#weak pulse

[pandoramoments]

Cobb fell to the ground as the citizens of Freetown looked on with fear in their eyes.

The Duros turned coolly and walked away, despite the midday heat as Jo made her way over to their Sheriff.

"Still breathing." She acknowledged under her breath, but her fears weren't exactly alleviated; Cobb had a weak pulse as his body dropped into shock from the injury.

She lifted her head to see her own fear reflected back in the eyes of Taanti. "Alive, but..." she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as she shifted back. Beside her, the town's medic took over, but her grim expression failed to provide any hope.

"We fightin'?" Taanti asked, in a voice that clearly stated that it wasn't really a question.

She nodded silently, forcing herself to stand and leave Cobb on the ground. Cobb had wanted to fight, always easily charmed by the Mandalorian, so she would take up his fight. The effects of any instability in Mos Espa would billow out towards their little oasis too.

If Cobb died, she didn't want it to be for nothing.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 12 Weak Pulse

Also Day 16 Coughing Fit and Day 21 “Just hold on.” for whumpril

Still working on the catch up, and so here a collection of several days.

Familiar faces, set Season 3 x 15 of the vampire dairies follow on from CPR

Kol watches his brother and gains several questions however the answers have to wait as Elijah ignores his own health.

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Kol watched as his mother’s protective circle starts to fail, the flames starting to flicker and die down. He looked between mother’s shock and Elijah stiff form, hand held out stretched as he focused on smothering Esther’s power.

Esther’s power as well as the Bennet line, he remembered learning under Ayana, besides her children, that line was powerful, Elijah hadn't had enough power or interest to take part in those lessons back then.

And yet Elijah was countering it on his own even channelling his original body that shouldn’t have been possible without-

Just as he thought it he noticed his brother’s heart beat start to slow from it’s heightened rate, getting to a level that would be normal to a vampire but was wrong from a teenage human under stress.

“Stop!” he ordered appearing beside his brother, one hand reaching out to grab Elijah in an attempt to shake him from his concentration 

“I won’t kill me while I’m linked to you.” Elijah countered but Kol could hear the laboured sound in the words, the way he was leaning into Kol’s hand, uses it to keep him upright.

It may not kill him but Kol was well aware of the permanent damage overuse of magic could cause, so he swallowed, remembered where the echoed sharp stabs of pain he felt during their journey here and with a quick jab from the hand not holding Elijah, slammed a hand into the bruises left from the CPR.

He winced as Elijah let out a choked cry and he heard the surprised grunts from his brothers as they all felt Elijah’s cracked ribs shift and ignoring his discomfort he caught Elijah.

Elijah crumpled into his arms, coughing. His magic vanishing causing mother’s protection to flare back up, he ignored that as well as the sound of Finn’s questions, it seemed mother hadn’t shared with him that Elijah would be part of this spell.

Kol let Nic inform their oldest brother of what mother's true intentions for their current human brother, it seemed Mother hadn't been completely honest with Finn, why he thought she would be this time when she hadn't when she had first killed them all, was beyond Kol.

Instead he spent his attention on Elijah, who was stuck in a coughing fit, struggling to catch his breath, while using his supernatural hearing to make sure his hit hadn't broken the rib and cause it to puncture.

He didn't want to need to take his brother to ER since they had apparently made enemies of al the witches in this town

They shouldn’t have let him come Kol thinks, the moment they realised his injuries they should have made him stay back.

But then when had any of them ever managed to get Elijah to let them go, his stubborn protectiveness was the one thing none of them had ever really tried to break because they all liked having that attention at one point.

And look where it had ended up getting Elijah.

As the coughing fit ended, Elijah slowly regathered his breath to straighten as he returned his glare back at the pair in the circle, stepping away from Kol.

Moments later the protective flames flickered again and Kol had to check that Elijah wasn't trying something before mother started to shout calling to the Bennet ancestors.

It seemed the Salvatore brothers had fulfilled their roles, it was only the fact Kol was still watching Elijah that he caught the flickering of grief in his brother’s face as he also realised what it meant.

Right, because the oldest Bennet witch had trained Elijah in this life, even if Kol was judging what and how much his brother knew, Elijah had called the woman, Grams, and the youngest was a friend of Elijah’s.

It seemed their Mother was as bad as Klaus at ruining Elijah’s new life and bringing death to the people that he grew up with. 

He pulled Elijah back to him, his brother falling easily into him without resistance, Kol would assume he was lightheaded and exhausted from both using to much magic and pushing an injured body.

He discovered Mother and Finn’s escape as he looked up to find the woods empty, other than Klaus watching with concern, but for once Klaus was silent.

He rested one hand on Elijah’s neck to catch the faint beat under the skin and waited as the weak pulse slowly started to strengthen and return to its normal pace. Faster than he was used to from Elijah but this was the new normal for his brother he was going to get used to it.

The self sacrificing hadn’t changed sadly, only growing worse as it had expanding to cover even more people to Kol’s annoyance, he had thought to keep the link between them as something to stop Klaus from daggering him and protect Elijah but if Elijah was willing to use it to risk permanent damage to himself the sooner they were all unlinked the better.

“Can you walk?” he asked, as his mind started pointing out how much smaller Elijah was now, Kol wasn’t unused to being taller than Elijah but this was different, Elijah Gilbert was a growing teenager who hadn’t spent most of his time training under the unforgiving hand of Mikeal or hunting their food.

And now exhausted and in pain, it had stripped away the commanding confident aura Elijah normally had, that made himself the fearsome, merciless 'noble one'. Leaving just Elijah, his brother, and currently the most fragile of his siblings.

“Probably not.” Elijah admitted not looking at him and Kol blinked when he realised the silence from Elijah wasn’t caused by the injuries or the magic overuse but embarrassment.

“Idiot.” Klaus snapped but before Klaus could move towards them, Kol shifted his hold on Elijah and swept him up into his arms while trying to be careful not to jar his ribs, he had done enough damage tonight.

“Wha- Kol- what ar- '' Elijah started to ask looking at him with wide eyed surprised. Kol ignored the louder thoughts that Elijah should have a nosebleed if not more considering how much power he had used, he’d worry about that after they dealt with mother and her plans to kill them.

“Just hold on.” he told him, waiting just long enough for Elijah had followed his instruction before he took off into the woods back to the house Klaus had brought them.

Elijah would be staying with them until the threat of their mother had passed. It wasn’t like Elijah could argue since that was his own rule he had set in place centuries ago.

In the morning once Elijah recovered from this magic overused Kol was teaching him to heal broken bones and getting him to fix those ribs, he was getting tired of the dull echo he could feel through the link.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@whumpril Day 12: Weak Pulse

The heart monitor seemed so loud at first. Mrs. Afton had latched onto the sound as a chance, however slim, that her little boy would bounce back from this. Now, however, the repetition was staggered, more uncertain by the minute. Hope was slipping away. Evan was slipping away.

William had said his goodbyes in private and then slunk off, eyes wet but otherwise expressionless. He couldn’t bear to be in the room when it happened.

Mrs. Afton, on the other hand, would gladly be bawling aloud at Evan’s bedside if she could. She didn’t dare. The sobs were bottlenecked in her throat. She was there for Evan’s first breath; she wouldn’t let her grief drown out the sound of his last. His slim hand was so cold, cradled between her own, pulse fluttering against her thumb like the wings of a butterfly that had been stepped on.

Faint. Fragile. Fleeting.

[coffeeangelinabox]

Whumpril #12: Weak Pulse

Gene’s an engineer, he can do basic first aid. More than basic first aid. This is beyond him. 

He looks down at the woman he loves (how had he not known until now, until everything inside him is cracking and shattering at the sight of her still face, marred by bags beneath her eyes). He can’t even think her name, to name her makes it real, might draw Death down on her. (He’s an engineer, he’s not superstitious, but here and now, superstition, wishing, prayer is the only protection he can offer her).

Her pulse flutters beneath his fingers, barely there. The beating wings of a baby bird. He presses fingers into her wrist hard enough to bruise the delicate skin and presses the other palm to her chest, over her heartbeat, as though he can force the organ to keep pumping just by the intensity of his focus. 

He’s on his knees beside her, hunched over her fallen body. His whole body braced as a shield, to protect. (She’d hate it. She hates to need anyone and she so rarely does, she’s the strongest person he knows.)

His eyes drag desperately over her face. She’s pale. Eyelids not fluttering regardless of what the vids would have one believe. Her lips are beginning to tinge blue as the oxygen deprivation takes its toll. As her body (impossible, she’s strong, so strong) begins to fail. 

He slips fingers from her pulse point to grip her hand. She’s cold. Only the precarious, almost gone stutter of her heart beneath his hand proving that she’s not dead already. 

He’s an engineer, not a doctor. He knows that this is caused by trauma - electrical maybe, or drugs, choking or drowning, or psychic attack, but has no idea how to help. There aren’t even any visible wounds. He could staunch bleeding, soothe burns, set bones even. He curls ever more tightly around her as though he can share his warmth, his strength that she’s never before needed; as though he can hide her from the Grim Reaper who must already be lurking just over his shoulder. 

“Get David down here,” he demands and his voice sounds wrong, like he’s the one dying on the floor.

There’s a very long silence. Her heart forces out another begrudging thump. 

“I can’t,” Darrow says quietly, but his voice is rock solid.

Gene doesn’t turn, as though his eyes on her face are the tether keeping her here, but he jolts as though stung. “Get. Him.” He bites out. 

“He’s the only one left on the ship. We’d lose the Valjean, we’d all-”

“I don’t care!” Gene all but screams. 

Darrow crosses to him, crouches on his haunches on her other side. He looks down at her too, face set like stone. “I can’t,” he repeats. “They’d kill us all, and everyone we help, everyone whose sheltered us-”

To fly at him would mean letting go of her. He snarls instead, wordless and animalistic. 

Darrow takes her opposite hand, checking his pulse herself, his touch more gentle than Gene’s, no desperation to drive him to brutality. “She’s too far gone,” he says. His expression doesn’t crack. “David couldn’t help her. We’d be giving everything up for nothing.”

“You don’t know that! You don’t-” beneath Gene’s palm, that brave heart thuds once, twice and slowly patters down to a still slower rate. “I’ll never forgive you for this.”

Darrow smiles humorlessly and stands, pacing away to the far side of the room. “I’m far past forgiveness, Gene.”

He’s an engineer. He deals in logic and rational facts, but there are none here that will sway Darrow and no argument he can make that will change anything. “But it’s Jemma.” His voice cracks, pleading now instead of snarling or screaming.

“I know.”

[astaldis]

@whumpers-monthly​  @whumpril​

Chapters: 3/?     Words: 7,820 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt of Rivia, Vesemir (The Witcher), Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Coën (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion 

Relationships:Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Cahir Mawr Dryffyn aep Ceallach & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Cahir, Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Vesemir, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy & Vesemir, Jaskier & Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt of Rivia

Summary: At Kaer Morhen, Cahir tells Ciri something that makes her scream ...

Excerpt from Chapter 3: 

"Fuck," Geralt says after a moment of silence.

"Fuckety fuck, that is bad indeed," Jaskier adds with a deep sigh. "Come here, darling, let me dry those tears." He fishes a frilly, pink handkerchief from his vest pocket and, hugging her even closer, gently dabs at Ciri's eyes. Yet, now the tears begin to flow for real and Ciri starts to sob uncontrollably in Jaskier's arms. Tears of grief for her dead grandfather and grandmother, for the loss of her childhood, her home, for all the death and destruction and pain that followed, but also for the evil things she has done and is ashamed of. And for Cahir who might be dying because of her.

"Here, my daughter, drink this. It will make you feel better." Geralt holds a mug in front of her tear-streaked face when the sobs finally cease. Surprised, she looks up into his concerned face. In her grief she did not even notice that he had left the room.

Ciri takes a sip. Warm milk with honey. It does make her feel better. And very sleepy. As soon as the mug is empty, Geralt and Jaskier tuck her in. Then Jaskier starts to sing a lullaby for her. It is not the one she expected but one she has never heard before. A fairytale song about a little tin soldier with only one leg and his tiny ballerina, and their eternal love. It is beautiful and sad and exactly what she needs to finally fall asleep, secure in the knowledge that her family is always there for her. Never lost, always found, like in the fairytale.

[cynicalone94]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 12

Weak Pulse

Read on AO3 here.

A simple night out celebrating their anniversary quickly takes a turn when a medical emergency threatens to take Jay away from her.

@whumpril

[tenth-sentence]

"Absolute exhaustion – possibly mere hunger and fatigue," said I, with my finger on the thready pulse, where the stream of life trickled thin and small.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[autobot2001]

Declining Condition

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Crosshairs and Drift worry about Jamie fighting a moderate flare-up. Her weakening pulse adds to their worry.

@whumpril day 12; weak pulse

Crosshairs and Drift always struggle when Jamie is suffering a flare-up. Even a minor one, which Ratchet allows them to keep her in the shared bedroom. They both know how to intubate and to work the ventilator, but Ratchet prefers Jamie in the medbay for a moderate flare-up. The two guardians understand that Jamie could decline, requiring drugs that Ratchet will not allow them to have in their medical capsules. Nor does he want them carrying a defaulter. He doesn’t think either could handle needing to do CPR or shocking her heart. It’s hard for him to do either. The medic is relieved he hasn’t done either action often. Ratchet does like to monitor Crosshairs and Drift while Jamie is suffering a moderate flare-up, knowing the trauma they went through after Jadin caused a severe flare-up and Jamie flatlined several times. The two neglect themselves while in the medbay, adding to his concern. Ratchet has watched the two avoid reading the numbers on the monitor. The two already know the ventilator is doing all the work. That’s hard enough for them.

“It’s bad enough knowing Jamie can decline,” Jolt comments, “but also knowing how much trauma this brings up for her guardians.” “It’s only been two days,” Jasmine sighs, “I hate we can’t help them. I don’t think Rung can help them. How can you help two Autobots who’ve watched their friend have to be revived several times?” The three medics look out the viewing window to the one across the hall. Seeing Crosshairs’ and Drift’s holoforms backs as they sit by the bed. While this means Ratchet can’t observe them, he will not tell the two to move to the other side of the bed. Worried this will cause them to worry that Jamie is showing signs of declining.

Everything is fine for the morning. Crosshairs and Drift are relaxed, close to falling asleep when an alarm startles them. Ratchet rushes in. The alarm was to alert that Jamie’s pulse was getting weaker. The other two medics walk in. The three suspect Jamie has bradycardia. Ratchet listens to her heart. What he hears confirms the diagnosis. The three medics know adding medication will add to the two mechs’ concerns, but they must help Jamie. The three medics need not speak. Crosshairs and Drift are aware of the situation. They knew this was possible, but it’s still terrifying.

Continued with Angstpril day 10.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Shadowhunters, s2e8

[mic-check-stims]

X-X-X X-X X-X-X

[sunlightfeeling]

making goro’s show a living nightmare from start to finish

Goro Deluxe: 2011.11.3

[jdorian]

well unfortunately i will not be watching pulse cuz uhhh it's just not very good imho💀

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Weapon-making Headcanon

While Ikkaku's main weapons are her collapsable shock baton and her two swords (Ghostlight and Siren), as the Hearts encounter more enemies, Ikkaku has started creating something of an arsenal for herself and the crew. She's a problem-solver and understands the necessity of adapting to different combat situations. Even if she ends up not using a particular weapon, she's still going to put it in the armory in case it's needed.

For example, after the battle on Zou with Jack, she recognized that the crew needed weapons for larger opponents, so she created a lance that heats up to flesh-melting temperatures. She also began making more flash grenades after the battle with Blackbeard to blind not only him, but the rest of his crew when they fought again.

It gets to the point where Ikkaku will go through various bounty posters and brainstorm with Law and the crew how to fight any potential enemy and what kind of weapons she could make. This way they're always prepared.

[ratslutuncontained]

3am and I woke up to piss, daddy saw me come online and immediately told me to start cockwarming, now I've got the nova in and I can feel it in my entire body ouhh my god 🥴🫠

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

as much as I get Fighting, god Koraidon should have been Dragon/Fire. It’d be so much more on level with Miraidon with that simple change