#infected injury

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hey!! I really love your writing and have become an avid fan over the past month 😄

I'd like to request a 4,7 and 9 where the whumpee got admitted to the hospital for an injury and developed a fever into their stay, making it impossible for the caretaker to leave their side.

Hi Anon! That’s so kind of you to say! Thanks for requesting this, and for your patience, here you go!

From this ask game

Whumpee shivered in the hospital bed. Despite the IV flooding cool medicine throughout their veins, their fever was still dangerously high, thanks to the infected injury in their side. Caretaker hesitantly reached out and put a hand to Whumpee’s forehead. They recoiled when they felt the heat there.

“Hurts,” Whumpee whimpered softly.

“I know,” Caretaker said, “I know it hurts. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

Caretaker took Whumpee’s hand and rubbed soothing circles into it.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Caretaker tried, “I can turn on the TV and-”

“No,” Whumpee cried, “I just want the pain to stop.”

Caretaker’s heart sank. Whumpee was already on painkillers and antibiotics, but they were still in so much pain. Caretaker wanted so badly to take it away from them.

“Try to sleep, love,” Caretaker said, “please, just try to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Whumpee sniffled, tears springing into their eyes, “it hurts too much.”

At that moment, a nurse entered the room with a tray.

“Lunchtime, Mx. Whumpee!” the nurse said warmly.

“Thank you,” Caretaker said, “Whumpee, you gotta sit up.”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with wide, fearful eyes. They were already in pain just lying down, they knew movement would make it ten times worse, and Caretaker knew it, too.

“I’ll help you,” Caretaker promised, “come on, on the count of three.”

Caretaker slid an arm behind Whumpee’s back. Whumpee steeled themselves for what was to come.

“One…” Caretaker counted, “two… three!”

Caretaker pushed Whumpee up into a sitting position. Whumpee cried out in pain, their side radiating a terrible stinging sensation.

“There you go,” Caretaker said, “you did so good.”

“Well done, Whumpee,” the nurse praised, “here’s your lunch.”

The nurse set the tray on the little table attached to Whumpee’s bed. On the tray was a bowl of soup and a few packets of crackers, along with a cup of water. The nurse left the room to give the other patients their lunches. Caretaker opened one of the packets of crackers for Whumpee. Whumpee picked up the spoon, but dropped it almost immediately.

“I cant do anything!” Whumpee cried pitifully.

Caretaker took Whumpee’s hand again.

“Hey, look at me,” Caretaker said, “you’re hurt, and you’re sick. It’s normal to not be able to do much. Let me help you.”

“B-but you shouldn’t have to!” Whumpee sobbed, “you’ve already done so much, and I’m just keeping you here!”

“Whumpee, listen to me,” Caretaker said sternly, “I don’t care. I want to see you well again, and if I have to stay with you in this hospital every step of the way to do that, well, that’s not an issue for me. Stop feeling guilty, we all need help sometimes. I want to help you. Okay?”

Whumpee nodded tearfully.

“Good,” Caretaker said, lifting up a spoonful of soup, “now open up.”

ko-fi

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

[zoethehead]

Tw: infection, mentioned amputation, unattended injuries, trauma

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All that Elliot knew was the stinging pain as he awoke in a gloomy forest. He looked around, his eyes soon focusing on his mangled left arm. Elliot knew that he had to find shelter-- and quick, as he heard the sounds of animals snarling surrounding him. He limped the best that he could trying his best to not scream at the searing pain that branched throughout the various gashes and injuries in his body. He soon stumbled upon an empty cave, staying there in hopes that he could either tend to his wounds or finally die.....

For days Elliot stayed up-- too scared to fall asleep, barely holding onto a sharpened rock as his weapon-- he felt his left arm rot, festering and putrifying from it being left unattended.

*crunch*

Elliot jolted, he knew that someone was here to possibly finish the job.

The cave was dark, soon; a bright orange light shone through.

Elliot squinted, shielding his eyes with his rotting left arm.

The figure approaching him let out a gasp and dropped their weapon.

"P-please, don't hurt me!" Elliot said weakly, barely able to muster up another word as he collapsed, a bad fever coursing through him.

"You poor, poor man....." the figure spoke.

With a slight woosh, the figure took off their cloak.

Elliot winced slightly as he felt the cloak wrap around his damaged body as he was being picked up.

"Shh.... no worries.... you're safe now....." the figure spoke, holding onto Elliot.

A weary and woozy feeling soon took over Elliot, as he passed out; although he was scared to fall asleep, knowing the nightmares that would await him.

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The next few moments were unclear to him.

He heard muffled voices, and his left arm stung badly, feeling the nerves blazing like the flames from the explosion that had torn him up in the first place.

But he also felt the distressing trauma of the war lingering in his mind, an unyeilding and never ending thing that he couldn't get rid of.....

[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.”

[octo-blobs]

the virgin / the hero / the father / the damned

[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!!!

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hey!! Can you please write a drabble where the whumpee has 4,7,9 and 10 from the hurt/comfort prompt list? 😇

Hi anon! I would love to! Thanks for requesting this, and for your patience, here you go! (This one is pretty long, so I put it under the cut!)

From this ask game

Whumpee wrapped the bandages around their torso. It was a bit of a messy job, but it would do the trick to hide the gash from Caretaker a little longer. Whumpee was going to tell them eventually, but they were under a lot of pressure right now and they didn’t need to worry about Whumpee on top of everything else.

“Whumpee, I’m home!” Caretaker called.

Whumpee went to go see Caretaker, but as they took the first step, a dizzy spell hit them and they nearly stumbled. That was odd. Shrugging, Whumpee regained their composure and went down the stairs to see Caretaker.

“Hey!” Whumpee greeted cheerfully.

Caretaker smiled and pulled Whumpee in for a hug. Whumpee tried to hide their wince when Caretaker touched their side.

“Are you feeling okay?” Caretaker asked with a frown, “you’re kind of warm.”

“I feel fine,” Whumpee lied, “you’re probably just cold. Come eat something and you’ll warm right up.”

Whumpee pulled away from Caretaker and started to lead the way into the kitchen. Halfway there though, Whumpee was hit with another dizzy spell. They put their hand on the wall for support.

“Whumpee?”

“’M fine,” Whumpee slurred, “jus’ a dizzy spell.”

As Whumpee spoke, their knees buckled.

“Whumpee!”

Caretaker caught Whumpee from behind and turned them around to face them.

“What’s going on?” Caretaker demanded.

Whumpee watched through blurry vision as Caretaker put a hand to their head.

“Whumpee, you’re burning up!”

“Mm,” Whumpee acknowledged.

Caretaker guided Whumpee over to the couch and laid them down on it. As they did so, the hem of Whumpee’s shirt rose just enough to reveal bloody bandages underneath. Caretaker’s eyes widened.

“Whumpee, what is this?” Caretaker breathed.

“Don’ worry about it, it’s jus’ a scratch.”

Caretaker pulled back the bandages, exposing the wound underneath to cold air. Whumpee shivered a little, though they weren’t sure if it was from the cold in the room or the fever.

“Whumpee, this is infected,” Caretaker said, “we need to get you to a hospital.”

Whumpee’s tired eyes went wide. They propped themselves up on their elbows.

“N-no,” Whumpee protested, “I-I’m fine-”

Caretaker didn’t listen. They helped Whumpee to their feet and grabbed their car keys.

“Caretaker…”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Caretaker said, “we’re taking you to the hospital and that’s that.”

Caretaker guided Whumpee to the car and helped them into the front seat. They buckled their seatbelt for them and ran over to the driver’s side.

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“Definitely an infection,” the doctor said, snapping on latex gloves, “I’m going to have to medicate it.”

Whumpee cowered on the hospital bed. Caretaker took their hand and squeezed it gently.

“Do we have to?” they asked pitifully.

“If left untreated, your infection could spread to the rest of your body,” the doctor informed them gently, “don’t worry, I’ll administer a topical anesthetic first. You won’t feel a thing.”

The doctor brought over a needle filled with clear liquid. They lifted Whumpee’s hospital gown and injected it into their side. Tears sprung into Whumpee’s eyes, and they cried out in pain.

“That’s it, Whumpee,” Caretaker said quickly, “the worst is over, it’s okay.”

The pain in Whumpee’s side continued to fade until a faint numbness spread throughout it. The doctor worked quickly to clean out the wound and stitch it up.

“I’m going to have to put you on antibiotics,” they said, “to be safe. I’ll have a nurse insert an IV.”

With that, the doctor left the hospital room, leaving Whumpee alone with Caretaker. Whumpee turned to face them and almost recoiled when they saw Caretaker’s armor-piercing glare.

“You are so lucky the infection hadn’t spread yet,” Caretaker scolded, “do you know what I would’ve done if you’d have gotten sepsis!?”

“I’m sorry,” Whumpee said in a small voice, “I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“Whumpee,” Caretaker scoffed, “I’m your partner! You’re supposed to bother me with this kind of stuff!”

At that moment, the nurse entered the room with IV equipment.

“Hello there,” she said warmly, “I’m here to insert your IV.”

Whumpee gulped. Caretaker’s face immediately softened. They ran their thumb across Whumpee’s knuckles soothingly.

“It’ll be okay,” Caretaker said, “just a quick little pinch.”

“Yep,” the nurse said, “and then you’ll start to feel better.”

Whumpee looked away as the nurse inserted the needle into the crook of their elbow. They winced and fought back tears as they felt the pinch. Then, it was over.

“Good job, Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “good job.”

“Someone will be back to check on you in a few hours,” the nurse said, walking to the door.

The nurse left the room, closing the door behind her. Whumpee looked at Caretaker again.

“Are you still mad?” Whumpee asked.

“No,” Caretaker sighed, “I can’t stay mad at you. I was just scared, that’s all.”

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hand.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” Whumpee said.

Caretaker reached over and hugged Whumpee. Whumpee leaned into Caretaker’s embrace. Soon, they’d be well again, they’d get to go home, and never try to hide something like this from Caretaker again.

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ko-fi

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

[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…….