a petri dish of woe

“Look at me. I’m not mad, please, it’s… it’s okay.”

“Are you ashamed to be seen with me now?”

“Are you crying?” “What? No! Fuck off, just… just leave me alone!”

“I must look so pathetic right now.”

“You must think I’m pathetic.”

“This is nothing to be ashamed off—“ “Well, I am! I am ashamed because everyone saw!”

“Don’t treat me like something broken.”

“Please, don’t… Don’t joke about this.”

“They… They uploaded the videos? I—I can’t—” “Hey, no, don’t— Come on, you need to breathe.”

“They’re talking about me. My trauma is the gossip of the week.”

“I never wanted you to see me this way.”

“Can we just pretend this whole thing never happened?”

"Where are you hurt?"

“Hey… wait up… I feel dizzy.”

“You don't look very well. When did you last drink water?”

“Come on, let’s get you in the shade…”

“Let’s take a break before you have to take a permanent break.”

“How long have you been out here in the sun?”

“We’re almost out of water…”

“Whoa, your skin is really warm. Are you feeling okay?”

“Easy there. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but I found you passed out on the trail and dragged you in the shade. Help is on the way. You okay?”

“Shut up and let me help you.”

“We need some help over there! Someone collapsed!”

"i.. need to sit down for a bit.."

"god, you’re burning up… have you been feeling sick all day?"

"i.. think so.."

"Just five minutes. I need five minutes." The whumpee says as they're about to pass out mid-task.

As they're biding their own time before The Explosion.

As they're trying to calm themselves down after The Big Reveal.