#medic caretaker

[i-eat-worlds]

A&F Platontic Omegaverse AU

This idea manifested after a rather late night for me, and refused to leave until I wrote it. I’d be open to writing more, so if you enjoyed it, please do share.

Content: A/B/O dynamics, non-graphic medical neglect, recent past violence, medical whump, made up omegaverse medical BS that I took way to seriously, minor injuries, medic caretaker(s), and graphic depictions of anaphylaxis and allergic reactions

Eric turned out of the Wendy’s parking lot, grabbing several fries and shoveling them into his mouth. Next to him, Joseph was slurping on a chocolate frosty. He flicked on the turn signal, pulling into the left lane, when a call came in.

“It’s for us. 5067 Prince Street, apartment 134. Female omega in unpartnered heat. Neighbor called it in, said she smells sick and scared,” Joseph read from the screen.

Eric turned in the direction of the call, flipping on the lights and sirens. The sea of other vehicles parted as he accelerated down the street, speeding towards the newer apartment blocks that rose several blocks over.

“Can you get a blocker ready for me?” He asked, taking another left onto Prince Street. Joseph hummed, peeling the back o of his and pressing it onto the back of his neck over his scent glands. “Sure.”

The Prince street apartments were a newer development, meant to house the ever growing population of college students who needed a place to live. Since it was early afternoon, there was plenty of space. They grabbed the stretcher, bags piled on top of it, and headed towards the building.

It was easy to tell that the apartment number they’d been given was the right one. They could smell it from several meters away in the hallway, thick and pungent, rancid enough to make you gag if you weren’t used to it.

Hand in a fist, Joseph knocked on the door. “OEMS! We got a call for an omega in heat?”

There was a beat of silence, and the scent grew more potent. Joseph’s stomach twisted. Still no response. Behind him, Eric held up the key that had been hidden under the mat. He waited for another beat. “We’re going to come in.”

The smell was nearly overpowering as they cracked the door open. Between the apartment’s size and its sparse furnishing, it did not take long for them to locate their patient.

She was in the bathroom, half dressed and curled up on the threadbare bath mat. One eye was puy and swollen, well on its way to becoming a black eye, while the other was brimming with tears. Her mouth was hanging open, hands shaking. When she saw both of them enter the room, she inched back, a scared yelp falling out of her lips.

Joseph knelt down in front of her. “I’m Joseph, and that’s my partner Eric. What’s your name?”

“Alex.” She cringed over in pain as a cramp rolled through her.

“How are you feeling right now, Alex?” Her breaths were fast and shallow.

“Cramps are really bad, feel hot, and I’m really tired. It’s like a heat but worse.” The tears had started to dry, but she was still obviously shaken.

“I…I have a care worker but he…he…he left,” she sobbed.” He left me. He was here to give me my dose of suppressants and I was in heat so he couldn’t because I guess they stopped working for some reason…” She trailed off, trying to hold off tears.

“You’re okay, breathe for me,” he comforted. Her pulse was rabbit quick, and her skin was sweaty and warm. Behind him, Eric cracked open an oxygen tank.

“He said he didn’t want to deal with it-” She prodded at her bruised eye. “I threatened to report it and he hit me. I don’t know what to do.” Another cramp cut her off.

“We’re going to take care of you, alright?” He smiled at her, concealing the flash of anger that flared inside of them. “Do you know which suppressants you take?”

Eric looped that mask around her head. “Metip…Mecip…I don’t know how to pronounce it?”

“Mecipromide?” That was one of the more potent suppressants, and older too. It had mostly been replaced by now.

She nodded. “I don’t know how much. He alway did it.”

“Alright. Breakthrough heats aren’t rare with that. Do you take any other medications?”

She shook her head, whimpering in pain again.

“I’m going to feel your glands now, tell me if it hurts.” He reached back around to her neck, fingers pressing into the warm and swollen glands.

“Ow.” She flinched away again.

“Now for your armpits, sorry if it tickles.” They were enlarged as well.

“Czerniaks and axillaries are inflamed,” he reported to Eric before turning his attention back to Alex. “When was your last heat?”

“Three, maybe four years ago? I was eighteen or nineteen.” Her voice was shaky, fear still rolling off her.

“Aright.” That was a pretty long time to be on Mecipromide for. “Is it just your eye that’s hurt, or did you get hit in other places?”

“Just my eye.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” He put up two fingers.

“Two.”

“Good.” He shifted back. “Is your vision blurry? Any dark spots?” She shook her head. “Do you remember getting hit?”

A quiet “yeah.”

“Good. Any dizziness, nausea, or head ache?” Her breathing had slowed, and she seemed to be calming.

“We’re gonna get you on the stretcher and to the hospital now, alright?”

She nodded, leaning closer towards him. “Thank you.” Slowly, she pushed up to standing, using the counter to steady herself. The stretcher was outside the door, only a few steps, but she faltered, stumbling forward.

Joseph immediately reached an arm out, catching her before she could hit the ground. She yelped, and her eyes went wide as her body ung itself around him and latched on tight. Her legs became Jello, and he was the only thing holding her up.

It was textbook erstratory comfort seeking behavior. He’d seen it plenty of times, at least once or twice a week, while working for OEMS, but Alex seemed more surprised by it. She immediately tried to pull away, but her body didn’t let her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her head pushing into the crook of his neck.

The scent blockers prevented her from smelling what she was looking for, as did the fact that he was a beta. “It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Her scent had changed, less bitter, more relaxed, but still worried. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.” Another cramp tore through her, and he had to support even more of her weight.

“You’re alright. I’ll help you over to the stretcher and we’ll see if you can let go then.” He kept his arms wrapped around her, mainly to keep her upright, but also because the touch was obviously soothing for her.

She groaned, nuzzling in closer as he helped her out of the bathroom. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay. It’s normal.” He slowly let her down on the edge of the stretcher. “Do you think you can let go now?”

There was a tearful “no,” as she pressed into him.

“Alright.” He was quiet for a second. “I’m going to scoot you all the back to the crease, and then Eric’s gonna help you let go.”

“Thanks.” Unconsciously, she squeezed him tighter.

Joseph kept her supported as he moved her up the stretcher, one hand supporting her head and the other holding her back. She muttered something quietly into the crook of his neck. “What was that, Alex?”

“I don’t wanna let go.” Her voice was a little louder this time. “ ‘m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Gently, he let her head down. “There's a cuddle pillow for you in the ambulance. We just gotta get you there, alright?”

“Oh…okay.” She nodded a little.

“Eric’s gonna help you let go, alright?”

Behind him, Eric started to carefully uncouple her hands, peeling her fingers off her wrists. He set them down on the stretcher, and she whimpered trying to push closer. Joseph pulled away, finally breaking contact.

Alex shrunk in on herself, another cramp ripping through her. “It ‘urts.”

“We’ll get you to the hospital, just a little longer,” he said. She reached out, wrapping a hand around the bare skin just above where his glove ended. It was clear her touch needs weren’t being met. Hopefully, the hospital would be able to set her up with a better care worker.

They put the stretcher up and pushed her to the ambulance. The scent had repelled most people, and Joseph was glad they didn’t have an audience. He locked the stretcher in place, taking a seat on her left side.

“I’m gonna get a line in while Eric gets your vitals, then we’ll get you that pillow,” he said. Her hand was still locked around his wrist, and he gently removed it so he could use her hand.

Eric clipped the pulse ox to her finger and wrapped the cuff around her upper arm while Joseph slid a 22 into her hand. She laid there, tensing up as another cramp pumpled her. “Are you allergic to anything?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Not that I know off.”

Eric rattled off her vitals, along with her weight and height, before turning around to dig out the pillow. She was warm, too warm, even for an omega in heat. Her breathing was still fast, along with her heart rate. Between that, the cramps, and the touch hunger, it seemed to be a pretty severe breakthrough estrus.

“Alex, I’m gonna give you some meds to help with your heat, alright?” He unzipped his medication bag as he spoke. “We’ll get on the road after this.”

She nodded, but was more distracted by the cuddle pillow Eric was laying beside her. Immediately, her arms and legs were wrapped around it, and exhaled as she nuzzled her face into it.

“I’m gonna get us up and moving,” Eric said as he peeled his gloves off and dropped them into the bin.

Joseph nodded, and the door closed behind him with a thunk. He quickly drew up the meds, a small dose of a mild suppressant and a synthetic hormone that would help relieve the cramps. “I’m gonna need your hand.”

She groaned, but pulled it off the pillow for him anyway. “Thank you.” He ushed the line and pushed the drugs.

Eric pulled them out of the parking lot, accelerating as he hit the main road. Alex wrapped her hand back around the pillow, curling up tighter. The pillow was helping. Her breathing and pulse had slowed, and her scent was much more relaxed. She still smelled sick, but signicantly less distressed. He made his report to the hospital, listing off the info they would need to know.

A couple minutes later, she started to scratch at her hand, picking at the Tegaderm. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but try to leave it alone. We’re only about five minutes away.”

She stopped messing with it, instead moving up higher and dragging her fingernails up and down her arm. “It itches.”

A pit opened up in his gut. This was going to be a thing now, wasn’t it? Just great. “Can I see?”

He took her arm in her hands, turning it over as he examined it. It was covered in hives. “Alex, you said you weren’t allergic to anything. Did your parents have any allergies?”

“I…uh…I don’t know. They both died when I was pretty young.” The fear had returned to her scent in full force, stinking up the back of the ambulance in the same way only it could.

“Okay. You having any diculty breathing?” Her tongue or face weren’t swollen, but he could hear each inhale and exhale.

She pulled the pillow closer. “A little.”

“I think you’re having a reaction to the meds I gave you,” he said as he drew up a syringe of epinephrine as he watched her. “I’m going to give you something to counteract it.”

Alex didn’t fight it as he took her hand in his so he could push the epi. She started to smell more frantic, her breathing speeding up. After updating the hospital and a brief chat with Eric, the sirens started to wail.

“It feels like there's something in my throat.” She said, eyes flickering around frantically. Her voice was pitched up, stress.

As he spoke, he set up his fluids. “It might take the epi a little bit to kick in. I’ve got you.”

Her expression grew more frantic, and her scent went sour, intensifying to an overpowering level. “It’s hard…It’s hard to breathe.”

“I know, I know.” He went ahead and started prepping an infusion, and upped the amount of oxygen she was receiving. “We’re nearly to the hospital. Is it getting any better?”

The epi should’ve started properly working by now, and they were only a few minutes away from the hospital. He didn’t want to stop and tube her now if he didn’t absolutely have to.

“It’s not getting worse.” She stammered, mouth hanging wide open.

“That’s good. You’re doing great.” The mass of hospital buildings was visible out of the back window. They were inches away from the ER.

She squeezed the pillow tighter, making a distressed keen. Her stats weren’t dropping and her blood pressure was holding steady. It looked like they would make it through the doors with her consciousness.

Eric turned into the parking lot and drove them up the entrance, and they wasted no time getting her into the hospital. He gave report as they transferred her from stretcher to bed, then quickly got out of the way after they weren’t needed anymore.

He’d ignored the odd pull on his heart as they left the building, chalking it up to the absolutely stink-fest the back of his rig was.

It was only ten hours later when his phone rang.

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#worlds babbles #whump #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #medical whump #medic caretaker #tw assault #anaphylaxis #whump writing #this is a little different than normal lol #but it’s fun to write and there’s potential #hope y’all enjoy my brain garbage

[urlocalwhumper]

a severely wounded soldier whumpee barking at a field medic to fuck off and just let them die.

just before going into battle, whumpee had received the news that their spouse back home had passed away from an illness while whumpee was away fighting. and now, wracked with pain, grief, and guilt, whumpee only wants to be with them again.

#whump #whump prompts #military whump #soldier whumpee #character death #grief #death wish #medic caretaker #mine

[jazztag]

A Cure for Solitude

From prompt #47 Tropes: Zombie whumpee, medic caretaker, whump, hurt/confort TW: Blood, mild body horror, bite scars, needles.

He doesn't remember how he got here. To be precise, he doesn't remember anything at all. At some point, he woke up from what felt like a long slumber, and now he finds himself standing motionlessly here.

The first thing he feels isn't fear to have forgotten. Nor curiosity for who he might have been. No, the first thing he feels is hunger. And God, it hurts.

So he starts walking with a purpose. And then he starts noticing other things, much less minor but quite important as well. His left leg lumps, feels limp, and hurts. Oh, every inch of his skin hurts, actually. He grows frustrated with every step he manages to make. He stumbles and loses his balance, and falls hard on the ground. He spays his knees and hands, but when he looks at them closely, he can't seem to see blood on them. There's only pale, white, even purple-toned skin that feels like ice.

He's so cold. And hungry. And suddenly, a delicious smell. Something that grows stronger and makes his mouth drool. And he steps up again and starts dragging his damaged feet towards that appetizing thing that seems to lure him.

The streets are empty. He finds himself entering a yellow and blue building, getting closer and closer to the scent of meat. He is completely alone inside what seems like a department store. And at the end of a corridor, he finally finds what he was hungrily looking for: a piece of red meat scattered on the floor.

And he practically launches himself towards it.

He devours the flesh hungrily, even licking the blood that has leaked from the piece. The hunger calms itself inside him, and finally, contentment seems to flourish inside his entrails.

But before he can get a breath out of it, he feels something fall on him. He finds himself on the floor again and fights to get free from what appears to be a net. It claws at his sensible skin, and it draws purple marks on it. He tries to escape from under it, but stops when he hears a new voice:

"Putting up a little fight, huh? You'll do"

He freezes on the spot. And then his tired gaze makes out a figure, coming out of the shadows. His first instinct is to call for help, but when he tries to, only a low growl escapes his lips.

The figure, a tall man, approaches him. The stranger pins him to the ground with one knee, putting his full weight on him. Then he grabs at one of his arms and lifts it free from the net. Scared, he now sees how the strange man takes a syringe out of one of his pokets and sticks it to his pale forearm.

He feels a strange sensation. It seems like something has been spread inside him. He panics and starts struggling again. And without a second thought, he bites the strange man on his hand, the one holding him down.

The strange man yelps and steps up, getting far from him. He massages his left hand, which now has a visible bite mark. A trail of blood draws from it, but the tall man doesn't look very bothered. He looks back, a growl of disgust in his face.

"This won't work on me," says the stranger; then, like talking to himself this time, he adds, "I'll find a cure. I will."

And before he can even make out any of his features, still laying on the floor and scared, the tall man disappears again into the shadows.

He eventually gets out of the trap. His arm is burning up. He no longer feels cold or hungry. He is now in a lot of pain, radiating from where that needle has been stuck.

And he tries to call for help again. And again, words don't seem to escape his mouth; only growls.

"H-he… Hel…" he manages to say between moans of pain.

He still hasn't figured it out, but he is, indeed, dead.

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[the-baby-storyteller]

If you’re still doing bthb… would you want to do tortured for information and cradling someone in their arms for gen whumpee/caretaker? Maybe even painful wound cleaning thrown in for fun ✨

I am, and I like how you think!

(Fun fact, I didn’t register the gen at first so I wrote this whole thing as romantic.🥲 But then I fixed it so, enjoy!)

BTHB - Tortured for information

“I’m not going to tell you anything!”

A eyed the torturer carefully as they stared off at one another.

“So stubborn.” Torturer tutted, “So foolishly stubborn.”

They circled around their chair, eyeing A calmly.

“You do understand that I won’t take no for an answer?”

A growled and tugged their chest against the ropes holding them to the chair. They glared at the torturer.

“Then you’ll be here for a while.” A remarked.

“Oh, dear,” Torturer said, chuckling, “it’s you who’s going to suffer more from be being here for a while, not me.”

They pulled out a taser.

A stiffened.

Without warning, the torturer jammed the taser into their chest.

Instantly A convulsed, simultaneously not sblr to move at all.

The pain was excruciating. They couldn’t see, couldn’t think. They felt blinded by the pain as they struggled but couldn’t get away. Just when it started getting hard to breathe, it pulled away.

A fell forward as much as they could with their restraints, heaving in breaths and coughing.

“Shall we go again?”

Before they could look up, Torturer thrust the taser to their neck and this time it hurt much more. They screamed, face twisting and tears streaming down their face. Their muscles spasmed and they felt like they were choking.

Torturer didn’t stop this time. They didn’t let A breathe as they came closer, pushing the taser further and further into their neck, never giving them a break for minutes until A was a stiff yet limp, warbling mess under them.

After an interminable number of minutes, Torturer finally pulled back and A’s muscles loosened for a split second before seizing, twitching and convulsing. They gasped trying to gulp in breath but every movement of their throat made their muscles scream.

Torturer moved behind them and grabbed their hair, taking their head back and so painfully straining their sore throat, and they choked.

“Who has the key to the hideout?” Torturer asked coldly.

“I a- already told you-” A stammered, weakly forcing out words.

“I know,” the torturer narrowed their eyes, “you were lying. Now tell me.”

“Who knows how to get in to our base.” They pulled A’s hair harder with each punctuation. “Which one of your filthy teammates infiltrated us?”

A’s lips trembled but they stayed silent.

Torturer walked around and kicked them in the gut, drawing a painful yelp out from them which only tore up their throat further.

“I’m not-“ A gritted out, breathing heavily, “Telling you anything.”

“Are you sure about that?”

They looked up. The torturer had brought out an assortment of absolutely terrifying looking knives. Some had spikes, some were long, almost like swords.

“Which one should we start with?” Torturer asked, relaxed.

They picked one up and twirled it around in

“Let’s see how long you last.”

A shuddered. This was for them. For the team. They wouldn’t give up, no matter what. They were strong. They would hold out.

- -

Three hours later and was no longer just screaming.

Their whole world was blurry. The torture never stopped.

Their body was bloody; Torturer had carved into their arm and tasted right onto their insides. Every team member had held out for torture before, was experienced in it, but this.

They barely knew where they were they were so bloody disoriented. Everything was hazy and all they could register was pain pain pain that never went away and only got worse because Torturer never stopped-

“What a bore. You’ve held out all this time.”

Torturer pouted, then brightened.

“Shall we amp it up?” They asked.

Amp. It. Up? What kind of amping was worse than three hours of torture?

Then they saw it. The water tub.

Torturer hauled it out from under a table, dirt and grime floating in the water. A wouldn’t just choke. They’d swallow everything in there too. A turned white as a sheet.

“N-no please,” they started blubbering, “you don’t have to- we don’t have to do this-“

“Oh, but we do,” Torturer said stalking forward, “unless you decide to tell me what I want to know.”

They couldn’t. They couldn’t. But they couldn’t hold out and drowning terrified them but they couldn’t betray the team-

They started hyperventilating as Torturer just smiled and just drew closer.

A closed their eyes as they tensed against the ropes, mind fighting internally as they grappled with the fact that the torturer was about to waterboard them-

Debris flew everywhere as the door burst down. A’s head flew up just as five figures swarmed in through the doorway. They instantly pounced on Torturer, yelling furiously, and the water tub fell to the floor.

The team.

Thank all that was beautiful.

A stared in disoriented awe as the team swept through the area. They hadn’t thought anyone would come for them. A let out a little sob.

“Shhh shhh.”

They turned, coming face to face with B. A’s glossy eyes struggled to see them, but they just made out B’s face and they hiccuped a breath.

Caretaker’s face looked just as distressed, but they hid it better.

“Come, we need to get you out of here.” They spoke, “You shouldn’t be here any longer.”

They registered that their ropes were now somehow cut, and Caretaker pulled them, (more like dragged their entire weight), out of the room.

- -

“We’re so, so sorry we let this happen. It should have never-” B growled under their breath. “Torturer.”

A didn’t want to hear it anymore. They just wanted to be safe, to feel to warmness and assured comfort of B arms around them. They were finally out of that terrible room, laid on the floor with B knelt next to them in a different one of the chambers they had been led through. The whole place was safe now; the team had wiped everybody out before getting to A. Before A could control it, they let out a little whine.

B instantly turned back to them. Even in their mess, A burned with embarrassment. Why the hell had they done that?

B smiled lightly, thought, shoulders dropping and losing the stress they were previously holding.

At least I could make them relax, A thought.

Slowly, their eyes started to well up with tears.

“Oh, Whumpee,” B gasped, “Come here.”

B drew A into their lap and brought their arms around them. A’s muscles ached, and their crying picked up, and B stroked their hair, muttering softly:

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I know. We’re here now. I’m here. You’re not going to be hurt, you won’t be hurt.”

“It-“, A started, throat clogged by distress, “it was so hard and it hurt so much and I was so scared-”

“Shhhh,” B soothed, drawing a hand down their chin, bringing them back from hyperventilation, “Shhh, it’s okay. Calm down, we’re here now.”

A’s sobs turned into sniffles as B continued whispering sweet, comforting words into A’s ear.

“It’s all alright, I know, I’m so sorry,” B said, softly wiping away tears from A’s pain-stricken face, “You did such a good job, you’re so good, and we’ll never let that happen to you again. It’s alright now.”

B continued to pet their hair as A calmed down.

“Listen, I need to asses you, okay?” B said when A was a little bit more coherent, “I saw the stuff they had back there and it looked…bad. So I need to examine you and have you respond and comply. Can you do that for me?”

A hesitated, but nodded slowly, gingerly.

“Good job. Very good.” B praised.

A exhaled shakily. They were safe. Safe with B.

A heard B turn and mutter to themself, we can’t deal with the tasing now unfortunately, and look back over to A.

“I saw the water.” B started. “You didn’t inhale any of it did you?”

“N-no, I-,” A stuttered,” “you guys came before Tort- they could make me.” They muttered quietly, digging their chin into their chest.

They thought they saw B’s jaw tick but by the time they looked up to confirm it was gone.

“Okay,” B breathed out. “I can definitely see some injuries they’ve made.” B said unpleasantly. A’s weakened state was the only way they resisted gulping nervously. They didn’t like B when they were angry.

B pulled out their extensive first aid kid they always made sure was filled to the brim with supplies A didn’t even know existed.

“We’re gonna have to clean these cuts. They’re pretty deep and that room was not the pinnacle of cleanliness.”

A froze, then started up.

“W-wait no please,” they begged, straining against B’s arms encircling them, “Don’t it’ll be too painful I can’t, no- You don’t have to, do you-”

“Hey, woah, wait,” B’s eyebrows shout up as they held A down easily, A’s muscles too worn out and weak to do anything even mildly strenuous. B held them more securely on their lap, making them squirm, fighting B.

“Hey, no fighting me.” B scolded and A let out a pitiful cry. “I know, shh, I know it’s painful and scary. But I have to do it, you know, okay? You know this.” They reached their top arm over, grabbing alcohol and a pad. A whimpered.

“It’s alright.” B tried to soothe. “Can I get help over here?” A heard B call to a teammate who must have come in recently. Soon they were backed up against another guest and held in place firmly with arms stronger than B’s. They wiggled and worked, but the arms tightened and they yelped, quickly dying down and letting their body go limp in their teammate’s arms.

The alcohol pad was brought to the deepest cut on their arm and they immediately screamed. A felt their body tense up with effort, and couldn’t help themself from again struggling against their teammates. But their muscles were silk and hard and every movement hurt, only making them cry out more.

“A, you have to calm down.” B implored, Please try to be still. You agreed to comply, remember?”

A sniffled hard, tears streaming down their face as they heaved and choked. Their breaths were closer to shudders and they trembled in their friends’ arms.

B didn’t wait for them to say yes.

The second time the swab hit their arm, it went even deeper, and they only got to see blinding white light for two seconds before they passed out.

- -

A woke up go a light, soothing pressures appeared on their head. It pressed and nudged and soothed the tension perfectly and they let out a sigh despite themself.

They opened their eyes and saw B’s free hand massaging their scalp. B smiled down at them softly.

A blinked, then looked around. They weren’t in the chamber’s rooms anymore. Now they were in a tent, their team’s tent.

The team must have moved me back, A thought, trying not to blush at the embarrassment of a teammate holding their limp form.

“Sleep.” B voice pulled A back to their gaze. “When you wake up again, I’ll still be here. Rest.”

A wanted to contest, to make B speak about what happened and tell them everything whumper said and how in danger they were-

But B’s hands only added more glorious, perfectly placed pressure to their scalm and their limbs loosened without their permission as they exhaled, sinking deeper into B’s arms.

“Sleep.”

A shuddered, the last of their body’s energies expending themselves as they finally, finally, had reached safety, and they went limp as all went black.

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[whumpasaurus101]

Sidekick Whumpee x Hero Whumper pt 10

okay lets ignore the fact that i havent updated this story for...LIKE A YEAR??? oh my days- ANYWHO GYUHJHKDJHD I'm back with my mojo LETS DO THIS WOOO

Cw: Blaming self / Guilt / past character death reference / its more ouchy hurt than pain HUIJDGHKDHJ

Previous / Masterlist

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Once Medic had convinced Villain to lie down for a few minutes, they made their way back into the room before freezing. Sidekick was curled into a ball, hugging their knees close to their chest as they rocked back and forward. Medic cursed under their breath, rushing to kneel by Sidekick’s side, “Heyhey Sidekick, look at me.” 

Sidekick sobbed out, shaking their head quickly, “‘s a-all my fault! Why the hell did you come after me!?!?!!?” They roared, “I was fine, I was able to put up with the pain-” They couldn't help the sobs that ripped from their throat, “And now someone died because of me!!!”

Medic looked at them, their eyebrows furrowed as they let out a sigh, “Oh Sidekick…” They gently pulled Sidekick close to them, “It's alright kid, I’ve got you, alright? Nothing is going to happen to you or us.” 

Sidekick sobbed, their fingers tangled in Medic’s shirt- their knuckles white. 

Medic softly shushed them, their hand running through the other’s hair, “Let’s get you to bed, just so your stitches don't get ruined or anything from being down here, okay? I’ll make us some food soon.” They gently brushed back a curl that was covering Sidekick’s eye, “You look exhausted.”

Sidekick gulped and nodded, sniffling as they wiped their face with their arm. 

Medic brought Sidekick to the guest room, they gave them a soft oversized hoodie -which Sidekick was very grateful for- before Sidekick relaxed into the bed. Just as Medic went to leave, they felt a gentle tug at their wrist. When they turned around, they saw Sidekick, looking up through their long eyelashes;

“Can.. can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Medic’s face softened and they nodded, “Of course, hun. They gently sat over the duvet, right beside Sidekick who’s eyes fluttered closed. Medic’s fingers carded through Sidekick’s hair, gently scratching their scalp. They felt the other relax under their touch, a smile on their face before they took out their phone. They texted Teammate, telling them the situation and asking for them to sort out the body. 

Once the message was sent, they let out a shaky breath before searching up to see if there were any nice hotels nearby.

Villain lay on their bed, heart aching. Their eyes were more or less glazed over, staring at the ceiling. They closed their eyes shut tight before opening them again. This is not what Henchman would like, Henchman told them to take care of Sidekick and that's what they had to do.

Just as they sat up, Meic entered the room; they both chuckled. “Hey,” Medic smiled. 

Villain shakily smiled back, “Hey.”

“So uhm, I figured it might be a nice change of scenery if we stayed a night or two at a hotel. Just the three of us.”

Villain’s eyes widened, “I-you- I mean, s-sure! But only if you let me pay.”

“Oh you're hilarious, cmonnnnn, let me treat you!!!” 

Villain chuckled, “Damn you, you know I can’t resist your puppy dog eyes.”

Medic giggled, smiling proudly, “Cmon, pack your stuff!!! I’ll get mine and Sidekick’s things in a bag.”

Villain nodded and Medic turned to leave.

“H-hey, Medic?”

Medic hummed, turning around to meet eyes with Villain who smiled, chewing on the inside of their own cheek before speaking, “Thank you, for…for everything.”

Medic smiled, walking over and hugging the villain, “Of course, it's the least I could do.” 

Villain shook their head, “It- it's not…it’s… well, it's more than anyone except for Henchman has done for me.”

Medic smiled a teary smile, cupping Villain’s cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead, “You deserve to be looked after, Villain. You get no credit for looking after this city, someone needs to look after you…”

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[whumpberry-cookie]

Rescued Whumpee expects the aftercare to hurt

And is sincerely surprised that the painkillers are an option.

(cv: implied operating without anesthesia, field medicine, mouth injuires)

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Caretaker says to wait, he's going to grab some sedatives for them. Whumpee just starts laughing.

(C:)"I'm afraid this procedure will be-" (W:)"Let me guess: extremely painful?" (C:)"....- time-consuming. I need to ask you to sit still for a while"

"You don- you really don't have to do this! I can deal without it- Please, don't touch-"

"Can I ask you something before you start? W-would... Would you mind to... hit my head to... eh- to knock me out firts? I don't- I don't want to be awake for this" (C:)".....what?"

(W) "Shut up already! Just... Give me something to bite down on" (C:)"Why?" (W:)"...You know I could bite my tongue off without it, right? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" (C:)"...Whumpee for gods, I'm obviously going to put you under first".

"No. Don't waste your supplies of medicine on me. I can take it" (C:)"I know you can, but you don't have to"

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[em-writes-stuff]

Suffering in silence

day 7 of @febuwhump

sidekick, medic, hero

476 words

warnings: bruise, accidentally hurting a friend (in the past)

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Sidekick inhales sharply as she walks, hand held tightly over her abdomen. Medic glances her way and she waves him off. 

He furrows his eyebrows and she shakes her head, mouthing, “I’ll be fine. Just wait a few more hours until this mission is over.” 

He frowns, but nods. “As long as you’re sure.” 

Hero turns his head to look at them and looks questioningly at them. Sidekick shakes her head, “He wanted to make sure I unplugged the toaster this morning.” 

Hero nods quickly and turns his attention back to Villain’s car. 

Medic gives her a look and she shoos him away with a smile. “The mission is more important.” 

He turns to face the car, but stays where he is so he can help SIdekick should the need arise. 

With the others on the team focused on other things, Sidekick peels her hand away from her abdomen and pulls her shirt up to look at it. 

The bruise has moved on from the angry red stage and is now a furious purplish blue right over her ribs. She winces and pulls her shirt back down before Medic turns around to check on her again. 

She forces a chuckle and rolls her eyes playfully at him. “You’re so worried. Do you have a crush on me or something?” 

Medic turns bright red and turns his attention back to Villain’s car. Sidekick looks down and her smile vanishes. Her hand covers the bruise over her shirt and she bends over to put more pressure on it. 

Twenty, maybe thirty minutes later, Villain leaves the house and gets in the car. Hero pulls his phone out and pulls up the tracking app. All three of them stare intently at the blinking dot on the screen. 

When Villain pulls out of the driveway and the dot moves with it, they all cheer silently. Sidekick laughs a little too hard and buckles over in pain. 

Medic rushes to her side and pulls her shirt up, “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” 

“Gotta keep you on your toes?” She says, pulling her shirt back down. “Let’s get out of here, then you can go all mother hen on me.” 

Hero stares at her. “Was that from training this morning?” 

Medic turns to him and his face turns red in anger. “You did this?” 

Sidekick grabs his arm and shakes her head, “It was my fault, I wasn’t quick enough.” 

“You told me I missed.” 

“Shut up, Hero!” They both say at the same time. 

Sidekick ignores the look on Hero’s face and pushes herself to her feet. “I’m fine, really. Nothing a few days taking it easy won’t cure. Now both of you stop worrying about me and make sure Villain actually makes it to his destination. Or else all this work will have been for nothing.” 

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[bloodshottears]

Picture this:

Whumpee (a Hero, Knight, or someone else on the "Good" side) is captured by Whumper (a Villain, Evil Magician, "Bad Person"). Whumper interrogates them, looking for info on their team's weaknesses or plans. Whumpee holds out for an impressive amount of time before Whumper brings out the more agressive techniques (I'll make a seperate post about these). Anyways, after a few days, Whumpee is almost completely broken. They can barely talk, but they are able to tell Whumper what they want to know. Whumper, not being a completely terrible person, patches Whumpee up as best they can and sends them back to their team.

A while later, Whumper attacks the Hero's base. (Maybe they're able to do this because of Whumpee's info). They sweep through the whole building and look through all the rooms. They find Whumpee in one of the farthest away rooms, and they somehow look even worse than when Whumper finished with them originally. Whumpee's team did not take kindly to Whumpee revealing their top secret Intel, so they decide to teach them a lesson, or maybe they try to "rehabilitate" them back into the team.

Whatever the case, the Heroes make Whumper's interrogation look positively pleasant. Whumper takes the Whumpee back to their own base, and begins the process of not only undoing Whumpee's trauma from their own team, but also from Whumper's actions originally.

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[zoethehead]

Sharing this,

There's not much to make a whumpee with(besides some neck bandages and some blood coming from the mouth) but you can either make a whumper or a caretaker.

Despite him being an incubus and being covered in blood; Lawrence is a caretaker, not a whumper. He is also not one for sex or sexual attraction.

In general: he's the Herbert west of the incubi and succubi. He'd rather work on medical stuff rather than doing a sex.

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[i-write-soft-whump]

"Shit, they're awake! Hey, Whumpee, you're safe, I've got you. You're gonna go back to sleep soon, okay? I'm just working on your injuries, and believe me, you'd rather be asleep for this part. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

#whump #whump prompt #medical #medic caretaker

[redd956]

Prompt 4

Whumpee gave a weak smile to Caretaker, as the overly caring figure patted down the covers against Whumpee’s chest. The medic whispered a gentle goodbye, and left them all alone. All Whumpee had left to do was blankly stare at the single other bed in the quarantine room, perfectly empty as Whumpee wanted it.

Their eyelids grew heavy. The sickness came without warning, yet Whumpee expected it. Whumpee had yet to convince Caretaker what the ailment truly was, poison. That smothering smog that gave them their freedom would eventually want to claim its payment back. Whumpee could still visualize Whumper coughing and wheezing against the discolored mist. Whumpee’s eyes finally closed, lulling them into a feverish sleep. A tiny smirk planted onto their face.

A slight bustling in the room awoken Whumpee. A flash of caretaker leaving the room was seen, followed by the loud lock and click to the singular exit. Whumpee shrugged at the matter. They rolled onto their side, allowing their eyes sluggishly roll. Whumpee’s gaze halted instantly, landing upon their new roommate.

Whumper shivered in their sleep, their whole face tainted a sickly hue. The only color showing on their complexion seemed to be the reddish shade of blush centered in the middle. Whumper’s hands tightened, clutching the bedsheet. Their leg stretched out as a wince of pain. Their eyes sluggishly fluttered open. A moment of silence passed between the two.

Whumper scrambled to get themselves out of bed, rage pushing aside the sickly appearance. Whumpee did the same, throwing themselves against their only exit. It didn’t budge.

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[urlocalwhumper]

medic caretaker's hands shaking as they survey whumpee's wounds and admit in a small, scared voice that they might not be able to save them this time.

whumpee gives them a bloody smile. "just give it your best shot, then." they rasp.

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[jazztag]

A Cure for Solitude XVI

Medic is suddenly awakened by some loud knocks on the lab’s door. He checks the cameras, quite hoping it’s W who has decided to stop being an idiot and come to him again.

It isn’t. Instead, on the black and white screen, M sees the familiar face of Army no- Amy, the soldier woman who tends to patrol around the farthest areas in the city.

“C’mon, it’s important” rushes him the soldier, when M unlocks the big heavy metal door.

“What” questions M as soon as she comes inside his humble home. She is pacing around, uncomfortable. Finally, sits down on a near couch and lets her rifle rest on the floor. She looks to the floor.

“Remember when you promised me that?”

Medic disregards his annoyance at once and relaxes a bit. “Yeah”.

She looks then at him in the eye, and his smile shines, something than not even M, who has known the woman for most than two years now, has seen previously. Amy’s eyes shine with some tears strained in them, and there’s faith in there. M steps back a bit, a little bit taken aback by everything that’s going on.

“What? What, Amy? Speak”

The woman dries her eyes and steps up. She adopts a position of rest, as far as a military does, her gun on her side.

“They have approved Protocol T” and she smiles again. But M, on his side, his mouth closes shut.

“What do you mean, Protocol Test was something that our government banned after that fiasco with the Institute, they can’t…”

“Well, they now can! Remember the coup d’etat last year? Some commissions got created, some people left the government, new ones arrived…”

Medic walks frantically around the room.

“That’s bad. That’s really bad…”

Amy grabs him by the shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. She looks at him, half smiling.

“Don’t you get it? Now we actually can find a cure! Now we will all work towards the vaccine! No more gatekeeping, finally full Countries will start trusting each other with the information and…”

“No!” yells M, fleeing from her hold. He backs away into a corner, and repeats himself again, much quietly: “no…”

Amy furrows her brows and decides to let her weapon right there by the wall. She approaches M again, cautiously, but while following the scientist around the improvised apartment, her eyes start to wander around all the papers and documents that decorate each surface. A lot of medical words she has never understood. Then, half hidden under another pile, some random newspapers. Wait…

M arrives by the coffee machine and gets a fresh cup. He gulps it all down. He tries to get his hair away from his eyes for the fifth time.

“You don’t get it, Amelia. How could you? You just wait for results, and when you find them, you just… steal them”

Amy turns to the scientist, raising one eyebrow. Then she returns her attention to the newspaper cover, one from almost three years. There’s a group of scientists there, in the first article, a big photo with a lot of people and names, everything is smiles and handshakes.

“Medic?” asks Amy, without looking up from the paper. She grabs the dusty pages, and starts reading ”Is there something I should know?”

M starts pacing around, coffee in hand. “Not a virus, not a virus” mutters the scientist while shaking his head absentmindedly.

Amy keeps reading the page and stops by the big picture. He can recognize someone from the photo. Her eyes span nervously towards the bottom line of the picture, and from left to right, a series of names are written…

“M-Mel? That was you, on the team?”

M stops dead in his tracks and turns around slowly towards Amy. He then can’t keep it anymore straight and falls onto his knees, dropping the mug and breaking it in shambles. He takes off his glasses and starts crying frantically.

“It was all a mistake” he sobs uncontrollably “We were lied to and stolen…”

Amy walks towards him and yanks from his shoulders to get him up again and away from the cutting ceramic on the floor.

“You don’t need to carry all the pain and guilt by yourself anymore, Mel…” says Amy softly. You have help, now. They will let you guide them and…

“No!” M now is angry, his past is again punching him in the gut, and what he thought was something he was keeping controlled and forgot about, has returned once more. He eyes Amy, and the woman suddenly is scared. But M’s fury has nothing to do with her, that’s something she is sure of.

“There was never a mistake” speaks M, suddenly in a lower voice, more controlled manner. “There was never supposed to be a cure. The virus was the first phase of the plan, and now they are going to start the second phase.

Amy has her eyes fully open. “What- What do you m-mean”

“Three years ago I thought I failed on my research. But turns out, I just provided humanity with the most brutal annihilation weapon ever”.

M looks at Amy, and the both of them stare in shock at each other.

“You mean-”

“Amelia, answer me this one:

If you were to invent the atomic bomb, would you share the knowledge, or burn the plans and die with the secret?”

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[valcaira]

Attention Whump Community!

Clogging disability tags is a massive problem that we need to address. Many tags, especially those surrounding permanent injuries, paralysis, vision loss and certain illnesses have become unusable due to being flooded with unrelated things. Yes, that includes your writing. Those tags are not for you. It's isolating, frustrating and depressing to try finding a community and other people who share your issues but all that comes up is whump, fandom shit, gifs, headcanons, etc.

I'm newly paralyzed. I have looked at many tags surrounding paralysis, trying to find support, a community, anything of people struggling with the same thing. Nothing. There's barely anything for us in the general disabilty tags. I am BEGGING you to understand and recognize how AWFUL it is.

So, I have a proposition. A tag you can and should use exclusively for disability content in whump writing. Not any other tag surrounding disability, lest you'll clog it up.

#disabled whumpee

It's tempting to use more specific tags, I get it. Due to being in the whump community myself I know #medical whump is already a tag. You have those tags. Use them. Don't use the disability tags. Don't clog up the few spaces us disabled people have.

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[whumpasaurus101]

Hi :) love your writing!

Don’t know if this is the right way but could I request a continuation of the Summer of whump stumbling prompt?

Thanks in advance or feel free to ignore this

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR THIS OMG!!! IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THANK YOU AGAIN 💜💜💜

Cw: brought to emergency room / sidekick reffered to as kid but is 19

Part one

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Hero cursed under their breath, their heart sinking as they looked at Sidekick, full of worry, “Hey, nonono, you're not weak, buddy! You-” Hero’s vocie cracked as they tried to push down a sob, they ran their hand gently through Sidekick’s curls, “You're one of our strongest on the team, kid, so don't for one second doubt yourself, okay?” 

Sidekick’s eyes filled with tears, they whimpered before nodding fast, “Th-th’nk y’...” They rasped. Hero smiled shakily before looking up to Henchman, blinking hard, “Ge-get medic, and uh-uhm…” Hero’s brain was blank, they were stressing. Sidekick’s wound looked baaaad and they needed to get to it fast before they bled out. Their hands shook as they quickly ran their other hand through their own hair, letting out a shaky breath, “Te-tell Medic to get sorted in the va-van…I’ll carry Sidekick to the van. Get them to patch Sidekick up and I’ll drive us to the hospital.” 

Henchman nodded fast, “Yes boss,” before running out of the warehouse as fast as possible. Sidekick whimpered, “N’h- no hospi-hospitals,” Sidekick whimpered, their voice hoarse. Hero shushed them quietly, their hand gently scratching Sidekick’s scalp, “I know you don't like them, buddy, but we need to get you there and fast. Now let's get you up, we need to go to Medic.” Hero got back up to their feet, eyes studying Sidekick before nodding to themself, “Alright, this is gonna hurt a bit, bud, but it will all be worth it, I promise.” Hero gently put their arms under Sidekick, lifting them up into their arms and cradling them in almost a bridal carry. Sidekick let out a cry, their whole body freezing up as the pain lit up, “Pro-pr’mise?” They whimpered, looking up at Hero with tears in their eyes. Hero’s soft eyes met with theirs and they spoke softly, “I promise.”

Sidekick nodded and Hero started walking out of the warehouse. They tried to be as careful with Sidekick as they could, but there was worry filling them that they weren't going to catch it on time. Hero could've collapsed with relief when they saw how Henchman had moved the van so it was closer to the warehouse’s exit, saving them some time. The back of the van was open and Hero gently placed Sidekick down inside, “Patch them up the best you can,” Hero ordered, sweat rolling down their face at this point. 

Medic nodded, before looking up at Hero, “Hero.. You're looking pale, I think-” “Nono, nothing about me right now. We need Sidekick patched up,” Tears slowly started to fill their eyes, “Please…” Medic looked at Hero with full Sympathy before nodding fast, “Warn me when we go over speed bumps, I don't want to mess up the stitches.” 

Hero nodded fast, “Thank you so much,” They sighed before closing the door shut and hopping into the driver’s seat of the van, a pounding headache starting to bloom in the back of their head. They turned the keys in the ignition before driving as fast as they could towards the hospital, “Tha-thank you for bringing the v-v…va’...hn- van closer.”

Henchman looked up at Hero, worry littering their face, “Hero…your stutter…” “‘M f-fff-f…fi-fine,” Hero waved them off, eyes focused on the road ahead of them. But Henchmen knew they weren't. They had worked with Hero long enough to know that when Hero’s stutter came back to them, it wasn't good.

When Hero was a kid, they used to have a stutter. They had managed to get rid of it but now if they ever got anxious to the highest level, it came back and it never ended well. But henchmen knew better than to comment on it.

“They’ll be fine, Hero, you know how stubborn the kid is,” Henchman chuckled, feeling a little relieved when they saw a soft smile on Hero’s face, “Y-yeah… They’re str-strong, I know they’ll make it.. i-i-it's just…” Henchmen smiled sympathetically, “I know, I know, I’m nervous too. But they're in good hands.”

“Y-yeah, Medic is one o-of the b-be-b-best medics I know, th-their qualifications a-are-” “Not just that, Hero… they have you.”

Hero’s eyes left the road for a moment, looking at Henchman with confusion, “Me?” Henchman smiled, “You. I know how much you care for the kid, I know you will do anything and everything you can to save him.” 

Hero smiled shakily, blinking hard as their hands shifted on the steering wheel, “Tha-thanks Henchman… for everything.”

The drive to the hospital was luckily not too long, Hero pushed just a little over the speed limit so they could get there faster than they wanted to. The second they pulled up outside the hospital, Hero leapt out of the van, rushing to open the back of the it. Henchman helped Hero lift Sidekick out. Sidekick only managed à weak whimper, their face covered in sweat, dangerously pale. Hero’s stomach churned but they quickly moved inside, hugging Sidekick close to them as they whispered gently to Sidekick, “It's o-okay, bu-buddy, you're gonna be ok-o-okay.” Medic then took over for Hero, both them and Henchman holding Sidekick while Hero rushed to the reception.

“H-help, st-sta-st-st-st….” Hero squeezed their eyes shut. The receptionist sighed, putting down their pen before looking up at Hero, “Stabbed?” Hero clenched their jaw, the word stuck on the tip of their tongue, “St…st…stabbed,” They sighed out, finally relieved to get one fucking word out.

“Alright, hun, I’ll need you to fill in this form and-”

“Nonono, ble-bleeding out, you-you ha-ha-have’t’ he-he-h…hel- he-hhh….-” Hero slammed his fist against the desk, growling in frustration. Henchman and Medic had luckily caught up, Henchman placed a gentle hand against Hero’s shoulder, “Hey, hey, want me to take over?” Hero blinked hard but nodded fast, taking a step back so Henchman could stand where Hero previously stood. 

“We have a 19 year old, stabbed around the ribs. Medic managed to stitch it up but it's still bleeding and Sidekick seems to be just about clinging onto consciousness-”

Hero carded their hand through Sidekick’s hair, whispering to them gently, “Y-you're gonna be okay, Sidekick.” Sidekick leaned into the touch weakly, their voice just audible, “Pro-promise?” A tear slowly rolled down Hero’s cheek, “Promise.”

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THANKIE FOR READING <3

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[whumpberry-cookie]

Stoic Caretaker sentences for today

(<-Part 1) (Part 2) (Next->)

(Cw: recovery/medic whump, suturing the wound, operating without anesthesia, field medicine)

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(W:) "It hurts" (C:) "That means it works. It will be over soon, I need you to stay patient for me"

(C:) "Did you do this on purpose?" (W:) "N-no, you know me! You know I would never-!" (C:) "Then why do you apologise so much for an accident? No one is upset with you, and certainly not me"

Whumpee slaps Caretaker's hand away during the treatment of the wound. (C:) "Listen, I know you are irritated and tired. I know it hurts, but I have to end to suture this, so it doesn't get infected. Do something for me and hold on the bedframe instead. I promise to make it quick."

Caretaker ends the argument of the Teammates by: "Let's stop arguing about who've done wrong and start to plan what we can do to make it right".

(T:) "But they said-" (C:) "They are in shock. What they want now is not good for their health."

(C:) "I know it's scary, but we have everything under control. Breathe deeply and trust me. Yes, like that. You are very brave, good job. It will be okay."

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#i was taking care of my 4y/o cousing recently. You have no idea how much the sentence >I know you are upset/dissapointed...< helps #medic caretaker #whump #whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker #stoic caretaker #whumbat #recovery whump #tw anesthesia #hurt writing #hurt prompt #hurt/comfort #writing prompt #whump scenario #whump prompts #whumpblr #whump ideas #field medicine