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whump-about-it · 3 months

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It Will Hurt Like Hell

@febuwhump Day 3: “Bite down on this.”

CW: cave in, begging, description of injuries, field surgery, implied amputation

Medic ran their hand through their hair as they took in the nightmare in front of them. The whole team had known there was a risk of cave ins in these old mines, but none of them ever expected it to actually happen. That sort of never actually happened. Right?

Medic let out a groan at their collective stupidity. The injuries were numerous. Even Medic was sporting a gash on their head that was leaving their ears fuzzy. But they didn’t have time for that now. Not to be injured. Not to be angry. Right now they had work to do.

Most of the injuries didn't seem life threatening. Lots of nasty cuts and bruises. One or two broken bones. Team Leader had also been hit on the head and it was already clear they were nursing a bad concussion. For the most part, all of the injuries were things the rest of the team could help each other muddle through. All except Whumpee that is.

Whumpee had been standing right under the support when it had given out. By some miracle, the broken beam had protected their head from any of the proceeding rockfall. Unfortunately however, most of the larger boulders had instead landed on their arm, leaving them pinned to the ground and screaming in pain.

"Doc! Help me! Please Doc. Oh my God, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Medic knelt down next to Whumpee and shoo'd a team member away who was trying to move some of the rocks off. It only took a cursory glance to know Whumpee's arm couldn't be saved. It was completely crushed under massive rock debris all the way up passed the elbow. The bones would be pulp underneath it, and Whumpee was bleeding profusely.

Medic continued to tune out Whumpee's cries and began to pull off their backpack. They took out their medical kit and proceeded to tie a tourniquet around their arm.

"Okay Whumpee, I know it hurts. We're going to get it taken care of in a moment. I need you to take some deep breathes for me and drink this, as much as you can swallow."

Whumpee nodded and swallowed the last of their screams before taking some deep breathes and letting Medic tip the contents of their flask into their mouth. A few seconds later Whumpee was coughing, the agonizing pain of their arm seemingly forgotten for the moment.

"God Doc! Tequila?"

"Gin. And it's all I've got for painkillers right now. Do you want more?"

After a pause Whumpee nodded and Medic gave them another large swallow. While Whumpee was coughing again Medic sat up and and removed their belt.

"At least buy me dinner first."

"Glad to know the gin is working. Now, bite down on this."

Medic folded their belt in half twice and held it in front of Whumpee, who's eyes grew wide.

"W-why?"

"Whumpee I need you to do it quickly. You're loosing blood fast and I'd rather not wait until you go into shock."

Whumpee's face drained of what was left of it's color as they realized what was about to happen.

"Doc... Medic, please. Please don't do this. Please don't cut off my arm. You can save it. I know you can. You're a good doctor. Please don't take my arm."

Medic sighed and leaned close to Whumpee.

“Whumpee. I understand this is hard for you, and I won’t expect you to take this well. But you are loosing a lot of blood, and you’re going into shock. I’m a good doctor, but not a miracle worker. I can’t save your arm. We’re going to have to take it off eventually. And I’d rather it be when you’re properly sedated too, but there is no way we are going to be do that. Some of these boulders are too big to move even with all of us trying. Now, I'm about to do surgery on you with only alcohol as an anesthetic. It's going to hurt like hell, and you're going to bite something, unless you want it to be your tongue, bite down on this."

Whumpee looked at Medic with large eyes that were slowly glazing over. They appeared to falter a bit as though their conscious was wavering, but after a few seconds they leaned their head forward and bit down on the belt.

"Thank you." Medic whispered. "I promise I'll make this as quick as possible."

#whump #febuwhumpday3 #bite down on this #whump drabble #whumblr #whumpee #enviornmental whump #tw begging #tw amputation #field surgery

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 20 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 10 - Adrenaline

Mariano drives stick for a reason

TWs: blood, field surgery, fast driving, my questionable knowledge of driving techniques, touch starvation

"I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo," Mariano muttered, easing the gas pedal down to the floor. Manuel lay in the back seat, belt between his teeth as Izan worked on him to stop the bleeding from an awful stab wound. Laredo held Manuel's hands, giving him something to squeeze. Dimitri helped Izan, handing him tools as requested.

The road flew by, Mariano shifting gears as needed. "Drifting." He said, interrupting himself to call back the warning as he threw the car into a curve. The weight shifted, dust flew, and he guided them back into the straightaway.

"You need to give us more warning than that!" Dimitri snapped.

"Understood." Mariano called back, easing them back up to the blistering speed they were at before. He glanced back through the rear-view mirror, catching Manuel's pale face and Izan's steady fingers staunching a bleed.

There was a click and Luis' voice came through the headset, above the roar of the engine. "What's your ETA, over?"

"T minus five minutes, working on making it three." Mariano said, glancing down at the speedometer and the clock. "Emergency services requested, Conduit has lost a lot of blood, over."

"They'll meet you at the gates, Lumen. Drive safe, over."

"You'd better make it three, Rookie!" Dimitri all but snarled. "And also--why the fuck were you singing in Japanese earlier?"

"It helps me with the timing." Mariano said, voice steady despite how his heart thundered in his ears. "I don't need to flip us."

"Wait, wait, is it because it was on my driving playlist when I was teaching you?" Laredo asked, surprise winding into his voice. "I remember that!"

"I mean why were you singing in Japanese?" Dimitri snapped, passing Izan another tool. "I thought you only knew Spanish, there's no way you're bilingual."

"I'm not, I didn't want to just say random syllables." Mariano said, shifting through the gears as they approached another curve. "Fifteen seconds to drift, tools off." He added, raising his voice as he twisted the wheel.

Again, the weight of the car shifted as Mariano took them through the turn. The tires slid, dust flew, and as he hit the accelerator he felt the moment the tires caught traction again and sent them flying forward. "Clear to proceed, that was the last turn. Anyway, it felt racist to not at least learn the words."

"You're so fucking weird." Dimitri grumbled as Izan laughed for the first time since Manuel went down.

"I've just about got the worst of it under control. Thank you for driving us Mariano." Izan said. "I wouldn't have trusted Laredo with those turns at that speed."

Mariano's face burned and he felt his heart race with something other than adrenaline. He suddenly felt grateful that they were all focused on Manuel. "The first one was a little sloppy. I need more time on the track."

"I'm free Friday, maybe you can show me how Tokyo Drift helps you remember the proper timing for everything." Laredo said, reaching forward to grip Mariano's shoulder. "I still can't actually pull off a drift in the moment." Mariano couldn't talk, only nodding and giving a thumbs up in response.

When the paramedics took Manuel, Mariano heard one of them say that it was lucky he'd gotten to them so quickly or it could've been bad. Even an evening run hadn't been enough to erase Izan's quiet thanks. That night, Mariano's shoulder still hadn't stopped tingling where Laredo had touched him. Mind racing, he knew he wouldn't get enough sleep. He'd be exhausted the next day.

It was fine, Mariano thought. He'd acted weird enough to make Dimitri mad, but he'd gotten Manuel home in time, and Izan had thanked him, and Laredo wanted to learn from him.

It was all worth it.

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday10 #day ten #adrenaline #touch starvation #blood #field surgery #mage of violence #the leader #manuel #laredo #izan #dimitri #this one's lighter tbh #also mariano is so so praise driven

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daydreamwhumpinc · 2 months

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My Favorite Whump Scenes- Part 1

Although I am happy to consume almost any whump there is, I find myself coming back to some scenes in particular. Here is a list of some of my favorite whump scenes so far, hope you like it and maybe you'll find some new shows out of it (Most of the series will have more whump, but I will just include scenes that I found particularly intriguing :0 ). I will also try to not discuss any spoilers aside form whump and will not include whump that lead to death until otherwise noted (I like my comfort too afterwards soooo…..)

1)Series name: The Unit -Episode: Season 3 episode 7 (“Five Brothers”) -Whumpee: Charles Grey -Type of whump: Oh my, what does it not have? Gunshot wounds, the whumpee getting weaker, field surgery, being in a dangerous situation without access to hospital and medical equipment, passing out, asking the worried friends to leave him, CPR, carrying the whumpee, blood loss… Check, check, and check! Also there is a comfort and hospital scenes afterwards :) TW: This episode is pretty heavy in its setting, with recent events, please be careful in watching since one of the characters is forced to shoot a young adult. It also depicts war and how civilians are greatly affected by the fighting and other countries’ involvement. -Whump list availability: You can find most of the whump on ---Whumpapedia and the main Google Whump spreadsheet. There is a bit more, but most of it probably can be find online or just by watching the show. -More: This show is my guilty pleasure and surprisingly pretty good. Sure it can be cheesy sometimes and the last season is a bit wonky, but I fell in love with the main team. What I also like is that the morality is not black and white all the time, sure we know who we are rooting for, but some episodes are quite heavy if you think about it. Otherwise, there are many good whump episodes for almost all of the characters and I find the bromance and the plot of the show to be enjoyable. Also, for some reason it also focuses on the wives of the characters- Just skip all of their segments, half of them are so annoying and really unnecessary for the plot.

-Series name: Sea patrol -Episode: Season 1 episode 4 (“Irukandji”) -Whumpee: Toby “Chefo” Jones (and one more) -Types of Whump: Bad reaction to jellyfish sting, screaming from pain, delirious, concerned friends, CPR, morphine, sweating, far away from Hospital and any medical professionals. -Whump list availability: You can find most of the whump on Whumpapedia and the main Google Whump spreadsheet and a beautiful tumblr list by @what-the-whump -More: Another of my guilty pleasure shows, the plot is a bit wonky and cheesy at times (plus they really have dropped the ball on character development for half of the characters who really had such a bright future and that, unfortunately, makes them look like stale crackers at best and borderline racists at worst. I mean they try, but they made some characters dirty :( ) there is a decent amount of whup and the premise and setting of the show is unique. At least I haven't seen a lot of shows like that.

-Series name: The Doctor Blake Mysteries -Episode: Season 4 episode 1 (The Open Road) -Whumpree: Matthew Lawson -Types of Whump: Pushes his subordinate out of the way of a car, hit by said car, resetting the bone without anesthesia, worried friends and aftercare. Plus his friend got so pissed at the perpetrator that he threatened to blow the henchmen away with dynamite…. Idk, I found that really neat. Later returns with a cane. Whump list availability:You can find most of the whump on Whumpapedia and the main Google Whump spreadsheet. -More: I like these kind of British, timey, police procedural shows, so I watch them just for the funsies and whump is just a cherry on top of a metaphorical ice cream. The plot is pretty good, but this is not going to be everyone's type of show.

-Series name: Suspicious partner (kdrama) -Episode: Season 1 episode 25 (Attributable Reasons) -Whumpee: Officer Bang -Types of Whump: For real, one of my favorite whump scenes that I found in kdrama, the characters’ reactions are so juicy :) First we have a fight, stabbing, friends finding the whumpee, guilt, hospital, kinda coma for a few episodes, and so much emotional whump. -Whump list availability: Almost nothing, besides dome post for ML on tumblr :( I myself stumbled on this due to a complete, but happy, accident. -More: The acting is from the ML towards the whumpee was top notch, but it is a bit too long. It has a nice central romance, but since I am not too interested in romance I honestly can't talk too much about it. Although I know people enjoy it, it is worth the watch from the beginning to see how it develops. To be honest, I found this drama accidentally by searching the Whumpee's actor on tumblr since he is one of the main characters from Taxi driver kdrama and I saw this one Whump post…. I couldn't pass up on that opportunity…. Anyways, the actors, plot, and acting is pretty good, so I think most people would enjoy the watch (except for that random kind they found for a case (?) at the end- he is sooooo annoying to me ). By the way, not the only whump in the series, but in my opinion it's the best and its pretty light on whump otherwise.

#whump blog #bromance whump #whump recomendation #whump community #kdrama whump #shot #sea patrol #suspicious partner kdrama #the doctor blake mysteries #the unit tv series #the unit #detective whump #collapse #unconscious #favorite whump #field surgery

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faofinn · 6 months

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No. 25 "You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave."

Storm | Buried Alive | "They're not breathing!"

Part 1 | Part 2

Fao had gotten to the point where he was happy enough with the packing, that the bleeding was at least slightly under control. He’d managed to bag painkillers and enough kit to start an IV, and he quickly set about getting access. “You’ll have to forgive me for this one mate, it’s been a while.” The lighting was shit, too, but Fao had always been decent at getting a vein, and managed to get a cannula in, feeling quite proud of himself. He needed more hands, though. He gave the morphine, scrawled the dose and time on Jamie’s arm with the pen he was glad he had in his pocket, and went back to the wound.

Jamie was beyond glad for the pain relief, the morphine threatening to pull him under. He didn't fight it as much, allowing the haze to take over as he drifted.

“That’s it.” He murmured, trying desperately to sort the bleeding. Where was Harrison? He should’ve been back by now.

Things were rapidly hurtling towards the point of no return. Fao knew that as much as Jamie did. At least with the pain relief on board he felt less bad trying to get on top of the bleeding now Jamie was more out of it than not. With Harrison nowhere to be seen, probably injured or worse, Fao had to push on. The half broken obs machine he’d managed to get his hands on alarmed at him, progressively getting more and more frustrated, but as Fao watched his blood pressure sink even more, he knew he had to do something. The packing just wasn’t doing enough, he need to find the source before Jamie bled out on him, and Fao owed him far too much to let that happen.

Rummaging around in the supplies he’d gathered, he found more packing materials, and thankfully a scalpel. He didn’t get any response from Jamie when he spoke to him, though he was still breathing, and he said a prayer to a god he’d never believed in before he made the incision.

“Fuck it.” He muttered to himself. “They’re not delivering a fucking perfect body to the grave, not on my watch.”

With better visibility, he could at least pack more widely, try and see what was causing all the fuss. Jamie’s breathing was shit, but he was still breathing, and that was good enough for Fao. He had no blood, nothing to transfuse, and he could barely see anything, but he had to do something. He couldn’t just leave him, couldn’t stand idly by. There were other patients, other staff too, but Fao owed Jamie an awful lot, and he wasn’t about to walk away. “Come on Jamie, don’t give up on me now. I’m not giving up on you.”

After what felt like hours, scrabbling about to find something to fix, Fao finally found the stubborn vessel that was causing the bulk of the bleeding, and managed to tie it off. It wasn’t a definitive solution, anything but, but it was what they had. By that point, he’d managed to find someone to help him, and they’d got a bag of fluids, though they had nothing to hang it off, so Fao was stood holding it, blood everywhere, hand tight around it to try and get just that little bit more volume in. It was a hail mary, but the world had completely fallen apart. There was nothing else to do but hail marys.

#whumptober 2023 #No. 25 “You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”#oc #fic #faolan blackwood #jamie #whump writing #whump prompt #field medicine #makeshift surgery #field surgery #whump #drastic measures #fao's for sure glad of his training lol

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catwings-writes-things · 3 months

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Lynette isn’t a doctor anymore. Too bad there’s a patient here to see her anyway.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday3 #‘bite down on this’#tma #the magnus archives #the jailbreak verse #lynette fairchild #amputation #no anesthesia #field surgery

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lightmotif139 · 7 months

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LoZ fanfic: Hidden Arrow

I sent my friend a meme I saw about the trope of a character hiding the fact that they've been shot. She said I should write a drabble of it with Link and Zelda. I gladly obliged, but what started as a drabble quickly grew into an extended surgery scene... Once again, I'm afraid I owe Link an apology.

TW: blood, injury, surgery without anesthetic. There's comfort though!! 💛

Click here if you prefer to read on AO3.

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"Thank you, Link," said Zelda through gritted teeth as he tied the handkerchief around her bleeding arm. The bokoblin attack had been sudden, and one of them had gotten her with the slash of its sword before either of them could react. Thankfully it had only reached her forearm, and they had been able to fight them off before more damage was done.

"There," he said. "That should hold the blood in for now. But let's get you to a stable so they can sew it up properly."

He took her other hand and helped her to her feet, despite the fact that her legs weren't injured, and then checked his map. "This way. It's not far."

He kept a grip on her hand as they walked. It seemed tighter than usual, and sweatier. She glanced over at him and saw tension in his face, and hoped he wasn't beating himself up again over the fact that she'd gotten a minor injury. Her arm throbbed as they walked, but she tried not to react to it, for his sake.

They reached the stable shortly, and Link explained the situation to the stable keeper, who called over his wife and pulled a medical kit from under the counter. As they led Zelda to a bed and began to unwrap and clean her wound, she kept her focus on Link to distract herself from the pain. He hung back, leaning against the now-unoccupied counter, his gaze apparently on the far wall. As she looked at him she saw him make a face and hunch over slightly. He turned away and put his hand inside his jacket, and as he pulled it out, Zelda could just barely see from her vantage point that there was blood on it.

"Link!" she called. He froze at the sound of her voice, but she was not going to have that. "Link!"

"Princess?"

"Turn around please!"

He did, slowly, with the air of someone caught in a crime.

"Open your jacket."

He averted his gaze as he pulled the flap to the side. A broken arrow protruded from the side of his abdomen. His tunic, bunched and pulled in with the shaft, had a large patch of dark blood that was visibly growing.

"Link!" Zelda jumped up from the bed just as the stable keeper was about to put the first stitch in her arm. "Why didn't you say something?" She ran to him and supported him with both arms, her own pain forgotten.

"Zelda, your arm . . ."

"It will keep! You should be the one on this bed!" She forced him across the room as the wide-eyed stable keeper dug in his kit for different tools. The act of sitting down on the bed was more pain than Link was now able to hide, and Zelda grimaced along with him as she helped him lean back against the rough pillows. She turned to the stable keeper. "Are you able to help him?"

The stable keeper took a deep breath. "I'll do my best, Princess." He pulled out a hefty pair of scissors and began cutting Link's tunic from around the wound. "Love, could you get him some—"

"I'll get him some whisky," said his wife at the same moment, standing up before he'd finished speaking.

Zelda noticed Link's breathing getting more labored, though he seemed to be trying to force it to stay steady. The initial adrenaline must have been wearing off.

"Let's see," said the keeper as he examined the arrow shaft. "Are you able to tell me what type of arrow this is? Did you see any of the others they were using?"

Zelda had, in fact, seen another of their arrows lodge in a tree trunk, but after the urgency of the moment, she couldn't recall what it looked like. Before she could try to force her brain to remember, Link answered, in a quick, flat voice, "Double-barbed bird bone arrow."

Both Zelda and the keeper cringed as the words sunk in. "Love," called the keeper, "could you bring a couple pairs of metal chopsticks too?"

"Chopsticks?" Zelda questioned.

"We'll have to hold the wound open to pull the arrow out. Otherwise the barbs will tear the flesh or maybe even break off. Wish I had one of those retractors like the doctor has, but chopsticks are the best thing I can think of."

"There's a doctor around here?"

"Unfortunately, no. She's a full day's ride away, and in his case, that would be enough time for infection to set in. That's why we treat wounds here pretty often. I'll be honest though, I've only pulled out an arrow once before, and it wasn't a barbed one."

"Don't tell them that," chided his wife as she came back with the whisky and chopsticks.

"I'm just being honest, love!"

"He may not be a doctor, but he's got good skillful hands, and we're going to get this arrow out just fine." She handed the mug to Link. "Drink up."

Link took a gulp of the whisky, and gave a sudden grimace.

"Our whisky that strong to you, hmm?" asked the keeper's wife.

"No, it's just—swallowing hurts a bit. I'll be all right." He continued to drink the whiskey in smaller sips, his eyes tightly closed.

"We'll let that sink in while I clean these," said the keeper, pouring some liquid onto a cloth and wiping down the chopsticks, a pair of pliers, and a pair of forceps. He then wiped down his hands with it, and gave it to his wife to wipe hers as well, before handing her the chopsticks. "I'll need you to hold it open for me, at least about this far." He gestured what seemed to Zelda to be a concerningly wide distance with his fingers.

"Wait," said his wife, "let me get him a stick." She fetched a short one from the woodpile and handed it to Link. "You might want to bite down on that," she said as she cleaned her hands again.

Zelda expected Link to say he didn't need it. When he accepted it immediately, her stomach knotted.

"You ready, Hero?" asked the keeper.

"Mm-hmm."

"You might not want to watch this, honey," said the keeper's wife to Zelda.

"I'm not leaving him."

"Up to you." She slid the chopsticks into the wound next to the arrow shaft.

Link held still, except for his face as he clamped down on the stick with bared teeth. The muscles in his neck and arms went hard as rocks, veins standing out like granite. Zelda tensed too, wishing desperately that she could help him in some way, but unable to change what had to happen.

"Go ahead, love," said the keeper, scooting close to his wife with pliers in hand.

With strong hands she pulled the chopsticks apart, loosening the arrow and causing blood to well up in an alarming amount. Link gave a sharp wheeze and jerked his head back, arching his shoulders but keeping his abdomen as still as possible. His eyes opened and closed reflexively, and his arm shook as his bloody hand clasped and unclasped against the mattress. Zelda took it in her own, and he squeezed her hand so hard she thought her bones might break, but she didn't care. As she squeezed back, the unbandaged cut on her arm produced a trickle of blood that ran down her wrist and mingled indistinguishably with Link's between their fingers. When the grip grew slippery, she simply added her other hand, rubbing his twitching tendons as he squeezed.

By now, the few travelers who were in the stable at the moment were all watching, some from nearby and others at a distance. The room was silent except for the sound of Link's rapid breathing.

The stable keeper got a grip on the arrow and gave it a gentle pull. Link made a sort of choking sound, sweat running down his convulsing face. The arrow did not come out. The keeper reached in with the forceps and felt for the ends of the barbs, invisible under the pooling blood.

"Little more, love. It's still caught."

Zelda scrunched her eyes shut as she listened to Link's gasps, squeezing his hand almost as hard as he was squeezing hers. Please, please, let it be over soon.

"All right, I think this side is free . . . now that side . . ." He tilted the arrow slightly, then gave it another pull, and it came out—a mass of barbs, cloth, and blood. The keeper tossed it unceremoniously on the floor. "Keep it open just a moment more until I clean it."

"Hold on," said his wife, looking over her shoulder as she continued to hold the chopsticks. "Spread out that cloth."

"Oh—right," said the keeper. He picked up the arrow and untangled the bit of Link's bloody tunic from it, and spread it out flat. Sure enough, a piece was missing from the middle of it.

"Thanks, love, you're right. There's still cloth in there. Gotta get that out, or it'll get infected for sure."

He cleaned his hands once again, then reached into the wound with the forceps, feeling around as gently as he could manage. Link writhed from the shoulders up; Zelda prayed.

The forceps came out empty, twice. "Wish I could see in there," said the keeper. "Too much blood."

"Use your fingers?" suggested his wife.

"My fingers are too big."

"I'll use mine. You hold the chopsticks."

He did so, and his wife reached into the wound, feeling for the bit of cloth. Zelda wondered what these people had been through in their lives to be able to do this so calmly.

The fingers seemed to hurt Link less than the forceps, though not by much. Zelda continued rubbing his hand until the keeper's wife withdrew her finger, a small shred of fabric on the tip of it. "Here it is." She placed it into the larger scrap, filling the gap. "Looks like that's all. Love, you keep holding the chopsticks; I'll clean it. Should I use blue elixir?"

"Use white elixir. Sorry, Hero, this stuff hurts like hornets, but it's great at keeping infection away. Last step before we sew you up."

Link looked like he might bite clear through the stick as the keeper's wife poured the liquid into the wound. It fizzed and bubbled and welled up pink, but only for a minute, and afterward the keeper slowly relaxed the pressure on the chopsticks and finally pulled them out, letting the wound close up. It still leaked blood onto the mattress, but not nearly as much as before.

Link let out a quavery breath as the keeper re-cleaned the needle. Zelda remembered how just minutes ago she had been apprehensive about getting stitches; now, for Link, it was a reprieve by comparison. As the keeper sewed him up, Link's breathing slowed slightly, and his grip on Zelda's hand relaxed a bit, though he still held onto her.

"There," said the keeper. "All done." He wiped the surrounding skin clean with the elixir while his wife prepared a bandage to tie around Link's middle. "You did great, Hero. Can't believe you didn't even scream—I would've."

Link visibly sunk into the pillow as he took a deeper breath, his eyelids sinking low. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"If you're sleepy, get some sleep. It'll do you good." He turned to Zelda. "All right, your turn."

"What? Oh—I forgot. It's not that bad, really."

"Not that bad, but not that good. Still needs to be sewn up." He cleaned his hands and the needle again as his wife wrapped the bandage around Link, who might have been asleep already. "You can just sit right there, if you want."

The bystanders in the stable began to go back to their business. As the keeper stitched Zelda up, she felt embarrassed by how much it seemed to hurt. Link had just gone through so much more; surely she could at least handle this, right? She tried to hide her reactions, but when the stable keeper saw her grimacing, she frowned and looked away.

"It's all right," he said. "Just because someone else goes through worse, that doesn't mean you don't feel pain too.'

Zelda felt annoyed that he had read her so easily, but his words were true and kind. She kept silent but allowed herself to make faces as he finished sewing, cleaned her arm, and bandaged her up.

"There you go," he said. "Now, dare I say it to a princess, you should get some sleep too. There's a bath house out back if you want to wash up. No bed charge for the two of you."

"You're so kind," said Zelda. "We're glad to pay you, though."

"Don't want it. Now go get yourself some rest; I've got cleaning up to do. Just let one of us know if you need anything."

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In the middle of the night, Zelda woke to a pinging pain in her arm, which she realized she had accidentally lain on. She rolled over and flexed it. Moonlight leaned into the stable, which was mostly quiet except for snores from a few of the beds.

Mostly. In the bed next to hers, she heard stirring and unintelligible whispers. She got up and moved to Link's bedside. He lay on his back, tossing his head back and forth and making small, wordless hissing sounds.

Zelda's first panicked thought was that he might have a fever. She reached out to feel his forehead, already planning an urgent ride to the doctor if it was hot. Thankfully, though, it was just as cool as her own, though tense and sweaty.

He stilled at her touch. His hissing stopped and he took a deep breath, or most of one—it caught toward the end as his abdomen expanded, and he let it back out. His hand went to his forehead, feeling hers. "Zelda?"

"It's me, Link."

"Oh good," he mumbled, a dream apparently still dissipating.

"Link, are you in pain?"

"Uhh . . . well yeah."

Zelda drew a concerned breath.

"I'll be okay," he added.

"Would you like some more whiskey? I'm sure they won't mind if I get you some."

"Mmh. No thanks. It doesn't help. Just makes me dizzy. Gives me bad dreams."

"Oh."

She withdrew her hand from his forehead, and he immediately tensed. "Zelda?" he mumbled.

"Yes, Link?"

"You still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here." She put her hand back, stroking his hairline and running her fingers along his temple to the point of his ear. It wasn't normally something she would have been bold enough to do yet, as they'd only recently started holding hands, but the way it visibly calmed him gave her confidence to keep going.

With her other hand she found his hand (which wasn't exactly clean but had at least been wiped down), and gave it a squeeze. He squeezed back—not the urgent, reflexive squeeze from before, but a deliberate, communicative one. She stayed with him silently, running her fingers through his hair and listening to his breathing continue to calm.

"Zelda?" he mumbled after a minute.

"Yes?"

"You should sleep. I'll be okay." He said the words, but his hand didn't release hers.

"Don't worry about me, Link."

He didn't argue, and his breathing slowed enough that she couldn't tell if he was still awake. She whispered an old lullaby until she herself began to feel drowsy.

Anyone who woke up early enough at the stable that morning would have seen a clean princess sitting on a dusty floor, resting her head on a bloody mattress next to a dirty hero, her hand clasped in his, both of them fast asleep.

#loz fanfiction #hurt/comfort fic #tw: blood #hidden injury #field surgery #hurt link #zelink #no plot just tropes

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whumpypepsigal · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 | No. 15

Makeshift Bandages

One Piece (2023) s01e06: “This is an old seaman's trick. The fish skin helps staunch the wounds and heals the flesh a lot faster.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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whump-a-la-mode · 1 year

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Armistice - Part Two

Part One | Part Two (this)

Summary: Doctor Kuhli saves a life.

Contains: Living weapon, scientist whumpers, inhuman whumpee, lab whump, secret agents, surgery, medical whump, surgery without anesthesia

Warnings: Dehumanization, pet whump, living weapon, gunshot wounds, surgery, surgery without anesthesia, flatlining (temporary), gunshot wounds, tasers

In front of Agent Alces, there was a person.

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That person, a young woman, now had a bullet in her side. Savini’s aim was perfect, as it always was. He had aimed for the leg-- Looking to halt, but not to kill. The woman, who had formerly been lunging, was now thrown to the side, skidding against the tile floor, leaving in her wake a streak of blood.

Alces’ heart raced in her chest. She had to get medical attention for this stranger. Without it, she would surely die, and soon.

The last thing the SABRE team leader expected to see was for the woman to get back up.

First, she struggled to her hands and knees, clearly hesitant to place even an ounce of weight on her injured leg. Then, with much shaking, she managed to get to her feet.

There was a bullet in her leg, and she was still standing.

“Come on! Kill them!” Doctor Cecil howled.

The woman gave a firm nod, narrowing her eyes. She charged.

There was something distinctly inhuman about the way that the woman moved. Before she lunged, she first knelt down, taking off like a dog jumping as she launched at her target.

She moved into the light. Alces noticed a few other inhuman things about her, too.

In lieu of two little fleshy circles sticking out from her temples, the woman’s ears were large, canine, covered in beige fur and sticking out from her short-cut hair. Her tail was stiff and bushy, streaking behind her as she curled through the air.

Savini had clearly noticed the same thing, something that had thrown him off of his guard. The next thing they both knew, the wolf-woman had landed atop of him.

Rather than short fingernails, the woman’s fingers were tipped with thick, black claws. Said claws dug now into Savini’s shoulders, keeping him in place as she straddled him on the tile floor.

The woman opened her mouth to show a set of gleaming sharp teeth. She darted her head down, aiming to place those teeth into Savini’s neck-

She never got the chance. As large and strong as she clearly was, she hadn’t thought to disarm her prey. Perhaps she simply took most of her foes out before they could even think to fight back.

Two more gunshots rang out, echoing through the chamber.

The woman paused before falling limply onto her side. Both bullets had gone into her stomach. The room was filled with a rank stench.

Doctor Cecil had pressed her back up against the far wall of the room.

“Fera! Come on! Keep going! That’s no reason to give up, yet!”

Savini scrambled to his feet, leveling his weapon at the severely wounded woman on the floor.

“Are you a maniac?” Alces shouted at Doctor Cecil. “She’s going to die!”

The woman on the floor managed to struggle her way to her hands and knees, blood now practically pouring from her body.

She was still trying to fight.

Doctor Cecil grinned.

“You haven’t seen what this thing can do. You’re thinking of it as though it’s human. It’s not.

But… I might call it off. On one condition.”

Alces furrowed her brow.

“What is it?”

“I want complete amnesty. You can’t prosecute me for any crimes. I go free. Then, I’ll call it off.”

Alces bit her tongue. It was her duty to protect all people, including the slightly inhuman woman now bleeding out on the floor. If she didn’t stop fighting, getting her to Doctor Kuhli would be impossible.

Yet, letting someone like this free…

Savini reached into his holster, switching out his weapon. Before Alces so much as realized what he was doing, Doctor Cecil let out a scream, collapsing onto the floor.

Long-range taser. It was one of Savini’s favorites.

“Savini!” Alces snapped, turning towards him. It was a reckless decision, one that he would be disciplined for later. But she couldn’t help but agree with what he had done.

At the very least, he had made her decision for her.

“Do you have restraints?” She asked sharply.

“I have ‘cuffs. Nothing that would be required for…”

For claws and teeth. But the words were left unsaid.

“Fine. Cuff her. We’ll go from there. Then we get her to Kuhli.”

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“What in the hell?”

That was all that Doctor Kuhli could manage as she stood back from the exam table, fidgeting with the wrist elastics on her blue, rubber gloves. The rest of the team stood a bit further back, though Doctor Munty was standing a bit closer than most, hands pressed together in front of his mouth. He had yet to voice his excitement, but it hardly took half a brain to notice it.

The med bay was, of course, relatively small, as were all rooms on the plane. The thing did need to fly, after all. There were only two beds, shoved away in a corner, along with an exam table and a great deal of medical equipment, all sealed in cases that were bolted around within an inch of their life. If the plane hit a spot of turbulence, no one wanted Doctor Kuhli to be speared with a flying scalpel.

That exam table was currently serving as a restraint for the strange person extracted from Doctor Cecil’s lab. Stretched out, spread-eagle, her wounds were on full display as her arms and legs were pulled to the four corners of the steel table. Her forehead, as well, was restrained by a strap of leather, something which she now could not stop twisting against.

When Agent Savini had carried the woman out of the lab, she had been too weak to move. In the intervening minutes, however, she had began to move and twitch again, growling and snapping whenever a hand grew too close to her face.

“What’s their name?” Doctor Munty questioned.

Agent Alces clicked her tongue.

“I think Doctor Cecil called her ‘Fera.’”

The woman on the table twitched at the word.

“Fera it is.” Doctor Kuhli spoke up, still seeming to consider what was going on before her. Since Fera had been brought to her med bay, Kuhli had more or less stopped the bleeding from her gunshot wounds. The wounds, however, were still very much present, as were the bullets inside them.

Alces halfway considered dragging Cecil from the plane’s holding cell to assist her doctor, but knew that Kuhli would protest.

“I’m going to have to put her under anesthesia.” Kuhli spoke at long last. That must have been what she was considering for so long.

“Do you have the equipment for that?” Alces furrowed her brow.

“I… Do. For humans.”

Alces narrowed her eyes.

“Kuhli, this is a human.” She was going to be insistent about that. Canine ears or not, Fera was a person. A human being. She deserved to be treated like one.

“I know, I know.” Kuhli tapped her foot. “I’m talking medically. I don’t know if her body is going to react to anesthesia the way that it normally would. If she looks this different externally, there’s no knowing what’s going on with her bloodstream.”

“But…” This was where Kuhli always tended to put that word.

“But, I’m going to do it. Those bullets need to come out, and those wounds need to be closed. Every second we stand around, we risk infection and internal bleeding. I’m going to need to do surgery.”

On the table, Fera let out a snarl, twisting. Her eyes were opened wide, something that made Alces’ heart cinch with sympathy. She wouldn’t much like to have people talk about doing surgery on her, either. Yet, Fera had yet to say a word. Ideally, Alces would give her a choice, but there was no time for that when her torso was ripped by three gunshots.

“Okay.” Alces nodded. “Tell me what you need, and we’ll get out of your way.”

“Alright.”

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Doctor Kuhli was not prepared for this.

The room had been emptied of her teammates, a makeshift operating room set up. A blazing light had been hooked to the ceiling, something which Fera twisted nervously away from. Curtains had been set up on either side, with Kuhli decked out in her scrubs.

She had yet to anesthetize the patient. She wanted everything to be ready, first. Ideally, this would be done as soon as possible. The less time Fera was under, the better.

Yet, she couldn’t procrastinate any longer.

“Alright.” She spoke to no one but herself, her own hot breath pressing against her mask. She picked up an IV kit before pausing.

Kuhli took a moment to pick up a dry washcloth, draping it over Fera’s eyes. The woman tried to shake it off, but Kuhli tucked it under her forehead restraint. Even if the woman didn’t like it, she would most certainly be calmer if she couldn’t anticipate what was going to happen.

Now, she took the IV kit, preparing the needle. Fera let out a sharp exhale as it went in, but made no other sound. In Kuhli’s mind, a brief thought flashed: Had her vocal cords been removed? Given the rest of her body…

No. No time to worry about that, right now.

Kuhli stayed silent in her own right as she hooked up the IV line to a prepared solution of medication, hanging in a bag. Drip by drip, the medication began to enter Fera’s bloodstream. There was something in there to calm her, as well as, of course, the necessary medications to induce anesthesia.

Fera’s eyes began to flutter, threatening to close. Soon enough, she lost the fight to wakefulness. Kuhli diligently watched the heart monitor on the wall all the while.

Fera’s breathing slowed, her heartbeat steadying. They both grew slower, and slower, until Kuhli’s nerves turned to full-blown panic.

Her patient wasn’t breathing.

At once, she disconnected the IV line, sticking her hands in Fera’s mouth and ensuring that her airway was clear. (Not to mention, damn were those some sharp teeth).

There was no time to think about that. She placed her hands on Fera’s chest in the proper position for CPR. Pump, pump, pump. Then a breath into her mouth. Pump, pump, pump.

Her arms began to hurt. Just as she was about to call for reinforcements, Fera took a gasping breath, coughing and sputtering. The heart monitor, too, jumped. They had a steady rhythm.

“Oh, thank the stars.” Kuhli exhaled, giving her shaky arms a moment to relax.

She had saved her patient for the immediate moment. However, there were still three bullets in her torso, and anesthesia was officially off the table.

Dammit.

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“We can’t use anesthesia.”

The announcement rang out as Kuhli entered the bridge, where she knew she could find Agent Alces. Her commander turned around to look at her with pursed lips.

“What? I thought you were going to-”

“I just tried. She stopped breathing. I revived her, and she’s stable, but we can’t do that again.”

Alces’ face paled.

“Then what are you going to do? You can’t do surgery without anesthesia.”

Kuhli tapped her foot nervously.

“I think that’s exactly what I’m going to have to do.”

“What?!”

“I know, I know.” She held up her hands.

“That’s cruel.”

“It is. I know it is. But, right now, we have a choice. Either we wash the wounds, wrap them, and pray they don’t fester, or I perform surgery with the patient awake.”

Alces bit her tongue.

“Is there anything you can do for the pain?”

“Not if the pain medication makes her stop breathing.”

“Will it be quick?”

“It’s a delicate operation. No.”

Alces clenched a fist, thinking. She thought for a long few moments before letting out a sigh.

“If we don’t perform surgery, what’s the likelihood of her surviving?”

“Next to none. No matter how clean, open wounds are still prone to infection. An infection that deep will spread to her blood, and she’ll die of sepsis. That’s if the initial infection doesn’t kill her outright.”

Another sigh.

“Okay.” Alces raised her head. “Do it. And be sure to strap her down tight.”

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Doctor Kuhli stood over Fera with a scalpel.

She was really about to do this.

Fera looked back at her, pinprick pupils, wallowing in yellow irises, shaking.

They had made the environment as comfortable as physically impossible. Alces had insisted that Kuhli explain the situation to her patient, even though they had no idea whether or not she actually understood. The only response she got was a series of growls, which didn’t exactly count as consent, but it was the best she could do.

Again, with her free hand, she placed a washcloth over Fera’s eyes.

There were three wounds. Three wounds that would need to be dug into until the bullet could be found. She had already checked, double-checked, and triple-checked that there were no exit wounds. The bullets were still inside.

She wanted to punch Savini.

“It’s alright. Just try to relax.” She did her best to soothe, though it would do nothing at all for the pain that would be arriving in a moment.

Kuhli took a deep breath, then began. Her sharpened scalpel pressed into raw flesh, prompting a horrible howl from Fera. It was the loudest, most distinct sound she had so far made. That wasn’t a good thing.

She cut deeper. Beneath the washcloth, Fera’s eyes bulged from her head as she twisted back and forth, thrashing desperately. She transitioned rapidly between gasping for breath and screaming.

At last, the scalpel struck something hard. Kuhli switched to her forceps, removing the small portion of metal, guiding it out through the hole she had made.

Fera was crying, her ears pressed back flat against her head, claws digging into the steel table with a terrible, screeching sound.

Kuhli deposited the bullet into a prepared metal tray.

The next two bullets were no easier. Fera’s energy seemed boundless as she thrashed, screaming and howling. Soon, Kuhli’s ears became accustomed to the sound.

She dropped the last bullet into the tray with a plink.

Stitching the wounds was, perhaps, even worse-- The skin had more nerves than the body’s innards, after all. Before long, however, the surgical site was clean and closed.

Meanwhile, Fera was a mess.

Kuhli took a step back before she collapsed, landing on her back, staring upwards, gasping for air.

Dear god, she’d done it.

#whump #Whumper #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #pet whump #dehumanization #living weapon #living weapon whumpee #inhuman whumpee #scientist whumper #medical whump #surgery whump #field surgery

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