#hypothermia prompt

[zoethehead]

I'm sorry for applying so many whumpfics with characters of mine, but let's just say that this kinda fits my kickboxer character

Prompt: B slips on black ice while out getting firewood. They land with a whack, head smacking on a rock, knocking them out cold. In the cold.

Minutes later, a snowstorm starts blowing in. It’s not until a good 30 minutes later that A finally finds them in their frantic search - B is covered in layer of snow. It’s the large and striking red spot against the pure white snow that alerts A to their location. But once they drop next to them, they can see B in painful detail; blue lipped, shuddering and shivering uncontrollably, so hard it looks painful. Their bright red face is lax with unconsciousness, but they don’t look peaceful. Any longer in the storm and B might have been completely buried by the snow. Blood is still oozing slowly from their head and they are clearly hypothermic. And they’re in the middle of no where with no signal.

[martyr-inthedark]

Make your Whumpee tired.

Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.

Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.

Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.

Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.

Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.

Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.

Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.

Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.

[paingoes]

Whumper decides to leave whumpee out in the cold to punish them. They don’t realize just how cold or long it has been and become panicked when they realize whumpee has developed hypothermia. Whumpee wakes up in whumper’s bed, wrapped tightly against their chest as they try to restore whumpee’s temperature.

[spinzolliii]

Whumpee and Caretaker are hypothermic after getting stranded in a snowstorm (or falling through ice on an expedition, or swimming in frigid water after their boat sinks, etc.). Whumpee was already feeling under the weather beforehand.

This sudden shock to Whumpee’s system causes them to develop a nasty fever after they find shelter. Caretaker struggles to get warm while Whumpee is delirious and desperate for comfort and contact. It’s a win-win. Caretaker gets a human furnace and Whumpee gets lots of cuddles and affection.

[delicatewhumps]

caretaker finding whumpee freezing in the snow.

is whumpee a friend? a partner? a stranger? are they conscious, or not? have they shed their clothes? do they have any other injuries?

one thing’s certain: they’re severely hypothermic, and if caretaker doesn’t get them to warmth soon, whumpee will be dead.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Severe hypothermia is great but as someone who has experienced mild hypothermia, I think it needs more credit.

You don't need medical attention but everything just feels wrong for the hours and days afterward. You can't regulate your body temperature right. You're cold and shivering but the blankets and sleeping bags you're swaddled in have you sweating because youre body hasn't decided you're safe enough to send blood back to your extremities. You want to warm your hands and feet but know that's going to send the cold blood right back deep, deep into your core like daggers.

Dress warmly when you're out on lobster fishing boats y'all...

[whump-galaxy]

Something about imagining the protagonist hiding under huge leaves, trying to take cover from rainfall. Lightning flashes bright as day, thunder rumbles the very ground they lay on, but the moss beneath them is soft, and the rain patters around them. They pull their cloak around them and try to rest their eyes till the storm subsides.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Hypothermia

Hypothermia - A potentially fatal condition; occurs when body temperature falls below 95°F (35°C).

The danger signs include:

intense shivering;

stiffness and numbness in the arms and legs;

stumbling and clumsiness;

sleepiness, confusion, disorientation, amnesia, and irrational behavior; and

difficulty speaking.

The signs and symptoms of hypothermia follow a typical course, though the body temperatures at which they occur vary from person to person depending on age, health, and other factors.

The impact of hypothermia on the nervous system often becomes apparent quite early. Coordination, for instance, may begin to suffer as soon as body temperature reaches 95°F (35°C).

The early signs of hypothermia also include cold and pale skin and intense shivering; the latter stops between 90°F (32.2°C) and 86°F (30°C).

As body temperature continues to fall:

speech becomes slurred,

the muscles go rigid, and

the victim becomes disoriented and experiences eyesight problems.

Other harmful consequences include:

Dehydration

Liver and kidney failure

Heart rate, respiratory rate, and blood pressure rise during the first stages of hypothermia, but fall once the 90°F (32.2°C) mark is passed.

Below 86°F (30°C) most victims are comatose, and

below 82°F (27.8°C) the heart’s rhythm becomes dangerously disordered.

However, even at very low body temperatures, people can survive for several hours and be successfully revived, though they may appear to be dead.

TREATMENT

Until emergency help arrives, a victim of outdoor hypothermia should be brought to shelter and warmed by:

removing wet clothing and footwear,

drying the skin, and

wrapping him or her in warm blankets or a sleeping bag.

Gentle handling is necessary when moving the victim to avoid disturbing the heart.

Rubbing the skin or giving the victim alcohol can be harmful.

Warm drinks such as clear soup and tea are recommended for those who can swallow.

Anyone who aids a victim of hypothermia should also look for signs of frostbite and be aware that attempting to rewarm a frostbitten area of the body before emergency help arrives can be extremely dangerous. For this reason, frostbitten areas must be kept away from heat sources such as campfires and car heaters.

Rewarming is the essence of hospital treatment for hypothermia.

How rewarming proceeds depends on the body temperature.

Other considerations, such as the patient’s age or the condition of the heart, can influence treatment choices.

Different approaches are used for patients who are:

mildly hypothermic (the patient’s body temperature is 90–95°F [32.2–35°C]),

moderately hypothermic (86–90°F [30–32.2°C]), or

severely hypothermic (less than 86°F [30°C]).

Mild Hypothermia

Reversed with passive rewarming.

This technique relies on the patient’s own metabolism to rewarm the body.

Once wet clothing is removed and the skin is dried, the patient is covered with blankets and placed in a warmroom.

The goal is to raise the patient’s temperature by 0.9–3.6°F (0.5–2°C) an hour.

Moderate Hypothermia

Often treated first with active external rewarming and then with passive rewarming.

Active external rewarming - applying heat to the skin (e.g., by placing the patient in a warm bath or wrapping the patient in electric heating blankets).

Severe Hypothermia

Requires active internal rewarming, which is recommended for some cases of moderate hypothermia as well.

There are several types of active internal rewarming:

Cardiopulmonary bypass - the patient’s blood is circulated through a rewarming device and then returned to the body, is considered the best, and can raise body temperature by 1.8–3.6°F (1–2°C) every 3–5 minutes. However, many hospitals are not equipped to offer this treatment. The alternative is to:

Introduce warm oxygen or fluids into the body.

Hypothermia treatment can also include, among other things:

insulin,

antibiotics, and

fluid replacement therapy.

When the heart has stopped, both cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) and rewarming are necessary. Once a patient’s condition has stabilized, he or she may need treatment for an underlying problem such as alcoholism or thyroid disease.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Realistic Injuries

[unboundprompts]

any tips on how to write somebody who is suffering from hypothermia/ frostbite?

How to Write About Hypothermia/Frostbite

-> Mayoclinic: Hypothermia

-> Mayoclinc: Frostbite (has images that may be triggering)

-> Nationwide Children's: Frostbite

Hypothermia is caused by long exposure to cold weather or water. Your body begins to lose heat faster than it can be produced. Left untreated, hypothermia can lead to complete failure of your heart and respiratory system and eventually to death.

Symptoms of Hypothermia:

Shivering

Slurred speech or mumbling

Slow, shallow breathing

Weak pulse

Clumsiness or lack of coordination

Drowsiness or very low energy

Confusion or memory loss

Loss of consciousness

Bright red, cold skin (in infants)

Someone with hypothermia usually isn't aware of their condition because the symptoms often begin gradually. Also, the confused thinking associated with hypothermia prevents self-awareness. The confused thinking can also lead to risk-taking behavior.

What to do if a Doctor is not an Option:

Removing wet clothing

Protecting the affected area from further cold

Not walking on frostbitten feet

Reducing pain with a pain reliever

Frostbite is damage to the skin caused by extreme cold. It happens when the skin, nerves, and blood vessels below the top layer of the skin freeze. Rain, snow, water, and wind can cause the skin to cool faster, which may lead to frostbite.

Early signs of frostbite:

Skin that is paler than normal, cold, and hard

Pain, tingling, burning, numbness, or aching

Swelling

Blisters in the first 24 hours

Later signs of frostbite (if not treated):

Dark purple or black skin color

No feeling or pain in that part of the body

Frostbite is most common on the fingers, toes, nose, ears, cheeks and chin. 

Writing Prompts about Hypothermia and Frostbite:

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She was so cold she could barely think. The feeling in her feet and hands were lost so long ago that she could hardly bring herself to continue walking.

His breathing was so shallow that he was lightheaded. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't keep his eyes open. He wanted nothing more than to just lay down.

Their fingers and toes were tingling, a burning sensation that was slowly spreading.

She looked at her fingers, her skin an ugly purple shade.

Blisters coated his skin, the confusion he felt was too much for him to grasp the gravity of the situation.

They couldn't stop shivering, their entire body felt like it was burning.

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[serickswrites]

Whip It

Warnings: restraints, blood, whipping, exposure, hypothermia, unconsciousness

Whumper frowned as they walked out into the courtyard. They fully expected Whumpee to have woken by now. Whumpee remained slumped over at the whipping post, their arms pulled tight by the chains keeping them attached to the post. The deep bloody wounds on their back had begun to scab over.

Whumper had left them unconscious in the courtyard hours ago. It was no fun to whip someone once they were unconscious. They stared at Whumpee's closed eyes and blue tinged lips. Whumper shivered in the cold. It was colder than it had been when they had whipped Whumpee into unconsciousness several hours ago.

They stared down at Whumpee and toed their leg. "Wake up," they said gruffly.

Whumpee's eyes remained closed. Whumper kicked them harder. "Wake up." Whumpee didn't stir.

With a growl, Whumper fished for the keys for the cuffs in their pocket. "I'm only going to do this once. Just this once. I don't want you dying before I get my pound of flesh from your hide," they said as they uncuffed Whumpee. Whumpee slumped all the way forward, body completely limp. Whumper grabbed one of their arms and began to drag them towards the house. "Who knows, there could be more fun we can have in the house, too."

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[warmblanketwhump]

cold dialogue starters

dialogue for your cold-ridden whumpee:

"I’ve got chills all over."

“I think the cold got in my bones."

"I’m never gonna be warm again."

"Will you hold me? Please? I’m freezing.”

"I can't stop shivering."

"I just can’t get warm enough."

"I’m fine, really - just chilled and achy.”

"Can you get me another blanket?"

"Is it cold in here or is it just me?"

"Just...just lay next to me. You're warm and I'm cold."

“I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve felt shivery all morning.”

“Can I just…sit next to the fire a little longer? Please? I’m frozen.”

“I’ll feel better once I can wrap up.”

aaaand dialogue for your caretaker;

“Love, I think you’ve got the chills.”

“Still shivering?”

“Oh honey, you look frozen through.”

“C’mere. Of course I’ll warm you up.”

“Are you warm enough.”

“Poor thing—you must be chilled to the bone.”

“You’ve been shivering since we got home - are you feeling okay?”

“Let’s get you a blanket.”

“You’ve got to stay wrapped up, sweetheart, or you’ll get chilled.”

“C’mon, you, get under the covers. We’ll get you warm.”

“I see you shivering.”

“Get closer to the fire, love. There you go, that's better.”

please feel free to add more!!!

[esbee-daisy]

One of my fave sickfic scenarios:

✨Sickie fainting in the shower or bath✨🥰

Shower has been my lifetime favorite. Sickie with a ragingly high fever (that no one else knows about) wants to take a shower to warm up because they are freezing. They can barely make it from their room into the shower, stumbling and swaying the whole way, but they’re too delirious to be logical. Then unsurprisingly the heat of the shower combined with their body heat and lightheadedness results in them collapsing. (Likely hitting their head on the way down as a major bonus, or injuring something). But the best part is they’re unconscious and under the spray of the shower for so long it eventually turns ICE COLD. And that’s where Caretaker finds them…already terribly sick, now laying fully exposed under ice cold water for an undetermined amount of time.

And now lately I have this totally unrealistic dream scenario of Caretaker getting Sickie in the bath and while laying in the bath, Sickie faints��and in this unrealistic scenario Caretaker is distracted for a moment or goes to get something, and that’s all the time it takes for Sickie to slip below the water. They’re fully unconscious and they inhale water before Caretaker sees what’s happened and frantically has to get a completely limp and soaking wet Sickie out of the bath. Maybe the shock of being pulled out of the water starts to pull Sickie from unconsciousness, but their eyes are fluttering and rolling back and they are terrified and disoriented and suffocating and barely hanging on.

Just so many possibilities 😍🤤

[redd956]

Ice Magic Whump Prompt List

Whumper lowering whumpee's body temperature, watching their victim's skin turn rosy hues and their hands start to shiver.

Whumpee trying to escape finds their legs locked into place with ice and frost. The more they try to struggle, the more they find themselves unable to move.

Whumpee finding their chin lifted by an ice blade, the cold pinpoint of sharpness making a light indent into their skin.

Trapped out in the snow, the blizzard whipping their sluggish form, Whumpee finally sees a faint lantern light held in the hands of hope. Their rescuer though is more than weary, a creature of the ice and cold. They could make a warm place for whumpee to recover, but risk hurting themselves in the process, the dangerous lick of flame already being harnessed in their lantern case.

Whumper is some sort of ice creature. They do not understand that their presence is slowly killing whumpee. All they understand is that this creature is growing quiet, and the trembling stopped. In a foreign language Whumpee tried to beg.

Caretaker untangled the scarf from whumpee's neck, revealing a strange sharp and bluish formation along his collarbone. The permafrost continued to spread, the little fractals of ice creeping up his shoulder.

Creepy whumper forcing whumpee to cuddle them, but their freezing body temperature stings whumpee's skin. The longer they sit in whumper's embrace the more dangerous the short moment becomes.

[scrimblobimblowhump]

whumpee being wheeled into the hospital with that sweet sweet combo of oxygen mask + swaddled in blankets + strapped down to the gurney + all sleepy and delirious >>> 🥺🥺

[ghostf1ux]

Yeah, No, The Gotham River Was Not His Friend

Word Count: 1.4k

TW/CWs: Medical inaccuracies probably

Part 1 || Part 2 (here)

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Steph sighs as she looks between the partially curled up, partially splayed out form of none other than Jason Todd, aka the fearsome Red Hood, and Tim. His head rests in Steph's lap, exhausted eyes half-lidded, foggy, and only slightly glowing as he watches Tim talk into his comm. It's not long before Tim is kneeling down beside Steph and checking Jason for injuries, gentle as possible. It doesn't stop the older man's face from twisting into a grimace, jaw clenching while Tim figures out everything wrong with him.

Well, physically, at least. If they got into emotional or mental territory they'd be here for a while.

“Spoiler, I need help putting his hips back in place,” Tim says, shifting to move Jason's body to lay flat on his back again. He sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't fight it when Steph helps, then unclips her cape to fashion a little makeshift pillow for him to rest his head on. He averts his gaze when Steph positions her hands just above his hips to help stabilize and keep him in place, while Tim holds his leg with one hand clasped above his ankle and the other arm hooked behind the bend of his knee.

“This is gonna hurt. You want something to hold or–?” Steph cuts herself off when she looks back to see Jason with one of his knives in his mouth, fangs flashing in the moonlight where they’re clamped around the dark handle. “Nevermind, guess that works. You want a countdown?”

Jason just waves in a vague circular shooing motion at her, which is the closest approximation to a No, just fucking get on with it he can nonverbally give.

She shrugs, nodding to Tim to go ahead. Jason sucks in a breath through his nose as Tim bends his left leg up and in, then pulls the femur away from the body while rotating his leg in a circle away from it. There's a sharp pop and a half groan, half sharp huff from Jason while his leg is straightened back out. There's a quick bend and shake before Jason lets it lay flat again after confirming it to be fully back in place.

Tim moves over to the right leg, a small wince from Jason accompanying him getting his arm and hand in position. He repeats the process just as he did before, though with distinctly less ability to avoid the shrapnel gouges. When this one pops back into place Jason lets out something akin to a gurgled growl behind his knife handle, but seems to relax a little once it's done.

“Carry him to the edge of the park, I'm almost there,” Batman orders over the comms. Steph leans over to tap Jason's cheek to get his attention, shooting him a little grin when his eyes finally find hers.

“Time to get up, Alley. B's meeting us on the street.” She and Tim help him sit up despite his strangled groan of protest, working together to gather the remains of his trashed gear. “There's gonna be a bit of a mess left behind.”

“I'll handle it. Focus on Hood,” Oracle responds easily, quiet typing filling the background as she works her technological magic.

“Alright, up you get.” Steph and Tim throw his arms over their shoulders and lift at the same time, the former wincing minutely at Jason's pained half-whine.

From there they make their way to the closest set of stairs, the only sounds being that of Jason's raspy, wheezing breaths, shuffling steps as they thread closer to their destination, distant sirens, yelling, and a car engine everyone in the city knows by heart at this point growing closer.

By the time they get to the edge of the park, Jason's shivers have been reduced to mere tremors and his attempt to help carry some of his weight is negligible at best. Steph can literally feel the way his body is slowly succumbing to the cold, the way his heartbeat is slowing, the way his breaths grow shallower and the space between them grows longer.

When the Batmobile pulls up, Tim and Steph waste no time getting Jason maneuvered into the back seat. Tim gets in first so he can continue to monitor Jason's pulse while Steph tosses his stray gear into the front seat, and then climbs into the back seat with the other two.

They're taking off again before Steph even closes the door behind her, which is fine because she's helping Tim get Jason's gear off when she's barely even fully inside. Bruce is quick to turn on the autopilot and swivel his seat around so he can help, the cowl of his costume already hanging over his back.

In the pale light of the Batmobile, it's now even easier to see how pale Jason is. His skin is white as a ghost and his lips are slightly blue, a side effect of the lack of blood rather than asphyxiation. The rest of his body tells a similar story, once all the gear is off. Even worse, he's cold as ice.

Well, not quite, obviously, but the point still stands. He's really fuckin’ cold.

Steph startles from where she's messing with the temperature controls when Jason's eyes start to drift shut, unseen to the other two with how focused they are on painstakingly removing the shrapnel.

“Alley, stay the fuck awake, you hear me? I will steal your food to make waffle abominations forever if you don't keep your eyes open,” Steph threatens pointedly, cranking up the heat and turning on the seat heaters to start dethawing him. Teal-green eyes find hers, no longer glowing in the lit car. He blinks slowly, like he's trying to process what she just said. “Yeah, you heard me. And you know what else? You'll have to hear me bitch about your favorite book forever because it sucks and my stupid Classic Lit teacher is making us read it and I hate it! I mean seriously…”

Steph starts prattling on about everything wrong with Pride and Prejudice, rattling off actual arguments and stating sources he remembers off the top of her head from her class. Quotes flutter into her mind, which she deigns to pick apart and talk about all the things wrong with them. At some point she just starts quoting her actual essay she was failing to continue writing earlier that day, because she was staring at the words for so long they were burned into her skull.

His teal-green eyes turn fully acidic green and start glowing at some point in her rant, nothing bright enough to be concerned about but certainly enough to tell that the Pit burning in his veins is helping his heart rate get up a bit higher. 

Tim figures out what she's doing about halfway to the Cave, chiming in with his own opinions and observations. Jason spends the whole time looking between the two of them incredulously and frustratedly, like he wants to debate back with them so badly but he can't because his mouth won't work the way he wants it to, and neither will his brain.

By the time the Batmobile screeches to a halt, all the shrapnel has been picked out of his skin and he's been redressed in a plain red hoodie and fluffy Wonder Woman pants. Bruce takes it upon himself to carry Jason up to the theater room, where Cass, Dick, and Damiam are waiting. The floor has been cleared and filled with blankets and pillows, the couch cushions pushed together to create one big makeshift mattress.

Tim and Steph are quick to join them once they've showered and changed. Dick welcomes them with a smile and open octopus arms, making sure everyone is nestled in comfortably before deciding on something to watch.

Bruce joins them later, as does Alfred, though the latter ends up retiring to his bedroom instead of staying out with them.

Jason is nestled comfortably(?) in the middle of everyone, where careful hands check his pulse or breathing every so often or help him drink a warm cup of tea when Alfred comes by with snacks and drinks.

Eventually, when it seems his breathing and heart rate is returning to something a little more normal, they stop annoying him so much. Despite the amount of physical contact that would usually make his skin crawl in any other scenario, he finds himself relaxing into the cocoon of family he's been shoved into.

It almost makes him forget about Steph and Tim's terrible takes on literally the best book ever.

Almost.

[delicatewhumps]

whumpee pinned under a fallen pine tree in the forest.

they reach their leather-gloved hand out as far as they can, but can only grab fistfuls of snow. they’re alone. once their warm clothes get soaked through with snow, they’ll have a hard time keeping their body temperature up.

not to mention the broken bones they might have from being crushed by the heavy tree trunk. if their ribs are cracked, and they shift the wrong way, a shard of bone could pierce their lungs, and it’s hard enough for them to breathe as it is…