Note; this prompt is based off of a story named "The Healer" by Glyphbellchime.
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The whumpee feels themselves falling, bracing for impact and death, they hit the ground and get roughed up even more by the terrain, their clothes already torn up by previous damage, now getting even more tattered by the fall. The whumpee is injured now, and in a life-or-death situation.
But..... someone else soon comes along.
The caretaker sees the poor whumpee all battered, bloodied, bruised, and dirtied. Several wounds appear on their body; some are deep, others are shallow. The caretaker comes up to the whumpee, getting them out of the dangerous situation.
By that point; everything's just become too much, and the whumpee falls unconscious.
The caretaker picks the unconscious whumpee up, taking them to their place.
The caretaker finally arrives home and sets the whumpee down gently, a few of the caretaker's friends see the unconscious stranger and are worried about them, taking notice at how injured the whumpee was. One comes up to the whumpee, checking them, the whumpee winced; yet they didn't fully wake. The caretaker came over, picking the whumpee up again and taking them to another room in order to tend to their afflictions. The caretaker puts a hand on whumpee's forehead, now noticing that the whumpee was feverish.....
This whole “stores are closed on Sundays” thing here in Germany can be really inconvenient when you work long all week and can’t gather the energy to go grocery shopping on Saturday. Guess I’ll live on ordered food once again this weekend...