Whumptober, Day 17
once again i had to stop and move on, I got bombarded to school work and am currently struggling to get caught up
It had been almost a week. A week of Whumpee being free from Whumper. A week of staying in the hospital. A week of the nurses trying to get their collar off. And a week of whumpee firmly refusing to take off their collar. The collar was made of dark brown leather with once sharp edges now worn smooth, a thick buckle against their throat. Whrumpee's fingers often drifted up to the leather and rubbed it to soothe themself. Though, it would usually end with Whumpee wincing and dropping their hand back down. today caretaker came into Whumpee's hospital room, settling down into a chair next to Whumpee. "Whumpee? Sweetie?" Caretaker asked with a soft, warm tone, "We need to talk about that collar of yours"