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Fun quirks to give your whumpee:

Never sleeps/lies on their back: a habit they developed when the scars on their back were healing. This could also apply to leaning on the backrest of a chair. Instead they sit bolt upright or slouch over the table.

Holds anything fragile like a glass or a plate with both hands at all times because their grip is no longer strong enough to hold it with just one.

Their pyjamas look like day clothes so they can pretend they're functional when they don't have the energy/motivation/mobility to get dressed.

They have no mirrors in their house because they've changed so much since being with Whumper that they don't recognise themself anymore, and they can't stand being reminded of it.

Alternatively, they have mirrors everywhere so they can always see over their shoulder for any potential threat.

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when character a is barely conscious and being princess carried by character b and when b goes to put them down a whimpers and fists their hand into the fabric of their shirt and b goes shhh shh shh and takes their hand in theirs while gently cradling their head oughhhhhh oughhhhh………….

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June of Doom Day One

1: Slurred Speech/Duct Tape/Darkness

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"Whumpee?"

Caretaker pushed the door to Whumpee's apartment ajar, their eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness within. The only light source was the afternoon sun poking through the window curtains, the light switch lowered and the lamps unplugged. Whumpee lay in a bed with three askew blankets piled on top of them, facing away from Caretaker with their head in their hands and groaning.

"W-what you's wan' from me." As Caretaker crept closer, they could see the sheen on Whumpee's brow, their forehead glistening with sweat.

"Just trying to make sure you're okay. You didn't show up to class today, and the teacher was worried." Caretaker replied as they started rooting through Whumpee's bedside drawer, before pulling out a small white box.

"How'd you get in m' house." Whumpee rolled over onto their elbow and let their head fall, looking at the ground in front of where caretaker crouched, their eyes glazed and breathing heavy.

"Your door was unlocked." Caretaker replied, turning toward Whumpee before putting the thermometer against their forehead and waiting for it to beep.

"Yup, that's a fever. Don't worry, Whumpee. I'll take care of you."

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A character falling asleep working at their desk and waking up in their bed... Tea, water, medicine, lozenges, and tissues are within reach on their nightstand, as well as a note from Caretaker:

"You're running a fever, don't try to get up. Call me if you need me to come home."

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I love a good "You're burning up", but you know what else Is underrated?

"A raging fever":

"*character* has a raging fever"

"*character* is battling a raging fever"

"Their raging fever refused to break"

"They've come down with a raging fever"

It just, it's so GOOD

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more fever dialogue cause the worms in my brain demand it:

“let me take your temperature. …oh, honey.”

“103.8? that’s impressive.”

“i can feel your heart pounding. does something hurt?”

feeling lymph nodes for swelling and picking up the febrile heat at the same time

“your fever is breaking. that’s a good thing.”

“drink some more water. i think you’re dehydrated.”

“you had a fever this high and didn’t tell anyone?”

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Fever whump prompts

Whumpee who becomes incredibly hyper when they’re feverish, and has to be held or restrained by Caretaker until they calm down.

Bad Caretaker (or Whumper) who doesn’t take Whumpee’s illness seriously unless they have a fever.

Whumpee believing that another character is sick or otherwise in danger and can’t recognise that they’re the one who needs help.

Whumpee who refuses to sleep out of paranoia, only worsening their condition.

Whumpee with a fever in summer, who chalks up being hot all the time to the weather.

Feverish Whumpee saying horrible things that they never normally would. (Does Caretaker forgive them? Or do they think that Whumpee’s fever has just brought out their true colours?)

Whumpee lying on any cool surface they can without even thinking about it.

A fever caused by an infected wound being mistaken for one caused by sickness. (Cue whumpee only receiving half the care they actually need.)

Whumpee being so delirious that they start calling out for a deceased loved one.

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Give me more shaking whumpees.

Give me whumpees who are shivering so much from their high fever that they can't even hold a bottle of water up to their lips, leaving caretaker to hold it for them like they're bottle feeding a baby animal.

Give me whumpees who've lost so much blood that they're pale and trembling violently, their skin cool to the touch. Their body is desperately trying to keep them warm, but with each new shudder they're just bleeding more and more.

Give me whumpees in shock- whumpees who find out something so emotionally distressing that they can do nothing but shake, eyes fixed on a single point, jolting away from any touch.

Give me more shaking whumpees.

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Obsessed with sick cuddles. I love it when people have a bad cold and just long for affection and warmth. I love it when someone is sniffly and tired and feverish and cold, their body begging to be held and comforted. I love it when they lean into the touch of their caregiver/significant other with such pleading affection, they just need to be held. I love it when said caregiver holds them close and lets them rest their feverish head on their chest, whispering sweet nothings into their ear, because the poor thing just doesn’t feel good.

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Once again, for the umpteenth time, whumpees with fevers:

Whumpees feeling a little shivery and worn out, not thinking anything of it

Whumpees growing more restless as their mind races relentlessly, trying to figure out why they can't get to sleep let along think straight

Whumpees feeling colder than ever all of a sudden, despite the burning just under their skin

Whumpees finally managing to sleep, but their rest is disturbed by rambling and terrifying dreams

Whumpees waking up much later than intended, with a parched throat and aching joints, so tired and shaky they can barely sit up on their own, let alone stand

Whumpees with sore, burning eyes, lymph nodes tender and swollen

Whumpees' vision swimming, growing dizzier and more lightheaded as the fever gets higher

Whumpees with chattering teeth, unable to stop shaking under a mound of blankets

Whumpee unable to eat but so, so desperately thirsty

Whumpees having to keep a light on through the night because the dark plays tricks on their feverish brain

Whumpees waking up not knowing where they are, feeling like the whole room is swaying around them, their bed shrinking and expanding, everything happening too much

Whumpees having to shakily change shirts because they're drenched in sweat (and leaving the old one on the floor by their bed because they're too weak to fold it)

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We all love injuring our blorbos, but I think the added risk of sepsis makes it even better. They get really hurt in an unclean environment like a forest or swamp or prison, and when they're found days later, their wounds are severely infected and they're running a dangerously high fever. Time is crucial and every second counts as they're rushed back and taken to the hospital/medic, their team worried that they might lose them.

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Whumpee leant against the train wall, eyes closed and back curved in a weak hunch as he struggled to stay upright. Each jolt and turn along the tracks took another breath of strength from their legs, inching them nearer and nearer to the floor. Their clammy hand struggled against the smooth metal of the stanchion. If a seat didn't become available soon, they were going to end up face to face with the evening commuters' boots.

"Hey," Caretaker said, squeezing through the aisle to Whumpee's corner. Whumpee blinked slowly. Caretaker's face blurred and distorted in their vision. The train swam. They closed their eyes again and tried to focus on breathing, but could only find nausea and a tight pit in their chest.

In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.

In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.

You're okay, just stay upright. In for four—

"Whumpee? Can you hear me?" Caretaker asked. Whumpee wanted to answer, but the words got stuck like bile in their throat. Their jaw felt too heavy to open, their lips too heavy to part. The best they could manage was a dizzying flicker of eye contact. Thankfully, Caretaker recognised it.

"Come on, you need to sit down."

Whumpee shook their head, then regretted it instantly when the world fell apart around them. All the seats on the train were occupied. Getting one would require weaving through the blockade of people in the aisle, finding someone willing to sacrifice their comfort, and overall being a nuisance. The other commuters were already looking at Whumpee a little warily, flashing glances and raising eyebrows at their corner before turning away again. The last thing Whumpee wanted was more attention. Besides, the seats were quite far away. One, two, three steps... Whumpee couldn't count anymore.

The train turned another corner, tipping Whumpee into Caretaker's arms.

"Whumpee, you're boiling," Caretaker exclaimed as Whumpee's skin met theirs.

"I'm fine," Whumpee said. Or at least, they tried to. Instead of words, all they managed was a short, muffled groan that sounded every bit as fragile as they felt. "I just feel kind of..."

Weak.

Tired.

Sick.

Nothing at all...

The last of Whumpee's strength faded.

The world tipped sideways, and everything disappeared.

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Whumpee who used to be a chatterbox, who's been so heartbreakingly quiet ever since Whumper's punishments, finally tentatively opening up to Caretaker, who listens with relief and rapt attention

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Characters that would die to protect anyone but no one would die to protect them have my whole heart. Especially if the character seems like a total asshole because they've been so mistreated that they don't know how to show how much they care.

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when the character makes the most pathetic, heartbreaking sound after being disturbed - they got moved and it made their injury hurt, or maybe they're just so exhausted and they're trying to communicate "please let me rest" - yeah. yeah. more of that.