#unconcious

✨Sickie fainting in the shower or bath✨🥰

Shower has been my lifetime favorite. Sickie with a ragingly high fever (that no one else knows about) wants to take a shower to warm up because they are freezing. They can barely make it from their room into the shower, stumbling and swaying the whole way, but they’re too delirious to be logical. Then unsurprisingly the heat of the shower combined with their body heat and lightheadedness results in them collapsing. (Likely hitting their head on the way down as a major bonus, or injuring something). But the best part is they’re unconscious and under the spray of the shower for so long it eventually turns ICE COLD. And that’s where Caretaker finds them…already terribly sick, now laying fully exposed under ice cold water for an undetermined amount of time.

And now lately I have this totally unrealistic dream scenario of Caretaker getting Sickie in the bath and while laying in the bath, Sickie faints…and in this unrealistic scenario Caretaker is distracted for a moment or goes to get something, and that’s all the time it takes for Sickie to slip below the water. They’re fully unconscious and they inhale water before Caretaker sees what’s happened and frantically has to get a completely limp and soaking wet Sickie out of the bath. Maybe the shock of being pulled out of the water starts to pull Sickie from unconsciousness, but their eyes are fluttering and rolling back and they are terrified and disoriented and suffocating and barely hanging on.

Mack is delirious after being bitten by a snake. While getting medical help, he looks back at a childhood memory where his father dies.

Irreverent season 1, ep. 6

"don't...take me to the hospital..."

after whumpee loses consciousness, how does caretaker respond? do they obey whumpee's wishes, bringing them elsewhere and trying to treat their wounds themselves? or maybe they try to find somebody illicitly, a back-alley doctor or a former-medic ally of theirs. but who do they trust enough to let them see whumpee like this?

or do they go against what whumpee said and bring them to the hospital anyway? their wounds are too serious; if they don't get real medical attention, they'll die. caretaker feels guilty but this was the only way to help.

and then whumpee wakes up, bleary and sore after surgery, looking around at the unfamiliar environment, the bandages, the IV running into their vein. what's their response? panic and fear? anger and betrayal?

Into The Badlands-Oliver Stark whump

I’m sitting on the edge of my bed in the emergency room rubbing at my chest. Someone has gone off to chase the doctor up about my discharge papers but all of a sudden I’m not feeling good. It’s like my heart is being forced through intense exercise while I’m just sitting down, racing along in my chest and thudding so strongly I can feel each seperate beat shake my little body.

My breath catches as a wave of intense dizziness comes over me, I’m no longer hooked up to any monitors now because I’m meant to be going home but I know I need to tell someone about this before it gets dangerous. It feels like I haven’t taken my medication for the entire day, but I have, the nurses were delivering it to me every four hours… weren’t they?

I push my trembling body to its feet, feeling my heart rate immediately sky rocket and I gasp in surprise as my entire body begins to go numb. I’m going to faint, I can just feel it but this is all happening so fast for me, usually I have a warning. I manage two steps forward and catch the eye of a nurse across the room who looks instantly concerned and then I just crumple. My legs give out and when I hit the floor of the ER I’m already unconscious.

By the time the nurse has run to my side and pressed her fingers into the soft skin of my neck my muscles are tensed and I’m spasming on the cold hospital floor. She finds my pulse racing almost too fast to count and very gently rolls me onto my side in the recovery position. I’m known here, my heart condition makes me a semi regular and she kindly smooths my long hair off of my face, telling me it’s going to be okay. She’s got me. Around her other staff are running over and closing the curtains around my bed to give me privacy.

My eyes are slightly rolled back in my head and completely unfocused, my breaths are coming in sharp little gasps as I twitch. It’s usually over by now, my heart usually corrects itself and I regain consciousness but this time the nurse can feel my pulse only getting faster. She asks for an oxygen mask, a pulse ox and for someone to fetch a crash cart just in case as my pulse peaks over 194bpm and my twitching arms tuck into my chest. I’m starting to drool a little bit from the corner of my mouth and my breathing is laboured, she’s worried now, she’s never seen my episodes last this long before.

Then, as my heart stumbles and pushes itself to its limits she frantically calls out for a code the exact second I enter vfib, yelling over a loud snoring gasp I produce, my arms contorting and I go into cardiac arrest.