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Whumptober Day 30
Recovery - Hospital Bed - Holding Back Tears - "What have I done?"
Warning amputation... quadruple amputation.
Quiet moans left Whumpee's lips as Caretaker adjusted them to a sitting position and tucked pillows around them to keep them sitting up.
"How are you feeling this morning?", Caretaker sat down in a chair next to the bed, "did you sleep well?"
"S-still sore from the procedures", Whumpee whispered, "I still feel them", Whumpee's eyes began to water.
Caretaker reached for a tissue, and dotted at Whumpee's eyes.
"I know" Caretaker sighed, they looked down at what was left of Whumpee's arms and legs. They had been removed by a madman with a power saw. After their rescue, doctors had to go in and correct the amputated limbs, making the stubs even shorter.
"Is it okay if I apply the medicine ointment now for you?", Caretaker smiled weakly, "I know those phantom pains are horrible. Would a little massage help you?"
Whumpee shook as they tried not to cry, they nodded to let Caretaker start.
"Here take a drink first my dear", Caretaker reached for a cup and placed the straw to Whumpee's lips.
Whumpee took small sips, they felt their was a knot in their throat.
Caretaker set the cup down and cupped Whumpee's cheek.
"You don't have to hold back tears in front of me.... you know that right? You have every right to cry, scream, and be angry. What that person did to you... what they took from you... I understand. You are uncomfortable and trying to be brave, but you don't have to do that, not any more."
Whumpee huffed a few times, trying to contain themself. They looked down over themself. Their missing arms and legs. Just stumps.
"Wh... why did this happen... who does this to someone?", Whumpee whispered, "please Caretaker. Help me understand?"
Caretaker looked over them, "I know you are use to me being the fix all the problems person. I unfortunately don't think I can fix this with just talking, and I don't think I have the words that can even start explaining how sorry I am that this happened to you. The guilt I feel that I wasn't their to protect you. I'm so sorry."
Whumpee sniffled a little.
"Can I, can I have a hug", Whumpee whispered.
"Yes you can absolutely have a hug", Caretaker stood from their chair and leaned over the bed, "you know you can always have hugs."
Caretaker lifted Whumpee up and pulled them close.
"I'm here for you. I will help you to the best of my abilities", Caretaker cuddled Whumpee, "I promise you."
Whumpee nodded. They buried their face into Caretaker's shoulder and started to cry.
Caretaker gently ran their hand up and down Whumpee's back.
After a few minutes Whumpee looked up.
"H-how am I supposed to live like this. The doctors already said prosthetics wouldn't work for me. I can't even correctly ride in the car."
Caretaker nodded, "well, in a few days, we will receive a harness seatbelt. This will be able to be installed into any cars you ride in. It will keep you safe", Caretaker started to lay Whumpee back down, "for everything you can't do... you have me to help you. Oh, and you will get a few nurses to help you as well. You'll have one every other day."
Caretaker started to massage the ointment on, "after this and breakfast, what would you like to do? We have some free time today."
"I don't know", Whumpee watched them, "I don't have a lot of energy right now."
"Well I get that. We can have a low energy day if you like. How about we find a series to watch. I'll order some snacks and drinks; we can cuddle if you like", Caretaker smiled.
"I don't know if I can stay awake long enough to watch movies", Whumpee started to get upset again.
Caretaker looked at them with concern, "hey", they whispered.
"I'm sorry", Whumpee sobbed, "I don't... I don't mean to be mean, but..."
"Whumpee you don't have to feel bad or anything. If you are not feeling up to it, that's fine. I'm just talking out loud for if you wanted to do something", Caretaker smiled, "we don't have to do anything at all if you don't want to. I will quite literally sit beside you all day and keep you company or climb in that hospital bed to cuddle with you if you want me to. Anything you want."
Whumpee sniffled a little, causing Caretaker to grab another tissue.
"Cuddles would be nice", Whumpee hiccuped from crying.
"Yeah, we can cuddle. I'll get breakfast in you, then you can pick where we will cuddle", Caretaker smiled, "do you want me to read to you?"
"No", Whumpee looked down, "can we just talk? Like we use to."
"Yes absolutely", Caretaker nodded.
Caretaker laid Whumpee into their bed. Then climbed in with them.
"Alright scoochie, scooch", Caretaker joked as they squeezed in. Whumpee's bed had guard rails on the side so they wouldn't roll out. This made their bed a little snug.
They laid on their side and hugged Whumpee close to them.
One hand wrapped around Whumpee in a hug. Caretaker played with Whumpee's hair with their other hand.
"What do you want to talk about?", Caretaker smiled, they leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Whumpee's forehead, "I'm all ears."
"Anything except for the amputation", Whumpee sighed, "but I might warn you. I may fall asleep."
"That's fine", Caretaker chuckled, "you need your rest. I may fall asleep as well. We can have a sleep day today."
Caretaker thought for a few moments.
"Ah, I know. That writer you like.. they are coming out with a new book, and I've already pre-ordered it for us", Caretaker smiled, "while you were resting in the hospital I went ahead and read the series as quickly as I could to get an idea of what was going on. I am completely caught up, and I understand why you enjoy the series."
Whumpee's eyes twinkled, "you did?"
"Yes we still have a month or so until it ships to us, but we can read it together if you like" Caretaker smiled, "or if you want, I'll help flip the pages for you while you read. I'll read it after you're done. Whichever you want."
"That would be fun to read it together", Whumpee smiled.
Caretaker grinned, that was the first smile since the accident.
Caretaker watched as Whumpee's eyes closed and opened again.
"I think you are getting tired", Caretaker sat up for a blanket.
"I think so to", Whumpee smiled weakly as Caretaker pulled the blanket up and covered them both.
"I think I am too", Caretaker yawned back, "do you want your bed back, or do you want me to stay here?"
"Please, will you stay with me", Whumpee pleaded.
"Yes of course I will" Caretaker went back to playing with Whumpee's hair, "I'll stay right here for as long as you need me to... I promise."
Whumpee nodded.
Caretaker left another gentle kiss on Whumpee's forehead when they finally fell asleep.
'I'm so sorry', Caretaker thought to themself as they cupped Whumpee's cheek, 'you have been through something I would never wish on anyone. You are being so brave, but I know you Whumpee. You are so scared. Even a little ashamed. You are always so self-conscious.'
Caretaker lovingly watched them sleep.
"I love you so much", Caretaker whispered, causing Whumpee sleepily smile.
Caretaker leaned up one last time to kiss Whumpee's forehead.
"I promise... everything is alright."
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Whump Wheel Drabble #2: Missing
Thank you to @ofinkandstardust for the wheel and the inspiration!
CW: Amputee Character, (Magical Prosthetic) Non-Human Whumpee (Harpy) Cane use, Healing stitches, Cursing, Ignoring the severity of wounds, Loss of family.
Characters: Bixita “Bix” Meliaki, (he/him) Prince Tahir (he/him)
“They’re gone.”
Bix’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as soon as he set foot in his home. His siblings weren’t there, and as he frantically began looking around for any signs of them, it became more and more clear that they hadn’t been here for a long time.
The old silo had been abandoned when Bix found it standing alone at the edge of the city. All the grain long since picked clean by rats, and hardly anything but the roof, the floorboards and the door warranted calling it a home. But his siblings had been born in the nest he’d built into the silo’s catwalk. He’d told them stories of monsters and adventurers around the fire pit he’d dug into the ground. And the shelves lining the wall, built from nothing more than an abandoned cart Bix had run across on the road, still boasted the various knickknacks he’d acquired, found and stolen over the years.
But his siblings were nowhere to be seen. Everything was coated in layers of dust and cobwebs, and it was impossible to tell the last time the fire had been lit. Bix dropped his makeshift cane at the door and hobbled over to the nest on his leg that had barely healed, collapsing into it and sifting through the blankets, as if he’d find the three little harpies wrapped up in them.
But there was nothing.
Tahir, still frozen in the doorway, finally spoke. “Bix, I’m so sorry…”
“Shut up.” Bix snapped. He was clutching a blanket so hard it seemed like he was trying to strangle it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This is my fault.” Bix swiped at the tears that were beginning to prick at the edges of his eyes and threw the blanket down, pushing himself up with great difficulty and dragging himself over to the stairs. Tahir picked up the other’s cane and shut the door behind him, following closely down the stairs.
“Bix, your stitches…”
“I don’t care!” He shouted, whipping around to give Tahir a piece of his mind. But his eyes were filled with tears. “My siblings are gone! I was supposed to protect them, I’m their big brother, and I was stupid enough to get arrested and leave them alone for three years! So my stitches, and my fucked-up leg, and my useless fucking wings don’t fucking matter because they’re probably-“ Bix froze, his eyes widening as the worst-case scenario fully dawned on him. And the grief that had been building up in his chest finally came out in wet, anguished sobs. His bad leg gave out, and with a split second to react, Tahir caught him and lowered him to the ground.
“Get the fuck off me!” Bix cried, pushing against the prince, who let go immediately. Tahir could only watch in sympathetic silence as Bix crumpled in on himself and cried, his sore wings only having enough mobility to partially wrap around himself in an attempt to hide. Eventually, he slowly uncrumpled and began to drag himself down the stairs, one step at a time. When he reached the bottom, he toppled over onto his side, his weak body still wracked with sobs.
The world seemed to stand still for a few moments. Bix’s world had crashed down around him, and Tahir didn’t know how to help. Eventually, the prince stood up and slowly walked down to the bottom floor of the house, setting the cane at the bottom of the steps but staying away from Bix as he’d requested. Instead, he wandered over to the shelves, observing the meager belongings of Bix’s family. An assortment of pots and pans, some folded-up fabric scraps and a basket full of sewing supplies, lots of pretty rocks, and a couple of toys: Some cobbled together, some that had once been nice but were now a bit past their prime. And between them all, there were some empty spaces, spots in the dust.
Some things were missing.
“Bix…?” Tahir asked cautiously from across the room. “What else used to be on this shelf?”
“What the hell are you talking about…?” Bix sniffled, his usual vulgarity having lost it’s edge. The harpy pushed himself off the ground, grabbing his cane and hauling himself to his one working foot to cross the room.
And as soon as his eyes finished scanning the shelves, he gasped.
“Their favorite toys are gone… And their bags, and my good cooking pot-!” Hope began to seep into Bix’s tone as a realization hit him. “They left…”
Tahir looked down at Bix, who was staring at the shelves in disbelief. “Do you know where they might have gone?”
Bix shook his head, trying to dry the tears that just kept coming. “No… But if they left then they’re out there. And I’m gonna find them.”
#whump#winged whumpee#wing whump#amputee whump#tw loss of family#whump writing#whump drabble#whump wheel#this is one of the later points in Bix’s story and the beginning of his recovery#and the first time he’s cried in front of Tahir#Bix will for sure be one of the biggest players on this blog just because he’s so fun to play with ;)
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DAY 19: "you deserve this"
Harrison’s phantom pain had been absolute murder all day. He didn’t know why, but nothing was working to fix it, every step on that leg was agony, like a hot knife twisting in flesh that wasn’t there. He struggled through work, even the complex cases that usually took his mind off it not working anymore. He finally finished, managing to get away on time for once.
He must have sat in his car for close to half an hour, his head resting on the steering wheel, before he felt able to drive. His painkillers had done nothing, not even scratched the surface. It was exhausting. He managed to make it home, just about, glad the drive was short.
He just had to hope the kids were settled, because he really didn’t have the energy to deal with them tonight. He was greeted by the dog as he got in, which managed to make him smile, at least. He fussed him a little, but his heart wasn’t really in it, and he headed down the hall to dump his keys and bag. Tai emerged from the kitchen, having heard the door go but not Hars call out. A hand on his shoulder, he pressed a kiss to his cheek. His boyfriend looked like shit, pale and standing uncomfortably, like he couldn’t take weight through his prosthetic.
“You alright?” He asked gently.
Harrison sighed, forcing a smile. "Just phantoms."
“Been a bad day?”
"That obvious?"
“I know you too well. Food is nearly ready, did you want to get your leg off and go and lie down if it’ll help? I can bring dinner up to you.”
"What about everything else?"
“Don’t worry about it.”
"You can't just do it all."
“I’ve not been at work all day, I can handle it. Go on, go and get some compression on it.”
"Alright. Thank you." He didn't have the strength to fight it.
Tai kissed him again quickly. “Love you.”
"Love you too." He murmured. He took his time heading upstairs, the climb absolute murder.
Tai watched him go up the stairs, then headed back into the kitchen to finish cooking. He explained to the boys that their dad wasn’t feeling well, and that he wanted some quiet and some time to himself. They seemed sad, but Kieran nodded, looking wise beyond his years, and said they’d try and be quiet.
When dinner was ready, Tai took a plate up to Harrison, knocking softly on the door before he pushed it open.
Harrison had settled in bed, wrapped up in the duvet and trying to make himself feel better. It hadn’t worked yet, and his pain meds still hadn’t kicked in.
“I’ve got dinner for you.” Tai said gently.
"Oh. Thanks."
“The boys wanted to say hi but I said you needed a bit of quiet.” Tai sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out for Harrison.
"They deserve better than me."
“Don’t be daft.”
"I'm not."
“You’re an amazing dad to them.”
"I can't be a dad.'
“Why not?”
"Look at me." He murmured, choosing Tai over the food.
“Stunningly handsome doctor who spends all day helping others even when he’s in pain? Disgusting, how horrible.”
"Yeah, leave me for him."
“Except he’s right here in my bed.”
"Where is he?"
“He’s you, idiot.”
He kissed Tai’s cheek. "Idiot is more like it."
“I can forgive the idiot, you are dating me after all.”
Harrison hummed. "I'm glad you'd forgive me."
“Of course I would. Are you gonna eat?”
"You?" He managed to tease. "I'll do that."
“Food first.” Tai said. “Then if you’re feeling better later I’m not going to stop you.”
He laughed. "I'd never say no."
“Have something to eat, then?”
"Have you had something?" He asked, taking a mouthful.
“I need to, mine’s waiting downstairs.” Tai admitted.
"Oh, go get yours."
“Figured you still might want some peace and quiet after a busy ED. The boys are behaving, though.”
"They can come up if you need five minutes?"
“No, it’s okay. Why don’t I leave you to it an’ I’ll come see you in a bit?”
"Don't be forever? I've missed you."
“I won’t be forever. I’ll eat and then try and get the boys to bed.”
"Thank you."
“Love you.” Tai said gently, kissing his cheek before he headed out of the room. He ate, tidied the kitchen, and spent a little bit of time with the boys before it was time to start getting them ready for bed. It was a little like herding cats, and harder without Harrison, but he was used to it by now, given Harrison’s frequent night shifts. All of them trooped in to say goodnight to their dad, and Taidgh managed to get teeth brushed and everyone in bed in reasonable time. He’d even managed to make sure everyone got the right meds, including himself. That was an achievement in of itself.
He finally could join Harrison then, settling on the bed next to him with a happy sigh.
“How’s the pain now? Still just as bad?”
"Better now you're back."
He smiled. “How was dinner?”
"Amazing. Way better than I'd have made."
“Glad you liked it.” Tai murmured. “Can I see if I can help?”
"I'd say chop it off but that's already happened."
“I’m no surgeon.” He said. “But I can try?”
"Chop more of it off, go for it."
“Try and make it better.”
"I'll stop being an arse. If you want to, you can."
Tai hummed, pulling the covers back. “Just shout if you want me to stop.”
Harrison snickered. "Sure."
“You know what I mean.”
"I will."
“Relax back, close your eyes?”
He did as he was told, for all of thirty seconds. He propped himself up on his elbows and narrowed his eyes. "What are you gonna do?"
Tai laughed. “I was gonna try some massage, see if it would help the phantom.”
"Alright." He slowly lay back down. "Just be gentle."
Tai kissed his knee. “Promise.”
"Mm, okay."
Gently, Tai worked over Harrison’s stump, hoping the sensation of his hands would help the phantom pain. He knew things would be sore after a long day at work too, muscles tight and tender.
"God, where have you been all my life?"
He laughed. “Ireland, for most of it.”
Harrison found himself joining in on the laughter, the tension draining from him. It just added to the affection Harrison felt for Tai, and he made a happy noise.
“Helping? Reminding your brain that leg isn’t there anymore?”
"Reminding something that needs to be listening." He mumbled. "Haven't got a brain."
“Careful, talk like that would get you kicked out of clinic.” He teased. “But it feels good, right?”
"Makes me wish I had the rest of my leg." He said, almost starting to drift.
“I’m not that good.” Tai admitted. “But I’m glad I’m helping. You deserve this, you deserve to be out of pain.”
"This is that good." He murmured. "Thank you. Honestly, thank you."
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
"I would for you, too."
“Cute.”
"Don't be patronising!"
“I was teasing!”
"Sounds the same." He laughed.
Tai paused after a moment, his hands stilling. “I’m sorry you’ve had a tough day, though.”
"You've made it better."
“Good. You deserve it.”
"Love you."
“Love you too.”
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HWS Captain AU
This happens right after the last page I posted.
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(ty @figuwhump for the pose! 💕)
Jian is an insomnia baker <3 welcome to 3am floor cookies, sponsored by The Horrors
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Realised that my Whumpee got boring again so to spice him up I’ve amputated his leg again and given him some white hair as a treat.
And here’s a lil wip of the reunion with his partner. Look at the absolute hack job on his leg, realised that this is a work of fiction and I am allowed to write my Whumper sawing off Whumpee’s leg in the kitchen without him dying, yayyyyy. And yes he’s also missing a finger, don’t know if I posted about that one yet
#whump community#whump stuff#my art#whump art#whump recovery#lights out ocs#oc: Lyle#amputee Whumpee#he’s gotten some blunt force trauma to make his hair go white
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Whumptober2023 Day 25: "They're not breathing"
After Kyle rescues Yuuki from the river, and from drowning
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Fifth chapter now posted!
(Fic is complete, final chapter will be posted Tuesday 15th October AEST)
Pairing: Buddie Chapters / Length: 5 of 6; 41k total. Ratings / Warnings: Mature; none Summary: After the tsunami that devastated Los Angeles, Athena goes to the rescue after a report of people in need of help. To her horror, she finds Christopher and Buck stranded amidst the wreckage of the city. And Buck’s leg is pinned — the same leg that had only just healed from being crushed by a ladder truck. As time runs out, Buck is being crushed all over again, and Athena faces an impossible choice. With Christopher watching, she must decide: do the unthinkable, risking Buck’s career as a firefighter forever, or hesitate — and let the man beloved by the 118 die in front of the boy who might as well be his son? Written in collaboration with @angelwithwingsoffire Read on Ao3 here Reblogs appreciated!
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So, I had this dream; I'm not gonna get into too much specifics as it was full of gross stuff. But at one point, this guy loses an arm to an explosion and pretty much ends up being rendered unconscious (note; believe it or not, the person in my dream was actually Gordon, from the "half-life" franchise)
So, here's a guy with a cybernetic limb.
Made in fábrica de heróis
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Roger scowled deeply down at the edge of the sink below him, a pair of silver nail trimmers seemed to mock him, reflecting glimpses of his skin color back up. He had chucked them into the sink in a fit of anger. Anger seemed to be the only emotion he was capable of nowadays, he was quite ashamed to say that nasty, cutting words were constantly aimed at nurses, since he had gotten home, flinging objects across the room was a constant interruption. He was given some pardon by…everyone around him. Afterall, who wouldn’t feel rage at losing an arm?
He glanced up to the mirror, stark white bandages over his nub of a left arm, naked torso a stark contrast to it. It wasn’t even that arm that was the cause of his anger, it was his right hand. Every time he tried to pluck at his clothes, or slide under the covers at night, his jagged nails were catching the fabric threads. They were too long, and he couldn’t use his own goddamn nail trimmers in his own goddamn bathroom because he only had one fucking arm.
He jerked when he heard the door clicking open next time him, Riley’s concerned face peeking in through the crack.
“Hey.” She said, and thank god it wasn’t in that overly concerned, mothering hen voice everyone seemed to put on when he walked into the room. “I’m thinking about going to the liquor store, you want a six pack or something to get you real fucked up?” He’s not even sure why that made him laugh, a weirdly watery wheeze of air. It felt normal, talking to her, and even her having to move in to take care of him didn’t feel so bad. He suddenly became aware of tears rolling down his face, but she didn’t even acknowledge it.
“So, beer or Fireball?”
“Actually…”
She didn’t press, didn’t ask what he wanted as he took a breath. He reached into the sink and picked up the nail clippers, shoving them into her hands. Her fingers tightened around the tool as his hand dropped away.
Not a word was said as she snipped away white crescents of nail tips, the pieces flying out from under the metal and being forgotten on the floor.
“Uh-uh.”She muttered when he tried to pull his hand away, thinking they were done. He was slightly confused as she reached back to the sink, yanking open a drawer. A nail file he didn’t even know he had was drawn out, and she maneuvered his hand so she could see how much she filed away.
He felt cleaner when she was done, as odd as it was to say. Smooth edges, nothing snagging as he rubbed his thumb nail to his index finger to check it.
“So.” Riley said, tossing the tools back into a drawer. “Beer or fireball?”
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you can really tell a lot about a person from the type of pet that they own
#boyfriend to death#btd#lawrence oleander#btd lawrence#tpof#the price of flesh#whump#amputation#amputee#blood#bruises#gore#guro
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Me brainstorming a Whump story: cut his foot off & make him crawl 😈
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This is a FANTASTIC resource! Thank you so much, OP, you've just answered so many of the questions that late-night delves into Reddit and medical forums couldn't.
Writing amputees: Phantom limb sensation/Phantom Limb pain
This was something I got asked about a lot whenever I made videos about amputee representation, so let's talk about Phantom Limb Sensation (PLS) and Phantom Limb Pain (PLP).
TW: Description of surgical amputation process. section with this content can be skipped and the start/end will be clearly marked.
What is it and what causes it?
Phantom Limb Sensation is when you can feel a limb, even after it's been amputated. This phantom limb is a VERY common side effect of amputation, one that almost every amputee experiences at some point. Depending on how the limb was amputated, how old the person was at the time and the condition of the limb before amputation, it can last for as little as a year to being a life-long condition.
it's caused by the part of your brain responsible for proprioception - the sense of where your body is in space. Your brain has an internal map of your body and specifically your nervous system, and it uses this to determine where certain body parts are in space, even without input from your 5 main senses, meaning you don't need to look to know where, say, your leg or hand is (usually, though other disabilities like autism and ADHD can affect this and make it less accurate). Usually, the brain senses where your body parts are using a combination of this map and input from nerves. But if something happens to your body part, that internal map can have a lot of trouble updating, and when the internal map and the nerve inputs don't match, it can cause your brain to panic and fill in the gaps from the missing input signals, creating the sensation that a lost body part, usually a limb, is still there. For some, the limb light be locked in place, other might have the sensation of the limb "growing back" (though as I understand it, this typically only happens to very young children) and others feel as though the limb is perfectly fine and moving along with the rest of the body normally.
This sensation isn't unique to people who have lost limbs mind you: some trans people who have had top or bottom surgery, people who've had mastectomies, and even people who have had growths or tumours removed often report a similar sensation of their removed parts still being present, though it's not usually as intense and fades after a few months to a few years on its own with minimal intervention, leading to it being categorized as a separate phenomenon to Phantom Limbs in these cases.
Phantom Limb Pain is an extension of phantom limb sensation, caused by the body's more extreme reaction to the same phenomenon. The exact reason why it occurs isn't known, but in many people, instead of feeling a persistent pressance of a limb that's no longer there, they will feel discomfort or pain radiating from the lost limb. For some people, it might be an itch on the phantom limb they can't scratch, for others, the pain can feel like intense "pins and needles" all over the lost limb, others feel an electric "zap" running through the non-existent nerves, live they've grabbed a low-voltage electic fence, some people feel a dull, pounding pain, like the lost limb is being crushed or pushed into positions it shouldn't be able to go into (e.g. someone who had their knee amputated might feel the joint bending in the wrong direction). Some people experience all of these, some only experience one. Everyone will be different.
How is it treated?
Like with many things in life, prevention is better than a cure. certain measures can be taken to lessen the intensity of PLP and PLS before it can even start.
Gore TW: description of the process of surgical amputations, skip to the "----" divider to avoid.
People who have had amputations in the last 10 years will go through a slightly different procedure than those who had amputations before then. Historically, the limb would be amputated by cutting directly through the limb and either sewn shut or by having a skin graft where tissue is used to create a "cap" at the end of the stump. These methods worked, but left nothing for the nerves to connect to once everything was healed, leading the brain to think the reason for the lack of signal from the limb is that the limb was simply broken. Not only can this cause added intensity to the nerve pain, and increase the risk of something called a neuroma, where the nerves attempt to mend the "break" and continue to grow until they hit the surface of the skin, causing them to bundle up and get tangled, creating a feed back loop and amplifying any signal from the area to unbearable levels (including phantom sensations).
Today though, when conditions allow, amputations are done by cutting through the limb as before, then once the skin layers are reached on the other side, surgeons cut downward, creating a long tab of skin which is pulled over the bottom of the stump and reattached to the front. This allows the major nerve pathways in the limb to connect with each other during the healing process, creating a loop in the nerves and tricking the brain into thinking it's still receiving signals from the amputated limb.
Those who had their amputations prior to this change in the procedure can have a similar operation done to achieve a similar effect, though in both cases, it doesn't always work and can lead to the brain producing very very strange phantom limb sensations. In my personal case, it creates a sensation that I can feel my own skin in the region as though it was something separate from the rest of the body, almost like I'm wearing a sock. Very odd, and honestly kind of cursed lol.
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If prevention isn't an option though, different treatments exist.
One popular method is through compression. what's left of the amputated limb (called the stump) will be either wrapped in very strong compression bandages or the person can wear a fitted compression sock on the stump. This is usually done for the first 6-12 weeks after the amputation, though it can be done for longer under the supervision of a rehab specialist in some circumstances. After 6 weeks, 6-12 weeks, the stump will have healed enough for a prosthetic to be fitted. After this point, the person is encouraged to wear the prosthetic or at least the liner, usually made from silicone in modern prosthetics instead of a compression sock/bandage. The liners of the prosthetic offer milder compression, as does the socket of the prosthetic itself, and the "snug" feeling can, for some, make the phantom pain more bearable and the phantom sensation less frequent (though some people experience the opposite and will have increased PLP/PLS while adjusting to the prosthetic, though it usually subsides eventually).
For leg amputees specifically, they are encouraged to walk on their new prosthetics as much as possible, as the action of walking with the prosthetic will often trigger the phantom limb to start moving in time with the rest of the leg, and the sensation of walking can essentially trick the brain into using the phantom limb sensation to help the person walk more naturally and feel less unstable.
Another treatment is called Mirror Therapy, though this only works for single-limb amputees or arm and leg amputees who's amputations were on the same side (e.g. both left leg and left arm). The person puts their full remaining limb in front of a mirror and their amputated limb behind the mirror, then angles themselves so it appears that their full limb being reflected in the mirror is replacing the lost limb. If the person is experiencing an itch on their lost limb, they can scratch the full one, and look into the mirror. Eventually, your brain will feel the scratching sensation on the phantom limb instead.
If none of these options work, nerve pain medications such as gabapentin can be prescribed, though this is usually a last resort as these medications can have serious side effects and can prevent people from being able to do certain jobs or even drive depending on the dosage. As an absolute last resort, an injection can be given to the person to numb the stump. This does not stop the pain completely, but it does subdue it, though many doctors warn against this as it often means the person will not be able to feel if their stump is injured and can result in infected, untreated wounds.
Unfortunately, there is no "cure" yet, and many amputees just learn to live with PLP and PLS.
What things make you more or less likely to experience PLP/PLS?
There are some things that can make you more or less likely to experience PLP and PLS, and that can effect how intensely you experience them.
Your age when you lost the limb
People who are born without the limb almost never experience PLP and PLS, as their brain's internal map already knows the limb isn't there. Likewise, children who lost their limb very early in life don't usually experience PLS very intensely, or for very long, and are less likely to experience PLP at all. This is because when you are young, your brain is already updating that internal map because you're growing, so it has an easier time understanding the fact the limb isn't there anymore. Young brains are also constantly changing and growing, making them more adaptable in general to acquiring major disabilities. On the flip-side someone who lost their limb late in life is more likely to experience PLP and PLS for the rest of their lives. It can be managed, but it will likely always be pressant. Thier brains have not really needed to make any major updates to that map, often for decades, and are not really built to be able to do that, meaning PLP and PLS will likely take longer to go away, if they ever go away at all.
How you lost it and the condition of the limb before it was amputated.
If you lost your limb due to trauma, meaning events like accidents or major injury, the phantom sensation you experience will likely be much more painful, and could even feel like the injury or accident is happening over and over again. For example, someone who lost their arm to a shark attack might feel the sensation of the shark's teeth biting into it as well as the sensations described in the first section.
Alternatively, someone who had their limb amputated due to a pre-existing condition might continue to feel that condition even after the limb is gone. As a personal example, I've had multiple amputations throughout my life, but my most recent was due to a bone infection that formed at the bottom of my stump from a previous amputation. Now, when I experience phantom limb sensation, I can still feel where the infection reached the surface (where the nerves began to feel something was wrong). I had that leg amputated through the ankle as a young child, and when it was re-amputated higher up due to the infection, I didn't feel the whole leg, just the pre-existing stump.
Post Amputation Care
If a person does not receive proper medical care immediately after an amputation, their phantom sensation and pain will be significantly worse. My great Grandfather for example, lost part of his hand during WW2, but due to the situation, was not able to receive adequate medical care once he was established due to the medics being preoccupied with the actively dying. As a result of this and the traumatic nature of how he lost it in the first place, he experienced very intense phantom pain for the majority of his life. This is also important to keep in mind if your story takes place before the modern age, as it wasn't really understood how important post-amputation care was until recently, and many folks were left to just figure it out themselves.
Time
As with all things, phantom pain and phantom sensation fade with time. They may not ever go away entirely, but they do fade in intensity at least a little. This is especially important to keep in mind for characters with beyond-human lifespans. Your elderly grandmother character might not live long enough for their phantom pain to fade entirely, but your immortal vampire who's been alive for a millennia and lost their arm when they were human probably will.
Closing things to keep in mind
Wow, that was longer than I was expecting but I hope you found this all helpful. One last thing to keep in mind is that oftentimes, amputees who do experience PLS/PLP get pretty good at managing it, so you don't have to worry about it too much unless the amputation happens during the story itself or you want to make it a focus, this is just an explanation of what you can include if you like. Personally, though, I feel like it's an aspect of being an amputee that a lot of media rep overlooks, so it would be nice to see some more representation at least mention it. It doesn't have to be constant, but some brief comments or something of the like will go a long way.
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No. 2 "I'll call out your name, but you won't call back."
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Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."
A 'recovery' fic set some time after this
Harrison had gone from strength to strength in his recovery. Even despite the sepsis and pneumonia, on top of the initial gsw and opened chest in the field.
It had been a long, hard slog to get there, though, that couldn't be forgotten. After the chest drain, he'd ended up with a little delirium from everything, and everyone dreaded that it was going backwards. Somehow, he kept progressing, kept improving, kept defying expectations.
It was several months later when he was finally allowed from the bed, graduating to being allowed to potter between there and the sofas. He was on strict instructions to not treat anyone, to not do anything stupid and outside of his current abilities. He still had a babysitter, though they denied that that was why they were there. It was obvious, but he didn't really mind; he enjoyed the company and conversation.
Harrison had lost so much weight with it all, far too much, and that brought its own problems. His prosthesis no longer fit properly, the bone rubbing against the hard plastic. It put him off walking with it, choosing instead to use his crutches where he could.
Fao didn’t mind ‘babysitting’ Hars. He was still getting over his own chest infection, easily tired, and so sitting around in the basement doing paperwork and making sure Hars had what he needed suited him just fine. Besides, he liked Harrison’s company, and it was still just so nice to have him ‘back’ after all they’d been through.
The past few nights, Harrison had been struggling to sleep. He just couldn't settle with pain and just wrongness in his bones. He'd tried to shake it off, busying himself in the basement to try and keep his mind active. The room spun each time he stood, but after a few moments of gripping whatever counter he was closest to, everything returned to normal. It was just tiredness, that's all.
Fao noticed as Harrison emerged from his room, somewhat unsteady on his crutches. Not unusual, and Fao wished he’d use his chair instead, but he wasn’t about to start that fight again.
“Hey. Need anything?” Fao asked.
He took a moment to reply, looking blankly at Fao before he shook his head. "No, I'm good."
“You okay?” He asked, frowning.
"Been better."
“Need something? Meds?”
"I want out of the basement."
“Want some fresh air?”
"Yeah. But I want to stay out."
“I can’t let you stay out.”
"You can't keep me here."
“You’re still not well, Hars.”
"I'm late, Fao. I don't have time to worry about not being well."
Fao frowned, standing up and putting his book down. “Late?”
"Yes, late. I'm trying to get ready."
“Late for what?”
Harrison turned to look at him, exasperated. "Work. Honestly, Fao. I don't get you."
“You don’t have to go to work, you’re off sick right now. You got hurt, remember?”
"I'm not stupid, I know I got hurt. I can fucking feel it."
“So you don’t need to go anywhere.”
"Yeah, I do." He turned back, swaying on his crutches. "I need to go."
“You don’t need to go to work, you can stay here. Why don’t we sit down, I’ll put the kettle on?”
"I don't want a drink. I want to go outside."
“Come on, it’s okay.”
"None of this is okay."
“I know, I know. But you don’t need to go out, you can stay here.”
He frowned. "I don't want to stay here."
“I know, but it’s for your own good.”
"It's obviously not."
“It is, Hars. I know it doesn’t feel like it.
"Where's Tai? He'll tell you."
“He’s at work today, he’ll be home soon.”
Harrison frowned at him. "Well where's Levi?"
“Your dad is with him.”
"He's my son."
“Nobody is saying otherwise.”
He huffed. "Right. Okay."
“I mean it, Hars.”
"Mean what?"
“Nobody’s saying otherwise about Levi.”
"Right. So I need to go."
“No, you don’t.”
"Whatever." He turned away, bored of the conversation and ready to do his own thing.
The turn made him dizzy, but he figured it would go, it had to. He stumbled forward, managing a few steps before his crutch slipped slightly. He struggled to right himself, but the dizziness was only getting worse, the room darkening at the corners.
Nausea rose too, only adding to the feeling that he was dying, but he didn't have the energy to do anything about it. His leg shook and he knew his knee wouldn't hold him, but the thought was quickly lost to the blackness.
“Hars? Harrison?” He called.
Fao spotted the way Harrison went blank, the stumble just another warning sign. He crossed the room quickly, aiming to help Harrison stay upright on his crutches, but his eyes rolled and he went down. He reached for him just as he went, stretching further than he should, and he staggered under the weight of him as they went to the floor. It was softer than it had been if he’d not caught him, but it wrenched Fao’s bad shoulder and he groaned, the pain already bad.
Harrison was still in Fao's arms, his chest rise and fall all too shallow. It took a few moments for him to start to come to, screwing his face up.
“Hey, you’re okay.” Fao said, running his fingers through Harrison’s hair. “Take a moment.”
He groaned, trying to get his bearings. He reached to rub his eyes, his head pounding.
“You’re alright. You fainted.”
"Head hurts."
“Headache? You didn’t hit the floor.”
"I'm on the floor."
“I caught you, you fainted.”
"Oh. Okay."
“Let’s get you back to bed.”
#whumptober 2023#no. 2#“I'll call out your name but you won't call back.”#delirium#oc#fic#passing out#fainting#catching someone#whump writing#whump prompt#faolan blackwood#harrison cunningham#the wolf and the ghost#crime au#hars goes splat#amputee#pneumonia#whump#fao's gonna be real sore later
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HWS Captain AU
Had an idea where an incident happened during RE8. He just lost some weight, that's all.
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I'm not trying to start trouble, but I'd argue that amputation isn't great for body horror, because that's an actually really common real life thing. Like that's just someone's body, a LOT of someones' bodies, and someone with that body will probably see that. I'm not an amputee, but I do have other things that media and writers like to sensationalize and make into horror, and it just isn't fun to see your actual real life normal body be called body horror. I just wanted to say something bc the whump community can be really not great about real life injuries and conditions like that and it's not responsible to encourage blatant ableism.
I'm sorry, that was my mistake. I write HTP, which is often tagged body horror. I was also thinking of it as portrayed in horror films like the Saw franchise.
But of course you're absolutely right and there's nothing inherently horrifying about amputation, limb differences or disfigurations. I apologize for causing offense; I really should have thought that through more before I answered.
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