#whumpbumps

Two whumpees who are kept in cages and chained to the wall. They are miserable and starved for both food and touch, and so they scoot as close to the bars as they can. Barely, they manage to hold hands through the bars and it is the only thing that keeps them going for now

I know it’s not Tuesday, but for Tuesday, I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy with my family and whumperflies hit such a sweet spot every now and again. Now, imagine, a Whumpee brought into an emergency room strapped to a backboard and a neck brace from their injuries. They’re unconscious before they come to slowly. Blurry figures and muffled voices surrounding them and then pinpricks of IVs and then everything is too loud and too bright. They start panicking, they start trying to sit up, to move, to run but they can’t because there are too many hands trying to hold them down. But then there’s one face, one voice, one person over anything calming them down, telling them what’s happening. They’re the one thing that keep the Whumpee from panicking completely. Whumpee really needs that someone.