#broken leg

@whumpgifathon | Day 2: Broken Bones

Nov 6 update. Need supplies for Winter!

"I hope you’re always in good health and wellness. My dear beloved, I swear to you, I’m in great need of buying the rest of the nylon and wood to prepare the tent for the cold weather. I’m in urgent need of $50, please, my love — you’ve always been generous with me. Save my children from the cold, I swear it’s more important to me than food. Wishing you always good health and wellness. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️

If I don’t pay $100, I will be evicted and will have no place to go, and my children will be left homeless in this brutal war. Please save me — you have always been merciful with me. I love you; you are everything beautiful in my life. I swear you always save me from every crisis. May you always be well, my beloved heart and soul. ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 Today 1:45 PM

✅️Vetted✅️ by association through @ayoosh-gaza77 (vetted alternate link). Proof under cut.

medicine is a huge concernas of Sep 2 (see below cut )

Making a more scroll-friendly post to boost them as their latest post is not scroll-friendly.

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A kilo of flour costs 20$, a kilo of sugar 15$,

Oil 20$, and vegetables are also very expensive. We cannot even make a salad; it costs a plate 30$."

There is no cooking fuel. Wood is used but is still expensive

The tent has deteriorated and is no longer habitable due to environmental factors.

Life has become very difficult.

The Occupation has systematically destroyed every social infrastructure that makes civil society possible, whether it be healthcare, food systems, or education. They've targeted schools, hospitals, businesses, and every person who supports their community through their profession.

Rana and Ahmed (@ranafam11) are educators from Khan Younis, with Rana as a statistics professor at the Islamic University of Gaza and Ahmed as the principal of his school: both institutions have now been destroyed.

Flowerpawarts has compiled a huge list of similar artists providing incentives for vetted.

(check links to make sure they accept any of the verification lists or vetters for campaign you want to support , and you should make sure they accept the big verification lists or aren't just for a specific family)

may 12: 5 YEAR OLD OMAR BROKE HIS LEG

Caretaker managed to escape the fall unscathed when they landed. Whumpee, however, broke their arm/leg/whatever and can't move. So Caretaker has to carry Whumpee through an unknown part of the cave/etc, and maybe fight monsters/bandits/etc along the way too.

Being broken

While my owner cannot take me out in society shackled and chained, a plaster cast offers at least a sort of publicly acceptable restraint. On one foot and crutches there is no running for me, no rushing around, no haste or urgency.

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Jack Kline x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1169

Warnings: Breaking a leg

Y/N: Your Name 

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Over time as whumpee grows weaker and more desperate for escape or rescue they repeatedly break whumpee's leg in the same place to test how the healing factor works as the bone grows stronger each time it heals.

Whumpee's team finally comes to rescue them. Caretaker rushes to whumpee's side and releases whumpee's restraints grimacing at how thin and gaunt they are, the bruising and scars littering their body, and the gruesome mottled bruising and swelling of whumpee's leg. "What have they done to you?"

.................

Whumpee rests on the bed in the hospital wing of their team's compound trying desperately not to associate the just slightly too bright lights, the machinery, and the hospital bed with the cold, hard, sterile lab room filled with so many memories of pain. This should feel safe, should feel like home. It doesn't.

Caretaker sits by their bed gently stroking their hand comfortingly as the team's doctor comes in.

"So, physically there is only one thing that concerns me that your healing factor won't take care of is your leg. It seems to have been broken and rebroken several times based upon scarring I am seeing on your X-ray. Unfortunately it has healed incorrectly and needs to be rebroken to be reset so it can heal properly."

Whumpee's heart rate immediately increases, hand gripping at caretaker's as they begin to hyperventilate.

"So, due to your increased metabolism we won't be able to put you to sleep for the procedure, but we will make you as comfortable as possible during and after the procedure."

Whumpee's vision begins to blur as flashbacks and memories of pain race through their mind overtaking anything else.

"No..." Whumpee mutters breathlessly. Caretaker's brow furrows in concern watching whumpee's increasing panic and reminding them to breathe.

"It's okay. You're safe now. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just breathe."

Whumpee hears caretaker's words but can't bring themselves to believe them in their panic.

The doctor presses on. "I don't think you understand. If we don't do this procedure you could have permanent damage to the ligaments and muscles surrounding your calf that could impact your mobility. I'm sorry, I know you have been through an.... ordeal, but we need to do it now. I'll schedule it for tomorrow morning." The doctor says patting whumpee's leg.

"N...n...no. Please...no.... I.... I.... don't..... I.... can't.....Please!" Whumpee pants as they try to make themselves as small in their hospital bed as possible.

Caretaker's hands begin to white-knuckle the side of the bed where whumpee's hand has been in theirs prior to their jerking it away as their shaking became nearly uncontrollable.

"Don't. Touch. Him." Caretaker practically growls as they move to physically block whumpee from the doctor's view.

"I understand whumpee is distressed, but this is in his best interest."

Caretaker sees red as whumpee continues to hyperventilate. "Best interest?! I think it is in his best interest to not traumatize him further. Get out!" Caretaker steps continuously closer until the doctor is out of the room before turning and rushing back to whumpee. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. No one is going to do anything you're not okay with. Just breathe with me. In and out. In and out."

Slowly, whumpee matches caretaker's breathing and begins to calm the shaking in his body with tears still streaming down his face.

Whumpee looks suddenly exhausted and so so young. "I'm sorry." They mutter to caretaker, accepting them stroking their hair soothingly as they continue to calm.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm sorry I let that doctor even come near you or make you feel like you didn't have a choice. You always have a choice." Caretaker murmurs soothingly as they continue to stroke whumpee's hair. They wait for a response, but as caretaker looks down, they see that whumpee has fallen asleep.