#forced sedation

[xxaudreyxhepburnxx]

Oh the things I crave …

[yokaiou]

[swellsandmoans]

Dragging a newly minted transmasc into a makeshift basement hospital room to give him the top surgery he’s been desperately whining about on his social media vent accounts. He might need a bit of… chemical persuasion, but he understands I ultimately just want what’s best for him. It’s for the good of his psychological welfare. He’ll have to learn to assert himself and stop having such delicate sensibilities eventually.

What do you mean “Let you go”? I thought you said you wanted top surgery? People don’t fake that kind of thing, after all. I know what you really want, deep down. You want a flat chest - you know real men don’t have tits like that. Don’t be so fickle.

Now be a man and stop your sniveling. You shouldn’t need much more than my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. Quit your crying and squirming unless you want your hands tied to the gurney. If you’re a good enough boy for me while I work up top, I might let you go under when we get to work on bottom surgery. Just try not to ruin the sheets. I hate having to wash them again. Now shut it with all those little whimpers and groans. You’re lucky I’m willing to take a chance on you.

[whump-is-my-drug]

Passione episode 80

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Stick a gas mask on your bound Whumpee, tell them you’re going to sedate them, and make them wait. 

Just think of how anxious they’ll be! Constantly vigilant for a hissing noise or strange smell or anything that could show it’s started. Leave them there for hours, with nothing to do but breathe and wait, fear gnawing at them with each passing moment. Let them exhaust themselves with their fear, trying so hard to breathe shallowly that they make themselves dizzy. Let them wonder if that exhaustion is from the stress, or if the drug has already entered their system. Let them be terrified of even closing their eyes.

By the time it actually begins, Whumpee would be so anxious that they’d simply panic. Fighting desperately against their restraints, torn between begging for it to stop and holding their breath. When they are forced to inhale, it’s in sporadic, desperate gasps. Each breath feels like a defeat, each breath drags them closer and closer to oblivion. And yet it’s inevitable, a fight against their very body that they’ve no chance of winning. Their own body is being used to drag them under, and it’s terrifying. As the numbness and exhaustion starts to spread, all Whumpee can do is cry. When they finally succumb, the mask is wet with tears.

Sometimes anticipation is the worst form of torture.

[whumplovers-collaborate]

[whatiswhump]

"Ah ah ah, it's time to go to bed now-"

One firm hand tightened the restraints while the other stayed on his forehead keeping him in place.

"Please- I want-"

"You need rest dear, it's okay, I'll help you."

Something flashed bright in the haziness then a sharp prick and he felt the familiar descent into nothingness. Not again, not again...

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whump drabble - Sedative

Whumpee wakes up in a room full of beeping equipment and unfamiliar faces partially covered by masks. Terrified and confused, they begin to thrash around on the bed, desperately trying to rip out their IV. The faceless people begin yelling.

"Calm down!"

"Stop that, it's okay!"

They don't stop, and continue thrashing against the grip of the nurses trying to pin their arms to their side.

"Sedate them!"

A nurse approches holding a syringe.

"No!" Whumpee screams.

They bite the nearest nurse, who lets go of their grip on Whumpee, swearing.

"Hurry, do it now!"

And then, a new voice. "STOP!"

Caretaker pushes the nurses aside. "It's okay, you don't need that. I can calm them down."

The nurses, irritated, look at each other doubtfully.

"Just, let me at least try first." Caretaker says.

The syringe is put out of sight in a pocket of the nurses' scrubs - for now.

"Hey, Whumpee. It's me." Caretaker says softly as they approach.

Whumpee can hear the beeping of their heart rate, still just as fast.

"Remember me?" Caretaker asks. They sit on the edge of the bed, smiling softly. "I know it's scary. But you're okay, it's alright." They place a hand on Whumpee's shoulder.

And Whumpee screams. Their hands shoot out, shoving Caretaker backwards with enough force to send them tumbling to hospital machinery and equipment. Tools clatter to the floor.

Instantly, the nurses leap on Whumpee.

"NO! LET ME GO!!" They scream so hard their voice cracks.

"SEDATE THEM, NOW!" A nurse yells.

The syringe is coming closer and closer, but Whumpee isn't able to move out of the way. The nurses' grip is too tight, and they watch in terror as the syringe is driven straight into their thigh. They scream, one last, long and terrified animalistic scream as the contents are injected into the muscle. The syringe is pulled out, and the nurses, slowly and hesitantly let go of Whumpee. Whumpee pants and heaves, their vision blurring. They can just barely see Caretaker being helped to their feet by the nurses.

And then their eyes roll back in their head, and their head lolls to the side as the sedative pulls them into unconsciousness.

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 30: "You're not making sense."

@ailesswhumptober

T/W: Hallucinations, paranoia, degrading mental health language, forced sedation

We’re all in danger.

Don’t tell me how I know, I just know. I’ve…I’ve seen it. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but I’m being totally serious right now. I have seen it. The sights. The faces. The sounds — all of it plays out crystal clear in my mind, just as it has from the first moment I was hit by it. The vision.

Anna in the middle of the corridor, her red hair flying around her, screaming.

Multiple hands holding her down.

Masked faces surrounding her on a table.

Flashes of the other boys’ faces — Ash, Levi, Alex — all of them.

All of them, shrieking, machines whirring, lights flashing. Red.

Red. Red. RED.

They’re not here to help us. 

That is the only conclusion I can make. The images, the visions — it was all too clear. Way too clear. It had to be real!

And if it’s real, then I have to warn the others!

That’s exactly why I’m sprinting madly down the corridor right now — because I can hear her, Anna, screaming. Her high pitched horrified wails are exactly like I heard them before. This is what I saw — and if I act quickly enough, I could save her! “Anna! Anna! Calm down!” “N-no, no, get away from me! Get AWAY!” My feet skid to a halt. All the other teens are gathered around her as she paces in the middle of the corridor, clutching at her head, shrieking, raking her nails down her skin as if batting off invisible bugs. It’s…nothing short of a nightmare.

“Anna!”

I push through the crowd, ignoring the gasps and exclamations as I try to reach her. “A-Anna you have to calm down! Don’t give them a reason to take you!” Wherever she is, it’s not here. She doesn’t hear me. All she does is wail louder. My blue eyes widen as I stare at her, helpless, before peering desperately at the others. “C-come on, help me calm her down!” “Dude, there’s no way she’s calming down!”

“Yeah, look at her! She’s lost the plot!” “Sam!” I grit my teeth tightly, shaking my head hard. 

“Guys, listen to me! You don’t understand! We need to get her calm or—”

“There! She’s over here!”

My stomach turns to lead.

T-too late.

The doctors and nurses round the corner. They immediately start trying to herd us to the side, blocking us off from Anna so that they can get to her easier. 

“Don’t crowd her — give her the space, she can’t feel threatened.”

“A-Anna…”

My eyes peer at Ash for a moment. His green eyes are wide with horror, pressing back against Levi. I know Anna is his friend — and I also know that he’s not like the other patients here. He…he at least listens to me.

Maybe…just maybe…he’ll have my back on—

“Will we be needing a sedative, Doctor?” “I think that would be best,” Dr Richards replies, shaking her head, “She’s a danger to herself right now. We need to—”

“No — get away from her!”

I take a confident stride forward, trying to block their access. “Leave her alone! I-I won’t let you take her!” “What on earth are you talking about, Trenton?” My eyes flicker to the other side. Dr Voss has joined us now, folding his arms, concern flashing in his gaze. “We just need to settle her down  before she hurts herself. If you can just step aside—”

“Not happening,” I retaliate, shaking my head hard, “I-I know what you’re doing to us — what you’re going to do to us.”

I swish my head back towards my open-mouthed wardmates, frantically gesturing. “Listen, you have to believe me! We’re not safe here!”

The others immediately start murmuring. A familiar red head scoffs.

“Oh joy, our resident schizo’s at it again!”

“What the heck are you talking about, Trent? We couldn’t be any safer here. It’s a hos-pital.”

“Yeah, what crap are you spouting about—” “This place — it’s not what you think it is!” I continue, yelling above their accusations as I point at Dr Richards, “They’re not helping us — they’re hurting us — and they’ll hurt her if we don’t—!” “Trent, I think you need to calm down—”

“No! I’m not crazy I—”

“The hallucinations have come back, haven’t they?”

Her voice sounds so soft…so concerned…

Could I be…wrong?

“N-no, I saw it! I—”

“I’m so sorry, Trent, but right now…”

Her eyes meet mine. “You’re not making sense.”

Her declaration cuts through like a knife, sending me a sad look. “I understand this is upsetting Trent, but you need to step back. We’ll take it from here.”

“No—NO!”

They start moving towards her. Before I’m aware of what I’m doing I leap at Dr Richards and claw my hand across her face. It only takes a second for me to suddenly find myself pinned against the ground by the other nurses.

“No — nngh — get off me! Get OFF!” I kick and yell, twisting viciously against them. My blonde hair flies in my face as I struggle and writhe—

“Sedative — now! Trent you — nngh — need to calm down! We’re trying to help you!”

Behind me I hear Anna screaming and struggling in protest. That only makes me kick up a fight even more. My wild eyes peer from face to face of the others, Dr Voss and Nurse Taylor holding them back. Not a single one of them runs to our aid. They just…stand there, watching, open-mouthed.

“Sedative ready!” “Good — Trenton, please stop struggling—!” “NO! NO!” I throw back my head in a terrified wail as the sharp tip pierces my skin. The cold feeling of the drug coursing through my veins soon fills me. Desperate, I lock eyes with Ash, reaching out one final time. “A-Ash! Don’t listen to them — DON’T LISTEN! THEY’RE PLANNING THINGS FOR US! BAD THINGS! Don’t…d-don’t let them…let them…hur…”

My words slur into an unintelligible mess. Fog crosses my vision. Colours pulse in and out. The last glance I get is Ash’s teary gaze before the darkness entirely takes over.

[ftmpuppyslt]

need more medkink mutuals.. specifically sedatives and restraints ...... screaming crying throwing up. specifically ward-esque content but thats far and few. (yes ive BEEN to a ward im not one of those weirdos who fetishize them after never being to one)

if u find me via the tags down below PLEASE interact and share medkink stuff. thx.

this is not an invitation for making sexual advances on me but it IS an invitation to send medkink posts

[theherosvillain]

1: You'll never take me

(TNT)KAYF Masterpost - Next >>

CWs: violence, kidnapping, drugging

I slumped against a brick wall, my thoughts racing as I tried to catch my breath. I was almost certain I’d run halfway across the city by now, but I didn’t think Amoret had followed me. Still, I felt jumpy, my nerves frayed by the encounter. Letting her catch me was a stupid, risky move, and I was cursing myself for it now. I got what I wanted, but it left me injured, breathless, and worst of all, without my powers.

It was temporary; Amoret had at least assured me of that. But I couldn’t use my telekinesis or sense anything around me. It felt like being blindfolded. She hadn’t told me when it would wear off, either, which only added to my anxiety.

I needed to get out of the open. Maybe I could get to Doctor Professor’s place—I wasn’t in desperate need of medical attention, but I didn’t exactly want to be alone after everything that happened tonight. I couldn’t tell him everything, but I knew he wouldn’t press it.

I took a deep breath and pushed myself back to my feet—and then I heard slow, deliberate footsteps approaching down the alleyway.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Phantom Prince.”

Axton Vale stood at the opening of the alley, silhouetted by the streetlamps. Despite the time of night, he looked unruffled as always, his suit pristine and his hair slicked back neatly. The ghost of a predatory smile appeared on his face as he sized me up, taking in the scrapes, the bruises, the exhaustion evident in my posture.

Dread pooled in my stomach as I steeled myself to face him. He always managed to find me at the worst possible moments, and I shouldn’t have expected tonight to be an exception. But after dealing with Amoret earlier, I was hardly in the mood to deal with Vale. So far, his unexpected appearances had been more annoying than dangerous, but I knew that could change in an instant. With the condition I was in, I couldn’t afford for it to change tonight.

I narrowed my eyes at him as I steadied myself against the wall. “I am not doing this right now.”

He acted as if I hadn’t spoken, still looking inordinately pleased about my condition. “You don’t look so good, Phantom. What happened?”

I wasn’t about to tell him that his girlfriend—or whatever Amoret was to him—had done this to me, so I just rolled my eyes. “I appreciate the concern, but I have it handled, thanks,” I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.

Vale crept closer, ever so slowly, and it took all my willpower not to back away. On instinct, I reached out with my powers, trying to sense whether any of his henchmen were lurking at the other end of the alley—but, of course, I couldn’t sense a thing. My powers were still gone. I maintained eye contact with Vale even as I itched with the urge to look over my shoulder, and silently cursed myself for not checking my surroundings before I collapsed here. If I could use my powers, I’d already know whether my escape routes were blocked off, whether Vale’s henchmen were lurking in the shadows, and whether the alley that branched off this one was a dead end. If I’d bothered to check the area, I’d at least know the answer to one of those questions. I couldn’t tell if I was angrier at my own stupidity or at Amoret for putting me in this situation in the first place.

The sound of Vale’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He tilted his head curiously as he said, “You’ve never let me get this close to you before. Normally, you would have used your powers by now.” My silence was just as damning as any unconvincing excuse. He kept watching me, his icy blue eyes flickering with interest. “Unless, for some reason, you can’t?”

I backed away, hyper-aware of the henchmen that could be lurking at the other end of the alley. “Back off.”

It was as good as a confirmation, and my stomach dropped at the intrigue in his expression. I had his full attention now. “Now, isn’t that interesting,” he said, his grin widening. “How did that happen?”

I ignored the question, risking a glance over my shoulder. Four of his henchmen stood at the other end of the alley, about twenty feet away, their eerie, blank-faced masks barely visible in the low lighting. On a normal night, I might’ve been able to get past them, but that wasn’t an option now. There was another alleyway between me and them, to my left, but I didn’t know whether it was a dead end. My best bet was trying to get past Vale—but he likely had other henchmen waiting out of sight behind him. My heart pounded, my brain yelling at me to run. But none of the options seemed particularly viable, and my muscles ached at the prospect of having to run again.

“Phantom,” Vale said, snapping my attention back to him. My fists clenched as I saw the look on his face, like a cat that had just cornered a particularly evasive mouse. “My offer still stands. You can make things easier on yourself and come with me willingly.”

This was not the first time he’d “asked” me to work for him. Ever since we’d first met, he’d been intrigued by me—or, more accurately, by my powers, and what he might be able to use them for. I’d always refused, and Vale never pushed it too far. Usually, I could just fight off his henchmen, or some other distraction would come up, and he would reluctantly leave me alone. But this time, I didn’t have my powers to defend myself. He had me cornered, and he knew it.

I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of going with him willingly. Despite the aching in my limbs, I lifted my chin and met his eyes. “I think I’ve made my position clear.”

For a moment, Vale almost looked disappointed, like he’d really expected me to agree this time. Then his expression cleared. “Very well, then.” He looked past me and nodded to his henchmen.

Before they could react, I was already moving. I turned on my heel and dashed for the side alley. I got there before the henchmen reached me, and my stomach plummeted as I saw the chain-link fence dividing the alley in two. It was better than a brick wall, but not by much—I’d still have to climb it.

I reached the fence and scrambled onto a trash can next to it, grabbing hold of the links—just as a hand twisted in the back of my hoodie, yanking me off balance. The air rushed out of my lungs as my back hit the ground, and before I could recover, a boot pressed down on my chest.

I heard Vale’s footsteps before he appeared, looming over me with that predatory smirk on his face. “That was almost too easy. I should have done this months ago.”

“Let me go!” I demanded, but the words didn’t have the same bite to them while I was still gasping for breath. The henchman’s boot pressed harder into my sternum, making me wheeze.

Vale signaled to his henchman, and the boot lifted. I finally sucked in a full breath and scrambled to my feet. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to run, but there was nowhere to go. Vale and his henchmen surrounded me in a loose semi-circle, and the fence blocked off my only means of escape. Yet my eyes still darted around, desperately searching for an escape—a distraction, a gap in their defenses, anything that could get me the hell out of here.

Vale met my eyes. “No more running, Phantom. You’re coming with me.”

The henchmen grabbed my arms. I kicked out and twisted away, and for a moment the hands left me. Feeling a surge of hope, I tore away and started running—

And the hands returned quickly enough, slamming me face-first against the brick wall. I grimaced and sucked in a breath. Fuck, I thought. My heart pounded so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Somewhere to my left, I heard Vale sigh. “You’re making this much more difficult than it has to be.” There was a pause. “Sedate him.”

Panic shot through me, but there was hardly any room to struggle with the weight pinning me against the wall. A moment later I felt the sharp prick in my arm, the drug entering my veins.

I didn’t stop struggling until I physically couldn’t anymore. My knees gave out beneath me, and I slowly slid to the ground. “No, no, no, please,” I whispered. This couldn’t be happening. After everything I’d been through, especially tonight, this couldn’t be how it ended.

Darkness crept into the edges of my vision. I kept my gaze fixed on the brick wall in front of me, trying to breathe. But it was hard to focus on anything but Vale and his henchmen at my back, waiting for my consciousness to fade.

Just as the henchmen hauled my limp body up, everything went black.

-

[Title credits: Kill All Your Friends - My Chemical Romance]

Tag list: [shoot me an ask or comment if you wanna be tagged in updates!]

[whump-is-my-drug]

Blind 2007

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

June of Doom day 19

“I’m not going anywhere” (wound cleaning, succumb, chair)

Content warning: medical whump, forced drugging

"Please! Please–god, please don't –!" A slurred string of please spilled from Whumpee's mouth as they struggled against the two nurses trying to hold them still. Their movements were desperate, either uncaring or unaware of the damage they were causing their body as they forced themselves off the hospital bed. With each jerk and flail, a blood was left behind. It was clear that they’d reopened their wounds.

"We're going to have to sedate them!" One of the nurses shouted. "Their body can't handle this!"

Caretaker knew they were right. A cold sweat had already broken out on Whumpee's brow and their gown was becoming speckled with blood from both where they'd torn out their IV and popped their stitches. It was clear that pure panic and delirium were the only things keeping Whumpee fighting. They were exhausted. They were confused and terrified, and what they needed was rest. 

Caretaker knew the nurses were right, and yet the sight of them attempting to manhandle Whumpee back onto the bed filled them with a protective anger they struggled to contain. Caretaker wanted nothing more than to tear the nurses off of them, but they couldn’t. Whumpee couldn’t afford to leave, even if they were too far gone to understand that.

Caretaker took a hesitant step forward, arms raised in a non-threatening pose

"Hey, hey…Whumpee, it's me, it's Caretaker," They kept their voice low trying their best not to agitate them further. They had to do something, anything, to get Whumpee the help they needed. "Everything's going to be alright."

Whumpee's head whipped around at the sound of their voice. For a long moment, Caretaker was unsure if Whumpee even knew who they were. But then a look of recognition flashed across their face, and the terror on their face shifted into something more vulnerable. Their eyes filled with tears as they reached their single free arm towards Caretaker. "Caretaker! Help me!" 

The terror in their voice made Caretaker want to cry, but they refused to let the calming look on their face falter. "Okay. I'm going to get you out of here, you just have to calm down."

Whumpee’s eyes didn’t leave Caretaker as they approached, their struggle seemingly forgotten. The nurses stood still at Whumpee's side, too afraid of breaking the calm Caretaker had created to even remove their hands. It was only when Caretaker placed a hand on Whumpee's shaking shoulder that either of them dared to back away.

Whumpee wrapped their arms tightly around Caretaker, tears overcoming them with an ugly sob. Slowly, carefully, Caretaker led them back to the bed. "Whumpee, look at me. Just me. I'm not going anywhere," Caretaker paid no heed to the blood staining their hands. They stared into Whumpee's panicked eyes, blocking their view of the room with their body.

"Please!" Whumpee removed their arms from Caretaker's torso only long enough to grasp towards Caretaker's face, grabbing handfuls of their hair and pulling them closer until their foreheads touched. Their voice was a shaky whisper. "Help me. Please–please don't go–"

"Okay, I'm going to help you. You're going to be fine. You just have to trust me, alright?" Caretaker leaned into their desperate hold, slipping a hand between Whumpee and the bed to  rub reassuring circles into the small of Whumpee's back. They waited until they were sure they could hold Whumpee before turning just enough to catch the eyes of a nurse. Caretaker gave them a pointed nod.

Seeing their signal, a nurse approached slowly, syringe in hand. Caretaker did their best to block Whumpee's view, but they could do nothing to stop Whumper from feeling the nurse's hand on their arm.

The response was instantaneous. "No!" Whumpee shouted, attempting to pull away. With Caretaker’s grip around their body, Whumpee lacked the leverage to pull their arm free. Caretaker could hear their heart pounding as panic overwhelmed then once more. "Stop, stop it! Leave me alone!"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here," Caretaker soothed, their grip tightening slightly. Whumpee's struggled only increased. 

"Let go, let go! Help, please! You said you would!" Each word was punctuated with one of Whumpee's fists colliding with Caretaker's back as Whumpee redoubled their efforts to escape, but to no avail. When the syringe entered Whumpee's arm, the screamed.

Hearing Whumpee's panick, seeing the anger and confusion and fear in the eyes, hurt more than any of the desperate blows Whumpee was throwing their way. Caretaker only held them tighter, praying that Whumpee would be able to rest soon.

Caretaker couldn't hide the waiver in their voice when they next spoke. "I'm sorry, but we have to. Everything's going to be better after this, I promise."

It felt like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than mere minutes before the drug spread throughout Whumpee’s system, its effects quickened by the pounding of their heart.  As the minutes ticked by, Whumpee’s flailing arms came to rest against Caretaker's back, holding as if unsure if they should be pulling them closer or pushing them away. Their breathing leveled out, their sobbing devolving into quiet wimpers. But the look of terror and betrayal never left Whumpee's eyes, not until they finally shut.

Caretaker only let go once they were sure Whumpee was under. They looked down at Whumpee's tear streaked face, at the blood from their popped stitches that stained their medical gown. Somehow, it felt like Caretaker had failed to protect them again.

Caretaker flinched as a hand landed on their shoulder, turning to see one of the nurses smiling hesitantly at them. "Thank you. You might've just saved their life."

Logically, Caretaker knew it was true. But with Whumpee's blood drying beneath their nails, Caretaker only felt like they’d failed to protect Whumpee again.

[downoutcold-blog]

What’s on my mind?

I’ll be around for a good part of the day and would love someone to talk with.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Request if thats ok? (Medical whump/ caretaker and whumpee) :

Whumpee is waking up out of anesthesia or chemical restraint and is delirious and emotional. Loving caretaker/doctor is there to shush there cries and calm them down.

Hi Anon! That’s perfectly ok! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumpee stirred on something soft. They could just make out the sound of steady beeping; they forced their heavy eyes to open. At first, the world was completely blurry. When it cleared up, Whumpee’s glassy eyes went wide. Fluorescent lights shone down on them, accompanied by a stark white ceiling. Where were they!? Whumpee wracked their brain for an answer, trying desperately to remember something. Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Whumpee quickly turned their head to see Caretaker in the doorway, dressed in a white lab coat and holding a clipboard.

“Whumpee, you’re awake.”

Caretaker sounded mildly surprised. What was Caretaker doing here? Shouldn’t they be at work at the hospital right now? Why were they here? What was going on? And for the love of all things good, where were they!?

“W-where-?” Whumpee tried.

“Shhh.”

Caretaker quickly crossed the room and sat down at Whumpee’s bedside. They took their hand and rubbed soothing circles into it.

“You’re in the hospital,” Caretaker explained.

Whumpee tried and failed to sit up.

“W-why…mm.”

Why couldn’t they talk!? Tears sprung into Whumpee’s eyes. They just wanted to know what was going on!

“Don’t try to speak yet,” Caretaker said softly, “you’re just coming out of heavy sedation. My colleagues and I had to operate on you. You were panicking, which was understandable of course, but you were aggravating your injuries. The only thing we could do to calm you down was knock you out.”

Whumpee sniffled, the tears coming down fast now. They wanted to ask Caretaker so many questions, but they could barely make a sound.

“Whumpee, shh, it’s okay,” Caretaker soothed, “it’ll wear off soon, I promise. Please don’t try to talk.”

Whumpee stared at Caretaker pleadingly.

“I’ve taken the rest of the day off,” Caretaker said, “I’m gonna stay right here, okay? Would it help if I told you why you’re here?”

Whumpee nodded weakly, sniffling again. Caretaker reached over and wiped their tears for them.

“So… you’re in the hospital because you were hit by a car,” Caretaker explained, “shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay! You’re gonna make a full recovery. Someone called 911 as soon as it happened, we got you here and the operation went just fine. You have some broken ribs and some bleeding, but it’s nothing you won’t heal from, and I’ll be with you through the whole process.”

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hand as hard as they could manage, which wasn’t very hard at all, but it got the point across. Caretaker smiled and squeezed it back gently. It would be a while before Whumpee woke up properly, but Caretaker was there for them the whole time, ready to explain everything again if need be.

ko-fi

tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm