#accidents

[nemfrog]

Triangular bandage. A home guide to first aid treatment in sickness and accident. 1910.

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[grickle14]

Accidents can happen to any of us.

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Accidental whump

CW: Nonhuman whumper/whumpee, conditioning, death mention, flashback

Whumper and Whumpee are different species and Whumper thinks they are helping Whumpee when really they are hurting/traumatising/suffocating them

Hidden injury/scar, Caretaker claps Whumpee on the back only for Whumpee to double over at the pain of new lashes being struck

Caretaker unknowingly or accidentally says a trigger word and suddenly Whumpee is a shaking mess on the floor and Caretaker has to try and cut through the flashback

Or Caretaker says a word that used to be a conditioned command and Whumpee's knees have hit the floor before they even realise what they heard

Whumper sets a trap for someone else, but Whumpee walks into it. Now Whumper has to decide what to do with this injured but unintended victim

Whumpee has Rejection Sensitivity Disorder so even a slight change of tone from Caretaker has them panicking

A fight gets out of hand, and suddenly Whumpee is looking up how to hide a body

That one scene in Inside Man where a simple misunderstanding snowballs up and up

Literal accidents - paper cuts, falling down the stairs, broken glass etcetera

Accidents that trigger whumpee (the broken plate event)

[crashingcryptid]

Kyle is incontinent. It wasn't something he discussed, not with people who didn't need to know. His doctors knew, his team knew, but you didn't. How could he tell you that in his mid twenties, he had to wear depends?

Maybe he should've told you before he spent the night at your house.

He hadn't meant to fall asleep. It was a mix of the TV in the background and your hand massaging his scalp that sent him to sleep. When he woke up, you were gently shaking his shoulder.

"Baby... Baby, you had an accident."

Kyle shoots up off the couch so fast his forehead smacks into your chin. You watch wide-eyed as he bolts to the bathroom, the slamming of the door followed by silence. You look down at your wet lap and the patch on your couch cushion with a sigh.

You stand up, stripping your bottoms, unzipping the couch cushions cover so you can toss it into the washer. You wanted to check on Kyle to see if he was ready to talk about what happened, but then the shower starts up. You lean against the bathroom door, hearing him sniffling and muttering to himself.

"Fucking stupid. Pathetic fucking -" You're heart shatters when you hear him hiccup, leaving him be to get cleaned up. You tossed the dirty clothes into the washer, waiting until you had Kyle's clothes to start it. You weren't angry or disgusted by what happened, but you were worried. A man Kyle's age normally didn't have accidents. Did he have a bladder infection? Maybe a tumor?

You worry your lower lip between your teeth as you make both of you a cup of tea and start the oven for some cookies. When you hear the shower shut off, you head over to the bathroom door and gently knock.

"Kyle, sweetheart? You don't have to come out now, but can you give me your clothes? I'm going to do some laundry, and if we wash them now, they won't stain." You explain softly, not even trying to open the bathroom door. There were a few moments of silence before the door creaks open, and he shoves his clothes through the gap.

"Thank you, baby. I've got some cookies in the oven." You aren't sure why you said it. Maybe if Kyle knew there was a treat waiting for him outside, he wouldn't hole himself away in the bathroom all night. You start the washer, boiling some water to make a cup of Ramen for yourself.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door creaks open, and Kyle shuffles out, eyes glued to the floor. "I git injured two years ago, and I'm incontinent." He blurts out, taking a deep breath. "I really wanted to tell you, but I wasn't really sure how. And I understand if you don't want to be with me anyone because of it."

"Why wouldn't I want to be with you?" You ask gently after a beat, walking over to him and taking his hands. "Kyle, baby, look at me." You encourage, smiling lovingly when he finally meets your eyes. "Why would I leave you over that? Hmm? I signed up to love you. All of you." You assure softly, following his eyes when he looks away.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this. You want to change my fucking diapers all the time!?" Kyle huffs defensively, his face burning hot with shame.

"If you need me too, then I will. I'll be old one day, Kyle. Whose to say you won't have to wipe my ass one day?" You tease as you try to lighten the mood. "In sickness, and in health. With incontinence or not, I'm not leaving, Kyle." You whisper, cradling his face and finally looking into his eyes.

Kyle looks at you for a long moment, pulling you into a kiss and giving your hips a squeeze. "Thank you, Y/N." He sighs, resting his forehead to yours. "The cookies out of the oven yet?"

@hatsbuckets you inspired me with your incontinent Ghost to write some for Kyle.

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'Replace Covers - Prevent Falls'

Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents work safety poster (c. 1940). Artwork by Tom Eckersley.