I think my fav state for a whumpee to be in is “limp and fainting” and so out of it that they might be nodding or mumbling something but they sure aren’t processing any words or actions around them

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I think my fav state for a whumpee to be in is “limp and fainting” and so out of it that they might be nodding or mumbling something but they sure aren’t processing any words or actions around them
Love when a whumpee gets hurt and then falls into the water. Just got shot? Oh well how about you go into the water and now you have to worry about not drowning too. Car crash? Into the water with you. Feel a little under the weather? Into the water.
This is the most real whump related post I've ever read.
I have been so dead and I'm sorry for that. I'll try to mend that!
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I'll post another BTHB tonight Getting back into the swing of things
Fandom: Chicago PD
Ship: Hanktonio
BTHB: Scar to remember
Characters: Hank Voight, Antonio Dawson
Tags: Gunshot scar, night time, Hanktonio, Bad things Happen Bingo, Scar.
Word count: 645
Summary: Antonio, more or less, remembers giving Hank that scar. If not for him it wouldn't be there. He wasn't the one to pull the trigger, but it was still his fault. One more scar didn't make much of a difference if you asked Hank, he didn't blame him.
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Antonio woke with a start, his hand instinctively reaching to the left side of the bed, feeling over the space. Cold and empty, Hank's usual warmth missing. Antonio propped on an arm, glanced to the clock, his eyes stinging at the glaring red numbers. 2:36 AM. What was Hank doing up at this hour? A nightmare? A haunting thought? Stress from the day? With a small sigh Antonio rolled out of bed, near silent as he moved, carefully walking across the room as to avoid being loud. Hank was awake, so why Antonio was being so quiet was beyond him. He crept to the bathroom door left open just a crack, squinting at the dull yellow lights. Once his eyes were adjusted he noticed that Hank was examining a gunshot scar on his shoulder, sending Antonio's thoughts reeling back.
He snapped himself out of his thoughts and walked into the bathroom, coming behind Hank, seeking his warmth. Hank shuddered at Antonio's cold touch, looking back at him, if not fully awake before he was now. "Antonio." He said softly, leaning back into him, smiling a little as Antonio buried his face in the crook neck. "Did I wake you?" He asked softly, feeling Antonio's hand cover his shoulder where the old wound had healed. "On about that again?" He asked, moving it.
"I'm sorry." Antonio whispered and Hank only shook his head, pulling from him. He turned to look at Antonio, putting his hands on his shoulders, leveling him with a steady glance.
"It isn't your fault." Hank replied, his voice more careful than usual. "You didn't pull the trigger." He added with a sigh. Antonio parted his lips to speak but was cut off by a kiss. Hank pulled back slowly, eyeing the younger man who still sputtered like an idiot at being kissed occasionally.
"They shot you because of me..." Antonio said, undeterred from the subject. Only he said that once he recovered from the shock of being kissed so suddenly.
"Hey, I could've done 1,000 things different." Hank shrugged, putting his hand on the back of Antonio's neck, turning his around. "Come one, let's get back to bed." Hank said with a yawn.
"Hank, it is my fault!" Antonio challenged, "Sure I didn't pull the trigger... but if you weren't there saving my ass, you wouldn't have been shot."
"Would you have shot that man?" Hank asked seriously, his eyes dark. "I was doing my job, same as you." He added and Antonio knew when he was beat.
"Going to bed sounds nice." Antonio said softly, glancing at Hank.
"I never blamed you, you know. You did what you were supposed to, so did I." Hank said carefully, putting his hand on the younger man's back, walking back to the bed with him.
"I'll never forgot that scar." Antonio said quietly, rolling to hold Hank as close as possible.
"I won't either." Hank laughed, getting Antonio with that strange humor too, "but that's okay. Something to remember you by." He added, sinking into him.
Hank might have fallen asleep, but Antonio was up all night thinking about what happened. The scene playing in his head over and over. Hank so close, getting shot in the shoulder while doing his job of saving him. He always said it was his unit, that it was his bullet to take, but surely he didn't mean it literally. Antonio couldn't get the image out of his head, Hank's blood staining his jacket, his vest, his shirt, his skin. His arm in a sling. Even if he said it didn't hurt that much, he knew it hurt enough. He'd been shot too, he knew the pain all too well. "That wasn't your bullet, it shouldn't have been." Antonio whispered, haunted by it the rest of the night, tormented by his own mind, unable to sleep again.
Fandom: Chicago PD
Ship: Hanktonio Characters: Hank Voight, Antonio Dawson, Erin Lindsey, Alvin (Al) Olinsky. BTHB: Tearful smile
Word count: 778
@badthingshappenbingo ---------------------- Erin had lost her place in intelligence due to an outburst, but she didn't lose her surrogate father, or his support. She didn't get to see him daily anymore, their visits becoming to sporadic for her liking. Only she had a feeling she wouldn't like their next meeting, she has a feeling it could have happened under better circumstances. --------------- Erin hadn't seen her surrogate father in months, nearly going on six now. She got a cryptic call from Al to meet him at Molly's and that was it. She blazed down the street, pulling up to the establishment, getting out of her car, slamming the door shut, and she headed in with a fury of purpose she couldn't explain or understand. "Al!" She called out as she moved in his direction, the rest of the team becoming clear in her vision, their faces somber. Gabby sat among them, speaking softly to them. "What happened?! Where's Hank?" She asked, an urgency biting into her voice, her eyes scanning over Al's face. As usual it was stoic, his expression and eyes blank but so oddly full as usual. She prepared for another cryptic exposition. Al stood silent, putting a hand on her shoulder, ushering her to the empty chair, sitting her down. He pulled his own chair over and sat down across from her. She prepared for the worse. "Hank's in surgery." He said simply, sending Erin reeling, "He was shot." He added, providing more information, sending Erin reeling a second time, her mind rushing. Antonio sat alone in the corner of the Molly's his hands cover his face, no doubt hiding his worry. Al simply put his hand on her shoulder again, offering his support, silent as it might be. Erin fought her tears, trying to stay down, nothing would stop Hank, he'd be okay. "We're waiting on the call." Ruzek said, though it wasn't clear on who he was trying to offer anything to. "He'll be okay..." He added, a small bit of hopefulness in his voice. Erin nodded, eyeing Antonio again, more critically. She could see bruises on his arms, he must've fought tooth and nail in the events leading up to his being shot. Or was dragged away from the hospital kicking, screaming, and fighting. Gabby floated to his side, her hands on his shoulders and she whispered to him, giving him a loose hug. "I can't lose him." Antonio croaked quietly to his sister and Erin popped out of her seat to go check up on him. "Hey Antonio, you alright?" She asked. Oh stupid, of course he isn't! She scolded herself internally for asking, but it was too late. It was undeniable that Antonio and Hank had grown closer over time, they'd become good friends, and of course everyone always worried when someone got shot. The image of Jules flashed into her mind again and she shook the thought away, they weren't losing Hank. Gabby's phone went off and she answered the call, it wasn't them because she quickly dismissed whoever it was that called and set her phone back down again. Jay's phone buzzed on the table but he was no where around to pick it up, so instead Antonio bounced to his feet and rushed to check who was calling. In a hurry he snapped the phone up and answered the call, his relief clear. Al let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Ruzek's shoulders slumped from their tight position and Antonio looked near enough to sobbing that Erin knew it must be good new. Antonio thanked the man and ended the call. "He's out of surgery." Antonio said, worry still lingering in his tone, he'd probably worry until he got to see Hank for himself. "They said it didn't cause any major damage, but it is enough to keep him down for awhile. They all tried to calmly exit to their cars but it became a rush, and they all piled in. Jay came out of hiding once Erin was gone, he'd visit Hank later, if at all. In the hospital Hank sat in the bed, grumpy, his eyes burning with hatred. Antonio and Erin were the first ones to enter the room, Antonio putting his hand over Hank's softly. Erin smiled, though it was betrayed by the streaming down her face. She ran over, hugging him carefully, her arms shaking. "Hey, hey, it's okay..." Hank soothed, which he isn't in the position to be doing. Antonio smiled too, his eyes brimming with tears, though he didn't cry. "Don't tell me it's okay." Erin said forcefully, as if he'd told her to quit breathing. "You were shot, I was worried!" She added just as forcefully. Hank didn't have the fight in him, so he just nodded. "You should get some rest." Antonio said softly, putting a hand on Hank's shoulder lightly. Smiling at him before grabbing Erin by the elbow, "come on." He said quietly, leading her out of the room, knowing they'd share their time later.
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