Bleeding Through Bandages | Reopening Wounds

Contains: generic whumpee, knife wound, mild blood, stitches mention

Whumpee’s side was killing them. All this activity really wasn’t recommended for recovering from a knife wound, but what choice did they have? They were being attacked. Fighting wasn’t optional. And running for their life through the woods wasn’t, either, despite the fact that the pain got worse with each step. 

They hoped, with what thought they had to spare from surviving the present moment, that the stitches they’d put in would be strong enough to hold up. Somehow the amount of pain didn’t give them a lot of confidence, though.

Finally they’d gained enough distance from their enemies that they felt safe collapsing to the leaf-covered ground, at least for a few minutes. For a moment they just lay there on their back, the branches overhead spinning slightly as they panted for breath. Then, with a wince, they propped themself up on their elbows and carefully peeled their shirt back.

What was once a white bandage was now soaked in red. Not just spots, either - clearly they’d busted quite a few stitches at some point. That could explain both the pain and dizziness. 

Groaning, Whumpee fell back into the dirt. Their medical supplies were gone, and the people who wanted them dead were still out there somewhere, searching for them. They couldn’t stop right now even if they did have the means to stitch themself back up. 

There was only one thing they could think of to do. Using their knife, they sliced the sleeve off their shirt and tied it around their middle as tight as they could, biting their lip to keep from crying out as the pressure on the wound increased. 

Then they stumbled to their feet, blinked away the wooziness, and kept going.

This is probably the future of the Soldier Boy AU, or any other universe with gang!Kamaria. Also it's much longer than my other Whumptober fills because I'd already been working on it before Whumptober. Bruno belongs to Izzy and is used with her blessing!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 22: Vehicular Accident

Contains: lady whump, broken bones, dislocation, mild gore, head injury, referenced panic attack, referenced trauma, hospital mention, kidnapping mention, delirium, whipping mention, romance

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This day has completely sucked. Well, it started out normally enough, but then she’d been triggered in the grocery store of all places when she saw a bald white man who reminded her of Roderick. And trying to hold the panic inside because she was in public just made the fallout ten times worse when she finally gave in. Always does, as Bruno likes to point out. Never stops her, though, she’s too stubborn for her own good - another bit of Bruno wisdom that he needs to turn on himself.

He and Shadi have tried their best to make the rest of the afternoon not suck, they really have. But come evening, Kamaria is still feeling off. She needs air. She needs to just not think for a while, which is what she tells her husband as she slips into her leather jacket and boots and straps her knife to her hip. 

Whumptober 2022

NO. 22 - PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

Contains: noncon drugging, implied hallucinations, briefly referenced needles, implied captivity

One was a hallucinogen, Whumper had said, and one a placebo. They’d made Caretaker pick. Of course they’d tried to pick the hallucinogen for themself, tried to figure out the nearly imperceptible differences between the two syringes so they didn’t subject Whumpee to even more pain. They’re a medical student, after all. They should be able to tell, they should know these things.

But it’s been five minutes, and they’re not feeling any effects yet.

And Whumpee is beginning to whimper.

(Day 22 of Angstpril 2022)

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

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Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, brief mild gore, referenced past torture, creepy/intimate whumper, stalking, mentioned panic attack

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Unknown:

How’s your hand?

She hasn’t added the number into her contacts. She can’t risk his name coming up on the screen where someone can see it. And there’s something strange, something wrong about giving him a fake name on her phone when his real name is carved into her skin.

Unknown:

Attachment: 1 image

She never wants to look. But she can’t delete the photos without seeing them. Or maybe it’s just some kind of morbid curiosity, or some hope that maybe one time it won’t be a picture of herself being tortured.

It always is.

Whumptober 2020 - Day 22

So, sickfics are not usually my thing, to read or to write. But I gave it a whirl, knowing that some people love them, so I hope someone reading this does!

Day 22 - Drugged/Withdrawal

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: referenced non-consensual drug use, nightmare mention, vomiting, needles

It should have been over as soon as he got back to the Castle. He was home. He was safe. There were no longer any druids, pumping him full of unknown substances so that they could examine his reactions or dig through his brain. There were some injuries to be healed, yes, and it would take his body and brain a while to adjust to being out of that environment, to no longer being a prisoner, an experiment, but it was over.

Except it wasn’t.

For the first day after he got out of the healing pod, he was fine. Well, at least as fine as anyone expected him to be. He ate, he drank, he fell asleep on the sofa while watching a movie with the other paladins. He woke up from a nightmare a little while later, and Shiro helped soothe him back to sleep. There were bound to be issues, but physically, he was doing well.