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whumpschild · 11 months ago

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Me and a nother account in here @writehardwhumpharder wrote something with that in it. An au with our charecters

Mine: Tyler (17 here)

Theirs: carson (19 here) & diana

(Posted this pic before but this was drawn for it)

It was safe to say Carson was driving on auto-pilot at this point. With the cruise control set to 65 mph all he really had to do was keep the steering wheel straight and keep heading west. Quiet music came out of the speakers, not high enough to hear clearly but loud enough to break the silence. The only channels they picked up out here were country and some weird kind of instrumental jazz. He hadn’t glanced at Tyler in miles which wasn’t unusual for them, after all with the kid being dead silent there wasn’t much to even remind him he was there. Between all the adventures there were a lot of times like this, just quiet hours on the open road. The last town they’d passed was an hour behind them and if the flat desert stretching out before them was any clue, it’d be a while before they passed another one. Carson wasn’t worried though, they had enough food and water to get through the day.

He was so lost in thought, Carson hadn’t even noticed the large pothole in the road until the car jolted violently. In that moment Tyler’s eyes shot open and he screamed. It was nothing like Carson had ever heard from him before, just an uncontrollable shriek of sheer pain. Not knowing what was going on, Carson immediately slammed on the brakes making Tyler lurch forward with momentum before coming back down hard in his seat. This time he sucked in a breath of air and held it, as if every muscle in his body had seized up.

“Wrong’s wrong?” Carson asked, “What’s happening?” Tyler didn’t respond, he didn’t even breathe. “Come on, Tyler, talk to me!” It was like a flip had switched and Carson had gone from being completely calm to full on emergency mode. He couldn’t wait for Tyler to explain it to him so he thoughtlessly reached over and grabbed the boy's shoulder. What he saw made him yank his hand back in surprise. It looked like fire spreading inside Tyler from a spot on his right side.

Tyler pressed hard into his side with both hands willing the pain to go away. He’d managed to start breathing again but only quick shallow breaths through clenched teeth. “Fuck,” he croaked, “It hurts so fucking bad.”

Carson grabbed his shoulder again to take another look at his energy, confirming what he already knew. “I think your appendix burst.”

“My what?” Tyler asked groggily. The pain kept him alert but it clouded his ability to think too. He felt like he was shutting down.

“Your appendix, it was infected. Now that it’s burst it’s leaking pus into your abdominal cavity. If I can’t contain it, you might die.”

“Oh no,” Tyler mumbled, “oh no no no.”

“It’ll be fine, trust me. Just- just wait a second.”

Carson grabbed his phone and stepped out of the car, not missing the look of panic on Tyler’s face as he stepped away. He barely had one bar out in the middle of nowhere but he had to try. His mom might know how to help them. The phone rang for a painfully long time before Diana answered, sounding busy.

“Mom, I need to perform surgery in the desert. I need your help,” He said breathlessly. There was only a brief pause before Diana processed what he had just said.

“Put me on speaker, tell me everything you know and while you do that I need you to find a knife, some hard liquor, scissors, and a clean cloth. You’re gonna need your magic for this.”

Carson got to work searching the car while Tyler sat rigid in the passenger seat trying his best not to die. “I’m pretty sure his appendix burst, the infection is spreading.”

“Okay, in that case you should also grab a straw, and I don’t suppose you have a needle and thread?”

“Who do you think I am? Martha Stewart?” Carson asked as he found exactly one clean pair of socks still in its plastic packaging.

“In that case you’ll use your magic to cauterize every cut you make to stop the bleeding.” Carson found the last of the supplies and ran around to the passenger side door. He set his phone down on Tyler’s lap so he could keep Diana informed. He briefly considered moving Tyler to the ground but it was too dirty and any unnecessary movement would make it worse.

“I’m gonna recline your seat back okay?” He told Tyler who glanced at him with glazed eyes and nodded. Carson felt bad for him, knowing he didn’t realize how much this was gonna hurt. Unsurprisingly, the sudden movement felt like a bomb going off inside him and Tyler screamed again, grabbing onto the walls of the car for dear life.

“Do you know where the appendix is?” Diana asked, sounding muffled through the phone.

“I know where the problem is.”

“Close enough. Now lift his shirt, pour some of the liquor onto the area and on the knife and your hands.”

“Okay, now what?”

“Now you cut.”

Carson froze, he knew what he had to do but actually doing it was a different story. Tyler must have heard her because he started grabbing at Carson's hands desperately, urging him to stop.

“Sorry Tyler, but I have to do this.” Carson ducked his head into the car and used his left shoulder to hold Tyler down while he sank the blade into Tyler’s skin, dragging it through to make a small but deep cut. Tyler must have hit his limit because Carson could feel him going limp under his grip. This would be easier with him unconscious so it was probably for the best.

“Alright, it’s just us now. Tyler’s out and I made the cut, all the way through.”

“Good job, now I suggest you remove the appendix as carefully as you can. It’ll be the small organ that is visibly inflamed.” Without magic Carson would have been going into this completely blind but using his senses he was able to make a pretty clear picture in his mind. He sent a little energy into Tyler to keep him stable as he struggled to keep the incision open wide enough to access the appendix. “Do you have it?”

“Yeah,” Carson responded. The ridiculous position he was in wasn’t making things any easier but he didn’t dare move.

“Pinch it at the base between two fingers and burn it. You know how to do it with your magic right? Sever it completely while burning the blood vessels closed.”

Carson took a deep breath and got the small organ between his fingers. Luckily he was able to tell where the healthy tissue ended and where the bad tissue started. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that he literally had his hands in Tyler’s guts and focused on what he was doing. Even with all the practice he had channeling heat into his hands it was no easy feat to do it with surgical precision. Once it finally came free and Carson saw that it had left minimal bleeding behind he exhaled with relief, unaware that he’d been holding his breath that whole time.

“Okay,” Carson panted, “I did it, it’s out.” He dropped it into a nearby empty cup and leaned back out of the car, relieved to be able to stand up straight again. It was short lived though because he knew he needed to immediately get back in there and finish once he’d resanitized his hands. “So how do I close him up?”

“Um, remember that straw I asked you to get?” Diana said, the grimace she had on her face came through in her voice making Carson immediately skeptical.

“Yes?”

“Take another look with your magic, his energy is still a mess isn’t it?” She asked.

Carson did as she suggested, giving him another once over. His vitals were still stable enough at the moment. Just as she said though, his energy was still a mess. It didn’t make any sense. “But I got the appendix out…”

“Yeah, but you got it out after it had already burst. Without an operating room suction machine handy, I’m gonna need you to use that straw to suck out the pus yourself.”

“WHAT?”

“Do you want your friend to die?”

“No. Can’t I just use magic somehow?”

Diana sighed, “I don’t know, can you use magic to remove it?” Truthfully, Carson had never been very good at moving liquid with his magic and they both knew it. She was right, their best bet was for him to do it manually.

“He better appreciate this,” Carson grumbled.

“That’s my boy, you can do this.”

What happened next, Carson would never tell another living soul, not even Tyler, to spare himself from ever having to relive the experience. It took a lot of hard work, swearing, gagging, and mouth rinsing, but he did it. He suctioned out enough that he could keep the rest of the infection in check just using his magic. Double checking the area for damage, Carson was finally able to close the incision. Yet again he used heat to seal it which would most definitely scar and create another wound entirely but it was the best he could do.

Diana waited patiently on the other end of the line as Carson collapsed backwards on the desert sand next to the road in the midst of his own existential crisis. He wanted to cry but no tears would come. “I can’t believe I had to do that,” he choked out. Diana attempted to soothe him but there wasn’t much she could say. “Mom, you have no idea what I just went through.”

“I know, honey.”

“Oh god,” he cried, “What is my life?”

“You’ll be fine. Now you just need to keep an eye on it, monitor the wound, and get him some antibiotics and painkillers.”

“Okay...”

“Alright, it’s the end of my lunch break, I gotta get back.” Diana explained.

“Um, okay,” Carson muttered. He hadn’t been aware that she was literally at work that whole time. He hung up and slowly walked around to the other side of the car. He was absolutely exhausted. Tyler was starting to stir but he was far from awake. Driving however many hours it would take to get to the next motel sounded like hell but Carson had no choice. He turned the car back on shakily. The radio turned on automatically, playing that weird jazz music quietly. Then he took off heading west on the interstate. After getting up to speed he set the cruise control back to 65 and tried his best to go back to autopilot.

Aftermath—

It took about an hour for tyler to wake up completely. Every time they hit a bump he hissed in pain, less pan than before but enough to where his forehead was beaded with sweat .

"Ah, fuck" Tyler whined, his voice cracking. He clutched his side hunching over.

"Sorry, i tried to slow down.well make it to the next town and get painkillers and antibiotics."

"How long?"

"About an hour,"

Tyler sighed and lent back in his seat still holding at his side, he couldn't really sleep in this kind of pain but found it difficult to stay awake too. The music in the radio was soothing, pleasant, if weren't for that pain he could have fallen asleep faster. Carson was trying to keep him stable but if he used too much magic it'd be bad for both of them and Tyler can't drive right now. Eventually he was able to fall asleep, scaring Carson for a second because he had stopped complaining and became a little too quiet for comfort.

Carson managed to be able to top off the tank and move on to the next town,if it weren't for that massive wad of cash they had they’d be in trouble. Tyler was more awake but seemed dazed still but continued to whine any time they had hit a strong bump while they were on the road. Carson searched around for a while, found pretty strong painkillers but wasn't really able to find any over the counter antibiotics, that was what tyler needed most. He'd have to try the next town.

"You good?" Carson questioned. They had gotten back on the road and had been for a while. In that time the kid had gone quiet. Not much reaction to anything. He seemed paler than he was supposed to be, his skin glistened with sweat in the sun making him look more so. “Tyler?” he asked again with a louder voice trying to get his attention. He shook his shoulder trying to get a response, normally he’d brush Carson off wanting to be left alone but nothing. “Hey-” Carson placed ahead on Tylers scarred up forehead, ignoring that the scar felt like leather, he was burning up. How could he have neglected something like that, maybe he was still hazy from that concussion.

Carson shifted gears and swung the car around making a highly illegal U Turn and gunned it back to town, making a 45 minute trip in 15. They had to get to a place to rest at least, Carson saw a motel 6 in town earlier and that's exactly where they were going. He kept an eye on Tyler the entire time, making sure he stayed stable enough. He got sketchy looks from the receptionist when he had dragged an almost unconscious teenager to the room telling him several times to pick up his feet. He managed to get tyler on the bed and take a break before checking the “surgical” site. Just like he thought it was infected. Normally Carson would try it but hes never healed something like that before. Hed have to break into the urgent care and steal the antibiotics.

one very small specific whump trope I like is when whumpee's automatic reaction to pain is to hold their breath, even though that is obviously not going to help. this either prompts panic from their friends or, if it is a reaction already known to them, they have to coax them into forcing breaths back in.

#whump tropes #whump prompt #carson hall #carson series #diana hall #apendicitus #apandectomy #magic sergery #roadside sergery #faint

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