#collapsed whumpee

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

Hero comes home after a long day to find Villain sitting in their living room. Hero immediately pulls out a weapon, but all Villain does is stand up with a weak smile on their face.

"One step ahead of you," Villain says, then collapses.

Only when they hit the ground does Hero see just how much blood is soaked into Villain's shirt.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Leon Kennedy Whump Pt 2 | Resident Evil Requiem

Pt 1 here!

[jordanstrophe]

I feel like I don't give exhaustion whump enough credit.

Whumpees still awake and aware of their surroundings, but can't do anything about it. They could be drained from lack of sleep, fighting back too hard for too long, running for hours and are in danger if they stop. 

When they finally get to rest, they don't move at all; not even to adjust if they've crumbled to a heap on the floor

[whumpasaurus101]

Give me the whumpee collapsing. It could be in weakness, fear, sadness, despair.

👏🏼 give 👏🏼 me 👏🏼 it 👏🏼

[sola-whumping]

To add on to your heat stroke whump, part of the reason a character got heat stroke is because they were covering up their scars with a big hoodie/ jacket and they refused to take it off

Usually I write Whumper Weekly from the POV of my whumper Gabrial but this could be good for a whumpee that’s either escaped or been released. Maybe they’re embarrassed about their torture scars or just don’t want someone else to be worried. Maybe they hate seeing them or even viewing the sheer amount of damage they have withstained can trigger a flashback. Perhaps it’s hot outside but it’s so nice that they want to go on a walk and be outside- they never thought they’d see the sun again so this is the perfect time. They’re wearing a hoodie or a jacket, something thick and long sleeved. Maybe they start to get dizzy half way through their walk and decide to turn back. Maybe they faint or they sit down to rest and just don’t get back up. Maybe caretaker gets worried and looks for them, only to find them collapsed on the trail or perhaps they’ve struggled back home and just couldn’t get through the door. Heatstroke doesn’t have to be inflicted by the whumper, it could be a complete accident- not to mention caretaker probably blames themself for not keeping an eye on whumpee, especially when they haven’t finished recovering.

[jordanstrophe]

I love it when whumpee shows up at caretakers doorstep so exhausted they pass out as soon as they know they're safe. Now caretaker sits by their bedside trying to guess all the worst case things that could have happened until whumpee wakes up and explains themselves.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Superhero having to stop a train by getting in front of it to brace it. Their heels digging into the ground and destroying the track as they get pushed backwards.

They scream from the exertion, arms and legs shaking from the force as they strain to counter it. Until gradually the train slows then comes to a halt.

After a moment they stumble back, panting, desperate to catch their breath. They drop to their hands and knees as the exhaustion takes over, struggling to stay conscious.

[jordanstrophe]

Hi! Would you write some comfort whump? The prompt is that Whumpee’s sick and very delirious, imagining *things* that aren’t true and recalling past traumas. Surely, Caretaker’s there to help them to get through the tiny episode of madness…

Hello there! You had me at ･ﾟ:✧comfort✧:･ﾟ

CW: Blood, injuries, hallucinations, fever, hurt/comfort, splashed with some soft caretaking

Whumpee stood in front of the steamed bathroom mirror clutching the sides of the sink.

After being captured, they brought home a fever that was stubborn to shake. Caretaker was worried sick about it, checking their temperature nearly every hour.

With the side of their hand, they wiped a streak of steam from the mirror. Their eyes suddenly widened and they stepped back from their own reflection.

Staring back was not what they are; but what they were once before - Hallow soulless eyes, dark rims telling days of restless nights, bruises on their lip, cheek and brow. Blood splatter across their face; their own blood.

They recoiled and tried to wipe it, but nothing seemed to want to come off. Their eyes grew more frantic as they whimpered, scrubbing their face harder and harder until the bridge of their nose turned red and the bruising turned black.

Their ears rang and they swore they could hear whumper's voice behind it. They could hear their blood splattering, their heart pounding in their head, pain from every wound like they were being torn open-

The ringing came to a halt when a gentle knock rattled on the door.

"Whumpee? You've been in there for awhile. No rush! I'm just checking to see if you're alright." Their voice rang.

"I can't get it off!" Whumpee sobbed, crumpling to the floor on their knees. "I keep trying and it's not coming off! Why won't it come off!?" Whumpee sobbed.

The door immediately burst with almost brute force. Whumpee felt themselves be scooped into caretaker's arms and their face get cupped by either side of their jaw. Whumpee was practically clawing at their face, still desperate to wash the blood off.

"Whumpee it's okay, I'm here, look at me," Caretaker pushed the panic to the back of their throat and pulled whumpee's hands away from their face. Whumpee held their breath and squeezed their eyes shut. They violently trembled and gasped for air.

"Whumpee, sweetheart..." Caretaker quietly muttered, their voice full of sadness. "You're alright. Hey, hey look at me, you're alright. Deep breaths." Caretaker cupped their face more comfortingly, their fear morphing into concern.

"Wh-what?" Whumpee blinked their eyes open. It was only then did they realize they were on their knees shaking on the floor. They quickly wiped sweat off their forehead and let Caretaker pull them to their feet.

"Look." Caretaker nodded to the mirror. Whumpee glanced at caretaker nervously, before hesitantly approaching the mirror afraid of what was in it.

Inside the streak was their face, maybe a bit red and feverish still, but not a drop of blood, not a single bruise (although there were a few smalls ones to form soon) and a healthy-nourished complexion thanks to caretaker nursing them with breakfast every morning and dinner every night.

They swayed on their feet as caretaker stood behind them and clutched the back of their arms. "Easy, you're still healing... Are you in pain?" They asked.

"N-... No." Whumpee breathed, touching their face with their fingertips. "No, not at all..." They repeated, sounding more confused than relieved.

"Why don't we go back to bed and I'll bring you a tea, okay?" Caretaker coaxed, already pulling them away from their reflection without waiting for an answer. Whumpee nodded and let themself be led and tucked into bed. Caretaker checked their temperature and sighed.

"Ah, that explains it, your fever went up again. I'll get you some medicine and an icepack." They spoke matter-of-factly. They were about to rush off before they were stopped by whumpee grabbing their hand.

"Caretaker?" Whumpee tried to speak up, but their voice came out weak. Caretaker looked back with a flash of worry.

"Thank you..." They spoke with a small genuine smile.

Caretaker gave them a watery smile and squeezed their hand back.

"Of course, of course." They responded, like they would do it again a thousand times.

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