the boy disappeared.

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Damnny groaned as he appeared back in his bathroom. He abandoned his toothbrush and toothpaste and rinsed off his hand, before heading to his room and collapsing on his bed.

He’d deal with all the problems that summoning caused tomorrow. Or next week. As long as Clockwork didn’t say anything, he could take his time.

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[jasmines-library]

Devil in Disguise

WHUMPTOBER DAY 29: Prompt ‘oxygen deprivation’

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: After escaping from the cage, Lucifer decides to pay Sam a visit, only he's not there. So he settles on the next best thing: you.

Warnings: Choking, near death

Word count: 1.2k

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No matter how many times you wished things would go your way, you never seemed to be that lucky. That was to say the least.

You were waiting antsily for your brothers to return, bouncing your leg restlessly and picking the thumb around your skin. They had only gone on a supply run; something they had done hundreds of times, but today something was different. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Every time you turned your back, you felt as though an invisible hand was trailing down your spine, but each time you turned to take a look, the feeling stopped. Perhaps it was to do with the face that Lucifer was back from the cage. 

It was an odd sensation. Seeing Lucifer possess your best friend. It was stranger to know what he was doing with his body too. The havoc and disruption he caused. You would have liked to have said that it got easier when he left Cas and returned to his first vessel, but then you were faced with the constant reminder of what he had done to Sam. You weren’t really sure which was worse. 

To try and take your mind off of things, you had settled down in the library with a book, A leather-bound copy of a handwritten journal that once belonged to a woman of letters. You had just settled into it when you heard it; a loud crash that thundered through the bunker. You had an unwanted visitor. 

Leaving the book on the armchair, you crept into the hallway, snagging a pistol that lay on the table on the way past. The good thing about the bunker was that it was crawling with weapons and you knew it like the back of your hand. But seemingly, so did the intruder. 

A cold hand wrapped its digits around your arm. You yelped as you were whipped around to face Lucifer. Tall and looming over you he grinned, flashing you his pearly teeth. 

“Hiya, Y/n?” He gave you a small wave. “ d’ya miss little old me?”

You shoved him off, holding the gun out in front of you even though you knew that your actions would be in vain. “Get away from me.”

You tried to run further into the bunker, but were stopped by an invisible force, keeping your body in place as though you were surrounded by a block of concrete. “What do you want from me?” 

He shrugged, trailing a slender finger along your jaw. “Can’t I pay a Winchester a visit?”

You gave him a firm look. 

“Okay. Fine.” He chewed the inside of his lip. “I got bored. All this hopping around… i'd got nothing to do. But now I’m back in good ol’ Nick. Well. I thought it would be nice to see some old friends. Maybe take Sammy on a little trip down memory lane. But it seems he’s not here right now. Isn’t that right?”

You didn’t respond. You just grimaced as he took your jaw in his grip and forced you to face him. You tried to squirm but were held still. 

“So, It looks like I'll just have to deal with the next best thing.”

You didn’t have a chance to react as he flung you against the wall, your head snacking against the blue tiles, helpless as you felt the invisible force squeeze you against the wall. 

“Let me go.” You demanded, desperately trying to pry your limbs away from the tile. 

Lucifer just pursed his lips. “Hm. I think this is much more interesting.”

“Sam and Dean’ll be back at any moment and then you’ll be a dead-”

Suddenly an invisible hand wrapped its way around your neck. “You talk too much.

You dropped to the floor, clawing at your neck as you tried to relieve some of the pressure that was crushing your windpipe like it was a can. You gasped and stuttered, trying to hungrily suck in air that refused to pass into your lungs. The agony that blossomed from them was unbearable; fiery and raw. 

Lucifer just smirked as he watched you struggle, tightening his mercilessly around your throat. 

Your chest constricted with fear. You had never imagined you would go down like this. For years you had believed you would go swinging. Never alone and without saying goodbye to your brothers. You flailed wildly as black spots swirled in your vision, and everything faded in and out.Your shoes slipped against the floor, struggling to find a grip on anything in your panic-filled reverie. That was until it stopped. 

Lucifer’s clutch on you vanished as your two brothers stormed into the bunker, noticing your absence. It was then that he heard the struggle coming from the halls. They had never moved faster than they did as they raced towards you, catching the devil off guard and after some struggle managed to restrain him with the cuffs. 

Sam was at your side in a second, squatting besides you. He placed his hands on your shoulder and forced you to look at him with your wide eyes. You were hyperventilating, breaths coming in short and desperate gasps. 

“Hey, Hey. Kiddo. Look at me.” You watched him carefully. Observing the way that his hair framed his face. “Follow my breathing.”

You took in a shaky, but deeper breath feeling the air rush into your lungs. You tried to follow your brother's breathing until yours settled into an even rhythm. 

“That’s it kid. You’re okay. We’re here.”

He wiped the stray tears that had fallen from your eyes and brough your head to his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. You curled up tightly on his lap like you used to do when you were a small child afraid of the monsters that lurked under your bed. You leaned into his warmth, seeking solace in his cologne. 

“You’re okay kid.” He mumbled into your hair, threading your hair through his fingers. He eased you up into his arms and carried you off down the hall. When you dared peak over his shoulder, you noticed that Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. It was likely that Dean had forced him into the dungeon, but you clung closer to Sam just in case. 

He then eased open the heavy door with a creak and crossed the room in two large strides to lay you down on the comforter,Your head snapped up when he stepped away for a moment, panic clutching you tightly again.

You sniffled. “Sammy?”

“I’m here.” He said, returning moments later with Dean who had managed to slip in through the door at some point. 

He perched on the end of the bed. “Hey sweetheart.” He pulled you in close to his chest as his brother came round to sit on your other side. 

“You’re okay sweetheart.” Sam soothed. “He can’t get you anymore. No one is going to hurt you.”

You shuffled in closer to them, as exhaustion began to settle over your body. 

“Why don’t you try and get some rest, kiddo?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Stay with me? Please.”

Dean pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Of course sweetheart. We’re not going anywhere.”

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<- DAY 28 ⛤ DAY 30 ->

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[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 29

Troubled Past Resurfacing

Prodigal Son s01e12: “What were you so desperate to forget?”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 29:

Prompt: "What happened to me?"

Kurak Günler (2022)

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[insertsomthinawesome]

WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 29 - Sleep Deprivation

Sometimes too many things weigh on your shoulders.

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

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[aceofwhump]

Whumptober 2023

Day 29: "What Happened To Me?"

Lucifer 1x04

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[losthavenmine]

Whumptober 2023 Day 29 || Troubled Past Resurfacing

The Mummy (2017)

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[celtic-crossbow]

Whumptober 2023

No. 12 Insomnia | No. 29 Panic | No. 31 “Take it easy.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Hallucinations

“Can’ sleep again?” Daryl drawled, voice rougher than usual with sleep. He lifted his head from the pillow when he felt the mattress dip with your weight. You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. “S’been days, Y/N. Yer startin’ ta look like a walker.”

“You say the nicest things, Dixon.” You got up and stumbled over to the railing of his perch, looking out over the darkness of the cell block. Your body ached. Your head was fuzzy. You felt nauseous and short tempered. But sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how hard you tried. You could only see the faces of the ones you’d lost. Amy. Jim. Dale. Andrea. Shane. Lori. T-Dog. ‘I couldn’t save any of them.’

“Ya can’ keep holdin’ on ta all tha’.” 

You quickly looked at him over your shoulder. ‘Was I talking out loud?’

“Yeah, ya were.”

“Shit.” You scrubbed a hand roughly over your face. You really were losing it. Daryl was sitting up now, his knees bent under the thin blanket with his forearms lying over them. He looked genuinely concerned. “I don’t wanna be in this world anymore.” You admitted quietly. “I’m scared to be awake. I’m scared to sleep.” Your lip began to tremble, your body too depleted to fight off the sting of tears threatening to fall. “I’m so tired.”

The archer observed you quietly, his expression unreadable. You weren’t sure why you came to him. You weren’t even sure where things stood with him. There had been gentle touches and whispered words, even a few kisses shared in secret, but most days, he just remained impassive and gruff. 

“I should let you get some sleep. I’m sorry I bothered you.” Your feet carried you quickly down the stairs, stumbling over the last step in your haste. 

The shower area was dark but the small windows let in just enough moonlight for you to at least see where you were going. Maybe you could just hide away there until morning. Your cell was too small, the terror and memories smothering you. The rest of the prison was inhabited by your small group and a few strangers. People you’d rather not give any reason to worry about you or your usefulness. You had already allowed Daryl to see too much. 

“He doesn’t feel that way about you, you know.” 

You spun around toward the voice to find the space behind you empty. You could have sworn—

“He doesn’t feel that way about anyone. Daryl is selfish.”

“Lori?” You whispered, spinning around again. And again you were met with no one. 

“You’re just a silly little girl. You’re not helping anyone. You never have, never could.”

“Dale?” You whimpered, the name barely leaving your lips before you heard Andrea just by your ear. 

“At least I was useful! You’re just a burden! They’ll be better off without you!”

“I’m trying! I just—”

“Try harder! Hell, you really wanna help, just go out past the fence and let the walkers take care of you.”

“One less mouth to feed, one less burden.”

“Shane, T… I’m doing my—” 

“Your best?” You heard Lori laugh mockingly as your back met the cold tile of one of the shower stalls, sliding down until you were on the floor. “Your best is pathetic.”

“Pathetic!”

“Pathetic!”

“Pathetic!”

Your hands flew to your ears, the word echoing in a flurry of voices and laughter. Your sobs grew louder, your eyes squeezed shut, and your back met the wall over and over as you rocked on the floor to try and get control over yourself. When you felt their hands on your arms, you screamed and flailed. They were gonna to take you to the walkers. They were going to laugh as you were ripped apart. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Easy.” 

The voices stopped suddenly and you pulled away, flattening yourself against the wall. Your eyes opened to find the space in front of you empty save for a concerned pair of electric blue eyes, the moonlight making them almost gray. 

“Take it easy.” Daryl’s tone was soft, his hold on your forearms was firm yet gentle in the most confusing way. 

“Daryl?” Your voice came out as nothing more than a small squeak being forced past the lump in your throat. 

“S’jus’ me.” When you threw yourself into his arms, he made no move to pull away. He simply remained crouched there, one arm around your shoulders, keeping you grounded for the moment. “Wha’ was tha’ all ‘bout?” He pulled back a little but you chased the feeling of protection he was offering, whether it was intentional or not. You didn’t answer him, but given the way he sighed, you thought he may have already known. “Okay.” He finally muttered and you thought he was going to move away and leave you there. 

He hoisted you up into his arms instead, backing out of the stall and then leaving the showers all together. You thought you could still hear whispers as the door closed behind you, your face instinctively burrowing further into his collarbone. 

“Is she okay?” Carol’s voice was full of concern, a small gentle touch brushing over the center of your back as Daryl kept walking. 

“She’s fine. Jus’ needs ta sleep.” He answered roughly. You were jostled slightly as he began to ascend the steps to your cell. You didn’t want to go there, not now that you had awakened everyone and proven those voices right. 

You were a burden. 

You sniffled and waited for him to deposit you and leave. Your back met the mattress slowly, gently, and the blanket was pulled over you a second later. But instead of the bottom of the top bunk, you saw the high ceiling of the cell block when you opened your eyes. 

You weren’t in your cell. 

“Daryl?” You questioned meekly, turning your head just as the blanket lifted once more and the archer crawled under it at your side. 

You were in his bed. 

“What’re you—” You blinked wide eyes at his chest when you were unexpectedly pulled tightly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head. 

“Try ta sleep now.” 

Your surprise dissolved into something else, walking the fine line between gratitude and guilt. You nodded minutely, wiping your eyes as best you could given the proximity. 

“Quit yer wigglin’.” 

“Sorry.” You muttered, sniffling again before you closed your eyes. You could actually feel the lure of sleep pulling heavily at your subconscious, your mind already growing blank and your eyelids too heavy to open. You felt safe and warm and right. You’d have to talk to him about what happened but that was a problem for tomorrow. “Daryl?” You mumbled, almost slurring the syllables. 

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” 

His eyes opened, staring at the darkness over your head while the tension left your body and your breaths deepened, soft snores already puffing out against his skin. The archer pulled you a little closer. 

“Don’ ever hafta thank me, Y/N. I gotcha.”

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[omgiamwish]

Whumptober 2022 Day 29 - “Better me than you.”

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[whumpneto]

Whumptober 2023 - No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

Milo Ventimiglia as Peter Petrelli in Heroes (S01E01) and (S01E02)

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[whumpshots]

Whumptober #29

Trope of the day: “What happened to me?”

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Machines are beeping, footsteps walking in and out of the room. Someone talks to another person, but they can't hear out anything they are saying.

Whumpee remembers the coldness in the cell they had been sitting in for weeks. Their body throbbed and hurt with every breath they took, now they are warm and ... painless.

Is this death?

It takes a few more moments for them to finally open their heavy lids, the room is not as bright as they anticipated. The talking stops and someone rushes to their sides.

There are hands on them, warm and gentle. Whumpee's throat hurts as they open their mouth and croak “What happened to me?”

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[lost-shoe]

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Whumptober 2022

No. 29 WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME...

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[cyberwhumper]

Baxter thought it'd be funny to have his captive dig his own grave exactly where the one he previously escaped from was. Shoveling dirt under the threat of a gun, Whiskey isn't afforded any seconds to recover. The man is riled up and wants this done now. Once he starts having trouble with the shovel due to exhaustion, his captor forces him to dig with his hands instead.

The grave, however, was not empty.

All eyes are laser-focused on the body that occupies it, gruesome details still concealed by the dirt yet clear enough to know exactly who it is. It's as if they all collectively come to the exact same realization, and shock is written all over their faces as their eyes dart between the partially buried remains and the man previously digging at them. The dirt is stained red with dried blood, the unmistakable stench of death giving away what everyone was thinking.

"What the fuck did you do...?" Whiskey is the first to break the silence, eyes uncharacteristically wide staring back at Baxter. A deer in the headlights. Does he not know?

"You didn't... you didn't escape..." The words seem to slip out of his captor's mouth as he is thinking them, trailing off. "You died.". The absurdity of it all is not lost on him, and a nervous laugh soon follows. This is a nightmare. "You fucking died! Unbelievable!"

Whiskey is speechless. There is no escalation, no smartassery, nothing. I died? You're shitting me, right? Had he really died? Well, the body in the grave certainly looked exactly like him. But maybe they're just fucking with my head. Maybe this is some advanced-level gaslighting bullshit they're pulling, they'll work me up and laugh at me when I freak out. That's gotta be it, right?

Baxter's shock slowly gives way back to his searing rage as he seems to connect the dots. What truly karmic levels of irony it must be, that the person you hate the most is the one you can't seem to get rid of. His grip on the gun tightens in fury.

"We changin' plans, boys!" Baxter yells to the present gang members, yet his gaze remains fixed on his captive. "Looks like the prick here will be joining us permanently."

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[gierosajie-art]

Whumptober 2023 Prompt List | No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” | Troubled Past Resurfacing

[Genshin Impact | Collei Voiceline - Chat: Memory]

"When I don't have much to keep me occupied, old thought patterns start to creep back in, and— Soon as I start talking about it, the flashbacks start..."

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[bumblingdragon]

Whumptober - day 29 - lab rat (alt prompt)

(a little lab whump AU, as a treat)

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[atimeofyourlife]

Whumptober day 29

rated: t | wc: 762 | prompt: Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?” | tw: implied child abuse Steve wakes up in hospital and doesn't know what happened to him.

Steve blinked awake, squinting against the harsh lights of a hospital room. He had no idea what had happened this time to land him in hospital, but that didn't worry him too much. It was far from the first time he'd woken up in a hospital bed unable to remember what had caused him to be there. Everything seemed to ache, in ways he couldn't quite describe. He tried to move his hand, but his movements were restricted by the IV and wires trailing from him. There wasn't anyone in the room with him, and he wasn't sure if that was better or worse. It was better because he didn't have anyone there to immediately start berating him for whatever stupid actions had landed him in a hospital bed this time. It was worse because there was no one around to tell him what had happened, how he'd got hurt this time, how hurt he was. Between his aching body, and all the tubes and wires, he was only just able to reach the call button for the nurse.

"It's good to see you awake," The nurse said as she came in, "you've been out for a while."

"W-" Steve tried to speak, but the dryness in his mouth and throat

"Here," The nurse raised the head of his bed slightly, then spooned some ice chips into Steve's mouth from a cup that she'd brought in with her.

Steve let the ice melt in his mouth, the cool water providing instant relief. "What happened to me?"

"You've got a concussion, and a number of broken bones. It's going to be some time before you get to leave us, I'm afraid."

"How?" Steve mumbled, unable to figure out the vague blurry memories.

"We didn't get much information about that. Your friends who brought you in said they found you like that, they didn't know what had happened. Chief Hopper said he'd try to find out. But he's not told us anything yet."

"How long have I been here?" Steve asked, focused on the word 'yet'.

"It's been a couple of days. We kept you sedated to give you a chance to start to heal."

"And where are?" Steve glanced around the empty room, wondering why his friends weren't there.

"We had to ban them from coming in until you were awake. They kept causing trouble for staff and disturbing other patients." The nurse explained as she started to check Steve over. "Now you're awake, we can let Chief Hopper know, and I'm sure he will spread the word to your friends."

Now he was awake, Steve was aware of the nurses and doctors that were constantly coming and going. Checking the readings on the machines, checking that the IV was clear. Asking him questions about how he felt, and what he remembered of what had happened. It was a relief when the door opened to Hopper and Robin.

"Hey-" Was all he managed to get out before Robin was throwing herself at him.

"Dingus, we've been so worried."

"Carefully, Buckley. You heard the nurse, you don't want to make anything worse." Hopper said, coming to sit in a chair by the bed.

"Where's the others?" Steve asked.

"Not told them that they can come yet. The kids caused too much trouble, they'd probably get themselves kicked out again." Hopper explained.

"Yeah, and we didn't want them to make you feel worse. You know how loud those shitheads can get. Even being in a hospital doesn't get them to shut up." Robin added. "But, seriously, Steve. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit? I think I'd feel better if I'd been run over by a truck."

"Do you remember what happened?" Hopper asked, his tone becoming serious.

"No. I asked the nurse, and she said she didn't know, just that you found me hurt." Steve said.

"What's the last thing that you remember?"

"I'm not sure. I remember cleaning the house because my parents were planning on coming home." Steve screwed his face up as he thought, instantly regretting it as pain bloomed. "Why?"

"We're just trying to figure out the timeline." Robin replied quickly, but Steve knew her tells and could instantly see that she was lying.

"What happened to me?" Steve demanded, raising his voice slightly.

"Hey, Harrington. Kid. Calm down. You don't want to make yourself worse, you're hurt enough as it is." Hopper rushed in. He then hesitated for a second, before continuing. "The thing is, Steve. We think your parents might have been the ones that did this to you."

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