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whump-side · 3 months

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FEBUWHUMP 2024

DAY 1: helpless

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday1 #whump art #whump #injury #bleeding #makeshift bandages

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how-much-for-a-whump · 2 months

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İnci Taneleri 5. Bölüm

Prompt: "Bullet wound"

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#İnci Taneleri #Kubilay Aka #bullet wound #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #whumpedit #shot #pain #comfort #face touching #blood #makeshift bandages #barely conscious #hospital #checking pupils #emotional #tears

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whumpypepsigal · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | No. 15

Makeshift Bandages

One Piece (2023) s01e06: “This is an old seaman's trick. The fish skin helps staunch the wounds and heals the flesh a lot faster.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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whumpetywhump · 21 days

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3 Will Be Free - Ep. 9

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 6 months

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Whump Prompt #1297

Whumptober #28: Bloody Knife

A: "Yes! Alright, I got stabbed with a bloody knife, can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

B: “Not until you go to medical.”

A: “I patched myself up earlier- don’t look at me like that, I said I’m fine!”

B: *glare deepens*

A: “For goodness sake- I’ll go later!”

C: “Are all you brits so stubborn?”

A: “Piss off!”

C: “Charming.”

#i got my days mixed up :(#apologies for that!#british character #whumptober2023 #whump #writing #prompts #angst #rip hunter #rip hunter coded character #the tag wont stick #i just found it funny #stabbed #swearing #makeshift bandages #bleeding through bandages #stubborn whumpee

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uniasus · 6 months

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Whumptober 23 - Day 15 - BBC Merlin

“You’re favoring your wrist,” Arthur points out as he watches Merlin prepare the hearth.

Merlin hums. “Fell earlier on the stairs. Used it to catch myself.”

Arthur shakes his head, only Merlin. He is injured regularly, clumsily doing daily tasks. It is a true miracle he hasn’t cut himself caring for Arthur’s sword. It is a mite alarming how often the man hurt himself, but Arthur has seen his clumsliness in action – dropping pieces of armor on the pitch, watching goblets slip between his hands, misjudging a corner and hitting his shoulder on the stone.

But for all that Merlin is constantly injured, it doesn’t seem to hamper his ability to do his work so Arthur doesn't press.

He watches from his desk as Merlin works, using his right hand to sweep the old ashes into a sheet. He keeps his left on his lap, out of the way. It's obviously a protective posture, but it is a bit odd that Merlin caught himself with his left hand. The man is right-handed. Maybe he’d been carrying something.

Ashes in the sheet, Merlin sets about tying the bundle for easy carrying. Prior to getting a good grip, Merlin pushes back his sleeves and Arthur’s pen freezes.

Just below Merlin’s wrist is a very obvious handprint.

There is no way he got that catching himself on the stairs.

Merlin hoists the sheet up into his arms, carrying the bundle in front of him. His sleeves fell, covering the bruise, but Arthur still sees the four purple imprints of fingers. For it to be that bruised, it couldn’t have happened in the past few hours. Last night maybe?

“I’ll be back soon with supper,” Merlin chirps. Then he is gone, out the door, leaving Arthur reevaluating every nursed hurt Merlin displayed in the past month.

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A week later, there is a bruise on Merlin’s cheekbone. Not in itself an unusual thing, he has seen Merlin smacked in the face by everything from flying gloves to loose chickens. This one is caused by rolling out of bed and not catching himself.

“Woke Gaius up with my swearing,” Merlin chuckles and Arthur shakes his head.

“Only you.”

But he’s suspicious. Of course, he is. So he asks Gaius.

“Oh, that’s my fault, Sire. I opened his door this morning while he was preparing to do so himself. Caught him right in the face.”

All of which leads Arthur to decide that Merlin has been punched in the face.

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Arthur watches Merlin sweep his chambers. There are no visible bruises, no hand he’s using less or limp, but there is still something off about the way he moves. He’s twisting less to get into the corners, turning his head to look somewhere without his shoulders moving.

It takes Arthur a moment to recognize it. He’s seen that behavior on knights, who he then quickly gives a break to so they don’t overwork themselves.

Rib injuries.

Arthur marches up to Merlin and steals the broom.

“You’re injured.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re lying.”

Merlin snags the broom back, and there’s nothing on his face that hints at pain. No wince around the eyes or lines around his face. He's even standing straight. He’s good at hiding pain from his face, Arthur realizes, and that alarms him for so many reasons.

“You are. And this is not the first time. Someone is hurting you. Who is it, Merlin? I’ll see them punished.”

“There’s nothing to help with.”

Arthur grabs the broom again. “There is.”

Merlin tries to yank the broom back, but Arthur tightens his grip. If Merlin really wants it, he can’t rely on arm strength. He’ll have to put his torso to use, add a bit of shoulder strength. Maybe his abs. Merlin grimaces, tightens his grip, but he doesn’t pull.

It’s as good as an admittance.

“Your ribs. Someone hit you. Or kicked you? Who, Merlin?”

Merlin lets go of the broom and moves on to other chores. Arthur catches his jacket and Merlin freezes. Quickly, before his servant can brush Arthur off, he pushes Merlin’s jacket out of the way and lifts his shirt.

Bandages circle Merlin’s chest. Not Gaius's clean linen, but something with ragged edges as if they’d been ripped. And that’s what exactly they are – ripped sheets.

“Sit,” he barks, forcing Merlin to sit at the table.

Merlin bounces up as soon as Arthur releases him. “I don’t need you to help me. I can handle things myself.”

“What things, Merlin?”

Merlin presses his lips together. “Secret things.”

“I gathered that if you didn’t even let Gaius help you wrap your ribs. Tell me anyway.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Merlin stands straight, and Arthur remembers the handprint on his wrist. The bruise on his cheekbone.

“Someone is hurting you, Merlin. I won’t have them escalate to breaking your arm,” Arthur growled.

“No one is hurting me.” Merlin looks straight at Arthur as he says it. Two months ago, Arthur would have fell for it.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispers. “Is a lord blackmailing you or Gaius? Is that why you can’t say anything?”

“No.”

“Do you not know who they are?”

“No.”

Arthur glares. He can’t think of any other reason why Merlin wouldn’t ask for help, other than sheer stubbornness. But he’s never thought of Merlin as that independent a person. He and Gwen help each other with chores regularly. Pride?

“There’s no honor in suffering, you know.”

Merlin looks away. “I know.”

“So there’s no reason for you to work through pain other than wanting me to not know you were hurt.”

Merlin is quiet, which Arthur means he guessed right. Sighing, he pushes Merlin back into the chair. This time, Merlin stays put and Arthut sits in the chair across from him.

“Fine. If you won’t tell me who’s hurting you, at least let me know when you are hurt. I’ll lighten your workload.”

Merlin looks at him in disbelief. “You’ll let me handle this?”

“For now,” Arthur answers. “But if it gets worse, or doesn’t stop in the next few months, you’ll tell me.”

Merlin nods eagerly, and Arthur so, so wants to believe him. But the only thing Arthur believes in right now is Merlin's ability to lie.

“Since you were sweeping before, go back at it, but you can forget bringing up water for my bath. I’ll ask someone else.”

“Thanks, Arthur.”

Arthur gentles his voice. “Of course. And don't forget to get those ribs wrapped correctly before you finish sweeping the floor.”

He leaves Merlin in his chambers with free access to the broom and goes searching for Lancelot to ask him to follow Merlin around. Lancelot is too loyal and honest to hide what he finds.

#whumptober 2023 #n 15 #lyric #suppressed suffering #makeshift bandages #bbc merlin #fic #protective arthur #whump #hurt/comfort #my fanfiction #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys

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whumpsday · 6 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #15

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, captivity

@whumptober Day 15: Makeshift Bandages

(day 14 will be posted at a later time this month bc i'm stuck on it)

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When Kane first arrived in his cell, he had more than he could ever appreciate. The hunters had taken everything from his pockets– a wise move, given the amount of damage he could have caused a human if he threw a key with all his might at the right angle– but he still had so much.

He’d had a long-sleeved, button-down shirt. He’d had long pants. He’d had a proper men’s jacket. He’d had socks. A plethora of cloth he could have used for any number of purposes.

Now, he had almost nothing, just a single pair of bloodstained shorts. So when the hunters left things behind, he made sure to make use of it.

Broken and bleeding, Kane dragged himself over to the trash they’d left in the cell. They’d take most of it out within the next few days, he was sure. As much as he wanted to collapse and let sleep nurse his pain for a short while, he had to get anything useful out of there while he could.

There, exactly what he’d been hoping for: paper. Some flier of sorts. Kane carefully tore it into shreds, placing it over the worst of his external injuries. It wasn’t often he could care for himself more than ripping out anything harmful the hunters had left in him. A rare treat.

With a placement over a nasty gash on his forehead, Kane sighed, laying himself down on the floor. That would at least stop the blood from getting into his eyes. Content with his small bit of self-comfort, he drifted off to sleep next to the rest of the litter.

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #oc #fic #captivity #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #whump #my writing

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sasuga-whump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: Day Fourteen - "Just Hold On"

Ouroboros Ep 6

“イクオ大丈夫か?しっかりしろ!”

Genuinely one of my fav whump scenes ever

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omgiamwish · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 15 - Makeshift Bandages

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #rottmnt #art #blood #injury #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #raphael #fan art #artists on tumblr

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bumblingdragon · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - day 15 - makeshift bandages

(i love 'character tears up own shirt to try and patch a wound' personally)

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #OC #art #blood #scars #i almost forgot his freckles again...#digital art #my ocs #terin #whump #clip studio paint #my art

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how-much-for-a-whump · 6 months

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WHUMPTOBER day 15:

Prompt: "Makeshift Bandages"

Kan Çiçekleri 150. Bölüm

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rd-eternity · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.” | Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

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Summary: Theo's never taken anyone's pain before this, and it has consequences for his own post-battle wounds, a fact he keeps to himself when he decides it's what he deserves.

“Why are you not healing?” Theo shrugs, regretting the gesture instantly when he winces. “I’ve never taken someone’s pain before, and no one’s taken mine.” Liam’s thumb taps on his elbow, smile curving his lips and lighting his bright blue eyes. “And now you’ve done both.” He sits next to Theo on the bed, still holding his arm. “You can tell me things. That’s what friends do.” His brows furrow. “We’re… friends?” “I’d like to be.” Theo leans forward, head falling to the crook of Liam’s neck. The beta’s other hand braces against his neck softly, rubbing circles into the skin there. “I don’t deserve friends. Or anything else. Especially you.”

#thiam #archive of our own #fanfiction #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #whumptober2023 #no.15 #suppressed suffering #makeshift bandages #i'm fine #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #fic moodboard

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whumpetywhump · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 15 - Makeshift Bandages

Love For Ten: Generation Of Youth - Ep. 12

Queen For Seven Days - Ep. 7

The Moon (2023)

Vanguard (2020)

Voice 110: Emergency Control Room 2 - Ep.9

#whumptober 2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #love for ten generation of youth #queen for seven days #the moon #vanguard #voice 110 emergency control room 2 #whump #kwhump #jwhump #cwhump #asian whump #gifs

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breannasfluff · 6 months

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Too Little, Too Late - P2

Whump Rating: 5/5 Part 2 of 3, with an eventual happy ending! Comfort tomorrow! TW: MCD, head injury, blood, injury, impaled

“Hyrule! Over here! We need help!” Four waves across the battlefield and Hyrule changes direction. Only, it’s not just Four. Or, there’s more than one Four. There’s four of them and—oh. Of course, the name makes sense now.

“Please, you have to help Vio!” Red’s face is a mess of tears and the other three crouch around someone on the ground.

“I’m out of magic,” Hyrule says, already dropping next to the others. “What happened?”

“One of the monsters hit him in the head,” Green says. “But like, hard. Really hard.”

Hyrule hums and carefully runs his hands through Vio’s hair, feeling his head. When his fingers reach the back of his head, he freezes.

“What? What is it?” Red shakes his arm slightly, panic sending his voice high. “Is he going to be okay?”

The traveler takes a slow breath before turning to him. “There’s swelling under the skin. Blood pooling under his skin, probably, but it will press on his brain.”

Blue hisses, eyes darting from Vio to Hyrule. “Can you fix it?”

Slowly, miserably, Hyrule shakes his head. “Even with my magic, I don’t…I don’t think I could do anything. I’m—I’m so sorry.” All he’s done today is fail his brothers. Why can’t it be him in their place? Any of these heroes is worth more than him.

“No, no, no!” Green is shaking Vio, which certainly won’t help head trauma. “Wake up! You have to wake up! We—we can merge!”

“That’s right, we’ll merge! Maybe—maybe it won’t be so bad.” Blue grabs for his sword and Red nudges another into Vio’s hand.

Green digs in a bag and thrusts a potion at Hyrule. “Here, to restore your magic.”

“I don’t—” Hyrule takes it, hands tightening on the glass. The liquid inside sparkles. “Even with this, I don’t think it will be enough to fix a head.”

“We have to try.” With a final glance at the others, Green closes his eyes and does—something. The multiple Fours slide into each other and combine into one with a multicolor tunic.

Hyrule carefully feels his head again. The swelling is still there. Is it less? Can he try with the magic? Or should he save it in case someone else is injured?

His question is answered when Four opens his eyes. “Told you it would work,” he says with a weak grin.

The traveler yanks him into a hug, then gentles his touch when the smith grunts. “You need to be careful of your head.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a royal headache. I can function, though, let’s go check on the others.”

There’s a roar and arcs of energy slice across the battlefield. Time has transformed with one of his masks. The towering figure has full-face markings to match the partial ones he normally bears. Blank eyes glow as he yells, swinging a double helix sword.

Hyrule and Four pause, watching. Not-Time is limping, so he’s still injured. The traveler turns to Four. “Go find Legend or Wind; make sure they are okay. I’ll see if I can get to Time.”

Four pauses, hand to his head, then nods slowly.

“You okay?” Was the head injury getting worse? He’s reaching for the smith when his hand is batted away.

“Peachy. Just the headache. Go get Time.”

Hyrule watches him go with a frown, then turns back to the fight. Not-Time has cleared the monsters in the immediate area, so Hyrule picks his way around bodies to reach him.

“Time!”

The person turns to look at him, face morphing into a snarl. “I’ll wipe the world of your scum!”

“It’s me! Hyrule! The traveler! I’m your friend!”

“I have no friends. My only purpose is to purge the world through battle. I am the Fierce Deity and I do not suffer weakness.”

Hyrule starts backing up as the other advances. “No! I just want to help heal your leg! I can help, I promise!”

“Help?” It comes out a sneer. “Like you helped the other heroes? When you let them die?”

“No! I tried to help! I—I did!”

Fierce Deity paces closer; a predator closing in on his prey. “You did not help. You watched as they died. You care only about yourself.”

“That’s not true!”

The deity raises the giant sword, swinging it toward Hyrule. “Is that so?”

The traveler’s sword is in his hand before he remembers pulling it. He pauses, looking at it with a frown. This isn’t right. He can’t fight Time! Even if it’s not…Time. “You need to take that mask off!”

Fierce tilts his head and sneers. “I think not.” He surges forward, sword raised.

“No!” Wind shoves Hyrule to the side, raising his own sword.

“Sailor! Get out of here!” His voice is shrill as he pushes forward, trying to draw the deity’s attention away from Wind.

The deity slashes at Wind and the sword—the great double helix sword—bites deep into Wind’s side. The sailor falls with a choked scream.

Seconds later, Hyrule’s sword sinks through the deity’s heart. It screams; deep and unsettling as it rolls across the battlefield, before falling to its knees.

Hyrule ignores him to rush to Wind. He’s got magic now! Healing pulses at his fingertips and he shoves it into the sailor’s side. Knitting up the arteries, trying to stop the internal bleeding. Drawing away the infection and dirt.

Wind wheezes and whimpers.

“It’s okay, I can heal this.” And for the first time that day, Hyrule can.

“I’m scared.”

He glances at Wind. He’s just a kid. Barely a teen. Baby fat still rounds out his cheeks and his hair holds the messiness of childhood. Like this, hurt, and still, he’s so much smaller than normal. Wind rounds out his size with personality; filling the space around him.

With a soft smile, he squeezes Wind’s hand. “It’s okay to be scared. But I’m going to make you better.”

The assurances don’t seem to help. “I miss Aryll. And Grandma.” Wind sniffs then sobs as tears run down his cheeks. “I want to go home. I want to go home!”

“You will—I promise!” Hyrule focuses harder on the wound. The magic wasn’t enough to restore him and he’s running low. There are still so many veins pumping blood. Why isn’t this stopping? How deep did the sword cut?

Bind an artery here, pull out the infection there, and stitch the muscle back together. Ah, an organ, that’s going to be a tough one.

“I want to go home! I hate this journey; I don’t want to be a hero. I just want to go home!”

Hyrule’s eyes are misting and he swipes at them angrily. He’s got to concentrate.

“I wanna go h-home, Rulie. P-please.”

“I just need a little more time.” But there is no more time. With a final spark, the magic runs dry. Wind’s body continues to pump blood from arteries he hasn’t closed. Hyrule uses a spare dagger to rip at his tunic, pulling off strips to ball and press to Wind’s stomach. This isn’t ideal; the fabric is stained with blood already. He’s out of bandages though after Wolfie.

It's not enough, blood is soaking through the fabric. The damaged organ is sending shock signals to the brain and the sailor moans, thrashing.

Hyrule leans across him, trying to keep him still. “Hey, you can’t move, I just—” Just what?

Wind’s voice shakes when he says, “You promised! I…I wanna go home…”

The traveler did promise. He’s promised so many times today that the words have no meaning. He can’t save a single one of them. Still, he presses fabric to the wound, hoping against hope that this time, this time, it will be enough.

The sailor is so young; so fragile. Sunny and full of energy; always insisting he can help. That he’s as much of a hero as the others.

Blood soaks through the cloth, staining already red fingers. No matter how long he scrubs, he’s never going to remove the stain. Hyrule pulls Wind into his chest, counting out the breaths until they stop puffing against his neck.

Numb, he lowers the sailor to the ground. The makeshift bandage is stained with so much red he can’t see the original tunic color. It falls to the ground, wet. That’s Wind’s blood, soaking cloth. He stares at the grass, taking in nothing, before he finally turns back to the deity.

Fierce is gone. Instead, Time is slumped on the ground, Hyrule’s sword still through his heart. Next to him, a charred mask holds the deity’s face.

#makeshift bandages #tw blood #tw injury #mcd #eventual happy ending #whumptober2023 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu whumptober #breannasfluff #mywriting #lu hyrule #lu four #lu time #lu wind #lu fierce deity #fierce deity

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 1 year

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Whump Prompt #1028

Anon asked: What about ideas for two whumpees and one caretaker?

The caretaker worrying they’re favouriting one whumpee over the other, but one has more intensive care requirements than the other.

Caretaker breaking down because one is delirious and the other is crashing.

Breaking down harder when both whumpee’s enter a critical condition.

One whumpee watching the other deteriorate with fever, and panic because they can’t help much themselves.

The caretaker worrying about cross-contaminating blood etc

Your caretaker only has so much shirt to rip up as bandages.

Your caretaker is hiding their own injury.

The torturer forcing the caretaker to choose who gets tortured. They’re not allowed to choose themselves, and must make a choice or both whumpees get it.

Caretaker forced to watch the enemy undo all their hard work

Caretaker barely getting any sleep because they’re so worried about the two whumpees

#whump #writing #prompts #ideas #angst #caretaker #torture #makeshift bandages #fever #worry #sleeplessness #forced to watch #forced to choose

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atimeofyourlife · 6 months

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Whumptober day 15

rated: t | wc: 1129 | prompt: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.” Steve doesn't let any of the others know how much his injuries are bothering him

Steve knew that the bandages were far from ideal. A strip of fabric torn from a sweater that had been worn all day, including for trailing through the woods. Then getting soaked in dirty lake water before being used to wrap his wounds. But it was the only option that they had. If it hadn't been fabric torn from Nancy's sweater, it would have been from Robin's shirt which was in a similar state, or something of Eddie's that had been worn for several days on end, with even more time trailing through the woods and an extra dip in the lake, which would have been an even worse choice.

As they walked through the Upside Down, despite knowing that it was the best option available, Steve couldn't help his mind going into overdrive at all the problems with how his wounds had been wrapped. The first aid training he'd done when he first became a lifeguard kicking in and reminding him of everything that was done wrong. That it hadn't been cleaned and disinfected before bandaging. That the bandages used weren't sterile, hell they couldn't even be considered clean. Along with other dirt and debris, the piece of fabric could be leaving loose fibers in the wound. That the bandage was too thin, the wrong composition to effectively stem the bleeding. The saturated fabric keeping the wounds too wet, adding a further risk of complications. And all the different factors that could contribute to a potential infection, any diseases that the bats were carrying, being exposed to the toxic air of the Upside Down with the spores floating in the air, whatever dirt and bacteria from general wear and the lake that was on Nancy's sweater when she ripped it up. And that was just counting his bites, there was also any problems that could be coming from the road rash on his back and arms that was getting irritated with every step as the rough denim of Eddie's vest rubbed against his back. But he refused to bring it up, knowing that there were more important things to be worried about, like finding a way out of the Upside Down without attracting the attention of Vecna or any other demo-creatures.

Getting through the Upside Down was massively uncomfortable. Having to bike seven miles, barefoot, and injured was not ideal. He fell behind the others, so he could hide the winces as the movement pulled at the bites. Not wanting them to see how much it was hurting. Then back at Eddie's trailer, it was getting back through to the real world. He let the others all go ahead of him so he could try to blame any reaction to the pain on falling through and hitting the mattress, rather than them seeing him up close if he struggled to keep his face neutral as he climbed up the rope of sheets. A slight upside to Nancy getting hit by Vecna as she was about to climb the rope, was that after she'd woken up and passed through, everyone was focused on her. What she'd seen, if she was okay. It meant no one paid any attention to the pained grunt Steve let out as his back hit the mattress, or that he took longer to recover enough to shakily get to his feet. He wanted, needed, to check how everything was. If the makeshift bandages had held up well enough against everything the Upside Down had to throw at them.

So, taking advantage of everyone being distracted with Nancy, he slipped along the hall to the bathroom. Thankful that Eddie's trailer was the exact same layout as the one he'd helped Max and her mom move into a few months earlier. He locked the door behind him, and started to remove the vest. It stuck a little in places from where he'd bled from the road rash, and pulling the vest away caused the small cuts to reopen and start sluggishly bleeding again. He couldn't see how bad his whole back was, between not being able to turn his head too far without it causing more discomfort from where the bat's tail had wrapped around his neck and there only being a fairly small mirror in the bathroom. But what he could see of it looked bad. It was all red and scraped up, small pieces of stone and dirt and debris embedded in the skin. He tried to reach around to brush away the debris, but couldn't move his arms in a way that would help.

But it was his sides that was the worst. He could see spots of blood seeping through the bandage, so didn't even risk taking it off, knowing how much it would tug at the already painful and damaged areas. And he didn't even know where- or if- Eddie kept a first aid kit, or if it would even be stocked well enough for him to bandage his bites anyway. And he wasn't about to ask for one, and also didn't want to rummage to find it. Still wanting to hold up the illusion that he was fine. He shrugged the vest back on, making sure it covered any of the bloody bandages, before heading back out to the others. He really wanted a shirt, something that would hide and cover the bandages so much better. But in the meantime, he had to make do with the vest.

Steve didn't quite understand how he'd gotten away with suppressing the pain, the extent of the injuries. By the time they were facing down Vecna, the adrenaline had taken over and he could barely feel the bites on his side that were surely infected by this point. And, if he was being honest, it felt a little like Robin and Nancy had forgotten that he'd been injured. They'd been too caught up in dealing with everything else to pay much attention to something Steve had tried his best to hide.

It wasn't until they were at the hospital, waiting for news on Max and Eddie that everyone else realized how much Steve had been suppressing since he'd been dragged into the Upside Down. Robin stumbled, and caught her elbow into Steve's side, right into the worst of the bites. The pain spiked so badly that he couldn't suppress the yell that forced out of him as he clutched his side. Robin was quick to apologize, pulling at Steve's shirt to see the damage. The makeshift bandage of Nancy's sweater being saturated with his blood from where the bites had been sluggishly bleeding for over a day. Steve couldn't quite make sense of the yells for help, finally losing himself in the pain that he'd been pushing down the entire time he'd been injured.

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #suppressed suffering #makeshift bandages #stranger things #fic #steve harrington #steve harrington whump #robin buckley #platonic stobin #nancy wheeler #atimeofyourwrites

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