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Take a Break
(Monkey King Reborn) Sun Wukong x Reader
(Prompt - Broken Bone)
(Warning - Character injury)
Of all the things you had faced in your travels, demons, bandits, misbehaving celestial pets, a simple fall had managed to deal the most damage to you. One moment, you had been walking along the cliffside path with the other pilgrims. The next, the edge had crumpled underfoot and sent you sliding down the rocky ridge. You managed to slow your decent but the hand you leaned on to stop suffered the consequences. The chilling snap was immediately followed by your pained scream.
While everyone called out in shock and concern, Wukong had flown down after you in a blur of fur and colorful robes. He quickly bunded you up and leapt to safer ground, eyes scanning over your trembling form as he set you down.
“Where are you hurt? Let me see,” he said softly. The arm cradled against your chest immediately caught his attention. Wukong carefully straightened the limb out for a better look, cooing in sympathy at your pained whines and cries.
Just above your wrist was bent at an odd angle, the skin already swelling and turning shades of purple and blue. “It’s definitely fractured. Maybe even broken.” He gathered some sticks and spare fabric, the rest of the group sharing nervous glances as Wukong constructed a splint.
Sandy spoke first. “What should we do?”
“We need to get them medical attention at the nearest town,” Sanzang said. “That’s the only way to guarantee the bone is set right and infection won’t set in.”
“But the nearest town is a half days walk back the way we came,” Pigsy argued, looking uncomfortable with the whole situation. “Can we just send them to the doctor and they can catch up later or something?”
Wukong growled, fur bristling and tail lashing. “We’re not abandoning Peaches!”
The monk held up a hand to pacify the monkey’s outrage but threw a disapproving glance in Pigsy’s direction. “Wukong is right; we don’t abandon our companions. We’ll return to town and find a healer.”
With your arm splinted and swaddled in a sling, Wukong picked you up again, his eyes staring down in raw concern. “Are you okay?”
Pain still shot up from your wrist and through your body but the bandages held it still and steady. After a moment, you nodded, laying your head against his shoulder. “It hurts,” you admitted in a quiet whine.
He hummed in sympathy and nuzzled your hair. “I know, Peaches. The doctor will have something for the pain. Just try to hang on until then, alright?”
As the group turned around and set a quick pace back to town, you doze in and out of consciousness, only half aware when the pilgrims explained your condition to the local healer.
When you awoke next, you were in a strange room laying in a strange bed. A dizzying haze clouded your mind, bits and pieces slowly rebuilding memories of your fall and injury. You carefully sat up, finding stiff bandages covering your arm from palm to elbow and a wrap keeping it secure across your chest. The pain had dulled to an uncomfortable throb while the rest of your body felt light and tingly.
“You’re awake?” You looked up, finding Wukong in the doorway of the room carrying a tray. He quickly sat at your side, eyes scanning over you before meeting your sleepy gaze. “How are you feeling?”
The furrow of his brow and the tight line of his frown made him look so grumpy, you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “Floaty,” you finally answered.
Wukong’s stare softened as he shook his head fondly. “Floaty? Guess that’s better than before.” He checked over your bandages with a light and painfully delicate touch. “The doctor said you definitely broke your wrist. It was a clean break so easily set but no using it until you’re fully healed.”
You glanced down at your useless arm, a wave of shame and remorse choking your throat and filling your eyes with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“What? Don’t be sorry,” Wukong grumbled. Despite his irritated tone, he brushed your tears away with surprising tenderness. “It’s not like you fell down the hill on purpose. We’ll just have to be more careful since you’re apparently made of glass. Speaking of…”
He turned away, fiddling with the tray he brought with him. A steaming teapot was poured into a waiting cup. “Here, I brought some medicine that will help with your recovery. Instead of waiting a month, this should heal your wrist in about a week.” You took the tea, wrinkling your nose at the bitter herb scent. “You have to drink it, though.”
“It smells gross!” you whined, debating the pros and cons of a longer armless existence.
Wukong smiled sympathetically. “I know, Peaches, but it’s to get your better faster. Trust me.”
You trusted Wukong more than anyone so, with a nod, you downed the cup in a nasty gulp. Part of you wanted to cough it back up as a wave of drowsiness pulled at your mind. “It is gross!”
The monkey cooed and patted your back before helping you lay down. “Just a few more days and you won’t have to take it anymore. The tea also numbs the pain so you might be a bit woozy. Don’t try to get up without calling for me, okay?”
“Okay…”
“That’s my Peach.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and tucked the blanket to your chin. “Get some rest. I’ll be nearby if you need me.” Within moments, you were fast asleep, lulled by Wukong’s quiet breaths, the rhythmic swaying of his tail, and the gentle brush of his hand against your cheek.
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Caretaker flipped to the weather channel, where the meteorologist was going on about what conditions their area was to expect that evening. Strong wind chill, heavy precipitation, and chances of lightning. Caretaker cursed internally. They had told Whumpee to take a jacket with them when they went out! Now they were probably going to freeze to death out there!
Caretaker pulled out their phone and dialed Whumpee’s number. Ring. Ring. Too many rings.
Hey, this is Whumpee. Leave a message!
“Gosh darn it, Whumpee, pick up the phone!” Caretaker shouted after the beep, “come home now! Right now! You probably won’t even get this because you never check your voice mail!”
An automated voice began to speak.
“We are sorry, the person you are trying to reach has a full voicemail box. Please press one for more options.”
“Typical!” Caretaker huffed.
They tried to call Whumpee again. When they still didn’t answer, Caretaker stormed out of the living room. They stomped about the house, picking up their jacket, rainboots, and umbrella.
…
Whumpee’s phone had died two hours ago. They coughed and sniffled in the rain. Looks like they were getting a cold. They hugged themselves, rubbing their hands up and down their arms. They felt goosebumps on their skin, and their clothes were soaked through. They sneezed three times in succession and groaned.
They shivered and started on their way again. They just wanted to go home and get into something warm and dry. The only issue with this plan was the fact that Whumpee was notorious for having zero sense of direction. They would have used their GPS were it not for the fact that it was an app on their phone, the phone that was currently dead in their pocket.
They trudged down unfamiliar streets, almost slipping on a couple puddles. Their gait became uneven as their balance began to fail. The next puddle had them meet the concrete below. Whumpee cried out, collapsing on the pavement.
Immediately their ankle exploded into a symphony of hot daggers slicing through their pain receptors.
They went to push themselves up, but as soon as their ankle bore their weight, they saw stars. They fell back on the hard, rain-slicked ground.
Tears welled up in their eyes, mingling with the rain. They let them fall, and they didn’t care about any of the noise they made as they sobbed. They were so loud, that they didn’t even hear the squelch of rubbery footsteps behind them.
A shadow fell over them, and somehow the rain wasn’t coming down on them anymore. They glanced up and saw Caretaker put a hand on their shoulder.
“Come on,” Caretaker said, “we’re going home.”
Whumpee sneezed before they could answer. Caretaker’s jaw set, but they didn’t scold them.
“Aren’t you gonna yell at me?” Whumpee sniffled.
Caretaker hoisted them up and removed their raincoat. They helped Whumpee slip into it. As they did this, they noticed that Whumpee was currently standing on one leg.
Busted.
“What happened?” Caretaker asked.
“I think I landed on it wrong,” Whumpee mumbled.
Caretaker didn’t hesitate. Before Whumpee could argue, they slowly tilted them into a bridal carry position. They supported their back and legs, leaving the umbrella discarded on the ground.
“You’re gonna get wet!” Whumpee protested.
Even so, they wrapped their arms around Caretaker’s neck. Caretaker didn’t answer, they just started the trek back to the house.
“You’re mad at me.” Whumpee looked down at Caretaker’s rainboots.
“Oh yeah, furious,” Caretaker said, rolling their eyes, “everyone knows I hold a grudge. I truly am a very unforgiving person. Especially when it comes to you.”
Tears brimmed in Whumpee’s eyes. They knew it.
“I was being sarcastic, Whumpee!”
Oh. The pain might be clouding their judgment.
“I could never stay mad at you,” Caretaker went on, “we’re gonna get you home and have a look at your ankle, and then it’ll be time for a hot shower.”
“And bed?”
“And bed.”
Whumpee hugged Caretaker as best they could. Caretaker traversed the front steps and set Whumpee down just long enough to unlock the front door, then picked them up again. They deposited them across the couch and went to fetch the first aid kit.
The TV was on; it was showing the weather channel. Man, it really was gonna be a downpour tonight. Thank goodness Caretaker had a jacket.
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Whumper stared down at Whumpee as he lay in a heap at his feet. So determined to resist whatever Whumper threw at him, so determined to not make a sound through all his torture.
Whumpee has had this coming for a while now.
He placed his booted foot above Whumpees lower arm and bought it down with all his force.
A brutal snap followed by Whumpees scream of agony echoed around the cell as the bones in their arm broke in two. Whumpees arm now at a twisted angle as he writhed in agony.
“Finally a reaction” laughed Whumper “Let’s see if we can keep the momentum up”
and he moved to place his boot over Whumpees shin, ready for the next beautiful snap.
(Hurtcember 2025, Day 1: Broken Bone)
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