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Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

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drabble 2

Hikaru's heart pounded in his chest as Neminis loomed in front of him. The cold from the room was what made him shake. Not the man in front of him. Not the fact that he was here again.

Neminis leaned forward. "You know what I want. Tell me about your mentor," he demanded. From his casual tone, he might as well have been asking Hikaru about the weather.

"I-" the teen began, on a single breath.

"Yes, Ai," the man interrupted, rolling his eyes. "We know her name already. Get on with it."

"I don't- I don't know-"

Hikaru's head was snapped to the side as Neminis lashed out without warning. A hot, sharp pain spread across his cheek. His head spun for a moment. "Try again."

He didn't know what he was supposed to say, because he really didn't know anything. He didn't even know anyone who might have known about Ai’s whereabouts. She never stayed in one place long; she couldn’t. She would always come by to train him, but— he couldn’t seek her out. It was supposed to be safer for the both of them that way.

"Do you need me to jog your memory? I'll gladly do so."

Oh- god. He jerked his head back as far as it could go, just barely missing Nemenis's hand reaching for him. But the man just reached farther without any hesitation. His fingers twisted around in his hair, pulling up sharply. Hikaru cried out in pain as he was lifted up off the ground oh fuck it wasn’t safer he was going to die here-

"Look at me, brat."

He hadn't even realized that his eyes were closed, squeezed shut with the rest of his face screwed up into a silent scream of agony. He dared to crack them open.

Nemenis dropped him. He fell to the ground, clutching at his head. The other man took the opportunity to kick him hard in the stomach. Once, then again. Hikaru wanted to vomit.

I can't tell you anything if you keep doing that, asshole. "Asshole," he tried to say. All that came out was a faint groan. Everything hurt too badly for him to keep a clear head. It was all still fucked up from earlier—

Maybe he was saying something to him. He couldn’t tell if his head was ringing the normal amount, or more than that.

In a single fluid move, the man picked him up again and slammed him back against the wall. The fluorescent lights overhead glared into his eyes, making them water. Nemenis's silhouette loomed over him. It was a small mercy that he blocked the light in doing so. But he definitely hadn’t even started.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Her voice was loud enough to cut through the ringing. Or maybe it had lessened, he didn’t know.

He hated her. He hated every single person in this godforsaken facility. Yet his chest still swelled with gratitude at seeing Amis across the room. The world turned sideways as Nemenis unceremoniously dropped him. Hikaru closed his eyes and hoped he’d black out.

"Amis. You're back early."

"That wasn't an answer, Nemenis. I asked you: what the hell are you doing?"

A shadow fell across him, blocking the harsh overhead light.

“You have eyes. I mean—” the man must have cracked a grin. “—an eye. You should be able to understand the situation.”

Amis let out a string of curses in English, all aimed at her boss. Hikaru understood less than half of them, but the underlying message seemed to be along the lines of ‘If you kill him then we have no hostage, idiot.’

Oh, that was right. His only use was as bait for Ai— nothing else—

“Come on,” Amis murmured. He hadn’t noticed that Nemenis was gone now. He felt very certain that he’d missed the rest of that conversation. “God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Small pricks of white began to shoot across his vision. And here was the blackout he’d longed for.

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Intro post

Hi! I’m getting involved in the whump community after a long time of lurking. So, I made this sideblog for reblogging and posting some of my own writing. I do requests!

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“Kid?”

He wasn’t sure where the voice was coming from, through that terrible ringing in his ears. Neminis had mostly aimed his ire towards his head, after all. Whenever that had been— an hour ago, maybe, since the man had gotten bored of demanding answers he didn’t know—

His line of thought cut off as a jolt of pain shot through his head. The lights in his cell, always far too bright, burned through his eyes as someone dragged him into a sitting position.

“Damn,” the woman in front of him muttered. It was still too loud; her voice cut through the ache in his skull and lodged a knife inside it. His vision shook and blurred as she began tilting his face, examining his eyes. He squeezed them shut. She forced them open.

“Please— stop,” he gasped. He thought he gasped. Maybe it was just another thought bouncing in his skull.

“I’m trying to help you.” Liar. He recognized her now. She was the one who told Neminis how to find him. Where he lived.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she ordered. “You have a bad concussion.”

He didn’t care. He couldn’t take any more of this. And it wasn’t as if he could even control how his sight blurred and sank into darkness, not at all. He couldn’t help how the pain faded away into emptiness. Except—

Good. Except he didn’t want to go like that. Everyone will be better off with you gone. Including you.

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Amis could only watch helplessly as the boy passed out in her arms. Damn it. Damn Neminis. Damn her for thinking she could leave the place and come back to something that wasn’t this near-murder situation. A mocking voice rang in her ears, demanding just what she thought would happen if she left a teenager with apparent connections to their target in her superior’s vengeful hands.

She pressed her thumb to the inside of his wrist. His pulse was thankfully still present. Steady, too, as far as she could tell, but she didn’t know if it was too slow. Or too fast. It could have been any number of terrible things.

The kid didn’t know anything about the— well, Amis wasn’t supposed to know either, and because she did she wasn’t telling. But he didn’t know anything. He was the bait. The live bait, as she’d stressed to everyone else. You didn’t keep your live bait alive by kicking the shit out of it.

She only knew his name because she had skimmed the file the group collected on him.

Hikaru barely stirred in her arms, only giving a soft moan of pain to indicate his status as living. Something that was more than a twinge of guilt shot through her chest. She’d thought that he would’ve been prepared enough to handle the attack. She wasn’t a good fighter; her skills lay in strategy, he should have overpowered her. And Neminis shouldn’t have been able to beat him in a fair fight if he was training with—

Though perhaps their target considered him to be nothing more than bait, as well.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. This was all her fault.

No one replied.