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🎥: Charles Leclerc for f1lasvegas TikTok
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#charles leclerc#f1#*#my edit#las vegas gp 2023#OMG#911 what's your emergency#hello i would like to report a CRIME
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the episode began with buck being choked something something he had trouble speaking when he needed to + eddie getting punched in the balls something something unable to [redacted] i love making analogies out of nothing
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Whumptober Day 11
Kaku x Reader
"Here let me see that," Kaku offered, reaching to take your hand so he could look at your arm better.
"I can do it myself," you scoffed and moved your arm away from him.
Kaku frowned but didn't say anything. He watched your turned your back to him and rewrapped your bandages. You were just as reckless as Jabra and stubborn as Kalifa, always insisting you were anything but delicate. Why had he fallen for you?
Kaku thought back to when the two of you went on your first undercover mission as teens.
"Kaku! Check this out, it's a yellow hooooorse!" you exclaimed and point at the animal that caught your attention.
Kaku chuckled at your enthusiasm and the way you pronounced horse. "No, [Y/n], that's a giraffe."
"I- I knew that!" You puffed your cheeks and turn away from him. It didn't stop Kaku from laughing. You didn't let it keep you down because you moved on to the next strange thing you saw. "Look, it's a green aaaaaaaple!"
That's when Kaku learned the best way to blend in was to let your enthusiasm and fascination for the world take over, he learned it from you. He became better undercover and went on more missions as your partner, sometimes acting as a couple, however-
"They're going to get infected if you leave them sloppy like that," Kaku stated, gently taking your arm. Slowly, he unravelled the messy bandages before he started wrapping them around your arm, careful to make sure you didn't lose circulation. "Does it hurt?"
"No..." you mumble glancing in the other direction.
"There, as good as new," Kaku smiled and patted your arm, singling he had finished.
"It's not new," you told him, unamused as you stood up and began walking out the door.
"It's just an expression," Kaku replied, not knowing if you heard him or not.
It wasn't acting on his part anymore, that's just how he acted with you when you gave him the chance. Usually, you only allowed him while undercover, that's why he took those kinds of missions when he got the chance. However, the last one you didn't join him, and it just so happened to take five years. Five years it took until he could see you again.
"Kaku, Spandam wants us to report back to his office," Kalifa informed him, standing by the doorway. "Franky is making commotion again."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Though he'd rather not, all he wanted was to talk to [Y/n].
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"Wake up square giraffe!" Jabra slapped Kaku, finally waking him up.
"Urghh, do you have to be obnoxious all the time-" Kaku tried to insult but stopped as he began to cough out blood. As if all at once, his insides screamed in agony. That swordsman did a number on him.
"Say it for later, we're getting out of here before the marines find us. Blueno's just getting the last of us," Jabra informed Kaku.
Kaku tried to sit up but even the smallest attempt made his body cry. Pain blocked the nerves from responding properly so he decided to stay lying down. He did his best to see who was with them. There's Kumadori, Fukuro, Kalifa...
"Where's [Y/n]?" Kaku asked Jabra, a little worry slipping out.
"Blueno's still looking for her I guess," Jabra shrugged as he kept an eye out. Kaku saw him narrow his eyes and then smirk. "Speak of the devil," he chuckled. The footsteps drew closer and Jabra frowned. "Ooh, what the fuck happened to your arm?"
Kaku's worry became visible. He tried his hardest to lift himself up so he could see you. Tuning out all the screaming his body did to stay still, Kaku hoisted himself on a crumbled wall. Instantly his eyes focused on you, or rather what was missing from you.
"It's nothing, the loud mask guy just got his exploding bullet in my wound and blew it off," you tried brushing it off but anyone could see you were struggling to suppress the pain as you walked. "It's not important, where-"
"[Y/n]..." Kaku sucked in a breath, gathering all the strength he had. "Let me see your arm."
Both you and Jabra looked at Kaku like he grew a second head.
"Are you fucking serious?" Jabra question. "You can barely get up, who the fuck are-" he stopped when he saw the dark aura behind you as you approached Kaku.
With the hand you had left, you slapped Kaku across the face. He looked back with hurt eyes but they dissipated to fear when you grabbed his turtleneck's collar. Your fierce eyes bore into him.
"Stop caring whether I get hurt or injured!" You yelled in his face. You sounded angry, you were angry- no... you were- "I'm not some delicate flower who can't take care of herself! I can kick ass just fine! You need to start looking out for yourself! You- You almost got yourself a ticket to death's door!"
Kaku's eyes were wide with surprise. Your entire face had painted itself with irritation but your eyes... Your eyes were watering, spilling concern and worry that you've never shown before.
"Stop worrying about me when you need to worry about yourself." With that said, you let go of his collar and walked over to Kumadori and Fukuro.
Kaku could only stare as a new kind of pain took over his attention. Heartache, his heart ached to see you in such a state, not just physically but emotionally. However, it only made it worse knowing you were experiencing the same feeling.
#whumptober2022#no. 11#no 11#911 what's your emergency#sloppy bandages#one piece#whump fanfiction#whump writing#angst pain#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#one piece kaku#kaku one piece#kaku x reader#kaku#cp9#one piece x y/n#one piece x you
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Whumptober 2022 Day 11: 911, What's your emergency?
Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint
Kyle trying to deal to an injury himself, before anyone else finds out about it.
#whumptober2022#no.11#911 what's your emergency#sloppy bandages#self-done first aid#kindall k series#art#bandages#hiding an injury#kyle kindall#whump art#this might be a good scene idea for KK4 👀#traditional art#traditional drawing
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Bad Blood (Part 1)
Pairing: Loki x 911-Operator!Reader
Warnings: fluff, mentions of stalking, stalking
Summary: You help a young girl while somebody follows her through the streets as a 911 operator, trying not to think of the very similar situation you had…
Find my other works on my Masterlist if you are interested!
You sigh, grabbing your lunch box off the counter. “See you later, hun.” You kiss the top of Loki’s head, feeling him shift under you. You smile, grabbing your keys off the counter, and write a quick note. You grab your phone off the charger, and rush out the door.
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You pull up your hair, clocking in. Alex had to go to the hospital, she’d started violently puking, and was getting dehydrated. That’s why you’d been called in, and you were glad to help out a friend.
You walk over to an empty station, putting your stuff down. Phone on the charger, and headphones on. The light on your station turns on as you hear the sound of a phone ringing on the computer. You pick up, and get to work. Today was going to be long.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
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Loki rolled over, going to cuddle his wife, but saw she wasn’t there. He shoots up in bed, worry running through him. Were you alright? He makes his way to the kitchen, trying to calm down enough to think.
Loki looks around, seeing your lunchbox was gone and a note on the counter.
Sorry, I got called in. Alex had to go to the hospital, and they needed someone to cover her station. I’ll call you when I get a chance. Love you, have a good day. ❤️
Loki smiles, relaxing. You were just at work. He could feel his heart slowing down, no longer panicking. Loki looks at the note again, seeing a time: 4:26. So you’d been gone for 2 and a half hours. You always wrote the time if you got called in while Loki was asleep.
He could relax, knowing you were safe. Loki turns on the kettle, and goes to your shared room, getting dressed. Loki checks his phone, seeing no new messages. No news was good news.
Loki smiles, remembering how he’d met you.
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You had been walking down the street, tired after a long day. You only had two more blocks, and you’d be at your apartment. But you couldn’t, not yet, somebody was following you.
You had ducked into the nearest store, wandering through the aisles as you looked for your taser. You weren’t going to take any chances.
Loki watched as a woman walked into the store, looking in her purse, her eyes darting up and around every few seconds. Was she in trouble? He shook his head, why should he care? He didn’t know her, it wasn’t any of his business.
He watched as a man walked in only mere seconds after you, and Loki could tell- this man was danger. The way he was furtively looking around, the way he was carrying himself, his thoughts…
You glanced up, looking in the curved mirror above the aisles, seeing the person who’d been following you. You quickly duck around the end of the aisle, silently taking the taser out of its case.
You’d wait until he tried to do something, then it’d be self defense.
Loki carefully watched, wanting to do something, but what? It wouldn’t be justified, he didn’t know what was happening, but he could assume that that man meant to do harm to you.
You waited, your heart pounding. Your hand grips the taser, finger hovering over the power button. You could see him getting closer in the reflection of the glasses on the shelves, and you take a deep, silent breath.
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“Alright, do you know where you are, honey?” you ask, chewing on your lip. “No, I’m scared.” You take a deep breath, holding it before slowly breathing out. “Okay, I want you to look around, pull any earbuds out of your ears, and just start talking to me like you would a friend, alright?”
You hear a shuffling and muttering, and then the girl’s voice again. “Okay, so you were saying? Sorry, my headphones just died.” You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. Please work with me, you pray.
“Alright, look around again. Are there any stores you think you could duck into for safety? No sketchy stores, alright?” You wait, your heart pounding the longer the pause goes on.
Ding! Oh thank god. “Yeah, I just- give me a second.” You hear more shuffling and muffled somethings, and you curl and uncurl your hands.
“Okay, thanks. Yeah, I’m at the Dollar Tree on 5th and East, when are you going to get here?” You slump in your seat, relief flooding through your body. You quickly type in the address, checking all the necessary boxes and things.
“Alright, they’re on their way, stay put, but only if you feel safe, alright? Stay on the line, don’t hang up.”
“I know, but I’ve got stuff to do, and I need to get moving if I want to get it done.” Footsteps, and you feel your hands twitch. “If you need to go, go. Just don’t hang up until I let you know it’s safe. Can you ask for the bathroom key?” you ask, eyes darting between computer screens.
More unintelligible things, and you then a small jingle. “Yeah, Rebecca, I know, but what am I supposed to do? Just let her bully me?” A door opening, then a lock clicking shut, lights turning off.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Small beeps, and then you can hear her breathing again. “Alright Rose, did you lock the door behind you?” you ask, and a quiet “yes” is your response.
“They should be there in about…” you check another monitor. “3-4 minutes, can you stay with me until then?”
You swallow after hearing her mutter in agreement, trying to not think. If you thought, let your brain wander from helping Rose even for a second, you’d be screwed.
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Thank you so much for reading, yes, there will be a part two for you wonderful people. Sorry Loki wasn’t really in this one, but he might be in part 2!
If you want to be tagged in any future posts, just let me know darlings! Have a good day!
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#911 what's your emergency#stalker#911#loki x you#marvel fluff#marvel fanfic#marvel#loki fan fic#loki fanfic#SAS#i dont know what to put#haha#reader instert
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Josh/Eddie, Buck/Eddie parallels
As seen through interactions with May and Linda, Eddie is well liked in the Dispatch office.
Buck to Eddie: "You’re my problem. Your comfort level. You’re – you’re not supposed to just walk in here like you’ve been here for years. There’s supposed to be a getting-to-know-you period. You’re meant to respect your elders.”
Eddie to Buck: "I in no way meant to, uh, be too familiar or step on anybody’s toes."
So Eddie's friends at Dispatch are both girls and he's made the gay dispatcher feel displaced/threatened. HMMM.
How's therapy, Eddie Diaz?
#eddie diaz#911 buddie#911 s5#911 parallels#edmundo eddie diaz#buck and eddie#buck x eddie#josh russo#911 what's your emergency#how good is josh russo's gaydar#also what is up with Eddie's new haircut#today you're a guest in this house#we need more eddie and linda#eddie diaz x josh russo#josh russo x eddie diaz
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Whumptober Day 11: Sloppy Bandages (Spy x Family)
It’s time for a little fluff, especially after yesterday’s comic.
Dr. Anya is practicing her bandaging skills for today’s @whumptober prompt “sloppy bandages”
You can also check this out on Ao3 in my Whumptober Art & Drabble collection
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#whumptober2022#no.11#whumptoberday11#sloppy bandages#911 what's your emergency#spy x family#cute#anya forger#loid forger#spy x family fanart#fanart#loid and anya#spy x family comic
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please don’t leave me - steve harrington x reader
Plot: Steve’s demobat bite is more serious than everyone first thought.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader
Warnings: Implied character death, mentions of injuries, blood, infections/pus and the usual gross stuff. I...apologise in advance. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know!
Notes: This is for @whumptober Day 11: 911 What’s Your Emergency? and I also used the alternative prompt of Self Done First Aid. Obligatory I am not a doctor, so sorry if my medical knowledge sucks.
“Come on guys, it should be just around here somewhere.” Nancy explains, walking amongst the trees. Eddie, Robin, Steve and Y/N follow behind. As they walk, Y/N keeps a wary eye on Steve. What seems like only a few moments ago, the demobats attacked them, injuring Steve in his side. Since then, she’s been keeping a close eye on him, so that if something goes wrong, she can be the first one to help. Even though the thought of anything happening to Steve is her worst nightmare. They’ve already lost so much, and she can’t lose him too.
“You sure you’re alright?” She asks, and Steve chuckles lightly.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N opens her mouth again, and Steve cuts her off with an “I promise you Y/N. I’m okay.” He squeezes her hand for reassurance, and Y/N nods. Yet, she still keeps a cautionary gaze on him. Just in case. When Steve moves his hand to the wound on his side, Y/N furrows her brows, her concern increasing.
“Nance, how much longer do you think it’ll be? My feet are getting tired.” Robin asks, interrupting her thoughts for just a moment. Steve squeezes her hand once more. Hopefully, this will all be over soon. Then they can go home and finally be safe and happy together.
The group continues walking, Y/N and Steve hand in hand. Y/N keeps a protective hold on him. Just in case. Hopefully, they’ll be out of the woods soon. But then suddenly, Steve stumbles, his body dropping like a rock with an ‘oof’ as his body hits the ground. Immediately, Y/N is by his side. “Steve? Steve, what's going on?” He opens his mouth, but only emits groans of pain. Y/N looks over his face, pressing her hand to his forehead. He’s white as a sheet, and his skin is warm and clammy. Her blood runs cold. She’s no doctor, but she knows that this is bad. Especially how soon it came on. How did she not notice this? He seemed fine this whole time, but she’s his girlfriend. She should’ve noticed something was wrong. Why didn’t she fucking notice? “Steve, come on. Talk to me.” She pleads, but his words still come out as mumbled, and as hisses of pain. Her hands go to his bandage, and she unwraps it. As soon as she does, the problem is revealed. The wound is already leaking pus and blood. No doubt it’s infected. “Shit. Steve, come on, we’ve gotta get you out of here.”
“But the gate’s all the way back there, it’s too far-” A voice, either Nancy or Robin, speaks. Y/N doesn’t even register or care who it is.
“I’m not leaving him in the fucking Upside Down! He needs to go to a hospital!” she snaps. Immediately, she regrets it, mumbling an apology, which the voice seems to accept. Hurriedly, she rips at her shirt, trying to make another makeshift bandage through her tears. She whimpers, her hands shaking too much to wrap the fabric around his side. “Come on, come on…just take deep breaths for me.” She begs.
“I’ll do it.” Eddie kneels beside her, taking over, which Y/N gratefully accepts. Nervously, Y/N wrings her hands, hoping and begging to whatever higher power there is that it works.
“Is it bad?” Steve murmurs, opening an eye to look at her. Y/N realises this could be the last time she ever sees him open his eyes again, the last time she sees those beautiful brown eyes staring back at her. Her heart sinks. This can’t be the end. Oh god, why didn’t she notice things were more serious before now? It’s all her fault.
“Steve, we’re gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be fine. We just need to get you out of here.” She insists, trying to hide her tears and fear to keep both Steve and herself from freaking out even more. Although she knows it’s too late for that by this point.
“Y/N, he’s gonna be okay, alright? Metal people like him survive these kinds of things.” She recognises Eddie’s voice from beside her again as he gives her a squeeze. She nods, hoping to god it’s true. “Look, we’ll both take a side each and get him out, alright?”
Yet as they try to move him, Steve continues to groan in pain. He can barely make it a few steps without crying out in pain. “Steve, come on. You gotta move. We gotta go home.” Y/N urges gently, even though she knows this isn’t a good sign.
“I’ll be okay.” He murmurs, shuffling forward. “I just need to rest a bit.” Before she or Eddie can even react, Steve’s body drops again. Y/N falls with him, wrapping her arms around Steve’s shivering form as he leans against a tree trunk.
“Do you want my cardigan? Come on, I’ll give you it.” She asks, taking it off wrapping it around him. Steve looks over at her, staring at her as if he’s seeing her for the first time again.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs. “The prettiest girl in all of Hawkins, and you’re my girlfriend. I’m so lucky.” Managing a small smile, Y/N kisses his hand.
“And you’re the prettiest boy in all of Hawkins.” Steve chuckles, wincing a little at the pain. When he shuts his eyes again, Y/N gasps. “No, wait! Tell me about the future plans you had, remember?” Her voice quivers. “The ones with us moving away from Hawkins a-and having a family of our own. Yet we’d still come back and see the kids. Remember that Steve? Our life together?” Her stomach twists as she recounts the story. The story of the life they could’ve had together.
The life they should’ve had together.
The life they’ll never have together.
And the fact they won’t is all her fault.
“Yeah….” He murmurs.
“Come on Steve, just focus on me and my voice. I’ll be right here. I’m not letting you die. Come on, we’ve gotta see the kids graduate, remember? Our kids.” Opening his eyes once more, Steve manages a small nod, and Y/N breathes a small sigh of relief. At least he’s still awake, for now. “Think you can walk?”
“You know….” Steve lets out a breathless chuckle. “I thought you were out of my league at first. I was so nervous about asking you out. But I’m so glad I did.” He cups her face in his hand, wiping her tears away. “I love you so much. Never forget that, okay?”
And then, he goes still. “Steve?” Y/N asks. Nothing. “Steve, come on, you have to wake up. Please.” She begs. Still, nothing. “Steve please. Come on, don’t do this to me, please. Don’t leave me! Don’t leave us!” One final, anguished call rips through the night. “STEVE!”
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#whumptober2022#no.11#911 what's your emergency#self done first aid#stranger things#fic#death#implied character death#injuries#blood#pus#infections#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things imagine#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things oneshot
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Whumptober 2022 | Day 11
"911, what's your emergency?" | Makeshift splint
"At such a critical time, you shouldn't care too much. Can it be more important than your injured leg?"
The Untamed 13 | Lan Wang Ji - Wang Yi Bo
#whumptober2022#no.11#makeshift splint#the untamed#gifs#1x13#lan wangji#lan zhan#wang yibo#k drama#drama#whump#whumpedit#911 what's your emergency#field medicine#comfort#care#blood#hurt#cut#worry#pain#bleeding
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Whumptober2022 Day 11
No. 11: "911, What's Your Emergency?"
🔪Cupid's Last Wish episode 4
🔪Love Class episode 2
🔪Physical Therapy episode 2
🔪Reset episode 12
🔪You're All Surrounded episode 16
#whumptober2022#no.11#911 what's your emergency#cupid's last wish#love class#physical therapy#reset#you're all surrounded#screenshots#calling for help
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WHUMPTOBER 2022!
Prompt #11: “911, what's your emergency?”
Story summary:
Dick: Hello? 911, what's your emergency?
Tim: Hi, um I'd like to order one large cheese pizza.
Dick: Did you say a pizza? I'm sorry this isn't... oh.
Or, Tim calls 911 and when Dick picks up he asks for a pizza, Tim’s hidden code for 'I'm in a house with a violent family member and I need help.' Dick understands the message and rescuing Tim from his abusive dad becomes his #1 priority.
This will probably be my only story for Whumptober and I’m really happy to share it. I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think!!!
#whumptober2022#no.11#911 what's your emergency#fic#batman#whump#hurt/comfort#physical abuse#child abuse#tim drake needs a hug#dick grayson to the rescue#kid tim drake#batfamily#tim drake joins the batfamily early#jack drake is a horrible dad
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eddie 7x07 core
#this post really sums up the Ride that was this ep lmao#i do have another page w other characters for other episodes but i wanted to get these out before the ep on thursday lol#my edits#also sorry i had to cover chris in that one shot :/ mike wazowski type beat#911 abc#911 what's your emergency#911#eddie diaz#eddie x kim#eddie x shannon#eddie x marisol
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Rules of the Alley: There are No Doctors
Whumptober 2022 (@whumptober)
No. 11 - "911, WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY?"
Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint
Taglist: @whumperofworlds, @ocean-blue-whump, @actress4him, and @winedark-whump
CW: Bad first aid, homeless whumpee, blood, and gun violence mention
No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?” (Gen)
Sloppy bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint
Whumpee is hiding in an alley, their mind bustling with all that happened earlier in the day, from running away to then being chased by Whumper. They barely got away, but now their leg is suffering the consequences of fighting for their life, bleeding with a constant trickle of blood that mixed so eloquently in the puddle of water beside them.
They hate everything that is happening to them, and they shiver from the cool breeze that passes by them. They must get out of there and find some amount of reprieve from the chilling blasts of cool air and the inclement weather about to hit them. Whumpee focuses down the alleyway, despair hitting them as the eeriness of it all makes their fate all the more apparent.
The shitty excuses of lightbulbs flicker as though it’s rave night at the local bar/club, the sight of unwelcoming figures closing in on Whumpee, the unsanitary dumpster that is overflowing with the unwanted scraps of the dregs of society. It’s all making Whumpee wish their leg wasn’t damaged, but they must make it out of there in one piece. They tear away at their own filthy shirt riddled with mud and muck, tying it around their wound and placing more pressure over where the most blood is seeping out.
That should do it, I hope. Nothing else to do.
They force themselves up just as one of the figures from afar calls out to them. “Hey, whatcha doin’ all alone there, hmmm? Didn’t your parents tell you to come home by sundown?”
Whumpee rolls their eyes and uses the slippery brick wall to stand up again, the pressure on their joints reminding them of why they were on the floor in the first place. They grit their teeth in pain and turn their back on the figure.
The sounds of puddles being stepped in, the police sirens echoing far off, the screeching sounds of the metro’s brakes, and the hollering of the gang behind them make Whumpee’s anxiety go up.
“Did I tell you that you can walk away from me, bitch?!” The ringleader shouts inquisitively, the footsteps picking up in pace.
It’s now or never….
Whumpee fights back the agony ripping through them as they break off in a sprint down the alley, ignoring the shouting and the subsequent roars of pistols going off. They must get out of there, zigzagging through the maze of the alley until they pass by a boarded-up entrance with an opening just big enough for them to squeeze into.
With no ounce of hesitation, Whumpee trespasses the opening and covers their mouth to keep their pained wails to themselves, pressing back against the wall and hoping the gang won’t find them there. They can feel and hear their own heartbeat, rapidly thumping away in their heart, the throbbing sensation building up once more in their leg.
They can’t bring themselves to look away from the dimly lit world outside of the boarded door and windows, hoping they are well hidden in the shadows.
“Where are you, ya little fuck?! We just want to talk to you, is all!”
Yeah, right you want to talk… I’m just going to hang out here and die my own way, mmmkay?
A few seconds pass by after an eternity when the gang keeps moving forward, and Whumpee doesn’t realize they were holding their breath the whole time. They are safe for once, just as the rain begins to fall. They are thankful they are protected by the shelter they found, even if it’s still so cold.
They can finally look at their leg, and they grimace when they see how bad it really looks: the part of their shirt they used as a makeshift bandage is soaking in a disgustingly dark red with splotches of black from what they can only assume is the dust and dirt they picked up when dragging through the opening.
They open their shitty children’s backpack they had found in the dumpster earlier and pulled out a half empty bottle of vodka, tilting their head back and dousing their wound with it, crying silently and hitting the ground with their free hand to not scream. It’s only been a day of living out on the streets, and they are already bloody, depressed, and so over it all.
Though, they can’t say they miss Whumper. They lean their head back against the wall and listen to the rain crashing down against the puddles, cars, and closed garbage tins. It’s relaxing enough to fall into a slumber, hoping their wound doesn’t get infected by the next day. One can only hope. There are no doctors in the alley, so they have to make do with what they can.
#whumptober2022#no.11#911 what's your emergency#sloppy bandages#self done first aid#oc#whump#whumpee#homeless whumpee#whump prompt#generic whump#generic whumpee#blood#izzy writes
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Whumptober 2022 - No. 11 - “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”
Fili, T
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“911, what’s your emergency?”
“There’s a huge fire!’ [sound of glass popping and shatting] “I think there’s people inside!”
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Fili startles and is instantly wide awake when his phone rings.
It is 3:27am.
The exchange is quick. Fili gets dressed with the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder. When he gets home and falls into bed later he’ll notice that his socks do not match and that his t-shirt was on backwards.
He walks out his front door still shrugging into his coat and winding his scarf around his neck. The dashboard in his car says that it is 19F.
But he works up a sweat scraping the thick frost from his windows.
He was given an address in an area that he knows has a lot of old apartment buildings. He tries to steel himself for what he is about to walk into.
Car parked he grabs the vest from his trunk. With one look the police let him into the cordoned area. Despite the hour, plenty of people have gathered on the street to watch the flames reach towards the sky. Ladders and arcs of water silhouette against the flames.
But Fili does not look. He is not here to witness the human wreckage and be thankful that it is not his to deal with.
He spots the van that he needs.
The back of his vest has a large Red Cross logo. Beneath that it reads “Disaster Relief.”
“The trucks just got here,” Dwalin says, thrusting an armful of white plush blankets emblazoned with the Red Cross’ logo at Fili.
Fili nods and goes to work. He passes out blankets, white styrofoam cups of coffee, hot chocolate, and tea, holds and bounces crying babies, offers hugs, and a shoulder to cry on. He always asks for names, but by the end of it all they are all a blur—faces and names all blend together.
Some stand out, but most of them disappear and when he wakes up afterwards the whole event feels like a dream.
This time, as he lays in bed after driving home (and not remembering most of the drive) and having a shower to rinse ash and the sour smell of smoke from his hair, he vaguely remembers one face. And giving the person his cell phone number. Likely nothing will come of it, and Fili knows that. Who would want to be reminded of one of the worst nights of their lives whenever they saw someone?
But maybe not.
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Whumptober Day 11: "911, What's Your Emergency?"
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Hi," Malcolm breathed, "how are you?"
"I'm fine sir, what's the address of your emergency?"
Malcolm looked around.
"Um, I'm not sure."
"And will you be needing fire, medical, or police?"
"Medical is fine. I am the police."
"And what is your emergency?"
Malcolm looked down at himself.
"My insides are trying to escape."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm bleeding out."
"From where?"
"My organs. In the stomach region. Specifically my right and left lumbar regions and my umbilical regions. I took anatomy in college. I'm not exactly sure which organs of mine are spilling out right now but I would hazard a guess that it's at least my small intestine-"
The 911 operator cut him off.
"Alright sir, I just need you to apply pressure to your wound until help can arrive. What's your name?"
"Bright, Malcolm Bright."
"And you said you were a police officer?"
"Sort of."
"Is there anyone I can contact for you?"
"Gil Aroyo of the NYPD. Man he's gonna be so pissed at me."
"Alright Malcolm, just hold on. Can you tell me anything about where you are right now?"
Malcolm could hear her clacking away on her keyboard as he scanned his surroundings again.
"I'm in a dark room with a dingy light. I don't know how I got here. I assume I was taken by van."
"Do you have anything around you that can help identify your location?"
"Give me one sec."
Malcolm pulled the phone away from his ear and pulled up his weather app.
"It says I'm somewhere in Rochester."
"Alright, I'm going to try and ping your phone to see if I can narrow down your location," the dispatcher said. He heard her typing away at her computer again.
"Okay, Malcolm, I'm triangulating your location now, just hold on for me, okay? I've sent a notice to the Rochester PD, so they're getting ready to head out while I finalize your location. Just keep listening to the sound of my voice and keep pressure on that wound, okay?"
"Okay."
Blood was pouring out of Malcolm. His legs and knees were soaked from the blood pooling on the cement floor around him. His hands were hot and wet and his stomach was burning.
"How are you feeling Malcolm?"
"Gutted."
"Alright, just keep talking to me."
Malcolm nodded.
"So what happened that got you here, Malcolm? I want to give to police as much information as I can."
"My team and I, we're part of the homicide unit in the NYPD, were tracking down a killer."
"So what exactly do you do there?" The dispatcher asked. It almost sounded like it could have been a normal conversation between two strangers meeting, if it wasn't for Malcolm bleeding out on the floor. It just happened, sometimes, though.
"I'm a criminal profiler."
"Ah, wow. Must be a lot of school for that. What inspired you to become a criminal profiler?"
"My dad's a serial killer and I reported him to the police when I was seven."
The operator paused for a second.
"I see. Well, that sure is one hell of a way to get into a field."
"Sure is." Malcolm agreed. He paused for a second as well.
"I think I hear sirens. Are they close?"
The dispatcher clacked her keyboard keys a few more times.
"Yes, they're almost there. Just stay on the line with me until they arrive. You know how it goes."
"Yeah, I do. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The door to the room Malcolm was confined to burst open.
"Take care," the dispatcher hung up the phone.
"You too," Malcolm said back to the nothingness before letting the numbness wash over him and the blackness consume him.
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Whumptober Day 11: Self-Done First Aid (JJBA)
Double @whumptober post today. This piece is for the ‘Self-done First Aid’ prompt. Bucciarati thinks zippers are a good substitute for actual medical care.
You can also check this out on Ao3 in my Whumptober Art & Drabble collection
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