#not a huge fan of sickness whump also but sepsis is terrifying!

[citrine-elephant]

something about leon being fucked up by forces of nature, i tell you.

if this jellyfish/squid/eel thing whatever does have squid aspects....

beaks.

it'd be one thing to be grabbed by a red devil mutant. cephalopod tentacles are terrifying in how strong they are.

but add poison effect? and the power of an electric eel forged in a lab?

if leon was brought in far too close before he could get away, be that rescue or a miracle, that beak could and probably would kill him. but that would be the least of his worries. that would be a mercy.

does he get away with a chunk of flesh torn out? a minor laceration through his tactical gear?

getting out alive would still be hell. sure, a regular jellyfish sting suuucks. get something like the man o' war and... yeah, uh, medical attention!

leon coming out with thick welts and dark circular bruises. small cuts, maybe larger ones. there's options for the next part.

maybe he's conscious. writhing in pain, only to have the slightest graze on the stings, and writhing away as he's reduced to animal instinct. a back and forth of being so uncomfortable and in pain.

maybe, this pain doesn't wane. maybe, it's just the beginning of a long drawn out process. being in so much agony as fire hotter than the center of the sun scorches every microscopic inch of his nerve endings. for days on end. so much pain he's out cold. medically induced, probably. just so he can tolerate being alive by having the trial run of "death" for a bit.

there's many a thing on this planet. there's gympie-gympie for example. manchineel trees. thinking of things that leave you in agony for a long, long time. some insects, some sea creatures. watched some things of people taking stings that were "mild" at first, but then, in time...

maybe even, we could make it even worse. with blisters that form on the worst of the welts. when the swelling comes down, they only seem to grow. infection.

practically on the brink of death, barely escaping the fate of sepsis, whatever entity above, his chosen warden in this purgatory, keeps him alive and intact. no matter how much blood and tears he'll shed. the chosen guard dog needs his trigger fingers working.

he is never going to the beach again.