Just a classic scene.
Whumpee was lying weakly on the hospital bed in a semi-conscious or fully unconscious condition. The medical equipment that kept beeping around his bed indicated that Whumpee was still alive. You can see poor Whumpee with or without hospital gown, socks, blanket, bandages, stitches, casts, bruises, several ECGs on the chest, IVs, catheters or maybe diapers, oxygen masks or canula or ventilator, oximeters, blood pressure monitors, or whatever you can imagine.
Caretaker faithfully (and of course very worried) sat at Whumpee's bedside. Her hand always held Whumpee's hand.
Every time Whumpee moans in pain, Caretaker gently shushes and caress Whumpee's hair or cheek or hand to calm him down again.
If Whumpee feels uncomfortable and repeatedly wants to scratch his itchy scar, Caretaker will hold Whumpee's hand and gently stroke the itchy area.
Or when Whumpee had a tantrum and was about to remove the medical device attached to his body, instead of letting the nurse tie Whumpee to the bed, Caretaker patiently held Whumpee while whispering calming sentences like, "Sorry, Whumpee. I know you're uncomfortable, but believe me, you need it. Everything will be taken off as soon as you're better, okay? Just hold my hand if you feel uncomfortable anymore so I can help you feel better."
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Whumptober day 31: Bedside Vigil
Continuation of this one here
WAS gonna. add words! paragraphs, even! probably still will. but. word machine broke.
BUT HEY. I DID ALL OF THEM. ALL 31. ON TIME AS WELL.
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A Month of Whump Winter Whumperland 2023 - Day 12: Bedside vigil
Rescued deer guy, exhausted and passed out after an adrenaline crash. He might not wake up for a while.
Following being captured then left behind while the forest burned, and the flames crept closer, and no amount of struggling could get himsef free.
He's safe now. The fire can't reach him here. Neither can the hands of those who hunted him.
@amonthofwhump
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Imagine; A whumpee who's been pretty sick for a few days, and Caretaker's barely/hasn't slept. too preoccupied watching over whumpee and nursing them.
Finally, when the fever breaks and whumpee's semi-coherent for the first time in a while. they notice the bags under an exhausted Caretaker's bloodshot eyes.
"would...would you mind cuddling me?" Whumpee asks, voice hoarse and thick with fatigue, "M'cold."
of course, Caretaker obliges, yet still fights to stay awake. Whumpee needs them.
"You can take a nap if you wanna," whumpee says, getting as close to caretaker as they can "I know 'm gonna."
"But, whumpee, what if..." Caretaker starts but whumpee interrupts them.
"Caretaker, I'm alright now. you don't have anything to worry about. just try to sleep a bit."
"Promise you'll wake me if you need something?" Caretaker asks, their words already starting to slur drowsily.
"Promise."
And with that, both Caretaker and Whumpee slip into the first truly restful sleep that either of them had had in days.
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"How are they?" Teammate asked softly, sitting beside Caretaker.
"Fever hasn't gone down," Caretaker mumbled, stroking Whumpee's hand. "The idiot. They should've said something before they collapsed."
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