I'm not sure if I should put out tw s, I've never written anything in my life that'd go public. But ye, there's bit of blood. (but it's whump, so??)
Whumpee was laying in the tub.
Their stomach was cut wide open, their hands prodding around the insides. Red blood was mixing with blue fluid sipping from torn tubes tangled amongst organs. The few centimetres of shallow water stained dirty purple.
Each time their trembling fingers accidentally prodded the organic part of the body, they sucked in small breaths of pain. But they couldn't stop. Not until they find and replace the malfunctioning part.
It'd be easier to ask someone for help. Especially since their vision was glitching, and at this point all they did was by feel.
...they'd rather die than let someone mess with their wiring.
So they bit down harder on the cloth they were holding in their teeth, and reached for the pliers.
