#blood loss whump

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

[slippedtheknot]

"I Don't Wanna Die."

Whumpee's hands clawed at their wound. Blood was still gushing from in between their fingers and Whumpee was starting to panic. They could hear Caretaker on the phone with 911; urging them to hurry.

There was so much blood and Whumpee didn't know what to do. Their mind was blank. They knew to keep pressure on it, but there was just so much blood and Whumpee couldn't concentrate. Caretaker hung up the phone and came back to where Whumpee was. They saw that Whumpee's hands were starting to loosen up, and more blood continued to leak out from their abdomen.

"Hey hey hey, you've gotta put pressure on it." Caretaker rushed over and replaced Whumpee's hand with their own. "I've called 911, and they're coming to help us, okay?"

Whumpee stared up at Caretaker with glossy eyes. Their mind was starting to go fuzzy, and Whumpee felt exactly how they did after that 2-mile run. The panic Whumpee was feeling grew ten-fold.

"I don't wanna die," Whumpee whispered. "Please, please don't let me die."

"I won't let you die Whumpee, I promise." Caretaker met Whumpee's fear-filled eyes, and behind the calm, stoic front Caretaker put on, Whumpee could see their fear too.

[lumpywhump]

Whumpee who keeps picking their scabs to the point where they have to go to the hospital because of the blood loss

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 64

Whumpee is in dire need of blood. Who has the compatible blood to try to stabilize them? Caretaker, Rival, Enemy..?

[sonofwhales]

ok but an interesting detail I've noticed in fiction after experiencing this myself.

Usually when fainting, a character's vision goes black and they might be out for hours. Now I'm not an expert as I have only fainted once, very recently. It was due to stress+food poisoning and I was trying to throw up when I heard my dad calling for me and like, I was in a state of confusion and one moment I was haunched over the sink and the next I was on the floor with him calling out for me (can cross that one out from the whumpy bucket list LMAO)

but like, I was out for literal seconds and there was no vision going black, didn't even feel the fall. I just feelt extremely weak and disoriented and had a very skewed passage of time. While I looove a good ol dramatic faint, I want to see more of that in fiction.

Just imagine, whumpee is injured and bleeding out, focused on standing up and determined to find their team but they feel as if the ground is moving under their feet.

When they see their group relief of being "safe" overtakes the adrenaline and one moment they see the group running towards them and the next they're laying in the arms of the leader, who is crying and calling out their name.

Whumpee can't understand why leader's expression seems so anguished.

[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee is back

[Previous] - [Next] CW: Captive whumpee, injury, blood loss, medical whump, hurt/comfort, defiant whumpee, intimate whumper

Two guards on either side pulled whumpee through the wasteland. Whumper lead in the front, often craning their head back to make sure whumpee stayed in check.

"This is all pointless!" Whumpee shouted at them. "I'm not giving up my team, I'll be nothing but a h-.. hassle. I just-" Whumpee ran out of breath as their retorting faded. The bandage on their side was soaked in blood as some began running down their waist.

Whumper turned around, immediately motioning for the group to stop. "They're bleeding faster than I thought. Lay them down for a second." Whumper ordered, rushing to them while ripping open a new bandage.

The guards tried pulling whumpee to the ground; whumpee wouldn't bend their knees, so whumper grabbed their legs and pulled them out from underneith them.

"No no NO- I'm fine! Leave it alone!" Whumpee squirmed. Whumper pinned their legs together with their knees and peeled off the dripping bandage.

"I'm going to put some pressure and tighten it, okay?" Whumper explained, wrapping a bandage around their midsection.

"Just le-leave me here. I'm already holding you back." Whumpee rasped, sweat pouring down their face. The guards kept whumpee's arms over their head and wouldn't let them move an inch.

"Thanks for the kind thoughts. Now take a deep breath, this'll hurt." Whumper said. Whumpee glared and breathed rapidly; whumper just watched and waited. Finally out of sheer discomfort, whumpee took a deep enough breath as whumper pulled the two ends tightly against the wound.

Even though they wanted to, whumpee willed themselves not to scream. They groaned and cried behind gritted teeth, their cheeks flushed red and whumper could feel them tense underneath them.

"That's it, you're doing fine. Good job." Whumper patted their leg. Whumpee deeply exhaled with the tiniest whimper behind it. They seemed unable to speak.

"I'll get you taken care of when we get home. Some stitches and a night's rest will do you good. I'm sure you haven't eaten in a while." Whumper shook blood off their hands and stood up. They looked down and realized whumpee was trying to squirm to their feet. They kept collapsing and their legs were shaking.

"Want me to carry you-"

"No." Whumpee cut them off, still trying to struggle to their feet. They began using the guards to try and pull themselves up.

"Come on whumpee, this is pathetic." Whumper crossed their arms.

"I'm- I'm aware. I don't want your help, don't touch me anymore. Please..." Whumpee looked up at them with a furrowed brow. For the first time, whumper saw just how much pain they were in. Mentally and physically.

"Okay I'm picking you up." Whumper said, shoving their arm under whumpee's knees.

"No, no you are nooOOOTT-!" Whumpee shouted as whumper hoisted them up mid-sentence. Whumpee clung to their neck out of sheer adrenaline.

"There we go, not so bad right?" Whumper cooed, continuing onwards.

"Put. Me. Down." Whumpee hissed.

"Would you rather we drag you across the gravel? Just relax. I'm not going to drop you."

"If that gets me put down, they do it." Whumpee kicked their feet. They tried to pry off whumper's fingers from their back leg, but was unsuccessful.

Whumper sighed and rolled their eyes. For the rest of the way, whumpee complained and argued loudly. Carrying them was exhausting, but whumper liked that they could monitor the bandage and keep track of how much blood they were losing.

By the time they got to the transportation, whumpee had fallen asleep. Their head was resting against whumper's shoulder, one arm was folded over their stomach, their other arm hung limp.

Whumper claimed the back seat and laid whumpee across the length with their head on whumper's lap.

"What an unfortunate little lamb. Willing to follow your team to the grave." They whispered, stroking whumpee's hair from the side of their face.

"I truly feel terrible for you."

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1379

Whumptober #29: "Who said you could rest?"

“Who said you could rest?” The caretaker demanded as the whumpee’s eyes slipped shut.

“Please- I’m so tired.” The whumpee slurred as a combination of blood loss, confusion and pain. They’re trying hard, they really are, but it’s so difficult for them to keep their eyes open. 

“So am I, buddy, but you don’t see me sleeping on the job. I told you to keep your eyes open - that’s an order!” 

While the caretaker sounds harsh, those not suffering from life-threatening injuries can see the panic across their features.

[of-wounds-and-woes]

From the Korean drama The Good Detective, episode 12.

He was badly wounded but didn't want to leave before making sure his attacker was rescued so he can be put on trial. He was trying so hard to stay awake before driving off once the ambulance arrived..

[whump-or-whatever]

Whump Vignette #13

Contents: stab wound, blood, passing out

Notes: Johnah Varley is an OC, all you need to know is that he’s a magic user in a universe where most people don’t know about magic.

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Johnah stumbled in the door to his place, hand smearing blood on the doorframe as he leaned on it for support. His other hand clasped his abdomen where a deep puncture wound testified to the knife he’d taken in his latest encounter with one particularly nasty being of darkness. He’d managed to get away, but only just, and it had lacked his usual elegance. (He’d run for the hills first chance he got.)

Unfortunately, Johnah was not in a situation which afforded him a chance to worry about appearances. He was, rather, about ready to pass out from blood loss. He needed to act fast.

Pushing off the doorframe with a loud groan, he managed to make it to the couch before collapsing onto it. Johnah cursed himself for not practicing healing magic more. Even in optimal conditions he was passable at best, and this was far from optimal. He was wracking his brain to even remember a spell that would stitch his skin back together. When one came to mind, it was something he only half-remembered from an old spell book. Still, he hardly had much choice. With a cringe, Johnah pulled up his shirt and placed a shaking hand over the wound, beginning to recite what he hoped were the right words.

It worked. Sort of.

The wound started to close, but he was rushing to get the words out before he passed out so the tissue didn’t have time to grow back into the empty spaces, instead pulling in pieces from the surrounding area to fill in the gaps. And god did it hurt. Johnah screamed from behind gritted teeth as it felt like he was being stabbed all over again. The sensation of his insides moving about made him suddenly aware of body parts he’d never even felt before, each one an acute point of agony.

After what felt like an eternity, the wound finished closing. It was not the smooth skin Johnah knew the spell should have produced. Done right, there should have been no evidence of the injury whatsoever. Instead, there was a cratered scar where the skin had just managed to bridge the gap between either side of the wound. Johnah knew there would be issues below the surface as well, but that would have to be a problem for another day because the second he finished the spell he promptly passed out.

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Thanks for reading!

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 68

After being pounced on by a vampire in the middle of the night, whumpee never feel unconscious. Half-awake, and potentially half-alive, they stumble off to the first location that crosses their mind

[jordanstrophe]

Can we pretty please get a part 3 to the abandoned whumpee story pleeeeease????

(Only if you want to though!!)

Yes yes you may ^^ Edit: I had no idea how much fun it is letting personalities of a cocky whumper and whumpee clash

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CW: Defiant whumpee, taken captive, whumper having to caretake, abandoned whumpee, manhandled, blood loss

Whumper held both of whumpee's arms trying to wrangle them still. They fought hard as whumper could barely keep them in their arms.

"Let go of me!" Whumpee shouted. Whumper motioned for their team as two grabbed whumpee and pried them apart.

"Be gentle with them; we're keeping this one alive." Whumper huffed, fixing their jacket.

"This is all that's left?" One of the team members asked.

"No, most of them got away. This is what was sacrificed." Whumper cupped whumpee's chin and tilted their head up.

"You're not understanding it was willingly." Whumpee retorted back.

"Willing or no, it looks like your team didn't feel you were worth fighting for." Whumper spoke lightly, thumbing their cheek. Whumpee winced and twisted their face out of whumper's hand. "Regardless, we're taking them back with us." Whumper announced.

The team all groaned in unison.

"Whhhyy, let's just kill them and get it over with! What if they run?" Someone argued.

"Then make sure they don't! Killing them now would be a waste, wouldn't it?" They turned around and gave whumpee a smile.

"How's that going to work for you?" Whumpee spat, squirming in the guards hold.

"You have information; intel I would love to have my hands on." Whumper's eyes trailed down and they noticed blood starting to soak through whumpee's clothing.

"And you think because they, -Oh what was it you said-... Abandoned me, that I would give them up? That I'll roll over and join you?" Whumpee retorted. "That won't happen. It'll never happe-

"Stop. Shh sh sh sh, stop arguing with me, you're making yourself bleed out. Easy now." Whumper folded a cloth and pressed it against the blood as whumpee gasped in shock.

"We've stalled enough. Let's get you home before you bleed to death. And whumpee dear," Whumper tethered the bandage to their side and gripped their shoulder.

"I would never abandon you. Unlike someone we all know..." They fluttered their fingers.

"I'd actually rather you would." Whumpee cocked their head to the side. 

"No you rather wouldn't." Whumper's eyes flicked up. "You're stranded far from help, I presume your team -that left you behind- also took the transportation you came in on, so you would wander around until you start suffering from blood loss until you crawled around in vain. Then, you get to be the sacrifice you always wanted to be."

Whumper bent on their knees to whumpee's level with a��smug smile waiting for their bite back. 

Whumpee's face was blank. They didn't have one. 

"Mmm.  .... That's what I thought. Now, let's go home, shall we?" 

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[serickswrites]

Out

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, blood loss, unconsciousness, rescue

The world was muffled and dark. It didn't make any sense. Whumpee's head was spinning, their body floating away. They knew this was bad. That Whumper had finally gone too far, but they couldn't muster the energy to be afraid.

Whumpee wanted to sink deeper into sleep, to let the abyss wash over them. They weren't even cold any more. The thought should have been deeply troubling. But Whumpee just couldn't care.

Just as they couldn't feel the restraints on their wrists and ankles any longer. Just as they couldn't feel the ever growing pool of blood around them. Just as they couldn't open their eyes. Whumpee was just too far gone.

Whumpee could hear their name being called, so far in the distance, though they realized it may have been much closer. But they were too tired to answer. It was too late for them. There was no getting out of the abyss. They were out of time.

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"Whumpee!" Caretaker shrieked as they ran across the dungeon, slipping in the vast pool of blood Whumpee lay in. "Whumpee, open your eyes, Whumpee!" Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek frantically.

Whumpee's eyes remained closed. Their weak, stuttering breaths were the only thing letting Caretaker know they were alive. "Come on, Whumpee," Caretaker urged. Whumpee's skin was icy beneath their fingers.

But when Whumpee didn't open their eyes and their breathing slowed, Caretaker decided they were out of time. "Just hold on a bit longer. I'm here. I'm here. Just hold on, Whumpee," Caretaker murmured as they lifted Whumpee into their arms and began to run. There was still time. There had to still be time. Whumpee's time had not yet run out.

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Whumptober #8

xxx forced to stay awake

"Do not let him sleep!" Louisa's voice, sounding strange and distant. It reminds River of the vinyl records he used to listen to with the OB as a kid, the really old ones that made his granddad get that wistful look on his face that disappeared again as soon as he caught River looking at him. Things were so much simpler back then. If he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend he's back there...

"Cartwright!" Lamb snaps, shaking him a little. "Do you want to be fired from the Service for good?"

In this moment, that actually doesn't sound like too much of a bad thing if River is being honest. He doesn't say so.

"That wasn't rhetorical." Lamb's voice is loud, sharp. "We both know how your last job interview went. No one that's any good'll take you, which means you'll be stuck behind a desk at some basic mid-level office job. Or maybe a private firm'll take you on, like your old pal Webb! Imagine working for those arseholes. Is that what you want?"

"No," River mutters.

"No? Then keep your fucking eyes open!"

River forces himself to comply. There's not much to look at, really: the back of the passenger seat; the blood on his hand; Jackson Lamb's knees; the back of Louisa's head and, when he lifts his gaze a little, a glimpse of her worried face in the rear-view. The inside of his eyelids offered a better view.

The car hits a bump, jolting him and ripping a cry from his throat as pain tears through his side and chest where the bullets had struck. His vision goes dark for a second, and then he's pulled back to awareness by the sound of Lamb's raised voice.

"Jesus Christ," he's saying. "Who taught you how to drive?"

"I'm sorry!" Louisa, voice pinched. "River, come on!"

River groans, and prying his eyelids apart is harder this time. Breathing is hard, too. Everything is hard.

"River, talk to me! You okay?" Louisa cries.

"Yup," River gasps. Another groan. "Hurts."

"I'll bet it does," Lamb says. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before running off on your own like a fucking dickhead, eh? Course, I thought the same thing the last two times you did it. It's like you never learn, no matter how many times I tell you to stop doing stupid shit."

"You can..." River really shouldn't be wasting his breath on this, but he can't help it. "You can lead a horse to water."

Lamb makes a noise that could be a snort of laughter or, more likely, he's hacking up something disgusting.

"I don't know that I could lead you fuck-ups to water if we were on a-a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific."

River tries to draw in another breath to respond, but his chest hitches and he lets out a wet cough. His mouth fills with the taste of iron and he almost gags, but coughs again instead, blood flecking his lips, and he just keeps coughing. Panic is creeping in, black dancing at the edges of his vision. He can't get enough air...

"Keep breathing," Lamb commands, his words filtering through the ringing in River's ears. The pressure he's been holding on the hole in River's chest increases as he tightens his grip.

He doesn't know how long it takes, it feels like a lifetime, but the coughing fit finally subsides. His chest is burning, head pounding. He can't catch his breath. And, more than anything else, he's so, so tired. It's a deep, heavy exhaustion. He just wants to sleep.

"Cartwright! You open your fucking eyes, now."

Fucking Lamb. Louisa is speaking too, but River can't discern the words. She's too far away. He suspects she wants him to stay awake too, though, damn her. Damn both of them.

"Now!" Lamb repeats, tapping River's face. "You hear me, Cartwright? That's an order. I know you're shit at following those, but you had better follow this one. Come on. Eyes open. If you won't do it for me, do it for Guy. You saw what happened after Min. What do you think'll happen if you die in her backseat?"

That sparks something, the faintest bit of anger, and River's eyes open a little. He doesn't know how he manages it.

He doesn't know if he'll manage it again.

xxx

[worldboywhump]

Home And Away: Ep 7620 (He’s in extreme pain😩)

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Greyscale sketch with blood in red of Lancelot holding a wound in his left side, with a weakened expression on his features, blood staining the left side of his tunic and all down his left arm. End ID]

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Whumptober Day 25: Stabbed

Lance got stabbed, and is casually walking it off (well, staggering to find Merlin or Arthur to help)