#INJURED

[whump-galaxy]

The villain wraps their cloak around the hero’s sidekick. Severely injured, delirious, and too weak to hold their own head up, the sidekick grips the villain’s arm. Their eyes are glazed over, but their tone is steady.

“Please, don’t let me die here. I don’t want to be a hero anymore.”

[whumpypepsigal]

Outer Banks s04e08: “It's okay, just breathe.”

[whumpygifs]

[promptsbytaurie]

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

[spuddy-potat]

small appreciation post for collapsing while still conscious

ok as much as i love a good faint im also a huge sucker for when a character collapses but is still conscious, maybe just dizzy or weak

stumbling or tripping on something and falling to their knees, too weak to stand up again

weak from fever or low blood sugar and failing to get out of a chair, lying on their back or side while the dizziness subsides (i actually had a fic planned for this at one point)

slumping into a chair because they cant stand anymore

reaching out to a table or wall for support and sliding to the floor (!!!)

sitting on the floor already but they slump to the side out of exhaustion

that thing where they throw their arm across their eyes out of exhaustion or dizziness (honestly one of my favorites)

there are probably a lot more im missing rn so feel free to add on!!

[paperback-rascal]

Apparently if a person get their foot stung by stingray, they have to keep it in a special bag of shame filled with hot water that helps with decomposition of the venom, lessening the pain and shortening recovery time -> [LINK]<-.

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Artwork done for @summer-of-bad-batch's week 2 prompt - "injured".

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see more Kix the CF99′s medic posts here -> [LINK] <-

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[studio-ghibli-miyazaki-hayao]

Chihiro and Haku The Dragon

Spirited Away

Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi

千と千尋の神隠し

July 20, 2001 (Japan)

[austinbutlerslovers]

Taking Care of Benny Cross ❤️‍🩹

[jasmines-library]

Unnoticed

WHUMPTOBER DAY 6: prompt: Not realising their injured

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The whole thing had happened in a blur. One minute you were relaxing at home, enjoying your night off from patrol, and the next you were suited up, hurrying through the city. The emergency alarm came suddenly, blaring loudly through the manor. The second you heard it you were up on you feet, wasting no time before you flicked on your coms. Tim and Damian had infiltrated the Penguin’s drug den to find that they were extremely outnumbered and needed immediate back up. So, your plans for the evening were out of the window as you and Dick suited up and dashed through the city to meet the rest of your team.

You could hear the sound of gunfire from blocks away. It made you press harder. Made you slam the soles of your boots against the concrete harder to propel you towards them faster. As you neared, you could also make out the clang of Damian’s katana as he sliced his way through the Penguin’s goons, and the thwack of Tim’s bo-staff as he did the same. With a crackle, Dick’s escrima sticks flickered with blue energy as you also readied your weapon. The two of you attacked head on. Dick used the wall to gain advantage over the goon closest to him, then using his stick he took him down quickly. You slid along the ground, taking your target out from below. 

The fighting seemed to escalate after you and Nightwing had joined. It was that, or you were just in the centre of it now. It was hard to make sense of anything with the fast moving pace of the fight. There was gunfire, followed by yelling and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. You kept seeing flashes of red out of the corner of your eye, likely Jason who darted from roof to roof as the Red Hood, firing an onslaught of bullets down on the enemy lines. But other than that it was sort of a blur. You were completely honed in on the action, every ounce of your focus desiccated to the weapon in your hand. Once it was finally over, and the last of the goons had hit the ground, you took a moment to catch your breath. You were feeling unusually tired compared to how you usually were after a fight, but you figured it was because you were thrown into it so suddenly. After collecting yourself for a moment, you wandered over to the boys who had all gathered into the centre of the chaos after overseeing the arrest of the Penguin. 

As you wandered over, Jason frowned a little, giving you this oddly concerned look from under his mask. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” You frowned. “...why?”

“You’re covered in blood. Are you hurt?!” Jason spouted rapidfire questions. 

“It’s not mine. I’m fi…..” you started, but your voice trailed off as you glanced down. “......oh…”

You instantly paled. A knife protruded from your side, buried almost all the way up to the chin. You hadn’t even felt it happen– .

The second you realised it was like your black and white world had become colourised. The agony hit you quickly and you let out a breathy gasp, stumbling on your feet. Quick on his feet, Damian gripped your arm to steady you. 

“Woah. woah. Careful.”

You stared at the offending weapon, eyes wide and fixated on the cruel silver.

“Hey. Hey.” Dick’s hands came to your shoulders. “Eyes up here. Don’t look at it. Look at me. You’re okay.” He said, trying desperately to stop you from fixating on it, and to try and reassure you when he knew in reality you were far from fine. The wound was clearly deep and you were losing a lot of blood, they could see it seeping into your suit. And to make it worse, the knife was still stuck in there. 

“Lets get you sitting down, alright.” Damian said gently, helping to ease you to the ground. He grimaced at the pained noise you made. “Easy… you’re okay….” he said. He knew that having you on the ground would be safest, just in case you passed out. 

As soon as you were on the ground, Dick’s hands were moving to try and stem the wound. Your vision doubled. 

“Hey. Stay with me.” Dick said as he thought quickly of a plan. They needed to get you medical attention asap, but they couldn’t just leave the knife in. Usually that would be the best thing to do, but you were losing too much blood far too quickly and the cave was too far away. They needed to pack the wound before they moved you. “Alright. Here’s what’s going to happen.” Dick started. “Tim, you need to signal to the cave. Let them know what's happening so we can get her help ASAP. Damian, you and I are going to keep her still. Jay you need to pull out the knife so I can pack it. As soon as I've done that you need to bandage it, okay?”

Jason swallowed thickly, but moved into position, his hands hovered anxiously over the blade. 

“I’m sorry kiddo…but we have to get this out.” He wrapped one hand around the blade. “It’ll be over soon, I promise.” He said before yanking out the knife. 

You screamed, body flailing as you fought against the pain and the two vigilante’s trying to keep you still. Once it was out, Dick began to pack your wound. You cried out causing him to grimace. 

“I know. I know. We’re sorry. Almost done” he said as he used gauze to try and stop the blood flow. It was stained crimson alarmingly fast. Then his hands were flying away, replaced quickly by Jason's as he wrapped the bandage tightly around your torso, trying to secure it. As soon as it was done he stepped back, taking your hand and giving it a tight squeeze. Your eyes drooped as you struggled to stay awake. Dick noticed this and tapped the side of your face gently. 

“Hey, come on. Eyes open for just a little longer….”

You tried. But everything began to grow quiet as you faded in and out…..

“Tim…….” fading in and out….. “Status!?”

Whoever was talking sounded worried. You couldn’t make out who it was. 

A squeeze of your hand. Fading in and out…..

The squeal of tires……

Someone was touching you. Talking to you……and then silence.

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<- DAY FIVE ⛤ DAY SEVEN ->

[vimse]

@summer-of-bad-batch prompt: Injured

Unofficial sketch of the aftermath of this awesome art by @mire-draws-things. I guess he got injured by that crazy manoeuvre, ouch 😅

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about a whumper that just…collects whumpee’s based on characteristics they like. You have a nice voice? Here’s your new birdcage. Pretty eyes that glint in sunlight? Here’s your new room with artificial sun 24/7. Large, powerful wings? You’ve become the whumper’s new chauffeur.

[adorkastock]

RIP

[jump-in-the-whump]

THINGS CARETAKERS SAY THAT MAKE ME GO FERAL

“can you please focus on me?”

“don't look at that, look at me.”

“you're doing a very good job.”

“you're very brave.”

“i know it hurts, just a hold on a bit more.”

“breathe in and out, follow my lead.”

“please stay down. please.”

“you're not alone, you hear me? I'm right here.”

“stay calm, I'm just gonna look at it, okay?”

“stop doing this to yourself!”

“this is going to hurt, please bear with it.”

“i promise I'll be gentle.”

“lean on me if you need to.”

“do you know where you are? who you are?”

“can you tell me where it hurts the most?”

“you can scream, it's alright.”

“hey, it's me! come on, you know me, right?”

“it was just a nightmare, you don't have to worry.”

“i don't care if you're staining my shirt, you're bleeding out!”

“keep your eyes on me, don't look down.”

“don't say that, you know it's not true.”

“this is just the fever talking.”

“shh, you're doing so good...”

“shut up! it's not me who should rest, it's you!”

Bonus point: they say these things while brushing strands of hair out of the whumpee's face. That's… *chef's kiss*

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

"A terrible Fate"

Finally after a long time I found some time to color this piece, of which I showed you the draft some time ago

It's a really dark piece, but since it's the moment when Time knows he's about to die, it couldn't be otherwise

I wanted to recreate an atmosphere like that of a distant memory, but still quite vivid, where Time actually hated Hylia for the fate he thinks she has reserved for him

And the rain, he really hates the rain...

[shoutaaizawaonlyfans]

"I got careless on patrol, Aizawa-San. Can you help me?"

Artist: Loxori

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 9: “Field Medicine”

Peter Parker/Spider-Man in Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)