Stitch Me Up

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, wounds, infection, hospital, stitches

Caretaker hated being here. Hated being in the hospital for so many reasons. But most of all they hated it because of what it meant had happened to Whumpee. 

They had found Whumpee at Whumper’s compound days after Whumpee had gone missing. And it hadn’t been fast enough. 

Whumpee had been barely conscious when Caretaker found them. Their eyes were fever bright and they were sweating with fever. Because they were dying. There was no way that Whumpee was going to die with all the wounds Whumper had inflicted unless Caretaker got Whumpee to help fast. 

Whumpee was covered in cuts. Deep cuts. Shallow cuts. Long cuts. Remnants of the pain Whumper had inflicted on them. One particularly deep cut was very red and inflamed and seemed to ooze still. Whumpee hadn’t let Caretaker touch the skin around it. 

“In-In-Infected,” Whumpee had finally rasped out. “B-B-Baddd.”

“I need to at least make sure you aren’t actively bleeding before I get you out of here, I’m sorry.”

Whumpee nodded as they closed their eyes. “No...no b-b-bleeeedinggg.” 

Caretaker took Whumpee at their word. They didn’t really have time to waste. As they picked Whumpee up, Whumpee sighed with relief and went limp in Caretaker’s arms. 

No matter how much Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee as they ran, Whumpee remained unconscious. Caretaker couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. Their heart was pounding as they screamed for help. Their breath caught in their throat as medical staff swarmed them and Whumpee. They had to hold back tears as Whumpee was delicately lifted from their hands and placed on a gurney. And taken where they couldn’t go. 

Hours later, a nurse came to get Caretaker. Whumpee was still alive. Thanks to Caretaker. Alive, but not out of the woods. 

Fifty-two. Fifty-two stitches. That was what the nurse had told Caretaker. Whumpee had needed fifty-two stitches. That they had a raging infection, but would most likely pull through. 

But Caretaker wasn’t comforted by any of that as they stared down at Whumpee in the hospital bed. Stared down at Whumpee’s pale, but now peaceful face. Because they couldn’t get the image of finding Whumpee out of their mind. Couldn’t get the feeling of how light Whumpee had grown out of their mind. Couldn’t get the terror out of their heart from when Whumpee had gone completely limp in their arms. 

Because all of that meant Caretaker hadn’t been fast enough. Hadn’t done enough to keep Whumpee safe. 

the twitter art meme 🛸🐉

For an Op, Jason goes undercover at a college. He goes all out, actually signing up for classes and getting a dorm with a (shudder) roommate. Then he proceeds to have a nightmare during a thunderstorm and shoots the poor roommate.

He stares at Fenton.

Fenton stares back at him, wide eyed and shocked. Blood is starting to stain the front of his shirt.

"It's okay," Fenton says, voice strained as he clearly tries to stay calm. "It's okay, this isn't the worst thing I've had. I have a med kit in the closet, and I can do my own stitches; no one has to know."

Jason can't say anything. He's too busy staring at the blood.

It's red, until the lightning starts to fade and the glowing green flecks make themselves known.

He looks up into Fenton's eyes, and vibrant Lazarus green stares back at him.

He may have just found a bigger problem than pinning down the supplier of a new drug.

Prompt 183

There’s a loud snarling noise outside the window. 

Not that Jazz is concerned. She’s just also trying to study for med school and would appreciate some quiet. And preferred her brother not contracting rabies whenever he tried to square off with the local rogue or three who tried to use the alley. 

As he had put it, it was his alley, he’d claimed it for tinkering. Though perhaps she should maybe ask him to quiet down on his insisted territorialism, even if she understood it. She would also probably maul someone if they tried to enter their apartment flat. It came with the territory of being ecto contaminated, or as the rest of them were now calling it, with being a liminal. 

Once the more draconic aspects started to emerge well, one wasn’t just contaminated anymore after all. Hence the whole school-worth of them leaving Amity while all their parents waged war against the guys in white. Last she heard it was going well. 

Which meant she could focus on her studies as soon as- okay it wouldn’t be quiet, it seems the rest of the kids joined in on mauling the poor idiot who tried to steal their things from the alley. Damn…

family man miggy for @leastsaid for winning my art raffle! i think his daughter being a miles morales stan would be the absolute funniest thing in the world and i had to make it happen

god I love caretaker-turned-whumpee so much. "I'm going to scream. don't stop." coaching someone through stitches. explaining the procedure step-by-step, knowing the motions by heart and knowing your life has to be in someone else's hands. "take a deep breath. steady. you can do this." pushing aside the agony in favor of keeping your inexperienced caretaker calm, clinical precision even in pain, "hold me down," the trust and vulnerability in letting someone heal you when you spend your life healing others. ugh. it's so good.

I need Aedes to know this is how I feel about him:

(https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=33JBDcMTOtk)

Let's play "How long before the little baby man bites?"

Whump Prompt #1199

The misery of healing. 

Bandage changes

Stitch removals

Physical therapy

Aches and pains

Headaches

The emotional toll of feelings useless.

Exhaustion - sleeping all day but still feeling tired / not being able to sleep due to the discomfort. 

Limited mobility

Reliance on others

Mood swings

Guilt. 

Forcing themselves to carry on despite not being close to 100%

Okay but like.. combining several fic tropes

*Tony Starks Bio son[Peter] kidnap when a baby/toddler

*genuis Peter, but being smart, don't pay rent= Stripper Peter[ maybe he in college on scholarships or on his 2/3 doctorate]

*someone getting married there is a bachelor party = Peter gets hired with a group and visits Stark/Avenger Tower

*Peter's fingers get scanned=maybe there is a delay for whatever reason

*When the results get sent to Tony's glasses Peter is already in mid lap dance

Peter may or may not be Spiderman-dealer's choice

Whumpuary Day 21-22

Prompt: Blood loss (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood; injury; stitches

“We need to keep moving.” You panted, stumbling to one knee. You were dizzy, nauseous. Daryl’s quick reflexes and hand on your bicep kept you from toppling forward. The way he hauled you up seemed effortless. 

“Yeah, we do, but not ‘til we take care’a that.” The archer threw a hand out in gesture toward your blood soaked jeans. “Sit down ‘fore ya fall down. Again.” You pouted at him but lowered to a conveniently placed stump and presented your injured leg. When Daryl’s knife sliced through the fabric to grant him access to the tear in your flesh, you gasped indignantly.

“These were my favorite pair!”

“We’ll hold a service for ‘em when we get back.” His expression remained stoic as he worked, digging through the first aid kit for what he needed. Glancing up at your unamused face, he sighed. “Carol’ll patch ‘em. Dry your eyes.”

The stitches hurt like a bitch, but watching him care for you with such gentle touches, his tongue peeking out at times in concentration, the pain and the loss of your favorite jeans were quickly forgotten. 

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Drew this based on this comfort character drawing prompt on Twitter.

cw: non-graphic gore, caretaker whump, stoic caretaker

the whumpee is already in horrible pain, but to relieve them or save them, the team has to do something even more painful. I'm talking dislocating a joint to get out of restraints, pouring antiseptic in a huge wound, pull glass shards or bullets out of their flesh, stitch them up without anesthetics, you name it.

the team sort of counts on the stoic member to take care of it and they do step up to go through with it, but their entire body tenses up even more the mere moment they kneel down to the whumpee. the exhausted, sobbing whumpee, who is already laying on the cold ground, almost unconscious but awake enough to feel everything. they're eyeing the teammate with sheer terror in their eyes, and if looks could talk, it'd be begging the teammate to just not do the thing that they're about to do, not now, they wouldn't be able to take it.

teammate grabs the tool needed for the procedure and lays their now trembling hand on the skin near whumpee's wound, preparing both of them for what's about to happen. they feel their breath get faster and every sound going distant for being overpowered by their own racing heartbeat. everyone watches them, losing precious seconds.

"jesus fuck," teammate suddenly drops the tool and leans back as if something startled them. "i can't do this. i'm so sorry, i-.. i can't do it. please."

Scars

Sawtober day 2

embroidery, Codywan 👀 (if it sparks joy, no pressure. ❤️)

Love Stitched Over Your Heart

Rated: Teen for vague mentions of Cody being mistreated by the Empire and some accompanying angst

When Obi-Wan rises early and prepares to leave for the day with a vague explanation that there is something he must check on and states that he will not be back until after nightfall, Cody vows to use his time alone to help out around their shared hut. Motivating himself is easier with Obi-Wan away and unable to see how much he struggles with day to day activities. He is not there to witness how Cody’s hands shake as he loads the sonic dishwasher. He cannot offer to help each time Cody stops to lean against the hut on the way to check on the banthas. He will never know how many breaks Cody takes as he sweeps sand across the floor and back outside where it belongs.

2A

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2.) Your profile picture.

A.) Using your non-dominant hand.

My left hand..... was not made for art.

(Doodle Ask Game)

Here's some uhhh "fun?" info about how deeper wounds work (unfortunately based on experience bc I am so clumsy lol) for your whump writing knowledge.

TW: mention of wounds, stitches, somewhat detailed description of stitching procedure, scars

So when you get a deep cut that goes past the surface of the skin (ie. needing stitches) there are a few things that need to happen to help it heal correctly and without infection. Depending on what caused the laceration, you may need a tetanus shot if it was some sort of metal (even if it wasn't rusty metal, this is usually done to play it safe). Then, they'll have to numb the area, and let me tell you -NOT FUN. Remember that open wound? Yeah, they inject the local anesthetic directly into the wound. IN to it- not near it. So that's really not fun, and it's even worse if you're able to watch it happen because the area swells up from the medication. So very unpleasant. From there, honestly the worst part is usually over. The stitching itself is scary to watch (caretaker said not to look for a reason!), but the most that's usually felt is some pressure from the needle- IF it is numbed completely.

What's worse though- is if you DON'T get stitches when you need them. So after a deep laceration, there is generally a 24 hour window (maximum) to get it stitched. Usually it's ideal to be done within 4-6 hours of the injury. If this doesn't happen, the wound cannot be stitched because the body has already started healing the wound as it currently is, and won't be able to heal back together and close. So this means: much longer healing process (sometimes can be a month or more depending on the laceration), the wound should stay covered with gauze for most of the beginning of healing to prevent infection which is a bigger risk with an open wound. This will additionally create a different looking scar than a wound that was stitched. They can look similar, but are obviously wider and flatter than a stitched wound which can heal with a raised and much thinner scar. Sometimes you can also see scarring from where the stitches were too! I think that's kind of cool, though.

This is just what I remember from the situation and doctors, I am not a professional.

Have fun patching up your whumpees! Or ya know.. Not