Just Another Generic Whump Side Blog

They cut whumpees free and hand-deliver them to their front door. 

But it still doesn’t feel good enough. 

Whumpee's been pinned down by caretaker. They're calm, knowing it's just a precaution, but as soon as the burning rod gets closer to their body, whumpee starts shouting "Wait! Wait, I need just a minute. Please give me a minute!"

Jessica Jones 3x05 - Erik Gelden whump

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

The magic user being so out of it and giddy that their handler has to catch them out of a sway. The magic user looks up to their friend, wondering, have they always looked so nice? They reach up, a spell still on their fingertips.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

Whumper’s hand covering their mouth so they can’t spit it back out. Whumpee’s half lidded eyes pleading with Whumper as they maintain eye contact. Throat taut and Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as they struggle.

“W-what? Where am I,” whumpee says in a foggy half drugged state.

“Shh shh darling, we haven’t arrived yet.”

Their vision is blurry but they see the whumper step away. They weakly lift their head off the floor/gurney to see them grab a syringe. Their eyes grow wide as they start mumbling drunkly

“w-wait, what is that?”

The whumper slowly reaches for and arm and turns it over to find a vein as they whumpee tries to stop them but are to weak/drugged to really move.

“It’s okay, we will be there soon. I don’t really need you awake yet, but I promise we are almost there.” As they inject the serum in and watch their head fall slightly back down as they fight for consciousness.