#geralt whump

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Geralt is cursed to have his internal monologue visible on his face.

Of course, Jaskier finds him and questions the bag over his head.

*Bag falls off* Geralt: "shIT-" *quickly puts it back on* Jaskier: "What did that say??? 'I love...'?" Geralt: "ROACH. I love ROACH. AND ONLY ROACH. NOBODY ELSE. THERE'S NOBODY I WANNA THROW OVER A TABLE AT AN INN AND FUCK UNTIL HE CRIES. NOBODY I WANNA MARRY IN THE SPRING. NOBODY." Jaskier: "..........Geralt, darling, are you feeling alright?????"

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon ( Modern AU) - Aches and Pains: Bonus Scene - Part 1

Geralt knew it was going to be a bad day the moment he'd woken up, his back spasming and knee cramping. He growled quietly to himself as he slowly dragged himself up to sit on the edge of his bed. Maybe the pain would pass as he moved around a little.

Minutes later, the now angry Witcher was reaching for his crutches after almost falling flat on his face when his knee decided to be a little b*tch and give up after only a few steps. He slowly hobbled from his room, hissing in aggravation when Jaskier asked him if he wanted help getting down the stairs.

Jaskier ignored the hiss, knowing it wasn't directed at him, and stepped back when Geralt shook his head no in answer to his question. The stubborn a** was making his way to the kitchen, his face tight with pain, grunting and growling to himself.

Yennefer met him in the doorway with one of her elixirs, and wordlessly held it out to him, glancing pointedly at his arms and the slight tremor running through them. She felt Geralt's irritation swirl up, buzzing in her head like a swarm of very angry bees. A brief mental conversation was held. Geralt grunted and looked away, jaw set stubbornly. More thoughts passed between them, and Geralt glanced at her.

Yennefer lightly shook the elixir at him, smiling encouragingly.

Geralt hesitated. The suggestion was very tempting.

Geralt 'hmm'ed quietly to himself, then drank the elixir. The potions and elixirs never worked very well due to his Witcher metabolism and body chemistry, but it worked well enough, especially when the pain was this severe. The pain dulled to a more tolerable level, and Geralt nodded at Yennefer before heading for the front door.

"Go with him," was all Yennefer said to Jaskier before she took her cup of tea and f**ked off to read on the back porch.

Geralt's forearm crutches clicked on the concrete sidewalk as he worked his way through the crowd. He growled to himself from the depths of his worn hoodie. Everyone and their f***ing grandmother was out today. And it felt like they were all staring at him!

Being stared at was nothing new. Most people stared at Witchers. They were easy to spot and stood out from regular humans. The stares were no longer fearful, mostly just quick glances that were curious or admiring thanks to Jaskier and his songs. Some of the looks were even down-right 'thirsty'.

Geralt might have found this amusing, but not today. He adjusted his hood, pulling it down to hide from all the eyes that he felt like were on him. His head was telling him that the people were staring at him because he was drawing extra attention to himself because Witchers weren't supposed to struggle along on crutches! Who ever heard of a Witcher needing crutches?!

He was also frustrated with the crowd's lack of awareness. People could clearly see him, judging from the way they were gawking, yet they made no effort to give him a little extra room to move. Melitele forbid they be f***ing decent human beings and move the h*ll out of the way!

Luckily his Emotional Support Bard was there to pull him out of his spiraling thoughts. Jaskier could always tell when Geralt needed to be distracted. He did this by being Geralt's intrusive thoughts.

Jaskier's comments were usually right on the mark as to what Geralt was thinking, and were enough to put his focus on Jaskier rather than the eyes he thought were on him.

"Just start swinging one of your crutches at shin height"

"Give that lady a tap on the back of the knee"

"Trip that guy talking towards us!"

Geralt: Hm! (disapproving)

Jaskier: Oh, come on, you know you want to!

Geralt's crutch moved a few inches to the side and...

Jaskier: Ow, my f***ing toe!

Getalt 'hmm'ed at Jaskier's scowl, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

Jaskier: A**hat!

When they reached the bookstore, Jaskier stood back and let Geralt open the door on his own.

Geralt appreciated that Jaskier let him handle himself and didn't immediately jump in to assist like he was incapable of managing his own needs.

Jaskier let Geralt look for his magazine, perusing the assorted stationery items (particularly the journals and notebooks), staying close by in case he needed him. Geralt found his horse magazine and let Jaskier take it up to the register. The pain was flaring up again, and his whole d*mn leg was feeling really weak.

The walk back to the van was f***ing torture. Pain lanced through Geralt's knee with each step, and his back was spasming randomly at the worst times. Thankfully, the crowds had thinned out, because Geralt probably would have started f***ing throwing haymakers with his crutches to clear a path. Jaskier helped Geralt into Van Roach and drove them home, calling Yennefer on the way so she could get a potion ready.

Geralt lay on the bed in the back of the vintage van, gritting his teeth against the pain. Now he was twice as p*ssed because 1) the pain was getting worse, and 2) Yennefer had been right: He should have stayed home.

Jaskier helped Geralt into the house, where Yennefer was waiting with a potion and some heat packs for his back.

Geralt was in A Mood, though. He was frustrated, hurting, and he had the very strong urge to bite someone. Jaskier had tried coaxing him into his recliner to read his new magazine, but he'd been rebuffed. Yennefer had tried giving him a potion.

"Please, Geralt, take the potion,"

Geralt ugly yowled and swatted it away. "Hey!" Jaskier squawked, indignantly, starting towards Geralt. He didn't get very far because Geralt was itching for a fight and he swung a crutch up, nailing Jaskier in the fork.

"mY liggiEEEs!"

"You mardy a**hole!" Yennefer growled, glaring at Geralt as she ran to Jaskier.

"My poor songbird! Are you alright?"

"I'm FinE-! *clears throat* I'm fine, Yen."

"That was uncalled for, Geralt!" Yennefer said, all righteous fury, "You apologize, right now!"

"Don't you hiss at me!"

"And don't 'hm' at me in that tone of voice either! You could have ended his whole singing career!"

Geralt was unmoved, and merely hissed in reply before slowly making his unsteady way to the stairs.

"Oh, yes," Yennefer said sarcastically, "try to walk your broken a** upstairs so you can fall and break something else! Melitele forbid you be sensible a sit the h*ll down!"

"No, you aren't going to throw your crutch at me!"

"You didn't say it, but I heard you think it!"

"You take that back you potoo-looking motherf**ker!"

"Alright, that was just rude, Geralt!" Jaskier snapped, Northern accent coming out, "That's it, you want tae be a b**tart aboot it, Am calling my Grannie!"

Geralt scoffed. Really, Jaskier was threatening him with his Grannie? Ha! What could one little old lady do? He was a Witcher, and she was just a human...

[astaldis]

For the Whumptober prompts 9 "Bruises", 10 "Slurred words"/"Passing out from pain", 12 "Underground caverns"

Chapters: 3/?        Words: 1,966 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Friendship, The Hansa | Geralt's Company, Protective Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion is Missing Summary: While the Hansa is on their journey searching for the druids of Caed Dhu, Jaskier goes missing. Geralt is worried, very worried. 

[geraskierficrecs]

New Story Alert!

I caved and started a new two-shot story featuring a very feral bard.  Enjoy the whump and angst.

Check out the first chapter here.

Teaser:

Priscilla huffed out an aggrieved sounding sigh that made him smile faintly up at the green leaves above him.  “I still don’t think this was a good idea,” she said, repeating an old argument.  “You’re too exposed out there.  Especially now that–”

The clumsy attempt at cutting herself off before she completed the thought was enough to pique Jaskier’s interest.  “Now that what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t be coy.”

“You don’t want to know about it,” she said.  “That’s what you asked for.  A disconnect.”

There was only one topic Jaskier had sworn to avoid and the thought of it, of him made the smile drop like a stone from his face.  He closed his eyes and forced his breathing to remain steady, knowing Priscilla was like logging every change in his voice.  “Is he hurt?”

The image of Geralt lying dead and abandoned was the sort of madness that inspired his darkest nightmares.  They were the nightmares that left Jaskier shaking and hollow eyed for days afterward.

“He’s…” she sighed, the sound staticky over the cheap phone speakers.  “We don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?”

The illusion of control was crumbling in his grip like grains of sand.  He lost his battle against the panic threatening to overwhelm him and let it roll over him in waves, searching for the colder emotions lurking beneath the surface.  Anger.  Rage.  Vengeance.

Priscilla’s voice spoke over the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears.  “He went missing two weeks ago.  We haven’t been able to make contact with him.”

“Two weeks?” he repeated.  “Why wasn’t I informed?”

“You’re out,” she said.  “You gave up your chance to be informed.”

[kaciart]

Day 13 It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

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[grymwolfen]

And the fact that he goes to put his lute down gently, then what he's seeing really hits him. The lute just drops from his fingers in his sudden horror/distraction. My heart.

Jaskier seeing Geralt injured.. he started crying and everything 😭

[blooms-in-april]

"Here."

Jaskier looks up from his lute to see Eskel holding the reins of a horse so beautiful it looks like a pearlescent moon.

"She's for you." Eskel says.

Jaskier moves as if in a dream, taking the reins of the albino mare. Eskel continues, the words flowing.

"She was a steal, blemished. Someone cut her deep in the head and sides. But I thought you'd find that romantic, you know. Make a wounded unicorn out of her marks. And you need a horse and you like pretty things. It made sense to me."

The chords of his throat knot, cut short. Jaskier draws his fingers through the white mare's mane, lute callouses catching on hair white as snow. He picks at a stuck burr and his heart clenches with the familiarity of the movement .

"Why couldn't it have been you?" He says.

Eskel stops abruptly. There is something wild and despairing in the bards voice, a reclamation of destiny.

"Why couldn't it have been you I met in Posada all those years ago?" Jaskier says. "Where were you twenty years ago? Where were you ten? Where were you when I was young and green and full of music?Of course I meet you now,"

He laughs, and there is no melody in it.

"Of course I meet you now, when I am full and sick of loving. You would have been- kind, when you finally sent me away. You would have killed it quickly, killed the dream quiet and fast, in my sleep, like a horse with a broken leg too weak to stand."

[hannibard]

Say what you will about the witcher season 2 but all the "Yennefer took Jaskier in the divorce", "Geralt and Yennefer are a divorced couple rasing a kid and dating the same man", "geraskefer love triangle with an oblivious Jaskier in the middle" memes and fics were top tier

[whumpypepsigal]

The Witcher s03e03: “[Your mother] loved you the best she could. To save you, she had to let you go.”—“This can’t have been the only choice.”

[oonoturna]

Another old drawing… in this one, Jaskier… and his White Wolf.

[heytheredeann]

For @vortexoffate

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 60

For completing an especially hard contract, Geralt is given a present from the fae. "Your perfect love", they call it. When Jaskier is shoved toward him, Geralt wishes he could say he was surprised. Geralt quickly gains his shock back, however, when upon his bard speaking, he finds he has been completely drained of his personality. Jaskier speaks as concisely and directly as possible, with no embellishment or flowering of his words - Hell, he doesn't even speak with emotion or tone in his voice. Geralt demands to know what they've done to Jaskier, only for the fae to teleport them out. Geralt goes from mage to mage, sorcerer to sorcerer, healer to healer, priest to priest, hoping desperately that someone, anyone, can revert Jaskier back to himself. Jaskier no longer sings. He barely talks. He doesn't wander off, or dance in place, or reach out to Geralt. His eyes have even dulled in color, now a blank gray, always looking hazy and glossed over. Nobody can heal Jaskier. Or so it seeems! I love happy endings SO two options (or any you come up with but you know what I mean) Option 1: Geralt marches back to the Fae's woods and demands they speak to him, as they've disrespected him by not giving him his prize for completing their contract those months ago. When they bring him in, affronted at the idea of what he is implying, they are shocked when he berates them for at least a full hour over how much he loves the traits his bard once had that they had thought he found annoying. "So you never gave me my perfect love." He finishes. They all converse for a moment, before nodding. "It seems we underestimated you, Witcher. We apologize for the misconception." And thank the gods, Jaskier slumps in place and looks to Geralt with bright blue eyes. "Geralt? Wh- What's going on?" Only to then be kicked out of the fae realm again. Oh well. At least Jaskier was cured. Option 2: TRUE LOVE'S KISS BABBYYYYYYYYYY

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Hospitals

Geralt is no stranger to hospitals. He ends up visiting them somewhat often. Sometimes it's because Geralt gets swept up in Jaskier's hijinks, and Yennefer refuses to heal whatever injury he obtained that requires immediate medical attention. She wonders how Geralt can just let Jaskier convince him that doing something, like trying to slide on the hardwood floor in socks (ending with a broken ankle), would be a fun game.

But he mostly ends up at a hospital because being a Witcher is a high-risk occupation. Between the toxicity from his potions, and the aggressive nature of the monsters he hunts, injuries and illness are a given. Sometimes Jaskier is with him, and he can call Yennefer. But if he is alone, or if Yennefer can't get to him, he ends up taking a trip to the hospital.

Yennefer and Jaskier drove to the hospital to see Geralt. A Czernobog had almost gutted him before it died. Geralt was tired from the long fight, and gotten too close when he was trying to see if the monster was dead. Now he was in one of the few Witcher-friendly hospitals in Oxenfurt.

Jaskier did not like hospitals. They were scary places. People died in them. The thought of him ever having to go to one for an injury or illness scared the sh*t out of him.

But he had no problem happily walking into one to visit an injured friend. Visiting was fun, especially after he found out about all the hot nurses, the piano in the lobby, free cafeteria food, and the Visitors Pass thing.

The hospital required that everyone visiting a patient stop a the registration desk to obtain an ID verified Visitor's Pass. It was a little bit of a pain, waiting for their ID to be verified, but the hospital was very protective of their Witcher patients.

The first time they went to get a pass, Jaskier had just stuck it on his shirt and followed Yennefer as a nurse led them to the ICU. There, they had to have the barcode on their pass sticker scanned by a staff mameber before the doors would open. After that, once Jaskier had been assured by the attending physician that Geralt was going to be alright, he started having fun with the placement of his Visitor's Pass.

The placement started out realtively tame, with Jaskier sticking it on his forehead. Yennefer had rolled her eyes, and muttered that his mouth would be a better place for it. Geralt had been unconscious, so the day had been largely uneventful, with Yennefer and Jaskier taking turns sitting with Geralt and making trips to the cafeteria for food.

The next pass had been stuck to his chest. Jaskier then gleefully lifted the hem of his shirt up to his neck so the nurse at the scanning station could scan his pass, commenting that he would completely understand if it took her a few moments of searching to find it in all his chest hair.

The nurse with the scanner had tried to remain professional, but Jaskier had given her that playful, sweet smile, and she couldn't help but take her time getting the handheld scanner ready. She'd looked, respectfully, as she took her time scanning the barcode.

Jaskier had made the most satisfying squeal as Yennefer had reached over and ripped the pass off his chest before he could get his shirt back down.

The nurse had giggled and opened the doors for them.

Geralt had been awake, if a little loopy. He was on heavy pain medication and lightly sedated so he wouldn't try to get up. Jaskier and Yennefer entertained themselves by taking a few selfies with him and sending them to Madeleine and Geralt's brothers. Geralt lay there like a stoned lump, looking like he could see forever, while Yennefer and Jaskier were leaning in on either side of him, making faces, licking his face, or sticking a finger in his mouth or nostril.

Word got around that there was a hot guy flashing his tits in the ICU, and when Yennefer and Jaskier had returned from their trip to the cafeteria, there had been a sudden issue with the scanner that had taken three nurses with three different scanners, making multiple attempts to scan the pass before the problem was finally resloved.

Yennefer got permission from the hospital to do short healing sessions on Geralt. The faster she could get Geralt out of the hospital, the better. When they arrived that morining, Jaskier had decided he was going to really get creative with his Visitor's Pass. He'd kept it in his hand as they'd walked away from the Registration desk. Yennefer started whisper yelling fiercely at him after he shut her out of his head.

Jaskier! No! Don't you dare! Don't you f***ing dare, Julian! JULIAN-!

Jaskier gave her a feral grin

Hoe, don't do it!

He proceeded to stick the pass to the a** of his close-fitting jeans.

OhH mY GaWWwD!

The nurses at the scanner had been fighting for their lives when he'd turned around, grabbed his knees and looked over his shoulder while they scanned the sticker on his a**.

Yennefer was just grateful he hadn't decided to stick it on his bare a**cheek. He had some self-control after all.

Healing magic required concentration, so Yennefer kicked Jaskier out, sending him to the lobby to call Vesemir and give him an update on how Geralt was doing.

She knew he would be gone for a few minutes, between calling Vesemir, getting her a coffee, and showing his a** to the nurses.

He was gone for over an hour. Yennefer finally went to look for him. All sorts of worrisome thoughts on what he might be up to paraded through her head.

She found the little s*d in the lobby, playing the piano, surrounded by an adoring crowd. Well, at least he wasn't harrassing the nurses. Yennefer had collected him and began ushering him back to Geralt's room, keeping a firm grip on his hand so he couldn't wander off.

She made a quick stop at the cafeteria for a cup of coffee that wasn't the temperature of swamp water. Then she impatiently waited for Jaskier outside the Men's Restroom. She heard a quiet, muffled oath, an almost manic giggle, the sounds of someone 'Flight of the Bumblebee' washing their hands, and then Jaskier was hurriedly walking out while whispering

"Go, go, go! I just dropped a massive sh*t! It's gotta weigh at least half a stone! It was bigger round than a...well, anyway, it got stuck and the f***ing toilet's flooding the bathroom!"

"You what???"

Jaskier showed Yennefer his phone as they strode quickly down the hall.

"You took a picutre of it?!"

"H*ll yeah, I did! It's f***ing epic! I need photographic evidence!"

"It's f***ing massive!"

"I know, right?!"

Maybe she was just feeding off Jaskier's energy, or maybe she was just releasing pent up tension from the last few days, but Yennefer started grinning, then began giggling. She snorted and covered her mouth to hold in the laugh that was trying to escape. "For f**k's sake, you destroyed that bathroom!"

"Shhhhh! Keep walking!" Jaskier hissed back, face split in a pumpkin grin as he grabbed Yennefer's hand and hustled her down the hall. They set the world speed record for the nonchalant walk when they heard a shocked and horrified "Aww, F**k!" as they went around the corner. When they got back to Geralt's room, it took them 10 minutes before they could stop giggling. Jaskier had to text the photo to Lambert, and that triggered another giggle fit.

The attending physician came into see Geralt, and announced that he was out of danger and could be moved out of ICU. Geralt was taken off the heavy duty pain medication and the sedative.

After a day of rest and solid food, Geralt was looking more like himself. Especially after Jaskier had tried spoonfeeding him.

Jaskier *airplane nosies*: "Here comes the airplane!"

Geralt: *scary face*

Yennefer: *slaps back of Jaskier's head* "Can you stop?" *snatches spoon out of his hands* "You're doing it wrong anyway! You have to fly the spoon like this! Here comes the airplane!" *more realistic airplane noises*

"Oh, wow, you are so much better at that than I am! Must be all that practice you have from flying on your broomstick!"

"Ok Mr. Half Stone Sh*t! How did you practice for passing that massive turd without tearing your ar*ehole? Hmm????"

Jaskier opened his mouth to give what would surely be an explanation that nobody wanted to hear. Yennefer yanked her Pass off her shirt and slapped it over his mouth.

Jaskier *indignant bard noises*

Geralt had started laughing, holding his still sore belly, while Yennefer smiled smugly at the bard.

The nurses started getting Geralt out of bed to get some light exercise. The Witcher was not happy about being so weak that he needed help walking from two fragile humans and a walker. Luckily Jaskier was there to make That Old Man You Want to F**k jokes and to take pictures of Geralt's a** hanging out of the back of his hospital gown and make comments about how flabby it was starting to look.

Yennefer discovered that there was an ongoning battle among the nurses at the start of every shift for who was going to get "Hot Witcher in Room 205" duty. Of course Jaskier had to tease Geralt about it.

The nurses were very patient with their grumpy charge. He often refused to get up, or do what they asked him to do. The nurses tried to get him to get up to shower, or walk, or go for physical therapy, but the Witcher put up a fight. Sometimes Yennefer or Jaskier tried to convince him to cooperate, but Geralt could be incredibly stubborn.

So the hospital staff sent in the gray-haired nurse they called 'Meemaw'. She was a small woman, with a warm, motherly air about her. She was the nurse they called in to handle the most stubborn, high-strung, and combative patients. Meemaw was a small, plump woman, all soft edges and smiles,and soft hands.

She spoke to Geralt in a manner that deceptively suggested she'd just been pulled out of the maternity ward nursery. She may have been soft and motherly, but she also clearly let Geralt know that she was not to be trifled with, and would be having none of his bullsh*t. Like every other Witcher she'd been put in charge of, Geralt very abruptly found himself doing whatever it was that Meemaw asked him to do.

She'd even tamed Jaskier. He'd made one joke, and Meemaw had given him a look. He'd stupidly winked cheekily and tried to use his charms on her, and Meemaw had wasted no time putting him in his place with a tone of voice that had his inner child combing it's hair, tucking in it's shirt, sitting up straight, and tidying it's room. He'd meekly apologized and shut his mouth. After that, Jaskier was a perfect gentleman whenever Meemaw was around.

Yennefer got permission from the hospital to bring Wee Roach in to see Geralt. The Witcher had perked up immediately as soon as he'd heard the sound of her custom made trainers on the floor. She spent half the day in Geralt's arms, being fed apple slices and having her rainbow dyed mane braided.

Geralt was much more motivated and cooperative after the visit, and he improved quickly, working hard so he could go home and be with his tiny fat pony.

The nurses all came to say goodbye the day he was being released. Geralt took picutres with them and gave out a round of hugs before he was wheeled out to Van Roach. Jaskier had disappeared somewhere between the photo session and Geralt being brought outside. Yennefer helped Geralt into the van and was just getting ready to go back inside to look for him, when the bard came walking out, fast. Yennefer heard his voice shouting in her head as he power walked toward her

"Get in the van, get in the van!"

Yennefer didn't even have to ask why. She knew. He would probably show her the picture he'd undoubtedly taken of it later.

[astaldis]

@whumpril​

Chapters: 2/3    Words: 3,256 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Angoulême   Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2024, chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Head Injury, Blood and Injury, Spoilers for The Tower of the Swallow, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, swaying, Cry for help, Geralt's knee injury, Limping, Dizziness, Trust Issues, drained, panicked, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Whump

Summary: The fighting in Belhaven does not go well for Geralt and his companions. Cahir is injured and they have to flee. (The scene from The Tower of the Swallows chapter 6 told mostly from Cahir's POV, but also some Geralt POV.)

Inspired by Angstpril and Whumpril prompts.

[geraskierficrecs]

Completed Fic!

Check out the final part of the feral Jaskier story, Searching in the Shadows here.

Teaser:

“Geralt.”  The word was half horror, half hope.

As soon as he reached the final cell on the hallway, he knew this must be where Rience had kept Geralt.  There were several additional locks added to the outside of the door and the viewing window was locked so no one could open it.  Jaskier pulled the gun from his waistband and checked that the safety was off before slowly tapping the door pad.  There was a cheerful beep before it opened with a soft creak.

The inside of the cell was better lit than the others and hummed faintly from the halogen lighting.  It made it easy to make out the various pieces of medical equipment along the walls and the tray of abandoned surgical tools.  Several vials of blood were neatly labeled and placed inside of a small refrigerator on the counter, indicating what Rience must have been using Geralt for.

At the center of it all was a stainless steel operating table where an unmoving Witcher lay chained into place.  They’d removed most of his clothing and Jaskier could see the way he was shivering faintly in the damp chill.  It allowed Jaskier to make out the various stitched up cuts and abrasions left behind by Rience’s people even with the help of a Witcher’s healing abilities.  His eyes fluttered beneath closed lids as his chest rose and fell in an unsteady, erratic tempo.  

[tielmamon]

That half second of jaskier with eyeliner in the trailer changed me as a person.