Whumpee is still wearing the clothes they were wearing when they were assaulted. The clothes smell like Whumper, and every fiber against their skin feels like Whumper's hands. So, as soon as Whumpee is safe, they just start frantically stripping. (Bonus points if Caretaker accidentally walks in on this)
the zipper is stuck. the fucking zipper is stuck, whumpee can't get this stupid fucking zipper down, and they have to. they have to, because if they don't get this shit off immediately, they're going to be sick. it's dirty. they are dirty. their whole body is dirty, and they can't exactly peel off their skin, but they can get off every stitch of fabric that they were wearing when- when whumper- when-
"hey, i was looking for- whoa! whoa, shit, sorry!"
caretaker's voice isn't any louder than a normal conversational volume but whumpee flinches anyway, cringing away from the newcomer to the room. if it had been anyone else, maybe whumpee wouldn't have done it. but it isn't anyone else. it's caretaker. it's caretaker, who whumpee trusts more than they can put to words.
they tug at the piece of clothing they'd desperately been trying to get off. it's- it's stained, there's fluids on it, and if caretaker gets any closer they'll see, but whumpee needs-
"please help me," they beg, voice cracking and shuddering. "i can't- the zipper is- i need it off, please, i need it off. please."
"okay." caretaker's agreement is quick and easy, soft and worried. their eyes narrow as they study whumpee's body, the clothes already discarded on the floor, the way that whumpee is standing and the stains. worry grows swiftly into fear, into the horrible dread of what's happened. "okay, i'm gonna help you. i'll get it off you. just- just hold still. it's okay."
it's not okay. nothing about this is okay. but whumpee manages to hold still anyway, except for the way that their whole body shudders. caretaker's hands shake too as they reach for the zipper to manipulate it until it can be taken down. and it hangs between them as whumpee flinches and bites off whimpers, shame choking them, as caretaker helps them strip the rest of the way, not pointing out where they are or asking what happened. they don't have to ask. they know. they both know.
