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obsessed with the idea of two people traveling together who either aren’t close or just don’t do physical contact. one of them is clearly sick, trying to prop their head up with arms balanced on their knees, then folding all the way over, leaning against the window or the side of whatever’s transporting them to their destination, but they just can’t get comfortable.

finally the other one gently tugs on their shoulder, saying “hey. just lean on me for a bit, okay?”

and it doesn’t hit them how bad the other one is feeling until they slump over on their shoulder or drop their head in their lap without a word of protest, and all they can do is run their fingers through the sick one’s hair and pray that wherever they’re heading has some very effective medicine.

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Nooo but like. So we all love 1) sickness that worsens in the middle of the night and also 2) sickies that go to bed not knowing they're sick waking up the next morning feeling Rough but consider. consider. a sickie waking up in the middle of the night all of a sudden feeling terrible out of nowhere. They went to bed fine. But now they're feverish and wracked with chills, sore all over, dizzy -- and it's the middle of the night. Anyone they might call to for help is asleep and they're sure as hell not about to wake them up. The dark is freaking them out. It's so much colder than it was. And they can't get back to sleep.

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Your whump word(s) of the day

"You are shit at pretending it doesn't hurt. C'mere let me see."

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Whumpee who has had to fend for themselves from a young age (maybe their parent died, maybe they were abandoned, maybe they were a victim of child abuse) and now they have Caretaker who takes care of them when they're sick, gives them hugs when they're sad, helps them when they're hurt etc. and Whumpee breaks down because it's just been so long since someone cared about them like that

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Hypothermic character is given a hot water bottle, immediately latches onto it and proceeds to hug it and curl up around it because it's the only thing able to give them even an ounce of warmth

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A character, ill or injured, sleeping in a manner not usual for them as further illustration of their ailment's impact- a character who usually sleeps soundly and curled closely into themselves instead splayed out in a restless, feverish doze; a character usually quite active and liable to wake at the slightest noise instead huddled into a shivering fetal position and so deeply asleep it's difficult to rouse them; a character who usually sleeps under only a single light blanket smothered under a pile of quilts and comforters, or vice versa; a character with one habitual sleeping position instead lying on their opposite side or on their back or with one limb akimbo; a character who is usually very particular about their sleeping environment falling asleep without any of their usually necessary accoutrements or rituals or, conversely, a character who is usually able to fall asleep at the drop of a hat requiring much assistance and coaxing; a character having dreams or nightmares unusual for them, or sleepwalking or talking; a character sleeping with an unusual configuration of pillows or propped up in a particular position- any manifestation of a character's injuries or illness that extend even into their sleeping hours.

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A character in desperate need of warm, dry clothing struggling to undress themselves- fingers clumsy with cold fumbling at buttons and laces and fasteners; wet or muddy or ice-encrusted fabric clinging and tangling and resisting efforts to pull it off; quaking shivers destroying the necessary coordination to free theirself of successive layers, and the entire process getting progressively harder the longer it takes and the longer they're stuck in cold, wet, heat-leeching clothing.

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Sickfic detail I always forget but it happens every time I get a cold: being cold *all* the time EXCEPT if you exert yourself in literally any way. Walking up the stairs? Immediately sweating. Making the bed? H ot. And it happens so quickly.

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What appeals to me about whump: an incomplete list

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A character looks at another who is clearly not doing well- at the extremis of exhaustion, in emotional tatters, minorly but miserably ill, waterlogged, pervadingly chilled, looking like they've been dragged backwards through a hedge or several- and just opens their arms and says to them "Come here-" which is all the invitation the woebegone character needs to fall into their companion's arms to be wrapped in their embrace.

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when you’re currently sick and want to capture the feeling and write about it but you are also currently sick and too tired to write about any of it 😅

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Thinking about cold whump this morning as it is -14F/-25C right now. And that's without the wind chill.

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i love characters who are always like fear not, i shall take care of this problem for you….. by sacrificing myself!! and everyone else is like i swear to god if you pull this shit again i’ll kill you

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There's a gentle hand cupping the back of their boiling neck, and another holding the glass up to their lips. "Slowly," Caretaker's voice murmurs, breaking through their feverish fog. "Don't make yourself any sicker, now."

Whumpee takes slow sips of the water, a small satisfied sound escaping them. They flutter their eyes open just enough to see Caretakee's face, creased in concern.

"Hey, kiddo," he whispers, forcing a smile. Whumpee manages a weak smile back. They've never been more thankful for a drink of water, but words of gratitude are eluding them.

Instead, they let out a content sigh, and let Caretaker lay them back down.

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Whump ABC #6 - Fever

Based on the results of this poll.

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"Here, drink this," caretaker mutters after helping whumpee sit upright and holds a bottle of water to their lips. Whumpee luckily drinks a few sips before lying back down again, shivering under the blanket.

Brows furrowed, caretaker softly touches their forehead with the back of their hand. "That fever should have died down a little by now... How are you feeling?" They watch whumpee swallow and blink tiredly.

"N-not good," is all they manage to ask as they blink again, eyes apparently going in and out of focus. "Air," they add and fight against their heavy lids, begging to be closed. Their body is drenched in sweat, trying to regulate their temperature that is sti way too high.

"I will open the window," caretaker says and tries to ignore the stuttering heartbeat against their chest, worry punching them in the stomach, turning its fist to make it even worse. As whumpee shivers under their blankets, caretaker gets them a wet cloth to put on their forehead.

They can see the goosebumps on their flushed skin, strands of hair stuck to their sweaty forehead, which they brush away with careful fingers to put the cloth on their skin, hoping it will do something.

"Stay?", whumpee mumbles, fingers reaching out from under the blanket, which caretaker intertwines with their own. They nod and watch whumpee fall asleep, hopefully this time they aren't haunted by their feverish dreams and get some rest.

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Once again, for the umpteenth time, whumpees with fevers:

Whumpees feeling a little shivery and worn out, not thinking anything of it

Whumpees growing more restless as their mind races relentlessly, trying to figure out why they can't get to sleep let along think straight

Whumpees feeling colder than ever all of a sudden, despite the burning just under their skin

Whumpees finally managing to sleep, but their rest is disturbed by rambling and terrifying dreams

Whumpees waking up much later than intended, with a parched throat and aching joints, so tired and shaky they can barely sit up on their own, let alone stand

Whumpees with sore, burning eyes, lymph nodes tender and swollen

Whumpees' vision swimming, growing dizzier and more lightheaded as the fever gets higher

Whumpees with chattering teeth, unable to stop shaking under a mound of blankets

Whumpee unable to eat but so, so desperately thirsty

Whumpees having to keep a light on through the night because the dark plays tricks on their feverish brain

Whumpees waking up not knowing where they are, feeling like the whole room is swaying around them, their bed shrinking and expanding, everything happening too much

Whumpees having to shakily change shirts because they're drenched in sweat (and leaving the old one on the floor by their bed because they're too weak to fold it)

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just wanted to say I love seeing you pop up on my dash 💕 scrolling your blog is one of my favorite passtimes

this is the sweetest—so glad you enjoy my writing! ❤️❤️❤️