#thump

[grrlmusic]

THUMP

[gottawhump]

Waking

Eliot

CW/TW: BBU/WRU, post-thump recovery, medical environment.

I’m feeling a bit rusty here. And this is a big flash-forward. Sorry.

Eliot wakes up.

He breathes in, and the clean sharpness of disinfectants assails his nose. He tastes familiar medicine at the back of his throat.

He exhales, and it doesn’t hurt. He feels tight pressure around his ribs, but not the sharp stabbing he’d known since someone’s boots broke them.

A machine beeps near him. A cuff begins squeezing his upper arm, releasing after a minute. He tries to move his hand on the other side, but it’s trapped by an IV.

Hospital. Hospital. The old panic closes his throat, and he can’t breathe. The beeping speeds up.

“Calm down,” an unfamiliar voice says. Cold rushes through his wrist. “This’ll help.”

As the chemical calm takes effect, he dares to open his eyes. It looks like a hospital room, cold and white, the sides of the bed raised and barred to keep him in it. But there are no windows. Is it the Facility? He wants to go home, he doesn’t want to be refurbished.

“Please.” The soundless word catches and rattles on the tube in his throat.

“Hush. Rest, while you can.” It’s the same voice as before, but not one he recognizes. He can’t see their face. He flinches when their hand stroke his hair back, unwanted comfort.

“He’s awake?�� He knows that voice. He tries to sit up, to jerk away, to lower the bed sides and run away. His body doesn’t respond. He can’t move.

“Awake, not healed.”

“He doesn’t need to be healed, just alive a while longer.”

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[grrl-beetle]

Oakley Thump

[octarinespill]

Marla Rutherford - Thumper, 2010

[evilhorse]

Dumb girl dies now!

(Wonder Woman #272)

[kply-industries]

From a pretty incredible old Japanese ad for batteries.

[onlylonelylatino]

Blue Beetle versus the Posse by Cully Hamner

[bertie-whump]

Whumpcember Day 1 - Fever

I'm a little late to the party, but I've literally just discovered the wonder world of whump and wanted to join in. Hoping to get caught up over the next couple of days. Enjoy! @whumpcember

*

“Rosie, are you ok in there?” A knocking came from the door, and I opened my eyes, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. Everything seemed fuzzy and distant. The door opened and Jay came into the room. “You’re normally up long before now, love.”

I glanced at the clock; it was almost eleven. “Fuck.” I sat up but didn’t manage to get very far before everything seemed to swim before my eyes and the edges of my vision started to go black. I heard hurried footsteps against the carpet and then two hands pressed me back down into the mattress.

“Nope, we are not doing that today. You are not passing out,” Jay said. “Take some deep breaths, until the dizziness goes away.” I did as he said, and soon I was, if not clear-headed, not on the verge of fainting. “Well done. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I’m not sick,” I protested, going to sit up again, but Jay’s hands on my shoulders kept me pressed to the bed. “Jahan, I swear to God, let me up. I can’t still be in bed.”

“You are not bullying me with the use of my full name. And bed is exactly where you’re staying; you’ll obviously poorly.” One of his hands moved to my forehead. His skin felt cool against my own. “And you have a temperature, so I’ll ask again, how long have you felt sick.”

“Started feeling off yesterday morning, but I’m fine it’s probably just a cold,” I told him. 

“Rosie, you live in a house with two doctors, you could have told one of us,” James admonished. I watched through half lidded eyes as he pulled his phone from his pocket, dialling one of his contacts and setting it to speaker. 

“Calling me from upstairs is a new level of laziness, even for you,” Rowan said on the other end of the line, and I smiled, knowing the other man was probably downstairs. 

“Yeah, well, I’ve got good reason. Can you bring the thermometer and some paracetamol to Rosie’s room, please?” Jay asked. 

“Why, what’s wrong?” His tone went immediately from joking to concerned instantly.

“Probably just a cold, but she’s warm and I want to know how bad it is,” Jay said, casually. Rowan said he’d get what was needed, and Jay hung up. “Can I trust you to stay put if I disappear for a moment?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“Sure,” I muttered, closing my eyes. I was too exhausted to worry about getting out of bed at the moment anyway. 

I heard the door open and close and then the same about a minute later. 

“Rosie,” Jay said, back in the room, “I’m going to swap your duvet for a blanket, try to cool you down a bit.” He didn’t even wait for my permission before stripping away my lovely winter duvet.

I immediately started to shiver as the cold air of my bedroom hit my skin. I reached out, trying to grab hold of the cover and pull it back over me. Seconds later, a much thinner blanket drifted over me, blocking out the worst of the cold, though I still missed my duvet. 

The mattress dipped as Jay sat down and ran a hand through my hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Quite rubbish, to be honest,” I told him, voice cracking. God, I hated being sick. 

“Well, don’t worry, Doctors Chowdhury and Brown are going to look after you.” 

Before I could say anything in reply, the door opened again, and Rowan’s voice drifted over to me. “I’ve got the thermometer, but we’re out of paracetamol. I managed to find the Calpol from the last time Haz was sick, though, so we can use that.” 

I was secretly glad of that. My throat hurt and I didn’t fancy trying to choke down the chalky pills at the moment. 

Rowan passed Jay the thermometer and he pressed it gently into my ear. “Wanna place bets?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes, bringing on another small wave of dizziness. I took a few deep breaths.

The thermometer beeped and Jay lifted it from my ear to look at the tiny screen. His eyebrows rose. 

“Is it bad?” I asked.

“It’s not great. 39.8.” He turned the screen towards me, even though I had no hope of focusing my eyes to read the number. I’d take his word for it. “Right, Calpol and then we’ll leave you to rest.” He looped his arm around my shoulders. “1,2,3 up we go.” He helped me to sit up.

I reached for the small cup of Calpol in Rowan’s hand. He handed it to me, and I drank it down, screwing up my nose at the artificial strawberry taste that I’d loved as a kid but apparently didn’t now. 

“Sleep now?” I asked, too tired to form a proper sentence as Jay laid me back down.

“Yeah, Rosie, sleep now. We’ll wake you in a few hours for more meds.” 

I nodded, already closing my eyes. 

[masadd]

based on bug's message in cjfs shout out to bug idk if they have a tumblr

[everyfalin]

[carldoonan]

This Thumpy Li’l Thumpus says: “THUMP.” 🐸💥🎳

[whats-in-a-sentence]

A moment later, with a little soft thump which they could all hear in that quiet place, the apple fell to the grass with Susan's arrow in it.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian" - C. S. Lewis

[thraxxia]

i so very desperately need a series of wine mom images of thump with meme text and everything like "you are always welcome in my home as long as you bring the wine! 😂"

[danjiisthmus]

Can't Quite Fly

he'll keep trying though! Piece for 0nyx

[evilhorse]

I don’t think I’m ever getting home.

(Red Sonja and Vampirella Meet Betty and Veronica #9)

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[id: a userbox with an orange border with a black border and black text that reads “this user loves thump.” on the left is an image of thump from botworld adventure. /end id]