Guilt in whump. Heavy emphasis on that guilt being felt by Caretaker or anyone close to Whumpee.
I love it when Whumpee isn't taken seriously. Maybe before the Whumpeningâ˘, they were known to be overdramatic, or are a 'person who cried wolf' type. So, when they tell Caretaker, who is actively tending to visibly wounded patients, that they're hurt, all they get is a brief once over and a "can't you just take a pain reliever? I'm busy."
And it happens, time and time again. Maybe Whumpee seeks out someone else, but everyone has the same dismissive attitude about it. Perhaps it gets to a point where people aren't just annoyed, but frustrated. 'This is serious, Whumpee, we don't have time to be messing around!' After numerous attempts, they still won't receive any help, and so they stop asking.
Things have seemingly gone back to normal. Then, Whumpee's legs give out, and they're unconscious before they even hit the floor. Caretaker is first to look, and feels their heart drop into their stomach when they find out Whumpee was, if anything, underestimating how bad it was.
They must have been hurting for days, possibly weeks. They came to Caretaker, whose entire job is to ease pain and mend wounds, and were turned away without much of a thought. They can't furrow their brow this time and ask Whumpee "why didn't you come find me?" because they didâ over and over.
Bonus points if Whumpee is alone when they finally collapse. No one finds them until they're in a puddle of their own blood, pale and far too easy to pick up.
I absolutely LIVE for this shit
