#Collapsing

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Figure running from a Falling Mansion by John Williams Allison

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@whumpgifathon | Day 14| Exhaustion | Passing Out Voltron: Legendary Defender | S02E08 | Keith

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One of my fave sickfic scenarios:

✨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.

Just so many possibilities 😍🤤

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The Last Tycoon 1x09

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I can't send too much without completely discouraging myself but I'm also too excited to NOT show soooooo

AAAH OMG PLEASE GO ON PRETTY PLEASEEEEE

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ariana calling cynthia "my elphie" 😭😭😩😩🤧😪🥹🥺🤲🏼🤲🏼❤️‍🩹🫂🌸🌸🌷🌈🌈✨️🎀🎇🧸‼️‼️🥰😔😔💝💯

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HANGE HANG EHANG EHANGNEU HANGE HANGE HANGE HANGE HANGE HANGE HANGN

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@whumpgifathon | Day 13 Alt prompt: Collapsing

From left to right, top to bottom: Merlin 1x4 The Poisoned Chalice, ER 2x1 Welcome Back Carter!, The Mentalist 5x2 Devil's Cherry, Magnum P.I. 8x8 Unfinished Business

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Whumpee in danger/collapsing.

Caretaker says something so out of character (ie they call whumpee by their actual name instead of their usual nickname they gave Whumpee, or a Caretaker who doesn't curse suddenly cursing), that it snapped their friends that this is real shit happening.

[esbee-daisy]

Give me Caretaker bridal carrying a weak Whumpee who is desperately trying to stay conscious…Whumpees arms are around Caretakers neck and their head is bobbing up and down against Caretakers chest.

And then suddenly, all at once, Caretaker notices Whumpee somehow feels heavier. Caretaker looks down at Whumpee just as Whumpee’s arms fall limp and their head flops backwards. And Caretaker has to drop to the ground both out of shock and panic as well as to check that their precious cargo is still breathing and to recollect Whumpees deadweight limbs to their chest before they stand back up

🥺🥹

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9-1-1 8x15 Part 1 Part 2

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Saint's body is made of steel but not his mind - Whump Fic

Saint stood outside the classroom, the noisy chatter of students filtering through the open door. His hand trembled slightly as he clutched the strap of his bag. He wasn’t sure how many times he had tried to approach Shin in the past week, but every attempt ended with Shin’s sharp words cutting him down. Saint’s usual resolve was starting to crack, but he reminded himself why he was here.

“One more time,” he whispered to himself, stepping into the room.

Shin sat in the far corner, surrounded by a few friends, his sharp profile illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window. Saint’s chest tightened as he took in the sight of his former best friend—the same boy who used to laugh with him, share secrets, and dream about the future together. Now, every glance Shin gave him was filled with anger and bitterness.

“Hey, Shin,” Saint called softly as he approached.

Shin’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing instantly. “What do you want, Saint?” he snapped, his voice dripping with annoyance. “Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?”

Saint forced a small smile, ignoring the pit forming in his stomach. “I want to tell you something. Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Shin said coldly, turning his attention back to his notebook. “Go bother someone else.”

The sharp dismissal stung, but Saint didn’t move. “Shin, please. I… I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Shin’s jaw tightened. He slammed his notebook shut and stood up. “Sorry? Your sorry doesn't mean anything to me! You broke my leg and then disappeared for three years, Saint! Do you even understand what that felt like?”

Saint’s lips parted, but no words came out. The weight of Shin’s accusations pressed down on him like a boulder. "I...I don't..."

Shin laughed bitterly cutting him off, his voice rising. “Of course, you don’t. Because you never cared enough to visit, to call, to explain. You just… left me. Like I didn’t matter. Like I was nothing to you.”

Saint’s vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes. He wanted to scream that it wasn’t true, that he cared more than Shin could ever imagine. But his throat felt tight, his chest constricting painfully.

“Shin,” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t leave you on purpose. I swear.”

“Oh just stop with your damn excuses!” Shin snapped, his voice like ice. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me? Sitting in that hospital bed, waiting for you? Day after day, hoping you’d show up. But you never did. You just… vanished. You’re a coward, Saint. A selfish, gutless coward.”

Saint staggered back as if Shin had physically struck him. The words cut deeper than anything he’d ever experienced. His heart began pounding erratically, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The pain in his chest was sharp and suffocating, spreading like wildfire. His vision blurred as panic clawed at him, his legs trembling so badly he could barely stay upright. The bag fell from his shoulder as he sagged and staggered back.

“Saint?” Shin’s voice softened, the sharp edge replaced by concern as he noticed the tears streaming down Saint’s pale face and the visible tremors wracking his body.

Saint swayed, clutching at his chest as if trying to physically hold himself together. The room spun around him, his knees giving way as he dropped to the floor. His breaths came out in ragged gasps, each one more painful than the last.

“I can’t…” Saint choked out, his voice barely audible.

“Hey, hey, Saint,” Shin knelt down immediately, the anger in his eyes replaced with panic. He guided Saint to sit on the floor, pulling him close so that Saint’s back rested against Shin’s chest. “Just breathe, okay? Match my breathing. Slow and deep. Like this.”

Shin exaggerated his breathing, loud and deliberate, his hands steady on Saint’s shoulder and the other wrapping around his chest. “In… and out. That’s it. You can do it, Saint. Focus on me.”

Saint’s body trembled as he tried to follow Shin’s lead. The pressure in his chest remained unbearable, like a vice tightening around his heart. His mind raced with guilt, shame, and fear, spiraling deeper into the overwhelming pain. But Shin’s steady presence, the warmth of his hands, and the sound of his calm breathing began to pull Saint out of panic.

After what felt like an eternity, Saint’s breathing began to even out, the stabbing pain in his chest subsiding into a dull ache. He sagged against Shin, exhausted beyond words. His voice was barely a whisper as he muttered, “I’m sorry…”

Before Shin could respond, Saint’s body went limp, his head lolling back against Shin’s shoulder. Shin’s breath caught, panic flaring in his chest. “Saint? Hey! Wake up!”

Shin’s trembling hands cradled Saint’s face, patting his cheeks gently. “Come on, Saint. Don’t do this. Stay with me.” He didn’t care about the stares from the other students gathering around; his only focus was on the boy in his arms.

With the support of Tew, he took Saint straight to the school infirmary. By the time they reached the infirmary, Saint was unconscious, his breathing shallow. The nurse immediately took over, guiding Shin to lay Saint down on one of the beds. She checked his vitals.

“He’s exhausted and stressed,” she said after a few moments. “Physically and emotionally as well I think. He needs rest.”

Shin sat beside the bed, his head in his hands. Guilt clawed at his chest as he replayed the scene in his mind. He had been so focused on his own pain that he hadn’t seen what Saint was going through.

When Saint finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open, Shin leaned closer. “Saint? Are you okay?” he asked softly.

Saint blinked up at him, his expression wary. “Why… why are you here?”

Shin’s throat tightened. “Because I was worried. You collapsed, and…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

Saint turned his head away, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Shin. I didn’t want to leave you. True, I couldn't face you on the first day. A few days after, I tried to visit, but…” He paused, his voice breaking. “Your mom told me to stay away. She said I’d caused enough damage and that you didn’t want to see me.”

Shin froze, his mind reeling. “What?”

“I wanted to be there for you,” Saint continued, his voice trembling. “But she said it was better if I didn’t. I mean, which mother would want the person who hurt her son to be around him. I didn’t know what else to do, so I stayed away thinking I'd never see you again. But I missed you so much, Shin. Every single day.”

Shin’s heart sank as the truth hit him. He reached out, taking Saint’s hand in his own.

“Saint, I… I didn’t know,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I should have listened to you. I should have given you a chance to explain.”

Saint looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and hope. “Do you still hate me?”

Shin shook his head vehemently. “No. I never hated you. I was just… hurt. But now I see that you were hurting too." I’m sorry for everything I said to you, Saint. I didn’t mean it.” Shin couldn’t help but chuckle through his own tears. He reached out, squeezing Saint’s hand tightly. “And I'm sorry, for… being such a jerk. I missed you, Saint. More than I ever wanted to admit.”

Saint’s eyelids fluttered, his exhaustion catching up with him.

“You should rest,” Shin said softly, pulling a chair closer to the bed. He hesitated before reaching out, gently taking Saint’s hand in his own. “I’ll stay here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Saint’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Thank you,” Saint said, his voice heavy with sincerity. “For staying.”

Shin squeezed his hand gently. “I should be the one thanking you. For not giving up on me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Saint’s eyes grew heavier, and he let out a content sigh. “You were worth it,” he mumbled, his words slurring as sleep began to claim him. His grip on Shin’s hand loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go entirely.

Shin watched as Saint’s breathing evened out, his face peaceful for the first time in what felt like forever. A faint smile lingered on Shin’s lips as he leaned back in the chair, still holding Saint’s hand.

“I’m not letting go this time,” Shin whispered, more to himself than to the sleeping boy beside him.

The End Bonus GIF to make you smile.

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Last and certainly not least ---

~~~~HUUUUUGE FUCKING SPOILERS OMFG PLEEEEASE HEED FOR THE LOVE OF JOBE~~~~

Callum using dark magic to end sexy sparky man...

And Rayla being such a sweet queen - THEIR LOVE I JUST CAn"T...

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when we were young - ep 9

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Source: ThunderCats [2011]