#is it hidden if the whumpee didn't know they were injured either

[egg-writes-whump]

Had a sudden vision of two people getting out of a battle or otherwise violent situation and instantly embracing/kissing each other (if they are kissing bonus points if its their first) and when they pull back being all giggly and excited to have survived only to suddenly realise one of them is injured. Badly.

[whumpshaped]

As a prompt, I'm very partial to the enemy caretaker whump trope. So maybe something to do with that, could be like an army battlefield setting, or worse, a spy setting. Hell, maybe even a crack whump where it turns out its just a bunch of kids playing pretend on the playground. (damn i might use that actually too lol, but feel free if you want to take it).

Just anything where the whumpee was captured and needs medical attention and they're straight up confused why they're not being tortured or dead yet lol, and their fate is just so uncertain.

tw hospital setting, enemy caretaker

No one was hiding their hostility. Not like Whumpee had expected that, not at all. But they also didn't expect to be put on bed rest, given medicine, and get patched up. The contrast between the atmosphere and the care was stark and jarring. They couldn't help being on edge every moment of the day, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It actually made them feel absolutely disgusting to know that they had made the lives of people like them a living hell. People who were willing to put their feelings aside to care for someone injured.

"Medic?" they tried quietly, while Medic was changing their bandages. The use of their name made the other freeze up for a moment, then they pulled the gauze a little tighter, brows furrowing in barely repressed disdain.

"We're not on a first name basis," they said firmly. Whumpee quickly nodded, not wanting to upset the person who had saved their life.

"I'm sorry. D-doctor, then?" Oh, they hated how their voice shook. How they stammered like a nervous child. But they felt like it. They felt so small, so vulnerable, and they felt like everyone around them held power over their life to the point that they could be crushed at any second.

Medic nodded silently, seemingly placated by the show of respect and compliance. They weren't pulling on the bandages as hard now.

"I... I just wanted to... I wanted to thank you for– for all of this. I know I wouldn't be alive without... without your care."

"Leader's orders," they said curtly.

"I'm grateful to them too. And– and I'm also incredibly sorry."

Medic glanced up at them, a look of frustration crossing their face. They didn't say anything. Whumpee didn't say anything either. They wanted to ask what would happen to them once they were healthy, or why they were even bothering with all this... But they didn't. Whatever the team decided their fate would be, they would go along with it. They never wanted to cause any trouble for them again.

"You know, I don't think you understand the extent of the damage you have caused," Medic spoke up again. "I don't think you understand what horrible consequences your actions have had on real people."

They were right. Up until now, Whumpee had never even considered it. Never even saw them as actual people with lives of their own.

Medic let out a heavy sigh, their expression softening a little. "But I think you do now. And I think... I think if that realisation really makes you change... then I think you deserve to have a second chance. And from what I've seen since you've been here with us, and mostly with me, I think that might actually be the case."

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