#(arrow wound)

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

In The Quest 1x03, Quentin is shot with an arrow and held hostage by an ally who mistakes him for a foe. Morgan arrives just in time to save his brother's life.

This ep is actually 1x02 if you don't count the pilot.

[enbyinfodump]

I’m a normal boy with a normal amount of blood in his body

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumptober No.6

Not realising they’re injured

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms // Healed Wrong // "It's not my blood."

This one is kind of inspired by the prompts but not about any one of them? It’s in the rules, ✨it’s allowed✨

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Hero didn’t stop until they were far enough away from Villain until they slowed and allowed themselves to catch their breath. They pressed their back flush against the brick wall, gasping out a hiss of pain as they grabbed the shaft of the arrow sticking out of their stomach, just above their hip.

Villain’s arrow was lodged inside and with every step Hero took it rubbed against their hip bone and sent jolts of pain ricocheting up their spine, every movement serving to further aggravate it. Hero released the shaft with a grunt, and went for the arrow in their shoulder first.

They bit their tongue to stop themselves from screaming as they snapped the fletchlings off the ends. Hero couldn’t help the whimper in the back of their throat at how painful even that slight movement was, but they couldn’t stop now.

Hero braced themselves and stepped away from the wall, huffing out a few laboured breaths before they pushed the arrow through their body. Hero stomped their foot, their neck muscles tense as they glared at the sky, letting out huffing breaths of pain and whining in the back of their throat until the arrow fell to the ground on the other side.

The wound started pooling blood but Hero tried their best to ignore it, staunching the bleeding with the wad of cloth bandages they kept on them at all times. It would have to do.

Hero side stepped to the corner of the alley, peaking out around the corner, expecting Villain to appear at the end of the Warehouses with their bow poised and ready, already aiming at Hero’s head, but… it was quiet. Silent.

Eerily so.

Hero glanced down at the leftover bandages, considering if they should even try to do anything with their hip but… no. They should wrap it tight and then continue out, looking for cover. They weren’t going to be able to fight Villain again like this, they were too crafty, too cunning and unpredictable, and unlike Hero, they could fight from the shadows and still devastate Hero with their arrows.

Hero wrapped the bandage around their hip, crossing and pulling it tight but not too tight, and tucking the end into a strip before they straightened again, scanning the warehouses across from them. If they could get between the next two warehouse, they would be home clean if they could make it to the street. Hero could lose themselves in the narrow streets instead of running through the wide open space, that only really gave Villain any advantage in the fight.

Hero waited, listened, and when they were satisfied they heard nothing, Hero stepped out of the alley. They had to be quick. They walked with strong steps, careful not to put too much pressure on their injured leg, even if every step no matter how light sent new volts of agony spiking through their body.

Halfway across.

Hero was doing good.

Then the warehouses turned, and Hero frowned and the ground rushed up to meet them. Hero shot their hands out and cried out when they took their weight on their bad shoulder, barely suppressing a scream.

What?! What happened? Did their leg go from under them? Hero pushed themselves up but the world spun again and they felt like they were going to get sick. The strength left them as they tried to push themselves up again but fell face down, and this time they did scream when the arrow lodged in their hip was pushed further inside them.

All energy had been zapped from them, the world dizzying, turning over itself and in and out of focus as Hero tried to blink. Had they lost too much blood? What was—

Loud, echoing footsteps sounded through the warehouse strip, deafening the closer they got to Hero. Hero saw them, Villain’s legs, their bow handing by their side.

“Hero, Hero, Hero,” Villain tsked, the words running together and echoing off Hero’s skull. Villain stopped beside Hero and crouched, slapping Hero’s cheek. Hero whined in reply. “Still with me, hmm?”

They could feel Villain’s eyes roam over them, but they couldn’t tell what they were thinking, what they were observing. Hero tried to speak but their tongue felt fat and heavy in their mouth so all they could do was whine.

A sharp slap to the shoulder and Hero cried out into the darkness, but they couldn’t move, they couldn’t struggle away. Thinking became too much of an effort and they had no idea what was happening to them. They flexed their fingers but only their pinky twitched in front of their face.

“Paralysis poison,” Villain supplied, as if reading Hero’s mind. Hero’s body suddenly ran cold with terror. Villain chuckled darkly. “Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t put it inside you, and it’s not permanent, no.”

Villain grabbed Hero’s shoulder and turned them onto their back none-too-gently. Hero could only glare up at them as best they could. Hoping they were threatening, bur probably not.

“See, Hero,” Villain said, walking their fingers down Hero’s neck to their shoulder and pressing in until Hero cried out. “I know all about your little habits, your frankly, unhealthy habits, because we’ve been fighting for so long. I know you take two sugar in tea with a dash of milk and you like the croissants on fifth for breakfast.”

If Hero could, they know their body would be trembling, but their body may as well have been stone with how still it was. Villain continued walking their fingers down from Hero’s shoulder to their hip. Hero let out a low whine of protest that sounded pathetic even to their ears.

Villain’s amused eyes met Hero’s terrified ones. They wanted to shake their head and beg Villain not to touch that wound. To their surprise, Villain didn’t touch the arrow, just prodded at the wound around it until Hero sang with screams of pain.

“And I know that you would rather disappear into the night, and live to fight another day when you’re bested, so I adapted. You probably didn’t notice in your pain, but I coated the shafts of the arrows with a paralysis poison that turns your muscles off for about an hour or two, long enough for me to hunt you and let the poison take effect.”

They dug their fingers into the wound until Hero was practically growling their screams were so guttural.

“Now, one arrow, sure, maybe you touch it, maybe you don’t, but two?” Villain whistled. “Two points of contact to deal with while running? I know you would rather have one weakness, so I coated them both and waited until you exposed yourself. And hey presto, here you are, and here I am.”

Villain leaned in closer to Hero’s face, smiling down at them with a cruelty creasing their eyes. “And this time, sweet Hero. There will be no running away. I’m taking you home with me.”

Villain laughed at Hero’s blank expression except for their wide, terrified eyes. “No? Okay, tell you what. If you object in the next five seconds, you can walk free. Is that fair? Ready? Five.”

Hero whined in the back of their throat, trying to make any other noise they could that would signal a protest because they couldn’t go home with Villain!

“Four.”

Nobody… Hero… what if they had more of the paralysis poison and just left Hero like this to do with as they pleased?

“Three.”

Hero tried to pant out sudden, sharp cries. Villain grinned wickedly down at them, running their gloved fingers over Hero’s cheek.

“So eager for me, Hero. Don’t worry, I’m eager two.”

Hero screamed and all that came out of their mouth was a whimper.

“One. No protest? Okay then. If you insist.” Villain slung their bow across their back, fastening it to the quiver before they scooped Hero up, one hand across their upper back resting on Hero’s injured shoulder to the shrieks of Hero, and the other under their knees. “Oh, I can’t wait until I get you home, Hero. You don’t know how many things I want to do to you.”

Hero screamed at their body to struggle, to wiggle free, to do anything, but the only part of themselves that Hero could move were their eyes that were fixed staring up at Villain as Villain carried them away. They glanced down at Hero, smiling with a terrifying glee.

“You really shouldn’t have been so predictable, Hero, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to catch you. And now that I have you…” Villain trailed off, stopping in front of a car. They clicked a button and the boot of the car raised. Fear shot through Hero as sudden as being dunked in an ice bath when Villain put Hero into the boot. Villain reached a hand down to stroke Hero’s cheek. “I am never letting you go.”

[hot-rangers-in-chains]

Whumpuary Day 9

cornered | shaky hands | phone call

Contents: pursuit, injury

He ran, kept running, as fast as he could. He could hear them closing in.

They were coming. He had to keep going.

Branches tore at him, snagging and tearing his clothing. A young tree limb that he shoved out of the way snapped back, slicing into his face. He could feel blood trickling down his cheek.

The whistle of air was all the warning he had before an arrow buried itself in his thigh. He screamed, stumbling and falling. The forest floor smacked into his face.

He had to keep going.

He forced himself back to his feet, teeth clenched in pain, and limped on. Adrenaline kept him moving.

Suddenly he burst out of the woods into a clearing. High cliffs surrounded him on all sides.

He dropped to his knees in despair.

His pursuers burst from the tree line.

He was surrounded. Cornered.

[nightingalesandnorco]

Hi! Apologies if this is out of your realm of experience, but if a character is shot with an arrow to the back of the shoulder, what kind of damage would there be? And how could the injuries be treated out in the wilderness, with no more than a fantasy equivalent of a military first aid kit available?

For further context, the arrow is from a warbow, in my head not the heaviest end of them but still a pretty heavy draw weight, however it's more of a stray shot fired vaguely in the direction than something specially aimed to take the character out, and the character is wearing a padded gambeson under his mail which would absorb some of the impact, so... honestly idk what that would balance out to, just go with whatever seems plausible to you

So the back of the shoulder is protected by the shoulder blade. Here’s a diagram:

Depending on the site of the wound, the shoulder blade may be in its path. I’m no physicist and I don't if the arrow would penetrate the bone or not, so I’ll talk about both cases.

If the bone stopped the arrow, great! That means the wound will be relatively superficial and all you’ll need to worry about is pain and infection. The suprascapular artery and nerve do run on top of the shoulder blade but are much closer to the arm. The same goes for the subclavian artery and nerve, which are pretty high on the shoulder.

Since your shoulder blade just took a direct hit, it and everything connected to it will be very sore, probably for a few days. Willow bark might help as a painkiller since aspirin is derived from it. Cold compresses might also be helpful.

When you dress this wound, first and foremost, if the arrow didn't fall out of the wound by itself, don't take it out, just work around it. Clean the wound out with clean water as best you can and remove any debris. When you do take the arrow out, be prepared to control bleeding. Suture the inner tissues with catgut sutures (absorbable and have been around since early history) and the skin with horsehair. Keep a clean dressing on the wound as it heals.

If the wound gets infected, it may need to be reopened to drain pus. A poultice with honey and cloves might have some antimicrobial properties and can be applied over the wound, but might also worsen infection.

If the arrow did penetrate the bone or missed it, the wound will be much more serious. The scapula is behind the lung, which is right in the path of an arrow to the back of the shoulder. A lung puncture would probably require some good old-fashioned medieval surgery, assuming you have access to that. The lungs are very vascular so you’ll also have bleeding to worry about. In this case, the blood might be frothy, but you probably won't be coughing up blood (I know, I know, I love the drama too, sorry), you might have some pink-tinged sputum though. To treat this type of wound in the field, you'll have to create a semi-occlusive dressing, which might be tricky in a fantasy setting. First, apply an absorbent dressing to the wound. Next, take some sort of airtight material and cover the wound with it, sealing three sides and leaving the fourth open to allow air to escape. The arrow will eventually have to be removed and the lung repaired, which will probably result in serious blood loss. If blood transfusions aren't available, fluids and salt may help but aren't ideal.

The same principles for pain, infection, and wound care apply for a deeper wound.

Happy whumping!

[fourwingedwriter]

Sedatives

AN: I wrote a thing ig. Not 100% what this is but it's a thing

Other Nameless Stuff

CWs: arrow wound, struggling against restraints, sedatives/drugged, passing out

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Medic pushed through the rest of the team, dropping to their knees beside Shooter. He processed the location of the arrow in her side, grimacing slightly before looking further up.

Medic took hold of her shoulders, forcing her frantic gaze, "Hey, I've got you. I'm gonna pull it out. It's going to hurt like hell."

She struggled against the others holding her down, "Quickly."

His bare hand met her skin, pressing down hard. She protested greatly, screaming like her life depended on it. Struggling against the hands which held her, back arching, Shooter was consumed by a wall of pain.

She couldn't help herself. Her body wasn't her own when in pain. Something consumed her, an animalistic, instinctual force she couldn't resist.

"Somebody sedate her already dammit!" Medic shouted, knowing full well she wouldn't calm until chemically forced to.

A cloth was clasped over her nose and mouth, pressed down with a frighteningly necessary force. Then, after far too many seconds, she stilled. Her breathing slowed, limbs becoming heavy.

The rest of the team let go, allowing Medic to do his work in peace. All except Swordsman, who removed the cloth from her face and gently brushed the hair from Shooter's eyes.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault. You trusted me and I got you shot." She whispered, supporting Shooter's head, "I will do everything to make it up to you."

The weakened young woman reached up, clutching Swordsman's shirt, "Don't-" she coughed, blood trickling from her nose, "Don't apologize. It's m-" Shooter went completely limp, the sedatives and blood loss making the world spin.

Swordsman cradled her head, "It's okay. The sedatives are working. Let them."

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[jump-in-the-whump]

Hi hello! As a sixteen year old poorly educated writer, I have a little question. I figured you might know quite a bit about this, considering your username and 85% of your posts have the word whump in it, lol. So:

I have a bit of a situation that I can't seem to write properly. Fairly simple. One of my characters, let's call him H, gets an arrow to the back, kinda in that scapula area. Not good, obviously. His friend, let's call her E, has to take care of it.

Now, I wrote about her carefully removing the arrow, cleaning the wound with alcohol, cauterizing it, stitching it up and wrapping it with bandages, but I've been told that process is inaccurate. What I haven't been told, however, is what kind of process *is* accurate. "Figure it out," they said. How helpful 🤗

So I wondered if you have any advice on how to write the scene, what I'm missing etc. Also do you know how long it'd realistically take him to recover? Google isn't very helpful on this, unfortunately, and I don't want to end up on a watchlist 😀

Sorry if I'm being annoying, I know you don't usually get these kinds of questions exactly, but I don't know who could be better to ask lol. Been following you for a few years now, by the way, I love your blog! Take care ❤️

Hello there!

First off, I thank you very much for your kind words!! ❤️❤️🥺 and don't worry, you've come to the right place ;)

Honestly, I don't see any major problems in the situation you described... I don't know all the details, but I imagine that H and E do not have a great medical stuff at their disposal. So, in such a situation I would have written this piece in more or less the same way, maybe changing only a couple of small things (but since I’m not a doctor, and I just know things I've read here and there, I could be wrong too 🤭)

The first thing is to clean the wound well even before removing the arrow, and always apply constant pressure on the wound before, during and after the arrow removal. Also, it would be better if E uses clean water (even better a saline solution), since alcohol does disinfect, but can damage skin tissues. So E could boil some water so that it is as clean as possible. Obviously, if there is absolutely no way to get clean water, alcohol is the only choice. Desperate times call for desperate measures...

Similarly, it is better not to cauterize the wound, since it too, like alcohol, could damage the tissues, and also increases the risk of infection; and if E should stitch it, it’s better to avoid full closure, leaving it partly open for drainage. The best thing to do is to only clean the wound once again, use an antibiotic ointment and bandage it all nice and tightly.

Lastly, recovery time varies from a number of things: for example, whether there are antibiotics available or whether the scapula is damaged. According to various things I've read online, in situations without antibiotics or much medical help, H may get out of bed and start moving (always very slowly and carefully) around 2-4 weeks, although it takes a couple of months for a full recovery.

I hope I’ve helped you and thank you very much for the ask! Take care of yourself too! <3

[daydreamwhumpinc]

Okay, hear me out. This whump scenario came to me in a dream, and I don't even want to know what that means about my mental state/ j

The setting can be fictional or nonfictional (but it works best in nonfictional historical settings or fantasy medieval etc)

Okay, so the Whumpee is shot with an arrow (in my case, he was doing the "jump in front of the bullet" and "use your body as a shield" tropes) which is coated in poison. The arrowhead gets stuck inside, and it needs to be removed via surgery (the important part is that they need to open up the wound or something). The caveat, however, is that the arrow is covered with anticoagulant poison, so every time the Caretaker tries to untie the bandages or do anything to take out the arrowhead, they risk killing the Whumpee through severe blood loss. If they do not take out the arrowhead, the wound will most likely get infected and kill the Whumpee that way.

Que the team arguing with each other, as the Whumpee lays on the bed with bloodied bandages, about what to do. Maybe they have to go on a race against time to get the herbs needed to flush out the poison. Maybe they are far away from any civilization, and the Caretaker has no means of treating the Whumpee, so they hopelessly watch as they bleed to death (not enough comfort for me, but hey, "Major character death" enjoyers have your crumbs/ affectionate). Maybe the Caretaker has to leave the arrowhead in and hope for the best. Maybe the Caretaker has to perform the surgery as fast as possible and pray that the Whumpee doesn't due from blood loss before (or after) they are finished.

It also opens up to so much potential with respect to medicine and poison interaction. Maybe the painkillers might have an adverse effect if combined with this specific poison, so the Whumpee has to endure the pain of surgery as the Caretaker continuously apologizes for having to hurt them.

Also, also, delirium and high fever. Maybe from the arrowhead, the poison, or the stress from thr wound/medical procedures the Whumpee is wracked with high fever and everything delicious that comed with that (I will never get tired of having a delirius and sick character 👁👄👁).