The Star Patient

Whumptober #21: Bleeding Through the Bandages

There wasn’t enough gauze to stymie the current. The blood ran across the Host’s skin like waves against the sand. Who could possibly hold back the tide? The bandages already hiding his sockets caught some of the overflow; whatever seeped through that was met with Dark’s hard-pressed hands.

“How many times?” he demanded, tendrils of fog weaving around them. “How many times will this world think it can tear you away from me before it learns its lesson?” The Host responded with nothing but a feeble shudder as Dark leaned more of his weight on the soaked dressings. “You and I are unconquerable. I won’t have you doubting it.” Head snapping up when he heard the door slam open, he hollered, “Doctor!”

“Coming!” Iplier snapped, tray and trauma shears in hand. “Get your aura in check and out of the way! I need to sterilize for a major factor dose.”

Whumptober #21: Hypothermia

“Y’don’t need t-to panic, C-Cap, s’nothin’,” Yancy mumbled, chattering teeth out of his control. “I ain’t d-d-drowned so, uhhh…m’fine.” It was a term he used loosely, considering he couldn’t feel his knees knocking underneath him. The longer he shivered, the number his body felt.

“Ye took a nosedive into the waves on the coldest moon this month, matey!” Magnum shot back as he heaved a thick stack of blankets out of a cabinet. “Drownin’ be the least of your worries now. Get to strippin’! With those wet rags of yours, the chill will take ye faster!”

“Wh…Huh?” The captain’s spiel went in one ear and out the other, exhaustion smothering Yancy’s attention as it melted over him. “I th-think…jus’ g-gotta lie down…for a while…”

Whumptober #21: Laced Drink

This… isn’t right. M’not drunk, I haven’t even had three shots, Marvin realized sluggishly as he tipped his glass in a weak, clumsy hand, examining what little was left its contents. Like melting Jell-O a vague list of symptoms seeped in from the corners of his mind, symptoms he’d seen in far too many of his patients.

Get out. Call…Jan. Hen. Someone. Scream…Was he moving already? It felt as if his whole body was floating away, leaving nothing to support his numb, heavy head…except that hand petting the back of his neck. When had that gotten there? Eyes fluttering, he shuddered, trying to shrug it off. “Nnh…no…”

“Hey, now, handsome,” the owner of the hand purred. “I’m just trying to do you a favor. Don’t fight it.”