#infected injuries

[dinosaurswant2rule]

Writing updates

It occurs to me that I've done quite a lot of writing in August (good or not is a separate question)

Anyway here are the last four stories I updated in August. I've done my very best to tag these, apologies if I have missed anything and feel free to hit me up on here or AO3 if I've not tagged appropriately

Jack Dalton enters prison undercover to meet a young man raised in a cult to stop a notorious drug lord (yes it's based around that episode)

MacGyver is captured by the enemy in Pakistan, tortured and trapped he fights to survive (a nod to the pilot the pilot that never was from @dashboardonfire)

I wrote a short chapter on my first Good Omens fanfic! I'm so proud of myself!

MacGyver is rescued by Jack after being imprisoned for six months. When he returns his father refuses to acknowledge him, convinced that he isn't his son

An AU where Jack and MacGyver never met in Afghanistan. They find each other later when Dalton rescues Mac from Murdoc

Mac and Desi fight for their lives after a bomb goes off on a mission

[kangals]

friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.

but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.

please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”

[findoesstuf]

Oh no….I have succumbed to the MLP virus trend….whatever will I do?

Start of our story:

Stress (Prologue, access parts 2 & 3 here): https://www.tumblr.com/findoesstuf/744497236410548224/banana-cream-puddin

Escape (Chapter 1, Part 1 only available): https://www.tumblr.com/findoesstuf/747739858791022592/banana-cream-puddin

[sporeclan]

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Leaf-bare again and we're already off to a bad start :')

[i-write-whump]

The whumpee oversleeping one morning, and their friends (who they live with) being concerned, because it's very unusual for the whumpee to still be asleep that late. One of them eventually going to wake the whumpee up, only to find them feverish and out of it. The friend immediately calling for the others to bring a thermometer, waking the whumpee up in the process, who immediately begins to sleepily argue with them. Their friends ignoring them and taking their temperature anyway, wondering how it got so high so fast. The whumpee dismissing it as just a rough cold until one of their friends accidentally bumps them, causing them to yelp when it jostles the painful, infected wound the whumpee had been hiding.

[whumperofworlds]

Everybody gangsta till someone collapses, and it turns out they're hiding an infected wound.

[sanaefum0]

madame spelunker!!!

[infectedequestria]

"... I hope Pinkie and Rainbow are okay..."

[Ask box is open yall, communicate through that radio ;) ]

[seth-whumps]

friendly reminder to CLEAN YOUR WOUNDS. yes even that hangnail Yes even that paper cut YES even that little cat scratch. especially the cat scratch. do it. please I'm begging you

don't clean your whumpee's wounds though. debriding is very whumpy :)

[gfbs-the-decaying]

WARNING FOR DISTURBING IMAGERY, BLOOD AND GORE

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Issued to the public ...

Info post 1.) Gangrenous Feline Brain Syndrome

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

screaming crying and sobbing over characters having hushed conversations over their injured/sick teammate.

Why are they whispering? Is there danger nearby? Do they want to avoid disturbing their teammate? Are they about to do something unpleasant but necessary for their teammate's survival - like setting a bone or flushing out an infected wound?

Or are they talking normally and the injured party just can't understand everything that's being said? Are they delirious with pain or fever? A head injury is affecting their hearing? Are they having difficulty staying conscious, and that one teammate keeps patting their face or shaking them, doing anything they can to keep them awake? Why are there so many hands on them? Why do they keep pushing on their stomach? Why does everyone sound so serious/nervous/angry/sad?

+ bonus points for manhandling their friend bc it's for their own good

[loboto-bear]

The children yearn for Ye Olde Days of MLP grimdark and creepypasta,,,,

I don’t have a TikTok, but I’ve seen this trend across a few other sites and I couldn’t resist!

[fairyfortalliance]

the imagery of no health regen…… wounded skin that doesn’t heal…. torn clothes….. burns…. scorch marks….. bite marks….. blood everywhere…… unraveling bandages…… oh…….

[serickswrites]

When You Can't Run

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

"If you can't run you walk. If you can't walk you crawl. And if you can't crawl, I'll carry you."

Those were the words Team Leader always preached to their team. Team Leader would never let their team give up. Would never let a member fall behind. And they would never leave a teammate behind.

Team Leader trailed behind Teammate One. They felt like they had been walking for hours, but knew it had likely on been half an hour since they escaped Whumper's compound by the skin of their teeth. Teammate One had really stood up and taken charge the moment it became clear it was their time to run.

Team Leader was glad for that. They didn't think they were up for much of anything they were so weak. It wasn't the days of torture that had them so weak. Nor was it the minimal food and water that had them so weak. It was the deeply infected wound on the small of their back that had them so weak.

But they had to keep going. They had to get out of there. And Teammate One wasn't likely to leave them behind if Team Leader said they would wait here for rescue while Teammate One ran for help. Teammate One would never leave anyone behind.

"You ok, Team Leader? I can slow down if you like." Teammate One peered over their shoulder.

Team Leader shook their head. They could feel the blood dripping down their back as the wound reopened for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "I'm right behind you."

"You always said to us 'when you can't run you walk,' so let's just walk together." Teammate One slowed down until their strides matched Team Leader's clumsy ones. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Just a little under the weather. Days of torture, you know," Team Leader joked, though they couldn't quite muster the energy to smile.

"Yeah, it was pretty shitty, wasn't it?" Teammate One said as they faced forward, though they kept one eye on Team Leader.

Team Leader nodded weakly as they stumbled. Teammate One grabbed their shoulder and was the only reason they didn't face plant on the dirt in front of them. "I.....I....I thinkkkkkk I......I.....I nnnneeeedddd y-y-you tttttto d-d-d-d-oooo th-th-the rest....st...st," Team Leader mumbled, unable to bring themself to say the rest of the words they always told their team.

"Team Leader?" Teammate One shouted as Team Leader's knees gave out and they collapsed. "Team Leader!"

Team Leader fainted dead away in Teammate One's grasp. They didn't hear Teammate One's frantic shouts. Didn't hear Teammate One's gasp as Teammate One finally found the wound on their back. And they didn't hear Teammate One curse as Teammate One lifted them.

"Don't you dare quit on me, Team Leader. I will carry you. And when you're awake, we are going to have a discussion about amending our team motto." Teammate One ran as fast as they could through the forest, Team Leader clutched tightly in their arms. They would get Team Leader to safety. Team Leader couldn't crawl, and so they would carry Team Leader the whole way home.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a zombie apocalypse in my town, and my only allies were a sparkle dog and Nagito Komaeda. Apparently, the sparkle dog had been bitten and was infected, but I didn’t know because for some reason, Nagito being alive kept them from not turning into a zombie. When Nagito died, I had a dramatic anime-esque fight with the zombie sparkle dog on a rooftop.

[tetanusvaccineofficial]

OK SO UHH I said I wanted to join the whump community and get better about sharing my writing, so. I AM, I guess.

Have an excerpt from a thing about a modern fantasy adventuring party's healer maybe accidentally letting a wound get infected due to overworking!

I MIGHT regret posting this and delete it later depending on how my social anxiety feels!

CW: Infected wound, graphic description of infected wound, graphic pain imagery/description of pain

[7 paragraphs, 3rd person POV, OC/non fandom]

It's already so much worse than yesterday. The tight, hot skin around the wound pulses as though it's alive with pain. The cloth being used to cleanse it comes away stained yellow and russet, just like the bandages. Ira had prayed for the salve he'd been using to ease the infection, but it's done nothing.

It burns, and the hurt radiates through his side with every throb. He clenches his jaw and pushes through, knowing he has to clean the wound, but it's so overwhelming in tandem with the exhaustion that he can barely focus. His hands are shaking, his vision is blurring with tears, and his legs feel so weak and unsteady that he lurches forward to clutch the bathroom counter.

He can't do this. There's still so much left to do, and he can't. A choked sob escapes his mouth, and more follow, and his head pounds like the edges of the wound. He shifts just enough to reach over and pull open the bathroom door, weakly calling, “Six, I need help.”

Sixten, who’d been lounging on one of the motel beds, darts over immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong?” 

Ira turns to show him the hideous injury on his side, so inflamed it looks like the stitches could almost burst. “I can’t clean it. I need to sit down,” he responds, speech fast and breathless.

“Okay, okay. I've got it, baby, it's okay. Uh-” Six struggles to hide the panic in his voice as he looks over the open first aid kit on the counter.

Ira stumbles back and slides to the floor against the wall, taking a moment to compose himself so he can talk. “Take one of those cloths. Get the- get the blue bottle from the kit- put some on it, clean the wound,” he manages, clenching his teeth and desperately trying to pace his breathing.