violet's tomb

'Whose blood is that?'

'Do you know how pale you look right now?'

'You're burning up'

'You're sick'

'You can barely keep your eyes open.. When was the last time you slept?'

'Take off your shirt. Don't give me that look'

'What was that? You winced.'

'You've got to do better than that if you want to fool me'

'Walk then. Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can't even take a step'

'You're hurt'

'I know you're hurt. And I'm tired of waiting for you to bring it up'

'You can trust me' (Whumpee denies it) *Caretaker gives them a pat and leaves. The first aid kit sits in their place

'I knew it, you're sick.' 'Go away'

'I'm fine'

'Don't give me that bullshit'

'We need to get you to a medic NOW'

'I just need to rest'

Caretaker desperately shaking whumpee awake, calling their name over and over

'How could you let it get this bad?'

'I'm no use to you, injured' 'You're even less use if you're dead'

Oh yeah, I’m on Art Fight! My username is cynicalviolet on there.