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Caretaker singing a lullaby in their foreign language as they soothe Whumpee to sleep.
UGH. whumpee high on meds, begging to sleep because they feel soo tired and strange. But they don’t understand that’s what’s supposed to happen. So they fight it and fight it until Caretaker sits on the edge of the bed and strokes their forehead oh so gently, softly telling Whumpee they can sleep, that it’s safe here and they’ll stay. You’re meant to sleep.
Whumper visiting Whumpee in the hospital—subtly insulting them and victim-blaming them in a way that Whumpee is far too out of it to understand.
“You look like shit.”
“Are you sure you can’t walk?”
“Don’t you think this is all a little dramatic?”
“If you had been more careful, none of this would’ve happened.”
“I don’t care what the doctors say. You’re [working, going back to school, getting back into sport, etc.] as soon as you leave these doors.”
But caretaker does. Caretaker is standing in the corner, their anger steadily rising watching Whumpee lay completely defenseless and unaware that they’re getting completely chewed into. And eventually it just spills over.
“Get out.” Caretaker says, voice low and cold as they stand.
“What? I’m just visiting.” Whumper responds, raising his hands in surrender.
Caretaker walks in front of poor Whumpee’s bed, in between them and Whumper.
“Go, you’re not helping. Before I call security.”
Whumper eventually does, but doesn’t fail to complain about how caretaker is being so overbearing, and that it’s just simple banter. Whumpee just looks up at caretaker, eyes big and glazed over and so, so innocent.
“Caretaker? I was having a conversation…”
I’ve been getting back into my Thg phase and I’m currently OBSESSED with the idea the "hijacking" torture method that Suzanne Collins has come up with
The idea of turning a Whumpee against everything they’ve ever known. Using fond memories, drugging them up so they can’t tell fiction from reality, and then brutally torturing them to make those memories into nightmares.
And then Whumpee is handed over to caretaker. After disappearing for weeks. They look noticeably different. Cheeks hollowed from starvation, bruises mottling their body, lightning-shaped scars from being shocked.
“Whumee?” Caretaker approaches too quickly, trying to pull them into a hug.
“Oh—I’m so glad you’re—“
Imagine their shock when Whumpee shoves them away, screaming "DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
Bathing Whump
(Gif from Izombs on Pinterest)
🫧 Whumpee pressing their head against the shower tile, trying to stop themselves from passing out under the hot water
🫧 Caretaker washing Whumpee’s hair when they are too weak to do it themselves.
🫧 caretaker using the shower as a break from caring for Whumpee and then feeling guilty about it
🫧 Whumpee falling asleep in the shower. It’s the only place they feel safe.
🫧 Whumpee showering as quickly as possible—achingly aware of Whumper’s impatience.
🫧 Caretaker and Whumpee bathing together once Whumpee is comfortable enough with their scars.
🫧Shivery Whumpee getting a warm shower for the first time.
The grim silence of the dungeons/facility/basement/(insert whump location) is broken by the strangely cheerful sound of whumpee singing.
parental caretakers who don’t realize the extent of their affection towards Whumpee until shit hits the fan my beloved….
Whumpee sitting on the floor of the kitchen, bruises starting to yellow and fade.
Caretaker pushes a plate of warm, homemade comfort food towards Whumpee. Sitting on the floor with them.
“This used to be your favorite.” Caretaker says gently, they don’t miss how Whumpee flinches when the plate is pushed towards them, how they look at it like it’s something they don’t deserve.
Caretaker also doesn’t miss how gaunt Whumpee looked when they were rescued. The sharp definition in their cheekbones, the ribs that protruded slightly out of their wounded skin, the hollowness in their exhausted eyes.
And now, even weeks later, Whumpee still doesn’t look at food the same.
Caretaker tried not to push—they really didn’t—but frustration and grief spills over for a moment when they see Whumpee insist that they aren’t hungry.
“What did Whumper do to you?”
Caretaker gently patching up Whumpee’s wounds with clean gauze, ice packs, and soft bandages but Whumpee can only think of the horrible things Whumper said while they inflicted those injuries
We don’t put characters into anaphylaxis enough.
-Whumpee trying to swallow and feelings knives in their throat
-Whumpee not knowing if they can’t breathe because they’re panicking or can’t breathe because their throat is closing up
-Caretaker desperately trying to figure out how to work an Epi-pen because Whumpee is too panicked or not conscious enough to do it themselves
-The panic only gets worse when the injection is given. It’s straight epinephrine so poor Whumpee is just shaking
-Caretaker trying to figure out what Whumpee ate, wanting to punch a waiters face in for not taking Whumpee’s allergies seriously.
What with my sibling having an anaphylactic reaction to most tree nuts, and hasn’t come in contact with them since the fateful day of discovering the allergy, I can’t tell if this would be trauma inducing to read or cathartic to read. Oh well, either way, down the rabbit hole I shall go.
If it helps, all of these come from experiences I’ve had going through anaphylaxis myself 🤣
Hospital Whump
🩹 Whumpee shivering in the cold hospital rooms despite being under so many blankets
🩹 Whumpee—high on pain meds—clinging to Caretaker like they’re the only thing tethering them to the world
🩹 Caretaker sleeping by Whumpee’s side in cold plastic hospital chairs. (Or Caretaker falling asleep half sitting, half laying on the bed with Whumpee in their arms
🩹 Whumpee in a haze of delirium trying to pull wires out of their skin
🩹 sedation.
🩹 Caretaker holding Whumpee’s hands as wounds are tended to
🩹 Caretaker gently spoon-feeding Whumpee soup from the hospital cafeteria
🩹 Caretaker rolling around Whumpee in a wheelchair down the hospital hallways like it’s a rollercoaster
Is there anything specific you want me to keep writing about?
More abuse whump
More hospital whump
Caretaker + Whumpee
Caretaker + Whumper?👀
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We don’t put characters into anaphylaxis enough.
-Whumpee trying to swallow and feelings knives in their throat
-Whumpee not knowing if they can’t breathe because they’re panicking or can’t breathe because their throat is closing up
-Caretaker desperately trying to figure out how to work an Epi-pen because Whumpee is too panicked or not conscious enough to do it themselves
-The panic only gets worse when the injection is given. It’s straight epinephrine so poor Whumpee is just shaking
-Caretaker trying to figure out what Whumpee ate, wanting to punch a waiters face in for not taking Whumpee’s allergies seriously.
Antidepressant withdrawal in whump:
- did whumpee do this willingly? Did their dosage just run out and their insurance is now claiming that they don’t really need it? Is someone forcing them to stop?
-flu like symptoms to the moon. Poor whumpee is just a mushy shivery mess by day 2.
-emotions going haywire. Whatever mental disorder that was being alleviated with the medication is now gone. Whumpee might cry over little things, snap at their caretaker(s), or maybe completely disassociate and feel nothing at all.
- Nausea. Poor Whumpee can’t keep anything down, not even that steaming brown of chicken noodle soup.
-brain zaps coming at completely inconvenient times. When driving, in the middle of work or school, before falling asleep, the conditions are endless.
Soothing a Whumpee to sleep
🌙 “shh, it’s okay. I’ll stay right here with you the whole time.”
🌙 “stop fighting it, Whumpee. Just relax.”
🌙 “promise me you’ll stay.”
🌙 “it’s safe now. You don’t have to do anything else but rest.”
🌙 “I want to sleep but everything hurts too much.”
🌙 “stop trying to lie. you look like you can barely keep your eyes open.”
🌙 “I see Whumper’s face everytime I close my eyes.”
🌙 *gentle humming while stroking Whumpee’s hair*
🌙 “if you need to rest, then rest.”
🌙 “you’ll probably feel a lot better when you wake up.”
🌙 “I’m scared I won’t wake up.”
🌙 “the medicine is making you sleepy. Just let it do what it needs to do.”
🌙 “if something happens I’ll wake you right up. You can trust me.”
Whumpee’s who don’t realize that they’re hungry until caretaker is gently coaxing soup into their system