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[There's a small humanoid shadow standing in the corner of the room, their right hand holding their left arm which is bleeding non stop from the wound cause by bite marks and rip out skin]
Hey, so, do you have any of those white cloth things that cover wounds? These red liquid won't stop spilling out and it hurts.
Needle Anon
"O—OH MY GOD. I'M. I WILL SCOLD YOU FOR. RANDOMLY COMING INTO MY HOUSE LATER BUT. GO TO THE BATHROOM R— RIGHT NOW. YOU NEED BANDAGES."
I see your Halsin flower crown proposal and raise you this:
Wooden. Engagement. Rings.
Tell me that man wouldn’t propose with a ring he carved himself - 🪡
I'll raise you one better, needle Anon, woven engagement rings!
Imagine this hulking bear of a man (heh) hunched over and carefully weaving straw or flax into beautiful matching rings for you both. His fingers are so large and it's such a slow process to start with but he's so dedicated to you and the perfect rings-
please put some shoes on before you begin to run amuck. Dr. Griffin has been smashing glass and it is everywhere currently. I understand you can fly but I still recommend footwear.
-🪡
Such a lack of control from him…
Your concern is noted.
312 PACKING PEANUTS WHERE BUY -💉
This is extremely distressing. Three hundred and twelve? Why so specific? Why the needle? Packing peanuts? …What do you mean where? The store? I presume?
…Hold on, I need my cork board.
Hiii.
-🪡
"Heeeeyyyyy. Wanna mess with Tuff?"
Request:whumpee scared of needles but they have to be held still and reassured cuz they must take em
Bonus points if it's a spinal tap or IV line or the 1st of many in a short period of time🤩👉👈
Needles! Hoo boy, let's go. Anon requested a drabble <3
cw// Needles, restrained, non-con drugging but it's for their physical well-being. (I'm not v confident in my whump tagging, so please let me know if I miss a major tag)
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Whumpee can't focus on much, but through their swimming vision, they recognize the bag, the line, the hand on their arm, another on their chest trying to get them to hold still.
With a panicked cry, they rip their arm away. Pain explodes across their body and behind their eyes. Every movement, every breath, only causes pain, but they'll suffer it all to get away from the needle. If they weren't crying before, tears flow now.
The lights are too bright. They can't focus on anything for long before their eyes roll and their eyelids try to ease close. It's a fight to keep their eyes open, but if they give up, if they lie down, if they stop moving for even a moment--
They see the needle flash out of the corner of their eye.
"Get away!" they scream, because the hands are still on them and the world is too near and too loud, and they want to leave for where it's quiet and cold and dark, but they can't yet.
"Whumpee, stop!" Caretaker. Caretaker will stop them.
Whumpee hears someone say a long word that they'd never be able to repeat if they tried. Too many syllables. A sharp, curving word, like a rocking knife. That word is going in their veins.
"I don't want it." Several someones capture their ankles and straighten their legs even as they thrash. Whumpee's plea turns into a desperate whine. "I don't want it, please, please. Caretaker, please..."
"This is going to make you feel better, Whumpee, I promise."
Whumpee blinks through the pain and the blurring light, searching for Caretaker's face. On the edge of the too-bright blur, between involuntary, heavy blinks that are getting harder to open again, Caretaker's familiar shape and color appear.
As so many rough hands yank and pull, slipping Whumpee's ankles and wrists into padded restraints, and straps pin them down across the waist and chest, a soft touch passes through Whumpee's hair.
"It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay."
The gentle hand sifts through their bangs, soaked with sweat, and brushes them back. Lips brush the shell of their ear and whisper words Whumpee won't remember.
When the pinch in the crook of their arm erupts and sustains, lasting and lasting, and lasting, without release, and the ice fills their veins, Caretaker's whispers like white noise, a hand in their hair, and another hand rubbing gentle circles into Whumpee's chest, are the only things coaxing their mind's eye away from the needle stuck in their flesh.
Whumpee's eyes have shut, sealing them in the cool, quiet dark.
"You're going to be alright," Caretaker soothes as shock and exhaustion drag Whumpee into sleep.
[There's a shadow sitting yet again in a corner of the room, this time eating a sugary snack]
Hi, are you awake?
Needle Anon
`*He is awake now, albeit still a bit disoriented, holding his head with his left hand.*
"Oh. I.. hello. Where did you get.. that."
Hey, so, how long do I have these stitches for? It's starting to get itchy again. Also there's a small puddle of blood in the kitchen that may or may not be mine but I already clean it so don't worry.
Needle Anon
?? stitches? actually i don't remember what happened after i bandaged your arm
just ask arán, i guess
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