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Whump dialogue (Caretaker for delirious whumpee)
“Darling, you’re not making any sense…”
“Whumpee? Nonono- don’t mess with that! You’ll rip your stitches!”
“Shh… I know, I know. Just please lay still.”
“Open your eyes? Please, just for a moment?”
“Do you know where you are, Whumpee? Hey, nonono. Look at me. Do you know where you are?”
“I’ve told you already, dear… We’re at *insert location*.”
“Whumpee, like I said before, it’s not my blood. I’m alright. You need to calm down.”
“Whumpee! Whumpee! Whump-! God, please don’t make me sedate you…”
“Hey, can you tell me what month it is? No, Whumpee, I didn’t hit my head. Just answer the question, dear.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that I ‘smell like home’ because I’m not sure if this is the right time to emotionally unpack that statement.”
“Whumpee, don’t try to tell me you’re fine. Half the words out of your mouth are complete nonsense.”
“I know it hurts, Whumpee. It’s alright. I promise…”
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whumpshots · 10 months
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Whump Snippet Saturday #35
"N-no, go away," whumpee mutters, eyes only half-open as they try to push caretaker away. Their fever has gone up since the last time they checked on them, but caretaker is still surprised to see them like this.
Eyes glassy and unfocused, huddled in the corner of the room, trying to make themselves smaller than they already are.
"I don't know where they are," they continue and shrink away even further, ignoring the pain these movements must cause. Their hands are shaking from fear, the rest of the body probably from exhaustion.
Caretaker crouches down next to them, giving them as much space as possible. "It's me, kid," they say softly and wait for a reaction, but whumpee is too out of it to notice.
Caretaker sees the tears on the other's cheeks and puts their fingers gingerly on the their hand. "It's me. I won't hurt you, kid."
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whumpy-bi · 9 months
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Whumpee can’t quite remember what happened. They remember blood, pain, and the constant aches and shivers, but not much else. The details had become a haze in the endless void.
Someone was talking to them. They tried to sit up, to move towards the voice, but it hurt too much.
The voice quietly urged them, accompanied by a warm touch to their arm.
“You’re okay, Whumpee. Just try not to move, okay? You’re gonna be alright, you can relax.”
They wanted to cry, and Whumpee couldn’t tell why. They wanted to reach out to the voice, to feel its comfort and warmth all over.
“You’re safe now, okay? I’m gonna make sure you feel better.”
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witchy-shortcake · 9 months
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Are you alright back there, kiddo?
The child didn't say say a word. They were curled up at the back of the car, looking through the window.
Every time A drove through a bump in the road they would hear a small pained sound coming from the kid's mouth. They had never been the type of person to panic when one of their studients got sick, after all B wasn't their child but something about the sight of B resting their head on the car Window, pale as a ghost and switching between slurred feverish mumbling and barely audible cries made A's heart shatter.
We're almost there, okay? You Will be resting in bed in no time.
The kid nods their head, exhausted and shivering.
The rest of the trip was spent in total silence, apart from the noises the car made. Every few minutes A would look at the back of the car, hoping that the poor child had already fallen asleep. Insead, A's glances would meet B's tired eyes, still looking around at the complete darkness that surrounded the road.
Only a few minutes more...
(Did i write this based off a single piece of fanart i found on Pinterest? The answer is yes)
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jordanstrophe · 1 year
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Whumpee’s drifting in and out of consciousness, every time in a different mood than the last. Sometimes they're too exhausted to move; other times they cry and panic; occasionally they just quietly look around trying to remember what happened, where they are, and how they got there.
-And then they remember.
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whumperer-86 · 9 months
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When his deciple locked him up without blanket nor warm wine as he asked him to get he got really feverish and his deciple immidiatly took care of him
Wow that's the best whump ever
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cryptidwritings · 1 month
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Whumpee is sick and has insomnia, the only time they "rest" is when they have a fever, and once the fever breaks they lie awake exhausted but unable to actually sleep.
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1/5/7?
Hi Anon! I’m guessing you’re asking for the hurt/comfort ask game. If so, here you go! Thanks for your patience while I got around to this! In fact, there's another snippet that uses these exact numbers, you can find it here!
From this ask game
“The entrances to Whumper’s base are here and here,” Leader said, pointing to two points on the map, “they have guards stationed at each, along with other security measures, and- Whumpee?”
Whumpee jumped up in their seat. Aside from being the only one sitting down, they were also the only one not paying attention. Their glazed eyes stared at Leader, then the map.
“Are you okay?” Leader asked.
“Mhm,” Whumpee nodded.
Whumpee pointed to the tree line on the map, then to the center of the building.
“Whumper has entrances here and here,” Whumpee slurred.
Caretaker strode over to Whumpee, staring at them. Whumpee seemed to be looking right through them. Caretaker snapped in their flushed face, and it took far too long for Whumpee to blink. Within seconds, Caretaker’s hand was pressed to their forehead.
“Hm,” Caretaker said, brows furrowed, “Leader, I think Whumpee needs to sit this one out.”
Leader came over and felt Whumpee’s forehead. They winced.
“I think you’re right,” Leader said, “Whumpee, how long have you been feverish?”
“Hm?” Whumpee asked, “’m not f’v’rish, jus’ tired.”
Caretaker lifted Whumpee out of their seat.
“Come on, to bed with you.”
The sudden upward movement made Whumpee’s head spin. They looked over at Caretaker, whose mouth was moving with no sounds coming out. In fact, Whumpee couldn’t hear anything but a faint ringing. Whatever happened next went by too fast for them to register. All they knew was one minute they were standing, and the next they were looking up at two blurry faces.
“…umpee… Whumpee!” Caretaker shouted.
“What?” Whumpee mumbled.
“You just fainted,” Leader said, almost in disbelief.
“Did not,” Whumpee argued, trying to prop themselves up.
Caretaker and Leader both pushed Whumpee back down to the floor.
“Did too, stay down,” Caretaker ordered.
Caretaker and Leader exchanged words in hushed whispers. Whumpee tried to make out what they were saying, but before they could, Caretaker had slipped an arm under their legs and another behind their back and lifted them into a bridal carry.
“Stoooop,” Whumpee mumbled, “I can walk!”
Caretaker ignored them, instead carrying them out of the basement and to their bed, Leader right behind them. Leader pulled back the covers while Caretaker laid them down. Leader gently tucked Whumpee in.
“Wha’ about Whumper?”
“Whumper isn’t going anywhere,” Leader said, “we can infiltrate their base another day.”
Caretaker left the room and came back shortly with a bottle of medicine and a damp cloth. Leader sat Whumpee up and Caretaker fed them the medicine.
“Tastes bad.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Caretaker laid them back down and set the damp cloth on their forehead. Whumpee sighed at the soothing sensation. They blinked slowly. Now that they were in bed, the only thing they wanted to do was drift off, away from the fever. Their eyes fluttered shut and their breathing deepened as they slipped into sleep.
Caretaker and Leader sat on either side of Whumpee as they fell asleep. They exchanged worried looks with each other.
“How did this happen without us noticing?” Caretaker asked.
“More importantly, how long are they going to be like this?” Leader added, “if they get any worse, we’ll have to take them to the hospital.”
Whumpee slept on, blissfully ignorant of the situation Whumper’s poison had put them in.
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blackrosesandwhump · 5 months
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Whump Prompt 119
Write something based on this concept:
No one knows why whumpee is so ill. Feverish and coughing up blood, he falls into an uncomfortable doze...and has a nightmare that his illness is connected to the house itself.
And his nightmare turns out to be real.
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biggest-whump-fan · 1 year
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I'm not that kind of talent ch 12
I told u guys, this manhwa is FULL OF WHUMP 😩🤌🏻
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Riot Kings, pages 1D and 2D
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bloodsweatandpotato · 2 years
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Hotel/motel Whump
Escaped/on the run whumpee laying low in a shabby motel, hiding black eyes and bloody noses from the person at the front desk, praying they don’t get the cops called on them.
Whumpee tied up and gagged in a bathroom, hearing guests and staff passing by outside the paper-thin walls, oblivious to whumpee’s muffled cries for help.
Caretaker running to the ice-machine with paper cups and plastic buckets, frantically filling the containers and rushing back to the room where whumpee lays with a too-high fever.
Caretaker paying for a nice hotel room, leaving whumpee speechless at both caretaker’s kindness, and the ‘luxury’ of the place. Maybe they wrap themselves up in the clean white sheets, or finally take a warm shower, or relax their aching muscles in the hot tub/pool.
Whumper herding whumpee inside a motel, asking for a room while whumpee attempts to signal to the person at the desk that they’re being kidnapped. The person plays along for a minute, appearing horrified and concerned, before their mask cracks and they laugh along with whumper, joking about how much fun whumper is going to have breaking whumpee.
Paranoid whumpee barricading the door to their room with anything they can find, untrusting of the flimsy latch. Even then, maybe they stay awake the entire night, too anxious to sleep.
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whumpshots · 1 year
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Whump ABC #6 - Fever
Based on the results of this poll.
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"Here, drink this," caretaker mutters after helping whumpee sit upright and holds a bottle of water to their lips. Whumpee luckily drinks a few sips before lying back down again, shivering under the blanket.
Brows furrowed, caretaker softly touches their forehead with the back of their hand. "That fever should have died down a little by now... How are you feeling?" They watch whumpee swallow and blink tiredly.
"N-not good," is all they manage to ask as they blink again, eyes apparently going in and out of focus. "Air," they add and fight against their heavy lids, begging to be closed. Their body is drenched in sweat, trying to regulate their temperature that is sti way too high.
"I will open the window," caretaker says and tries to ignore the stuttering heartbeat against their chest, worry punching them in the stomach, turning its fist to make it even worse. As whumpee shivers under their blankets, caretaker gets them a wet cloth to put on their forehead.
They can see the goosebumps on their flushed skin, strands of hair stuck to their sweaty forehead, which they brush away with careful fingers to put the cloth on their skin, hoping it will do something.
"Stay?", whumpee mumbles, fingers reaching out from under the blanket, which caretaker intertwines with their own. They nod and watch whumpee fall asleep, hopefully this time they aren't haunted by their feverish dreams and get some rest.
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zoethehead · 3 months
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Tw: infection, mentioned amputation, unattended injuries, trauma
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All that Elliot knew was the stinging pain as he awoke in a gloomy forest. He looked around, his eyes soon focusing on his mangled left arm. Elliot knew that he had to find shelter-- and quick, as he heard the sounds of animals snarling surrounding him. He limped the best that he could trying his best to not scream at the searing pain that branched throughout the various gashes and injuries in his body. He soon stumbled upon an empty cave, staying there in hopes that he could either tend to his wounds or finally die.....
For days Elliot stayed up-- too scared to fall asleep, barely holding onto a sharpened rock as his weapon-- he felt his left arm rot, festering and putrifying from it being left unattended.
*crunch*
Elliot jolted, he knew that someone was here to possibly finish the job.
The cave was dark, soon; a bright orange light shone through.
Elliot squinted, shielding his eyes with his rotting left arm.
The figure approaching him let out a gasp and dropped their weapon.
"P-please, don't hurt me!" Elliot said weakly, barely able to muster up another word as he collapsed, a bad fever coursing through him.
"You poor, poor man....." the figure spoke.
With a slight woosh, the figure took off their cloak.
Elliot winced slightly as he felt the cloak wrap around his damaged body as he was being picked up.
"Shh.... no worries.... you're safe now....." the figure spoke, holding onto Elliot.
A weary and woozy feeling soon took over Elliot, as he passed out; although he was scared to fall asleep, knowing the nightmares that would await him.
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The next few moments were unclear to him.
He heard muffled voices, and his left arm stung badly, feeling the nerves blazing like the flames from the explosion that had torn him up in the first place.
But he also felt the distressing trauma of the war lingering in his mind, an unyeilding and never ending thing that he couldn't get rid of.....
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whumperer-86 · 1 year
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Insect Totem Cdrama ep16-17
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fluffyblueblanket123 · 10 months
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Sleepy and feverish whumpee
Enough said
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