#hidden injuries

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee hid any mistakes they made from the caretaker, just like they used to do with the whumper. The whumpee would hide injuries as well, which often meant that the caretaker would find them when the injuries where at their worst, anxious about how the injuries had gotten there in the first place.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #past whump #caretaker #hidden injuries

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1311

TW: EMETOPHOBIA / VOMIT

Anon asked: Do you have any prompts/ideas for a caretaker caring for a sick character who is terrified of throwing up?

I have a couple:

“The more you try to stop it the worse it’ll be, y’know.” / “You’re making that up.” / “Maybe to stop you gagging, but seriously, better out than in.”

“Please, I don’t want to - it burns!”

Maybe the whumpee has a history of being forced to throw up/a serious illness.

Maybe the last time they did, they threw up blood due to a serious underlying injury/illness.

"I'll hold your hair if that's what you're worried about." / "Don't you dare."

Your whumpee could just be embarrassed, so the more shameless (or perhaps shy) caretaker takes them through their own embarrassing memories (drunken nights, illnesses, throwing up in front of someone because they're so excited/scared/anxious).

^ "Seriously, [whumpee] you throwing up from an illness is the most mundane thing imaginable. Everyone does it. The King of England does."

Maybe the whumpee has bad memories of being sick and alone, throwing up whatever's in their stomach. When the caretaker finds this out, they make sure to keep the whumpee comfortable - maybe giving them blankets/pillows and making sure their clothes are fresh and their mouth is clean after each bout.

#emetophobia tw #vomit tw #throwing up tw #whump #writing #prompts #angst #embarrassment #sickfic #illness #fever #comfort #hidden injuries #vomiting blood

[whumpydump]

Eye appreciation: whump

Please tag me if you use any of these, I’d be very interested in reading your ideas :))

• Whumpees eyes half-lidded, a faint/weak smile on their lips as their gaze meets caretakers.

• The horrified expansion of caretakers eyes when they realize whumpees condition.

• Mesmerized, wide eyes following caretakers every motion as they tend to whumpees body. Caretakers presence almost making them forget the pain.

• Caretakers furrowing gaze as they stitch up whumpees wounds.

• How the direction of caretakers eyebrows changes as concentration ebbs to worry when whumpee suddenly starts to loose consciousness.

• Whumpee fighting to remain conscious, blinking their eyes as the far-to-heavy eyelids slowly sink to close.

#whump ideas #whump scenario #caretaker #whumpee #h/c #eyes #losing consciousness #hidden injuries #worried caretaker #hurt/comfort #whump tropes #whump prompt

[whump-about-it]

Covering up

@whumpril Day 3: Shame

CW: hidden injuries, gaslighting, creepy whumper

Whumpee shifted uncomfortably in their seat and pulled their sleeves farther down over their hands, making extra sure the bruises on their wrists wouldn't show. Their friends sat around them, laughing and drinking; playing a foolish game, completely unaware of Whumpee's racing heart, or the injuries they hid beneath their clothes.

Whumper was being more careful now. They didn't leave marks in places Whumpee couldn't easily cover up. They didn't do anything that would leave Whumpee limping or hunched over, or unable to use their arms. They were letting Whumpee go out now, hang out with their friends, even get a job. All as long as they pretended everything was fine.

"It would be a shame if your friends tried to take you away from me again." Whumper would whisper in Whumpee's ear as they bandaged their cuts or straightened their jacket, giving them a once over before letting them leave the house to make absolutely sure nothing was noticable. "We have so much fun together you and I. Don't we?"

"Yes." Whumpee would always answer despite knowing neither of them believed it. Luckily Whumper didn't care, as long as Whumpee played their part.

And what else could they do? They couldn't go to their friends for help. Couldn't admit to them how weak and pathetic they were. After everything their friends did to try and save them they couldn't admit now that they couldn't be yanked free from the leash Whumper had kept them on. They're friends wouldn't come to save them a second time. They'd probably stop talking to them if they knew about this betrayal. And if Whumpee didn't have their friends, who could they run to to hide from Whumper?

No. Whumper was right. It was better this way. Whumpee wasn't strong enough, smart enough, brave enough, to leave Whumper. But they couldn't survive them alone either. So they covered their injuries, plastered a smile on their face, and pretended everything was fine. Anything so their friends wouldn't fine out.

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday3 #shame #hidden injuries #tw gaslighting #creepy whumper

[angsty-prompts-for-fics]

Prompt #68

A younger character on a team who strives to prove their worth and use to the team sustains an injury. Originally they planned on seeking medical help; however, an older member on the team that they respect reaches out for their assistance, and well… they just can’t decline so they put it off a little longer. As much as the injury bothers them they can hide it pretty well and were able to distract themselves from the pain by keeping busy with their teams' demands. After about a week their injury catches up to them and in the middle of a briefing, they collapse. Panic ensues.

#angst #prompt #hidden injuries #whump #injury

[whumblr]

Everything

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

Aftermath drabble between the last chapter and the epilogue.

-

After a few days in hospital, recovering and getting his wounds treated, Jay was allowed to go home. There was nothing more they could do for him there; he just mostly needed rest and time to heal up. Physically… mentally. And someone to help him clean his bandages, which was a bit of a stressor to say the least, as he certainly didn’t want people to see the cuts and lashes (and older injuries) crossing his back.

Laura stayed over to help him out, but he wasn’t going to ask. Maybe he could do it by himself. He’d always managed so far to stave off infection. And in the worst case, he could ask Dennis… Luckily for now, Laura dismissed it as a ‘stupid man thing’.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t always keep things hidden.

“Are you asleep?”

“No,” Jay mumbled, eyes still closed. He was exhausted and really did want to sleep, but there was an uncommon hint of hesitation and tension in his sister’s voice that made him open his eyes and look up.

Laura stood next to his bed, uncharacteristically fidgety, and she was holding up a newspaper.

“Did you… have you seen this?”

“A newspaper.” Not his. Not a very good one. More gossipy. Liberal with the truth. Or a truth obtained in liberal ways.

She handed him the folded paper.

His eyes widened and he sat up as he saw the article her finger pointed to.

Gordon Emery faces trial for abduction and torture.

Even though the article and headline were small, it still screamed into Jay’s face and he paled as he read on.

... where two men were rushed to hospital. Both were severely injured and were visibly bruised and bleeding. Like Emery himself, who had to have a police bullet removed, one of the men had been shot. If battery and gunshot wounds weren’t enough, the CEO will have to explain why the other man carried visible and fresh whip marks on his back. He was identified as a reporter working for the —Jay stopped reading at this.

“Have mum and dad seen this?” he whispered.

“Not yet. I think.”

A small relief. Jay let his arm fall back down with a sigh, let the newspaper fall apart and scatter to the floor. But his co-workers probably had, with their daily tendency to scour every piece of print there was just to be sure they didn’t miss anything. Jay-related or just general news related.

He caught Laura staring at him, eyes practically pleading for an answer and he couldn’t keep ignoring it.

“I didn’t think you’d go for this type of gutter press,” he tried to deflect. “Why did you even pick this up?”

Wrong choice.

“I have to resort to scavenging about shifty news articles for scraps of information, because my own fucking brother refuses to tell us anything!”

“Well now you can see why!”

“So this is true?!”

Fuck.

He didn’t answer. Just closed his eyes and looked away when he opened them again.

“You have a Canadian accent now,” he muttered.

“Don’t you fucking change the—“

“Didn’t have that last time.”

“Jay!”

The choked off vowels as she said (or well, nearly spat) about didn’t escape him.

He’d heard it over the phone before, of course, but somehow now seeing his sister actually standing next to him again – pissed (concerned) and in different circumstances than he’d have liked – reality hit him that they hadn’t seen each other for quite some time now. And not just that, if she still lived somewhere closer they still would’ve kept up over the phone, but she was on an actual different fucking continent. It had been quite convenient that she wasn’t around when he was at the lowest point in his life but now it also really hit him that he had missed his sister and even though he didn’t want to admit it, really needed her. Had really needed her.

He looked into her furious yet intensely concerned eyes, already knowing he wasn’t going to win this staring contest or this stand-off, so he cast his eyes down and gave in. “He wanted to know where Dennis was. Wanted me to sell him out.”

He. Emery. Amazing how he didn’t refer to Zayne anymore…

“And you didn’t know…?”

“I refused to tell him.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Laura turned away from the bed but snapped back in an instant and actually stamped her foot. “You are so fucking stubborn!”

“Look who’s talking!”

“I’m not the one practically asking some psycho for a—!“

“I couldn’t tell him! Dennis was our only lifeline out of there. He was the only one who knew we were taken and if I’d given him up Emery would have killed us all!”

That made them both fall silent in an instant. Though Jay had to admit, for the past months he had been practically ‘asking’ some other psycho to keep beating on him through his stubbornness.

Laura made a small sound as if she wanted to carry on the argument, but cut herself off.

Instead, she sat next to him on the bed. Her hand hovered above his back, but her fingertips twitched and she pulled back.

“What happened?” she asked, again like that first day they visited in hospital, but this time almost in a whisper, almost pleading. But when he remained silent, that softness from her voice instantly fell away and while still in a whisper, she snarled: “I will buy every fucking newspaper from every little rat print in the city and I will draw my own conclusions on what—“

“Okay, okay! Fine!”

He caught himself before he rolled onto his back in exasperation.

Honestly, he wondered, not for the first time, why he even bothered arguing with Laura. She always won. She was ruthless. And Jay could only hold out by sheer pettiness against her onslaught of—

Whoa. A little lightbulb of epiphany lit up. Was this what he had been doing with Zayne? After a lifetime of unwinnable battles, he’d crossed over from childhood feuds into a territory of actual physical fights carrying the same childish strategy that had always worked for him. Knowing he couldn’t win anyway, he could at least cling to a stubbornness to make it as difficult for Zayne as he could. And to fool himself into thinking he stood on a more equal level in the fight.

He’d have to contemplate this nature v nurture debacle another time, because his silence made Laura gear up for another round.

“I’m not going to tell it twice,” he muttered, still petty in defeat. “Wait ‘til mum and dad are here.”

Laura made a grumbling impatient growl in her throat as she exhaled, threw him an annoyed glance, but settled and threw herself in the chair next to his bed instead. Lawyers knew when to settle. Didn’t mean she was going to wait it out, though; she took matters in her own hands and pulled out her phone to text their parents to come over. Faster.

“What about Dennis?” she asked with a pissed side-glance to Jay, hands still on her phone.

“He knows,” Jay just said.

“About this? The—”

“Everything.” Well, mostly everything. Everything he was going to share. For now.

That made Laura look up from her phone and she tilted her head slightly towards him.

While her eyes were concerned, the sudden attention made him uneasy. Wrong answer. It implied there was so much more. And so now he was going to have to tell everything. Well, he probably should. Before Zayne would gladly recount all their stories in candid splendour over a series of columns with the help of some— No. It was time to be honest. However hard that was going to be.

“Good,” Laura muttered, and she pressed send. “Then I can always double-check with him.”

Jay gave a wry smile. Really was time to be honest.

Best that they all hear it from him. Everything. Also, best to spare Dennis from Laura cornering and grilling him.

“Help me up, will you.” He didn’t want to stay in bed. Not to tell all this. He could usually manage when he was alone – which wasn’t often now that Laura stayed over and Dennis visited about every waking hour – but his strength was still sapped and it was easier to have a little help. If the past few months had taught him anything, it was to ask for help.

Laura gave him a hand, pulled him up and let him lean on her as she scooted him towards the living room. Jay could tell she was still annoyed, but her touches were lighter than before and with her new knowledge, she really seemed to treat him as if he were made of glass.

Before she lowered him onto the couch, where he could lean on the armrest against a stack of pillows, she pulled at his shirt.

“Can I…?”

“There’s nothing to see,” Jay grumbled, but he let her lift his shirt. And true, all she could see was his back covered in white, all bandages, padded for extra comfort and protection. He barely felt it when she lightly ran a finger over the padded cotton. Also a courtesy of the morphine, but some deeper wounds were still very sensitive.

The bruises on his abdomen did stand out and spread from his side to his stomach. And before she could turn him to see the scars or swollen blue area over his broken ribs, he slid a hand over hers to slowly pull his shirt down again.

“I thought…” she swallowed hard, “I thought, or maybe I hoped, your back was just… bruised up. You know, from the struggle. Not… not deliberately—” she cut off.

Deliberately carved to shreds to inflict as much pain as possible, yeah. “I was happy to let you think so,” Jay admitted.

“What about these?” Her eyes fell on the scars and pink cuts crossing his forearm as she held his arm to lower him down. Jay suddenly realised that this was the first time in six months that he’d actually worn short sleeves around people (well, except Zayne).

“I’ll tell you in a bit.” His stomach started churning. He was so nervous, scared, having to reveal all this.

“And this?” A finger hooked under the neck of his shirt, further revealing the white dots crossing from his clavicle to his shoulder, the little scars peeking out from under his shirt collar.

“I— That’s…. Those are old, they—“ he swallowed, now chastising himself for never revealing what happened in the warehouse two years ago.

Everything? Was he really going to tell everything? He hesitated. Should he go back that far? If he wanted to be honest and spare his family the things that were going to be brought up in a court case, maybe the power tool trauma could be… left out?

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and instantly caused the chaos swirling around in his stomach to expand. He almost felt nauseous as he heard Laura get the door, heard the soft voices of his parents.

His mother shuffled inside, white as a sheet, clutching that same goddamn newspaper Laura had brought in, and asked in a shaky voice: “Is this… is this true?”

Jay squeezed his eyes closed and took a deep breath.

“I’ll tell you what happened.”

-

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[reffitt-blog1]

Hidden injuries. Trektober 2023

#trektober 2023 #trektober #hidden injuries

[whumpshaped]

Drabble #4

inspo masterlist

trigger warnings: missing person, implied trauma, hidden injuries, emotional whump

Len was fidgeting with his hands as he stood on the porch of Andrina’s home, unsure of whether to even go through with this. He wanted to see it again, of course, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for all the questions and worried looks and most of all, the answers he would be forced to give. Either that, or lying. He didn’t know which outcome he hated more.

He raised his hand to knock before he could think about it, stepping back afterwards and waiting for someone to open. Maybe it would be best if no one came to let him in. He stared at the wood, studying the door handle, the cracks in the wall next to it, then the wood beneath his feet, and the dirty shoes he was wearing. Andrina would surely be mad that he came here so… run down.

Way too soon, the door creaked open, and Andrina’s eyes widened. Len wasn’t able to give it anything more than a tired smile and a clumsy wave before sinking his hands right back into his pockets. He kept forgetting that there were bandages just below the cuff of his stolen jacket, and he could only hope it didn’t catch a glimpse of it.

“Len?” Its voice was soft and tentative. It sounded like it had dreamt about this moment several times before, maybe even seen him during the day in its more fragile moments.

“Hi. Can I… come in? Just for a bit?”

Andrina stood aside hastily, gesturing towards the inside of its home and towards the living room couch. “Would you like a cup of tea? It’s cold out.”

“I’d love that. Thank you.”

They sat on the couch silently, both of them drinking their respective hot beverages. Len had a cup full of chamomile tea, three sugars, both freezing hands wrapped around the warm mug. Andrina had a cup of matcha, plain, its eyes fixed strictly on the liquid, never even glancing at its guest, lest it make him uncomfortable.

“Is it good?” it asked quietly, still making Len flinch. He caught the apologetic look on Andrina’s face - it must’ve registered the movement even without looking directly. It didn’t comment on it, and he was grateful for that.

“It’s really good.” He took another sip, thinking of something to ask in return. He had a lot of questions, none of which he felt he deserved to know the answer to. If he asked, he’d be asked right back. If he wanted an answer from Andrina, he’d have to give his own. “Yours is matcha, right? I had no idea you liked that.”

“I got into it lately. It’s good for the heart, apparently.” It stirred the tea some more, watching the liquid swirl. Its mug had several inspiring phrases on it, such as ‘Don’t give up!’ or ‘Tomorrow is a new day!’ He wondered how much heartache he must’ve caused for Andrina to turn to affirmations and matcha tea. “It’s an acquired taste, I think. Once you’re on your third cup, or thirtieth, you start to like it.”

“Tell me about it. I got into eating carrots. Just like that, raw, without anything else. Like a cartoon rabbit.” He smiled, prompting it to smile back. “Could be worse, I suppose. I could’ve gotten into actual bad habits.”

Andrina nodded. “Carrots aren’t the end of the world. Maybe a little strange, but you’ve never been one for normalcy.”

The sun was setting, and the shadows on the wall kept stretching further and further. Len was beginning to think that he might be able to spend the night at Andrina’s, without having to answer the dreaded question. He took another sip, enjoying the warmth travelling down his throat and settling in his belly. The jacket did nothing to protect him from that permanent, bone-deep chill.

Andrina set its cup down, finally looking up at him. There was something in its eyes that Len just couldn’t bear to see, and he quickly took another sip, hiding his face behind the mug. He couldn’t protect himself from the words, however. “Why did you leave?”

Len’s vision was swimming as he lowered the cup, gently placing it on the table. Memories of his past months came flooding back, and he teared up, as if he wasn’t guilty, as if he had any right to cry when he’d caused Andrina so many headaches. He opened his mouth to answer, desperate to give his friend the explanation it deserved - and nothing. The words got stuck in his throat, and in the next moment, he was bolting towards the door and running away from that godforsaken house.

~

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#whump #whump drabble #emotional whump #hidden injuries #implied trauma

[silvercrystalwhump]

At The Mouth of Oblivion

Whumpay 2022 - Day Four: Damsel in Distress / “I had it handled” / Burns

TW: hidden injuries, blood, implied torture, implied kidnapping,

Cadenza adjusts the straps on her gauntlets as she looks over the side of the basalt. Blood trickles down a slash across her arm, stinking against the sheer heat of the lava pools around them. The stark contrast between the cold inside her gut from those potions that make her less flammable and the heat around dizzies her slightly. 

The incapacitated shadow knight sits limply between two large pillars of basalt. Blackish blood trails from lacerations and puncture wounds that met with the more liquidy parts of their armor. Cadenza looks up at Laurence whose blade is coated with said blood.

“I had it handled.”

Laurence, with the red flares of energy bouncing off him, rolls his eyes, “Sure, we’ll go with that.”

Cadenza can quite wrap her head around the way Laurence’s voice distorts when he’s using his abilities. The lances of dark energy that coil off of his limbs blanket them in darkness. 

Laurence glances over her arm and looks up at her, “You sure your alright?”

“Yes, how close are we to the black Palace?” Cadenza replies as she rolls out her shoulders.

Pointing over the lake of lava, Cadenza sees a vague black shape that sits in the ceiling of the nether. Large black pillars jut into the sides and into the lava below. Shifting with the heat, red speaks show dozens of shadow knights dipping around them, walking into and out of the building.

“That’s it,” Laurence states, “But we’re not headed in there, Kalif doesn’t keep his captives there.” Standing, Laurence gestures towards the large pillar of netherite and Cadenxa sees a few openings leading down into winding halls. “He keeps them in the caverns.”

“I thought we overheard them taking about bringing him to Shad?” Cadenza asks as she finishes refitting her gauntlets, “To try him for treason?”

“You can access the Palace throught he caverns,” Laurence replies as he takes a step forward. “It’s easier than it looks.”

Cadenza watches him walk forward, the limp in his hip only just now starting to show. He winces slightly and mutters something under his breath. 

“Ae you sure your okay?”

Laurence laughs, the distorted hint shifting his notes around like throwing playing cards across a table, “Yeah, it’ll heal over in a couple minutes.”

Cadenza can feel the lie.

#hidden injuries #blood #implied torture #implied kidnapping #laurence zvhal #cadenza zvahl #vincent of meteli #whump #whump community #whumpay #whumpay 2022 #whumpay 2022 day 4 #minecraft diaries #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau #old school mcyt #mcyt

[disneygirl626]

I’m crawling out of the post grave to say that I’m not sure if this is a trope or not, but 5+1 is literally my favorite trope ever next to the hidden injury one

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #5 + 1 things #tropes #i love this trope #hidden injuries #stories

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee only ever told people what they wanted to hear, which had kept them safe under the whumper, but it was proving to cause issues with the caretaker. The whumpee would hide their pain and injuries and always told the caretaker they were fine, only to be found later trying to bandage their own injuries. The caretaker would constantly try to tell the whumpee to stop, but they’d always go back to it after a few days.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #whumper #hidden injuries #caretaker #past whump

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1120

Submitted by @pigeon--lord - thanks!

A servant (A) for a king/queen/noble person etc. (B) is in a carriage with the person they serve. They get in an accident and A is slightly injured, but B has a much more visible injury so A is worried for B. Back at the castle everyone is also worried for B, when, in the background, A starts to feel dizzy and falls unconscious. Turns out they have a serious injury, but was more worried about B and thought of themselves only as a servant.

#maybe they're a well loved servant so the whole castle worries over them #whump #writing #prompts #ideas #accidents #injury #dizziness #hidden injuries #hiding an injury #mhmmm #the good stuff #collapse #worry

[crematosis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Hurt Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Self-Esteem Issues, Protective Steve Rogers Series: Part 4 of Whumptober 2022 Summary:

When Tony gets hurt after a battle, he once again tries to avoid medical. This time, Steve's going to find out why.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injuries #avengers #fic #medical bias #steve x tony

[oliviagordonwrites]

Whumptober Day Four: Hidden Injuries

When Kasha woke up, Varshal was already beside her again. His eyes were closed, which was a shame. She liked his eyes. She could barely see them in the dim light of their cage, but from what she glimpsed last night, they were gentle and compassionate. She liked the way he talked, too. This morning, she even liked the way he smelled. That was new. A recent development. 

He opened his eyes, and when he saw her they filled with the same gentleness and compassion that she had instantly trusted the night before. 

“You’re clean now,” she said. The sound of her own voice startled her, but something about him made her feel like it was okay to talk. “Even under your nails.” She took his hand and held it closer to the glowing algae. 

“Sorry I left you alone,” he said. His voice sounded groggy, but even his breath was fresh. He winced as he pulled himself up to sit. “Sometimes…” His eyes roved the small chamber for a moment, then fluttered closed. “Sometimes I’ll have to leave you alone.”

“Will you come back?”

“Yes,” he said immediately. He smiled a little. “I'll even be clean every time.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” His eyes snapped open again. He grit his teeth. “They’ll come for us soon. It’s going to be very, very hard. But I’ll help you.” 

The guards came shortly after. One by one, they opened the cell doors until a mob of prisoners followed behind them. When they opened Kasha and Varshal’s door, more than one crowd member whistled. Varshal took Kasha’s hand, commanded her softly to stay close, then pulled her into the dirty, smelly mob. Hands reached out; Varshal slapped them back.

They followed along, his hand strong in hers. He kept his head held high, so Kasha tilted her chin up as well. 

The guards herded them into a single file line at the mouth of the hall, and in the light that streamed in from ahead, Kasha finally saw the streaks of bright red blood that dripped across his shirt from the shoulder blades down.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injuries #oc #fic #implied sa #hmmm no comments

[plasmodiumpyrexia]

Some responses to "I'm fine":

"Bullshit."

"Then how do you explain that?"

"Uh huh. Sure you are buddy."

"You know, it's ok if you're not ok."

"There is no way you're 'fine' after that."

[skeptical silence]

[worried silence]

"[name], it's ok..."

"We talked about this."

"Please don't lie to me."

"You call that 'fine'?"

"Then why are you [action that reveals distress]?"

"You don't look/sound fine."

"Something's bothering you; I can tell."

"You can talk to me... "

"You're not fooling anyone."

"I just want to help. Will you let me?"

"No you're not."

"You're shaking..."

#whump #dialogue #'i'm fine' #hidden injury #hiding an illness #hiding things in general #whump prompts #writing prompts #prompt list

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker opens the trashcan and finds dozens of blood-covered rags, the med kit's been moved with supplies missing and whumpee's been lying in their room all day.

-Que caretaker bursting their door open yelling "WHAT did you get involved in NOW?"

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #protective caretaker #injured whumpee #hidden injury #whump angst #whump scenario #whump writing #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #caretaking prompt