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Y’all thought you saw the last of Devin? Nope! Now there’s going to be a whole ‘nother month of them for @comfortember 2020! I’m super excited for this month and I hope y’all will be too!
CW: rescued whumpee, medical whump (pretty vague and probably not accurate), heavy references to past trauma/injuries/violence, injuries descriptions, anxiety/panic, let me know if I missed anything!
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They awoke to a flurry of activity and sharp pain. They sucked in a gasping breath, their eyes fluttering, but unable to stay open for long. They caught flashes of light and murmured words. Groaning softly, they tried to roll over there was something digging into my back it hurts but then there were hands pushing them down, holding them there.
They whimpered quietly as the voices said something about sedation and restraining. They tried to speak, to tell them i can be quiet i can be good please don’t hurt me anymore but their throat, their voice, wasn’t working.
There was a small prick on the inside of their arm and then this warm, floaty feeling spread through their veins and into their head and they knew nothing.
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Devin was lying on something soft, and they felt all warm and tingly all over their body. The sharp smell of chemicals hit their nose, though, and their eyes flew open, unprepared for the fluorescent lighting to assault their eyes.
With a near-silent groan, they squeezed their eyes back shut. Their mind spun as they tried to piece together their broken memories of the last.. however long it had been.
They knew two things: Duncan had tried to kill them, and Duncan had saved their life. These were two conflicting ideas, yet Devin was absolutely certain of both of them.
They heard the quiet sound of footsteps and forced their eyes open again. Squinting against the bright lights, they made out a figure moving around them. Looking beyond them, they stared around at the small room they were in, a trickle of sunlight floating through a curtained off window along one wall and cold lights hanging above them.
They were in the hospital, they realized. They were laying in a hospital bed, with machines beeping on either side of them, and a nurse checking their vitals.
Devin croaked softly, trying to let the young woman - for they could see now that it was a pretty brunette woman standing above them - know they were awake.
She jumped, looking down at them. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “You’re awake!” Devin stared up at her, confused and a little more than panicked as she scurried from the room.
They weren’t left alone to dwell on their thoughts for long. Within a few moments, an older man with a white coat was walking in.
He took a seat in one of the uncomfortable looking chairs situated next to the bed. He gave them a friendly smile before flipping around a couple pages he held together on a clipboard. Finding what he wanted, he looked back up at them and cleared his throat. “So, uh, Mx. Connally. I’m Dr. Smith.” Devin, they wanted to correct him. I’m just Devin. “You were in a pretty bad accident. We found you in an abandoned field outside of Middleland, unconscious and severely injured. We’re not entirely sure what happened to you, so we’re going to need to ask you some questions.
“First though,” he smiled at them in what they thought was supposed to be a reassuring way. It wasn’t. “Let me get you up to speed on what we know so far. Your legs show signs of some fractures all along them, and your ankles seem to have sustained similar injuries previous to this. You also have heavy bruising along much of your torso. It’s probable you also are suffering from a concussion. You also have several older injuries, along your hand and, um, arms.” The burns down their arm seemed to itch in response. “Your throat is the worst. It was also severely bruised and damaged many of your vocal cords. However, it should be healing and will most likely not leave any lasting damage. For the time being, though, try your best not to speak too much.”
Devin nodded warily. They were still feeling a bit muddled, their memories patchy at best and completely wrong or missing at worst. They still couldn’t seem to wrap their head around the fact that they were actually here, in a hospital, and that they were going to get caught he’s going to find you and take you back and hurt you you ran away safe.
They were pulled back out of their thoughts when the doctor cleared his throat. “Now, do you remember what happened? Because you were reported missing nearly four weeks ago.”
Four weeks? No, it had only been a couple of days, not nearly a month. Devin stopped hearing the doctor, their thoughts spinning within their mind. All of which immediately froze as the doctor laid a gloved hand on their arm.
“Mx. Connally? Devin? Are you alright? You look sick.” All Devin could do was no i’m not alright i haven’t been alright in weeks apparently frantically shake their head. Dr. Smith frowned, setting his clipboard aside. “Just breathe now, Devin. Deep breaths.”
Devin jerked away from him, their eyes growing wide and tearful, trying to tell myself it’s not him he’s not him he’s trying to help he’s not going to hurt me steady themself.
The doctor, seeing their reaction, lifted his hands midway in the air and leaned back from them. “Woah, Devin, you’re okay. You-you’re safe.” He didn’t really seem to know what to say, so he just kept repeating mindless reassurances as they slowly settled back down.
Finally, they looked back up at him, hastily scrubbing away the tears. He gave them a concerned smile before standing up. “I think that’s all I have for now, so just try to rest. A nurse should be coming in in just a bit to check on you, and don’t hesitate to call one of them in here if you need anything.” He stalled for a moment longer before quickly picking up his clipboard and walking out, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
Devin turned away from the door and towards the window, ignoring the protests from their body at the movement. Instead, they stared out at the small sliver they could see outside their window as they repeated in their head
