#whump delirium

[fadingdreamscape]

@whumpmasinjuly-archive day 27 - delirious

CW - non-con drugging

Character - whumper and whumpee

Whumper stood in the shadows, watching with a sinister satisfaction as Whumpee's head lolled forward, then snapped back up in a desperate bid for consciousness. "You're still fighting," Whumper's voice was a low, mocking drawl that cut through the fog in Whumpee's brain like a serrated knife.

"I... I can see them," Whumpee murmured, eyes wide and glassy.

Whumper stepped closer, the dim light casting a menacing glow on their face. "See what?" they asked, feigning curiosity. "What do you see, Whumpee?"

Whumpee's breath hitched, their vision blurring with spectral shapes that twisted and writhed in the corners of their eyes. "Shapes... shadows... they're everywhere."

Whumper's smile widened, a cruel glint in their eyes. "Hallucinations. How delightful." They reached out, gripping Whumpee's chin and forcing their gaze upward, staring intently into their unfocused eyes.

Whumpee shuddered as Whumper's cold fingers traced their jawline, a shiver running down their spine. "Please... make it stop," they whispered.

Whumper's grip tightened, their nails digging into Whumpee's flesh. "Oh, but we're just getting started," they crooned, leaning in close, "now, time to take your medication," they purred as they pulled a small vial it of their pocket and forced whumpees mouth open.

Whumpee tried to resist, but their limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive. The bitter liquid from the vial burned as it slid down their throat, and they coughed, spluttering as they struggled to breathe.

Whumper's laughter echoed through the dimly lit room, a sound devoid of warmth or humanity. "There, there," they cooed mockingly, patting Whumpee's cheek with false gentleness. "You’ll feel better soon enough. Or perhaps worse... Depends if you're ready to embrace it yet."

Whumpee's vision swam, the room around them warping and twisting.

"You see them, don't you?" Whumper whispered, leaning down, their mouth next to Whumpees ear.

The shapes in Whumpee's vision shifted, the very air seemed to shimmer and dance.

"That's right," Whumper said, their voice now a soothing purr. "You're almost there."

The room twisted and pulsed in whumpees vision, their body slowly began to feel warm and weightless.

"You look so lost," Whumper mused, circling around Whumpee like a predator. "Does it feel good?"

Whumpee's breathing became ragged, their heart pounding erratically in their chest. "I don't... I can't..." They stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts as the world around them dissolved into a kaleidoscope of course and shapes.

Whumper chuckled, a sound that dripped with malice. "Oh, but you can. You're just resisting. Let go, Whumpee. Let the delirium take you."

Whumper released their grip, shifting to run their fingers gently through whumpees hair, "You're so close now," they said, their tone a sick parody of encouragement.

The room seemed to spin gently, the walls melted as whumpees thoughts seemed to disintegrate. Trying to think felt like grasping smoke.

"Look at you," Whumper murmured, almost to themselves, "teetering on the edge. Isn't it beautiful?" They continued to gently stroke whumpees hair, encouraging them to no longer fight.

Whumpee's lips parted, but no sound emerged. The spectral shapes in their vision danced with a macabre elegance, and somewhere in the distance, a voice—a memory perhaps—whispered words they couldn't quite understand.

Whumpee's head lolled to the side, their eyes losing focus, the figures in their vision danced and twisted, pulling them deeper into the abyss.

Whumper's hand continued its slow, rhythmic motion through Whumpee's hair, a grotesque parody of comfort. "That's it," they crooned. "Just let go."

Whumpee's lips moved soundlessly, their mind fracturing under the relentless assault. The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of disjointed voices that spoke in a language they couldn't comprehend, but which filled them with a deep, primal dread.

Whumper leaned closer, their breath hot against Whumpee's ear. "You see, this is freedom," they murmured. "No more pain, no more fear. Just... surrender." Their fingers traced lazy patterns across Whumpee's scalp, "You're almost there," they whispered.

Whumpee's eyes fluttered, half-lidded and unseeing. The world around them had become an undulating sea of colors and shadows, the once familiar shapes now alien and terrifying. Each breath felt like a struggle against the current, pulling them deeper into the chaotic abyss.

Whumpee's head lolled back, their eyes flickering with fleeting lucidity. They tried to grasp onto a memory, a sliver of who they were, they grasped onto Whumpers words, onto the sensation of their hand in their hair, unsure whatelse was real.

Whumpee's head lolled forward, their eyes glazing over as they teetered on the edge of consciousness.

Whumper smiled, pulling whumpee forwards into an embrace, letting their head rest on their shoulder, "well done Whumpee," they murmured.

Whumpee's body went limp in Whumper's arms, the fight draining out of them entirely. They hung there, suspended between wakefulness and oblivion, the phantom shapes in their vision dancing a sinister ballet.

Whumper's fingers continued to stroke Whumpee's hair, their touch deceptively gentle. "That's it," they whispered, their voice a silken thread weaving through Whumpee's fractured thoughts. "No more resistance. Just let go."

[teine-mallaichte]

Oh wow this was popular... So let's expand a little more shall we :p

7. Extreme Cognitive Overload: When a character is bombarded with an overwhelming amount of information or stimuli, their mind can start to break down. This could be from a constant barrage of conflicting instructions, a high-stakes scenario with no clear answers, or even just too many demands placed on them all at once. The brain’s attempt to process everything can lead to mental exhaustion and delirium, where their thoughts become chaotic and fragmented.

8. Psychosomatic Response: Sometimes, the mind can create a state of delirium through psychosomatic means. If a character is deeply stressed or traumatized, their mind can manifest physical symptoms that mirror delirium. This could be due to extreme anxiety, leading to dizzy spells, disorientation, or other physical symptoms that contribute to their mental confusion.

9. Sensory Overload or Deprivation: Delirium can also be triggered by extreme conditions of sensory input or lack thereof. Prolonged exposure to intense sensory stimuli—such as loud noises, bright lights, or chaotic environments—can cause the mind to become overwhelmed. Conversely, complete sensory deprivation can create disorientation and hallucinations, as the mind tries to compensate for the lack of external input. I am going to leave this as a mere paragraph... but as my bio-med degree was mainly neuro-science focused I could fully info dump on this - if anyoen is interested then let me know.

10. Forced Behavioral Conditioning: Conditioning or brainwashing can push a character’s mind to its limits. If they’re subjected to repetitive, contradictory, or extreme training methods, their sense of self can become unstable. The internal conflict between their true thoughts and the forced beliefs can create a delirious state where they’re unsure of their own identity and reality (this is another favourite of mine - because living weapons).

10.5. This is so similar to 10 I don't feel I can give it a unique place in the list but it's separate enough not to be under the same number... Cognitive Dissonance: When a character is faced with an intense moral or ethical conflict, the internal struggle can create a state of delirium. The dissonance between their actions and their beliefs can be so severe that it affects their perception of reality, making it difficult for them to maintain a coherent sense of self or understand their situation clearly.

I may add the stages and types of delirium at some point... Because variety is the spice of life (or something).

We need to expand our use of dilirium within the whump community I think.

When people see the prompt "dilirium" or "dilirious" in a whump event most jump to fever, illness, infection. And that's fine. That's valid. But there is SO MUCH MORE to dilirium.

Delirium is a complex psychological state that can indeed be triggered by illness and fever, but it can also result from a wide array of other causes. It’s a state where cognition and coherence deteriorate, where reality may start to frey at the edges leaving the whumpee confused, disorientated, maybe unable to even distinguish reality.

You can drive a character into a dilirious state without any external factors. A characters cognition and coherence can be picked to the brink by so many things.

1. Extreme Sleep Deprivation: this is a favourite of mine. A whumpee kept awake for days on end, their cognitive functions begin to deteriorate, the boundary between wakefulness and sleep blurs, leading to fractured and disjointed thought processes. The mind starts to struggle to maintain coherence, resulting in hallucinations and a profound disorientation.

2. Substance Withdrawal: Not one I've explored much, but can totally count. The body and mind in chaos, craving what they can no longer have. The physical symptoms can be brutal, but the psychological torment can drive them into a state of delirium, where reality becomes a shifting, unreliable landscape.

3. Psychological Torture: Another one I tend to gravitate to. Intense psychological manipulation, sensory deprivation or overwhelm can also drive the mind into delirium. Continuous gaslighting, isolation, or exposure to disturbing stimuli can erode a characters grasp on reality, leading to a state where they can no longer distinguish between truth and illusion.

4. Emotional Trauma: this a mental breakdown. Severe emotional trauma pushing a whumpee into a to their mental limits. The overwhelming stress and fear fracturing their mind, causing confusion, disorientation, dissociation, hallucinations as their psyche tries to protect itself and struggles to make sweetheart if what's happened/happening.

5. Overwhelming Physical Pain: Pain, just pain, if relentless and severe enough, can lead to delirium. A whumpee in constant, excruciating pain might find their mind breaking under the strain, leading to confusion, disorientation, and a detachment from reality.

6. Fever: and just because it can't really be left of the list, fever. Infections, illness, etc. But did you know there is more than one kind of dilirium? Yes there is the sick whumpee who is too weak too most and admits all their insecurities and secrets in a slurred disjointed major. But there is also the type of dilirium where the character becomes energetic, erratic behavior, pacing incessantly and speaking rapidly, refusing to rest. Frustrating and worrying for those trying to help.

And this is just the ones of the top of my head. There's so much potential here! And yes this is a very self indulgent and selfish post that I wrote while writing a fic where I am inducing dilirium in a character through acute stress and an identity crisis 😅 but in short - I want to see more varied portrayals of dilirium in whump.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[snapcracklewhump]

Favorite prompts for fever? 👀

Thanks for the ask! Fever is one of those whumps I enjoy on nearly every character. 

Delirium from a high fever. Whumpee is frightened and disoriented. The things they say don’t make any sense, but it doesn’t stop whumpee from trying to get others to understand. Or maybe they’re so weak that their distress can only be expressed in quiet murmurs or whimpers.

A whumpee who becomes emotional when they have a high fever. It messes with their head, and a whumpee who might normally be quiet or reserved suddenly cries at the drop of a hat. (Please have caretaker wipe away their feverish tears.)

Bone-deep chills that seem to shake whumpee to their very core. Nothing seems to warm them even though they’re already burning up. They’re shaking so much that they can hardly get a sentence out. 

Feverish confessions. Maybe with a fever, whumpee outright admits something they normally wouldn’t. 

Or maybe, they let slip a series of small admissions that caretaker puts together into a truth whumpee would never dare say aloud. 

Caretaker cradling whumpee to their chest, feeling them shiver despite the uncomfortable heat. 

The relief that floods over caretaker when whumpee’s fever finally breaks. They push the sweat-soaked hair off of whumpee’s forehead and finally they know that everything will be alright

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

delirium in fics is so criminally underrated. like… the angst and the whump alone???? when characters who are burning up from fever or infection see things that aren’t there and say things they don’t know what they’re saying, while their caretakers have to be strong for them by holding their hands and assuring them that what they fear isn’t here and no one is going to hurt them while not outright bluntly saying it’s all in their heads????? the whump and the angst????? why are we not using this trope more often? is so delicious

[whumpypepsigal]

Found s01e09: “Oh, you're burning up, damn it.”

+bonus:

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

screaming crying and sobbing over characters having hushed conversations over their injured/sick teammate.

Why are they whispering? Is there danger nearby? Do they want to avoid disturbing their teammate? Are they about to do something unpleasant but necessary for their teammate's survival - like setting a bone or flushing out an infected wound?

Or are they talking normally and the injured party just can't understand everything that's being said? Are they delirious with pain or fever? A head injury is affecting their hearing? Are they having difficulty staying conscious, and that one teammate keeps patting their face or shaking them, doing anything they can to keep them awake? Why are there so many hands on them? Why do they keep pushing on their stomach? Why does everyone sound so serious/nervous/angry/sad?

+ bonus points for manhandling their friend bc it's for their own good

[where-is-my-whump]

9-1-1 7x07

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 30: Sweating

TW: fever, delirious, past abuse/whump

Whumpee shook their head and mumbled something unintelligible as Caretaker placed the cool, damp cloth on their forehead. Their eyes were half-open but glazed over, their skin slick with sweat. “No…” they muttered, “no!”

“It’s okay…” Caretaker soothed, placing another cloth on the back of Whumpee’s neck. “You got a pretty bad fever, but it’ll be okay, I’m here.”

Whumpee’s eyes flicked about the room, but they showed no sign of hearing or understanding their words. “...Whumper…” they whispered, almost fearfully.

Caretaker stiffened. “Whumper’s not here,” they said hurriedly, touching Whumpee’s hand in reassurance, “It’s just me.”

Whumpee shook their head. “No, please! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Caretaker froze. “Aw, hell….”

“...please…” Whumpee mumbled, closing their eyes. Tears began to drip from underneath the closed lids. “Please… please stop…”

Caretaker intertwined their fingers with Whumpee’s. “Whumper can’t hurt you anymore, okay?” They whispered, still unsure if Whumpee could understand them. “I won’t let them. You hear that? I won’t let them hurt you.”

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Delirium Days

Pairings: Wandanat x (eventually) R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Wanda and Nat had wanted you to join their relationship from the beginning. But when you fall sick they can’t help but to care for you and make their feelings known.

TW: Delirium (idk if that’s a warning or not lol), one swear word

A/N Not edited.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you felt someone had replaced all the blood in your body with concrete. Your limbs hurt and they were hard to move. Your head felt like it was full of rocks and was just as heavy too. Stumbling to the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face. Of course you would wake up sick. Throwing on some makeup and taking a Panadol to stop in ache in your bones and head, you trudged downstairs looking slightly more presentable.

“Morning Y/n/n” Wanda called from where she was making pancakes. Upon hearing this Nat also looked up from where she was drowning a stack in maple syrup and ice-cream. Nat loved sweet foods.

“Morning detka.” Nat called, eyes returning to them tower.

Trying your best to keep your voice steady you bid them good morning and took a seat. Luckily they seemed to buy it. You must have zoned out because a second later Wanda was laying your own stack of pancakes in front of you and Nat looked like she was waiting for an answer to something.

“Sorry. Could you repeat the question.” You mumbled. Nat frowned and Wanda looked at you closely, making you squirm slightly in your seat.

“I asked if you wanted toppings?” She said unsurely.

“Are you feeling ok?” Wanda asked, going to lay a hand on your cheek. You dodged, putting on a weak smile.

“Just tried. I need some coffee.” You said, voice husky. You played it off as the lasting effects of sleep and got up despite your body’s protests to get coffee.

When you returned to the table, the world tilted for a second making you stumble slightly as you sat back down.

“Honey? Do you want to go back to bed?” Wanda asked, Nat eyed you closely.

Your body screamed at you to say yes but you simply shook your head. Not helping with the dizziness. You put your head down on the table. Too tired to conjure anymore of a charade for the couple. Wanda and Nat had been dating long before you joined the team. And as much as you loved both women, you didn’t want to spoil their love for each other. So you were happy to watch from afar, the twinge in your heart becoming a constant ache.

“Love?” Nat asked.

“Yeah?” You grumbled.

“She asked if you wanted anything?” Wanda frowned. Leaning forward, she brushed a hand over your head, pausing before laying the back of her hand on your forehead.

“Nat, she’s quite warm.” Wanda shot a concerned look at the other girl, who came around to feel for herself.

Upon laying her hand on your flushed cheek, Nat hissed. Her hand taking the makeup off your cheek to reveal a pink flush to your skin.

“Shes more than a little warm.” Nat agreed

“Friday?” Wanda asked, reappearing with a wash cloth to remove the makeup. She crouched down in front of you. Gently she wiped off all the concealer and set the cloth down again.

“Yes Ms. Maximoff” the AI replied

“What is Y/n’s temperature?”

“Y/n appears to be running a fever of 102.8” Friday responded.

“Shit.” Nat swore, receiving a playful slap from Wanda on the arm.

Scooping you up, Nat carried you back to Wanda and her shared room. Wanda trailed behind.

Waking up slightly, to find yourself in Nat’s strong arms, your head felt fuzzy.

“Natty?” You asked voice sounding high and slurred. Wanda shot Nat a look at the nickname.

“Yes love?” Nat cooed.

“Can you turn the sun down please.” You huffed burying your head in her armpit. She thanked god she had put on more deodorant after training.

Wanda chuckled slightly at Nat’s thoughts, receiving a glare from the redhead in question.

“Bit delirious there sweetheart?” Wanda cooed. Stroking back your hair as Nat laid you on their bed.

“‘M not your sweetheart.” You mumbled making both girls freeze. You had never denied their names for you in the past. And they knew your fever was making you say things, but curiosity won out in the end.

“No?” Nat asked.

“ B’t I wanna be.” You smiled snuggling into Wanda’s side as she ran her hands through your hair. “One day.” You grinned.

Nat retuned a moment later with two cold wash cloths. Placing one on the back of your neck and handing Wanda another for your forehead. You wined at the coldness and Wanda shushed you, pulling you in flush to her side. Your eyes fought to stay open.

“It’s alright sweetheart, close those pretty eyes for us now.” Wanda cooed.

You feel asleep to Wanda’s nails on your scalp and Nat tracing patterns between your shoulder blades.

Next time you woke up your fever had broken and both girls were asleep beside you. Your memories were fuzzy and as your words came back to you, you shot up in bed. Accidentally waking both girls in the process.

“What’s wrong detka?” Nat asked, shooting a worried look at Wanda who laid a hand on your cheek. Blushing you stuttered out an apology.

“Now. Now. There’s no need for that sweetheart. We were happy to help.” Wanda hushed.

You flopped back onto the bed. Freezing when you felt a soft pair of lips on yours.

“Sorry.” Nat grinned sheepishly. “Couldn’t help it, your so cute when you pout.”

“‘S ok” you smiled. “I kinda liked it.”

“Then maybe I can have a turn.” Wanda grinned, pulling you into her for another kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey.

Realising what was happening you panicked. “Im sorry. Im so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship. Im tired and sick and I let my emotions get out of check. And-“

“Its ok.” Wanda shushed, cutting off your rambling.

“We have wanted to do that for a long time.” Nat agreed.

“Don’t think we haven’t notice you watching us.” Wanda smiled slyly.

Of course they noticed. One was a mind reader and the other a trained spy. You groaned, making both girls giggle.

“If you don’t mind we would love for you to join our little relationship.” Nat smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes. Wanda smiled at the blush that rose to your cheeks.

“Ok.” You mumbled quietly. Wanda contained a squeal at your cuteness. Both girl laid either side of you pulling your body into theirs as Wanda coaxed you back to sleep. When your eyes were finally shut, Nat whispered to Wanda.

“Can we keep her?”

“I don’t think we’ll ever be letting her go.” Wanda smiled sweetly down at your sleeping form.

Master list

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 21: Delirium

cw: dissociation, scattered narrative, past torture, infected wounds, substance dependency, needles

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 410

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He dreams of rescue.

It's almost funny; he used to dream of rescue all the time, back when he was with Vic. Wake up and tamp it down and stop the tears before they fell; chase it away with extra training before breakfast, forget. 

Here in this cell, it doesn’t hurt so bad. Maybe it's because he knows it's a dying dream, and he's just grateful it's a pleasant one. Peace before the ending.

The spy (Sahota) (Ander) doesn't blame his team for failing to find him.

He could never blame his other team either. They didn't have the training, the knowledge. Just a bunch of kids; it wasn't their fault.

It isn't their fault.

Joy is kneeling over his body, checking his pulse, fingers grazing over the wounds that cover him

(branching pain, he screams when she brushes the bad one, just above his hip)

Jericho eases arms under him, lifts him, pulls him into a broad, warm chest. The spy (Sahota) shudders from the sudden heat, he's been cold for so long—

(is this how it feels to die?)

He can't hear what they're saying, but he can hear the worry. It's exactly how he would've staged it in a daydream, if he could've got his wits under him. Held, warm, surrounded by a gentle fear for his well-being. Hands are careful around his wounds, careful not to jostle his broken leg. He drifts somewhere else, and then his wounds are being cleaned.

(He would've thought the dream would end there, warm in someone's arms)

Smells the antiseptic, screams as it's applied.

Antibiotics, someone says, the only word he’s made out so far.

He's in pain, they hurt him, says the other voice, they hurt him so much.

Once upon a time the spy might've recoiled from the words, insisted he was fine, unbreakable.

But he is. They did. He only wants to sleep, someone watching over him to keep the monsters away, and the hands that keep him steady are gentle.

Sahota is vaguely aware of a needle at the crook of his arm, a pinch he barely feels. A second follows it.

The relief is near instantaneous, a different kind of comfort flooding his veins, warmer than the arms that carried him from the cell, whisking him away from the pain, so potently good 

(the creature stops clawing at his chest, momentarily content, wide awake)

He feels it. He's felt everything.

That must mean…

that must mean

[mostlywhump]

Did you know Robert Fuller went on from Laramie to play Cooper Smith on the show Wagon Train? Clearly there was little time between his time on the shows, because he looks basically the same as in Laramie.

Wagon Train 8x5 The Barbara Lindquist Story

While helping a young woman stranded, Coop is shot in the leg. The wound quickly becomes infected. In his delirium he calls out for his close friend and mentor Chris Hale. Alone without medical supplies, Barbara is helpless to ease his pain.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1323

Anon asked:

Do you have any prompts for a usually funny and hides insecurity behind humour/a strong character being poisoned/drugged and being forced to be vulnerable around others? Usually they’d always have a joke or a bright idea on their tongue, but now they can’t really form coherent sentences right now as they’re delirious.

I have a few - great concept!

I can imagine that it's deeply unsettling for the caretakers to experience this at the very least. Because it's so out of character for them.

^ As a result of this, maybe the whumpee tries to escape medical/hide away to avoid subjecting the caretakers to this. Despite how upsetting the situation is, the caretakers are more overrun by worry than being put off by the whumpee.

I like the idea of the whumpee becoming frustrated, because their brain is working at a snails pace, they're struggling to be understood, they're uncomfortable and unwell, but it feels like everyone is crowding them. It gets a bit much for them.

"[whumpee]'s quiet." It's two words that have the other caretakers stop in their tracks. Quiet and [whumpee] do not go together.

Maybe in a fit of delirium, they reveal things about themselves/their past that they've kept to themselves all these years.

^ bonus points if it's their insecurities. The caretaker could say something along the lines of "...you're kind and funny...", to which the whumpee responds: "I have to be... if not you'll realise just how useless I am and you'll want me off the team."

[urlocalwhumper]

bright, happy, goofball whumpee suddenly goes missing one day. when their friends find them, they look like they've been put through a meat grinder. open and half-healed wounds everywhere, a good chunk of them infected, whumpee must be in unimaginable pain, but they still smile and reach out with their mangled arms when they see their friends.

it becomes immediately evident that whumpee is extremely out of it. utterly delirious. they don't really seem to comprehend most things happening around them, and most of the rambling spilling from their lips is complete nonsense.

but their friends keep prompting them to keep talking, even if it's unintelligible, because if they're talking it means they're awake, and there's a very real chance that if they pass out now, they won't wake up again.

[whumpshaped]

Something specific I‘d love to see from the perspective of your writing is a ex-heavily conditioned whumpee‘s pov of being caretaked when their are too delirious to realize their it’s not their master it’s their friend (caretaker)

tw sickfic, past trauma, past implied noncon, delirium, whumpee offering themself up, conditioned whumpee

"N-no, no, please, not tonight... n-not tonight... I won't be able to..." Whumpee trailed off, flinching when Master's hand brushed against their forehead.

"Won't be able to do what, sweetheart?" they asked softly, the pet name soothing their nerves a little.

"Please you," they muttered. "I don't think... I don't think I c-can–"

"Whumpee, what are you saying?"

Oh. Master was angry. Even in their half-conscious state, they scrambled to backtrack and correct themself. "N-nothing, nothing, you're right! You're right, I can take it, I can do– do whatever you want, and... and I'm nice and warm, at least–"

"Whumpee." Master cupped their cheeks, and Whumpee's eyes fluttered closed as they waited for either a hit of a forceful kiss. "Whumpee, darling, are you with me? Do you know who I am?"

Do you know who I am?

"Master, my master, my owner, my saviour, my god," they recited the words obediently without any thought, as they had done so many times before. "And as your lowly p-pet, I take anything you give me with endless... endless gratitude..."

"Oh, dear. You're so much sicker than I realised..."

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll do my best for you. I'm sorry I tried to get out of it."

Instead of more scolding, Master pulled back and away from them. They opened their eyes just in time to see them wipe away a tear, and their heart sank. What had they done? Had they done something wrong? Had they upset Master?

They tried to get up so they could grovel properly, but Master pushed them back down onto the bed. It didn't take much effort, really; they had already been weaker than them before the sickness, and doubly so now. Not to mention the way they'd been trained to go limp whenever Master wanted to manhandle them.

"You need to rest, sweetheart. Okay? That's all I ask of you."

Whumpee blinked, then nodded. How gracious. How merciful. Even though they'd been a horrible pet, already resisting and arguing before Master had even told them their intentions, they still found it in themself to forgive and let them sleep. "Thank you," they murmured. "Thank you, Master."

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Inktober No.2 - Delirium

If this looks vaguely familiar, it's because I did this motive before, in 2019. I was not happy with it, so when the prompt came up again this year, I decided to give it a new try, this time digitally. I am much happier with this version.

From @whumptober 's promptlist for Inktober 2023

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