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"...I've lost a lot of blood so you'll have t... to repeat that, like... one word at a time."
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@whumptober | Day #16: Disorientation Hulk (2003)
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Do you wake up disoriented?
Yes, always, and it takes effort or external signals to re-orient
Yes, always, but only for a moment
Yes, sometimes, and it takes effort or external signals to re-orient
Yes, sometimes, but only for a moment
Rarely; it takes effort or external signals to re-orient
Rarely; only for a moment
No
Other/it's complicated
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Whumptober 2025 | No. 16: “I’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet.” | Disorientation
Supernatural 10.02
This was her punishment for questioning the world as it was, instead of swallowing it blind like an obedient child taking her medicine.
— Elaine Hsieh Chou, Disorientation
Whump drabbles, 25/100: night
“You shouldn’t be up.”
Whumpee knew the words, but struggled to put together their meaning. She sought support from the wall, the world around her blurring the longer she stood. Warm hands found her waist just as her knees buckled beneath her.
“Oops, I’ve got you. It’s okay, love. Let’s go back to bed.”
“Bed,” Whumpee repeated. That she could understand. She let the other person guide her, trusting that voice, that touch, without fully knowing who it was.
Soon she sank into the mattress, and sleep came easy as that someone tucked her in and lay right behind them.