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."
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Abandoned Whumpee
[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained
The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body
... And nearly all of it.
They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.
Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.
Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.
Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.
"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.
"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.
They ended up not being able to open them at all.
.........
.........
Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.
They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.
Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...
"How do you feel?" A voice asked.
Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.
"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.
"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.
"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.
"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.
Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"
"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."
Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.
"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.
"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"
Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.
"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.
"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.
"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.
"-And then, they'll kill you."
Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.
"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.
"Now I'll ask you one more time."
"How do you feel?"
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Hello hello hello! Question, if you end up popping a stitch, does that mean the entire stitch line has to be re-stitched, or is it just the stitch that popped, or something else? It would be much appreciated, thanks 👋
I'm sorry to say I haven't found much of an answer to this question, all I've found is advisement to keep it clean and let the doctor know. Can anyone who has experience with this chime in on how it was handled?
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