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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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Injures and Idiots

Prompt: Hiding an Illness

Pairings: Wandanat x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You got shot and hide it, which was probably a bad idea.

TW: injury, getting shot, blood, stitches, fainting, blood loss.

A/n Hehehe slight angst anyone? Short lil fic for all you who are craving some of that good old marvel content <3 Also I posted two fics in one day. I need a medal.

It honestly wasn’t that bad. You had had much worse in the past. This was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing you couldn’t deal with by yourself at least. It was just a graze; in fact it was barely a graze. everyone had seemed so happy that the mission went well you couldn’t dampen the mood. Sure, it was a bad idea. You had been shot after all. But the happy faces of your teammates made it hard to say anything that would take that away.

Upon reaching the jet you retracted inwards. You didn’t say much but everyone just assumed you were simply tired. Natasha was the only one who seemed to notice any sort of issue, but she didn’t press it, dismissing it as typical post mission aches and pains but she made a mental note to keep an eye on you.

After two hours the jet landed and the team departed, you waited a minute to exit knowing your walk was slightly off to adjust for the pain in your side. Sucking in a breath you stood and began to hobble down to your room.

The blood was beginning to show through your suit, and you needed to bandage it before the debrief with fury. You checked each hallway by peaking around the corner before quickly hurrying down it.

Once safely in your room and the door shut you began to peel off your suit. When the rough material brushed against the soft sensitive exposed wound you cried out before clamping a hand over your mouth and waiting for the sound of rushed footsteps. Luckily none came. You mentally thanked tony for the thick walls of the compound.

Once the suit hung from your waist and you stood with the black material around your hips clad in your navy sports bra you hobbled to the bathroom. Pain short through you as you lent down to grab the materials from under the sink. You sucked a harsh breath through your teeth as the lightning pain shot through your skin. Righting yourself again you began the painstaking process of cleaning and bandaging the wound.

After two small bottles of saline the wound was much more visible. It looked awful but it was too late now to tell someone. Placing a piece of gauze to the torn flesh you began to wind the roll of white bandaged around your midsection. After two rolls and a clip to secure it the light pressure seemed to almost relive some of the pain.

Tossing two pain tablets into your mouth and chugging some water you made quick but painful work of changing into a casual outfit of grey and red trackpants from when you were in senior year and a faded black band t-shirt. Throwing your hair into a messy bun and slipping on your vans you walked to the door practising walking normally. It hurt more but it was bearable and more importantly, believable.

Blood was beginning to seep through the bandages, but you dismissed it. It would clot soon, there was no real damage.

The meeting was rather boring, you turned up a few minutes late. Taking care of the injury had eaten up a lot of your time.

After three minutes the wound began to throb.

After five minutes you began to feel lightheaded. After ten black dots began to appear on your vision and your left hand drifted to you side. Of course, Nat was watching you carefully at this point, studying the slight pained expression on your face and hand hovering by your side.

She had just opened her mouth to ask you when your eyes rolled back, and you slumped almost falling out of the chair if Wanda’s magic hadn’t caught you and kept you in the chair.

Steve stopped talking and motioned to banner to take a look. Nat waved him off coming to you side and clearing her throat. The rest of the team could take a hint and soon it was just you Wanda and Natasha. Wanda carefully picked you up out of the chair and laid you on the floor with you head in her lap.

Nat’s hands ghosted over the base of your shirt as she lifted the black material to reveal heavily blood-soaked bandages.

“Cyka” she swore, and Wanda sucked in a breath, her hands however didn’t stop from where she rubbed your cheek in an attempt to rouse you. She whispered you name as she tapped your cheek. After a minute your eyes began to flutter but stayed closed as Nat began to unwind the bandages. When she saw the injury, she swore again.

“Jarvis?” The redhead said.

“Yes Ms Romanoff”

“Tell banner to bring a suture kit to the briefing room and a bottle of saline.” She said.

“Dr banner has been alerted and is on his way now.” The AI responded and Nat nodded as she began to probe the wound with her hand to check for further damage.

She wasn’t mad, she knew you had issues asking for help, but she hated seeing you like this.

After a moment Bruce appeared at the door his cheeks flushed and breathing coming in a slight pant. He wordlessly handed Natasha the kit and slipped back out of the room mumbling something about Tony being in his lab and needing to make sure he didn’t meddle with his notes.

Wanda nodded and thanked Bruce as Nat began to stitch up the wound. She had just put in the last stitch and tied it off when your eyes finally blinked and opened.

“Hey there Y/n/n” Wanda said brushing a hand over your cheek.

“Wha-“ you said trying to sit up, catching both girls by surprise you suddenly cried out at the movement jostling the stitches. A strong hand pushed you back into Wanda’s lap as Nat shook her head and removed her hand.

“None of that. You stay right there until i say so. That was pretty deep Y/n. You should have come to me earlier; it was almost too late to give you stitches outside of an operating room based off how long it was open and exposed. Risking infection.” She said and you mumbled an apology.

“It's ok darling just don’t do it again.” She said and rubbed your arm. “Right Wanda and I will take you to your room, where you will do nothing but rest until i deem you ready to leave your bed. Got it?” She said and you nodded. “Alright let's go.” Natasha carefully lifted you from Wanda lap with her arms under your knees and back to carry you.

Wanda trailed along beside you and soon they laid you in your bed before Wanda went to get some more pain medicine and Natasha laid down on the bed beside you softly stroking patterns on the small of you back to sooth you.

After taking the meds you fell asleep between the two women absolutely exhausted.

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sasuga-whump · 27 days

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Whump List: おっさんずラブ-リターンズ・Ossan's Love Returns (2024)

Genre: BL, romance, comedy, quirky male lead

Whump themes: blood and injury, passing out

Summary: Haruta and Maki have started living together as newlyweds. However, work and housework become too much for the couple, so they try housekeeping services to make their domestic life easier. But the person who appears at the door turns out to be the retired Kurosawa! Will the love triangle between them happen again?

Whumpees:

和泉・Izumi

Ep 1:

Found collapsed on the ground, concern for him, bleeding from his abdomen, barely conscious, "I'm fine...", caretaker finds him, carried bridal style

Ep 2:

friend concerned for him, holding his wound, "I'm fine now", breathing heavily and crying out, clutching his wound ... flinching and holding his wound ... found collapsed with a shoulder wound, bleeding, "don't call an ambulance"

Ep 3:

cont'd from prev ep... [minor flashback to Izumi collapsing], caretaker helps him to stand, shoulder carried, concerned friend ... at a loved one's grave sombre and contemplative ... caretaker concerned for him, "I'm okay", shoulder pain, flinches

Ep 4:

sad, huddled in a ball on the floor, reliving upsetting memories ... traumatic past reveal, revealed his past lover died in front of him, feeling guilty ... sleeping, taken care of

Ep 5:

sneezing, "I think I caught a cold", forehead checked for fever by friend, feverish, concerned friend ... sneezing, cold and shivering ... sneezing, concern for him

Ep 7:

concerned for Kiku, flashbacks to past lover dying, emotional, calling for Kiku

Ep 9.2 (special ep):

[flashback] using himself as a human shield, shot, gasping, worried caretaker, bleeding, caretaker trying to stop the blood, heavy breathing, semi conscious

菊之助・Kiku

Ep 5:

dejected ... drunk, emotional outburst, feeling guilty, crying, comforted

Ep 7:

in an ambulance, unconscious on a stretcher, rushed into emergency room, bloody shoulder wound, concerned caretaker ... on the rooftop with an IV bag and arm sling, "it was just a scratch", wincing

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whump-about-it · 1 year

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Sponge bath/ Infection/ “Lets get you cleaned up”

@whumpril day 22

CW: infections, passing out, mild hallucinations, fever.

The room seemed to be wavering around Whumpee. The floor kept shifting and tilting at odd angles, and the walls didn’t appear to be shifting with it. Instead they kept elongating and shrinking at random intervals. Whumpee couldn’t look at anything straight on or else the constant movement of the room was going to make them nauseous. When they tried to take a step they stumbled on the moving floor and had to grab onto the chair next to them to keep their knees from buckling.

Their mouth was dry, and their ears were beginning to ring. Whumpee tried to grip the chair harder to ground themselves. Get a control on their body and the shaking room. They knew they should know what was going on, but their brain was moving so sluggishly they couldn’t think of what had happened.

“Whumpee?” A voice broke through the ringing in Whumpee’s ears, and they could feel someone putting a hand on their shoulder. Whumpee turned towards the voice, and the hand, and managed to focus on Caretaker’s concerned face for a split second before it began to twist and contort like they were a painting someone was smudging over.

It was all to much for Whumpee’s brain, and their world quickly faded to grey, and then to black.

“Catch me” they slurred as their body went boneless. The last thing they remembered before they totally blacked out was Caretaker swearing as they tried to pull Whumpee into their arms before they hit the floor.

The next thing Whumpee remembered, they were coming to propped up in someone’s bed. Their head was screaming, and their skin itched and ached. They felt like a clay pot cracking and preparing to fall apart in desert heat. Even so, Whumpee could feel something wet and freezing being pressed to their neck, just below their ear. The feeling disappeared but quickly came back an inch or so away. The sudden cold on their hot and aching skin made Whumpee wince even as their brain told them to stay still.

“It’s just me” Caretaker murmured from somewhere very close to Whumpee. They continued to dab Whumpee’s neck with what they could now distinguish as a sponge for a minute until Whumpee managed enough control over themselves to crack their eyes open.

They were in Caretaker’s room. The lights were out and the curtains were drawn only allowing dim sunlight to filter through. The room was spinning, but it at least was staying proportional now. And Caretaker’s face, mere inches from their own, was only contorting in the usual ways.

Caretaker leaned away when they saw Whumpee’s eyes open and dipped the sponge in a bowl of water sitting on the bedside table. They rang it out and began to dab at the other side of Whumpee’s neck making them wince again. Caretaker’s face was a mixture of concern and displeasure and Whumpee tried not to stare at them and they continued to wipe the sweat off of their face and neck.

“Is this your shirt?” They asked in a raspy voice after a moment. They had just noticed they weren’t in the same clothing they had been in when they passed out.

“You sweat through your own” Caretaker told Whumpee in way of a response. “The cut on your arm has a nasty infection.”

Whumpee glanced guiltily down at their left forearm. It was splayed out next to them on a seperate pillow. Caretaker had removed the bandage, but there was a warm compress over the deep cut Whumpee had been trying to hide.

Right. That’s what had happened. They hadn’t told Caretaker about the injury. They didn’t want them to worry. The infection hadn’t been that bad the last time they had changed the bandage. They had cleaned out the puss and made sure to dry the wound before putting on a new bandage. Had they applied the antiseptic? They couldn’t remember.

“Are you going to give me a lecture?” They rasped, glancing back at Caretaker, who surprisingly gave them a half smile.

“Eventually” They said fondly “When your fever breaks. I want to make sure you remember it.”

Whumpee nodded and instantly regret the movement. They squeezed their eyes shut against the room that was beginning to spin again. Caretaker continued to brush the sponge down Whumpee’s arm while they stroked Whumpee’s sweaty head with their other hand, gently encouraging them to take deep breathes until Whumpee didn’t think they were going to pass out again.

“I’m sorry” Whumpee rasped when they opened their eyes again “I should have told you about the cut.”

“I told you, I’m saving the lecture for later.” Caretaker said. “For now lets get you cleaned up, and then I’m tracking down some antibiotics.”

“Okay” Whumpee mumbled. They shut their eyes again and held as still as they could as Caretaker finished wiping them down with cool water and began to dress their wound, properly this time.

#whump #whumblr #whumpril2023 #whumprilday22 #sponge bath #infection #lets get you cleaned up #fever #passing out #hallucinations #hiding injuries #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker

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just-here-for-the-whump · 7 months

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Supergirl 2x9 Supergirl Lives

#supergirl #winn schott #kara danvers #alex danvers #jeremy jordan #whump #black eye #hiding injuries

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meraki24601 · 7 months

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Pulling Punches

Day 5 of Whumptober! The prompt this time was pinned down.

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Hero refused to pass out. Not in front of Villain. It didn’t matter they had been injured in a fight with New Villain the day before. Villain would kill everyone if they didn’t stop them. It was all a game to Villain. If Hero went down, they’d kill them just for fun. They couldn’t pass out. They wouldn’t pass out.

“You’re pulling your punches, Hero. Why don’t you fight me?” Villain must have been itching for a fight. It had been nearly three weeks since they last attacked. They hadn’t even paused to threaten Hero before throwing a punch as Hero stepped out of the grocery store.

They were fighting with all the strength they had. Other Villain had thrown them down on a pile of rebar. They had been stabbed in the back multiple times, and one completely impaled their stomach. Fortunately, Other Villain thought it had been enough to do Hero in and left. They had lost a lot of blood once they crawled back to Medic for a healing session, but they were still alive. Medic had been able to partially heal their wounds enough for Hero to be able to move through the pain.

An especially quick jab landed a hit where the rebar had punched through Hero’s body. The shock sent Hero down to their knees. “You’re a fool, Villain. I would never risk the lives of civilians like that. Come on. Let’s go!”

Hero’s skull slammed into the concrete below them. Villain’s hand completely engulfed Hero’s face as they pressed down. “You’re right. You never give anything but 100% in our fights. What are you hiding?”

Throwing their leg over Villain’s shoulder, Hero flipped themself and their enemy over, forcing Villain to release their face. Without breaking momentum, Villain continued rolling, pulling Hero over and under them. They grabbed Hero by the wrists, slamming them to the ground above Hero’s head, and pressed their knee into Hero’s stomach.

All strength left Hero’s body as their wound reopened. The only thing they could hear was the sound of their own scream echoing off the surrounding buildings. Darkness caved in before their vision slowly cleared enough to reveal Villain’s furious face inches from their own. “You’re injured. Show me.”

Hero tugged their hands free. “Don’t get distracted.” They took a haphazard swipe at Villain, who easily caught Hero’s wrists in just one of their hands and pushed them back where they were before.

Villain’s free hand reached out of Hero’s sight. “Show me your wounds, Hero. Show me the scars someone else left on your body. I need to know how much they need to suffer before I kill them.

For a brief moment, Hero saw the glint of a knife. The blade descended on them without any other warning. Their shirt crumpled to the ground beneath them, and Hero was exposed. The white bandages wrapped around their stomach in tight, neat coils were now stained with blood. They couldn’t hide from the heat of Villain’s glare.

“I don’t blame you for fighting someone else. I knew you would when I chose you as my rival. Your morals wouldn’t let you walk away from someone in danger or doing wrong.” Instead of unwrapping the bandages, Villain took the knife to them and cut them away. Their hand was surprisingly gentle and careful not to cut the skin beneath. “However, I cannot express my rage that someone would injure you enough to prevent you from fighting me.”

Hero moaned as Villain pulled the bandage away from the wound. “Why would you care? Just take the opportunity and kill me.”

Villain sighed, “It’s not fun if you can’t fight back. This is an exit wound, is it not? Show me the rest.”

When Hero opened their eyes, they had been flipped over and held tightly in Villain’s lap.

“Welcome back.” Villain was finishing wrapping them in new bandages, “This was the work of Other Villain, wasn’t it? They’re the only ones foolish enough to do something like this. Add that to the rumors of Other Villain causing trouble yesterday, and it just makes sense. They should be grateful they didn’t kill you. If you had died at their hand, well, let’s say they should be grateful for the punishment they’re getting instead.”

Darkness fell again as Villain shifted Hero into their arms. “That’s it. Rest now, Hero. Medic did well with what they had. I’ll take care of the rest.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #pinned down #oc #writing #nongraphic blood #hero #villain #medic #hiding injuries #passing out #protective villain

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whumblr · 2 years

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any prompts/ideas on how scars can be revealed but with a defiant whumpee who is now with caretaker but isn’t wanting to share anything that was done to them but caretaker *has* to know so that they can help?? sorry if that’s too specific haha just looking for scar reveal ideas really :)

I'm always a fan of accidental reveals :3 Like

A shirt hitched up when they're taking a nap.

Caretaker walking in on them changing.

A careless motion hitching up a shirt or a sleeve and quickly pulling it down again.

But if Whumpee always refuses and pushes Caretaker away, but Caretaker has to know... Well, why do they have to know? Because if it's dire :3 then it can be done with some drama.

A wound that reopens and Whumpee desperately tries to cover the stain in their shirt.

Or a wound that reopens and Whumpee doesn't notice but Caretaker sure does.

Caretaker lightly taking their arm, wrist, waist, and Whumpee violently flinching away in pain.

Bones that haven't set right, wounds that haven't healed right and Whumpee tries to ignore it all, but one day it will catch up to them.

A lightheaded feeling that makes Whumpee sway and stumble, the 'I'm not feeling so good, no, back off, it'll be fine in a minute'.

Spoiler: it won't be fine in a minute.

That in various gradations, leading ultimately to "the collapse".

And Caretaker finally sees all the scars.

But those are more injury reveal tropes. For actual scar reveals:

Caretaker could take matters into their own hands and force Whumpee to come clean.

Or they're sick of all the 'it's fine really' so the next time Whumpee bites away pain or stumbles, they swoop in and pull up their shirt.

"When were you planning on telling me this?!"

"Will you sit still, I have to treat this before you pass out of blood loss or the wound infects and... oh."

Also fun: Return of the Whumper who sneers in glee at all that's transpired and Caretaker's cluelessness.

"You haven't told them? You really should. Tell them."

Forcing them to take off their shirt and reveal all the scars.

Tieing Whumpee up, cutting their shirt away and Caretaker gasps at the scars. Combined with the "Ohh, they didn't know? Well, now they do."

Whumpee collapsing and Caretaker doesn't know what to do so they take them to hospital and the doctor removes their shirt and.... yeah :)

A Whumpee thinking they're alone, it's super hot so they finally allow themself to take off their baggy hoody. And yeah, they weren't alone.

They're happy to finally wear their favourite shirt again, it gives them a sense of calm, of finally being home again. What they didn't know was that the neck of the shirt plunges just a bit too deep, or their sleeves are just a bit too short.

#whump #whump scenarios #whump tropes #hiding injuries #injury reveal #caretaker #worried caretaker #whumplr #angst #defiant whumpee #my writing

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 7 months

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Thank you to all you lovely people for voting! My plot bunnies are being properly directed now.

Jamie hiding an injury while Zava is there won by a landslide. Jamie takes a minor tumble during the West Ham match (also me trying to explain why there’s no footage of him in the 2nd half other than walking out of the tunnel) and Ted keeps him out as a precaution since it’s the Wild Fucking West out there.

But ruh roh he is actually injured and then of course hides it so he doesn’t lose any more ground to Zava. Here’s a small token of my appreciation:

It’s nothing Jamie couldn’t play through though, hasn’t played through. His two red-carded teammates, in varying levels of pissed off greet him in the changing room. Greet is a strong word. Bumbercatch is pacing and Van Damme has his head in his hands. Richard joins the trio shortly, yelling what Jamie can only assume are profanities in French. The four are left alone like a group of Snow White’s rejected dwarves: Injured, Baldy, Scrappy, and French.

#ted lasso #poll results #fic snippet #fuck now I have to think of a title #whumptober #wip stuff #temporary title is zava sucks #hiding injuries #ted lasso fanfic #ao3

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go-whump-in-the-night · 7 days

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a character who's so afraid of looking weak that they downplay their own injuries with everything they've got. their friends think they're fine until they see them sway on their feet, or hiss in that sharp breath of air as they move wrong. and only when confronted do they tell the others about how badly hurt they are, and show them the bandages under their clothes...

#whump #whump prompt #whump tropes #pain #hiding injuries #concern

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i-write-whump · 2 years

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When the whumpee hurts their leg, but they don't want to worry their teammates or deal with proper medical care, so they decide not to say anything. The whumpee trying to hide the fact that they’re limping from their teammates, but getting caught after only a few hours, and their teammates making them tell them what happened. The whumpee admitting that they got hurt and didn't say anything, and their teammates asking why. The whumpee admitting that they didn't want to worry them, and their teammates pointing out that they’re going to worry more if the whumpee hides this kind of thing. The whumpee begrudgingly admitting that that makes sense, and their teammates making them get medical care.

#whump #whump prompt #prompt #writing prompt #leg injury #worried teammates #hiding injuries #whumpee is bad at taking care of themself

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whump-queen · 2 years

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Wei Wuxian gets branded 💕

and immediately hides his own injuries to help Lan Wangji

Mo Dao ZU Shi - Episode 9

Part 2 is up!

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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Hi lovely, i hope you got some sleep.

I've got request it can be WandaNat or Weems.

So R hates being a problem so every time when she is sick or don't understand something she instead of asking for help try to handle it alone. When she gets hurt (at mission or because of some students idk) it is awkward for her to ask for help. Because of how long she keep the wound hiden she got fever and she act like a child.

Also can i be a ✨ on anon list?

Attack of the pot plant

Pairings: Ms Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 2.1K

Summary: You hide an injury and it turns out badly for you. Luckily Ms Thornhill cares for you.

TW: injury, blood, infection, fever, hiding injuries

A/n I hope you like it, I think this is what the request asked for :) if its not feel free to submit another request, keep them coming I love your ideas guys. Also whoever made this request is ✨ anon on the anon list. I know i had another request for that anon emoji but this request was in before them so…. Unless its the same person who requested both times. Idk. Basically whoever made this request is ✨ anon.

You had botany last, and everything had been going great, almost too well in fact. At least, it had been going great.

But you see that’s the thing, nothing ever seemed to go well for Y/n for long periods of time.

In fact, you always managed to get injured and as a result you had taken to caring for yourself. You kept a first aid kit in your dorm for all the times you had patched yourself up. It would have been borderline embarrassing if you had to turn up to the infirmary each time you got injured, because you would probably end up being there every day.

All it had taken was your mother making jokes about being a frequent flier at the nurse's office at your last school before you swore off nurses all together. From then on you decided not to burden anyone with your clumsiness, it was fair to say you became quite proficient in all things first aid after that. From bandaging to butterfly stitches. …

As mentioned, botany had been going well … until someone dropped a pot and it shattered.

Normally that was fine, there were plenty of other plants and pots. except this time the broken pot, upon impact with the floor, had thrown a sharp shard of ceramic that had cut your arm. It had managed to slice a long and nasty cut down your forearm, about almost 10cm long. It looked bad.

you felt stupid, if Ms Thornhill noticed she would probably escort you down to the nurse herself. you did not want to cause her any more problems than she already had, so you grabbed your blazer and slid it on. wincing as it rubbed against the cut which was bleeding a lot more now. you needed to get out of here and bandage it. you had first aid supplies in your dorm you could use.

“Um… Ms Thornhill?” you said.

“Yes honey?” she asked from the floor where she was sweeping up the dirt from the broken plant.

“Can i go back to my dorm really fast i forgot my textbook.” you said praying it would work.

“Sure, make sure you come straight back though.” she said not looking up.

“Thanks Ms.” you grinned.

you had to be quick. you raced through the halls until you arrived outside your dorm. going inside you found the kit fairly quickly. pulling out a roll of clean white bandages.

you looked down to find your sleeve had a dark patch from where the blood was seeping through. cursing softly, you pulled the sleeve up and held some gauze against the wound before wrapping the bandage around. starting at your elbow you wrapped it tightly all the way down to your wrist, but not tight enough to cut off any circulation. tucking the end back into the bandage’s earlier loop, you cleaned up the packaging and quickly rushed back to the classroom.

It didn’t hurt too bad, you had a pretty high pain tolerance, so you didn’t need any pain medicine not that you would for something as simple as a cut.

Walking back into the classroom Ms Thornhill was standing back up, having finished cleaning up the mess as she didn’t want anyone to cut themselves on the sharp clay pot. Too late. You went back and sat down at your desk, missing the look you got from the teacher as you pulled out your textbook from your bag where it had been the whole time.

The rest of the lesson was pretty average, you listened to her talk about plant phenotypes and leaf shapes. She had the class do some drawings of plants and then identify the one the person next to you had drawn as a fun activity at the end. After what felt like no time at all you were dismissed so you packed up your books and left.

That afternoon you had free so you planned to do some study in the library, but you knew you should probably change the bandages first. You had glimpsed it seeping through during botany when your sleeve rode up a bit.

After getting back to your dorm you sat on the bed and pulled out the first aid kit again. Just as you pulled your sleeve down the door opened.

“Damn dude what did you do?” Yoko asked coming in and shutting the door, dropping her backpack by her desk and sliding onto her bed. She sat cross legged and watched, motioning for you to continue what you were doing.

“Um… nothing really. Just a pot smashed in botany, and I copped a piece of it to the arm.” You said trying to play it off. Yoko looked at the bloodied bandage you were unwinding.

“Um … that really doesn’t look good… like … at all.” She said.

“I’ll be fine, nothing i can’t handle myself.”

“You should probably go to the nurse y/n”

“So, she can do what? Re-bandage it? That’s what I’m doing.” You said and Yoko huffed before rolling her eyes.

“Whatever.” And with that she rolled over and pulled out her phone scrolling through the latest update on Enid’s blog.

You were glad she had turned away because the cut wasn’t looking any better. If anything, it looked way worse. The skin was raised and red, looking angry and it hurt to the touch as you tried to clean up some of the blood. If it didn’t get better soon you may have to go to the nurse after all.

You cleaned it up with some wet gauze and saline before rewrapping it and slipping on a hoodie.

“Wanna go to the library with me?” You asked Yoko who agreed. You both needed to study anyway so why not together.

After getting to the library, you placed a hand over your arm to feel the cut. It still really hurt, and it felt kind of warm to the touch. Mentally you thought about what that could mean but nothing really came to mind. Shrugging it off you sat down and pulled out a thick botany textbook.

Over half an hour into your study you heard the library doors open and you and Yoko looked up from where you had been quizzing each other on plant species names, the genus and the phylum. Ms Thornhill entered the library and walked over to the gardening section of the library, thumbing through some of the thicker books looking for anything she should put into her lesson plan. After a bit she pulled out two of the thicker books and placed them in her bag before she caught sight of you and Yoko. She smiled and you waved as she began to come over.

Over the past fifteen minutes the library had been feeling abnormally warm, you were tempted to take off your hoodie but that meant your bandages would show and you didn’t want to bother the nurse who had probably already gone home for the day by now.

Ms Thornhill drew closer, a small frown on her face now as she came to stand next to you.

“Are you ok y/n?” She asked and you nodded, “you look a bit flushed honey.” She said and before you could dart away, she pressed the back of her hand to your cheek her eyes widening. “Sweetheart you're burning up!” She exclaimed. Yoko watched and frowned.

“Dammit Y/n you probably have an infection you dumbass.” Yoko said and Ms Thornhill frowned.

“What is she talking about Y/n?” The botanist asked and you fidgeted with your sleeve. “Right, now we need to get you out of that hoodie. It can’t be helping your fever.” She said and reached for the sleeve. You huffed and pulled away, frowning.

“Nooo.” You whined like a child, and she raised a brow.

“Are you not wearing anything underneath?” She asked and you shook your head. If your cheeks weren’t flushed before they were now. “Then the hoodie comes off. No ifs or buts.” She said and this time she managed to get ahold of the hem before she hiked it up.

“Arms up.” She said and you reluctantly followed her instructions. When your hoodie was off, she folded it and looked up. Her eyes catching on the bandages and widening comically.

“Y/n, please tell me you saw the nurse for that cut.” She said sounding a bit scared.

“No, she didn’t.” Yoko said and you glared at her. She simply shrugged. “What it’s true.” She said.

“Come on y/n. We’re going to the infirmary. Right. Now.” Ms Thornhill said.

“Im fine.”

“Darling we both know thats not true.” She said softly.

“Seriously Y/n get your ass to the infirmary.” Yoko said.

“Finnneeee.” You said in a defeated tone.

“Good, come on honey.” Ms Thornhill said, pulling you to your feet. You swayed for a second and she was quick to put her hands on your shoulders to stabilise you. “Alright, let's go.” She said and kept one arm around your shoulder for the whole trip to the nurse's office.

Once you arrived, she pointed to one of the spare beds with a stern look on her face that left no room for arguments.

“Sit.” She commanded and you sat.

Glancing at you one more time she went into the nurse's office and grabbed her. Nurse Peterson was probably one of the sweetest nurses, so you were glad she was on shift today, her personality much like Ms Thornhill’s usually bubbly persona. Both came back out after Ms Thornhill explained the situation.

The nurse came over and Ms Thornhill sat in a plastic chair nearby watching closely.

She began by unwrapping the bandages and letting out a small huff as she saw the cut. It looked angry and red.

“Y/n I’m not going to tell you off, but you do need to ask for help when you need it honey.” Ms Thornhill said, “or I’m going to bring you in for checkups myself to make sure you're not hiding things like this in future.” She said and you knew she meant it. You nodded and let out a small hiss as the nurse applied some antibiotic cream that stung.

“Sorry love. It’ll just sting for a minute.” The nurse said already holding gauze over it and starting to re-bandage it.

“For whats its worth you bandage like a medical professional.” She said and you smiled and let out a small hum.

“It comes from practise.” You said with a grin and Ms Thornhill raised an eyebrow.

“We will be talking about that later Ms L/n” she said, and you let out a huff.

After the nurse finished, she reached over and grabbed the thermometer. Sticking it in your ear and humming as it beeped.

“Not too high, but i will give you some paracetamol to bring it down.” She said popping out two tablets and handing them to you. You thanked her and took them.

“No water?” The nurse said and you shrugged.

“What can I say, I’m a pro.” You grinned and Ms Thornhill didn’t know whether to laugh or scold you. So, she settled for a halfhearted glare which only made you laugh.

“Alright you should be all good to go. I recommend you return to your dorm. And Ms Thornhill, as her dorm mother, I recommend checking on her just to make sure her fever goes down. Other than that, your free to leave.”

“Thank you, Nurse Peterson.” Ms Thornhill said getting up and walking over to you. You thanked the nurse and let Ms Thornhill pull you up. She held your hand as she walked you back to your dorm. It made your cheeks flush as you felt like a small child being led around.

When you got back and opened the door Yoko was laid on her bed reading, and Ms Thornhill came in after you. She handed you a pair of Pjs.

“Change.” She said “and then its bed for you. I’ll come around with dinner for you later.” Her face left no room for arguments. You took the clothes and changed. Coming back out she peeled down the sheets and patted the spot on the bed. After you reluctantly came over and laid down, she pulled the sheets up, tucking them in around you.

“Ms Thornhill.” You said blushing but she ignored you.

“This is what happens when you don’t ask for help. You no longer get a say.” She said and pressed her hand to your cheek.

“How are you feeling now? Better?” She said and you buried your face in your hands.

“Im fine.” And with that she softened.

“Alright.” She said softly. “Yoko, can you let me know if she needs anything.”

“Sure.” Yoko said not looking up.

“Stay in bed. I’ll be around later to check on you with dinner. Now sleep.” She said and tucked your hair behind you ear, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and leaving.

Sleep came relatively easily for once as you melted at the affection being shown towards you.

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Rain's LU Febuwhump: Day 7

Suffering in Silence: Hyrule

Warnings: Broken ribs, difficulty breathing, hiding injuries

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Hyrule was the healer of the group. The medic. He took care of everyone whenever they got hurt. When ever they needed it. Always.

And yeah, sometimes Hyrule might accidentally forget about some minor injuries. No biggie. As long as his brothers were ok, that was all that mattered.

The fight that day wasn’t different to any other one. It was going well at least, until a lucky boko managed catch Hyrule off guard and give him a good wack with its club.

“Hyrule!”

Huh. That was Legend. He was standing in front of where Hyrule lay dazed on the ground, shoving his sword through the boko’s stomach. The monster gave a questioning grunt before disappearing in a dark cloud.

“You right ‘Rulie?” Legend asked.

Hyrule nodded and stood, trying to ignore the world spinning around him.

“Is everyone else ok?”

“A couple scrapes, nothing to bad. You sure your good?”

Hyrule forced a smile. His chest was a bit sore, but he’d check it out later. The others were his number one priority.

A bit a healing magic and some potions later, everyone was back on their feet.

“We’ll set up camp over there.” Someone said. It sounded like they were speaking through water. Was that Time talking?

“‘Rule?” Wild asked?

“Hm?” When had Wild gotten there?

“Your looking a bit pale. Are you ok?”

Hyrule waved him off. “I’m fine. Come on, we’re lagging behind.”

Wild grinned. “Race you.” He said, before taking off towards the rest of the chain.

Well shit.

Hyrule raced after him, gritting his teeth at the gritty sensation in his chest. It burned when he breathed, but he would be fine as soon as they got to camp.

He wasn’t fine. Breathing felt like agony, and he hid his coughs as they tried to crawl up his throat.

“Going to the loo!” He chimed, before limping off towards the trees. No one spared him a second glance.

One he was out of sight of the camp, Hyrule eased his shirt up to look at his chest. It was already bruised pretty badly, and felt tender when he touched his fingers to it.

A red potion should heal it fine.

…double shit.

Hyrule had forgotten to bring a red potion with him.

Maybe he could just use his magic to heal himself? It would be a bit different to healing someone else but it would be fine, right?

Nopenopenopegobackreversebackundo.

Ow.

Hyrule sucked in a breath, which in turn made the burning in his chest flare up again. The others would be wondering where he was soon, so he should probably head back to camp.

His injuries decided against that. When he tried to stand, his ribs protested, making sure that he definitely knew they were there. It was harder to breathe now too. If Hyrule had to describe it, it felt like a moblin was sitting on his chest. A very heavy one.

Trying to breathe made the pain spike again. He’d get up in a second. Maybe two. He’d get up…

“Hey, has anyone seen where Hyrule went?” Wind asked.

“I think he went to piss.” Legend replied, not looking up from where he was cleaning his sword.

Wild looked over, brow furrowed. “Wasn’t that half an hour ago?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

“Wind, Sky, Wild. Stay here and make sure no monsters stumble upon the camp. The rest of us will go look for him.”

Hyrule opened his eyes blearily.

“Thank the goddess’s we found you.”

“Twi?” He mumbled.

“You absolute idiot! Why were you hiding injuries from us?!”

Ah, that was definitely Legend.

“Come on kid,” Time said, carefully lifting the younger hero. “Let’s get you back to camp.”

“And don’t ever hide injuries like that from us again you ass!”

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #hyrule #lu hyrule #suffering in silence #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday7 #hiding injuries #broken ribs #difficulty breathing #Rain's LU Febuwhump

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sasuga-whump · 27 days

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Ossan's Love Returns - episode 1

Izumi is injured

Find the full whump list for this drama here

(apologies for the poor quality)

#whump #whump blog #whump community #japanese whump #jwhump #japanese drama #whump gifs #asian whump #blood loss #bleeding #bleeding through clothes #concerned friend #hiding injuries #hiding an injury #blood and injury #collapse

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whump-about-it · 1 year

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Smoke/Shared Clothing/ Bloodstains

@whumpril day23 (a little late)

CW: blood, smoking, conditioned whumpee, aggressive caretaking, clueless caretaker, hidden injuries, mentions of vomiting (no details).

When Friend walked into Caretaker’s apartment they were neither surprised to see Whumpee there, nor that they were wearing Caretaker’s clothing.

Whumpee had been oscillating between Friend and Caretaker’s couches since Whumper had finally agreed to leave them alone. Considering Whumpee had not been at Friend's that morning they were honestly relieved to find them at Caretaker’s. As for the clothing, Whumpee had recently taken up the habit of wearing Caretaker’s sweaters and t-shirts. They probably would have worn Friend’s too, except Friend hadn’t been fond of the clothes sharing the one time Whumpee had tried it. Caretaker apparently didn’t mind because these days Whumpee seemed to be wearing their clothes more than their own. Caretaker was closer to Whumpee’s size anyway, so though Whumpee was swimming in their clothing, they weren’t drowning in them like they had been with Friend's.

What did surprise Friend was that Whumpee was smoking.

They were leaning out the open kitchen window, one of Caretaker’s sweatshirts rolled up to their elbows, with a small tendril of smoke rising from the half spent cigarette between their fingers. They turned to look at Friend when they walked in the door. Their face was pale with dark circles under there eyes and they gave Friend a half smile in way of a welcome before turning back to the view out the window. Taking another drag from their cigarette.

“I thought you quit.” Friend tried not to make the statement sound accusatory. They’d been the one who got Whumpee hooked on smoking in the first place after all. Years ago, before any of them could imagine what the future would bring. Caretaker had hounded them both for the smoking until it eventually got the better of Friend. Whumpee had taken longer though. It had only been in the last couple of months, again since Whumper agreed to leave them alone, that they’d given the habit up.

“It’s been a long night” Whumpee shrugged and stubbed out the cigarette on the windowsill.

Friend nodded and went to join them at the window. They had been tipped off that something was wrong when Caretaker had called in sick to work the day before. The one time Caretaker had answered their texts they had said they thought they might have food poisoning and not to worry. That morning though, when Caretaker had called in sick to work again, and Whumpee wasn't around like Friend would have expected them to be if Caretaker was ill, they figured they should probably check in.

"How is Caretaker?"

"They've been better" The statement didn't mean much coming from Whumpee. They had always been the monarch of understatements. Friend could distinctly remember a time when they had described a cut that had required stitches and a blood transfusion as nothing more than a 'scratch'. They had also tried convincing Caretaker and Friend that it had come from falling in the shower, but that was a whole different issue.

"They're sleeping now," Whumpee explained "But they were up half the night vomiting and the other half hallucinating. They thought I was their uncle at one point, which I didn't even know they had any."

"That doesn't sound like food poisoning"

Whumpee shook their head.

"I think its the flu, but if there's no blood involved I'm really at a loss with medical stuff."

Friend swallowed and tried not to think about those years when they and Caretaker had been out of contact with Whumpee. All those injuries Whumpee had had to treat on their own in the dark closet of a room Whumper had kept them in. Caretaker knew more of the details than Friend did. And though Friend would have been there to listen if Whumpee wanted to tell them, they didn't envy Caretaker being the one Whumpee had turned too with that information.

"You should call me next time" Friend didn't know anything about treating the flu either, but they and Whumpee could have at least muddled through together. Whumpee shook there head though, stiffling a yawn as they did.

"You have a job. Anyway, I figure it's pay back for all the times the two of you were there for me when I couldn't get up off the floor."

Friend sighed and put a reassuring hand on Whumpee’s back. Despite the light touch Whumpee’s whole body tensed and Friend remembered a second to late that they didn’t like being touched anymore.

“Sorry” They removed their hand and Whumpee leaned more heavily on the windowsill, working to even out their breathing. It was a more dramatic reaction than they’d had in a while, but they also looked ready to collapse with how tired they were, so Friend didn’t think much of it.

“I was going to say that you don’t owe us anything, Whumpee.”

Caretaker had always done more peeling Whumpee off the floor than Friend had. But Friend was sure they felt the same way. Caretaker was the kind of person who would give you the shirt off their back (clearly, as Whumpee was already wearing it).

Whumpee pursed their lips and nodded in a way that Friend knew meant they didn’t believe them. That could be a conversation for another time though. Whumpee really did look awful and now that Friend was thinking about it, if Caretaker had come down with something contagious, Whumpee could very well be catching it.

“Why don’t you get some rest” Friend nodded towards the couch behind them in the living room. “I’m gonna go check on Caretaker.”

“Sure” Whumpee murmured. “Just want another smoke first.”

Friend knew they probably should have said something about that. But they really had no ground to stand on so they let it go and turned away from Whumpee towards the hall where Caretaker’s bedroom was. A split second later though they turned back.

Something had caught their eye.

The spot on Caretaker’s sweatshirt where Friend had accidentally touched Whumpee was sticking to their back in almost a perfect outline of their hand. Not only that but the spot where the heel of their hand would have been now had an odd brown stain against the green of the fabric.

Friend swallowed thickly, a familiar panic and confusion curling in their stomach.

“Whumpee?” They asked “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

Whumpee turned to look at them. Pasting an expression of confusion on their face as they did. Looking at them directly for the first time Friend could see that Whumpee wasn’t just pale. They were colorless. And their dark eyes were blood shot and red rimmed from crying.

Friend could feel bile rising in their throat. Without much thinking they stepped forward and grabbed Whumpee by their elbow, forcing them to turn back towards the window. Caretaker would have been gentler. They would have had Whumpee sit down and coaxed the truth out of them with calm words and reassurances. But Friend wasn't Caretaker.

Their ears were ringing as they pulled up the hem of Caretaker's sweatshirt. Whumpee was wearing a black t-shirt underneath it, but Friend could see dark red, still moist stains at the waist band of their grey sweatpants.

Whumpee let out a yelp of protest, but didn't resist as Friend grabbed at the t-shirt. They only pulled it up as far as they needed to confirm what they were fearing. The few inches of visible skin on Whumpee's lower back were covered with bruises, welts, and weeping cuts, overlapping the already intricate map of healed scars.

"Whumpee. What did you do?" Friend at the very least managed to keep their voice a stern calm. Whumpee was beginning to shake under Friend's grasp. They were leaning heavily on the windowsill, gripping it with white knuckles. Friend suddenly felt the need to hold onto Whumpee and let go of their clothing, instead grabbing them by their elbows again.

"Caretaker had a fever of 104" Whumpee answered. Their voice was shaking as much as their body. "They needed medicine. I didn't know where else to go."

Friend had the ware-with-all to pull Whumpee's weight towards themselves, right before their knees buckled and the two of them collapsed to the floor, gripping each other as Whumpee let out a sudden sob of pain.

"You call me, Whumpee" Friend insisted, gathering Whumpee against them trying to avoid aggravating God knows what injuries they had. "You should have called me. Not Whumper. You never have to see them again."

Whumpee began to sob harder.

"I just wanted to help" they moaned "I wanted to be useful for once. You guys were never supposed to find out."

Friend's heart broke. They pulled Whumpee's head into their chest and began to stroke their hair. They suddenly regret their anger and how aggressive they had been.

"You were helping. You are useful. You didn't have to go to Whumper for that. Being here for Caretaker is enough. They appreciate it, I promise you. They'll tell you when they're feeling better."

Whumpee began to sob even harder at Friend's words. Friend kissed them on the top of their head and continued to stroke their hair until they had calmed a little. It didn't take long. Even at their worst, Whumpee had never been much of a crier.

"Was this the first time you've contacted them?" Friend asked when they thought Whumpee was able to answer.

"Yea" Whumpee nodded against Friend's chest. Friend breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you didn't make any deals with them did you?"

"Just for the medicine."

"And all they wanted was to hurt you one last time?"

Whumpee let out a single sob as a response and Friend kissed them on the head again.

"Have you cleaned yourself up yet?"

Whumpee shook their head against Friend's chest.

"Tried," They mumbled. "Can't reach"

"Alright. Do you think you can stand? If you can get to the table I can clean you up. You'll probably have to talk me through it though."

Whumpee lifted their head from Friend's chest and looked at them with watery eyes.

"I think I'll need help getting up" They admit sheepishly. "Someone should check on Caretaker. It's almost time for them to take the medicine again."

"Don't worry. I'll check up on Caretaker." Friend reassured them as they helped Whumpee up off the ground. "I'll grab you a change of clothing too. There's too much blood on these."

Whumpee nodded and let Friend lead them to the kitchen table.

#whump #whump drabble #whumblr #whumpril2023 #whumprilday23 #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee x friend #sick caretaker #injured #hiding injuries #sharing clothes #bloodstains #smoke #recovering whumpee

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