whumpee propped up against caretaker’s chest when the fever takes away all of their strength, lucid enough to enjoy some company
whumpee propped up against the pillows, eager to be active but unable to move around all that much; perhaps tomorrow they’ll be able to sit properly, at least
whumpee leaning on caretaker’s shoulder when they try to get up and walk for the first time since the injury
whumpee held up in a saddle, caretaker sitting behind them with their arm wrapped protectively around whumpee’s chest
whumpee sitting at the backseat of a car, their head pressed to the cool glass; they’re still shivering but caretaker’s coat’s warm and cozy, it feels like home, and they can’t help but relax
whumpee leaning on the table, eyes closed and breaths shaky, when a sudden fainting spell washes over them
whumpee sitting on the ground with their back against the wall, too weak to get up while the adrenaline wears off