𝐻𝓊𝓇𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉

The idea of turning a Whumpee against everything they’ve ever known. Using fond memories, drugging them up so they can’t tell fiction from reality, and then brutally torturing them to make those memories into nightmares.

And then Whumpee is handed over to caretaker. After disappearing for weeks. They look noticeably different. Cheeks hollowed from starvation, bruises mottling their body, lightning-shaped scars from being shocked.

“Whumee?” Caretaker approaches too quickly, trying to pull them into a hug.

“Oh—I’m so glad you’re—“

Bathing Whump

(Gif from Izombs on Pinterest)

🫧 Whumpee pressing their head against the shower tile, trying to stop themselves from passing out under the hot water

🫧 Caretaker washing Whumpee’s hair when they are too weak to do it themselves.

🫧 caretaker using the shower as a break from caring for Whumpee and then feeling guilty about it

🫧 Whumpee falling asleep in the shower. It’s the only place they feel safe.

🫧 Whumpee showering as quickly as possible—achingly aware of Whumper’s impatience.

🫧 Caretaker and Whumpee bathing together once Whumpee is comfortable enough with their scars.

Caretaker pushes a plate of warm, homemade comfort food towards Whumpee. Sitting on the floor with them.

“This used to be your favorite.” Caretaker says gently, they don’t miss how Whumpee flinches when the plate is pushed towards them, how they look at it like it’s something they don’t deserve.

Caretaker also doesn’t miss how gaunt Whumpee looked when they were rescued. The sharp definition in their cheekbones, the ribs that protruded slightly out of their wounded skin, the hollowness in their exhausted eyes.

And now, even weeks later, Whumpee still doesn’t look at food the same.

Caretaker tried not to push—they really didn’t—but frustration and grief spills over for a moment when they see Whumpee insist that they aren’t hungry.

Hospital Whump

🩹 Whumpee shivering in the cold hospital rooms despite being under so many blankets

🩹 Whumpee—high on pain meds—clinging to Caretaker like they’re the only thing tethering them to the world

🩹 Caretaker sleeping by Whumpee’s side in cold plastic hospital chairs. (Or Caretaker falling asleep half sitting, half laying on the bed with Whumpee in their arms

🩹 Whumpee in a haze of delirium trying to pull wires out of their skin

🩹 sedation.

🩹 Caretaker holding Whumpee’s hands as wounds are tended to

🩹 Caretaker gently spoon-feeding Whumpee soup from the hospital cafeteria

-Whumpee trying to swallow and feelings knives in their throat

-Whumpee not knowing if they can’t breathe because they’re panicking or can’t breathe because their throat is closing up

-Caretaker desperately trying to figure out how to work an Epi-pen because Whumpee is too panicked or not conscious enough to do it themselves

-The panic only gets worse when the injection is given. It’s straight epinephrine so poor Whumpee is just shaking

- did whumpee do this willingly? Did their dosage just run out and their insurance is now claiming that they don’t really need it? Is someone forcing them to stop?

-flu like symptoms to the moon. Poor whumpee is just a mushy shivery mess by day 2.

-emotions going haywire. Whatever mental disorder that was being alleviated with the medication is now gone. Whumpee might cry over little things, snap at their caretaker(s), or maybe completely disassociate and feel nothing at all.

- Nausea. Poor Whumpee can’t keep anything down, not even that steaming brown of chicken noodle soup.

🌙 “shh, it’s okay. I’ll stay right here with you the whole time.”

🌙 “stop fighting it, Whumpee. Just relax.”

🌙 “promise me you’ll stay.”

🌙 “it’s safe now. You don’t have to do anything else but rest.”

🌙 “I want to sleep but everything hurts too much.”

🌙 “stop trying to lie. you look like you can barely keep your eyes open.”

🌙 “I see Whumper’s face everytime I close my eyes.”

🌙 *gentle humming while stroking Whumpee’s hair*

🌙 “if you need to rest, then rest.”

🌙 “you’ll probably feel a lot better when you wake up.”

🌙 “I’m scared I won’t wake up.”

🌙 “the medicine is making you sleepy. Just let it do what it needs to do.”