#prompt: bedside vigil

[serickswrites]

When in Rome

Warnings: capture, public humiliation, torture, restraints, whipping, blood, unconsciousness, bedside vigil, defiant whumpee

"I can be a kind and benevolent ruler," Whumper said as they circled their captives. "I think you will find I am a much better ruler than your former monarch."

Caretaker hated listening to this. Hated that they were all in chains while Whumper and their traitorous band walked free. But worst of all, they hated watching Whumpee struggle in the chains that had been thrown on all of them.

"The only thing you are capable of is evil," Whumpee hissed.

"You could give me a chance, Whumpee. If you give me a chance, if you bow, the others will follow suit. So many subjects have already pledged their loyalty."

"I'd rather die." Whumpee thrust their chin out.

"Whumpee, you were your former ruler's most trusted warrior. If you bend knee, needless violence will be avoided. Surrender and pledge fealty or you shall suffer greatly." Whumper's kind, gentle tone began to fray. Their true nature slowly eating away at the facade that Caretaker knew they were putting up.

"Death first!"

"That can be arranged." Whumper said with a sigh. "Tie them to the pole in front of the castle," they ordered one of their minions. "And take the others with you. I want everyone to see what happens when you do not conform to my law and order. What happens if you defy me."

Whumpee struggled valiantly against the many hands that grabbed them. Caretaker tried on their part, too. But it was to no avail. Whumper had too many followers at hand to fight. The rest of their squad was hauled along with them to the castle square.

"Whumpee, Whumpee, whatever they are planning is far worse than surrendering," Caretaker tried to reason with Whumpee. They could not stand to watch Whumper butcher Whumpee.

Whumpee shook their head, drawing themself up to their full height, head held proud. "If we give in we are complacent with whatever atrocities Whumper commits. The people need to see that some one is willing to stand up in the face of evil."

"You will be killed, Whumpee. Please," Caretaker tried again.

"Then that is the price I pay. I will not bend knee to evil. I will stand strong. Perhaps my death will be what one person needs to realize they must fight. That they can fight."

Caretaker opened their mouth to reply, but Whumpee was pulled away as the group reached the central square. A tall post had been erected in the center atop a tall dais. Whumpee was hauled roughly up the steps and chained with their arms above their head, back to the crowd.

"Citizens, gather round," Whumper said as they climbed the steps of the dais, "and see what it means to refuse me." Whumper held a whip in their hand. Caretaker's mouth went dry.

"I am a benevolent ruler," Whumper said as a hush fell over the crowd, "and I will give you one more chance, Whumpee. Swear fealty and you will be spared."

"I will never bow to you. No matter how much you hurt me, I will never bow before you." Whumpee spat at Whumper, their contempt and intentions clear.

"So be it, then. We will start with ten lashes and see how you feel." Whumper raised their arm and brought the whip down across Whumpee's back. Whumpee's skin split and flowed from the wound.

But they did not cry out.

With each crack of the whip, Caretaker flinched. With each crack of the whip the fearful faces of the crowd became more apparent. And with each crack of the whip, Whumpee's blood flowed, but they did not cry out.

After the tenth crack, Whumper stopped. "Anything you wish to say, Whumpee?"

"Fuck you," Whumpee said weakly.

With a growl, Whumper raised the whip again. "Such insolence shall not be tolerated."

Caretaker lost count of how many times Whumper brought the whip down. They lost count of how long Whumper whipped Whumpee after Whumpee went limp in the chains as they slipped into unconsciousness. They lost count of how many times they begged for Whumpee's life. Because they could only see Whumpee's limp, bloody body slumped over at the whipping post.

"Throw them in the dungeon with the rest of their squad. Offer them no aid. See if that's enough to change their mind," Whumper said when they finally grew tired of whipping Whumpee.

Caretaker didn't fight as they were dragged to the castle's dungeon. They watched in horror as two men grabbed Whumpee by the arms and roughly dragged them along to the dungeon. Whumpee didn't so much as groan or raise their head as they were dragged along.

"Whumpee, please, say something," Caretaker said as they were all tossed in the dungeon.

Whumpee had landed in a heap and hadn't made a sound. "Whumpee, please," Caretaker tried again. They weren't sure where they could touch Whumpee without causing further injury. They lowered themself to the ground next to Whumpee.

Whumpee's eyes were closed, but they were alive. Caretaker could hear their short, pained breaths as they got close to Whumpee. "Someone bring me some water from that bucket." Caretaker ordered. "We need to clean their wounds."

Whumpee didn't wake the whole time the squad cleaned and dressed their wounds. They didn't wake as the squad tried to lay them in a comfortable position gently. And they didn't wake as Caretaker stroked their face and murmured soft words to them.

Caretaker sat in the dark dungeon hoping Whumpee would wake soon. They stroked Whumpee's sweat soaked hair. "Please, Whumpee. Don't do this. Please, just wake up. We can come up with a plan. Please, Whumpee. Don't make us watch you die, too."

But still, Whumpee did not wake.

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[improvidus]

(@macgyverbingo)

[alpaca-clouds]

Winter Whumperland Day 12: His Weakness

Alright, the last story for @amonthofwhump Winter Whumperland comes in with the prompt Bedside Vigil. This time it is actually on the almost sweet side, given that it is just Astarion being very uncertain how to deal with something as human as a flu. :P

His Weakness

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Shipping: Astarion/m!Tav Genre: Hurt/Comfort

As Tav comes down with a bad cold, Astarion does not know how to care for him.

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 29 (alt. prompt): “Bedside Vigil”

Fox Mulder in The X Files 2x25

[whumpster-dumpster]

Caretaker at the whumpee's bedside, reassuring them that they're still here every time they stir but Whumpee's only half-conscious and thinks it's Whumper saying it

[chiharuuu22]

After experiencing so much tension, it seemed like Caretaker was still not allowed to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing Whumpee thrash around in a semi-conscious state was even more painful than seeing Whumpee not moving at all.

Several times a day, Whumpee will moan in pain (or perhaps anger), cry, or try to remove the medical equipment on his body. Sometimes, Whumpee just stared blankly at the roof.

Caretaker always tries to be near Whumpee, holding Whumpee's thin hands tied to the bed, stroking his head gently and carefully, and speaking in a soothing tone.

Until one day, Whumpee looked at Caretaker and called her in a shaky and stuttering voice. At that moment, Caretaker knew that Whumpee was one step towards recovery.

[thriftyshark530]

Love when whumpee is put into a coma, and caretaker doesn't leave their side. A caretaker so dedicated to watching over whumpee that they need to be pulled away from whumpee in order to sleep, and they absolutely will not leave whumpee's side unless one of their friends swaps places with them and watches over whumpee in their stead. Caretaker is never gone for long though, and is quick to take charge of watching over whumpee again. A caretaker that keeps whumpee shaved and clean, making sure not to touch any of the machines keeping whumpee alive. A caretaker that watches over the doctors and nurses that routinely check on whumpee, thanking them for taking care of whumpee and asking if whumpee will wake up soon. A caretaker that holds whumpee's hand, listening to the monitor and ventilator as they wait patiently for whumpee to wake up. A caretaker that climbs into whumpee's hospital bed, playing with whumpee's hair as they tell whumpee how their day went. A caretaker that begins crying into whumpee's shirt, begging whumpee to wake up soon. A caretaker that holds whumpee's hand as they fall asleep next to whumpee's bed. A caretaker that screams for staff when whumpee finally wakes up. A caretaker that wraps whumpee up in the tightest hug after the staff tells them it's ok, crying in whumpee's arms as whumpee tries to calm them down.

Whumpee could never imagine all that caretaker did for them while they were asleep.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1381

Whumptober #31: Making Amends

The whumpee leaving their apology in a note before they go on The Mission they’ll likely not come back from. 

The caretaker apologizes to the whumpee as they’re bleeding out in their arms. 

Versus: the whumpee desperately trying to apologise as they bleed out in the caretakers arms. Bonus points if they’re spitting blood. 

The caretaker waits anxiously over the unconscious whumpee to wake up so they can apologise. The whumpee barely opens their eyes before the caretaker is blurting out “I’m sorry.”

The whumpee barely opens their eyes before they say “I’m sorry”

Better still: the whumpee and caretaker apologizing at the same time, as soon as they see each other.

The apology coming before a character betrays another.

The apology coming AFTER the character goes through with the betrayal in order to save the team.

And for comfort: The whumpee not buying the apologies as the caretaker cleans their wounds, but they're easily appeased by the promise of dinner.

[marvel-ous-whump]

Imagine; A whumpee who's been pretty sick for a few days, and Caretaker's barely/hasn't slept. too preoccupied watching over whumpee and nursing them.

Finally, when the fever breaks and whumpee's semi-coherent for the first time in a while. they notice the bags under an exhausted Caretaker's bloodshot eyes. "would...would you mind cuddling me?" Whumpee asks, voice hoarse and thick with fatigue, "M'cold."

of course, Caretaker obliges, yet still fights to stay awake. Whumpee needs them. "You can take a nap if you wanna," whumpee says, getting as close to caretaker as they can "I know 'm gonna." "But, whumpee, what if..." Caretaker starts but whumpee interrupts them.

"Caretaker, I'm alright now. you don't have anything to worry about. just try to sleep a bit." "Promise you'll wake me if you need something?" Caretaker asks, their words already starting to slur drowsily. "Promise."

And with that, both Caretaker and Whumpee slip into the first truly restful sleep that either of them had had in days.

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 6 Alt prompt: Bedside Vigil

Magnum P.I. 7x21 Limbo

[serickswrites]

Always on my Mind

Warnings: collapse, stab wound, blood, bleeding out, unconsciousness, hospital, bedside vigil

"You're always on my mind," Team Leader said as they sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair. "I can't stop thinking about what I did and didn't do. And what you did and didn't do."

They took Smallest Teammate's hand in theirs, their fingers curling around Smallest Teammate's icy ones. "I just wish I had noticed you. I wished I had seen what had happened. I wish I had done something. Why didn't you say anything?"

Team Leader's guilt was all consuming. They hadn't noticed Whumper stab Smallest Teammate in the back. Hadn't noticed that Smallest Teammate was missing until after Whumper had been stopped. Hadn't noticed Smallest Teammate--the loudest member of their team--was unusually quiet.

"A job well done, don't you think?" Team Leader said as they sidled up next to Smallest Teammate.

"Yeah," Smallest Teammate had replied softly.

"Cheer up, Smallest Teammate. I'm sure there will be more bad guys for us to go after when we get back," Team Leader said as they clapped Smallest Teammate on the shoulder.

Smallest Teammate didn't reply as their knees buckled. "Smallest Teammate?" Team Leader grabbed Smallest Teammate by their collar, holding them up. Smallest Teammate's head lolled on their neck as they went completely limp. "What in the--HELP!" Team Leader roared as they saw Smallest Teammate's shirt was coated with blood. "HELP!" They shouted as they put pressure on the stab wound on Smallest Teammate's back.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Team Leader said as they tried to shake the memories of trying to wake Smallest Teammate. Of trying to keep Smallest Teammate's blood in their body. Of carrying Smallest Teammate out of the compound. They had been certain that Smallest Teammate was dead. That they were carrying Smallest Teammate's corpse out of there.

But Smallest Teammate was still alive. And had stayed alive. "I am so sorry I didn't notice. I...I failed you as your team leader. Please, Smallest Teammate, wake up. So you can forgive me. Please."

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@artisticdemon

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: psychosis

A stands in the doorway. A bittersweet smile graces their face but their eyes show their grief. The outline of B's sleeping form rises and falls with their breaths.

They remind themself that at least B still knows them... that's a miracle under the circumstances. They just wish B could realise that they're more than fiction.

But of course that's too much to ask.

[zoethehead]

I'm definitely seeing this prompt with Declan as the whumpee, and Zachariah as the caretaker.

As for the time frame, it's a short while after Declan loses his wings

When the whumpee wakes up in bed after getting badly hurt, and they almost immediately try to get up, but the caretaker puts a hand on their shoulder and holds them down, telling them to take it easy and not move so much yet. The whumpee trying to insist that they’re fine and they can get up, only to realize that while they normally were much stronger than the caretaker, the caretaker was managing to easily hold them down, and that maybe they weren’t as alright as they thought.

[queenofwands89]

The Storm Within (Part Two)  Tyler Owens x fem!reader

Part 1

Summary: Following the events of the first part, a severely injured Y/N lies in a coma while a heartbroken Tyler waits by her side, wondering if she will ever wake up.

Warnings: Hospital, Reader is in a coma, Fluff, Sad Tyler, Slightly angsty.                                              

Notes: I didn't expect so many people to read the first part, let alone want a second, so thank you—it means a lot. I rushed to write this to avoid making you wait any longer, lol. I'm currently accepting writing prompts for Jake Seresin, Tyler Owens, and Glen Powell.

Enjoy byeeee!

Two weeks have slipped by in a blur of sterile hospital corridors and the endless hum of medical machines. Each passing day is a battle against time, unrelenting in its indifference, and Tyler's world has shrunk to the confines of your hospital room.

Tyler sits by your side, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but refusing to close. He's lost count of the hours he's spent watching the rise and fall of your chest, willing you to wake up. The constant beeping of the heart monitor and the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator are his only companions.

The rest of the storm-chasing team visits regularly, each holding onto hope in their own way. Boone leaves a fresh bouquet of wildflowers on the bedside table every other day, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the clinical white of the room. Dani brings her laptop, working quietly in the corner, refusing to leave until Tyler is forced to rest. Dexter makes sure Tyler eats, even if it means feeding him himself. And Lilly, with her unwavering optimism, often slips into the chair opposite Tyler, regaling him with stories and laughs to keep the darkness at bay.

One evening, as the crimson hues of the setting sun penetrate the blinds, Tyler is gently persuaded by Lilly to step outside the room, if only for a few minutes. The fresh air at the hospital's small garden is a reprieve he didn’t know he needed. He takes deep breaths, trying to shake off the weight that's settled on his shoulders.

As he walks back towards your room, he overhears a hushed conversation between two nurses. "It's been two weeks, and she's still fighting. It's remarkable," he hears one of them say. A glimmer of hope ignites in his chest. You're a fighter; you always have been.

Pushing open the door to your room, Tyler's heart skips a beat. One of the doctors, Dr. Emerson, is standing by your bed, reviewing the latest results. Tyler rushes in, anxiety and hope warring on his face.

"Any changes, Doc?" Tyler asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Emerson turns to him, a small, comforting smile on her face. "Her vitals are steadily improving. The brain activity shows promising signs. She's still in a coma, but these are good indicators. It’s just a matter of time."

With those reassuring words, Dr. Emerson gives Tyler a gentle nod before turning to leave the room, the other doctor following closely behind. The soft click of the closing door lingers in the air, marking the transition from clinical observation to personal vigil.

Tyler takes his seat beside you, gently holding your hand. "Hey, beautiful," he begins, his voice soft but steady. "I know you can hear me. I thought I'd share some stories, like old times."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Remember the first storm we chased together? God, we were terrified but so exhilarated," he chuckles. "The sky was this angry shade of gray, and the wind was howling like it was possessed. We had no idea what we were doing, but we felt invincible."

Tyler's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he continues. "You kept yelling at me to keep the camera steady while you took notes. I think I was too busy being amazed by how fearless you were. The tornado touched down so close, and we got caught in the downdraft. But you... you never lost your cool. You guided us out of there like it was just another day at the office."

He squeezes your hand gently, hoping for any sign of acknowledgment. "Then there was that time in Kansas. Do you remember? We were staying at that run-down motel, and the power went out during the middle of the night. We ended up sitting in the car, wrapped in blankets, watching the lightning storm. You said it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

The corners of Tyler's lips lift into a sad smile as he recounts more memories. "You were always the brave one, Y/N. Like that time we drove into the eye of the storm. Literally. Everyone told us it was too dangerous, but you convinced us, and we did it. And I'll never forget the look on your face when we made it out in one piece."

A silence hangs in the air for a moment, the only sounds coming from the steady beeps and hums of the medical equipment.

"I'm not gonna lie, Y/N. These past two weeks have been the hardest of my life. Seeing you like this... it's killing me. But I know you're fighting. You always do," Tyler says, voice cracking with emotion.

Tyler leans closer, his head resting on the side of your bed. He speaks softly, almost to himself. "You know, Dani was telling me about how you kept her sane during her first storm chase. She said she wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you. And Boone, he's a mess without you bossing him around. Dexter too. None of us are the same without you."

He looks at your serene face, a fresh wave of determination washing over him. "But we all believe in you. We know you're coming back to us. And when you do, we'll be ready with stories and laughs and everything that's been missing."

As the sun sets outside, casting a warm glow over the room, Tyler continues to talk. He recounts every little detail of your adventures together, from the funniest moments to the most heart-stopping ones, painting a vivid picture with his words.

The world is a foggy blur as consciousness slowly begins to seep back into your mind. The silence in the room is broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the medical machines. Your eyelids feel heavy as you struggle to open them, a sense of disorientation clouding your thoughts.

As your eyes finally flutter open, the dim light of the room gradually sharpens into focus. The first thing you see is Tyler, slumped in the chair beside your hospital bed. His hand grips yours tightly, as if even in sleep, he cannot let go. His face is etched with lines of stress and fatigue, evidence of the nights he has spent by your side.

For a few moments, you simply watch him. Even in his exhausted state, there’s an undeniable tenderness in the way he holds your hand. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the stubble that has grown from days of neglecting himself. Deep down, an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love wells up within you. You realize now more than ever just how much he means to you.

Gradually, you muster the strength to give his hand a weak squeeze, something to pull him from the depths of his weariness. His eyes flutter open slowly, confusion briefly crossing his features before they lock onto yours. Instantly, his face transforms—a mix of shock, awe, and profound relief.

"Y/N..." he breathes, his voice shaky and filled with emotion. Tears pool in his eyes, and you can see him fighting to hold them back, but it’s a losing battle. As the realization washes over him, that you’re finally awake, his tears begin to fall freely. "You’re... you’re awake. Thank God, you’re awake."

A lump forms in your throat, making it hard to speak, but you manage a small smile. "Tyler," you rasp, the single word carrying all the emotions you can't yet express.

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing fervent kisses to your knuckles. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much," he chokes out, his voice breaking with raw emotion. "I thought... I thought I’d lost you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything. For the things I said. I was scared and I handled it all wrong."

You can feel the wetness of his tears on your hand, and it breaks your heart to see him in such pain. Gathering what strength you can, you shake your head slightly. "No, Tyler. We both did things we regret. I pushed you away when I should have let you in. But we can’t change the past. We can only move forward."

He nods, his teary eyes never leaving yours. "We’ll fix this. Together," he vows, his voice filled with a newfound determination.

Your smile grows a bit stronger, as you grip his hand with a bit more strength. "Together," you echo, the word binding the two of you in a promise of unity and hope.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Tyler repeats fervently, his tears now mingling with a relieved laugh.

You can't help but let out a light giggle, the sound so sweet to Tyler’s ears. "I love you, I love you, I love you," you reply, your heart feeling lighter for the first time in a long while.

Tyler chuckles softly, his expression softening as he looks at you. "I think the doctors are going to start charging me rent for how long I've been here."

You laugh weakly, the sound like music to his ears. "Well, as long as you don't start claiming squatter's rights. We might have to evict you."

His laughter mingles with yours, the room now filled with a warmth and happiness that seemed impossible just moments ago. "Deal. I'll leave when you do," he declares, his voice brimming with love and commitment.

The path to recovery will undoubtedly be long and arduous, but for now, the hardest part is over. The heavy cloud of uncertainty has lifted, replaced by a glimmering beacon of hope. The room, once cold and sterile, now feels warm, filled with the palpable power of your mutual love and commitment.

As the rhythmic beeping of the machines continues to fill the background, you and Tyler share a moment of silent understanding, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, you’ll face them hand in hand. "I love you," he whispers once more, the promise of these words a soothing balm to your soul.

"I love you," you whisper back, sealing the bond that will carry you through the days to come.

[camilleisback]

Since some of us have noticed a lack of cardiophilia centered/heartbeat related prompts on this site, I've come up with a short, non-exhaustive list to boost your writing!

Text version under the cut:

CARDIOPHILIA/HEARTBEAT RELATED PROMPTS

SOFT:

accidental listening

"your heartbeat is soothing"

hand to one's chest while kissing

falling asleep to the beat of one's heartbeat

feeling one's heartbeat through the clothes

sometimes, home is two arms and a heartbeat

after exercise heartbeat

"can you hear it/feel it? It beats just for you"

tired after a long day

reacquainting with someone's heartbeat

WHUMP:

collapsing after strenuous exercise

bad fit of tachycardia

"fuck, my chest hurts"

cardiac tamponade

overdose

medicines don't work/failed healing magic

heart disease

defibrillation/cardioversion

heart torture

cardiac arrest

NSFW:

drugged heartbeat

self-stething

comparing pulses

playing doctor

lazy morning

heated fuck

making out while hooked up to an EKG

"I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters"

electrical stimulation

chemically induced arrhythmia

GENERAL:

"I think there's something wrong with my heart"

open-heart surgery

grounding after a panic attack

skipping beats

broken heart

"your heart sounds so strong..."

medical check-up

love confession

research project

dagger/bullet/dart to the heart

experimental treatment

close monitoring

shortness of breath

"the only sound I hear is my own heartbeat"

the telltale heart

self-stething [nonsexual]

"do you want me to take a listen?"

bedside vigil

clockwork machine

bad at managing medicines

[medcember]

This is the first-ever official Medcember event, and I hope you join in!

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for medical-based whump fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) are welcome.

AI-Art or AI-Writings are NOT permitted.

SFW and NSFW are both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

Write as little or as much as you like! The choices are endless!

All entries that comply with these rules will be reblogged here during December, or to the collection available on AO3 now!

If you have questions, please don't hesitate to send an ask!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Undiagnosed Chronic Illness

Septic Shock

Field Medicine

Sedation

Quarantine

Seizure

Transfusion

Rare Diseases

Life Support

Flare-Ups

Wound Care

Intensive Care Unit

Paralysis

Medical Error

Anaphlyaxis

Bedside Vigil

Organ Failure

Accident & Emergency

Recovery

Last Resort

Resuscitation

Goodbye

Chronic Illness

Stab Wound

Extended Stay

Smoke Inhalation

Gun Shot Wound

Road Traffic Accident

Crush Injury

Fight, Flight, or Freeze

Red & Blue Lights

Alt Prompts

Amputation

Coughing Up Blood

Frost Bite

Emergency Surgery

Head Injury

Invisible Disability