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whumpypepsigal · 4 months
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All The Light We Cannot See s01e02: “Be gentle with this one. The Reich has high hopes for him.”
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letthewhumpbegin · 2 months
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Shadowhunters, s2e1
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geminihurt · 1 year
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Whumptober 2022 | Day 27
Pushed to the limit | Magical exhaustion
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Rokudenashi Majutsu Koushi to Akashic Records 03 | Glenn Radars - Souma Saitou
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erdarielthewhumper · 1 year
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Meldie is not having a good day, it seems
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famous last words
prompt: coughing up blood
whumpee: gereon rath
fandom: babylon berlin
hi!! when i saw this prompt i knew i had to use gereon for it...i just think he would look so pretty coughing up blood ok? also a note on the relationship here - i didn't write it with any specific dynamic in mind so this could be established gereon/charlotte or they're friends or it's pre-ship. whatever you want! hope you enjoy <3
He is in a murder suspect’s apartment. He shouldn’t be, but Charlotte had asked, and lately he has found that he can’t say no to her requests. 
Besides, while he may not have permission to be here, the man who does live here is almost certainly guilty. Lotte had had an encounter with him just the day before, and from the way he’d threatened her Gereon is sure he’s involved in the murder he’s investigating. 
He is looking for the murder weapon, likely a knife. He does not have much hope that he will find it, but of course, one can never know for sure. 
He’s poking around in the bathroom when he hears a tap on the window - Charlotte’s signal that their murder suspect has returned. But there is something wedged behind the sink. Something with a silver blade and a black handle. 
He needs to know if this is the murder weapon. He gets down onto his knees and reaches a hand behind the sink. His fingers grab the handle as Charlotte throws another pebble at the window. 
He pulls the object free and then stares at it disappointedly. It’s only a razor. 
The front door opens. Gereon, who had been in the process of standing back up, freezes. He looks around for a place to hide. There isn’t one. He ducks behind the open bathroom door and holds his breath. 
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Lotte is getting worried. Gereon should be back by now. It does not take this long to walk down two flights of stairs, and their suspect is back. He could have his hands on Gereon, right now. Could be threatening him the way he’d threatened her only yesterday. 
She has to do something. She looks around on the ground until her eyes land on a rock, several times the size of the pebbles she’d tossed up at the window before. This will get his attention. 
She aims carefully, then throws the rock as hard as she possibly can at the window. The glass shatters. She sees a figure approach the window and darts around a corner, pressing her back to the wall behind her. 
The person at the window had not been Gereon. She knows that much for certain. She hopes the broken window has provided enough of a distraction for Gereon to get out. She hopes that he is still conscious. Still alive. She’ll give him one minute, and then she’ll call the police. 
It’s the longest minute of her life, and it doesn’t even last a full minute. She hears a door open as her count hits 34 seconds. She cautiously peeks out from around the corner. Gereon walks towards her. He has an arm wrapped around his chest and there’s a cut above his eye, but mostly he seems okay. 
“Go, go!” he calls to her, waving the hand that isn’t wrapped around himself. 
They both take off running. She’s in front, and leads them on a winding path through side streets and alleyways, not stopping until she’s sure there is no way anyone could have followed them. 
They stop running near the back door of a cafe. She’s breathing hard, inhaling the scent of coffee and baked goods. She’d like something to eat, she thinks. She is about to ask Gereon whether he would also like to eat, but when she turns to look at him he isn’t looking back at her. 
He’s bent double with his hands braced on his knees, breathing even harder than she is. She thinks this is a bit odd, but he had clearly been in a bit of a fight, so she understands. 
“Gereon,” she says, hoping to get his attention. 
He looks up at her. He’s sweaty and sort of pale and he looks like he is in pain. 
“What's wrong?” she asks. 
He opens his mouth to answer but then starts coughing instead. He puts his hands in front of his mouth. When he stops coughing, he removes them and looks down. His eyes widen. 
He looks back up, at Lotte. His lips are stained red and there’s blood running down his chin. He makes a sound that is sort of half-cough, half-choke, and more blood pours from his mouth. He’s still looking at her with fear and complete confusion. She stares right back at him. What is happening?
“What is happening?” She supposes she might as well ask, though she is sure Gereon doesn’t know. 
“I don’t -” Gereon cuts himself off with a harsh cough. Still more blood comes with it. He makes a pained noise, sort of a whimper. “I don’t know.”
She needs to do something. He needs help. “Stay here.”
She turns away from him - rather painfully, she doesn’t want to leave him like this - and opens the back door of the cafe. She pushes her way through the kitchen and finds herself in the dining area. She looks around for a telephone and thankfully finds one mounted on the wall near the front door. 
Of course, someone is using it. She pulls her police credentials out of her coat and holds them in front of his eyes. 
“I need this phone.”
The man stares at her for a second, but then shrugs and hands over the telephone. Lotte hangs up on whoever he’d been talking to and dials. 
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Gereon wishes that he knew what was happening to him. His chest hurts horribly and he feels like he can barely breathe and he’s still coughing up his own blood, nearly choking on it. It tastes terrible, makes him nauseous. There’s so much of it. 
Another coughing fit. This one lasts for so long that he begins to feel faint. The blood keeps flowing from his mouth. He wonders where it is even coming from. He really feels bad. He wants to sit down. 
There is nothing stopping him from sitting, he realizes. He sinks to the ground, leaning his back up against a wall. There are specks of his own blood on the ground beneath him. He stares at them. Coughs. His head feels strange. Light. White spots dance in his vision. He coughs again and almost chokes as a wave of blood pushes up his throat. The pain in his chest spikes. The white spots take over his vision. 
He falls unconscious just as Charlotte bursts out of the back door. 
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He wakes up from a dreamless sleep feeling somehow absolutely exhausted. His throat aches, feels like it has been torn to shreds. His chest is burning. There is something wrapped tightly around it. His mouth tastes of blood. 
He is in a hospital. He must be. The bed he is lying in is uncomfortable and the clothes he is wearing are not his own. The only thing that is unusual is that he’s in a room by himself, instead of a room with many beds and many people. 
He wonders why he is alone. Whether something really horrible had happened to him. His memory is foggy, though he knows he will soon be reliving whatever had happened in his dreams. He remembers pain, mostly, a horrible feeling in his chest. Coughing and being unable to stop. Blood in his mouth. 
He looks around some more, hoping to find something to get rid of the taste of blood. But there is nothing. Just a chair and a table. 
He’s too tired to move, and the pain in his chest does not make the idea very appealing anyway. He supposes he can wait until later to wash away the bloody taste. 
Gereon falls back asleep. 
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He wakes up again having dreamed of choking to death on his own blood. He remembers now. Breaking into the suspect’s apartment. The razor beneath the sink. Hiding behind the door. Being discovered. The fight. A scratch across the forehead and blood running down his face. Multiple punches to the chest. Sharp pain. The window shattering. Running. Pain again. Stopping. Coughing. Blood. 
His mouth still tastes of it. The pain in his chest feels more bearable now, and he decides that he should get up and find something to drink. 
He shifts out of the bed carefully. His chest burns and aches, but it is not as bad as it had been before. He walks very slowly to the door and finds himself in a hallway. 
He has no idea where to go from there. The hall extends in both directions and there are no signs pointing the way. He thinks maybe getting up was a bad idea. He’s tired again, though he doesn’t know how he could possibly be. 
He turns around and opens the door to go back into his room. The bed seems impossibly far away. He wonders whether anyone would mind if he just laid down on the floor instead. 
“Gereon!”
The sound of Lotte’s voice wakes him up. He turns back around far more quickly than is wise. The pain in his chest increases. He winces and wraps an arm around himself protectively. 
“Lotte.” Speaking makes his throat hurt. It feels raw, scraped up. He pushes down the urge to cough. 
“You shouldn’t be out of bed.”
“I wanted water.”
Charlotte wraps an arm very gently around his waist. “I’ll get it. You should lie back down.”
They walk back to the bed. Gereon sits down, and Charlotte leaves to find some water. She returns remarkably quickly with a glass in her hand and a faint expression that is almost a smile on her face. 
“Here,” she says, and holds the glass out to him. 
He takes it. The glass is oddly heavy in his hands, but the water feels wonderful and cool on his throat. He does not think he has ever had anything better. The taste of blood washes away at last. 
“Thank you,” he says quietly, when he’s finished drinking. 
“You’re welcome. Now go back to sleep.”
He wants to say no, wants to fight off the exhaustion now that she’s here. But once again, he finds himself unable to refuse her request. 
He sleeps.
thanks for reading! if you're curious about what happened to him, according to the internet if a broken rib punctures the lung it can cause you to cough blood so that's what's happened here :) hope you enjoyed!!
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syunikissed · 2 years
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@badthingshappenbingo
hi i posted another chapter 👉👈 i have to post this here instead of my writing blog bc this is the url attached to my bingo card but. i will also be posting a link there. eventually
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calvinandhobbes · 1 year
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ik we all want to be covered in blood but which way sounds the best: splattered across your face, dripping out of your mouth or poured over you carrie-style?
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carnivalcarrion · 5 months
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thinking about Eddie & hyacinths again
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🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 4x10 || Heaven and Hell
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whumpypepsigal · 8 months
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The Witcher s03e06: “Make a friend of this pain, Geralt of Rivia. Today you begin your new life, as my warning to the Continent!”
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whumpetywhump · 2 months
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Till The End Of The Moon - Ep. 37
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letthewhumpbegin · 22 days
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Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)
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venacoeurva · 1 year
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Super fucked up dude in YOUR area (if you’re in a literal volcano anyway)
(I draw him wildly inconsistently whoops)
-Please do not reupload, edit, or use without proper credit or linking back. Ask first please.-
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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*norse chanting intensifies*
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sharkface · 4 months
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Bedtime scribble
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