Whump Prompt #1377
Whumptober #26: Breakfast Table
That beautiful moment of chaos when the table has to get swiped/cleared for The Whumpee. They’re frantically dragged through the door to The Healer, seeping blood into the wooden floor below as they’re barely able to hold themselves up. Whatever food/supplies that were being prepared are now covering the nearby surfaces/piled on the floor as The Whumpee is transferred to the table. While The Healer sometimes liked the sudden rush of excitement, they were far from happy that breakfast had been disturbed. Couldn’t these adventurers have emergencies during normal waking hours?
Fresh water and towels are produced as The Healer instinctively begins pulling the whumpee’s clothes away to assess the damage, a piece of fruit in their other hand as they are insistent on finishing at least part of their meal.
“What happened?” They ask, scrunching their nose at the sight of ghastly weeping wounds.
“The Beast got ‘em.” Grunts the whumpee’s friend. The group of adventurers were ambushed during the night in the forest. They just about managed to defeat the beast, though not without the whumpee taking a bad hit. The Healer listens intently as the friend gives them a description of The Beast, as well as the symptoms your whumpee had been experiencing on their journey. During this time, they also instruct another friend on where to place pressure on the wounds as they flick through books to find more information on their attacker.
“Did it look like this?” The Healer eventually asks, showing an illustration of The Beast to a friend.
“It did.” They nod eagerly.
“Then I’m afraid your friend may not make it through the night… unless you are able to find a very specific ingredient.”
