imagining bruises around frodo’s wrists where sam has had to restrain him when he gets the urge to put the ring on ;( sam sees them and gets really upset that he’s had to do that to his frodo. but frodo just feels ashamed, knowing he’s losing himself to the ring, his dignity abandoning him knowing that sam has to physically intervene to stop him from putting it on :(
can I get Whumpee in the aftermath of a battle trapped under rubble from a building collapse, and a panicky Caretaker thinking their dead for a moment. one their out Whumpee ends up with serious damage to their ribs and a hard time breathing, and Caretaker has to cary them to a healer.
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Warnings: Minor blood, restraining, exhaustion, and major injury
When the building fell, Caretaker had been the first to notice. Because Whumpee was in that area, they were one of the heroes fighting there.
Caretaker wasn’t a hero themself, but that didn’t mean they weren’t able to get to the scene quickly once it happened.
Only because they weren’t a hero, they weren’t allowed near until the fighting was over. They argued with the officers blocking off the scene, the officers argued back. When they shoved one to the side to get closer 3 more showed up and restrained them, holding Caretaker back while they kicked and screamed.
“My friend is in there, let me through! I need to see my friend! LET ME THROUGH, I NEED TO SEE THEM, GET OFF OF ME YOU FUCKS GET OFF, LET ME THROUGH!”
Irritation grew, as did their panic. The longer they were prevented from nearing the scene and finding Whumpee, the less likely Whumpee would survive.
Everyone else was dismissed and very few were allowed by the scene for various work reasons. Caretaker was stared at, ignored, treated like some crazy person as they continued to yell to be let through to find Whumpee.
“LET GO OF ME, LET GO OF ME, I NEED TO SEE THEM, I NEED TO SEE WHUMPEE! LET ME THROUGH!”
It continued on and on, until their voice couldn’t handle it. One of Whumpee’s colleagues walked up, recognizing Caretaker. “Hey, hey! Calm down! We’ll find Whumpee. They’ll be okay, you-”
“Don’t talk down to me, dammit! I saw a BUILDING fall on them for crying out loud!” Caretaker yelled back, their voice raw from all the screaming. They stared down the other hero.
After a moment there was a sigh, and the person turned to the officers. “Let them through, they’re just worried about one of our own. If they have information about the location of someone it’s worth letting them in.”
The officers hesitated for a few seconds before complying, Caretaker being motioned to follow by the other hero.
They didn’t follow though.
Instead they ran, they ran and ran and ran, directly towards the rubble. Directly towards Whumpee.
They knew where it had happened, but Whumpee wasn’t anywhere near the surface. So Caretaker started pushing, used what strength they had to shove pieces of concrete wall out of the way, coughing at the dust, nearly cutting themself on the glass of broken windows and mirrors, until they saw it.
A hand. The rest of the body was still trapped under layers of debris.
“Shit!”
Caretaker started trying to move what they could, but it was too much. They’d exhausted their strength already. They weren’t a hero, and now because of that decision their friend-
They tried not to think about it. Tears began to well up in their eyes, their shoulder pushing against a massive piece of drywall, and not getting very far.
“No… No!” Their body slumped against the debris, jagged edges cutting into their side as their strength gave out. “No…”
The tears fell against their face. They heard noise but they couldn’t focus on it.
Whumpee… Whumpee is-
The sounds got louder. Caretaker’s breath went ragged. The pieces of wall poking at them slowly alleviated. People gathered around. Other heroes, as it took Caretaker a bit to realize.
They moved the debris. Got rid of everything burying Whumpee. Removed layer after layer of stuff crushing them.
Finally, their body was uncovered. Caretaker feared for the worst.
And their fears were almost realized.
Blood was everywhere. Their clothes were torn. Their face was expressionless.
Caretaker was on them immediately, checking, just checking on their friend, until…
A light groaning sounded. It was painful. But it was there. Caretaker’s tears shifted from those of pain and worry and fear to those of relief. They held Whumpee close as they slowly regained consciousness.
Whumpee curled into them and winced as they irritated one of their major injuries.
“What is it?” Caretaker asked gently.
“Mmmm… m’ side…” Whumpee groaned out, their breaths coming in ragged..
Caretaker carefully graced their hand along Whumpee’s torso. Their heart practically dropped as they felt a divot where their ribs should be.
“We’ll… I’ll get you to a healer, okay? Don’t worry… It’ll be fine… I’ll get you to a Healer, they’ll patch you right up. Just hold on for me, alright Whumpee?”
They groaned while Caretaker slowly lifted them up. They made a pained sound with each breath they took in.
Caretaker had already exerted most of their strength, running over and trying to uncover Whumpee on their own, so they weren’t sure how far they could make it. But they knew someone close.
Possibly the only other person they trusted with Whumpee’s life, and their first last resort. Also not a hero, but they were pretty damn close.
The walk was long and excruciating, but Caretaker held in there. They were stubborn, not accepting any help from Whumpee’s colleagues as they rushed out of the site, to a nearby suburban area. They knocked on the door, and the owner of the residence answered fairly quick.
Healer.
They took one look at Whumpee and motioned the two inside. “Come in. Set them on the couch. And lock the door while I get my supplies.”
