My Whumpy Side Blog

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"im fine."

"how much pain are you in?"

"Don't look at it, just look at me."

"You're so lucky it's not worse."

"This is going to hurt a lot, but we need to clean it."

"At least, it's still attached to you."

"No, no, no, don't get up!"

"That looks bad. Like really, really bad."

"We should get you to a hospital. Right now."

"How did you manage to do so much damage?"

"Okay, we should all stay calm and not panic."

"What were you thinking, putting yourself into so much danger?"

"You should definitely let me carry you."

"That's what you get for playing the hero."

"On the bright side, that scar's going to be a great conversation starter."

"That was so stupid. You could have died!"

"Could I interest you in a band-aid? Or a trip to the ER?"

"It's okay, just... don't look at it."

"You can't go on like this!"

"Like five centimeters to the left and you would be.. I can't even think about it."

"As soon as the adrenaline is gone, you will definitely feel it."

"Not as bad as we all thought it would be."

More: Injury Dialogue Prompts

Character b hears character A’s heartbeat and feels their breathing, and they try to copy it.

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"I will keep you safe. If you like it or not."

"Yes, I need to be in the room with you at all times." "At all times?"

"Wow, you really made a lot of people angry."

"I was hired by your father to keep you safe, so I will only listen to him as my employer."

"Can you please stop antagonizing more people?"

"You're not paid enough to die." "Sometimes it's not about the money."

"I'm here to protect you, not aid you in petty crimes."

"No one has died under my watch so far and I'm eager to keep it that way."

"If I have to save you from yourself, I'll do that too."

"Why do I feel like you enjoy getting yourself in danger?"

"I'm your bodyguard, not your personal shopping assistant."

"You don't need to always buy food for me." "But you need to be strong to protect me."

"In order to keep you safe, you need to follow my orders."

"If I have to handcuff us together to keep you from getting in danger, I'm more than willing to do that."

"My mission is to keep you safe and I've never failed a mission before."

"It's sweet that you want to protect me, but it's my job to protect you."

"Listen to me and everything will be just fine."

"Why did you walk right into that bullet like an idiot!?" "Not an idiot, your bodyguard. And you're welcome."

"Please don't risk your life for me. It's not worth it."

"Do what I tell you to do and I will be able to protect you."

"Come on, I promise you will not lose your job if you sit down to eat with me."

"We have very clear roles here. You look pretty and I look scary."

"Can you please stop scaring every guy off who wants to talk to me?" "Nuh, I need to keep you safe. Even if it's just from losers."

More: Bodyguard AUs | Bodyguard Dialogue Prompts

“I have no idea what side effects you’ll have… or how to treat them.”

(in my experience, bc this was the first thing i wrote after waking up from surgery a couple hours ago)

since you can’t eat beforehand, I went in pretty grumpy-hungry but believe me, nervousness takes care of that QUICK and i completely forgot

if you have good staff, they notice when you‘re nervous & chat calmly without overwhelming you

anesthesiologists and other staff members repeatedly ask what surgery you are getting done to make sure you were properly informed and to avoid mixups; made me nervous (bc why did no one know what surgery they were doing with me??) until my anesthesiologist explained that they just have to hear me say the words

during prep, different people will be doing different things and giving instructions on what to do (make a fist, put your arm there, etc.), sometimes overlapping (adhd hell)

the face mask was placed over my mouth and nose with just normal breathing air for like 3 minutes while they were still prepping (i assume to get me used to the sensation?)

once the drugs started coming, my very very first instinct was „oh, i‘m gonna throw up“

i didn‘t throw up but then everything went hazy and blurred, kinda like being REALLY tired-drunk

one of the anesthesiologists was standing behind me and caressing my face while talking to me and promising to take care of me when she noticed i was getting freaked out; the other one was administering the drugs

being wheeled around in the bed is kinda surreal because you only see the ceiling (blurry too in my case since i wasn’t wearing my glasses) and hear everything around you. it is strangely protected but also vulnerable since in that moment you have no ability to decide what happens

before you go into the operating room you are first wheeled into a room where you transfer from bed to operating table, but the room is super creepy and looks straight out of a medical horror game, with the sterile cold metal table in the middle and all

when you are wheeled into the operating room it is super cold but they put a warm, fluffy blanket fresh out of a towel warmer or something all around you and it is heavenly warm

my surgeon came in and i didnt recognize him masked up and without my glasses, and he made a joke about how i might not recognize him after either (there was risk of blinding me, diabolical joke to make) so the anesthesiologists banished him from the room

the anesthesiologists will try to find a topic to chat to you about as a distraction while strapping you in and as someone who is socially awkward, it is much more stressful than the thought of surgery itself

- when I’m scrubbed in (the sterile person at the instrument table) I like to turn around and do a little wave as the patient comes in and say something like “Hi there, I’ll be helping out the surgeon today.” I also put a towel over some of the “scarier” instruments so the patient doesn’t see them.

- putting a warm blanket on a patient and seeing them relax is literally my favorite thing about the job.

- if the procedure is a D&C or D&E for a miscarriage, I keep the machine covered with a bedsheet until the patient is asleep. No need for them to have that mental image for the rest of their life.

- between myself - the circulating nurse, the scrub, the resident(s), the anesthesiologist, and anyone else that might be in the room, it’s a lot of people. I tell the patient “we’re gonna come at you like a pitcrew for a fancy sports car car.” That usually gets a laugh.

- Straps. So many straps. The operating table is super narrow, you see. Imagine like a big Velcro seatbelt. I tell the patient “this is a seatbelt that keeps you secure on the table when you go to sleep.” When I place their arms on the armboards that are perpendicular to the table, I wrap the Velcro strap around their forearm and say “these keep your arms from flopping off the table when you go to sleep. I know it feels like we’re strapping you down, but I promise it’s all to keep you safe.”

I really do love it when a character gets to safety after some grueling experience they survived and got out of by their own strength and skill and cunning, and... then gets drastically worse very rapidly afterwards. Just utterly collapsing, sick, out of strength, in so much pain, hardly able to get out of bed without help, probably emotionally an utter mess too

Because they've just been pushing their body on and on, to its limits and past, because they had to, because it was up to them to deal with it all, there was no help, no back-up, nothing to rely on but themself. So their mind and body have just burned up all the reserves and endured it all as best as possible, they've held together until they got out of that situation

But now that they're finally safe, their body recognizes it. Now that they're finally safe they no longer need to endure more, they no longer need to keep anything together, to push the pain and exhaustion aside and refuse to feel it in order to go on. They're finally safe to stop all of that. And so- they collapse. All of it catches up with them all at once, and they have no optipn to keep it at bay anymore, they just have to feel it. Have to suffer the consequences of all the injuries, exhaustion, whatever illness they might've picked up, whatever's going on

Looking at their hands and feeling like they aren't real and aren't theirs.

Always feeling dizzy.

Thinking back at the whump and feeling like it was a dream.

Caretaker mentioning what happened to whumpee and they suddenly feel like they are no longer in their body.

Eyes darting to different objects in the room, feeling like non of it is real and they aren't really there.

A strange tingling sensation in their arms and legs.

A foggy memory of the whump, maybe not remembering it at all.

Falling back in old conditioned behavior without even realizing it is happening.

Spending hours just staring at the wall, unable to move or do anything.

Vision going blurry.

Snapping an elastic band against their wrist to get themselves back in their body. Maybe even self harm.

Not realizing they are crying until caretaker points it out.

Losing their ability to speak or think.

Having a memory resurface and then immediately forgetting it again, like a mist suddenly took over their brain.

Having a memory resurface but forgetting it the moment they try to speak it out loud, frustrating both themselves and caregiver.

Being clumsy, knocking things over, accidentally running into walls or doors or tables because they aren't aware where their body is.