Sickness Starters!

“It’s no big deal.”

“It’s not ‘no big deal’, I found you half-dead on your bathroom floor!”

Holiday Tradition - for White Collar H/C Advent 2017 :P

This is actually a GIF and you can check it out at AO3 :)

PTSD across the lifespan.

Thinkin bout the use of cars in whump,,,

Whumpee gets hit by a car

Whumpee is in a car accident

Caretaker is in a car accident and then emotional whump

Or

Whumpee gets in the car only for whumper to point a gun at them and tell them to drive

Whumpee gets in the car before being knocked out, whumper then gets into the front seat and drives

Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the back seat

Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the boot

The possibilities are endless,,,

“I’m sorry, what do you mean kind-of stabbed?!”

“Uh,,, I don’t think your ankle is supposed to bend that way,,,”

Whump Prompt #595

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

There’s a huge misunderstanding and character B ends up hurting character A out of anger for something it turns out they didn’t actually do. B’s guilt when the truth is revealed is immeasurable.

Character A is left standing alone in the hallway of the hospital, clothes stained with Character B’s blood.

Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje

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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.

Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.

He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.

It's like he said every word that went through his brain.

I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.

And the waiting.

Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.

When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.

And that's when we arrived at the room.

And that's when he saw you.

And he froze.

Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.

He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.

He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.

He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"

Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.

And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.

There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.

The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.

The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.

And so he sat still.

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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright

I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.

That’s some good shit.

“I’m fine.” Character B insists through ragged breaths, “It doesn’t even hurt.”