Whumptober 2024 - Day 16
Wound Cleaning
Contains: generic characters, blood, gag, passing out, forced to stay quiet
Sweat was beading on Whumpee’s forehead, their fists clenched around the hem of their shirt. Teammate sat behind them, allowing them to lean against their chest, and Whumpee let their head fall back on their shoulder to stare up at the grey clouds overhead. Mostly they just didn’t want to keep looking at the bloody mess that their leg had become.
“Okay, I’m ready. Can you hear me, Whumpee, are you listening?” Medic asked.
Whumpee nodded, too busy clenching their jaw to speak.
“I won’t lie to you, this is gonna hurt. A lot. But it has to be done, there’s shrapnel and dirt and who knows what else in here that has to come out if you want to keep the leg.”