Since you just did AI-less Whumptober, I was wondering if could recall the kdramas that treated the minor injuries, like a scraped knee, on the same level as a heart attack lol. And the male lead is like, we have to take you to a hospital straight away
Hey anon!
This isn't my forte but a few came to mind where the lead's reaction is exaggerated, or the caretaker's is exaggerated. Might not be exactly what you're looking for, but these are the kdramas I thought of. There are a lot of Chinese/Thai series that do this though!
thinking about a Whumpee who has never known a kind touch. Or who’s been hurt for so long that they can’t remember how gentle human touch can be. But here is someone cleaning their wounds. Treating and bandaging them with touches so light that they could almost mistake this for care. It is a sensation so surprising, so sweet, that all they can do is turn their head and gaze into Caretaker’s face in wonderment as something like bliss washes over them. Because they can’t be real, can they? And if they are real, they can’t be human. Caretaker pauses to look at them, a little taken aback by tear-brimmed eyes so wide, so adoring, that they actually blush, before returning to their delicate work.
It took Reiken a few minutes before he realized that he was waking up. Again pain rushed through him. It hurt so badly. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that there was someone talking to him. He just could not make out what they were saying.
"There we go...." the voice said, finally clearing up a bit "Now you just need to keep on moving.... We're almost out, just a bit longer"
The voice kept on talking, but the rest of the words were just a jumble through his mind. He realized that he was moving, someone was helping him to move, but his painfilled mind just did not understand what was going on at all.
With every move, it felt like something was stabbing him. Over and over and over again. It hurt so badly.
"Stay with me, Sage..." the voice said, becoming clear again for a few seconds "You'll be fine.... I'm going to fix you up"
Reiken groaned, before his eyes started flickering open.
"....sorry..." he whispered.
"Shit... you're awake..." the voice said "Dammit.... it would have been better if you stayed asleep.... Alright, I'm going to help you, so stay with me"
Reiken whimpered, just holding on to the person.
"Right.... I'll give you something for the pain, when we get to my place..." the voice said "It's a bit of a walk.... but you'll be save there, got it?"
".... sorry...." Reiken whispered again.
"You're really a piece of work, Sage..." the voice said "Why the hell didn't you fight back? You could have gotten away if you wanted to"
"Not even to save yourself?" the voice asked, starting to sound a bit out of breath "That's not good... you need to take care of yourself as well, Sage"
Silence fell between the two.
Reiken whimpered as he moved a bit to much.
"Do we need to stop a bit?" the voice asked.
Reiken nodded slightly. ".... please.... Can't... breathe" he whimpered.
The voice went quiet for a moment before the movement stopped. "It's alright" the voice continued "Just get some rest.... Then we can start moving again when you feel a bit stronger"
Gently the person lowered Reiken to the ground.
Reiken gasped softly, his body relaxing slightly. The hands holding him up disappeared and he looked around. A blurred face appeared in his line of sight.
"Sage" the voice said and he could see that it was the blurred talking to him "I'm going to bandage some of your wounds.... It's going to hurt... they beat you up pretty badly"
"Why...." Reiken whispered "... are you... helping...?"
"Because.... You protected us" the figure said "By the way... I used to be Spirit Clan.... but... please don't be scared of me"
A sadness rushed through Reiken. Ignoring the pain in his body, he lifted his hand, reaching to the figure.
"...Sorry... for... failing you..." he whispered.
The figure caught his hand, slowly lowering it to the ground again. "Don't move, Sage... you'll make your injuries worse"
It took Reiken a while before he realized that the figure was now treating his wounds. Pain rippled through him with every touch. It slowly started to overwhelm him, until he had to bite back a scream.
His vision black out and the last thing he heart was the voice calling out to him.
***
Yuran clenched his jaw as he looked at the Sage. The fire Sage passed out as he reset the immortal's broken arm. It did not surprise him all that much. The torture they put him through just made him so angry.
Why would they do something like that? It's not like the Sage did anything wrong. He just protected them.
And just look at where that got him.
Breathing out, Yuran carefully lifted the Sage again. They needed to keep om moving. He did not want the villagers to find them again. It wouldn't be good for them.
He wasn't sure he'd be able to get them to back off again. They were pretty onto it that the Sage was a monster or something.
If only they knew that he used to be part of the Spirit Clan.
They'd probably try to kill him as well. Unlike the Sage, he wasn't going to just stand there and let them take him.
"Curses, Sage...." Yuran muttered as he started moving again "Why do you have to care about us humans so much? At least try and take care of yourself"
With a grunt he shifted the Sage a bit as he kept on walking. This was going to take a while. Since it almost took two hours for him to walk to his place on his own. So going so slowly with the Sage, it might take them so much longer.
Not just that, they had to stop every now and then so he could make sure the Sage was still alright.
Well... Alive...
He doubted that the Sage would die so easily, but he was not going to take the chance on that.
They were almost half way, when the Sage groaned softly.
Yuran looked at the pale face over his shoulder. "Sage?" he asked as he kept on moving. The Sage's face was so pale that he was surprised that the immortal was still alive.
They were leaving a blood trail behind as well.
If the demons did not follow the smell, he'd be shocked.
Taking a deep breath, Yuran kept on moving. The sooner they get to his house, the quicker he can take care of the Sage's injuries.
The Sage woke up another quarter of the way towards Yuran's home.
"Sage" he said "Are you still alright? We stop a bit if you want to?"
"....I'm... sorry..." the Sage whispered, pain in his voice "... don't worry.... about... met"
"I really hope you don't think that I should just leave you here"
The Sage lifted his head slightly. "... don't... want to... cause trouble" he muttered before coughing.
Yuran could hear just how painful that was.
"Don't talk, Sage" he said "Just focus on staying awake"
Silence fell as they kept on moving, until a small house came into view. Not a house exactly, more like a cottage.
"We're here" Yuran said softly as he carried the Sage to the small cottage "You don't have to worry about anything here... The people wouldn't bother you"
The Sage lifted his head slightly. "Thank... you" he whispered.
"You don't need to thank me, Sage" Yuran said "I'm just repaying the favour"
"I.... don't... understand" the Sage said, before coughing again.
"You've saved my life before" Yuran said as he opened the door carrying the Sage inside "And you didn't care that I was Spirit Clan... So now I will make sure that you have a save place to stay"
Yuran let the Sage lay down on the small couch. "I'm going to get my treatment bag" he said.
Sage's eyes flickered open, glancing towards him.
"Thank... you" he whispered.
Yuran nodded and quickly disappeared deeper into the small cottage. When he came back again, the Saga was sitting up slightly, pressing a hand against his side.
"You shouldn't be sitting up" Yuran said, kneeling in front of the sage.
"...Who.. are you?" the Sage asked, his voice weak, but also very gentle.
"My name is Yuran... Sage" Yuran said, surprised.
The Sage shook his head slightly. "Don't... call me... that" he said "...my name is... Reiken. Thank you"
Yuran blinked, before he nodded. "Alright" he said "I... need to treat your injuries. It's going to hurt"
Reiken nodded slightly. "...I know" he said "It's alright"
"I'm going to get some water... we need to make sure none of the wounds get infected" Yuran said, getting up again.
Reiken just watched as Yuran left. His head hurt so badly, not that the rest of his body felt any different. At least the bleeding had stopped. Clenching his jaw, he just waited. There wasn't anything else he could do. He was sure they fractured his leg and broke his arm badly.
When Yuran returned, he carried a bowl with water.
"I'm sorry if this is going to hurt" he said "But we need to clean it and... it looks like I'll have to.... um... reset your arm"
Reiken nodded. "Thank you" he said.
"Alright..." Yuran said, carefully taking Reiken's broken arm "Let's do this first"
Before Reiken could say anything, Yuran twisted his arm back into place. He smothered a scream as the pain tore through his arm. His vision blurred before the pain overwhelmed him completely and he just slumped to the side.
Yuran cussed softly, but did not say anything as he caught the Sage, carefully letting him lay down again.
"Now I need to hurry" he muttered to himself. If he could take care of most of the injuries before the Sage wakes up, things would be much easier.
Quickly Yuran started working, going as fast as he could.
When the Sage woke up again, Yuran already took care of his injuries as was working in the kitchen.
Reiken slowly struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body. Slowly he limped over to where the sounds were coming from. The young man that helped him before, was moving around in the small kitchen.
Hesitating, Reiken glanced back towards the couch.
"You shouldn't be up" the now familiar voice said, making Reiken jump and quickly look back.
Yuran stood in front of him, looking worried.
Immediately Reiken stepped back, only for a bolt of red hot pain to shoot up his leg. It gave in beneath him and he fell.
Yuran's eyes widened slightly, as he shot forward, catching the immortal.
"Hey... Don't go doing stupid things like that..." he said, holding Reiken up "You are going to hurt yourself"
"...sorry..." Reiken whispered, his voice feeling raw.
Yuran sighed. "That's alright... just be careful" he said "You got pretty beaten up"
Slowly he helped Reiken back to the couch. "Don't get up again... I'm making us some dinner" he said "After we've gotten something to eat, we can decide what to do next"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun
Characters: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Brief Mentions of Other KinnPorsche Characters
Additional Tags: Intimacy, Sensuality, Mild Sexual Content, Mild Language, Lowercase, Treating Wounds, Slow Romance, Body Worship, Blood and Injury, Bathtubs
Series: Part 7 of for vegaspete
Summary:
You can meet Blue a little bit now and hear why he’s a baby we need to protect at all costs.
Warnings: Contains a fight, deaths ( unnamed enemies), healing/treating wounds, and descriptions of previous and extreme cloudwalker whump.
Master-list Here
Approx WC: 3000
Orrien sent Avizon into a deep sleep before he could try to make a new argument. This was a bad wound, and it would need to be treated quickly. He was already losing a lot of blood. Orrien removed his hand from his forehead, frowning at how it had felt. Fever was already settling in, hidden by the coldness the weather plagued him with.
“I think you’ll be here a little more than one night,” he sighed, He took out his knife and mumbled a spell over it. The blade shone bright white for a moment and then faded back off. Now purified and clean, he set to work on carefully cutting it out of Avizon’s leg.
Avizon managed a groan, to clench his fists and whimper, which made Orrien pause and look up, he put his hand on his head and demanded him to sleep, which silenced him once again, making him go limp.
“Stop fighting it, or it’s the frying pan next. Stubborn ox,” he mumbled, focusing on the wound again. He was quick but careful as he extracted the arrowhead. He grimaced at the sight of the agonising barbs. It was a good thing Avizon had had the sense not to just pull it out. Orrien put pressure on it for now, stopping the blood flow.
Orrien was surprised when Blue walked into the cottage. “Did the two cloudwalkers not find you? Are you alright?”
“Yes, sir, they found me, and I’m alright, but they haven’t eaten. Ihuka is getting nervous, thinking he’s done something wrong. I… I thought it would be alright to feed them?”
Orrien frowned, hearing how Ihuka was. He hoped Avizon hadn’t been hurting them. Such beautiful creatures, so kind and loyal to those who deserved it. “Of course you can.”
“If you don’t wish to care for them, you don’t have to, mind you. I understand why it might be difficult for you,” Orrien added.
“It’s… actually nice, being able to see more of my kind, to be able to talk to them, Dyan is even missing a little bit of his horn. I’d like to stay with them tonight, to be able to talk to them. I’ve never met a cloudwalker from here before, only from the south,” he said. Orrien sighed softly, watching Blue nervously scratching at his head where his horns once had been.
“Then as I’ve told you before, you’re welcome to do whatever you wish. Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked softly. Blue nodded and dropped his hand, realising what he was doing. “Yes, sir, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts- I.I’ll go and get that food.”
“Stay alert,” he advised. “I do not know if their attackers will return. You call for me immediately if you feel endangered, you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Orrien nodded and Blue left.
Orrien sighed, his mind filled with tender memories of Blue, how he’d first found him, barely alive, how long of a road to recovery it had been… Orrien had never intended to have a cloudwalker living in the house, but now he couldn’t imagine life without him. He cared for him with all his might and loved him like a son.
Not unlike another man he knew. With the arrowhead removed, he eased some healing magic into Avizon’s leg. It wasn’t easy, it was a complicated area with plenty of nerves but he had plenty of experience. He’d limp for a few days, but then hopefully, it would be able to fully heal.
Orrien finished bandaging up his leg for the sake of support, left his clothes to dry near the fire and carried him to his own bed to rest with his powers when he heard footsteps, followed by a loud squeak. Blue.
Orrien rushed outside and saw Blue standing at the barn doors, terrified and shaking. He'd dropped the bowls on the floor. Three men were in front of him, no doubt some of the men who’d attacked Avizon.
“Blue, inside!” he ordered.
The men jumped and two of them turned around. “Back off, old man, once we get what we came for we’ll be on our way.”
Orrien’s magic sprung to life in his hands. “Last chance.”
Blue hid in the barn, kicking away the man who tried to follow him. Orrien hurled an orb of magic at the man. No! No one got to even scare that boy. The orb wrapped around him and froze him into place. Break. He willed. With a hoarse scream, there was a loud crack, and the man dropped down dead.
Orrien glared at the other two. One drew their bow and tried to fire at him. Orrien glared at the arrow, and redirected it back to the man. It hit its mark, and he too fell dead.
That left one, and he was stupid enough to have gone into the barn. He dared even get near Blue.
Orrien rushed forward, only to find Ihuka on top of the attacker, pinning him on the ground, teeth snapping as he tried to get at his throat. Orrien quickly used his magic to drag Ihuka off, which drew a squeak from him. Orrien held onto the third attacker.
Stop.
The man convulsed, and then he too was dead. His heart stopped immediately. Orrien did not like to kill, but he was not going to let anyone hurt those under his protection. He permitted quick deaths.
Orrien released Ihuka from his hold and watched him curl up in fear. Orrien approached him carefully, but the other Cloudwalker, Dyan was there first, comforting him. Orrien looked at Blue, who was breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. He seemed unhurt.
Orrien ushered him closer and held him close, giving him the reassurance he needed. “It’s alright, lad, you’re safe.” Orrien wiped the tears from his eyes with his thumb. “You’re so brave… has the horse been tended to?”
Blue nodded with a sniffle.
“Then you three can stay in the house, where it’s safe.”
Orrien paused when Ihuka shyly came over to them both, head down in submission. He was shaking. Orrien patted his head as Avizon had before.
“You’re not in trouble, little one. You protected Blue… thank you.”
It quickly became clear Ihuka’s speaking wasn’t as good, but Blue translated it for him and Ihuka smiled. Orrien frowned when he saw a piece of root in Ihuka’s hand, offering it out to Blue. Who looked at it with confusion.
“It’s liquorice… He wants to make Blue feel better,” Dyan explained.
Blue took it nervously, he wasn’t sure what to do with it, but once he smelled it, he had an urge to eat it. He started chewing on it with his back teeth. He let out a happy meeping noise and chewed away.
Orrien patted Ihuka’s head again. “Good bird."
The three of them were soon sat at the kitchen table, with Ihuka and Dyan on stools. Orrien had fed them in between checking on Avizon. Blue was happy talking to Dyan and Ihuka, and Orrien was overjoyed to see him happy. He might have to start visiting Avizon more if they befriended each other.
He heard a thump and a groan. Ihuka’s wings immediately fluffed up and he growled. Orrien hushed him gently. He knew that sound.
“You tried to walk, didn’t you?” Orrien called as he went into his room, finding Avizon clutching his leg on the floor.
“I’m fine, thank you for rushing to my aid,” Avizon grunted sarcastically, trying to lift himself up with a deep wince.
“Well for one thing, I know you’re not fine so there's no point asking, and second, it doesn’t matter how fast I pick you up, it’s still going to hurt,” Orrien said, reaching down to help him up to his feet despite how he choked out a torn cry of pain.
“My word, lad… Come on, I’ll help you to the kitchen, I’d like to know what’s going on and you need to eat.”
Orrien helped him into the kitchen and Dyan chirruped happily. Ihuka tilted his head in concern.
"I'm fine, good birds," he winced as he sat down. Orrien got him a mug of herb water and some stew.
"The water will help the pain… What in seven realms happened out there? Who have you pissed off this time?"
"What makes you think I've annoyed someone?" he shrugged.
Orrien rolled his eyes. "Because I've known you since you were knee high- and more men showed up once you slept- dealt with, rest assured. But this is clearly a hunt, Avizon. So who is it?"
"Erix…" Dyan whimpered. Orrien turned to look at him quickly, then to Avizon.
"We don't know that for sure, Dyan. I’ve annoyed far more than him."
"B.but he said he wasn't done…" Dyan whispered, dipping his head down.
"Erix?!" Orrien exclaimed. "Explain. Now."
"Dyan, you can leave the table if you like?" Avizon said but Dyan remained sitting.
"I.it's okay..."
Avizon looked up to Orrien. "Dyan once belonged to Erix. You know the disgusting things the man is into. He used to hurt Dyan until he escaped. I bought Dyan, when he was recaptured. Erix wants him back and I won't give him back."
Orrien eyed Ihuka who was sitting with Blue. He was confused. Orrien had to force himself not to stare at the back of his shoulder, where he’d been branded. Blue quietly explained to Ihuka what was being said. But Orrien didn't want anyone understanding what he said next.
Orrien spoke to Avizon again, this time using a different language, one he'd taught Avizon in the castle when he was younger.
"And yet here you are hurting your own birds."
Avizon's expression turned to one of dread. "I know… that was before, in the first few days. I haven't hurt them since, I've changed."
That much was a relief to hear but he hoped he could prove a point. "Yes and we both know why. It's that damned power of yours! Your dark magic. I told you it corrupts its carrier. The Avizon I knew would never have hurt a hair on their head. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself."
"Then why am I changing?" Avizon retorted. "Could it not just be I've found something to care about? That I have my conscience again?"
"No, because they carry light magic. It's drawing your light magic nearer the surface. Avizon, what will it take for you to give up this evil power?!"
Avizon shook his head. This was a conversation they'd had so many times. "If I gave it up I'd be vulnerable to attack-"
"Your light magic is incredibly strong. It wouldn't be like that."
"It wasn't enough last time," he snapped, but then his face immediately softened. "I'm sorry, but I… I can't take that risk again…"
"Last time was completely different. You know that," Orrien said softly.
"Maybe, but I still have to protect those I care about."
Blue, Ihuka, and Dyan all looked nervous and on edge after their more heated discussion. Avizon smiled softly at his two. "It's alright. Good birds."
Dyan nodded and held Ihuka's hand for a moment, but they looked tired.
"You two have had a long day, maybe you should go to bed?" Avizon suggested.
Ihuka yawned and smacked his lips. "Bed..."
“Yes, clever bird.“ Avizon smiled at him and waited as Blue led them both upstairs.
"Blue seems a nice lad," Avizon said quietly, changing the topic.
"Heart of gold and the courage of a lion really… He's actually a cloudwalker."
Avizon raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you would buy one-"
"Oh, I didn't," he reassured him. "I rescued him. It's because of him I found out about Cloudwalkers' magic."
Avizon frowned. "How did you find out?"
"As you can see… the bastards that took him took everything that they could that made him a cloudwalker, his wings, his horns, his claws- they even filed his fangs. I tried to nurse him back to health but I found that he was dying of starvation- of magic. He stays with me and helps around the farm so that I can give him magic when he needs it. The tattoos he has help him store magic better, but healing has been a long journey…"
"Was he a tawny? Or were the men just cruel bastards?" he wondered.
"He's from the south. A tropical cloudwalker. He eats fish and fruits for the most part. He had blue wings, but the royals… well, they wanted them."
Avizon sighed softly. "I had no idea there were cloudwalkers in tropics… Being able to step back… now I see, Orrien, this has to stop. These creatures don't deserve this at all…"
Orrien shrugged sadly. "There's nothing we can do."
"Don't be too sure. I'm known for changing the unchangeable," Avizon said.
Orrien smiled sadly. "Aye, that's true… you know, I've heard talk of a resistance- a particularly brutish group of cloudwalkers. They go around freeing birds and taking and often killing humans."
"Well I certainly won't be stopping them," Avizon mumbled.
"Nor I."
"Orrien," Avizon sighed. "There's something else I discovered… Cloudwalkers don't just carry magic. They can wield it… Do you know what this means?..."
Orrien frowned, "How do you know?"
"Dyan saw me when I was reading his dream. He saw me and called out to me."
Orrien raised an eyebrow. "Interesting… Well, there's no harm in teaching him a few easy, harmless spells to confirm your theory. Perhaps teach him to speak in the mirror to me, then he could speak to Blue more."
Avizon pulled a face. “You’re the better teacher.”
“I’m sure you can teach him something as simple as that, lad, don’t be dramatic. But for now, you need to stay here, rest, and we can speak in greater detail about our discoveries.”
Avizon sighed and nodded. But he paused. “Wait, I was meaning to check on Ihuka.”
“Why?”
“One of the stall owners was kicking him in the ribs when he took something. He wouldn’t let me see if they were broken.”
Orrien grimaced, “I thought I’d saw him wincing. I’ll go and get him, if he isn’t in bed yet.”
Avizon nodded and waited a few moments until Ihuka came downstairs with him. He looked so very nervous, but Avizon tried to smile softly. “It’s alright. Please let me see your ribs.”
Ihuka stepped back and whimpered, but Avizon held out his hand, inviting him to step forward and take it, as one might to usher a child along. “Come on, little bird, please.”
Ihuka took a deep breath, winced, and came closer. Avizon praised him softly and raised his shirt, revealing deep bruises. Ihuka had his hands ready to push him off.
“What do you think?” Avizon grimaced.
Orrien knelt down in front of Ihuka, very lightly tracing his fingers across the dark purple skin, letting his magic painlessly assess the damage. He paused at a certain point. “There, I can sense it. One crack, but it’s a simple one. I can treat it, if Ihuka will let me?”
“He won’t understand, you’d have to ask one of the others to translate… Blue might be better if he knows how healing feels?"
"You're right," Orrien said. He paused, knowing Blue was lingering in the hallway. "Blue, come here, lad.”
Blue came into the room rubbing his arm. “Yes, sir? Sorry for creeping, I just… my pillow…”
“Of course you can get it. Before you do, could you ask Ihuka if I can heal him. Tell him how it works if he wants to know. It's his choice, or I can just keep giving him something for the pain."
So Blue explained, seeming to explain in detail, but Ihuka looked reassured by it. He hesitantly nodded, but then looked down at his hands. He admitted something, and Orrien saw the look of worry on his face."
"You can, but he's scared he'll lash out," Blue finally translated.
Orrien smiled softly. "That's alright. Sit down, Ihuka, back on your stool." He patted it to emphasise what he needed him to do. Ihuka reached a hand out, considering patting it too.
"Sit?" he repeated with confusion, trying to work out what the word meant.
"Yes, sit," Orrien smiled and Ihuka did so. "Good job, you don't need to be scared."
Avizon offered to help but Orrien refused. He wanted Ihuka to be able to do this on his own. He has his precautions ready anyway, casting a small shield around his head and neck.
Ihuka sat on his hands and screwed up his face tight. Orrien patted his shoulder.
"You can do it. Don't be scared." He gently put his hand on his ribs and Ihuka's breath hitched. His body tried to act but he caught himself in time and stayed still. Orrien kept an eye on him, gently hushing his whimpers as he focused on healing the wound, encouraging the bone to come back together.
He soon finished, and Ihuka rubbed at his head tiredly. Orrien lowered the shield. "Well done, Ihuka. You were very brave. The pain will die down in a few minutes. Go get some sleep."
"Bed…" Ihuka mumbled again, rubbing his eyes.
"I'll get my pillow and take him up," Blue offered nervously. Orrien thanked him.
Alone once more, Orrien looked at Avizon and sighed, seeing the lost expression.
"Not only did he not lash out, but he even stopped himself… When I first got him he’d have ripped your head off… I’m really a monster, I’ve broken him…” Avizon lowered his head in shame.
"The broken can be repaired. He’s not completely broken, I can see the light in him still. He fears you, and it will take a long time to undo that but with patience and kindness, it can be done… If that’s everything I’ll leave you here while I go and dispose of our less welcome guests.”
“You killed them?” Avizon said, surprised.
“They were going after the birds. No one goes after those poor creatures under my protection. If Erix organised for these bandits to attack you, to get Dyan… Avizon, you must be careful. You know how dangerous he is, even if you are stronger.”
“He’s a coward… but I do understand. I’ve learned better than underestimating someone. I didn't want to say it in front of Dyan, but he's right. It only makes sense for this to be his doing. He tried to attack me in the market,” he sighed.
"I doubt Erix will stop until he has another cloudwalker then."
“Go, get rid of them, I’ll stay here until you return. I need to think.”
Orrien nodded, refilled his cup, and left him to reflect on everything.
Since it seems like people on Twitter are just posting whatever makes a tiny bit of sense to them at the time and not actual medical advice, here are some tips from a person who is first aid and CPR certified! (Why you are giving medical advice without taking any kind of first aid class first is beyond me)
I’m mostly doing this about stuff you may encounter during protests, since that’s the biggest thing right now.
- If you get stuff in your eyes, don’t use milk. Milk, especially milk that’s been sitting in someone’s bag on a hot summer day, is very likely to have spoiled and could cause infection. Yes, milk may feel better/relieve more pain (though there is no evidence, it’s likely a placebo effect) but water is much more safe.
- When flushing eyes out, try and have a bottle with a squirt tip or sports drink nozzle, like on Gatorade. If not, it’s okay, it’s just easier to direct the stream that way. Flush eyes out inside to out, spraying gently from nose to cheek, to reduce the chance of getting stuff in the person’s mouth
- If you get shot, DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT put stuff in the wound. Especially without gloves. Infection for you, infection for the person, it’s awful all around. The most important thing is not to plug the wound, but to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Do this for both entrance and exit wounds! Look for exit wounds so you know if the bullet is still inside!
- I’ve heard stuff going on about tourniquets, and please, please, do not use a tourniquet unless you are positive this person will die without one. A tourniquet is placed ABOVE the wound to stop the flow of blood. If done wrongly, it will cause much more harm than good. Unless this person is bleeding out before you, don’t use a tourniquet. And if you end up using a tourniquet, make it out a thick material rather than thin, and write down what time you put it on them! If you’ve got to sharpie on their arm what time, that’s okay. Medical professionals will want to know this info.
- If possible, move the person to a less chaotic area to care for them. But if they’re shot in the head, abdomen, or back, moving them will likely hurt them more and could possibly kill them if the circumstances are right.
- Always talk to the person before taking care of them. Tell them who you are, tell them you’re going to help them. Especially if they’ve been blinded, they are going to want to know who you are. Talk to them, even if they’re unconscious.
- Speaking of which, if they’re unconscious and have no SERIOUS wounds, put them in the recovery position. That is, on the left side, one arm supporting their head, the other arm straight out in front, one leg at a right angle and the other straight. If they have a serious wound, do not do this, as it could cause the wound to become more aggravated.
- If staunching a wound, use absorbent material. Cotton, wool, etc. If you’ve got to rip off a shirt to do this, do it. Keep applying pressure until you get medical help.
- And in all these cases, try and get medical help as soon as possible. I know it may not be possible, but you have to try. I am not a medical professional, but I am trained in first aid, but you likely are not. So please, get the injured person away from the protest as soon as possible, as long as it won’t injure them more.
- Some things to carry if you’re going to a protest:
* water, both for drinking and flushing eyes if needed. A metal container full of water can be used to safely disable tear gas, but that will obviously make the water unusable afterwards. Bring multiple bottles.
* gloves, thick ones, if you plan to be disarming those tear gas canisters.
* bandages, gauze, something absorbent
* sharpie/permanent marker
* a mask. COVID-19 still exists, and also to cover your face so you can’t be identified
Go forth, spread this! Please, I couldn’t stand it if someone was harmed because they received bad medical advice! I promise all of this is true and learned in my first aid course, with the addition of the tear gas tips being researched myself.
Alright, here it is! This one is arguably less whumpy, with a little comfort (cause heaven knows Andrew needs some comfort). I ended up splitting this in half with a different part that I’ll probs post soon cause it’s already edited.
Some world background stuff that I’ll address again- There’s a genetically modified group of people called peculiari that are born with enhanced genetic abilities. There are four main groups: Shapeshifter, Superhuman, Nature Bender, and Mind Reader. Andrew is a shapeshifter. I introduce a Nature Bender briefly here, but that character will probs become kinda important later on.
Tags: @imagination1reality0, @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi, and @thehopelessopus
CW: medical references, needles (an iv), blood, throwing up, restraints, stitches, treating wounds, mention and descriptions of injuries.
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Andrew woke up on fire.
Every ounce of his body burned with each shifted breath and jostled movement.
He quickly realized he couldn’t move very much though. His hands felt free, but at the attempt of pulling his knees to his chest, he realized his ankles were secured with straps, keeping him tied to a- a bed?
No, he thought. It wasn’t comfortable enough to be a bed, but not uncomfortable enough to be a table or cot of some sorts. It was somewhere in between, like, like a medical bed. One that you’d find in a hospital, or an examination room.
The first few seconds he came into full consciousness were filled with panic. He didn’t know where he was, or where he had been. All that registered in his mind was pain. Red hot- searing and cold blue- aching, pain.
A soft hand came atop his chest, pulling a blanket back over him that he didn’t know he’d knocked loose, shushing him gently, pushing him back down to the bed.
“Hey now, you’ve been through quite the ordeal, just breathe for me. You’re gonna be fine.”
Andrew’s eyes barely registered the man that the words were coming from. His vision swimmed in his head as the shapes and figures around him were fuzzy. Nothing clear, but not unidentifiable. An instant wave of relief washed over him as he realized the man wasn’t Splice. He was- a- a doctor.
Doctors are safe.
Doctors are supposed to help people.
Maybe he’d been rescued, put in a hospital, and Ali and Justin were waiting outside until they could come in to visit. Yeah, that was it. This was all just a nightmare.
But doctors don’t tie non-dangerous patients down to the bed.
So either he was in a real hospital, and they discovered his powers and thought he was dangerous, or he was still here. With Splice.
Andrew didn’t like either of those options.
The doctor grabbed his arm in a gentle hand, and as he pulled it away from him, Andrew noticed the IV, and the tubes and cables connecting him to various machines in the room. The man uncapped a vial and inserted an unfamiliar liquid into the IV, his eyes scanning the tube as the liquid slid through, and into his system.
He placed his limb back onto the bed, and then a cautious arm wrapped underneath Andrew’s lower back, lifting him up and forward.
Andrew winced and groaned out at the pressure put on his back.
“Hey now, it’s okay. I just gotta redress these bandages. You can go back to sleep once I’m done. It won’t take long.”
The blanket fell around his lap and he looked down at his stomach, seeing rows and rows of white, medical bandages, blending in with his pale skin. His eyes then went to his wrists, where dark bruises were starting to form from where the restraints had dug into them for so long. He had no doubt that there were some to match on his ankles.
He didn’t even want to imagine what his body looked like underneath the bandages.
The doctor sat on a rolling stool by the bed and started to undress the bandages, carefully pulling away the blood-soaked fabric. As his hands brushed across the markings, Andrew couldn’t help the shiver that took his body. He expected more pain to come at the touch, but there was just a dull, thudding ache across his body. That thudding ache echoed behind his eyes from hours of crying, and straining to see without his glasses.
After a few minutes the bandages laid in a pile on the floor to be scooped into the garbage can across the room. Andrew’s eyes glanced down. He saw the array of red, spattered amidst the white strips, and then his eyes traveled to his chest, where the blood originated. Oozing out of the cuts and slashes down his torso in a slow and steady crawl. If that wasn’t enough to set his stomach in motion, the bruises and the welts that crawled all over his chest and limbs surely would be.
The doctor quickly noticed the lurching that came from Andrew’s stomach, and rushed across the room to grab the garbage can before holding it underneath his head. However, there was nothing to throw up but more water and fluids. His body then decided to try and hack out his lungs as well. It was as if they were a poison, a toxin that his body needed to get rid of. He dry-heaved, tears streaming down his face as he couldn’t breathe, the sobs and coughs wracking through every limb as he choked and sputtered to try and get his body under control.
The doctor kept a firm, but gentle hand on Andrew’s back, as he hacked his lungs out, before finally settling down to some slight wheezing. His body would’ve collapsed back into the bed if not for the hand holding him upright.
“You always throw up at the sight of blood, or was this just a special occasion?”
Andrew wheezed out a reply, surprised at how raspy and broken his voice sounded. “No- only when it- when it’s mine.”
There was silence for a few minutes as the doctor scrambled around the cart of supplies, before pulling out a jar of what looked to be some sort of ointment or cream. He proceeded to clean the cuts and welts from the beating with a rag and disinfectant, before applying the ointment and wrapping him up again.
“My name’s Howe.”
Andrew raised his head in a response, eyes glancing to the Doctor. He seemed young. Like he could be fresh out of college, not any older than 25.
He gestured towards himself with the bottle of cream in one hand, gloved fingers applying it with the other. “I’m a Nature bender. I deal with plants mostly. Natural remedies, ointments, as well as your regular medical stuff of course.” Andrew felt the cold ointment against his back, before the doctor- Howe- moved to his chest. The mixture was pale green, smelling vaguely of mint and some sort of forest.
“This is my own recipe, I’m pretty proud of it. It’s meant to soothe, so it’s good for irritated skin or rashes, but it also prevents infection from entering the body, while helping the skin regrow and heal faster.”
“Wow.” Was all Andrew managed to breath out. It did feel incredibly relaxing. Soothing- like he was in a spa. He could take a whole bath in the stuff.
Howe laid it on thicker where the whip had met his flesh, and where Splice had carved with his knife. His skin had been rubbed raw from the ropes, so by the time they had finished, nearly the whole bottle of cream had been used up.
“I tell you all this to ease your nerves.” Howe began to say. “So you know that I’m a real doctor. I graduated from medical school just a year ago before being…uhh- hired. I’m not just one of those people in a lab coat that Splice has to run his experiments and tests or whatever.”
Before Andrew could ask any questions, he was laid back down and tucked underneath the blanket.
“Now I just need to check that hand again, see how it’s doing and you’ll be good to go back to sleep okay?”
Andrew nodded. He felt tired, the soothing ointment working through his body mixed with painkillers made him feel strangely relaxed.
Everything that happened instantly came back to him when Howe started to unwrap the bandages on his hand. Andrew tried to pull it back towards him, shield it close to his chest.
“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Howe stated, keeping a firm grip around Andrew’s wrist. “I just gotta check up on those stitches I gave you, make sure it’s all still clean and then I’ll bandage it right back up. Promise.”
As soon as the bandages fell away, Andrew’s eyes fell to his lap. He didn’t know if he wanted to look at it. If he even could look at it.
He realized he hadn’t attempted to move the hand since it had happened. It had just hung there limp. So he was grateful when he felt the cold touch of Howe’s hand, as his fingers brushed gently across his palm and around his fingers.
He caught a glimpse, and it thankfully didn’t look as bad as he thought. The wound was clean. The marking from the knife only marred by rows of stitches holding the skin closed tightly. It was raw, and red and irritated, but other than that, it didn’t look too terrible.
Andrew was scared to ask, but he needed to know.
“Is- is it gonna be okay?” The doctor glanced up. “My- my hand. Is it gonna be okay?”
Howe deflected the question, looking back down again.
“Do you feel this?” Howe trailed a finger up and down the side of Andrew’s thumb. The boy nodded. “Can you wiggle your finger for me?”
Andrew tried, but all he managed to do was get a slight twitch, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for it. The boy tried to slow down the panic that was rising in his chest. He tried to wiggle a finger again, but all he managed to do with his efforts was send new spikes of pain shooting through his hand. He hissed through his teeth, groaning from pain and frustration.
“Not yet.” Howe stated. “Give it some time to heal. It’ll be stiff for a long time, but if you work at it slowly, you should regain most of the normal function.”
“Most?” Howe released his hand back to him with the clean bandages, Andrew pulled it tightly to his chest. “What do you mean most? Wait…”
Howe pushed him back down onto the bed, placing the blanket over him. “You suffered pretty severe damage to the nerves, tendons, and blood vessels in your palm. I managed to reconnect as many as I could given the circumstances, but it’ll take a long time to heal. We won’t know how much function you will actually have until much later. For now, all you can do is rest.”
Andrew wanted to ask many, many more questions, but he was incredibly tired. Even being awake for just a few minutes had wore him down. His body sank into the bed, and right as he started drifting to unconsciousness, a familiar figure walked into the room.
Person A being injured and unable to care for themselves, but they are the only competent person when it comes to treating wounds. So they have to instruct person B on how to take care of them.
Bonus points if the treatment is super painful and there are no painkillers, or there are plenty of painkillers available but person A refuses them bc they have to keep their head clear.
Props to you if A says: "no matter what comes out of my mouth, keep going" And when they scream, they scream whumper's name or a broken "please". Perhaps they say "thank you" and person B thinks it's for treating them, but if person A didn't say it whumper would hurt them so much worse.
