TW: Implied Hidden Injury
Whumpee tapped Caretaker's bedroom door, seconds later it opened. They raised a brow, concern laced in their groggy voice. “Whumpee, what are you doing awake at this hour? Is something wrong? Is the rest of the team okay?”
“Um, yeah… Yeah.” Whumpee hesitated, swaying as they tugged their coat closed. “I wanted to… I wanted to talk to you.”
“Are you okay?”
“Me? Yes, I’m f…fine.”
“You look exhausted Whumpee, are you sure? And why are you wearing that coat? It’s not that cold in here.”
“Yes, I—” They went silent as their eyes rolled shut for a brief moment. When they opened their eyes again, they found a terrified expression.
“Whumpee, are you sure you’re okay?” All grogginess disappeared as they became more alert.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine–”
“Come on, I’m gonna check you out. I know it’s late but I need to make sure everything is okay.” Caretaker grabbed their arm and dragged them to the clinic.
“Uh…yeah.” Whumpee grimaced, knowing that they would very quickly find out the real reason they were wearing the coat inside.