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There is no gentle caress of the sponge, no shushing Whumpee’s cries. Just the desperation, the hardened scrubbing, as Caretaker wipes away months of filth. Dried blood so old it’s tinted black. The streaks of mud across Whumpee’s arms. Bits of food, smudged across Whumpee’s mouth from the hearty stew that Caretaker made them.

They shampoo their matted hair with efficiency. Lather, rinse, repeat and dry. No slowing in their pace, not until Whumpee stands before them. Bandaged, broken, tired… but spotless.

You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a ‘kinda hurts’ level of pain and you’re physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you’ll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time.

You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you’re healed instead of looking for ‘another way around’ everybody just looks at you and goes “okay try again”.

You’ve been fighting for hours, you’re hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you’re still hungry, you’re still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have ‘no excuse’ to stop.

You act out aggressively maybe punch a wall or gnash your teeth or hit your head on something and it’s hand-waved because it’s ‘such a small injury you probably can’t even feel it anymore’ but the point was that you felt it at all?

Your pain literally means nothing because as long as you’re not bleeding you’re not injured, right? Here drink this potion and who cares about the emotional exhaustion of that butchered village, why are you so reserved in camp don’t you think it’s fun retelling that time you fell through a burning building and with a hand-wave you got back up again and ran out with those two kids and their dog? 

Older warriors who get a shiver around magic-users not because of the whole ‘fireball’ thing but the ‘I don’t know what a normal pain tolerance is anymore’ effect of too much healing. Permanent paralysis and loss of sensation in limbs is pretty much a given in the later years of any fighter’s life. Did I have a stroke or did the mage just heal too hard and now this side of my face doesn’t work? No i’m not dead from the dragon’s claws but I can’t even bend my torso anymore because of how the scar tissue grew out of me like a vine.

Magical healing is great and keeps casualties down.

But man.

So after years of fighting, your skin is still perfect. Unmarred. In fact, you’re actually in better shape than regular people who don’t get magical healing when they fall out of trees or walk into doors or cut themselves while cooking dinner. You’re in such good shape that it’s unnatural.

And the really good healing magic takes away more than just the obvious injuries. You first start noticing it after about ten years when you go home and haha, you look the same age as your younger sibling, that’s funny.

Not so funny ten years later when they look older. Or forty years later, when you bury them still looking like you did at twenty. When do you retire from this gig anyway? How much damage is too much damage?

How many times do you glimpse the afterlife, or worse, how many times don’t you? What do you live through, get used to, show no outward sign of except a perfectly healthy body, too perfect for any person living a real life.

How many times are you sitting in a tavern with your friends and you hear the whispers, because the people around you know. How can they not know? Your weapons shine with enchantments and your armour is better than the best money can buy and there is not a damn scar on you. You hardly seem human to them.

How long before you hardly seem human to yourself?

And you find yourself struggling to remember the places where the scars should have been, phantom pains that wake you screaming, touching all the old injuries and finding nothing there. It’s all in your head. Was it ever anywhere else?

How long before you’re fighting a lich or a vampire or some other undead monster and you wonder…

In my opinion you need a whole heap of medical knowledge to magically heal damage, with more knowledge for more complicated healing.

You need to know what’s on the inside, what’s normal, what’s not, and when to stop. Healing a little skin graze is easy because you can see what you’re doing, but healing an internal injury is one heck of a task if you don’t know what a liver, diaphragm and stomach are supposed to look like or what a pancreas does anyway.

A body doesn’t just ‘know’ the way it’s supposed to be or grow. Each individual cell adapts to the cells next to it. In a growing embryo they basically figure themselves out, After trauma, they do their best with what they’ve got, but bodies can be tricked into healing the wrong way. If you cut off somebody’s hand just above the wrists and fixed the broken ends of those bones together, they would absolutely heal.

If you’re speeding up healing (cell growth) then some tissue types will heal better than others. Bone can heal to 100% of its previous strength, even in the real world, it just takes weeks or months. Skin reaches almost 100%. Tendons only reach 70% of their original strength.Teeth never heal.

So to get the most convenient type of magical healing represented in fiction, you need to be able to reverse the growth process (to bring cells back to an earlier stage so you have stem cells to regrow teeth, nerves etc) and speed up healing (so it doesn’t take 9 months to 2 years to do so).

If you don’t know what you’re doing, then you will end up with dysfuction or dysplasia at best (organs, limbs and tissue that doesn’t work. For example, skin that isn’t waterproof or too elastic, liver that doesn’t connect to the bile duct) or straight up tumors.

Tumors and cancers are immortal cells with unrestricted growth. That’s how they come about.

I know we love unconscious whumpees. How about nearly unconscious whumpees?

Caretaker is trying to carry Whumpee to safety but Whumpee is kind of delirious and the little consciousness they do have is absolutely fixated on one thing, e.g. the wellbeing of a fellow whumpee. Bonus points if it’s something less consequential, like fretting about the blood they’re getting on Caretaker’s clothing. Extra bonus points if their mumblings show a complete lack of understanding of the situation, such as pleading for Whumper not to hurt them or asking when Caretaker’s getting here.

Whumpee’s eyes are open and Caretaker thinks they’re more alert than they are. It’s only when Caretaker tries to get them to sit up and has to support their limp head and neck that they see their glazed expression.

Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness without realising it, so what may seem to be a coherent conversation to them is strung out over full minutes or even hours for Caretaker.

Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, realising it, and panicking as much as they are mentally capable of doing at that moment. Caretaker has to soothe them and let them know it’s all right, they’re in safe hands and Caretaker won’t let anything happen to them.

Caretaker carrying Whumpee over their shoulder and having to set them down on a bed or a table. Whumpee’s limbs ragdolling as Whumpee mumbles weak apologies.

Whumpee lying in a bed and seemingly unconscious, but Caretaker knows they still have some alertness because they squeeze Caretaker’s hand really tightly.

Whumpee wishing they could pass out completely because the pain is too much for them.

And two more (reference to noncon drugging and nonsexual noncon touching):

Whumper has drugged Whumpee into a hazy state. When Whumpee gets rescued, they’re terrified Caretaker thinks they’re drunk or deliberately intoxicated.

• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.

• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...

• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).

• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.

• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...

• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.

• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.

• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.

• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.

• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.

• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.

• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...

Fatima and Vico doodlings. They are silly apart and even sillier together. There’s no fixing that.

Whumper scoffed as they tied cloth into a gag. They had a henchman hold whumpee's head back as they forced it into their mouth.

"Quiet you. We have a long trip ahead of us and I need my men to rest tonight." Whumper stroked their fingers across whumpee's face as they flinched in disgust.

tell me, what do you feel?

Whumper easily man-handling Whumpee into whatever position they need.

Pinning Whumpee's wrists with one hand.

Throwing Whumpee over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Being able to lift Whumpee off the ground with one hand while choking them.

Their hand spanning half of Whumpee's face as they cover Whumpee's mouth.