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chiharuuu22 · 4 months

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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."

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #caretaking #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump writing #whump scenario #whump dialogue #recovery whump #whump fic #medical whump #unconscious whumpee #whumpblr #hospitalized #hospitalized whumpee #worried caretaker #bedside vigil

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simply-whump · 1 year

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Island Part 2 : Episode 6

#island part 2 #island season 2 #island #asian whump #whump #kdrama #korean drama #kdramaedit #cha eunwoo #hospitalized #oxygen mask #nightmare #power up #glowing eyes

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worldboywhump · 11 months

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Doctor Romantic 3- Ep:10

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gillipopmoji · 4 months

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at urgent care for chronic fatigue as of queuing this so i decided to make some wordmojis about hospitalization

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petrichoremojis · 2 months

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ID: A drawing of an arrow pointing towards a hospital. End ID ID: A drawing of a person inside a hospital. End ID ID: A drawing of an ear above a check mark, next to an eye above an X. End ID ID: A drawing of an eye looking down at a brain. End ID ID: A drawing of a brain next to an up arrow and down arrow. End ID ID: A drawing of a melting brain. End ID ID: A drawing of an iPad with the wifi symbol on it, which is crossed out. End ID ID: A drawing of a circle on a brain. Inside of the circle is a spiral. End ID

More drawings. "I need to go to the hospital". "hospitalized", "I get auditory hallucinations but not visual ones", "self-aware", "it's coming and going", "I can feel my mind slipping", "I can turn wifi off", and "psychotic episode". Those were the meanings in mind, but of course, use however you see fit.

#emojis #custom emojis #petrichoremojis #neurodivergent emojis #I need to go to the hospital #hospitalized #hallucination #Adjectives #Phrases #psychotic episode #nouns #AA.Kondraki's tag #Not on the drive yet. I don't have the energy.

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hold-on-a-little-longer-whump · 6 months

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Quick!! Link a scene or piece of work you're created that you're proud of! First one that comes to mind!!

*bounces in place* ohohohohoho you've gone and done it now!!! Feast your eyes on this scene from one of my many WIPs - I hope I'll finish it one day. It really is one of the Big Three of my Magnum Opuses.

Below the cut:

Female whumpee

Mute whumpee

Disabled whumpee

Female Caretaker

Recovery

Mentions of Scientific/Medical Trauma

Bruises and bandages

Collapsing

Fatigue/Weakness

Samira slept for another day. Until the pangs of hunger and other necessities grew to be too much to ignore. She drew in a slow breath and sighed, then lifted her arms in a stretch. The skin of her elbows pulled uncomfortably and she stopped at the telltale sensation of scabs beginning to split. Even now, days later, she felt the bone-deep ache from her journey here. The dull throb of a lingering headache. The pulsing pain in her knees. Her hands still held a tremor without the slightest provocation. More than anything, she wanted to go back to sleep until the soreness went away, but nature had other ideas.

Turning her head, she saw she was alone. The lights to the room were dimmed low, and the only other source of light came from the glow of a safety light in the bathroom five feet away. Blessedly, she saw the IV pole was on the same side of the bed. All she had to do now was walk. Piece of cake. Pulling the blanket back, she slung her legs over the side of the bed. She stopped long enough to wonder at the sight she saw.

Socks. Soft, fuzzy yellow socks with grips on the bottoms. She turned her attention to her gown. It, too, was buttercup yellow, decorated with bumble bees and daisies, and the hem - stopping at her knees - even had the tiniest decoration of white lace. She longed to rub the material between her fingers, but the bandaging on her hands prevented her from doing so. It would have to wait. Besides, the thick wads of cotton taped over each knee ruined the effect. Her skin, she noticed, was far paler than its healthy cinnamon color, and even the patches of vitiligo, normally rosy, held a sickly shade. She frowned, feeling like the ghost of her former self.

Gripping the IV pole for balance, Samira scooted forward. Tentatively, she settled her feet on the floor. No fear driving her to move. No dizziness. It didn’t matter how many times she had tried to stand on her way here. She was stronger now. She was rested. She could do this. Carefully, as if to balance on an egg without breaking it, she put weight on one foot. Her knee began to quake and she grabbed the IV pole with her other hand, clinging to it, and the momentum of doing so forced her full weight forward. Quickly, she brought her other foot forth to catch herself.

For the briefest of seconds, she teetered, awkwardly poised between the IV pole and her fawn-like legs. She could feel the cuts in her palms reopening as she clung to the pole, the gauze slackening her grip. Then the wheels of the IV pole rolled. Samira flailed, gasping as her crutch moved before she was ready, and tried to snatch it back. It fell, and she followed, knocking a metal tray and its contents to the floor with a great crash.

She might have cringed at the noise if she hadn’t instinctively tried to catch herself. Though the gauze cushioned the fall somewhat, it didn’t stop her knees and elbows from cracking against the hard tile - biting through the cotton and clawing at her already-shredded skin. Tears sprung up and a mute yelp rattled her throat before she could stop herself. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, and still a hoarse sob wrenched itself from her chest.

Hurried footsteps sent a dart of panic up her spine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The lights switched on, then a set of hands were on her. She flinched, but they didn’t release her.

“Samira.” Jean. Jean was there. “Samira, it’s alright. It’s just me.”

Without waiting for a response, Jean lifted her back to the bed as easily as a child might lift a dropped doll. Samira tucked her hands beneath her chin, arms pressed against her chest, and tried to control her breathing - all while fighting the urge to curl in a ball right there. Hot, thrumming pain rolled up her limbs, coiling into tight knots and biting, clawing, digging into her bones. Why did it hurt so much? How could things go wrong so quickly? She opened her eyes from where she’d squeezed them shut, peering between wet lashes at the mess she’d made. Fresh, unused medical supplies lay strewn about on the floor. The IV pole lay on its side, and the tray had skidded a couple feet away. She drew in a shaky breath, shame heating her cheeks.

Automatically, an apology tried to leave her lips. Instead, it came out in a pitiful wheeze.

Mistaking the gesture for one of pain, Jean smoothed a hand over Samira’s back. “It’s alright, Samira. Do you want something for the pain?”

Samira shook her head and hid her face behind her hands, the gauze absorbing her tears.

“It’s okay if you do. You don’t need to be brave, not here.”

Samira shook her head again, gulping back another sob before it could surface. She already owed them so much, and it shamed her to anticipate their response to her inability to speak - and now, it seemed, the inability to walk. Had the Team left any part of her untouched?

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whumperer-86 · 11 months

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Bloodhounds kdrama ep06

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ffauthor · 1 year

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Michael Afton x Reader + William Afton.

Which reader has a little work incident and gets helped by her oh-so-sweet co-worker, which takes her to the hottest doctor in town, also his dad.

"Michael!!" You scream, running towards the boy who is clueless about what is happening around him. You sprint in front of his back and get hit by one of the multiple electric wires, making you fall to the floor in pain.

Your body was shaking intensively and your whole left arm was burned and shaking by the electrical pain shooting through it.

Michael's gaze met yours as his mouth fell wide open and his pupils grew. He fell on his knees, crawling towards you while his mind went crazy. He saw his pretty y/n on the floor, clearly in pain. Your screams and then the sudden silence made him worry, it made him clinch his fist and let his breath hitch.

Michael held you down, placing half of your body on his lap as he brushed pieces of your hair out of your face. he could feel his eyes getting irritated, and although he hated crying in front of you, he couldn't help it. he let tears fall down his cheeks while he screamed, sore throat for help.

He knew he didn't have much of a choice, or even much of luck sincerely since the only people in the building were you, Michael, Jeremy, and possibly even henry, if you both were lucky.

But that didn't provide him from screaming, crying, and being a panicky mess. Not even when he took ahold of you in his arms and ran out of the electrical room with you losingly hanging over his weakened arms.

His screaming for help did seem to catch people's attention because both of them came rushing down to where the sound was coming from. Y/n unconscious in Michael's arms.

Both of the males helped Michael rush you into henry's car, while they exchanged keys. Henry trusted him enough to drive both you two, and the car unscratched to the hospital, Michael was driving for his license after all.

And he did, he drove pretty neatly even tho he was speeding harder and harder, holding your hand secured in his. Mainly to reassure himself. You were a strong woman, you were gonna make it. At least, you had to. He wouldn't accept losing you, not when you were all he had.

''Come on y/n. We are almost there okay? Hold on for just a little while.''

His car grazed over the highway, slipping through the sharp corners and dribbling past any other car that was getting on his nerves. Normally, Michael was a patient male, but right now. He was everything but.

When he finally reached the parking lot and felt your pulse grow slower and slower he slammed the door shut, running to the passenger seat to open your door & take you out as quickly as possible. He didn't bother locking his car, all he cared about was seeing our beautiful eyes open and glowingly healthy.

People all around looked at the scene where a stressed messy haired male with a purple crumbled shirt and his eyes red and puffy was holding an unconscious pale girl fighting for her life.

Michael didn't care, he just kicked one of the doors open with his feet and started to scan the hospital in his blurry sight. It was hard for him, especially since he had to particularly squeeze his eyes to see something. But when his gaze met a brown-haired male with glasses calmly placed on his nose and a Stethoscope hanging around his white large jacket he started to breathe.

He walked toward the male who was talking to a possible patient at a rushed pace before he raised his voice, making the male look up towards him, his eyes widening and a nerve of panic hitting him straight in the head. ''Goddamnit dad, please. Y/n.. she-''

Y/n. Unconscious.

Two words were enough for William to keep his head up and take things seriously. ''I need one bed, one Iv-drip, and one goddamn oxygen mask!'' William yelled to one of the nurses, who nodded and left to get the supplies immediately.

William placed his clipboard underneath his armpit and got a penlight out of his pocket, only to open one of your eyelids and shine it on there, seeing your whitened sclera twitch.

William looked so focussed but so worried as he put the light back in his pocket and started to softly hit your cheeks.

''Okay. Michael, I'm going to need you to tell me exactly what happened.''

#fnaf fanfiction #fnaf #fanfic #fanfiction #michael afton x reader #michael afton x y/n #michael afton #hospitalized #angst #reader angst #william afton au #william afton x y/n #william afton x reader #william afton

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staydandy · 9 months

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Deep Crime Unit : DCU (2022) - DCU 〜手錠を持ったダイバー〜 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Niina Masayoshi is the leader of DCU. The group was newly created by the Japan Coast Guard and stands for Deep Crime Unit. Their mission is to find evidence and dead bodies hidden underwater, that are crucial to solving criminal cases. Niina Masayoshi never gives up investigating the truth. (MDL)

Whumpee : Niina Masayoshi played by Abe Hiroshi (left) • Seno Haruki played by Yokohama Ryusei (right)

Country : 🇯🇵 Japan Genres : Thriller, Mystery, Drama

Notes : This is a Full Whump List

Episodes on List : 5 Total Episodes : 9

*Spoilers below*

01 : [flashback] Niina Masayoshi is knocked out by a piece of explosion debris during a water rescue … [present] Seno Haruki starts to panic while underwater

02 : Recalls childhood trauma while in the water, starts to drown, hospitalized

04 : Ear ringing … recalling childhood trauma, ear ringing, starts to have a panic attack

05 : Niina is captured & tied up … Seno is kicked to the ground.. punched, tied up … Niina's neck is cut slightly

09 : Stabbed, hospitalized

More Whump Lists for this show: just-whump-and-suffering

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turtleneck-crowley · 1 month

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My new form of patiently waiting to be released from the mental hospital is singing spooky Disney songs like a siren in the halls and in my room to creep out the nurses

#shitpost #hospitalized #rehab #spooky #goth #villain

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chiharuuu22 · 5 months

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Past and Present

The only difference is when Whumpee is tormented by Whumper and when Whumpee is saved and safe with Caretaker.

In the past, Whumpee would wake up on a cold operating table or on a bare floor. Now, Whumpee woke up in bed with soft sheets, a comfortable pillow, and a warm blanket covering his body. Oh, Whumpee also felt that there were socks warming his feet.

In the past, Whumpee was always in a cold place. Now, Whumpee was also cold, but the warm blankets over his chests with electrodes, bruises, and bandages kept him warm.

In the past, Whumper tied Whumpee's hands with metal or rough rope directly touching his skin. This is done so that Whumpee stays in place and does not try to fight or run away. Now, Whumpee felt his hands being covered in a soft cloth before being tied to the bed. This time, Whumpee was tied up so he wouldn't remove the medical equipment attached to his body.

In the past, Whumpee always fought back when Whumper started putting a who-knows-what mask on his face. Now, Whumpee can't remove the oxygen mask from his face because he needs it to breathe, and surely Caretaker will stop Whumpee when his weak hands try to remove it.

In the past, Whumpee felt violence approaching his body—punches, kicks, whips, even hair-pulling. Now, Whumpee felt a gentle touch on his body, a warm handheld, a caress on his shoulder, cheek, or hair.

In the past, Whumpee couldn't sleep peacefully, and Whumper always had a way to jolt him awake. Now, Whumpee feels the comfort of sleeping without disturbance; he even hears the phrase, "Go back to sleep; you need rest; your body hasn't recovered yet."

In the past, Whumpee always hoped that he would no longer hear the monitor beeping, showing a graph of his heartbeat (because that meant Whumpee was dead and separated from Whumper). Now, Whumpee is thankful to hear his bedside monitor beeping steady (because that means he's alive and will be okay soon, hopefully).

In the past, Whumpee always felt deaf because he heard Whumper scream when he tortured them. Now, Whumpee felt calm because he heard the Caretaker's soft voice when Caretaker spoke to him.

In the past, Whumper would be very happy when he heard Whumpee's groans or screams of pain. Now, Caretakers will be very worried when they hear Whumpee groan, even if it's just a small "ouch" when a syringe is stuck into his hand.

In the past, Whumpee always felt anxious when sleeping. Now, Whumpee couldn't even hold back his consciousness when Caretaker's soft hands stroked his hair or hummed softly to lull him to sleep.

In the past, Whumpee never woke up in a good way. A Whumper scream, a splash of water, or even a punch or kick will start them opening their eyes. Now, Whumpee is always gently awakened by a touch, a caress on the hair and cheek, and a "Hello dear Whumpee. Did you sleep well? Sorry to wake you, but you must eat/take your medicine."

In the past, Whumpee never wore clean clothes or was not even given clothes at all. Now, Caretaker carefully dresses him in pajamas made of thin and soft material and even changes it every morning and evening so Whumpee is always clean.

In the past, Whumpee never ate well. Leftover food, spoiled food, or being forced to eat badly. Of course, it was very disgusting and cold. Now, the Whumpee eat very humane food—food that is easy for them to digest and keeps their bodies warm. In fact, Caretaker patiently fed. Oh, definitely eat three times a day.

In the past, Whumpee had difficulty getting water for his dry throat and dehydrated body. If Whumpee gets watered, he'll consider it a miracle because he can finally drink. Now, Whumpee is constantly reminded to drink enough water, even when tasting milk or juice. The IV in his hand also helps him keep his body hydrated.

In the past, Whumpee desperately hid the information he had from Whumper. Now, Whumpee leaks all the Whumper information he managed to gather to Caretaker.

In the past, Whumpee was always alone in his torture chamber. Now, Whumpee is always accompanied by Caretaker who faithfully sits beside his bed.

In the past, Whumper would come to make sure Whumpee was alive to continue torturing him for the information Whumpee had or because of Whumper's personal grudge. Of course, Whumper didn't care whether Whumpee was healthy or sick. Now, doctors and Caretakers are making sure Whumpee lives and returns to normal health.

Before: "You are worthless trash." "Keep your mouth shut, and I'll be your nightmare." "You won't be able to run away from me, Whumpee." "Die!" "You don't remember? Remember! Tell me now!" "How about these new wounds? Do you like them?"

Now: "You're precious to me, Whumpee." "It's okay, Whumpee; you're safe." "Nothing hurts you anymore, Whumpee." "It was just a nightmare; it's all over." "It's okay, Whumpee. There is no need to remember what Whumper did to you." "Don't force yourself to remember, Whumpee. Just say slowly what you know." "Wow, your wound is healing well. Look, I brought a good ointment. When your wound is completely dry, I'll rub it in so the scars won't be visible."

In the past, Whumpee thought that if he couldn't escape, then death was a good way out. Now, Whumpee is thankful he can still live and breathe.

#whumpee #whump #caretaker #caretaking #whumper #hospitalized #whump writing #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump scenario #recovery whump #whump comfort #whump dialogue #whump prompt

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simply-whump · 1 month

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