#fainting whump

[spinzolliii]

There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Sick characters fainting at work will always get me- the way they brush everyone else off who tries to get them to sit down, only for their knees to buckle, eyes rolling back as everyone rushes to their side.

"Whoa, Whumpee? Easy, easy..."

Limbs growing heavy, head lolling. Other characters trying to wake them up by lightly tapping their cheek, only to be met with nothing, Whumpee's face slack in unconsciousness.

[lawrencespen1777]

Caretaker Words

“Stop pushing this off. Something’s really wrong. Trust me.”

“Don’t look at it. What did I just say?”

“You have a fever so I’m going to pretend you did not just say that to me.”

“I need you to stop moving. I know. I’m sorry. But I can’t stitch this up if you keep pulling away.”

“Can you walk?”

“That was a really hard hit. Maybe you should just lay there for a while.”

“You look terrible. How terrible? Terrible enough for them to call me.”

“I’ve got you. You’re okay. It was just a fever dream.”

“It’s not that deep. I’m wrapping it up…ohhh my God…yeah, no, it’s fine. Not that bad.”

“Oh you’re fine? Then why are you slowly tilting.”

[the-baby-storyteller]

That little look a character gives right before they collapse.

Having been slowly getting more and more unfocused, people talking around them but them not noticing. How could they notice when it was taking all their energy just to stay upright?

The world getting more and more hazy. Their breaths becoming rougher and more labored, struggling harder every time they inhale.

Someone calls their name and their head jolts up. They make eye contact for just a moment. Their gaze tells it all.

Sweaty faced, glassy eyed, lips slightly apart in an attempt to please breathe. The lost, helpless look they give betrays every weakness, every struggle going on inside them. Their eyes keen towards whoever they make eye contact with, begging to be saved.

And then they faint.

[cpt-winters]

me and my friend are going absolutely feral for the team leader battle aftermath story. it’s so, so, sooooo beautifully written. the emotions and imagery are outstanding. I am completely immersed! we’re both dying for more. and tysm for writing and posting <3

Aw, thanks sm <3 This is the last one lol hope you and your friend enjoy!

Collapse Aftermath - Leader Whump

He tried to stay upright. He really did, but the second Leader's knees buckled any effort to grip onto composure was lost.

"Whoa, hey-"

A quiet groan was the most objection Leader managed at the arms locking around him, flaring the wound in his side.

Colourful exclamations of panic from his teammate morphed into something distant as he slumped against the other, short breaths the only thing to be heard above the heavy heartbeat- not his own, thudding against his ear.

Heavy limbs of no use to him, Leader could only shudder as Teammate lowered him to the floor, the painstaking care doing nothing for the torn skin that screamed in protest until the ceiling above finally flooded his vision.

"...ear me?"

His eyelids drooped beneath the harsh fluorescent tubes glaring down, a distinct chill settling around him as his head lulled to the side.

"Shit, shit! Hey- Can you hear me?"

Leader mustered some vague groan, frantic tapping against his cheek tugging back on his thread of consciousness. He failed to bite back his half-strangled cry, no warning coming before the firm pressure pushed into his side.

"Fuck! Why didn't you say something?" Teammate's wide eyes flickered from their captain's wound to his paling face.

".. 'thought I had it h.. handled," he gritted out, biting back another wince.

"This- this is not handled boss!"

Dark spots blotted the face looming above him in and out of focus, nothing but Leader's choked breaths occupying the space between the pair. "Yeah.." he whispered, eyes threatening to fall closed.

"No, no. Come on Leader, eyes on me," Teammate encouraged, shaky voice accompanied by incessant tapping resuming on the side of Leader's face.

Sluggishly swiping at it only yielded his own hand caught in Teammate's, guided down toward his side.

"Just keep that there, okay?" They carefully laid his palm across the soaked material, drawing a shaky breath. "I'll get help just- just stay there."

Leader's glazed eyes followed Teammate as they scrambled to their feet.

"I'll be right back. Right back," they promised, giving their captain's limp form a final glance before sprinting out the door, rushed footsteps fading down the hallway.

3/3 (Part One, Part Two)

[syncope-syndrome]

Prompts For When You Need A Whumpee To Fall Like A Sack Of Bricks

For when a slow and steady loss of consciousness doesn't quite cut it (but that's still good, don't get me wrong).

whumpee's still running on adrenaline when they bump into caretaker, nothing but smiles until they catch onto caretaker's horrified expression. they follow their gaze until they see the familiar stain of blood against their shirt. their shock drains the adrenaline from them, and before caretaker's even able to take a step forward their knees have buckled.

a sudden wound — a gunshot, a stabbing — and the pain lancing through them white-hot and agonizing. they're still processing what's happened to them, gaping like a fish out of water when they feel the ground slam into the side of their head. they're not sure when they fell, but every pulse pours out more red and reminds them over and over of why.

a caretaker running themselves ragged with just how many people are hurt or in need of them, unable to take a moment's rest for themselves. their vision starts to swim when they stand up but they ignore it, because it's not that bad yet and others have it worse. they're doing an excellent job pushing through, until they're suddenly not. their vision wavers a little stronger this time, and then into black, barely able to get out a surprised "oh" before they're on the ground.

bending down to grab something and not hearing the approach of someone from behind them. one moment, they're sifting through papers, a drawer, a cabinet — the next, there's a burst of horrible pain at the back of their skull and a deep, sudden darkness.

trying to climb out of bed after a broken fever — common sense tells them to stay in bed but they want a bath so badly. their body trembles the moment they move to stand, and they're barely upright for more than a few seconds before their weakened legs fold and they collapse in a pile of exhausted, aching limbs.

doing nothing, thinking of nothing until there's a bright surge of light and heat, white bleeding into black, so abrupt that it's not until they wake again that they even comprehend that anything happened to them.

[whumpprentice]

A character vomiting or collapsing in the middle of a heated argument and those around them only then realizing just how sick they are >>>>>

[whiteboywhump]

fainting

Love Anarchy (E8) || The Rookie (S3E11/12)

GZSZ (E5202) || Alphateam (S2E19)

Tot, kto ne spit (2017-2019) || The Gates (S1E4)

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whump Dialogue #3

"I think... I think I'm gonna...."

[whumpschild]

Don't give out on me!

[spinzolliii]

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO CLUE IF THIS IS MEDICALLY ACCURATE

Something that whump writers don’t consider:

IVs feel cold. Can you imagine a room temperature liquid going directly into the bloodstream of someone who’s 97-104 degrees? It’s hellish. You can’t get warm no matter how much external heat you receive.

Imagine a delirious whumpee whimpering and clawing at an IV while being restrained and reassured by Caretaker.

“No no no, that stays in”

“Hey, hey. I know it hurts, but it’ll help you feel better”

Maybe the whumpee’s hallucinating, thinking that they’re being tortured. When Caretaker’s words fail to get through, they have to use gentle touches and singing. Or, if you want to be mean, you can have the Caretaker being forced to restrain Whumpee to prevent them from hurting themselves until they run out of energy and pass out.

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Don't you just love it when stoic/hardworking whumpees pretend that everything's fine when they're sick because they don't want to let go of the facade they've created for themselves... only to wake up on the floor surrounded by the very people they didn't want to worry, having just passed out from the very high fever they're running?

[lawrencespen1777]

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“What hit me?”

“The floor.”

“Why was the floor up there?”

“Because you passed the fu-. Hold on. What did you just say to me?”

“How’d the floor get up there…with my head?”

“Wow. You really did hit hard.”

“You saw me get hit?”

“No I heard you get hit. I mean do the hitting.”

“What?”

“You passed out, bro. Are you listening to me?”

“Why?”

“Because I know what I’m talking about sometimes.”

“No, I mean why did I pass out?”

“I don’t know.”

“Am I okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is that my blood?”

“I. Don’t. Know. I don’t know how to do this! You always take care of me! …Actually I do know that one. Yeah, that’s your blood.”

“Your…hands are shaking.”

“Yeah well. Adrenaline.”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I can hear the ambulance. Should be hear soon.”

“I really don’t feel good.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“No. No. Do not. You wait for that ambulance.”

“Why am I on the ground?”

“I don’t know. Looked like a seizure or something.”

“I’ve never had a seizure.”

“I know. Which is why I’m freaked out. Do you ever stop talking? I’m about to knock you out again.”

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Random whumpy fainting stuff

From a person who passes out almost daily from dehydration and POTS

Fainting can be dramatic (eyes rolling back, falling to the floor, etc), but it can also be subtle sometimes. Even standing up, your whumpee could just sway in place a bit, eyes going unfocused and dilated. Maybe those around them grow concerned as they realize whumpee is unresponsive, before moving to touch them, shake their shoulder, and watching with horror as whumpee tips over and slumps to the floor.

When your whumpee is coming to, there’s often a few seconds where they are aware of and can understand everything around them, but are unable to move or talk. Just laying there, maybe mumbling something quietly or waving a hand at most, body still coming back online.

Whumpee catching themself passing out, deliberately breathing slow and deep in an attempt to not faint, even as they slowly feel their thoughts leaving them. The darkness fuzzing in on the corners of their vision and masking their surroundings, and the last, frustrated thought of “well, shit” as they sink to the ground, breathing exercises having failed them.

Alternatively, there can also be a few seconds after (before??) coming to when your whumpee isn’t cognizant of what is happening, but it appears like they are. They may sit up, even respond to a basic question, and then blink awake, completely disoriented at already being upright and moving.

Everyone around them freaking out, disorienting whumpee even further as they wake up to the concerned voices and roaming hands and prodding and questions. Whumpee attempting to brush everyone off, appease everyone, to just get away as they maybe stagger to their feet or curl into a ball.

[whump-or-whatever]

Got any whumps for a workaholic?

I may have some ideas… 🤔

Not getting any sleep either cause they’re busy doing work or they’re too stressed to sleep

Lack of sleep=bags under the eyes, easily confused, headaches, etc.

They either forget to eat or are so anxious about work they don’t feel hungry

Lack of food=chills, lightheadedness, shakiness, potential for fainting, etc.

Shaky hands could mean slip-ups such as spilling coffee, accidentally cutting or burning themself in a lab, and so on

When someone is overworked they don’t operate at peak capacity, so they could end up making a mistake that costs lives (eg. Doctor mixing up patient charts), which results in hella guilt

Workaholic emerging from their workspace after being cooped up for a long time and squinting into the sun, shielding their eyes

Not keeping up with hygiene

Chugging coffee or energy drinks until they’re jittery and yet can still hardly keep their eyes open

Caretaker(s) trying to convince them to take care of themself and get some rest, to no avail

Maybe eventually caretaker(s) has to intervene by force, drag the workaholic away from their task kicking and screaming

Caretaker(s) finding the workaholic collapsed on the floor of their workspace

Maybe they’re using their work to distract themself from other issues

Falling asleep at their work table, resulting in back pain and sore joints/muscles

Increased stress levels could result in anxiety attacks, mental effects from long term exposure to anxiety such as depression, and physical symptoms of anxiety

Deteriorating relationships with the people workaholic cares about as they drift further and further away

Feel free to add!

[cpt-winters]

*That Hidden Injury Trope*

Leader forced the grimace off his face, expression neutral as he pressed his hand to his side, head kept down as he opened the door.

Of course, Teammate was still there, arms crossed and eyes glued to him.

"What do you want? I'm tired." He sighed, brushing past the other.

"I want to know that you're okay."

Leader momentarily paused, pursing his lips as he kept a steady pressure on his side. "I don't need this right now. I'm fine."

"Come on boss," Teammate pleaded, taking the silence as their queue to push. "The whole team's worried about you. You won't even look at us! And you've- you've barely said a word since-"

"Since I got Youngest killed?" Leader finished for them, slow to swallow the lump in his throat. "There's nothing to say."

"...What?" Teammate's voice was little more than a whisper. "How can you even say that? It wasn't your fault!"

Leader shook his head, gritting his teeth as he fought the urge to say something.

"You did everything you could. Everything."

"Yeah, well it wasn't enough!" he finally snapped, a wince swift to escape him as he turned too quickly.

Teammate stilled, immediate words dying in their throat as their eyes fell on Leader's hand still cradling his side. "Are you.. are you hurt?" they started, voice torn between outrage and concern.

"It's nothing." Leader took a half-step back, the stumble doing nothing to further his point. "Just leave it." The blurring figure closing the distance paid no heed to his instruction, a cold hand lifting his damp shirt before he could swat it away.

"Leader-! What th....-ell?"

Leader's brows furrowed, Teammate's voice muffled as they pulled back red-coated fingers. He lifted his gaze to the other, their mouth moving, but no noise reaching his ears.

"Jus.. drop it," he insisted, vaguely aware of the hands shooting towards him as the ground rushed to greet him.

2/3 (Part One, Part Three)