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Whumptober 2024 No. 6- Not Realizing They're Injured/ "It's Not My Blood"
This one is a bit long, so I've put it under the cut!
Whumpee stumbled back into the base. They intended to pass everyone by and go straight to their room; they felt tired after that scuffle with Whumper's team.
“Hey, you're finally home,” Teammate said, “you could've said something.”
“Sorry,” Whumpee said, “I'm just really really tired.”
Teammate gave them a strange look. Whumpee shrugged it off and meant to move past them, but Teammate stopped them.
“Hang on,” they said, “Medic, can you come here for a sec?”
Medic closed their book and approached the pair. They looked Whumpee up and down.
“What are you hiding?” Medic asked sternly.
“Hiding?” Whumpee asked, “I’m not hiding anything…”
Teammate went to argue, but then their eyes landed on Whumpee’s shirt.
“Oh my gosh,” they whispered, “is that blood?”
“Blood?” Whumpee said, suddenly having trouble getting their words out.
They followed Teammate’s gaze and went pale. A deep red stain bloomed on their shirt, getting larger and larger.
“Huh, well, it’s not my blood,” Whumpee slurred.
Without warning they lurched forward. Medic and Teammate barely caught them.
“Help me get them to the med bay, then call Caretaker and Leader,” Medic ordered.
“Wha’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Teammate lied.
Teammate and Medic helped Whumpee onto an operating table.
“On an unrelated note, where were you this evening?” Teammate asked.
Whumpee’s head lolled to the side, their breathing becoming labored.
“I… I was…”
Caretaker and Leader came bursting in.
“Whumpee what the heck!?” Caretaker exclaimed.
They rushed to Whumpee’s side, as did Leader. Whumpee winced as Medic peeled back their shirt. A collective gasp from everyone. A huge stab wound pulsating red. Whumpee looked down at their own body.
“Huh, tha’s not good…”
“Don’t you dare-” Leader warned.
“Sorry…”
Whumpee’s eyes fluttered shut, and any shouts from their team became muffled and distant as they fell into unconsciousness.
…
Whumpee stirred as the harsh fluorescent lights of the med bay beamed through their eyelids. They groaned, eyes fluttering open, and they tried to sit up.
“Hey, hey! Easy, easy…”
A gentle but firm force pushed them back down. Whumpee’s vision cleared and saw Caretaker sitting by their bedside.
“This isn’t my room,” Whumpee croaked.
“Yeah no kidding, Sherlock,” Caretaker huffed, “you’re still in the med bay. You’re hurt, you need to stay down.”
Leader knocked on the door frame.
“Good, they’re awake,” they said, entering the room.
They sat down on Whumpee’s other side.
“What happened, Whumpee?” Leader asked.
“I don’t know!” Whumpee answered, “I was out, and there was a scuffle with Whumper’s group. I thought I managed to get out of there without getting hurt, but…”
Whumpee looked down at their bandaged side.
“Yeah…” they said.
“Where were you when you ran into them?” Leader prodded gently.
Whumpee braced for the scolding they knew would come. And it most certainly did.
“WHUMPEE!” Leader shouted, “are you insane? Are you actually insane? What in blazes were you doing there!? You know not to go to a dangerous place like that alone! That is basic, common knowledge!”
“I know I know I know I’m sorry,” Whumpee said quickly, “I didn’t mean to go there. I just kinda… wound up there? I was following one of them, doing some recon, and we just ended up there.”
Leader didn’t look convinced.
“I’m telling the truth!” Whumpee protested, “and hey, now I can tell you guys where the base is!”
“Oh yeah?” Leader folded their arms across their chest, “where is it?”
“It was…” Whumpee paused, their head starting to swim, “I think it was… hang on it’s kinda fuzzy right now-”
“Leader, can’t you grill them later?” Caretaker asked sharply, “I’m surprised they’ve held a conversation this long. Save the interrogation for someone else.”
Leader huffed, standing.
“Where are you going?” Whumpee asked, eyes drooping.
“For a walk,” Leader snapped, “with the one person I can trust not to be an idiot. Myself!”
Leader stormed out, and Whumpee could hear the front door slam from all the way in the med bay.
“They hate me,” Whumpee sighed.
“Oh yeah, that’s why they’re so mad that you got hurt,” Caretaker deadpanned.
“I didn’t mean to find the base!” Whumpee said, “I thought the goon was heading to commit a crime or something, not go home!”
“What’s all that racket!?”
Whumpee and Caretaker exchanged a frightened look. Medic. If they thought Leader’s anger was bad, it had nothing on Medic’s.
“Whumpee!” Medic glared, entering the med bay, “I leave for five minutes and you’re already exciting yourself, don’t you know what bedrest means!?”
“Sorry,” Whumpee yawned.
“Look at you, you’ve already gotten yourself exhausted! For the love of all things good, settle down and go back to sleep!”
“You don’t gotta tell me twi…”
Whumpee trailed off, falling asleep before they could finish their sentence. Medic rolled their eyes and looked to Caretaker.
“Leader yelled at them, didn’t they?” Medic demanded.
Caretaker nodded silently.
“They’re next.” Medic promised.
Medic turned on their heel, muttering something along the lines of, “how is anyone supposed to get better around here” before heading out of the room.
Caretaker winced as the front door slammed a second time. They turned and took Whumpee’s hand, rubbing circles into it with their thumb. They were safe, that was all that mattered. The others could do to notice that.
