A little possession snippet cause lunch break and brain coincided for once!Â
TW: Afterman of possession, with possession still mentioned/occuring.Â
Even before they were fully conscious, Whumpee felt the aches. The aches and stiffness enveloped their entire body, weighing them down, squeezing the breath from their lungs.Â
But thatâs not sustainable. Regardless of the pain, they needed air.Â
The sharp breath only flared more pain in their ribs, down their spine and radiating through their throat. It all hurt.Â
âWhumpee? Are you awake?âÂ
An accidental whine answered Caretakerâs question. Whumpee knew they should answer them, knew they should try to sit up, but it was too much. They just wanted to go back to sleep. They needed rest. Real rest, not the nothingness they drifted in and out of when It was sleeping. Or dormant. Or hiding - whatever It did when not piloting their body around.Â
âPlease, Whumpee you need to drink this.âÂ
Whumpee cracked their eye open, slowly glancing up to caretakerâs face from the cold concrete they were laying on. Too sore, hurt too much to move.Â
But they never did get what they wanted.Â
Biting their lip to keep in the pitiful whimpers, Whumpee slowly pressed up to a half sitting position. Caretaker was right there, guiding them up, supporting their sides and slowly guiding them to sit against the wall. Whumpee was dizzy for just a moment, and when they finally got their berings, a single look at Caretakerâs bruised face made their heart drop.Â
âC-Caretaker? Did I do that?â
Caretaker swallowed. âItâs not your fault. I was⌠insubordinate.âÂ
A shiver went up Whumpeeâs spine, collecting in the base of their skull and jaw. It was listening. It wasnât repentant.Â
âI think Itâs still here,â whumpee whispered, as if that would do any good. The presence was seared into their mind, peering into their memories and influencing their thoughts. It felt behind them, watching over their shoulder, even with their back propped up against the wall.Â
Caretaker only nodded, lifting up the cup referenced earlier. âHere. We put this together. It should help get some of your strength back.âÂ
Whumpee nodded, carefully holding it with both hands and taking a sip. They barely tasted it. The thought to refuse was so brief it saddened them. But even if they did try It would just regain control and make them.Â
They couldnât force themself to make eye contact with Caretaker, but they could feel their companionâs eyes. Their gentle concern was so blatant it radiated from them. Whumpee felt as if they didnât deserve it, couldnât accept it. Caretaker rested their hand on Whumpeeâs knee, thumb gently rubbing on some small patch of unbruised skin.Â
The softness was killing them.Â
Whumpeeâs voice broke as they reached out, but Caretaker understood. They moved to sit with Whumpee against the wall, cradling their head to Caretakerâs shoulder and arm secured around them. There, safe and comforted, Whumpee broke completely into sobs. They wanted out, they wanted to go home. They wanted their body back - their life back.Â
âI know,â Caretaker shushed softly, carding their fingers through Whumpeeâs hair. âI know.â Â