#barely conscious

[jasmines-library]

The ‘Do Not Call’ List.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 15. Prompt: barley conscious.

Fandom: DC/batfam

Summary: After finally escaping your life one night without saying goodbye to your family, you find yourself in jeopardy, which leads to a well anticipated call.

Warnings: Blood, stab wound, near death.

Word count: 2.1k

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You were bleeding. Heavily.

The weapon was still lodged within your chest. 6 inches deep it sat, dislodging your ribs which you were sure were shattered, and tickling away at your lung. You hadn’t seen it coming, hidden behind the back of the man you had been tracking. It was too late by the time you had realised he had it; he got you good before sprinting away.

You had tried to get out of this life, leaving those you loved behind. You couldn’t deal with constantly living a lie. So you left. Packed your bags one night, upped and left. They had tried relentlessly to get ahold of you; Missed calls, unanswered texts and even trying to track you on the street cameras, but you knew how to cover your tracks. Being trained as a vigilante does that to a person. You changed your hair and your name, changed your clothes and your hobbies until even you began to not recognise yourself. It hurt to heave your family that way, but you thought it was the only solution. You had seen the texts flooding in. At first, they were concerned, then they turned to anger and morphed into pain and fear once again.

As you staggered backwards, gripping onto your chest, you knew that you shouldn’t have followed him. You knew that you shouldn’t have, that you should have just turned and ran the other way like any normal person should have, but you couldn’t. You missed them. You missed Tim’s meek smile and Damian’s sarcastic remarks, Jason’s wit and Dick’s comfort. You missed collapsing in the study after a long patrol to curl up and watch a movie. Doing this would have brought you one painstaking step closer to them again. So, it was one more criminal.

The blood pooled around you as you cried out, sinking to the floor; a dark river of scarlet oozing from between your fingers. Coughing harshly you tried to apply as much pressure to the wound as your weakening body would let you. The fit only jostled the wound more, eliciting a cry of pain which caused you to fist your shirt.

That was when you suddenly remembered the phone in your jean pocket. You knew that you should call for help, but when you agonisingly slipped it out of your pocket, the number your bloodstained fingers dialled wasn’t the typical number someone would call if they had a fatal stab wound.

~

Tim froze when he saw the name flash on the screen; a name that he knew at one glance. Your name. He hadn’t stopped searching for you since you left them high and dry, albeit there was no sign of you. You had vanished without a trace. His late nights turned even later as he scoured the internet and hacked into the cameras trying desperately to catch a glimpse of your face. He was often accompanied by Jason, who spent his time calling your number or leaving you strands of unopened texts. He hadn’t taken it so well. His nights were full of relentless torment in the form of unsaid thoughts of you. So, when he strolled in groggily to take his usual seat beside his brother but saw your name on the screen, his glass shattered on the floor.

“Is this real?” He asked, ignoring the glass and crossing the room in two strides to reach the computer. Some part of him believed that this was some sick joke, but then the ringing stopped. And started up again moments later.

“Answer it.” Jason told him, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

When Tim pressed the answer button, they were hit with the sound of ragged breathing.

“Y/N?” He furrowed his brow, unable to hide the worry laid thick in his voice. A million thoughts raced through your mind at once.

There was silence on the other end of the line, before your voice pierced through the emptiness. “Jason?”

“Y/N? Where are you? What’s going on?”

“I…”

You were cut off by a coughing fit which caused blood to spill from the corner of your mouth. Both of the boy’s eyes widened at your wine of pain.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“What?” Jason was frantic now, moving around the cave to gather his weapons. “What’s going on?”

Your breath shook as you struggled against the pain. “I didn’t see it in time…”

“See what?”

“I’m sorry I left.” You dismissed his question to continue your ramble. You had to get the words out. You had to tell them. “I had to get out…I had to-”

Tim repeated his brother’s question, but once again it didn’t register in your mind.

“I didn’t want to leave. But it was the only way and I miss you. I miss you all and I need you to know that I love you all so, so much-”

“Y/N!” Jason cut off your rambling and you went quiet on the other end of the line. “What didn’t you see?”

“The knife.”

Jason’s blood ran cold. Suddenly your state made sense. The ragged breathing and the cries of discomfort. “Tim. get a tracking signal.”

“On it.” His fingers were already trailing the keys, working away to find your location.”

“Where are you?” Jason was tugging on his mask.

There was no reply. Just pained wheezing. Then the line went dead.

~

During your time as a vigilante, you had often thought long and hard about how you would die. And you supposed this wasn’t far from it. You had always imagined you would go down in a fight. Shot down in action while saving the city, or whilst sacrificing yourself to save one of the boys. In a way, this wasn’t too dissimilar. You did go down trying for the greater good. Trying. But you hadn’t imagined that you would be alone. You supposed it was better for everyone this way. The one thing you definitely hadn’t accounted for was the cold. It dug down deep into your bones, stabbing away like a thousand tiny needles. It made an odd contrast to the burning of your chest. Though slowly, you started to feel nothing at all as you began to drift into a numb haze.

Gazing up at the sky, spots danced between your vision, blending in with the stars that twinkled above you. Smiling, you watched them dance around until one feeling began to blend into the other, until there was no feeling left but the darkness of the sky above you.

At first, you didn’t realise that there was a face besides you, until you were brought back to reality by the stabbing pain radiating through your gut. You screamed, writhing as the knife was eased from your chest. For some reason, he wasn’t wearing his mask, but from the way that his hair was jostled, you could tell that it had not long been torn from his face. You could see the outline of his face in the light.

“Jay.” You whispered.

You could see his lips moving, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. He looked panicked, speaking to someone that you weren’t able to see. You squirmed, trying to see who was near you, only to be held down by Jason.

Pressure to the gaping wound made you cry out. Then Jason’s lips were moving faster, and everything seemed to hit you all at once. Jason was calling your name, tapping your face gently. You could hear the murmur of Tim who talked to himself as he worked.

Your head rolled on a loose neck as Jason tilted it towards him.

“Stay with me, y/n. Please.”

Everything hurt, and your mind throbbed with your fast heart rate. It was hard to focus on anything with your doubling vision making everything swim around you.

You whined as you were shifted on to your side so that the younger of the two could begin to secure the bandages around you. You tried to focus on Jay, who had rested your head in his lap and was combing your hair through his hands, but you couldn’t. It was just too hard.

Your body began to slow down. Your eyes dropped and head lolled in his lap.

“No. No no no.” Jason was pinching you now trying to get a reaction from you, but your eyes only fluttered as you struggled to keep a grip on consciousness. “You have to stay awake.” He pleaded.

“Hurts…” you forced out, face contorting in pain as Tim continued to work and apply pressure to the laceration.

“We know. We know we’re sorry.”

“I’m nearly done. You’re doing so well.”

It felt like you were trapped in a never ending, agony filled cycle by the time that Tim finally finished bandaging you up and rolled you back into your side.

By this point, your eyes were spotting and your mind was swimming. You couldn’t even comprehend the pain. Your eyes fluttered, barely open a crack as you felt your mind wander, soon the faces around you blurred into the rest of the world and for one moment it was just you, consumed by the pain. And it wasn’t long after that until there was nothing. Just darkness.

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<- DAY 14 ⛤ DAY 16 ->

Taglist:

@senjoritanana

@deans-spinster-witch

@amaryllis23

#whumptober2023 #whumptober23 #wumptober #no.15 #barely conscious #blood #knife wound #stab wound #batfam #family #batfamily #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #jason todd x sister reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #Tim drake #tim drake x reader #fanficion

[letthewhumpbegin]

Reid is shot during a shootout.

Criminal Minds, s9e24

#criminal minds #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #whump #whump gifs #shot #barely conscious #passing out #comfort #ltwbcriminalminds

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Yabani 18. Bölüm

Prompt: "Stab wound"

source

#Yabani #Bertan Asllani #stab wound #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #whumpedit #stabbed #bloody clothes #weak #barely conscious #supported #pain #pale #sweaty #blood #help to drink #cared for #field medicine #face touching

[where-is-my-whump]

A little compilation of Charlie beeing unconscious/barely conscious

#whump #unconscious #whumpedit #hudson and rex #charlie hudson #john reardon #i didn't realize how often he was unconscious #but as always there's never enough #also I'm sorry for spamming you guys with hudson and rex but I'm really enjoying it seeing charlie in pain etc. hehe #knockout #barely conscious #passing out #waking up #gif #can't wait for this weeks 60 minutes long episode I'm tellin ya

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

On the run from their attackers, Pacer chooses to sacrifice himself to save wounded big brother Clint, in 1960's Flaming Star.

#flaming star #whump #bromance whump #caregiver #bromance #worry #brothers #cradling #supported #self sacrifice #slumped #barely conscious #elvis presley #steve forrest #classic whump #vintage whump

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary Day 26: Barely Conscious | “I’m Fine”

TW: Implied Hidden Injury

@whumpuary

Whumpee tapped Caretaker's bedroom door, seconds later it opened. They raised a brow, concern laced in their groggy voice. “Whumpee, what are you doing awake at this hour? Is something wrong? Is the rest of the team okay?” 

“Um, yeah… Yeah.” Whumpee hesitated, swaying as they tugged their coat closed. “I wanted to… I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Me? Yes, I’m f…fine.” 

“You look exhausted Whumpee, are you sure? And why are you wearing that coat? It’s not that cold in here.” 

“Yes, I—” They went silent as their eyes rolled shut for a brief moment. When they opened their eyes again, they found a terrified expression. 

“Whumpee, are you sure you’re okay?” All grogginess disappeared as they became more alert. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine–” 

“Come on, I’m gonna check you out. I know it’s late but I need to make sure everything is okay.” Caretaker grabbed their arm and dragged them to the clinic. 

“Uh…yeah.” Whumpee grimaced, knowing that they would very quickly find out the real reason they were wearing the coat inside.

#whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno26 #barely conscious #i'm fine #whump #whump writing #hidden injury #caretaking #medical whump #suspense #creative writing #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumpuary #11: Blood / "Just get it over with" / Memories + #13: Left to die / Barely Conscious / "I'm Fine"

CW: surgery (consensual and non-graphic), referenced past abuse

Whumpee was going to have to have surgery. Caretaker and the doctors had talked with them about it. All the violence they’d received from Whumper had taken its toll on their body, and they needed an operation to make sure it would all heal right if they didn’t want to risk lifelong impacts.

The doctors said the treatment wouldn’t be too extreme. Whumpee was still scared, though. They didn’t know how to really talk about their fear, though, because it wasn’t rational. They knew Caretaker would look out for them and the doctors would only act in Whumpee’s best interest. Still, they were scared of being so helpless. Being stuck in place while the doctor worked. Being cut again. And they were scared that if they were put to sleep, they would wake up in Whumper’s clutches to find that this had all been a dream.

Some of those worries were unavoidable. But some could be worked around. Whumpee didn’t have to be knocked out for this. The doctors said they didn’t have to have general anaesthesia, and could use a less extreme form of sedation coupled with local anaesthesia. They wouldn’t have to be as powerless, because they would still be awake and somewhat aware of what was going on. They wouldn’t be forced into unconsciousness.

They’d expected judgement or condescension when they finally voiced their worries, but Caretaker just looked sympathetic and said that it was understandable with all Whumpee had gone through. And the doctors were very clear that they’d only do what Whumpee consented to. Whumpee didn’t know how to say how much the simple fact that people cared what they wanted meant to them.

When the day of their appointment came, Whumpee had a pit of dread in their stomach, but at least they also felt a little hopeful. If everything went well, this would bring them one step farther in recovering from everything Whumper had done to them.

Whumpee lay down on the bed. “You ready?” Caretaker asked softly.

Whumpee grimaced and clenched their eyes shut. “Just get it over with.”

Caretaker gave them a sad, compassionate look, but signalled the doctors to start. They administered the anaesthesia and started prepping Whumpee.

Whumpee reached out and took Caretaker’s hand, partially for the support, partially to reassure themself that Caretaker was still with them.

It didn’t take long for the sedation to kick in. Whumpee became drowsy and sluggish. Their eyelids lowered partway.

Whumpee’s grip weakened, but Caretaker kept holding on to their hand. “I’ve got you,” they whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

Whumpee couldn’t move. They could barely feel anything. They focused on the reassuring presence of Caretaker next to them. Everything else seemed far away as the sedation pulled them to a state that wasn’t quite sleep and covered their anxieties with a blanket of artificial calm.

#Not me BSing my way through most of the medical stuff #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno11 #whumpuaryno13 #“Just get it over with” #barely conscious #surgery #anesthesia #sedation #medical inaccuracies #<- probably. idk sorry #original fic #whump #whump writing #my posts #my writing

[hel7l7]

I don’t get how people can finish their water bottles.

What if you’re out there and need an emergency sip…?!!!?

#maybe this is common sense #maybe this is anxiety #every time I’m out with people #they come to me with their crusty lips #barely conscious #asking me for a sip #of water #which I always have #bcs I save water for important moments #even a little drop #until i know i’m close to a place where i can refill my bottle

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpuary 2024 No. 13

Left to die | Barely conscious | "I'm fine"

Whumpuary Prompts List

TW: shot, bleeding out, abandoned, denial

Whumpee lay on the ground, eyes half-closed, staring at the sky. The moon and the stars were their only companions now. Everyone else had abandoned them. Whumpee understood why. They’d been fatally shot, and if their former companions tried to carry them, everyone else would die, too.

That’s what everyone said, anyway.

Was it getting darker because it was getting later in the night, or was Whumpee’s vision fading?

The wound in their gut pulsed with every heartbeat and ached with every breath. Whumpee had long ago lost the sensation in their legs, and they couldn’t tell if the liquid on the ground was blood or water anymore. That might’ve been because it was darker now, but Whumpee couldn’t know for sure.

For all they knew, their companions had dumped them in a puddle. Some ‘companions’ they’d turned out to be.

Whumpee closed their eyes. A soft breeze caressed their face as they listened to the sounds of the night. Whistling wind, creaking branches of nearby trees, and singing insects. The distant, indistinct running footsteps and shouting of their enemies as they pursued Whumpee’s companions.

It wasn’t a terrible night to die.

They could be underground, away from the stars.

Instead, Whumpee was here, accompanied by the moon and the nighttime creatures. Whumpee exhaled slowly. It didn’t hurt as much to breathe anymore. This was good? This was good. It had to be good.

Whumpee couldn't do anything if it wasn’t.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno13 #left to die #barely conscious #whump #whumpee #whump scenario #my writing #shot #bleeding out #abandoned #dying #denial

[letthewhumpbegin]

911, s4e13

#911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #whump #whump gifs #shot #gunshot wound #blood #collapse #barely conscious #ltwb911 #911 abc

[how-much-for-a-whump]

İnci Taneleri 5. Bölüm

Prompt: "Bullet wound"

source

#İnci Taneleri #Kubilay Aka #bullet wound #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #whumpedit #shot #pain #comfort #face touching #blood #makeshift bandages #barely conscious #hospital #checking pupils #emotional #tears

[courtneygacha]

One last time

Tw: Barely conscious, slowly dying, character death

Whumpee’s ears were ringing really loudly. It made their head hurt. It wasn’t helping because their body already hurt. Everything was in pain.

The corners of their eyes were dark and they realized their vision was slowly fading. Besides the horrible ringing in their ears, Whumpee could hear gunshots outside the door. Their team was here. Their team was so close to saving them.

But Whumpee knew that they wouldn’t get to them before they died.

Whumpee’s vision grew darker. They didn’t fight it, they accepted it. And they felt guilty for it. Because they were leaving, and leaving meant Caretaker wouldn’t get to see them alive again. They closed their eyes and were immediately startled back awake by Teammate One breaking down the door.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker cried out. They had made it, Whumpee was being rescued. But they were afraid they wouldn’t be conscious to see the outside light. They knew it.

They felt Caretaker pull their injured body closer to them. Whumpee couldn’t even make a sound from the pain. They were dying anyways.

“Hey, Whumpee, we found you.” Caretaker said. “We’ve got you, hold on for us a little longer, please…”

Whumpee tried, they really did. But they couldn’t fight their weakness. They were going to die in Caretaker’s arms. The darkness felt soft… their body was getting lighter and their senses were disappearing…

“Hey, Hey! Whumpee! Stay awake, stay with me!” Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s cheek aggressively, but it wasn’t working. “Teammate One! Go get help! NOW!” They shouted over their shoulder.

Caretaker looked back at Whumpee, so they got to see their face one last time.

(MY FIRST CHARACTER DEATH??? :OOOO)

Taglist: @whumpy-whump-fanfics @whatwhumpcomments @bookbutterfly9

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #barely conscious #character death #slowly dying

[its-my-whump]

whumpuary2024

Jan 25-26

Barely conscious | "I'm fine."

@whumpuary

"Did he come around." The tall man stepped into the room, thumb and index finger rubbing the bright of his nose, pushing his own glasses up.

The doctor was tired, his coat crinkled. The surgery took almost 4 hours. And this was not a hospital, merely a real practice, not even a doctors office.

A young woman just finished changing the bandage on the patients left side on his ribcage. The heart monitor was silently beeping with every displayed spike. A nasal canula was across his pale face.

There were a handful of iv lines, tubes and wires coming from his limp form, leading to all kind of equipment right and left of his bed.

Blinking numbers and different sounds made clear he was still around, even though it was tough and go most of the day.

The woman got rid of her gloves, looking up at the doctor, with a little, yet sad smirk.

I think he mumbled something like "I'm fine." about 10 minutes ago, but he was barely conscious and he hasn't stired besides that.

My masterlist

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno13 #barely conscious #i'm fine #whump #writing #whump writing

[tabbytabbytabby]

Don't Close Your Eyes

Word Count: 543 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Tags: Hurt Theo Raeken, Poisoning, Good Theo Raeken, Worried Liam Dunbar, Introspection, Angst, Sad Ending, Character Death

Summary: Theo is poisoned and left to die alone in an alley.

Read on AO3

For @whumpuary No.13: Left to die / Barely conscious / “I’m fine”. And for the Barely Conscious space for @badthingshappenbingo. Card under the cut.

#thiam #theo x liam #liam x theo #teen wolf #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno13 #left to die #i'm fine #barely conscious #bad things happen bingo #bthb #major character death #thiam fanfic #my fanfiction

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee struggles to their feet, using the wall to guide themselves. Blood from their hands smear into the bricks, leaving a bright trail. For what seems like forever, they walk. One foot in front of the other, in front of the other, in front of the other…

Until they reach a wall with dried brown blood leading around it.

#just how long have they been walking? #and how have they not died or been discovered yet? #whump #blood #injured #barely conscious

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

#almost paradise #alex walker #christian kane #some whumpy goodness #whump #barely conscious #i know that it's alex walker #but it doesn't take much imagining to turn this into eliot or jake #what can i say #i know what i like #ghostly'sgifs