Haemoptysis

@whumperless-whump-event Day 25: Respiratory Distress: Coughing up blood / sick and injured / "Don't make me laugh, it hurts."

If Eliot's there then so are Parker and Hardison!

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‘NOW!’

Lucille stopped almost dead, all burning rubber and squealing brakes, and despite being the one who called it, Eliot grimaced as the seatbelt yanked him back into the seat.

Something in his chest went “pop” and his side became a wall of flame and pain, and Eliot grit his teeth hard to prevent himself blacking out.

He had work to do!

But he’d only just managed to get the belt undone and the door opened when his vision swam and he was attacked by a swarm of black dots…

AN: Finally got to writing another thing. Its been an interesting week.

This is for the Dreme Anniversary Whump Event

Tagging: @tildeathiwillwrite @whumperofworlds

CWs: broken ribs, mentions of explosions, suffocation, loss of consciousness, gunshots, minor character death

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She was surely dying. It had all been a trap. They knew she was coming and they rigged the building. She only noticed when the door locked behind her; the click seemed to echo through the silence that followed. The silence telling her what happened here.

Now, she lay in the rubble, part of the roofing crushing her right side. Everything was spinning. Or was it just the tears clouding her eyes? She was breathing quickly. Far too quickly, yet not fast enough to fill her lungs.

Her target stood above her. Or, moreso, on top of her. Their voice betrayed their grin, "Got you."

They leaned into the rubble. Iris choked as they felt a rib break under the preasure. The crack echoed through her soul, a sound she knew would haunt her later.

A familiar voice reached her, "Step away or I shoot." Rajdev stepped into view, rifle pointed at their chest.

They stepped back, releasing some of the pressure. Iris gasped for air, hands shaking as she attempted to push off the debris.

He glanced down to her with potent worry before focusing back on his target, "Thank you."

The gunshot echoed across the now flattened building. The pair of them were there to kill them after all. But it didn't matter now.

Raj knelt beside her and began to lift the debris. He was strong when he needed to be.

Why could she still not breathe? Why-

Raj's voice was a distant sound, as if from a memory, "Fuck."

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Hey! This is such a great condition to put your whumpee in!

Well first, it is not easy to deal with a broken rib and a cold! So you have to imagine a whumpee, who is already very debilitated and tired, and as soon as they sneeze or cough suddenly feel a very strong pain in the chest, like a sharp stabbing pang.

There will be two probable consequences of this great pain: first our whumpee has difficulty breathing: heavy breaths, they won't even be able to talk because of the pain, so they would only grunt, and moan in pain… You can have all of that!

Plus, the rib would move because of the cough and this will delay healing, forcing whumpee in bed for far longer they actually planned. They will grow frustrated, sad, always depending on somebody else... not at all an ideal situation.

Then there can also happen some major serious problems, such as pneumonia, that will inevitably bring high fever, worse coughs and more fatigue; but also pneumothorax (one of my personal favorites!), aka a collapsed lung, that occurs when the broken rib punctures the lung, bringing air into the space between the lung and chest wall. Pneumothorax is really dangerous, the whumpee would be barely able to breathe, debilitating even further and with fewer chances to survive if this isn't treated quickly.

-sickiehugs

how am I supposed to juggle the fact that Oscar won with a BROKEN RIB and Lando is wearing an AUSTRALIAN hat. Like Landos not my fav driver but having a non-aussie wearing Australian olympic merch is like crazy to me.