#tw arrow

Warnings: blood, wounds, arrow, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Villain limped towards the med bay, stumbling any time they put any weight on their right leg. The leg throbbed with each beat of their heart. The swath of bandages they wrapped around their leg was stained red and was no longer stabilizing the arrow that Hero had shot them with.

Villain cursed as they stumbled once more, nearly falling on their injured leg. They threw themself to the side to avoid landing on the leg.

Supervillain poked their head out from a nearby room. "What's with all the noise?" They frowned at Villain.

"Hero shot me. With an arrow," they said through clenched teeth as they used the wall to stand. "Who the fuck uses arrows?"

"Hero apparently." Supervillain offered Villain their arm. "Let's get you to the med bay and get you cleaned up."

Villain gratefully leaned on Supervillain. "We gotta get the arrow out."

"I know." Supervillain helped Villain climb up on the exam table. "This is gonna hurt. A lot."

Villain swallowed. "I know. Just do it." They braced against the table.

"I can give you something for the pain," Supervillain offered.

"I metabolize painkillers too quickly. You know that. Besides my body is already trying to heal around the arrow. You need to pull it out. Now."

Supervillain nodded grimly. They put one hand on Villain's leg and the other on the arrow. "On the count of three then. One," and they yanked the arrow out of Villain's leg.

Villain screamed as the arrow tore through their flesh once more. Screamed and sobbed, but realized he worst of it was over. Their body could heal properly now. And soon they would be out of pain.

"Thank you," they said breathlessly to Supervillain.

GoodTimesWithScar, Hermitcraft S9, 4-11-2022

"We've got a man down over here!" Caretaker called across the field, dropping to the ground beside the person. "Hey, can you hear me, soldier? What's your name?" They slid the helmet off the person.

"M-my names Whumpee." They started to sit up, seemingly stirred by the sudden activity. "I-I'm okay— I-I—"

"Woah, woah, woah! Please don't move." Caretaker held them down.

" 'm f-f-fine... I-I—"

"You've been shot. Don't try and get up."

"Sh... shot..?"

A medic arrived quickly getting to work at cutting Whumpee’s armor off. "Hey, can you look at me? Good. Okay. Tell me your name?"

"M-my name..?" Whumpee paused, staring up at the sky. "... I-I... My name is W-Whumpee."

"Okay, good. Can you tell me a bit about yourself, Whumpee?" Medic continued methodically cutting away the armor. "Caretaker, can you keep them in conversation? Whumpee, what's your favorite color? Can you talk to Caretaker?"

"F-favorite color... G-green..."

"What makes green your favorite color?" Caretaker asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from Whumpee’s eyes.

"I-I... mmm..." Whumpee’s eyes started to close a little.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me."

Medic removed the last piece of armor. "Whumpee? Hey, you're almost done. We've just got to get this arrow out. M'kay?"

"O-okay..." Whumpee murmured.

"Do you have any siblings?" Caretaker brushed through Whumpee’s hair, hoping the touch would help ground them.

"Yeah... T-two sisters."

"Okay, Whumpee, this is going to hurt, but I'm going to get the arrow out now. Caretaker, you may need to hold them down. Can you do that?"

Caretaker nodded.

Whumpee whimpered as Medic started to work. They gasped as Medic began to move the arrow out, raising their hands reflexively to stop Medic.

Caretaker caught them.

"Ah! I-i-it hu-hurts!"

"Shhh..." Caretaker soothed, holding Whumpee’s hands. "I know it hurts, but it's going to be okay. You can squeeze my hands if it'll help distract you."

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hands tightly and gave another weak cry of pain as Medic finished removing the arrow and pressed clean bandages against the wound.

Whumptober #17

Field Care

Warnings: blood, wounds, injury, arrow, shot by an arrow

Whumper stalked through the woods, keeping close behind their quarry. They had spotted their prey just over an hour ago and knew they would make the perfect mount for their home. Or perhaps they could keep their prey for a time, learn more about the prey before making a mounted piece. 

Whumper stopped moving, remaining hidden in the shadow as the prey suddenly froze. They turned in circles trying to see Whumper. Whumper smiled as they remained hidden from sight. This prey was smarter than others had been. Had made for a good hunt. And now it was time to end it. 

Whumper raised their bow and drew and arrow. They took a breath and loosed the arrow. A blood-curdling scream filled the clearing as the arrow pierced through their prey’s shoulder. Whumper frowned. They had missed their target. 

As they bounded forward, they realized perhaps it was a good mistake. They had the option to keep the prey for a time like this. They regarded the prey with a certain coldness as it thrashed on the ground, desperately trying to pull the arrow from its shoulder. 

“PLEASE!” Whumpee screeched, their hands already covered in blood. “HELP! ANYONE! HELP!”

Whumpee scrambled back and away from Whumper, desperately trying to get away without jostling the arrow in their shoulder. “HELP!”

“Now, now, none of that.” Whumper said as they kicked at Whumpee. 

Whumpee howled with pain as Whumper’s boot connected with their injured shoulder. “PLEASE! I....I...I won’t tell anyone.”

Whumper began to grin. They pinned Whumpee with their boot, hand immediately going to the arrow in Whumpee’s shoulder. Whumpee’s blood began to cover their hands. This was the most excitement they’d had in a while. “There’s no one to tell, little one,” Whumper said as they twisted the arrow.