#day 19 exhaustion

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@whumpcember Day 19: Exhaustion - M*A*S*H 2x5 Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde

[serickswrites]

It Ends Here

Warnings: self sacrifice, exhaustion, magical exhaustion, unconsciousness

"No! It's a dead end. No!" Caretaker shouted hopelessly as they skidded to a halt. The others stopped behind them, each of them crying out their own lamentations. Whumper had been chasing them all through the system of caves for who knew how long. They had all been sure that this was the way out.

"There's only one way out of here," Whumpee said solemnly. They turned to face where they had all come from.

"Whumper and their minions are back that way! We can't go back, they'll vaporize us!" Teammate One cried.

"There has to be another way," Teammate Two said as they began to tap on the walls. "There has to be another way."

"We're going to die," Teammate Three said as they began to sob. They collapsed to their knees.

"We're not going to die. It ends here. Right here. Right now. We're ending this," Whumpee said angrily.

"What do you mean, Whumpee?" Caretaker didn't like the look in Whumpee's eyes.

"I can stall Whumper. I can stop them probably. But I can definitely stall them long enough for you all to escape," Whumpee said quickly as they started back down the tunnel. "Run as fast and far as you can. Warn everyone. There will be some who can help you."

"Whumpee, you can't do that! It's suicide!" Caretaker couldn't breathe past the panic gripping their heart.

"I'm the only one who can do this!" Whumpee shouted angrily. "So go! Run! I can take Whumper!"

Before Caretaker could offer more protest, Whumpee hurried down the tunnel. "Whumpee, wait!"

"Let them go, Caretaker, they're buying us time!" Teammate Three shouted as they started to run towards the end of the tunnel. Whumpee had turned right, trying to lure Whumper off. Teammate Three turned left.

Caretaker hesitated at the mouth of the tunnel. They could get to safety. They could get help. They could warn as many as they could. But they wouldn't be able to help Whumpee. To save Whumpee.

They turned away from the team's retreating backs and ran after Whumpee. They couldn't abandon Whumpee. They couldn't let Whumpee die alone.

Caretaker's chest was heaving by the time they reached where Whumper and Whumpee were facing off. The air was heavy with magic and Caretaker could barely breathe past it. Relief filled them as they saw Whumpee still standing, looking relatively unscathed.

Whumper, however, was faring poorly. Their minions had scattered and they were struggling to hold off Whumpee's power. With a cry of pain, Whumper collapsed and remained unmoving on the ground.

"You did it!" Caretaker said with a crow of delight. Whumpee had succeeded. They really were Whumper's match. They had beat Whumper.

Whumpee turned slowly, stumbling a step. "Caret'r," they mumbled as their knees buckled.

"Whumpee, no!" Caretaker shouted as they hurried forward, catching Whumpee before they smacked their face on the ground. "Say something, Whumpee!" Whumpee was limp and pliable in their arms.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker brushed back Whumpee's long hair. Their skin was hot to the touch and they were breathing rapidly. "Whumpee!" Caretaker repeated as they tapped Whumpee's cheek.

Whumpee didn't wake. They had completely exhausted themself. The use of power had been more than Caretaker had ever seen them muster. "Hold on, Whumpee. I'll get you to a healer. Just hold on."

They stood up and began to run. Magical exhaustion was dangerous, deadly even. They couldn't let Whumpee pay the ultimate sacrifice to beat Whumper. "Just hold on!"

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i get him. i get him so much. i am the eldest kid and this is how i look like. the eyes, the bags under his eyes, the cigarette, yeah yeah that's The Long Suffering Eldest Kid Look™️

BUT WAIT. YOU KNOW WHAT GETS ME HERE?? YOU KNOW WHAT?? HE CHENG WAS GETTING A MASSAGE. HE WAS RELAXING. He probably just finished a whole day of meetings and doing mob boss things and then he gets a fucking call that he’s stupid little brother and his stupid friends have done more stupid things and he has to bail them out AGAIN because Brother Qiu would kill them himself if he doesn’t.

So now here He Cheng is. In his bathrobe. Outside. In the rain. Watching as his stupid brother and his stupid friends climb out of Qiu's carーwhich was actually He Cheng's and which he thinks Qiu probably damaged on purpose just to get back at him foisting He Tian and his friends at him. He Cheng probably didn't even get to finish his massage. He's having the universal Eldest Child experience of something going wrong the second he tries to relax all because his little brother is such a little shit. That cigarette dangling from his mouth is his last life line to sanity.

[mayasdeluca]

Station 19: 6x15 ‘What Are You Willing To Lose’

[pixiesnooze]

he tian calling he cheng and he cheng just being resigned to his fate not even asking for details that man is TIRED

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 19:

Prompt: "Exhaustion"

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Medwhump May- Day 19 Alt 11

Exhaustion

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Tw: aftermath of hospitalization and recovery, exhausting as predicted, hehe

Part 19 (all others here)

As she showed the first signs of coming around, after they finished the surgery, and took her own first breaths, she was taken off the ventilator.

Her breathing was rattled and strained, but she was pulling air in on her own. Her lungs working on their own account again, finally.

She fell unconscious, the moment, the tube was out, never realising, what actually had happened.

The unconscious body was rolled into PACU, still deeply under. She stayed still for about another 45 minutes. Her vitals started to climb, the constant drum of her heartbeat picked up a bit and her bloodpressure rose around the time, her fingers started to twitch and brush over the bedding. Her dark eyelashes were moved by her eyes slowly rolling around under closed lids in her pale face. Her forehead wrinkled, in a clear sign of discomfort. Her fever had finally broken and was coming down.

Another few minutes passed, her heartbeat was running faster now, but still some spikes breaking the rhythmical zigzag on the monitor.

A blond middle aged nurse had picked up on her rising vitals and came over. She had been informed, that the lady, that came in, young and healthy, merely 4 days ago, had just undergone an endless strain of deverstating complications. The possibility was high, that she'd panic, when waking up after yet another sedation and another operation performed on her unresponsive body. She'd most definitely be confused and dizzy, like the times before.

The nurse made sure, all iv lines were in order, bags, hang by the side of her bed filling, reassuring, that the young woman's system was still working in the range of its possibilities.

She just laid her hand on the lady's twitching one. The little shock, of how cold those weakly shaking fingers were, the nurse tried to ignore. It felt like a toddler, with too big fingers was trying to grab her hand, actually.

"You're alright, hunny." She said in a half-loud voice. Cold fingers curcled around her own, the stirring had stopped, as had the rustling of the sheets.

The pale face was making all kinds of disturbed expressions, as her closed eyeslids kept on hectically moving from side to side.

"I'm here for you, little lady." The blond nurse encouraged her again.

The patient's eyes opened just a little crack. Her nose wrinkled, despite her state, the nasal cannula, was disturbing her clearly.

Eyes were tired, confused and glazy, slowly adjusting to her surroundings.

The hand under the nurse's tried to move, but the additional weight of her's was making it impossible.

Her other arms twitched, fingers straightening agonising slowly and the unused muscles tensed. Her heartbeat was audibly hammering away, but her movements were only slow. She was confused, too exhausted to be overwhelmed by rising panic, it seemed.

The arm lifted from the bed, hand aiming for the tube under her nose and around her ears, while she pulled in swallow breths. Every movement of her chest, showed as a wrinkle, build by pain in her face.

She only managed to lift her arm about 10 inches, half way across her chest.

The nurse's other hand took a gentle hold of the arm in midair. It was shaking in her carefully grip, no real counterpressure there at all.

"You're fine, sweetheart. We'll take care of you."

Those seemed to be the reassuring words, the little lady needed. Her arm fell limp in the nurse's hand, the fingers on the bed, under her other, fell still. A relieved exhale and the exhausted female patient went under again.

->Day20

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[neonsbian]

this week....

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Lunch break? What’s that? Oh you can call out sick? Must be nice. Paycheck? What paycheck?

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Whumpcember Day 19

Exhaustion

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

They don’t even have time. An explosion rips the ship free of the star destroyer, taking them apart. He hears Rex’s voice yelling his name, and Anakin reaches out with the Force, hauling himself upright and reaching out.

The Force gathers around him, whispering of safety.

He reaches deeper. Farther.

Holding a shuttle is far from what he’s fully capable of.

His mother believed in him.

So did Rex.

And Obi-Wan.

And Qui-Gon, who might be gone, but he still lives inside him.

Anakin believes in himself.

He lets himself feel through the ship, and wrapping his mind around it and holding, willing it to slow. To stop. The moon’s surface is nearby, and Anakin lets that fuel him. Remembers his mother’s face, the softness of her voice and the warmth of her embrace. Remembers Obi-Wan, who trusted him enough to let him leave, cared for him enough that he was willing to let him go, if it meant his survival. Who was responsible for him, the same way Anakin is for all these men.

He can already feel the death. The destruction. And he won’t let it stay true. He won’t let Maul win this, won’t let him claim his brothers.

He won’t let anyone.

Not even themselves.

Anakin doesn’t remember much of it, actually. He just remembers the crash of the ship striking the surface. He remembers the crushing and tearing of metal, the explosions, but he doesn’t stop holding.

He feels the death. Doesn’t know how many it was.

Anakin drops to his knees, panting. He doesn’t want to move.

Something cold and metal runs into his shoulder. The blue and silver coloration is familiar. Artoo’s beeping filters in from far away. He’s still here. He stayed. Came back.

“Thank you,” Anakin whispers, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around the droid. He pulls himself half onto it, and Artoo fires his boosters, flying out of the hangar before the clones can attack him again.

He catches sight of the familiar ship right above, and Force-jumps into the open, back hatch. Artoo flies after.

Anakin sinks into the seat as Rex turns the ship away, aiming it upwards as sharply as they can.

The cruiser landed. He doesn’t know the survivor counts, the death counts, but – but he saved some. He felt it. That’s all that matters. He still saved them, and after everything else that’s happened, he just feels relieved.

No matter how tired he is.

“We did it,” Anakin says finally, eyes closed, Artoo balancing awkwardly near him.

“You did it,” Rex corrects, “You saved them.”

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I.”

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 19 Alt prompt: Heat Exhaustion

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine 2x15 Paradise

[serickswrites]

Before I Sleep

Warnings: kidnapping, implied torture

Caretaker could barely keep their eyes open. They had read the same line in the email Teammate One had sent at least four separate times, but still, they couldn't understand what they read.

They took a sip from the icy coffee at their desk. When had it gone cold? How long had they been awake?

Caretaker shook their head. It didn't matter. They got up to make a fresh pot of coffee. They needed something to keep them awake. They couldn't sleep until Whumpee was home. Couldn't sleep knowing they had let Whumpee down when Whumper had kidnapped Whumpee. Couldn't sleep knowing that Whumpee was very likely suffering at the hands of Whumper.

No, Caretaker wouldn't sleep before Whumpee was home. They would do everything they could to stay awake. They had to. Whumpee needed them.

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Whumpcember 19

All of this Whumpcember is a single, long fic, with the prompts used in specific scenes, in order. See the Masterlist and AO3 link here.

((content warnings: suicidal despair, chronic pain ))

promptspiration: @whumpcember Day 19: Exhaustion

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy Whumper: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Draco whump type: despair fic type: post-Hogwarts AU

words: ~400

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The stairs were forever. 

He pulled himself up, step after endless step. His hand was too heavy to lift from the railing, sliding along with its weak grip. His feet were leaden, dragged only with effort over each rise, heavier each time he set them down, and aching again anew every time they came to rest. It took more and more effort to move them forward again, but he had to keep going. 

He swayed to a stop, staring at his feet, and slowly lifted his eyes. The stairs climbed up above him still, ten more steps, maybe. Ten more interminable, impossible steps…

He realised he couldn't imagine taking those steps. Forcing himself to lift his foot again, to tighten his grip again… why? Dragging himself forward, trying…

Why?

He slowly sank down and sat on the step, arms wrapped around the cold, empty feeling inside, staring blankly past his knees. There wasn't anything up there to go toward… or down there… or out there… There was nothing. 

Even when he was so disconnected from his body, he still hurt, off in the distance. It hurt to climb… to walk… breathe… Why go through the pain for nothing? Why did he have to take it…?

The hall and stairs grew dim with evening; he was distantly aware of it. He should move, but… he couldn't find the strength. Or a reason. It was so much simpler to sit there and stare at nothing, waiting for something to change. He was almost surprised he wasn't crying, but even that felt too hard, too much effort. He didn't have even that much left to give. 

"Draco?" Harry must have come down the hall at some point. "I thought you were going to have a nap?" He came up the bottom few steps. 

His weak hand slowly stopped kneading his half hand. "I can't," he said distantly, and bowed his head, gripping the back of his hair.

"It's okay, I'll help you up there." Harry took his hand from his hair and started pulling him to his feet.

It wasn't about the stairs. "It's too hard," he said quietly. "To keep going…"

Harry focused on him sharply, and then pulled him against his chest with convulsive tightness. "It's okay," he promised into his hair, clinging tightly to him. "It's okay. I'll fix it. Just stay with me."

[wetravellight]

It's so funny scrolling through any form of social media these days (late August through October) and seeing autumnal content, and all the fast fashion brands pumping out their reds and browns and greys, and people talking about cool weather and falling leaves.

We're out here in the Middle East (specifically the Gulf) getting deliciously broiled and caramelized in the heat until maybe late October, so, uhh...