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“Oh, caretaker, look at them,” whumper exclaims, dismayed. “You've been treating them all wrong! Poor thing doesn't know what to do anymore...”

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"tsk tsk tsk, and to think there was a time when you were so obedient" whumper teases as they kneel down to meet whumpee's eyes. "We just have to fix what's broken, don't we?"

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Whumper beating caretaker until the loud thuds turn into echoing wet slaps. Caretaker's face barely recognizable under the cuts, blood, and bruises. All because of the simple idea that caretaker would take whumpee away from whumper. Bonus points if whumpee is forced to watch, begging to go back with whumper if it means caretaker will be spared.

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"hey, that hurts y'know?" Whumpee calls out behind them, pulling against the gentle touch.

"It would hurt less if you would stay still, y'know?" Caretaker retorts, trying to hold whumpee still as they stitch whumpee's wounds.

An uneasy silence falls upon the room as caretaker continues to work on whumpee.

"You don't have to take care of me, I hope you know that." whumpee whispers as they scoot away from caretaker, inching closer to the edge of the bed the two are sitting on.

"Hey, whumpee..." Caretaker softy calls out, moving over to sit beside whumpee, facing them. "It's not about 'having' to." Caretaker whispers as they place a hand over whumpees exposed chest.

"Yeah? Then what is it?" Whumpee questions as their attention turns over to caretaker.

"I just....I don't want you getting hurt. I need you to be ok" caretaker answers, as their hand traces up to whumpees cheek, gently caressing their face.

"Need, hm? Dont worry, I wont die and leave you in a whumpee-less world, now would I?" Whumpee chuckles as they turn their torso more towards caretaker, gently placing their hand on caretakers thigh.

Caretakers heart skips a beat at the motion. "Wouldn't be the first time you tried something like that." Caretaker retorts. "Remember when you got hit right here-" caretakers train of thought gets interrupted as they trail their hand from whumpee's cheek back down to their chest.

"Whumpee?"

"Hm?"

"Your heart's beating really fast"

"And your breathing got really heavy"

Caretaker locks eyes with whumpee, and whumpee was right, caretaker's breathing was less controlled than before.

Whumpee's hand moves from caretaker's thigh to their hip, gently pulling them in until their breaths can be felt on each other's skin.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker breathed, tracing whumpee's arm with their other hand until their hand is overlapping whumpee's on their hip.

"Yes?" Whumpee questions, raising their other hand to cup the back of caretakers neck, rubbing their thumb over caretakers skin.

"We should get back to fixing you up" caretaker purred.

"Yeah, we should" whumpee muttered, before leaning in.

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"if you hurt him"

"If?" Whumper cuts in, chuckling at the notion from caretaker. "I already have".

Caretaker's eye begins to twitch as they watch a sickening grin appear over whumpers face.

"And it's going to get a lot fucking worse for him if you don't do exactly as I say, capisce?"

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"whumpee, I'm so sorry" caretaker cries, pulling at their restraints as whumpee remains slumped across the room.

"it's ok, careta-"

"No, it's not ok, whumpee. I should've been there to protect you, and I'm so sorry that I wa-"

"stop.." whumpee whispers, picking their head up to glance at caretaker with a weak smile. "You're here now, that's all that matters"

The sound of approaching footsteps draws the attention of both prisoners to the direction of the opened cell door.

"Aw, were you two having a moment?" Whumper questions as they step into the light, slowly spinning a knife between their fingers.

"whumper, please." Caretaker begs, standing up and pulling against their restraints until their wrist are red. "Please just hurt me, whumpee can't take any mo-"

"Sh-sh-shh" whumper interrupts, never taking their focus off whumpee as they slowly approach their captive. Holding the tip of the knife, whumper gently places the handle underneath whumpees chin, forcing whumpee to look up at them. "You know, whumpee..." whumper whispers as they tuck whumee's matted hair behind their ear. "You really should listen to caretaker more, it's really not ok..."

Caretaker screams as whumper spins the knife around and slams the blade into whumee's abdomen.

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"please don't hurt him" Caretaker cries, before being met with a strike that sends stars through their vision.

"what the fuck did you just say to me?" Whumper growls, grabbing a fistful of caretaker's hair and forcefully making them look up. "I'll do with my pet as I please" whumper continues, as he gestures over to whumpee standing in the center of the room.

"he's....not yours" caretaker breathes out, before being met with another thunderous blow. Caretaker feels Whumper release his hold on their hair, allowing them to drop down to the floor.

Whumper sighs as he begins walking towards whumpee. "Well who's is he then? Yours?" Whumper chuckles, continuing on. "I know it's been some time since you two have seen each other, but come on. You really don't know?" Whumper pesters as they turn to face caretaker, now only standing a few feet in front of whumpee.

"know what?" Caretaker growls as they try to force themselves up from the puddle of blood underneath them.

"whumpee, sit" Whumper commands, gesturing a sitting motion to whumpee how you would a dog.

Caretaker watches in horror as whumpee calmly and quietly begins sitting down on the floor, bowing their head before Whumper. Caretaker didn't notice until now, but whumpee had been free of restraints the entire time, standing there under their own free will. Caretaker feels tears blur their vision as they bow their head, no longer able to look at the sight before them.

"No.." caretaker whimpers, watching as their tears mix with their blood on the cold tile beneath them.

"Yes" Whumper interrupts, appearing beside caretaker now as they once again grab their hair, making them look up at whumpee. "Our whumpee is so precious, isn't he? So obedient, way better than when he showed up. He might just be my favorite one yet." Whumper begins to run their fingers through caretakers hair as they continue. "Things were different when he was just a work in progress. Had to iron out all that bad behavior, which was no doubt influenced by you. I just want you to know that breaking him was one of my favorite pet projects, and he screamed for you the whole time."

Caretaker felt Whumper shove their head down into the floor, smearing blood all over their face. Caretaker began shaking in rage against the cold floor, trying their hardest to push themselves up, to give Whumper what they deserved. But nothing came of it, just weak struggling against the hand at the back of their head.

Whumper perked up when caretaker had no fight to give. "Well, that was amusing, but I really need to get going. I'll let you two catch up" Whumper calls out as they head for the cell door.

With Whumper gone, caretaker began pushing against the floor again to no avail. They tilted their head up to see whumpee who still hasn't moved from their sitting position. Though every bit of strength was sapped from caretaker's body, one thing echoed in their mind, keeping their heart ablaze. 'our' whumpee?

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"You idiot, why would you do that?" Caretaker cries as they cradle whumpee's limp body, applying pressure over the hole in whumpee's chest.

"heh, and I thought you were the smart one" whumpee coughs up, choking on their own blood before they can finish their sentence. "I just... I didn't want to see you get hurt, idiot" whumpee mumbles as they slowly begin drifting off to sleep.

"Whumpee? Hey, stay with me, ok? I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm gonna get you home, I promise."

"mmm, that sounds nice" whumpee mumbles as they doze off in caretakers arms.

Caretaker can only cover whumpee's wound and hope the team makes it to them in time.

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Whumpee ending their friendship/relationship with caretaker because whumpee is afraid that whumper will hurt them too. Preferably they do this by insulting caretaker and saying that they never liked them. It's not true of course, but caretaker doesn't know that.

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I often see the trope of caretaker begging to take whumpees place during whumpers torture, but hardly do I see whumper take caretaker up on that offer.

The cold chill that shivers down caretakers spine as whumper turns around with a sickening grin. The grin growing ear to ear as whumper notices the eyes of caretaker widening, and the deep gulp they take as whumper approaches.

"I'll just have to take you up on that offer. Afterall, this other one's broken" whumper lazily motions back towards whumpee before stopping in front of caretaker.

Caretaker hated it all. The blood dripping from whumpers hands, whumpees blood. The way whumper talks about whumpee like a pet. The way caretaker had to yell over whumpees screams for what felt like hours just to get whumpers attention. The fact that they can't do anything about someone hurting whumpee, their whumpee. Caretaker's focus is abruptly broken with a punch, one that immediately draws blood from their mouth. Whumper continues hammering into caretaker for a few moments before being interrupted by mumbling from whumpees side of the room.

When caretaker recovers they look up at whumper, who's now looking back over at whumpee. Caretaker follows whumpers gaze to the far corner of the room, and sees whumpee desperately trying to to peel themselves off the floor.

"s...st-op, p..please" whumpee mumbles out. Barely able to speak above a whisper through their busted lips and purple face.

"it's ok, whumpee, this is what I want." Caretaker whispers, giving a bloody smile to whumpee as they continue to watch whumpee slowly push off the floor.

"yes, yes. And more importantly, this is what I want." Whumper growls as they let go of caretaker and quickly storm off to whumpees corner again. Just as whumpee gets on their knees, whumper puts them back down with a punch. "Such a worthless fucking pet, can't even be good for me anymore, can you? You really are broken" whumper sneers. Whumper ignores the desperate pleading from caretaker as they grab whumpees hair and begin to slam their head into the wall over and over. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE FUCKING GOOD FOR ONCE" whumper roars between slams, only stopping when the wall is covered in whumpees blood and whumpee is completely unconscious.

Caretaker can no longer see the sight through their blurry vision as tears begin pouring from their eyes. Caretaker drops their head, their pleads for whumper to stop turning into mumbles and whimpers as they begin sobbing to themselves.

"now, where were we?" Whumper chimes in as they again approach and stop in front of caretaker. Forcefully grabbing a handful of caretakers hair before making caretaker look up into their eyes. "Really? Tears?" Whumper mocks, their devilish grin from earlier returning to their face. "Y'know, my whumpee was so much better for me before you came here trying to save them. Now, well... You see how they started acting. But now I have you, and we're going to be a dynamic duo, you and me."

"I....I-" caretakers lip begins to quiver, before narrowing their gaze into whumpers eyes. "I am going to kill you, for everything you've done." Caretaker growls.

"aw, cute. Is that a threat?" Whumper teases as they begin to chuckle.

"no, it's not a threat. It's a fucking promise. And after I'm done with you, I'm gonna burn everything you've built to the fucking ground. And for the record, whumpee is fucking mine, not your little pet project" caretaker whispers, tears still falling as they stare into whumpers eyes with pure defiance.

"hm, well as I always say, a promise is a promise. And boy, do I love when someone keeps their promises" whumper chuckles before slamming a fist into caretakers face.

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Whumper torturing a captive whumpee so often that whumpee starts reacting before they feel any pain.

Screaming before any contact is made. Begging for mercy before they're hit even once. Flinching at the cell opening. Tears forming as whumper caresses their skin. Desperately trying to negotiate their own release while whumper prepares their weapon of choice. Of course, whumper could play into this and torture whumpee without ever touching them. After all, why break what's already broken.

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After starting a rewatch of invincible, I loved when Debbie asked for ice and a rag to take care of Nolan while he was already in the hospital. I love the idea of caretaker taking care of the small things on whumpee, such as the bruises and tiny cuts, while whumpee has already received professional medical attention and is connected to several machines. Really shows how much caretaker cares for and loves whumpee.

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"such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" Whumper whispers as they gently stroke their thumb over whumpees bloody lips.

Whumpee is suspended by 2 chains, one wrapped around each wrist, dangling them above the floor to match whumper's height.

"Bit of a mess, but nothing a little bath couldn't fix. Oh, but a problem for another time, you didn't seem to enjoy the last one" whumper mocks as they release their hold on whumpee, and begin to walk a circle around them.

"Jesus, do you ever shut up?" Whumpee questions, a smirk appearing on their lips as blood slowly drips from their mouth.

"No, not for you, whumpee. You're my favorite. Besides, I got no one else to talk to." Whumper exclaims as they begin running their fingers through whumpees hair.

"Gee, I can imagine why" whumpee scoffs, rolling their eyes and pulling away from whumper's touch.

"Don't want any pets this time, hm? That's funny, y'know I can remember before when you were begging for my touch. Any comfort to ease the pain, even if it was from the one who hurt you in the first pla-"

"Shut up" whumpee cuts off whumper as their gaze darts up, staring a deep hold into whumper's eyes. "Why the hell am I here? You would've killed me already if you didn't have a use for me, isn't that right? So what is it?"

Whumper rolls their eyes, mimicking whumpee's previous eye roll as they begin circling whumpee again. "Oh, whumpee, I would've thought a smart chap like you would've already figured it out." Whumper stops Infront of whumpee again, and hooks a finger under whumpee's chin to make whumpee look up at them. "This is your purpose".

Whumpee's heart sinks as their eyes widen, realizing the weight of whumper's words. "What do you..what?" Whumpee stutters out.

A devilish grin falls over whumpers face at the sight of whumpee. "Oh come on now, you heard me. What, you got wax in your ears? Listen I know that sounds bad, but it won't be that bad, I promise. Y'know if I'm ever having a bad day, or things just haven't gone my way, or hell if I even just feel like it. I'm going to come down here and just..." Whumper releases their hold on whumpee and throws a vicious punch into whumpees abdomen, causing whumpee to begin violently coughing up blood. "Relieve some stress, just like that. Doesn't sound so bad, now does it?" Whumper asks as they slightly squat down and get close to whumpee, waiting for a response.

Once whumpee is done coughing and choking, they catch their breath and begin to mumble something under their breath, still facing the floor to not meet whumper's gaze.

"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't hear you." Whumper mocks as they tightly grip whumpee's hair, forcing whumpee to meet their gaze.

Whumpee's eyes narrow, before they spit blood at whumper's face. "F....fuck you" whumpee mutters, blood still dripping from their lips.

Whumper reaches a hand up and slowly wipes the blood from their cheek. "Hm, still need some convincing I see. We can fix that" whumper states as they release their hold on whumpee's hair and fully stand up. Their attention turns to the table in the corner of the room, housing all of the tools whumper has used on whumpee so far.

Whumpee's gaze follows whumper as they move to the corner of the room. "Please, no, please not again." Whumpee pleads as they start pulling against their restraints.

"oh, it's too late for that whumpee. I'm feeling....something simple, what do you say?" Whumper questions as they grab a glass shard from the table, and return to whumpee.

Whumpee stares at the shard, eyes wide as their heart beat rises, sweat forming on their forehead. "Please don't" whumpee begs as they forcefully begin pulling at their restraints.

"shut up and be still" whumper commands as they grab onto whumpee and force their mouth open, placing the glass shard inside whumpee's mouth before closing it tightly, pushing the glass against whumpee's tongue and cutting it open. Whumper then delivers a hard punch across whumpee's jaw, causing the glass to cut open whumpee's mouth even further. Whumpee's muffled scream only puts a smile on whumper's face, and they punch whumpee again across the jaw. This time letting go of whumpee, and stepping back to enjoy their work.

Whumpee groans and screams as they slowly open their mouth, the glass falling out with a pool of blood. Whumpee begins choking and coughing again, clenching their fist as they groan and watch the blood spill from their mouth and onto the floor.

"so fucking loud, aren't you?" Whumper growls as they rush forward, forcing whumpee to look up again and wrapping their hands tightly around whumpee's neck. "You won't leave here, not alive anyway. I'm going to find caretaker, and all your friends, the same way I found you. And then I'll kill all of them as you get to watch, begging for mercy that won't come. Then after I'm done with you, I'm gonna burn this city to the fucking ground". Whumper tightens their grip further and begins to choke whumpee, their eyes darkening as they watch whumpee gag and struggle to get a breath in.

Before whumpee loses consciousness, whumper gets a notification on their phone, and releases the hold. "Oh, hold on, I got something. Phew, almost lost my cool there" whumper chuckles as they reach in their pocket and pull out their phone, paying no mind to whumpee's coughs and gasps for air. "Oh, this is important. I really hate to leave you alone, whumpee, but I have to go, it's been fun though." Whumper calls out as they quickly make their way to the exit, giving a little wave to whumpee as they leave.

Only whumpee's cries can be heard as whumper leaves them all alone.

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"wait, don't hurt them please, please just hurt me instead" caretaker pleads, pulling against their restraints as they glance over to whumpee, before returning their gaze to whumper.

"Oh, darling..." Whumper growls as they hook a finger under caretakers chin, making caretaker look up at them.

"This is hurting you"

Caretaker can only scream and pull at their restraints as whumper's attention turns towards whumpee.

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"it's not as bad as it looks, I promise" whumpee protest, keeping a hand over their open wound, extending their other to keep distance from caretaker.

"Are you serious? Whumpee, you look like hammered shit, stop lying to me" caretaker responds, trying to close the distance to whumpee.

"I'm not lying, I just....I just-" whumpee's cut off by the room suddenly beginning to spin. They fall back into a wall, bumping their head as they land.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker calls out as they rush over, gently placing their hands on whumpee as they slowly guide them down the wall.

Whumpee groans once they hit the floor, taking a moment to recover from the pain. They then look over to caretaker, noticing the worrying expression on their face. "I told you, it's not that ba-"

"Shut up" caretaker quickly cuts off whumpee. "I don't want to hear it, now help me take this off" caretaker remarks as they begin tugging at whumpee's jacket.

"Mm...ok" whumpee mumbles as they lift their arms up, letting caretaker fully take off their jacket.

Caretaker tosses whumpee's jacket, then returns their attention to whumpee's wound, located on the lower left of whumpee's abdomen. "I don't want to remove your shirt, it's going to pull at your wound too much. I'll be back, ok?"

"Mmm, ok" whumpee mumbles again as caretaker stands up, leaving them alone. Whumpee fights off sleep for what feels like forever until caretaker returns with a pair of scissors and a med kit.

"Ok I'm back, how we doing, whumpee?" Caretaker ask, trying to conceal their worry under their voice.

"Just peachy" whumpee whispers, not having the strength to give more than that.

Caretaker nods before placing the med kit beside whumpee. Caretaker then takes the scissors and cuts a hole in whumpee's shirt around their wound, making sure to not pull at anything. "Ok whumpee, I'm going to remove this, ok? It's going to hurt, but I need to"

"Ok..." Whumpee whispers again, closing their eyes in preparation for the pain.

Caretaker begins pulling at the cut out piece of the shirt over the wound. Slowly pulling to not hurt whumpee too much, a trail of blood sticking from the wound to the piece of cloth.

Whumpee begins groaning and weakly struggling against caretaker, but not putting up much of a fight.

Caretaker fully removes the cloth and tosses it aside, their attention returning to whumpee, who's now beginning to sweat.

Caretaker opens the med kit and grabs the suture kit. They unwind the line, and begin putting the needle through whumpees skin. "Hold tight, this will hurt a moment, but I need to stitch this together. I'll be done soon, I promise."

"O...ok." whumpee mumbles, fighting off sleep as best they can.

Caretaker notices whumpee fading, so they try to get whumpee's attention. "Hey whumpee, can you talk to me? About anything, it doesn't matter, just something."

Whumpee weakly nods as they try to think of something to mention. "Well, you're very pretty today, did you know that?"

Caretaker feels the warmth of their cheeks, caught off guard for only a moment, before returning back to whumpee's wound. "Something else" caretaker calls out.

"Like what?"

"Like why won't you let me help you until it's too late?"

"Oh, that." Whumpee weakly chuckles as they tilt their head back against the wall again. "I just...I don't want you to worry about me, caretaker."

"I worry about you every time you leave, whumpee."

"Oh...well, you don't have to. I can take care of myself"

Caretaker scoffs at the statement. "Clearly not, if you come home looking like this."

"Hey now, you should see the other guys" whumpee chuckles again, moving their attention down to caretaker stitching their wound. "I'm sorry I'm bleeding all over your floor, though."

"Forget about the damn floor, whumpee, I need you to be ok."

Whumpee's attention turns towards caretaker, raising an eyebrow towards caretaker. "Need, huh? Wow, it's almost like you like me."

"Of course i- i change my mind, stop talking."

Whumpee reaches their bloody hand up, gently moving caretakers face to look at whumpee. "I'd kiss you if I didn't have blood in my mouth" whumpee whispers.

"I'd kiss you if you weren't such a damn fool." Caretaker responds, quickly returning their attention to whumpee's wound. "I'm almost done now."

"Great" whumpee whispers. Whumpee notices their eyelids feeling extra heavy, and they gently tilt their head towards caretaker. "May I?"

Caretaker turns towards whumpee, giving them a nod. "Always, whumpee" caretaker whispers with a smile.

Whumpee then moves over and rest their head on caretaker's shoulder. "Mm, caretaker?" Whumpee mumbles.

"Yes, whumpee?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, whumpee. Now get some rest, I'll be done in a minute."

"Ok.." whumpee whispers as they finally drift off to sleep.

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For writers that like hurting their characters

(you know who you are)

Any semi serious injury to the arms or legs can be fatal. If an artery is struck the person can bleed out in 2-5 minutes. If an artery is struck then blood will be violently spraying out of the body, as opposed to regular bleeding where the blood just leaks.

A way to stop severe bleeding is with a tourniquet. A proper tourniquet that you would expect to find in any trauma response kit, as using a shirt or anything in your environment as a tourniquet won't be very effective. The tourniquet should be placed a few inches above the wound, and tightened. The tightening process is going to be extremely painful, as it's clamping down hard enough to cut off the blood circulation. Important to note that a limb won't be at risk of being amputated unless the tourniquet has been applied for hours.

Another way to stop severe bleeding is wound packing. This is where you take gauze and fill up a wound with it. The point is to cover the area that's bleeding, so that you can apply pressure to the specific part of the body that's bleeding heavily. Applying pressure directly on top of where the blood is coming from should get it to stop, however this will again be painful for the victim.

Losing blood makes it harder to regulate your body temperature, so it's extremely dangerous to be losing blood in a cold environment. However, a victim can still get cold in warm areas from blood loss, so most trauma response kits will have specific blankets that will help the victim regulate their temperature.

Any wound that punctures the chest area is extremely dangerous. Air will begin filling into the chest cavity, which will leave the lungs with less room to expand. Eventually the lung or lungs will collapse from the lack of room, this is extremely painful. And this will all be even worse if the attack pierced a lung, which will be filling with blood. All of this will make it extremely hard to breathe. There are pads in a trauma response kit that you place over a chest wound, and they're designed to vent air out of the chest cavity while not letting any more air in. However lungs filling up with body fluids is not something you can treat on the field, and will require proper medical attention.

Getting clapped on the ears hurts and can disorient you.

Any impact to the nose will make the sinuses flare up and the eyes water, making a fight more difficult.

Any impact to the back of the skull can be fatal, or cause severe brain damage.

It's extremely easy to rip off a human ear.

The liver is located on the lower right side of the rib cage, it would be on your left side if you were looking at someone else's liver. Any impact there can put any person on the ground, as it's extremely painful to be hit there. Punches to the liver drop many professional boxers.

Kidneys are mostly the same, except they aren't protected by anything at all. Located in the lower back, the kidneys are completely unprotected from any attack. Any impact here can drop someone just like a liver punch. (I was in the gym one time and hit my kidney pretty hard on a bar and almost collapsed from the pain)

A proper punch is thrown in a way to where the knuckles are the only thing that make contact. This is so that all the force is being spread out across a much smaller area, increasing the damage to the victim.

Any impact to the neck can be fatal, and will make a person immediately start choking, making them completely open in a fight.

Removing anything that's impaled into a person will only make them bleed out faster.

Your body will force you to inhale right before drowning, which we all know it burns like hell to have water in your lungs. Plenty of people that have almost drowned have said that their body forced them to take a breath, even if there was no air to breathe.

The brain inhibits your full strength, as we're strong enough to completely rip our muscles. In times of need, the brain will let go of this limitation, basically granting you super strength. There's plenty of cases where someone was able to lift something off of someone, such as a lawn mower or car, but wasn't able to move it at all later on.

While you can live without water for a few days, maybe even longer than 3 depending on a bunch of factors, that is specifically "living". You can expect to see severe side effects of dehydration long before the person dies. Extreme kidney pain, headaches, hallucinations, dry skin, some organ failure ect.

paradoxical sensation is where you're so cold that you actually feel hot. Plenty of people have been in extremely cold environments and started removing their clothes, as they were so cold that they felt like they were burning.

The body will begin to eat itself if it's gone long enough with no food.

You have an extreme lack of depth perception with only 1 eye. You can test this out by walking around and doing tasks with only 1 eye open.

When blood and dirt and anything else gets in the hair, untangling the hair and straightening it out is extremely painful. It may even result in pulling some hair out, it might be better to shave it off if it's bad enough.

Any recent wounds sting when exposed to water, which makes taking a shower a nightmare when you have multiple of these on your body at once.

As popular as the trope is, consciousness has no effect on your survival. The "don't go to sleep" while a character is bleeding out doesn't really help, meaning you can let your character pass out or fall asleep while they're dying. This can lead to a character thinking they won't wake up while they're fighting off sleep, only to wake up in a hospital bed.

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This unintentionally just became advice on how to down someone in a fight lmao now I know to punch my attacker's liver if I ever get mugged 💀

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I noticed that halfway through and thought about just making the theme about fights instead of general injuries. It was like 3am though so I just kept writing it instead of changing anything, so I apologize for that. I'll probably make something about fights specifically since I had a lot left over that I didn't mention.

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Love when whumpee is put into a coma, and caretaker doesn't leave their side. A caretaker so dedicated to watching over whumpee that they need to be pulled away from whumpee in order to sleep, and they absolutely will not leave whumpee's side unless one of their friends swaps places with them and watches over whumpee in their stead. Caretaker is never gone for long though, and is quick to take charge of watching over whumpee again. A caretaker that keeps whumpee shaved and clean, making sure not to touch any of the machines keeping whumpee alive. A caretaker that watches over the doctors and nurses that routinely check on whumpee, thanking them for taking care of whumpee and asking if whumpee will wake up soon. A caretaker that holds whumpee's hand, listening to the monitor and ventilator as they wait patiently for whumpee to wake up. A caretaker that climbs into whumpee's hospital bed, playing with whumpee's hair as they tell whumpee how their day went. A caretaker that begins crying into whumpee's shirt, begging whumpee to wake up soon. A caretaker that holds whumpee's hand as they fall asleep next to whumpee's bed. A caretaker that screams for staff when whumpee finally wakes up. A caretaker that wraps whumpee up in the tightest hug after the staff tells them it's ok, crying in whumpee's arms as whumpee tries to calm them down.

Whumpee could never imagine all that caretaker did for them while they were asleep.

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Love when a very powerful whumpee (magic, super powers, vampire, demon heritage, or maybe just a regular person that's just really good at combat) gets so injured that their body is left completely broken. They wake from a coma having to learn how to do basic movements (maybe missing a limb)

They're shocked at the revelation, but believe they can get their old self back again. They go through months of recovery, and physical therapy, only to make minor improvement. Their optimism and confidence slowly fades as their body struggles to keep up with them, pushing it beyond its limits over and over again, desperate to return back to how they used to be. Of course caretaker and their friends are supportive the whole way, but eventually whumpee pushes themselves too far, pushes their body beyond its limit and breaks it even more. Caretaker and everyone around whumpee must step in and give whumpee the news, they won't be the same again, their body is broken from their original injuries and all this desperation and pushing themselves is only making it worse. Whumpee is in denial, and begins to take their frustration out on their friends. However after some time passes, whumpee comes to terms with the truth, and accepts their new life.

You can take this in many different ways, and I like how much stress it places on whumpee's relationships. Whether their friends stay supportive the whole way, give up on whumpee, or try to tell them the bad news as early as possible. And whumpee, taking their frustrations out on their friends, or only taking their frustrations out on themselves, being thankful for their friends who have stayed by their side.

Whumpee can either push through and regain their old body, or give in and live the rest of their life with their new one. Maybe whumpee gives up completely, but one of their friends convinces them to keep going, telling whumpee not to stop until they get what they want.

Maybe whumpee stays normal no matter how hard they try, until they get their powers back by a need instead of a desire. Maybe their friends are in danger, and whumpee gets their powers back in order to save their friends.

There's a lot you can do with the prompt, and I love any direction you can go with it.