The cause leading up to the shock - blood loss, panic attack, a sudden traumatic event.
The intensified feeling of softness. Everything feels soft, even metal. It's like being on a cloud.
Uncontrollable shaking.
Hyperventilation.
So cold. Everything is so cold.
Whumpee looks frighteningly pale.
Caretaker feeling the dangerous speed of whumpee's pulse.
Caretaker keeping whumpee warm with body heat.
Caretaker covering whumpee's eyes to block out light because overstimulation can make it worse.
Whumpee passing out from shock.
That sickly sweet, heady, half-numb feeling that's almost pleasant yet so unpleasant and settles deep in the bones.
A deep, extreme longing to be held and comforted.
Laughing in a strange, airy voice as everything goes distant.
Also, while writing this post, I learned that there are multiple types of shock, including distributive, hypovolemic, cardiogenic, and obstructive shock, according to the NIH. Hypovolemic is what I was picturing, but they're all full of potential.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry!" Sidekick said as they watched Villain's body convulse on the floor. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!"
Villain's body was on fire. Every single muscle fiber burned in their body. They wanted reassure Sidekick that it was fine. That this much electricity wouldn't kill them. That they've been shocked way worse before. But they couldn't get the air to speak.
"I don't know how to stop! How do I stop?" Sidekick shrill cry had Villain rolling their eyes to stare up at Sidekick.
Sidekick's powers were still unstable. Sidekick had been working closely with Villain to get better control over their powers. But this was the worst loss of control Villain had seen yet.
Villain didn't have the air to say that Sidekick needed to calm down. Didn't have the air to say that Sidekick needed to take a deep breath. Didn't have the air to say anything. They could only hope they would pass out soon and then Sidekick would stop.
Just had a girl start choking in class. She's known to be a joker so everyone thought she was faking until she fell on the floor. All her friends were frozen in shock and all I managed to do was hop over a desk before the teacher gave her the Heimlich. She's fine now.
If someone’s in shock, you’ve probably been told to keep the person warm and to cover them with a blanket
NOT ALWAYS
The point of covering someone with a blanket is to maintain homeostasis, which in this situation means keeping your body temperature the same
If it’s the middle or the summer and it’s HOT out then you DONT MAKE THEM HOTTER
You just need to maintain a stable body temperature, blankets are only used to prevent cooling. That isn’t necessary if it’s hot outside
Try to provide shade for the person if they’re in direct sunlight, but don’t move them unless absolutely necessary. You can block sunlight with your body or other objects
And don’t give them anything to drink, as that can be fatal.
This is coming from someone certified in Basic Life Support, but by any means if you have more education in the subject then please add.
matsuhana 11 bc i desire angst w my most lighthearted otp
11) I almost lost you kiss
They were laughing when it happened.
Hanamaki and Matsukawa had been invited up to Oikawa’s top floor hotel suite in an Expensive hotel where he was staying with the rest of his team. Oikawa had poured them and Iwaizumi some drinks and they sipped them as they all meandered their way onto the balcony.
Oikawa sat down on a plush suntanning seat and leaned back into it, moaning at the release of his muscles. Iwaizumi snorted at him while Hanamaki snickered and they moved closer to the railing. Matsukawa looked at the second seat and said, “You know, I would, but I think the prince needs some alone time with that chair, and I’m not sure I want to be anywhere near that.”
Matsukawa walks over to where Hanamaki and Iwaizumi have their elbows leaned on the low railing. It’s kind of comical how bent over they are to lean on it, and Matsukawa smothers a snicker. He smoothly flicks Iwaizumi’s ear as he walks past to get a growl and, just for shits and giggles, he slides in between the two of them, nudging them apart and leaning into Hanamaki.
Iwaizumi rubs his ear and says, “Hey asshole, knock it off.”
Hanamaki jumps in with a grin. “Oh he promised me to ‘knock it off’ later, if you know what I mean~” He gives Iwaizumi a wink, and Oikawa leans up to laugh as well.
Matsukawa leans his butt back against the railing, laughing with the others as Iwaizumi starts to protest, “That doesn’t even make any–”
But that’s all that Matsukawa hears because his brain is floating out of his body as he realizes that he’s pitching backwards and oh shit the railing was lower than he thought and the world is tipping and fear is sprinting through him and–
Matsukawa’s head snaps back but he stops falling because Iwaizumi has grabbed him by the front of the shirt. He reaches out and Hanamaki catches his hand pulls him back upright. Matsukawa clutches at Hanamaki’s arm but he looks over him to where Oikawa is sitting up with wide eyes. Matsukawa makes eye contact with him but he’s fairly certain he’s not actually seeing anything.
There are needles in his arms.
“Issei, look at me.”
Matsukawa hasn’t even really processed what just about happened, but he looks down into his boyfriend’s terrified eyes. Hanamaki’s fingers are the needles in his arms. He’s shaking.
Wait, Matsukawa is shaking, too.
“Here, why don’t you guys sit down on the chairs?” Iwaizumi suggests.
Hanamaki just stares at him, a lost look taking over his face. Matsukawa would kinda like to sit down but he also just wants to look at Hanamaki forever, and he’s not sure if Hanamaki will move.
“C’mon…”
Thank god for Iwaizumi because Matsukawa’s mouth isn’t working to tell Hanamaki he’d like to sit down. Iwaizumi nudges them towards the chairs and Oikawa startles into motion and jumps up to make room. They each sit on a chair sideways and keep staring at each other, hands gripping each other.
Oikawa hovers over him and asks, “Mattsun, are you alright? You look horribly pale.”
“Tooru, why don’t we give them some space?”
“But he almost–”
Hanamaki’s grip tightens.
“Don’t. Let’s go.”
Then it’s just the two of them.
Matsukawa… can’t really feel anything? That means he’s fine right? Then why can’t he talk? Why is he shaking? Why can he taste the tears that must be running down his face?
Hanamaki is shaking too, which is nice. Then Matsukawa doesn’t feel left out.
Matsukawa just desperately wants to be closer to him. These chairs aren’t close enough to each other; there’s like, three too many feet between them right now.
Matsukawa slithers onto the ground of the balcony and shuffles to kneel between Hanamaki’s feet, then he wraps his arms around him and buries his face in Hanamaki’s chest. The contact is really something, it feeds something suddenly starving within him.
He’s vaguely aware of Hanamaki’s loud sobs above him. Matsukawa would comfort him but he’s trying to pull himself together first.
“Oh my god.”
Matsukawa hugs him tighter even as the concrete of the roof scrapes his knees.
“Issei, please. I love you, please. Please look at me.”
Matsukawa wants to be selfish and stay in his happy place in Hanamaki’s chest but of course, he loves Hanamaki too, and he wants to see his eyes again anyway so it’s fine. He pulls away slowly, leaving a snotty, wet spot on Hanamaki’s shirt.
His hands are in Matsukawa’s hair and he tilts his head up for him. Hanamaki looks horrible, with his crumpled face, his dripping nose and shining streaks of tears on his face.
But his eyes, they’re what Matsukawa fell in love with. That, and his smile. Matsukawa wishes Hanamaki would smile but the feelings are starting to come and Matsukawa feels horrible and frightened and shaken to his core. So he can understand why Hanamaki wouldn’t be smiling.
Hanamaki leans down to press their foreheads together. Matsukawa closes his eyes and revels in the feeling, the touch that feeds him.
They breathe together.
Hanamaki presses soft kisses against Matsukawa’s lips and cheeks and a lingering kiss sits on his forehead.
Later, he decides. Later, they can smile and laugh again.
