CWs: Non-consensual drugging, restraints, implied bad home life
Brandon struggled in his binds as the doctors prepared the injection. He did not want to be in the room again. He did not want to see the man covered in blood again. He did not want to relive it again.
"Brandon, I'm sorry." One of the doctors said. "It's for your own good."
"NO!! NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE!! PLEASE NOT THE ROOM!! PLEASE!!" His screams fell on deaf ears as the doctor injected the sedative into his arm. His struggles grew more frantic, his screams growing louder. Why wouldn't they listen to him?! Why were they doing this to him?
His mind was already getting hazy. He looked at the doctor with glazed, teary eyes. "Please... Not the..." His eyes slipped closed.
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D11: Confessions (5TH AND FINAL PART OF DIANE WHUMP!!) @whumpril
HAPPY DAY ELEVEEEEENNN! Congratulations... you've made it to the FINAL PART of Diane's suffer story. If you've read all the parts up until now, thank you fr doing so; I hope you've enjoyed the story's incremental progression, and I hope this ending will leave you satisfied and content. :) If you haven't read all the parts, don't worry; I will soon make one post with all the parts of this story linked! Without further ado, ENJOY!! ❤️
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"Here you go, babe." Wolf had two blue dissolveables of the medicine in one paw, and a glass of water in the other.
"Thank you." Diane whispered. After taking the things from his hand, she popped the Aleve in her mouth and gulped down the water.
"Better?"
"Well, not yet. It has to get in my system." She whispered once more, wincing while she propped herself up by leaning on her elbows. "Ow, ow, ow." She squeaked.
"Heeeey, hey! Don't get up." Wolf grabbed her left paw and carefully laid down the pillow that the fox was using as support to sit up. "Lean back. Yea, yea, that's it." Diane slowly leaned back, continuing to make small pain-induced noises. While she struggled, Wolf kept holding her hand.
"You got it. Alllllmost there." With a sigh of relief, Diane perfectly plopped back on her pillow.
"And the crowd goes wild! AAAAA, she did ittttt~" He cupped his hands and whisper-shouted. Diane shook her head and giggled; he did the same.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?" Wolf leaned his face into her, looking as happy as a puppy while his sophisticated tail wagged.
"Can we cuddle...?" Diane said groggily, her voice sounding a little loopy.
He smiled. "Of course we can." He walked around Diane's bed, then scootched into her right side after getting snug under the covers.
"You don't have to ask, y'know. After all, we're official, aren't we?" He gently said in his standard gravelly tone before kissing Diane, who had buried her face in his chest. One, two, three... now uncountable.
"Stooooop~ I didn't ask to be showered with affection!" She rubbed the kisses Wolf had attacked her with off her cheeks.
"You know you like it." He smirked. "Besides, your face is at lip-level. It's hard to ignore."
"You little devil..." Diane teased, which made him chuckle heartily. His cheeks burned and his eyes widened after Diane had pecked his nose.
"What? I had to return the favor~" Diane's pupils glimmered with desire.
"Hm. Fair enough~" Wolf met her gaze with the same brightness and passion.
"Welp-" Wolf yawned and stretched his arms out with a tension-relieving groan. "I think we should get some shut-eye. It's still pretty early."
Diane looked at the square alarm clock on the dresser beside her. 2:15. "Eesh, you're right." Diane remarked before the duo shimmied further into the covers. "G'night."
"Goodnight my love." After a breathtaking smooch on the lips was shared between them, they drifted off to sleep.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Diane faintly heard in her subconscious.
"Baaaabe... time to get uuuuup..." Wolf, leaning on her, mumbled in her ear.
Diane groaned, stretching the right side of her face with her right paw. "What time is it...?" Smacking her lips, she squinted at the clock.
"6:55." With another groan alongside an eye roll, Diane laid her head on Wolf's lap. "At least the sun's a nice touch." Diane looked at her shuttered window, which had gold-orange rays of sunlight coming from it.
"Are you feeling better?" Wolf asked while softly rubbing her head.
"Mmmm, a little bit..." Diane mumbled.
"Good." Wolf leaned over her to kiss the top of her round head.
"Hehe~"
"Soooo, you were gonna tell me how that dream made you feel?"
"Riiiight... well-" Diane sighed. "When I woke up, I felt so... helpless. So depressed. I found myself comparing my suffering to you, and I was just really down in the dumps."
"Hm? Whaddaya mean by comparing?"
"Well, I was seduced by Kitty, then I went through self-deprecation, ditziness, tremors, vomiting, and a migraine in the aftermath."
"Right."
"You, on the other hand... you simply got framed. The only pain you had to deal with was personality bruising and uncomfortable handcuffs."
"Right?" Diane asked after a moment of silence.
"Well-" Wolf sighed, then began twirling and curling Diane's unkempt bed head fur with one of his furry fingers. "You're almost right."
Diane raised her eyebrows. "Remember how we got caught by Doom?"
"Mhm. Kidnapping, right?"
"Right. It was more than that though." Wolf coldly added before drooping his head down. "Doom tranquillized us."
"She WHAT?" Diane sprang up, but was forced to lie back down in Wolf's warm lap when her neck pricked with cramps.
"Yep!" Wolf sighed again and shook his head. "It was rough. As soon as Kitty and her thugs freed us from those chairs we were tied to, my legs were as shaky as Jello. I had to strain my joints for a good 24 hours just so I could fulfill Kitty's demands and be there for my gang."
He paused, but Diane didn't give a response. "Well, over 24 hours actually... I had to take care of you." Now the fox could see the fatigue behind his loving eyes, the slight twitches in his wide smile, the puffiness of his eyelids.
"Wow... Wolf, I had no idea." Diane's voice softened. Her ears politely drooped to and brushed the sides of her face. "I'm so sorry."
"Hey, it's alright. I should have told you before you got hit with the side effects..."
"No, I take full blame for this!" Diane exclaimed upright. "I'm a jerk." She sharply murmured. "How was I so- so stupid to think that I'm the only one who-"
"Stop." Wolf grabbed her wrists and lowered her hands from their sporadic movements and gestures. "It's normal to feel alone in your pain." Her shoulders relaxed, her chest inflated with admiration and a newfound pride, and her eyes sparkled for the first time since their entanglement with The Bad Girls.
"It's normal for your brain to overcomplicate things and make you think you're the only one who's struggling. In reality, though, it isn't true. The truth is that everyone has their struggles... struggles in relationships, struggles in life, struggles with themselves. You just gotta remember that we're all going through this crazy rollercoaster together. You gotta have-"
"Hope." Diane finished for him.
"Exactly. We're going to get through this, Diane. You said so... remember?" Once he had said his peace, Diane yanked him by his collar and blessed him with a feathery, dreamy kiss. He made some noises in protest, but, when he had realized what Diane was actually doing to him, he melted like a chocolate bar thrown into a microwave.
After their 10 seconds of bliss, the fox separated her passionate lips from his so they could catch their breath. "I love you, Moe." Diane panted.
"I love you too, you sly fox." Wolf returned her arduous gift, turning their heads this way and that while they enjoyed it. They separated once more for reprieve, then slowly leaned forward towards each other to get a third kiss and their fill of each other for that morning.
When they had regained composure of themselves, their cheeks burned. "I-I'm sorry, I-" Diane stammered.
"N-no, no, you're good, I-" Wolf stuttered.
"GET A ROOM YOU TWO!" Their heads whipped to the door — it was Snake along with the rest of the Guys.
Wolf buried his face in his hands, groaning with embarrassment. "H-how much did you see?!?" Diane blurted, her face rising in temperature.
"Not much!" Shark reassured. "Just that one kiss."
"WHEW~" Wolf and Diane said together with the synchronized brush of sweat from their foreheads.
"Wolf told us everything over text last night, and we wanted to stop by and check on you." Webs explained.
"How you doing, Di?" Piranha asked.
"Better!" Diane nervously giggled, needlessly brushing a strand of fur from her face. "Much better."
She was about to attempt to stand up, but Wolf stretched out his arm in front of her. "WOA, WOA, WOA, easy, babe. You're not 100% just yet." He lectured.
"Neither are you." Snake said to Wolf. "We know you're still suffering from the side effects."
"Ahaha. Thanks for caring so much about me, buddy, but I'm really fi-" Wolf stood up only to gradually fall face first onto the floor. Diane jumped up with paws over her mouth, while the others rushed to the canine's side.
"Wolf?!?" Shark yelled.
"Are you okay?!?!?" Piranha frantically asked, helping Wolf back to his feet.
"Whoops!" Wolf rubbed his neck. "Looks like all the work caught up to me, hahah."
"Now we get to take care of you~" Diane said smittenly, intentionally pecking him on the nose again so he could blush in front of everyone.
"Ohhhh YEA! Nurse me back to health, darling~~" Wolf jumped into her arms and nuzzled his head against her. Everyone shared a laugh. After years and years of feeing like the odd one out, Diane knew that everything she had endured had prepared her for this relationship, this love, and this moment. No longer was she stuck trying to find where she belonged; she was home.
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This snippet takes place during Y/N's part of the story! There are some things in here that will only make sense if you've read this snippet from whumptober though.
It is fairly long, so most of it is going under the cut!
Y/N closed her book and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Another novel finished. She just needed to find Alaric to return it to him.
She passed through the hallways, her slippers flopping with every step.
“Alaric?” she called.
She knew he was likely going to scold her for wandering the corridors without permission, but the book was part of a series, and it had ended on a cliffhanger. She needed to know what happened next.
Distant sobs roused her from her search. She turned in the direction of an operating room.
“Al, you did everything you could, man,” Stanley’s voice echoed.
“Not enough… it’s never enough.”
She realized the sobbing was coming from Alaric himself. She went to approach, but Trinity blocked her path.
“Hon, what are you doing out here?” Trinity asked.
“I-I was just looking for Alaric-”
Trinity glanced over her shoulder. Y/N followed her gaze, but Trinity whirled her around before she could see.
“Let’s get you back to your room,” she said quickly, “Alaric is busy right now, but I can help you, okay?”
Trinity gave her no room to argue, so Y/N let herself be escorted back to her room.
…
Alaric downed the second glass of bourbon. Another patient lost, because of him. Because he was too slow. Because medicine had failed him again.
“Doctor?” a voice echoed.
“What is-”
Alaric was interrupted by his own gasp. A girl stood before him. She looked very similar to Y/N, but Alaric knew this wasn’t his current patient.
“Are you blaming yourself again?”
“You’re not real,” Alaric muttered.
“It wasn’t your fault, Doctor,” the girl went on as she approached.
Alaric could hear her rapid, irregular heartbeat pounding in his own ears.
“You did everything you could,” she went on.
She put a cold, clammy hand on his shoulder. Alaric nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Stop,” he mumbled, “stop.”
“You can’t save everyone-”
“Enough, Monica!” Alaric shouted.
He turned to face her, but there was nothing there. He took shallow, shuddering breaths.
…
Trinity carried Y/N’s book to Alaric’s living quarters. She knocked on the door.
“Al,” she called, “are you okay?”
No answer. Trinity steeled herself, then opened the door and stepped inside. What she saw had her dropping the book to the floor.
“Alaric, what the he** are you doing!?”
Alaric looked up from the phlebotomy set.
“I’m saving him” he smiled weakly.
He looked ready to pass out. There were already four vials of his blood next to him on the desk.
Trinity crossed the room with slow, careful steps. Her hand hovered over her radio.
“Doctor, I think you’ve got enough vials there,” she said softly, “how about we pull the needle out now?”
“But he needs a transfusion,” Alaric protested, “I’m a universal donor.”
“Alaric,” Trinity took a deep breath.
The patient they had lost today. A blood transfusion wasn’t going to save him. She could see the glint in Alaric’s eyes though; telling him the truth would only make this worse. She needed to act fast, or Alaric was going to need a transfusion himself.
“We’ve got plenty of blood in the bank, Doc,” Trinity said, “you can’t operate if you’re woozy.”
Alaric took so long to reply, the fifth vial was almost full. Wordlessly, he removed the tubing from his vein and stuck a cotton ball over the site, securing it with medical tape.
“Make sure you get this to him,” Alaric slurred.
“Al?”
His head lolled back, and he was out like a light. Trinity cursed. She pulled out her radio.
“Stanley, meet me in Al’s office,” she said, “and have Courtney prep a room.”
…
Alaric had woken up by the time Stanley got there.
“Al,” he said, his tone deceptively casual, “what are you doing, man?”
“I have to get these vials to our patient,” Alaric said.
“If he sees the empty room, he’s gonna freak,” Trinity whispered.
Stanley nodded.
“I’ll do that, don’t worry,” he said, “you have so much on your plate already.”
“No job is too small in our line of work,” Alaric said.
“Alaric, listen to me,” Trinity said, “you can’t see Patient 319.”
Alaric stared with a mixture of bewilderment and offense.
“Why not? Is there something you know that I don’t?”
“He’s not here anymore,” Trinity tried.
“I didn’t authorize a discharge,” Alaric said, his eyes narrowing.
He was swaying on his feet. Stanley felt the syringe in his belt bag. He glanced at Trinity, who nodded.
Stanley closed the distance between himself and Alaric.
“Where is my patient, Trinity?” Alaric asked, his voice low.
Stanley stepped behind Alaric, pretending to read the paperwork on the desk.
“Trinity Jones, if something happened to my- ah!”
The needle went into his back shoulder muscle. Stanley slammed the depressor down with his thumb. He removed the needle just before Alaric whirled around.
“Stanley, what did you do?”
“Al, Patient 319 is gone. They passed on the table,” Stanley said.
“No…no…”
“You’re not yourself,” he went on, “we’re gonna help you.”
…
Alaric blinked rapidly. This did nothing to clear his vision; on the contrary, it seemed to only blur quicker that way.
“Don’t listen to them, Doctor,” Monica said, “you can’t lose another patient.”
Alaric nodded.
“He’s in the operating room now,” Monica added, “you need to save him. He needs you.”
“Outoftheway!”
Alaric stumbled forward. No. He couldn’t let the drug win. He had to get to Patient 319, before something bad happened.
Strong arms caught him before he could hit the ground.
“Easy, easy,” Stanley’s voice echoed.
Alaric blinked up just as Courtney entered the room. He was pretty sure it was Courtney, anyway. It was getting increasingly difficult to make out anything beyond basic shapes and colors.
“Doctor?” Monica asked.
“I’m sorry, Monica…”
Alaric could do no more after that.
…
Y/N climbed out of bed at the sound of commotion on her hall. She peeked through the doorway to see Trinity, Stanley, and Courtney heading down the corridor. Alaric sat amongst them, being escorted along in a wheelchair. Stranger than this was the fact that he had been dressed in a full-body straitjacket.
“Guys?” Y/N called.
“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Stanley called over his shoulder, “Alaric’s gonna be fine.”
The last time one of them had told her that, Alaric had almost died from a fever. Just what had happened in that operating room?
