#caring

Whumpee who’s so exhausted from having a hard time keeping anything down that they’re just kinda out of it and unable to hold conversations

Caretaker helping Whumpee bathe, stepping in more and more as their energy depletes - by the end of it they’re helping Whumpee sit upright as they gently rinse shampoo out of their hair

Whumpee who’s unable to express to Caretaker the relief they feel to be clean by the end of it except for hums (Caretaker can tell by how much calmer they seem afterwards)

Whumpee in too much pain/too exhausted to do much except lie down on the couch, but they’re so happy to just be in the living room. Caretaker and their chosen family/roomates/etc do normal house stuff and chat with each other. Whumpee’s just glad they’re not alone

Caretaker keeping Whumpee steady as they walk to the dining table while everyone else cooks their own meals

Caretaker quickly heats up some soup for Whumpee before making themselves a sandwich, knowing Whumpee takes longer to get through meals

When they feel well enough, Whumpee is able to eat with the rest of the group, and is tasked with dish drying duty afterwards as they can do that sitting down (and still participate in tasks)

Caretaker braiding Whumpee’s hair when they’re too tired to do it themselves. Being gentle but still getting all the knots out, going slower when they notice Whumpee tensing

(Fictional story) When others drove past a sinking school bus, Tank Morrison stopped. At 68, with a body worn by age, he leapt into the rushing waters without hesitation. Inside, children were screaming for their lives.

One by one, he pulled seven kids from the submerged bus. But 14-year-old Emma was swept downstream. Tank reached her, and for three long hours—his arm broken, his side bleeding—he held her above the water, whispering words of courage to keep her calm.

When rescuers finally arrived, Emma lived. But Tank, his strength spent, slipped beneath the waves.