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Elf + Poisoned + Recovery
Fun fact: I love elf whump! When I posted the ask meme, I didnβt even realizeΒ βelfβ was an option, so I was over the moon when I got this ask! This was a treat! Thank you so much! π
Apothecary hadnβt slept all night, but they got a second wind a little while before sunrise. Satisfied that their ministrations had brought Whumpee out of danger, they spared some time to clean the mess from the night before and freshen the water in the basin, all while keeping an eye on their sleeping friend. They made themself some tea, then waited and watched as they thought back on the previous night. Β
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βHelp,β Whumpee said. It was a simple declaration of need that lacked any inflection of expectation.
Apothecary had just enough time to recognize the lean, hooded figure leaning against the doorframe before Whumpeeβs knees gave out. Apothecary caught them by the chest then worked their way under Whumpeeβs shoulder to support them. They hadnβt seen Whumpee in several years. The parting hadnβt been amicable, but that didnβt mean Apothecary wished Whumpee ill. In truth, they cared for Whumpee and would never have considered turning them away.
βCβmon,β Apothecary said as they made the journey to a back room. Whumpee leaned heavily against them as they went. This set Apothecary on edge; Whumpee had never been one, literally or metaphorically, to ask anyone to bear their weight.
Apothecary helped Whumpee into a seated position on the bed, then worked to unfasten their cloak. They folded the hood back and drew the garment away. Apothecary frowned when they got their first real look at Whumpeeβs condition. Whumpeeβs long hair was mussed and drenched with sweat. Their gaze was distant, but they blinked owlishly when Apothecary put a hand on either side of their face and looked in their eyes. Their pupils were too smalll; Apothecary compartmentalized that information. They pressed the back of their hand to Whumpeeβs forehead, though they could already feel the heat rolling off of Whumpee.
βWhat happened, Whumpee?β
βBlade was poisoned,β they murmured.
Their chin dipped toward their torso and drew Apothecaryβs attention to the blood staining the dark fabric over their belly. Rather than curse aloud, Apothecary nodded and went to work removing Whumpeeβs shirt and laying them back on the mattress. They asked questions, trying to narrow down what kind of poison had been used; Whumpee would answer with quiet words when they had to, and nodded or shrugged when they didnβt. Apothecary cleaned blood away from the wound and examined the raised, red flesh around it.
It was bad, they decided. But it could have been much worse. Whatever poison had been used was slow-acting.
Apothecary began to stand, but Whumpee grasped their forearm.
βNo one followed me,β Whumpee panted as their eyes searched Apothecaryβs face as though they desperately needed for Apothecary to understand. βNo one.β
βItβs okay, Whumpee,β Apothecary said as they gently took Whumpeeβs hand in theirs and set it down at Whumpeeβs side. Apothecary pushed away memories of the events that caused their group to disband. βI know.β
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The rise and fall of Whumpeeβs chest was smooth and even. That changed an hour or so later, though. Whumpeeβs breathing quickened, and Apothecary crossed the small distance from chair to bed in a heartbeat. They hoped Whumpee was dreaming and not having another seizure.
βHey, Whumpee,β they said as they put a hand on their shoulder. βHey.β
Whumpee let out a tiny gasp and tried to push themself up on their elbows as their eyes shot around the room.
βYouβre safe,β Apothecary said. They stepped back to allow Whumpee to collect themself. Sweat sprang up on Whumpeeβs forehead when they strained to keep themself up. They breathed heavily with the exertion and whatever terror was dogging their mind. Whumpeeβs eyes settled on Apothecary. The disorientation faded and they leaned back on the pillow, took a deep breath and let it out.
βYou with me, Whumpee?β
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βNo, no, no,β Apothecary said as they turned Whumpeeβs face toward them with one hand and held the potion theyβd prepared in the other. βStay awake for me, Whumpee. Just a little longer.β
Whumpeeβs eyes slid open again, though Apothecary saw no awareness in them. The absence of the keen glint in Whumpeeβs eyes made Apothecary steel their nerves and focus even more intently.
βI need you to drink this down,β they said as they shifted their position and put a hand under Whumpeeβs head. They were careful not to snag their fingers in Whumpeeβs long, unkempt hair. They lifted Whumpeeβs head and put the cup to their lips. Whumpeeβs eyes were half-lidded and their breaths were growing shallower.
βThatβs it,β Apothecary encouraged as they tipped the cup and Whumpee began to drink. Whumpee sputtered and Apothecary hushed them and waited for the coughing fit to pass before trying again. Whumpee slowly drained the rest on their second attempt and Apothecary eased their head back onto the pillow. They dabbed the liquid away from Whumpeeβs chin and neck.
βThatβs okay,β Apothecary said. They brushed Whumpeeβs hair behind the points of their ears as Whumpeeβs eyes slipped shut. The planes of their face became smooth and untroubled, and Apothecary was relieved when Whumpeeβs breathing became deep and even. All the kindness, warmth and certitude faded from Apothecaryβs face; their jaw was set and their brow was furrowed. While Whumpee slept, they worked. They knew they were in for a long night. They did all they knew how to do and hoped it would be enough.
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Whumpee made a small, involuntary noise when Apothecary made to look at the laceration on their stomach. They reached to cover the wound, but Apothecary took Whumpeeβs arm in their gentle grip and pressed it back down by their side.
βI need to see,β they told Whumpee. Apothecary heard the way exhaustion had added an edge to their voice. They regretted it, but Whumpee frowned, and nodded, giving Apothecary permission to touch them.
Whumpee shifted and winced as Apothecary lifted away the poultices and bandages.
βSorry,β Apothecary said. They paused and looked Whumpee.
βItβs fine,β they said as they huffed out a breath. They stilled themself and looked up at the ceiling.
βLooks a lot better,β Apothecary said. And it did. The swelling and redness had continued to diminish. Inwardly, Apothecary allowed themself a modicum of cheer, but Whumpeeβs eyes were glassy and sweat still dappled their skin.
That didnβt stop them from trying to get up once Apothecary was done with their bandages. The effort drained Whumpee in barely any time at all and Apothecary had no difficulty pressing their shoulders back down on the bed. Whumpee looked up at Apothecary with frustrated, questioning eyes.
βYouβre going to feel weak for a little while, and your fever seems to be stubborn,β Apothecary told them. βDonβt push yourself.β
Apothecary expected an argument, but there was none. Whumpee nodded and sighed. Apothecary gave them a sympathetic half smile, then straightened and turned toward the basin. They dampened a fresh cloth and wrung it out.
βJust going to clean you up, yeah?β Apothecary asked.
Whumpee made a noncommittal sound and chewed their lip. Apothecary was surprised when Whumpee didnβt balk at the contact. They tolerated the cloth on their face, throat and exposed middle. They looked away when Apothecary softly traced over the scars Whumpee had gained since their parting and Apothecary wondered how long it had been since Whumpee had had anything resembling proper care.
Silence that might once have been companionable settled between them. Apothecary let Whumpee drift with the tide of their own thoughts as they finished bathing them. A question stranded itself on their tongue, but instead of asking it, Apothecary wrung out the cloth, then turned their attention to mixing another draught for Whumpee.
βHere,β they said as they offered the cup to Whumpee.
Whumpee propped themself up against the headboard -they declined Caretakerβs help -and accepted the cup with both hands. They sniffed the concoction.
βThatβs revolting,β Whumpee said as they closed their eyes and crinkled their nose.
Apothecary was glad to see the corners of Whumpeeβs mouth tip upward despite their disgust.
βItβll help,β Apothecary said as they returned Whumpeeβs smile.
Whumpee drank the mixture with minimal complaint, then scrutinized the empty cup as they settled back down on the pillow. Β
βGet some rest, Whumpee,β Apothecary said as they took the cup. They pulled the blankets back over Whumpee, who nodded. Their eyes were already growing heavy.
βApothecary?β they heard as they walked toward the door.
They turned back to look at Whumpee, whose expression harbored the same earnestness it had the night before when they told them they hadnβt been followed.
βThank you.β
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i am begging the general writing community for that one trope where Character A is seriously injured after pushing themselves through rough fights again and again. a big battle is coming up and theyβre dead on their feet and swaying but determined to participate because they have to, itβs their duty, they have to save everyone.
at the door, theyβre meet with their team. βtime to-,β A breaks off with a cough, rubbing their chest before turning it into a blinding smile. βtime to go!β
thereβs no response from Aβs normally expressive team, who stand in front of the door with their arms crossed.
βwe canβt let you do this,β Character C says. βiβm sorry, A, but youβre in no shape to be fighting right now.β
βiβm fine,β A protests.
βyou canβt go out there,β C argues.
βi have to!β A snaps. βI need to save people!β
βyouβll die!β the scream tears itself from Cβs throat, ragged and hoarse. βdonβt you understand that, going out like this is a death sentence!β
βi donβt care!β
βwe do,β another character pipes up. βi would say sorry for this, but weβre really not.β
βwha-,β a prick in their neck cut A off, and they whirl to find B standing with an empty syringe.
a hand slaps to their neck, but the drugs combined with the horrible state of their body makes the room tilt. βwhat did you do?β A managed to slur to their most trusted general as they stumble. βwhy?β
B catches them as they slump forward, one hand carding softly through matted hair. βbecause you want to save everyone.β the last thing A sees is the face of their team as they are ever-so-gently placed on the ground.
βeveryone includes youβ
basically drugging stubborn characters for their own good to stop them from killing themselves fighting. the stumbling and slurring, the shock and betrayal. waking up alone in a locked room and hearing the battle raging on outside, screaming themselves hoarse in an attempt to be let out, to save their friends.
g i v e m e
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A little bit of blog maintenance!
So, uh, I have a small confession. I am really bad at staying on top of my blog. I love popping into tumblr and seeing what everyone's up to, and I adore it when people interact with my content, but I'm really, really bad at reblogging things.
Pretty regularly, a thing that happens to me is:
I see a post I like.
I think, "Let's reblog that post!"
I want to make sure I tag it carefully, because I want to keep people safe.
My brain turns off when I try to remember everything that needs to be tagged. (Thanks, ADHD goblin brain.)
I say, "That's okay! I'll save it as a draft amd reblog it later!"
and uhhh....
(In case the alt-test doesn't work, this is a screenshot of my drafts, queue, and inbox showing 40 inbox messages, 0 items queued, and 699 drafts. That's not a typo.)
Executive function? I don't know her.
(A really similar thing happens with asks. I'm like, "I want to save this message for when I can give it the attention it deserves!" Gentle reader, I have asks that I love and appreciate and have been sitting on since AUGUST.)
Anyway, I guess I just wanted to say that I think I don't always interact with other blogs as much as I mean to? I hope to learn a better way to handle this, but the fact is my workday often eats up what little executive energy I have, so sometimes I'm a bit distractable and squiggly when I'm online. :p
I just wanted to issue sort of a blanket statement that, like, I know reblogs are better than likes, especially for art and writing - if I have liked a piece of yours I really dig it, and I probably have a plan to reblog it, uh, someday. :p Also, if you have ever sent me an ask I didn't answer, I loved it and I love you and I promise I am just trying to think of something good. <3
Anyway, that's that on that. I just feel like I haven't been very interact-y lately and I wanted to explain that it was brain-breakdown, not, like, apathy or snobbery. That is all!
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