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genuinehc · 1 year

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Day 7: First Night in Hospital

Challenge: @mediwhumpmay 2023 Fandom: Six of Crows Modern AU Prompt: Day 7: First Night in Hospital Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, medical whump, Modern AU, Kaz Brekker is a very smart idiot

Kaz doesn’t quite remember the liminal space between waking up in recovery and being moved to a room. He has some vague recollections of someone cheerfully telling him how well he did, being bumped and jostled, a nightmare of hands on his bare skin and the rising waters, then a blissful void.

He’s awake now, half reclined in an uncomfortable hospital bed, and far more lucid than he particularly wants to be. The room is dimly lit, dark outside the shaded windows, with a light coming from the door and a dim bulb shining on a white board with Kaz’s name and the names of the nurses. A clock above is just obscured enough in shadow that he can’t quite read the numbers and with his right leg bandaged, braced, and propped up on a foam block, he can’t move any closer.

Someone has thoughtfully left his phone on the tray table and after fumbling for the button past the IV tubing tethering him to the bed, he finds it’s just past midnight.

It’s just past midnight and he hurts.

Kaz is no stranger to pain. He’s been navigating the world with a broken, never quite healed right leg since he was fourteen. He spent his teenage years getting into fights and coming out the other side of them with injuries that might have killed someone else. He’s been compensating for his broken leg for so long and in ways that made his doctor visibly blanch when she heard about it, and he’s done more damage to himself in that compensation than anyone could reasonably countenance.

He understands pain. He knows it and he gets by with it, and he uses it to leverage other people, either the fear or the reality of it.

His doctor had said about the surgery and the subsequent recovery, “you’ll feel worse before you feel better, but you will feel better.”

He had been ready for pain, especially if it meant that he would have another decade or more of walking before his leg couldn’t bear weight at all.

What he wasn’t ready for was the feeling of utter helplessness that comes with being in a hospital. No matter that this was his choice, that he had thought through the possibilities, the worst cases, everything that could possibly go wrong; his plans B, C, and D. He had let his brain spin out every possible scenario and decided at the end that this is the right choice.

And the continuing right choice is to stay exactly where he is and let his fucking leg heal.

What a fucking joke.

He’s committed to this course of action right until he hears the window open from the outside. In a moment of wild panic, he thinks of everyone who could possibly have found out that he was here, helpless, unable to defend himself, even as he is trying to figure out how to disentangle himself from the leads and tubes and wires, and where is his damn cane? Who did Jesper tell? Did someone hack his email? Did Rotty sell him out?

The window shade rustles and from behind it, someone drops soundlessly to the floor. The absence of sound soothes Kaz’s alarm the way nothing else could and his heart drops back into his chest where it belongs.

“Inej.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having surgery?”

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faofinn · 1 year

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Day 6 - Needlephobic

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“I can’t do it.” Tai hated how his voice trembled. “I can’t do it, Hars.”

“You can, it’s okay.” Harrison encouraged. “It’ll take five seconds.”

“No, Hars, I can’t do it.” He insisted, shoving the lancet and the case with the glucose monitor back at his boyfriend. “I’m fine, I feel fine.”

“You need to do this, Tai. It’s important to check your sugars. And you can’t not take your insulin.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll just be careful with what I eat.”

“It doesn’t work like that, you know that.”

Tai pulled a face. “I’ll eat and then I’ll like, go for a run or something. It’ll be fine.”

“It definitely doesn’t work like that. You need to look after yourself. It’s a tiny fingerprick, you won’t even feel it.”

“It’s a needle.” He protested, his voice low. “I can’t do it.”

His recent diagnosis hadn’t really fully sunk in yet. It had been so overwhelming, and it was a nightmare trying to manage everything. It was just his luck, he hated needles, and now he had to stab himself multiple times a day, to stop him ending up in hospital or worse. Hars had been great, especially since their relationship was relatively new. He’d sort of just stepped up massively, and Tai didn’t quite know what he’d do without him. He’d managed the fingerpricks yesterday, but for some reason he just couldn’t do it today. He’d been sat there trying for what felt like forever, and now the frustrated, anxious tears were threatening to make an appearance.

“How am I supposed to keep doing this?” Tai’s voice cracked, and he swiped angrily at his eyes where the tears had started. “I can’t do this.”

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Harrison softened, resting a hand on Tai's cheek. "You can. You keep going because I'm gonna be right there to help when you can't. I'll be with you every step of the way."

“I can’t even do a stupid fucking fingerprick!”

"It's not just a fingerprick, though, is it?" He said gently. "Because you know that it's gonna either mean you need to take more insulin or food, and you know it's not just a one off. It's hard."

“I’m the world’s shittest diabetic.” He grumbled.

"Can I let you into a secret?"

“What?”

"Nearly every single newly diagnosed diabetic is the same."

“But they’re kids and it doesn’t matter because they don’t know any different.”

"They're usually the ones who deal better with it. Adults struggle the most, and it's completely normal."

“I should be doing better.” He said frustratedly. “Scared of stupid needles.”

"You're doing brilliantly."

“Don’t lie.”

"I wouldn't lie to you."

He rubbed his face. “Can you just do it for me?” He whined.

"Just this once. You can do the next one, yeah?"

He sniffed. “Yeah. I’ll try.”

Harrison leaned in to kiss him. "We've got this, yeah?"

“I don’t think I’ve got this.” He mumbled.

"Maybe not yet, but I've got you."

“I have to do this for the rest of my life.” He said. “What about when you’re not here? When I’m at work? When you’re at work?”

"Then we'll work something out."

“I don’t know.” He said, leaning against him. “I don’t know.”

"You'll be okay. Want me to do this one?" He asked gently.

He nodded. “Please.”

"Alright. Sharp scratch, yeah?" He warned, watching Tai's face.

Tai squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his lips together. “Mm.”

Harrison was as gentle as he could be, moving to hold Tai's hand properly once he'd got the sample. He gave it a moment to make sure it was reading, then twisted their hands to his mouth, giving Tai's a soft kiss.

"Well done."

He winced as he felt the sharp bite of the needle, pulling away. Harrison’s hands, whilst gentle were strong, and he wasn’t going anywhere. As his lips brushed his fingers, he looked over at him.

“Ow.”

"I know." He murmured, not moving their hands. "I'm sorry."

“It’s okay.” He mumbled. “What’s it saying?”

"Wanna place bets on it? What do you think it is?"

“I don’t know. It’s been on the high side the past couple of days.”

He hummed. "It's 8.3. A little high still, but you're gonna have something to eat too."

“And now I need to take my meds, don’t I?”

"Yeah. Did you weigh your carbs?"

“Mm. Yeah.”

"How many units are we having then?"

“Um…” It took Tai a moment, feeling like an idiot as he stumbled over the maths in his head. “Three?”

Harrison thought a moment. "Four. You've got your mealtime, which is three, that was right. But you've been sitting high, right? So we need to add a unit to correct that."

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” He looked down at his lap.

"Hey."

“Mm?”

"Can I let you in on a secret?"

“Another one? Spoiling me.” He joked weakly.

"Arse." He teased. "I didn't do the maths in my head. We've got the ED app, you'll be able to get it too. Makes life easier."

“You always know what you’re doing.” He grumbled. “Mr Know It All.”

"Ouch."

“Love you really. Will you do my insulin for me too? Just this once?”

"I shouldn’t, but come on. Just this once."

“I’ll do it later.”

"You will. You're gonna be just fine."

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Tai didn’t know how he was going to get through this, he really didn’t, but it didn’t seem half as scary with Harrison by his side.

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whumpinaheartbeat · 1 year

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White Walls Closing In (Mediwhump May 2023, Day 7 First Night In Hospital)

This fic contains hospitalisation, mentions of a benign tumour, mentions of future surgery and an underaged whumpee. Please read with discretion.

As a Son of Apollo, one could have thought that Will Solace would be comfortable with hospitals.

He could spend entire days at the Camp Half-Blood infirmary and in fact he had done just that countless times while looking after the sick and wounded. If anything, Will felt at home surrounded by bandages and ambrosia squares, always having some task that needed to be completed or some Camper to talk to. The infirmary was familiar, it was safe. If he would be so bold, the Infirmary was his Domain.

But here? With the white walls and the whirling machines and the strangers who kept poking and prodding him as if his blood could have possibly changed in the last half hour? It was unfamiliar and unsafe and even if Will logically knew why he was here he still did not feel as though he belonged.

Nico nudged him.

"I'm thinking." Will claimed.

Nico didn't bother with a retort about how Connect Four wasn't that complicated of a game, waiting almost patiently for Will to make his move. Nico’s silence made Will want to claw his skin off for some reason and when the machine next to him started pipping loudly again Will curled his hands into fists.

Will intrinsically knew how to fix the machine, there was simply a kink in the IV line again and all he had to do was straighten it and acknowledge the alert. Almost every single thing in this building Will could sense, and if need be fix, because every singly thing had been made by a Child of Apollo that had been guided by the great God of Healing and yet when Will had tried to use that knowledge to fix the machine earlier, he had been yelled at by a particularly annoying nurse and told not to touch anything else.

The alert kept sounding, echoing in Will’s mind. He tried to focus on something else, anything else. Nico’s knee pressed up against his own, the pattern that was slowly being created in their game, the smell of the Hyacinth’s that Kayla had bought for him.

But the alert was too loud, it was too consistent. It was echoing, again and again, and he swore that it was the only sound that has ever existed.

Will slammed his fist into the table, knocking plastic coins everywhere.

Nico barely reacted, only pressing his knee against Will’s again but if anything that just made Will even more frustrated.

“What?” Will growled.

The Son of Hades stayed silent, dark eyes blinking slowly.

It's wasn’t like Will didn't know that Nico was just as uncomfortable as he was, it couldn’t be easy for Nico to be in a place that has seen so much death, but right now everything was just too much and Nico’s silence was just letting that infernal machine be all the louder.

Nico pushed the table off to the side and grabbed Will’s hand.

Will’s shoulders dropped.

“I hate this.” He whispered.

“I know.” Nico said.

“I’m a Son of Apollo. I should be able to fix this. I should be able to fix me.”

They had had this conversation before.

Over the years, Will has treated almost every single camper at Camp Half-Blood. Some of their injuries were mere scratches or minor burns, things that faded away with a simple hum and some ointment. Others were more serious. Dislocations, broken bones. Detached limbs, even, thank you Paolo.

Will has literally brought more people back from the brink of death than he could even remember and yet for all that, Will couldn’t fix a stupid tumour on his stupid right lung. It was benign, at least as far as he could sense, but even benign things had the possibility of becoming malignant if left untreated.

If he could do the surgery himself he would have already done so. Kayla and Austin had confronted him long after Will had already sensed the tumour, both of them intrinsically knowing that something was wrong with him but as much as Will begged them to keep it quiet, they had told Chiron.

And Chiron had told him to go to the hospital.

It didn’t make any sense; Even if Will couldn’t do surgery on himself, he would have trusted Kayla and Austin with his care because they were children of Apollo too and with enough thorough instruction they could do what was needed.

Why go to a mortal hospital when they were literally the progeny of the God of Healing?

And why was that stupid machine still making that stupid alert and why hadn’t some nurse come in to fix it already?

Will let go of Nico’s hand, twisting around so that he could acknowledge the alert on the drip machine, readjusting the flow rate as he did so to make it go faster.

“Will,” Nico warned.

“It’s fine.” Will said. “I can tolerate it.”

The immunotherapy mixture they were giving him wasn’t quite chemotherapy but he had still been warned about the similar possible side effects and while he didn’t exactly want to experience nausea or fatigue, he could not stand the idea of trying to sleep with the IV still in not that he thought he could sleep here anyway.

Someone cleared their throat and Will scrambled away from the machine, making it start alerting all over again.

Doctor Storey came over, acknowledged the alert and reset the flow rate. She did not bother to admonish Will, another conversation that had already happened countless times just in the few hours he has been here for.

“Mr. di Angelo,” She said instead. “I’m afraid visiting hours are over for the night but you’re more than welcome to come back at nine am tomorrow morning, pre-op doesn’t start until eleven.”

Will had known that this was coming and yet his blood still ran cold at the thought of Nico leaving him. He looked up sharply at his boyfriend who made no attempt to stand from the bed. Maybe he was going to stay after all, maybe he was going to intimidate the doctor into breaking the rules and maybe Will wasn’t going to have to spend his first night in hospital all alone after all.

Nico leant forward and kissed Will’s forehead gently before pulling away and standing up.

Will refused to watch him go, even when Nico hesitated at the door, focusing instead on holding back the tears that were building in his eyes.

“I’m just going to check your vitals one more time and then you can get some sleep.” Doctor Storey said.

“My vitals are fine.” Will shot back. “Blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen saturation, all within normal range. You can go now.”

“Will,” Doctor Storey sighed. “I know you said that your father is some kind of Doctor, but right now you are my patient and I need to treat you like all of my other patients.”

Will did not want to be angry with her. He didn’t like to be angry with anyone and like she said, she was just trying to do her job. But he was the Son of Apollo and as such he knew exactly what he was talking about because this was his body and he knew everything there was to know about himself.

Doctor Storey did her checks anyway, confirming that surprise surprise his levels were all normal.

“Rest,” She said. “Tomorrow is a big day.”

It took all of his willpower to not roll his eyes as she at last left him.

The room immediately felt too big, the white walls stretching on forever while at the same time feeling like they were closing in on him. His attention bounced between all of the things around him from the small couch below the curtained window to the too bright lights above him that Doctor Storey had supposedly dimmed on her way out to the immunotherapy concoction that bled into him so infuriatingly slowly.

These weren’t even his own clothes, it was a thin gown that somehow both dug into his skin and didn’t feel substantial enough.

While ADHD often helped during battles, not to mention allowing him to juggle the treatment of multiple patients at the one time, right now it was doing nothing but giving him nothing but hell.

If only to try to let out some of the energy that was so suddenly bubbling within him Will increased the flow rate of his IV once again but that only took a moment and he was left wanting to claw his skin off in the too loud silence that followed.

The curtains were closed.

That would be something he could fix, he could open them up and maybe that would distract him long enough to forget everything else because even if his Dad wasn’t actually here at least Will would be able to sense his presence in the Sun.

He scrambled up off the bed, nearly overbalancing as the world spun around him.

He pushed aside the dizziness, knowing that he was just imagining it given that just hours before Will had been feeling perfectly fine. Gripping onto the machine that the IV was hooked through, refusing to look at the yellow fluid that was flowed within it, Will went to the window.

Will had to reach across the couch to get to the curtains but he didn’t care, suddenly desperate to have them open no matter what.

A small part of him had already known what he would find and yet the rest of him still wanted to cry when he saw that the Sun had already fully set with the moon having already taken its place and while Will knew that the Moon was still connected to him in a way, it was nothing compared to the Sun.

Will felt drained suddenly and his knees buckled but he did not fall, a hand gripping onto his elbow.

“Falling for me already, Solace?”

Will was so happy to see Nico at all that he didn’t mind the cheesy line and instead just thew himself at the smaller boy and hugged him. After a moment, Nico’s arms wrapped around Will just as tightly and they stayed there before Will at last felt strong enough to pull away again.

“I thought you left.” Will said, trying his hardest to keep the hurt from his voice.

“Of course not.” Nico said. “I just had to wait a few minutes before shadow traveling back. Are you… Okay?”

“I am now.” Will said. “So, are we going to hatch some exciting escape plan or what?”

“Will.”

Will dropped his shoulders, taking in a deep breath. Even doing that much made Will’s head spin a little and his healing powers alerted him of the tumour that he already knew was there and if that wasn’t annoying enough the machine he was lugging around started screaming at him again.

Will adjusted the line quickly and acknowledged the alert, and if he muttered a curse as he did so then that was his own business.

Nico chuckled, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“It’s going to be fine.” Nico said.

“I know.” Will said.

“And I’ll be with you the whole way.”

Will felt warmth bloom inside his chest and he squeezed Nico’s hand back tightly.

“I know.” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you too so get back into bed before I have to drag you there, you look exhausted.”

If Will was being honest, he was exhausted. In order to be here and get the treatment he needed, Will was going to have to relinquish all control over his own body and he hated it. He hated that he couldn’t fix this himself, he hated that even now he could sense the tumour nestled deep in his lung, he hated that there was nothing he could do but accept the help of mortal doctors.

Will once more readjusted the flow rate on the drip, setting it back to the right rate that would keep the worst of the side effects away.

It was going to take time to get used to being in the hospital, just like it was going to take time for him to fully recover from tomorrows surgery.

Nico guided Will to the bed and while Will was strong enough to walk by himself, it felt nice to trust Nico to set the pace. Once Will was lying down, the exhaustion suddenly weighed heavily on him and Will had to fight to keep his eyes open.

“By the way,” Nico said. “I brought you something.”

He held out a small ball and when it lit up a warm gold, Will found himself falling in love with Nico di Angelo all over again.

“A night light.” Nico said. “For a Night Light.”

While this was just a hospital room and not the pits of Tartarus, the small orb still made everything feel a little better and when Nico crawled into bed next to Will, holding him close, that made Will feel a little bit better too.

And, when an hour later Nico had to stumble out of the bed and into the shadows nearly face planting in the process as a nurse came to check on Will again? Now that definitely made him feel better.

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autobot2001 · 11 months

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Trip to The Mountain

@mediwhumpmay: head injury @themerrywhumpofmay: lake, frostbite

What was supposed to be a fun snowboarding trip turns into a disaster as s whumpee and their friends get caught in a snowstorm. They all end up separated. Of course, whumpee's phone is dead. However, they question if there's a phone signal up on the mountain. They know they're not leaving a trail of footprints thanks to the storm and that they need to keep walking, hoping they're going in the right direction.

The whumpee questions how long they've been walking as the storm passes. Hoping to find shelter or their friends soon. They're getting tired but know they need to keep moving. Worried they were going the wrong way as they only see woods around them.

Three of whumpee's friends finally fund each other and search for whumpee. They find a path of footprints that turn into a path of plowed snow. The friends follow the path to a frozen lake, except for one spot. They're horrified to see whumpee floating in the water. Without talking to each other, one calls 922 while the other two look to see if they can get whumpee out of the water.

The two successfully get whumpee out of the freezing water but worry it's too late. Hating they can't begin warning whumpee. They can't do anything but wait for help to arrive.

The time between getting whumpee out of the water and being able to see them dragged on to whumpee's friends. They knew whumpee was in a bad state but were hoping for good news. "They need a miracle to survive," the doctor tells them, "severe hypothermia, frostbite, and a head injury." The friends now have their answer about how whumpee ended up in the lake. "The only good news is the frostbite wasn't severe enough that we had to amputate fingers or toes," the doctor adds, "I know it's nothing considering the state of whumpee. Please take care of yourselves while visiting them. I've seen people neglect themselves while visiting critically ill loved ones or friends." The doctor leaves the room, leaving whumpee's friends alone. Wondering if they should say goodbye now or pray for a miracle. Trying not to think about how serious whumpee's head injury is. Knowing it's pointless to know while whumpee could die overnight. Due to all the machines, they can't sit by the bed.

Three hours pass, whumpee's friends are woken up by the dreaded long beep on the monitor. They know to leave the room. Watching medical personal rush into the room. Once again, they wait, feeling like time is dragging on.

"I'm sorry, we did everything we could." Whumpee's friends feel like they're dreaming. Even as they look at whumpee's dead body. The doctor wasn't expecting one of the friends to slap themselves, thinking they're dreaming and need to wake up. "Stop, y-you're not dreaming," one of the other friends says and hugs the distraught friend. They both cry. Hating how the trip to the mountain turned out.

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its-my-whump · 11 months

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The Merry Whump of May - Medi Whump May – Day 26

@themerrywhumpofmay: "Hammer time." - pocket watch

@mediwhumpmay: sedation - poisioning

Follow-up: Days 21 - 25

A woman was still talking to her, but everything was a blur by now.

Totally absorbed in the moment, Tonya was starring at Sam's bandana, that he had used to dress the first of many wounds today. Now, it was dirty, dusty, torn and bloody. 'Just like him.'

She just couldn't calm down anymore.

A penlight danced over one eye, than the next. Someone still trying to talk to her.

They gave her a mild sedative to break her emotional overthrow. Apathetically Tonya watched the helicopter been lifted in the air by an invisible force. There was no sound whatsoever.

It totally went by her attention how that SUV just came to be and mystically appeared in the canyon. She was seated in the back, that woman still by her side, two men in the front.

It felt like someone had wrapped her into a tight blanket made of cotton balls. 'That was making no sense.' The ride was bumpy, her body was balancing against the unsteady ground all by itself, as if it was remotely controlled. She tried to listen what they were talking about, but it felt like only listening with one ear, not really paying attention to a running TV.

The man on the passenger side reached into his left pocket, pulled something out and then opened a pocket watch to take a look. 'That was making no sense. Who would still use a pocket watch?'

She tried to redirect her attention to the playing radio. "Hammer time." Someone screamed. Wasn't that supposed to be in a song. She couldn't tell, nothing felt real. There was no context. 'And that was making no sense either.'

Tonya's gaze fell onto her right leg. The bandage was dusty and stained in red and brown. Bright red blood had started tickling down from under the lower rim, finding a way down her dusty leg over the edge of her sock and painted her shoe. She was following every drop with silent fascination.

'Why wasn't it hurting. Why wasn't she feeling anything. Couldn't it at least burn or ache, so she could feel at least something to concentrate on?'

"STOP." Everybody was startled by her sudden outcry. "Stop the car." She ripped the door open, her legs buckled the moment her feet should have supported her bodyweight.

And then it just felt like she was puking her heart out, again and again.

During a little barf-free moment, in which another look onto the disgusting stuff between her hands would have only brought even more disgusting stuff upstairs, her eyes fell onto that bandana wrapped around her hand.

Hot burning tears trailed a path through a dry layer of dust on her face again.

Sam reached the hospital alive, but barely. His vitals were already on a straight pass to settling 6 feet under. Severe head trauma, blood loss, a ruptured kidney, broken and fractured rips, from which parts had tried to rearrange themselves inside his torso. Internal bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, a broken leg, a fractured arm, above literally a few dozen lacerations were too much. He was balancing on the brink of death and didn't regain consciousness.

Peter had a bad conscience leaving Sam with Tonya, when he was the one convincing his best friend to give it another shoot while all 4 of them spend the day hiking. If it had turned south, at least there were him and Emily to distracted one of each to save the day. Had he only known how far south it was able to go.

Unfortunately Emily managed to catch herself a bug from their usual take-out place, which then turned out to be food poisoning. Peters intestines probably made of steel hardly registered, that they should have been upset. Still their day trip hiking with Sam and Tonya had to be cancelled. Peter would have never left his girlfriend spending hours of the bowl alone, but the bad conscience regarding Sammy was still there.

On Sunday evening Emily was up and running again, just grabbing herself a tea from the kitchen, while Peter zapped through the channels, simultaneously playing with his phone and the though to call Sam. Peter wasn't really paying attention to the news, still scrolling through his messages. A deep desperate sigh came from behind his back. He turned around, seeing the pale shocked face of Emily starring at the TV screen now behind him. Her lips were trembling, the cup in her hands shaking, when one hand loosened its grip and a finger even more trembling by now was raised to the TV.

Out of reflex Peters head snapped back. The female anchor was in mid sentence, but he didn't understand a word she was saying. His attention was dragged to the footage of a rescue helicopter flying over a canyon. More emergency personal on the ground, vehicles could be seen in the ravine. " two... rescued this morning.... flown to St. James Hospital...." All of it was running through the background of Peters conscious thoughts, when his eyes adjusted on two pictures that had popped up at the upper right side of the screen.

Showing and naming their friends. ".... critical condition..."

A dull sound indicated, that Peters phone just dropped to the floor.

In under 5 minutes they were out to door and on their way to St. James Hospital. Emily was frantically trying to call both friends on their mobiles. The couple couldn't believe, that the news were actually real. Both phones went straight to voicemail, for Sam's was still laying in his car 4.5 miles from that ravine in an area, where there wasn't any reception anyway and Tonya's was broken during her fall.

After they got as much conherent information as they could, Emily needed to comfort a weeping Tonya and Peter silently retreated and hesitantly went to see his unconscious friend in the ICU.

Sam was just laying there, unresponsive. Besides countless broken and dislocated bones, he had a serious brain injury. After several hours in surgery his condition was still highly critical.

Peter was staring at his friend. He felt reminded to a similar picture so many years ago. The time there really got to know each other and became friends, best friends.*

A constant spike on the heartmonitor showed, he was still here despite all other signs actually wanted to show him something different. A bloodpressure cuff was on his left, the IV on his right arm. Bags with fluids and a bloodtransfusion by the bed. His right forearm was in a cast.

Half of his face seems to be fighting a contest against the other half covered in white gauze about who's got to be more pale. Sam's skin had a slight advantage, for the gauze was painted with red dots bleeding through.

The sharp contrast of his white chest against colourful bruises, copied from a rainbow, littering it, was disturbing. A tube snaked from under the sheets, leading into a bag with a puddle of light red.

On every part of his exposed skin there were cuts and lacerations. Some of them dressed, some of them stitched, some just hardly touched.

Peters legs were getting more unsteady the longer his eyes scanned the limb body of his friend. He grabbed for a chair and set by his bed, instinctively but gently touching his left bruised hand. There was a slide hiccup in Sam's heartbeat. Peter didn't notice his eyes gotten wet, only now just realised it as the tears started falling.

"God dammit Sammy. I thought, we left all of this shit behind." There was some movement throughout Sam's upper body. Peters voice sounded weak and low, almost unnatural. The lump preventing him to speak any louder.

"You know, it's 13 years today? 13 fucking years, since I saw you like this. To the fucking day, my friend, to the f..." A sob escaped his deepest core unintended, he couldn't end his sentence.

Finally, Peter swallow that lump and cleared his throat. He was fighting to brace himself again. Sam's breathing sped up a bit, it was kind of wheezing. It seemed as if, the atmosphere started to shift.

Peter though the temperature just drops by 10 degrees. Goosebumps crawled over his skin, while his subconscious was already processing what was about to happen.

'There was no way, he was gonna lose his friend over a stupid hiking trip, no fucking way. Not after all, he had been through. Not after his beating sadistic stepfather, not after the hell of social services, not after finally finding his place in life. No fucking way.' Anger was overflowing Peters mind and soul, the cold of his dark thoughts before was forgotten.

Sam's heart was definitely and undeniably acting out by now, his body longing for air. Something was more than wrong here.

Peters pushed the emergency button, his heart had dropped into his stomach. But his voice was strong again, yet still there was a tremor. "Andrew Samuel Cooper! You listen to me! If you decide, to give up on me now, I will most definitely follow you on your toes and kick your damn ass back down here. You understand me?!"

Sam's body was cramping, while his unconscious frantic grasps for breath were indicating, that he was about to suffocate. His limp hand fell back to the bed, when Peter was pushed out of the room. Hot tears just flowing down his cheeks.

(That was the moment, leading to the necessity of a chest tube.)

TBC (here)

I may have built a bridge to Sammys aka Andys (Andrew Samuel Coopers) past and how Peter and him get to know each other so many years ago. The whumpril stories stand for themselves, no reference to the whumping in May. Please have merci, those were my first writings.

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sticks-and-stones-are-great · 1 year

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Mediwhump May - Day 8

"Scared of Blood"

(Dark Shadows 1966)

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Willie knew he’d made a mistake before he’d even slipped. He had been sawing a piece of wood to size to repair the floor. A hand in the wrong spot. The gulf of time between realization and the consequences. He knew he had messed up. But he could do nothing to stop it.

The saw skipped.

White hot pain across Willie’s wrist, burning and tearing.

He froze.

Willie watched the blood bloom in the ragged wound. He let the saw drop to the floor with a clatter. He dimly heard himself panting. He couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t any air. His fingers went to his collar to loosen the buttons there but his hands were shaking too much.

Dark spots danced at the edges of his vision. The room whirled around him.

Blood ran down Willie’s arm from the wound, red and dark. He watched it drip onto the floor.

No, please, no.

It couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t bear it if it happened again.

Willie clamped a hand over the wound. He squeezed his eyes shut. That helped. A little. Not much.

He couldn’t breathe. His heart raced and stuttered. He was dizzy and hot and cold and sweating and oh god-

Those teeth were in him again.

He was alone in the dark. Alone with the monster. He was alone and no one was coming to save him.

Willie scrambled backward across the floor until his back hit the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest. He held his bleeding wrist close to his chest. Covering it. Hiding it.

Yes, hide it. If no one sees, he’s safe. No one can see it.

Warm blood, slick against his skin, coated his hands now.

Don’t look at it. Never look at it.

The wound throbbed and burned.

Willie slumped down to the floor. It was dusty but cool. He was dizzy. He kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t breathe. He was dying, wasn’t he? Dying alone in the dark. Again.

Ringing in his ears. Everything faded away. Faded to darkness.

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MediwhumpMay Day 26 - Sedation

"It will all be ok."

"It's what's best for you."

"I only want to help you."

The black numbness was always accompanied by with those falsely soothing words, but Aziphem never knew what would be different when he woke up. Would he have all of his organs? His limbs? His tail? Would he be able to breath? Maybe his horns would be shaved down and bleeding.

At this point, he preferred to deal with the pain of being awake for almost every surgery. At least then he knew what they were doing to him. Of course, the squirming made onlookers... uncomfortable. As if they hadn't considered he would act so human. To placate them, the demon had been regularly sedated in order to make procedures go more smoothly.

As Kotarou laid the mask gently on his face, Aziphem twisted, trying to pull away. He didn't want to sleep away another moment of his life, even if that meant feeling his own vivisection.

"Shhh, it will be so much easier this way." Those gloved hands stroked him gently, holding the airflow tight around his nose and mouth. "I don't want you to suffer more than needed."

How could he let the angel know he was suffering, that all of this was suffering. It didn't matter if he was conscious to feel it or not.

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MediwhumpMay Day 25 - Shaking

This takes place immediatly after Day 24 (Here)

This was SUPPOSED to be a torture and whump blog but Yall got me invested in this human. Officially named Warren Vale, the Doctor from the POVs is now a character.

And I need sleep

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MediwhumpMay Day 11 - Alt Prompt Poisoning

CW: attempted suicide, stomach pump, discussion of surgery, vomit

Demons never slept, but to Aziphem, this blurred state of consciousness was the next best thing.

Of course the first few sips of holy water could only have been ironically described as hell; it burned it's way down his throat and festered in his stomach. Even when he had been forced to drink boiling water it hadn't been this back, at least then the nerves were burnt beyond use.

After the first bag of holy water, he really started to question if this was the right idea. Suicide had never been an option before. No matter the pain, no matter what they broke in him or took from him he had only ever endured.

But they were going to open his spine, cut him from skull to hip, and unweave the delicate strands of his tail from the wrapping of his spinal cord. They were going to pry his horns from his head and cleanse his eyes. The pain he would have to endure was beyond comprehension, but the idea of surviving, of having to see himself mutilated into that angel's vision was what made him strain against his bindings to sink his teeth into the second bag

This time a dribble spilled down his lips, burning thin acid lines into his face. A feeling of ice and molten metal accompanied the water, burning in a way he knew an angel would never feel.

It was after bag 4 that the shaking started. He could barely strain hard enough to sink his teeth into that last offering his captor had foolishly left in his grasp. 5 liters of Holy Water, that would have to do it.

His body wanted to live, it desperately tried to expel the caustic fluid, but as the vomit retched itself into his mouth Aziphem forced himself to swallow it back down. Not having enough in his stomach would spare his life, and he couldn't risk that.

Wasn't his idea for a final meal, but it would have to work.

The world had started to dull by the time the foaming started. He assumed it was from the Holy Water eating through his stomach, bubbling up and spilling from his mouth. There was an ache growing from his abdomen, probably where the hole was being formed. He wondered for a moment, would it eat itself out through his skin before he died?

He hoped not.

And thankfully, the world had already started to go fuzzy, feeling almost as if he was going to fall asleep. Was this what death was supposed to be like? Peaceful? He closed his eyes, hoping to drift away.

Unfortunately, death was never meant to be kind.

Aziphem woke himself up with his own screaming, only aware of the violent burning engulfing his torso. He needed to live, he needed to puke, but his body refused to move. It had to be over soon, this was the last pain he would feel-

Large hands grabbed his restraints, practically tearing him out of the chair. All he could see were blue gloves, the figures attached to them blurry and near nonexistant in his delirious state. He couldn't even tell if he was begging them to save him or to let him die.

The chair gave way underneath him in return for a cold metal table. One of the sets of blue gloves was holding his head in place, shoving something in his mouth. The texture felt like plastic but he couldn't tell.

"You're going to keep his throat open so I can insert the nasal tube."

He knew that voice. Damn angel. But he had won, he was dead. Stupid angel, you lost your plaything. Aziphem started to laugh, or tried to. White foam spilled out of his mouth onto the table.

"Shhh, you're alright now, I've got you." The words were somehow clear, as if Kotarou was whispering directly into his ear. "Alejo, hold him."

"Yugh Looth" Aziphem managed to laugh through the mouthful. "Yough don haf me anymoh"

"Oh no, I still have you." The tone changed from sweet to cold in a moment. "I'm not letting you die that easily."

The tube rested at the entrance of his nose, a moment to take in the angel's threat. But it didn't wait for his permission, slowly feeding it's way into his nasal passage like a snake. Cold, hard, invasive and sliding down his burned throat. Instinctively Aziphem pulled back, gagging as it fed its way into his esophagus, but the blue gloves held his horns in place.

He tried to scream as the holy water he had tried to poison himself with was drawn from his body in long slow pumps. He could hear the large syringe being emptied into something before returning to the tube he could feel in his stomach.

"I've got you, you won't die in my hands." Latex fingers ran through his hair as the tube jostled in his stomach. As much as that was intended as a comfort, it would only ever be a threat.

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demondamage · 1 year

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MediwhumpMay Day 7 - First night in the Hospital

I am once again not feeling comics, so have a drawing and writing instead.

CW Restraints, intimate-ish whumper

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"I hope you understand the necessity of these." Kotarou sighed gesturing to the extensive restraint system holding Aziphem into place. "With time hopefully we can replace them with... less invasive measures.

As unmoving as those black eyes were, Aziphem's third eye betrayed him, following every move Kotarou made as he pulled up a rolling chair and clip board. That would be dangerous in the wild, but Kotarou had caged enough demons to know their limits.

"You might not remember me, they had your body temp pretty low last time I saw you. I don't think you were conscious." He tried a comforting smile. "I go by Kotorou, and I've been here for... well close to 12 hundred years by now if my math is right. So, you're in well experienced hands. You could consider me.. a doctor of sorts."

Unwavering silence responded, that single vertical eye affixed to him. A little unnerved, Kotarou flipped through the pages on his clipboard.

"It uh, seems last you heard you were going to be executed. Go in to freeze and never wake up. So, this must be a little bit of a... shock. But you might be worth so much more to us, and as such I was able to indefinitely stall the execution. As long as you are... scientifically useful you will be allowed to remain alive. Of course... I do have higher hopes than just that. The unique circumstances surrounding your turning make you a prime candidate for rehabilitation. You could be a first for history."

Pulling his chair a hint closer, the angel reached out to brush a strand of hair from the demon's face. "You could be human again. Or at least close enough to live a somewhat normal life. Isn't that exciting?"

Finally reacting, the demon snarled and jerked forwards, yet failed to faze the angel. Cornered animals may be unpredictable, but the length of chain never wavered. He smoothed the hair to the side, feeling the grease lingering on his fingers.

"You need a shower. And a change of attitude." He chuckled, standing up. "If you think that these outbursts will change my mind, you don't know what's coming little demon. But don't worry, I won't give up on you so easily."

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demondamage · 11 months

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MediwhumpMay day 22 - Doctor becomes the patient

Cw: iv, blood, forced transformation, spoilers for a later arc

ALSO THIS WAS DONE ON PROCREATE ON CA'S POTHOLE INFESTED ROADS!! I'll definitely be revising this at some point.

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MediwhumpMay Day 21 - Field medicine

This was written on my phone and is not stellar so warning

Cw: broken bones, nothing graphic tbh

"I dunno doc, I ain't ever see nothing like this before."

If Jonah hadn't seen it in this forest before, no one else would have. You only ever really saw the Wildman on the rare occasion that he hurt himself too bad to fix with a little duct tape and spit.

"Shouldn't this be a job for animal control?" You ask, looking forward into the bramble thicket Jonah had lead you to. There was definitely something there, you could hear the wheezing and growling.

"It had horns like an animal sure, but it ran like a man. I'd call the police but, well, I still got warrants. Anyways, it's hurt. So I called you."

"Of course." You sigh, adjusting the doctors bag on your shoulder. "So you shot someone and need me to patch them up so you don't get a manslaughter charge?"

"My shot missed!" Jonah grunted. "Something else did that."

"Sure Jonah. Look, might be best for you to back up and let me deal with it."

"You sure you don't need me here? Gun could be useful.

"Or that gun will scare whoever it is off. Go home." You dismiss the older man, who grumpily dissapears into the woods. Alone at last.

The thing in the brush groans again, this time you can hear it sputtering and coughing. That was distinctively not an animal, and as a doctor it was your place to help whoever it was.

"Hello?" You call out to the thicket, hoping to get a response. Silence. Not simply a lack of response but complete silence. The rustling and groaning ceased, letting you truly hear the lack of any other wildlife. "I'm a doctor, are you injured?"

"Don't touch me." A voice snarls back, suddenly on the defense.

So it was a man. Or… if Jonah was telling the truth, man enough.

"If you're hurt, I can help you." You call out, stepping closer to the thicket. Sharp thorns snag your clothes and scratch your skin, but you manage to pull the brambles apart.

It definitely was not human.

The form of the creature mimicked a human's, arms legs and head all in the places they should be. But the limbs and digits were just a little too long, stained black to the torso. It's eyes blinked black, as if filled with charcoal, which only distracted for a moment from the third unblinking yellow eye in its forhead. And when that maw opened to snarl at you, there were unmistakably too many teeth. This creature was not of this plane or existence, and it wanted you to know it hated you.

Yet, as evil as it was, the longer you looked at it the more you realized it was broken. Thick leather restraints bound it's wrists together with a matching band collared around its neck. It's ankles must have also been bound, marks from broken bonds still visible on its legs. And then there were the gashes, sliced across its back in an immistakable criss cross pattern. Whip marks.

Did your hippocratic oath apply to this thing?

Maybe it was your years of training. Maybe you just felt bad for it. But, you couldn't just leave it here unattended.

"Hey, hey you're hurt." You quietly set down your medicine bag, getting down on its level. The collar was locked, but retrieving a large knife from your bag you were pretty sure you could cut the leather. "Stay still I can get you out of that."

At first the creature hissed, but as you lift your knife to cut its bonds, that anger fades to something else. Eyes closed, body crunched, waiting. Bracing for you to hurt it.

It even whimpered as you slid the knife under it's collar, straining and pulling to break that thick leather. It was as if any moment you would turn that blade and slice its throat. It wasn't until the collar finally gave and you pulled away the kine that the creature opened its three monstrous eyes.

"I can probably get your hands free too if you let me."

This time the creature obliged, holding its hands out to you and letting you cut the bonds. Rubbing it's now free wrists, the creature finally spoke again.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." You pull back, letting it sit up with some space. "Look, you're hurt. Let me take you to a hospital, those gashes look deep."

"No!" It was a slight hiss as the creature pulled away, gasping in pain. There was definitely something broken in those legs based off how it crawled. "I appreciate your help human, but i won't let you take me."

"Look I can't just let you go like this." You chose to ignore the human comment. "If you won't let me take you back, let me patch you up here."

It took a moment for it it agree, testing it's broken leg before speaking.

"Y-yes please."

At least this creature had some semblance of manners. You pull a long bandage from your bag and decide to address the leg first. It was definitely broken, and if you had it your way you would be setting it in a cast. But for now you would have to make do with a bandage.

"Alright, I'm going to have to re-set the bone into place. It's going to hurt like hell since I don't keep anesthesia on hand. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I– will it help me walk sooner?"

"Yes. Although you will still need to rest it for a while."

The creature paused for a moment, then finally nodded. "Do it."

You grip the foot tightly, noting the rough texture of the blackened skin. Hopefully it's bones were similar enough to do this right.

"On three. One…" You position yourself. "Two…" It curls itself, ready for the pain. "Three."

You've reset plenty of bones in your time, and heard plenty of screaming along with it. But nothing could match the animalistic roar emanating from the pained creature. It was low, guttural, something between a roar and a moan. You managed to pull the shattered leg bones into a workable place just before it pulled away from your grasp.

And then came the teeth.

Hot breath and fangs locked around your neck, forcing you to the thorn coated ground. A tangled mess of black hair curtained your face, moving slightly as the creature huffed and gasped, teeth pressing your throat.

Yet it didn't bite.

"I still need to wrap it." You whisper, careful not to even swallow less it cause the teeth to pierce your fragile throat. "Can I do that?"

"I'm sorry." It murmered through the mouthful, loosening it's grip slightly. "I'm sorry, I can't control it. I shouldn't have let you do that."

"It's alright. It's alright." You gingerly pull away, the creature releasing your neck. It hadn't occurred to you how loud your heart had beaten in your ears. "That's the hard part, it's all easy now. I just have to wrap it."

"I can't let you touch me again." It shook its head. "I don't want to hurt you."

"And I don't want you to fuck it up again." You lift the previously discarded bandage. "Lay still.

The creature paused for a moment before obliging, sprawling out on the thorns with it's foot in front of you. Every moment as you wrapped it, you watched those stained teeth for movement. But to the creatures credit, it only bit into a branch it had grabbed.

"I'm guessing you won't let me touch your back?" You ask, tying off the bandage.

"I wouldn't risk it." It shook its head, pulling away from you. "I can't- I cant control myself. And I don't want to hurt you after all you've done."

Under other circumstances you would have protested, but with teeth marks still fading from your neck you didn't want to test your luck.

"I'll stop by tomorrow with antibiotics then."

"I won't be here."

"You won't get far on that leg of yours."

"Maybe not. But if I don't try, they'll find me." The creature sighed. "Thank you. I won't forget this."

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