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stoic whumpee scrubbing the blood off of their hands in the bathroom behind a locked door while caretaker frantically pounds on the door, begging them to let them in and help

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Head Injury

@medwhumpmay Day 30

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: robot whumpee, escape, amnesia, angst

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In this moment, its first moment, for there was nothing before, Whumpee knew only two things.

First and most importantly, a warning. It blared through its mind, telling of major damage both internal and external. This would be unusual no matter the circumstances–damage should never be usual–but was particularly worrying for a first moment. As far as Whumpee could tell, there was a sizeable hole shot clean through its head, in through the back and out through the front. One of its cameras was out, and its microphone, as well as its primary hard drive.

Secondly, the one piece of information on its secondary hard drive. A text file reading only:

Keep running. Lose your pursuers. Please. I love you.

It was running, it turned out. Following the directions in the file, it did not stop. Curiously, the file’s details claimed it to have been written by Whumpee itself, less than a minute ago. But that didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t capable of things like love, or at least, it didn’t think it was. And even if it was, who was this note for? Itself? It was absurd.

There was no set path ahead, but even with only one camera, it weaved between the trees with ease. It couldn’t hear to check for the implied pursuers, but Whumpee just kept going in the same direction it came into being running in. North and north and north.

It kept going, for hours and hours and hours, until the sun rose.

Whumpee slowed, stopped, and turned around. As far as it could see, there was no one there.

It flipped its solar panels outward and continued running. There were no trees blocking its line to the sun, here. There was nothing out here for miles.

I love you. Was the note a transcription from someone else? Possibly someone it hadn’t wanted the pursuers to find? Or was it from the being Whumpee used to be, the one on the ruined hard drive, directed at the being it would be now? In either case, why did the author love it? What was it supposed to do with that?

If it was from someone else, how was it supposed to know the difference between them and a pursuer? It briefly cursed the author, whether itself or a human, for not providing more information? How was it supposed to know? It didn’t know anything.

I love you.

It didn’t know anything except that someone loved it. Even if that someone might have just been its own destroyed hard drive.

After weeks of running, Whumpee reached the ocean. There was no beach here, no horrible sand it would have to avoid getting into its nooks and crannies, just rock and water.

It couldn’t go north anymore. East, West, or stop. Those were its options.

Whumpee sat on the rocks, far from the ones where the waves silently crashed. Carefully, it opened up its head, removing the damaged hard drive.

Completely irreparable. A bullet had been through it. There was no way anyone would be able to get any sort of information off of it.

Whumpee held the hard drive to its chest, hugging it like either of them could feel anything at all.

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Love love love whump that comes from a misunderstanding of Whumpee’s capabilities/powers.

Whumpee is believed to be invincible. Their powers make them invulnerable to anything, they can’t be killed, so the team’s plans usually just involve chucking Whumpee at any and every threat whilst everyone else works on stuff behind the scenes.

It usually works like a charm, and Whumpee never protests or complains, insisting that it doesn’t hurt them at all.

Except, their powers don’t work like that. Not technically. Sure, Whumpee is immune to physical damage, which greatly reduces risk of death or infection. But they still feel it, quite possibly more sensitively.

Whumpee, whose job is to basically just be stabbed and shot on a near daily basis feels every single wound as painful as the last. They’ve just learnt to hide the pain is all, out of fear they’ll be taken out of their role, because if someone else on the team got hurt, they’d bleed. Not Whumpee.

Cut to the team realising this, perhaps when their powers are examined in an annual checkup by a doctor with much more knowledge on how these types of powers work.

Medic is worried sick, they’d never given Whumpee any pain relief at all, thinking they simply didn’t need it.

Caretaker’s more concerned that Whumpee never even mentioned it to them. Did they not trust the team? They could have made plans with this in mind, that kept Whumpee safe, right?

Leader, however, is torn. They like Whumpee, they’re part of the team. You don’t just leave one member of the team to be hurt relentlessly. But, Whumpee is their main line of defense, and they’re not sure if they can risk losing that.

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living weapon who’s been trained not to speak but has a very obvious ‘tell’

- eye twitch

- mouth twitch

- white knuckling whatever they’re holding

- sideways glance

- maybe even a scoff

they can’t help it, it just comes out

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living weapon whumpee—once a myth, that used to scale battlefields, and used to strike fear into their enemies.

Is now sealed away, left to rot in a forgotten cave.

Leader hears about a legendary weapon—-perhaps from Whumper or some other source—-and sets off with team to retrieve it, expecting to uncover an ancient weapon.

Once they find the cave, leader is mortified when they discover a malnourish child wrapped in chains, bearing the scars of the past.

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Magician whumper and unwilling assistant whumpee something fun to consider. Whumper forcing whumpee into a bunny costume so he can pull him out of a giant prop hat.

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Can you please write a whumpee that was locked in their cell to starve for weeks and weeks when they were with whumper, and now they're safe at caretaker's house, but they refuse to eat because they think they don't deserve it

They wait for the middle of night where they're sure caretaker is sleeping and go to the kitchen to raid the fridge, desperately eating like they were never going to eat again

Caretaker walks on them mid act and comforts them, reassuring them that they will never starve again

Thanks in advance <3

aghh love this idea! pls enjoy <3

cw starvation, past trauma/abuse, whump recovery, hurt/comfort 

Caretaker slowly crept into the kitchen after they had been woken by the noise. They didn’t know what to expect, but when they stumbled in half asleep, rubbing at their bleary eyes, they certainly weren’t expecting to see Whumpee sitting on the floor, devouring a container of leftovers. 

“What’s going on?” they muttered. 

Whumpee looked up in shock. Empty Tupperware and snack bags were discarded on the floor next to them. “I—I’m sorry,” they gasped, eyes wide with horror. “Caretaker, I'm sorry, I just—I couldn’t...” 

Caretaker rushed to kneel beside them. “Hey, shh. It’s okay.” 

Whumpee set the food they were eating aside as they began to shake. “No, no, it’s not okay. You’ve been so kind to me a-and I’m so ungrateful. J-just eating your food without asking, I’m sorry.” 

“Whumpee, it’s alright. Breathe, okay?” Caretaker said softly, pulling Whumpee into their arms. They recalled the last couple days, and how Whumpee had refused to eat anything—it suddenly made sense. “Were...were you not eating because you didn’t think you were allowed to?” 

Whumpee sniffled, clinging to Caretaker’s shirt. “I don’t deserve it,” they whispered. “I don’t deserve any of the kindness you’ve shown me. B-but I just couldn’t—I was so hungry...” 

Caretaker’s fingers stroked their hair, gentle and comforting. “Of course you deserve it. You deserve to eat, Whumpee. I don’t care if anyone’s told you otherwise. From now on, you can eat whenever you want.” 

“Really?” 

Caretaker nodded. “Yes. Now come on—if you’re still hungry, I’d be happy to make you something. I think I have some brownie mix around here, as well.” 

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More things I just conveniently know

Choking

(i just saw a post about this and wanted to make my own list)

Content: choking, ptsd

Victim that's been choked many times, eyelids fluttering closed as they try to conserve energy

First time, eyes fly open, panicking, trying to gag and can't even get that out

Afterward because of the compression of the trachea, victim ende up coughing and possibly spitting

Those panicky, gravelly breaths right after

The betrayed look sideways at aggressor as victim holds throat and tries to get their breath

Sometimes your body doesn't decide to get faint until after the breath is restored. Victim gasping, hand against the wall for support after aggressir lets go.

Rubbing their throat quietly

Chin down, pulling back reflexively whenever aggressor gets angry after that

Not liking to be touched above the shoulder

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Whumpee being allowed to roam free in Whumpers lair and running into their underlings...

Maybe they take just as much pleasure in hurting whumpee as their master/boss/employer, testing out the limits of what they're allowed to do. It's never as bad as whumper, but whumpee tries their best to hide and stay out of anyones way. They are not safe with anyone.

Or maybe they nervously ignore whumpee, shooting them short glances and not responding to anything whumpee says. They really avoid any kind of interaction, because their boss made it clear that whumpee belongs to them alone, and they are weirdly possessive about it...

Or my personal favorite:

They treat whumpee normally. They eat alongside each other, do some smalltalk and smuggle them some painkillers if it's really bad. But they willfully ignore all of the other wounds and painful twitches whumpee does everytime they move. And they make it clear, with every conversation and action, that their loyalty lies fully with their boss and they will not hesitate even for a heartbeat to follow whumpers orders, no matter what it means for whumpee.

No matter which outcome, whumpee always realizes that in this big lair filled with all kinds of different people, they truly are alone.

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"This Will Hurt"

@medwhumpmay Day 18 (Alt)

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: immortal whumpee, gore, body horror, superpower/magical whump, medical whump, no anesthesia, surgery, asphyxiation, magical healing GONE WRONG

inspired by this post by @w4nd3r3r123456

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In all their years working on the enhanced, Caretaker had never seen something like this. Usually, it was someone with super-speed who’d run too fast and snapped their ankles like a lame horse, or someone with almighty strength who’d knocked through a concrete wall at the cost of shattering every bone in their hand, or someone who’d teleported into an occupied space and not died on the spot.

That was when they called Caretaker in. Of course, there were still the normal injuries too. The kid who fell out of a tree, the guy who crashed his motorcycle. She’d been blessed with healing powers, and after studying to become an orthopedic surgeon, the combination of magical talent and practical know-how made her the go-to doctor for anyone with a bone issue.

And according to the chart hastily shoved in front of her, it was a talent her patient had been blessed with, too, although in a different fashion.

The mess of mangled flesh before her was hardly recognizable as a human being. If she did not have the information beforehand, the best she would have been able to guess was the remains of some sort of mammal. They had no discernible head, torso, or limbs, no discernible top or bottom, and perhaps most strangely of all, no wounds to speak of. Just a mound of smooth skin, though she could make out bones and bone fragments poking against the surface–not breaking the skin.

The hasty full-body x-ray she flipped past was even more visually unintelligible, the ultrasounds only a little bit better. An accompanying memo noted that the patient was physically unable to undergo additional scans, the machines they had onsite unable to accommodate them.

Self-healing; Immortality, read the box next to Enhancement on Whumpee’s chart.

She was able to make out two eyes, upon closer inspection. One covered over with skin–only recognizable as an eye due to the eyebrow and eyelashes–the other, seemingly fully functional. That eye settled on her, wide with terror.

“You’re awake,” Caretaker gasped, her professionalism leaving her. She couldn’t see any sort of opening for a mouth, nose, or otherwise–there was no way this person could breathe. Immortality. “Blink twice for yes, three times for no.” Better to filter out any regular blinks. “Can you hear me?”

Two blinks, even from the skinned-over eye. Both were crying.

“I’m going to put you under and do my best to get you comfortable,” Caretaker assured them. “It may take multiple surgeries to get you completely back to normal, but I promise, I am going to help you. You will be alright.”

No breathing, no sound. Two blinks. They shifted slightly on the operating table, only to wince, any movement clearly painful for them.

“Try not to move,” Caretaker supplied.

“No anesthesia,” the attending nurse reported. “We tried while you were on the way here. Then sedatives, painkillers. Nothing takes, as far as we can tell. We tried everything.”

Caretaker hissed air out through her teeth. “You’re asking me to operate on a patient who is awake and aware?”

“I don’t think it’s possible for this patient to not be awake and aware,” the nurse reported quietly.

How close had Caretaker come to receiving this form of healing as her talent? She wondered if they were genetically close. Research on the enhanced was still so new.

“I’m going to help you,” Caretaker repeated, softer. “But this will hurt.”

Whumpeet blinked twice.

It went against everything she knew–she couldn’t reverse death–but she started with the head. If Whumpee was still conscious while completely without oxygen, their brain presumably healing itself indefinitely, then there was no way Caretaker could accidentally kill them.

“I’m going to start by trying to clear an airway for you to breathe,” she reported. Judging by the placement of the eyes, the nose should be just about there, and the mouth not far below. Likely easier to make an opening in the mouth.

Not that anything was certain to be where she expected it.

She tried not to openly wince as she took her scalpel to her still-awake patient. Carefully, she sliced into where she predicted the mouth to be.

There was no bleeding. The wound close immediately–around her blade, still embedded. Whumpee’s skin jumped slightly, frankly a subtler reaction to being stabbed than most people would have, their eye squeezing shut.

Caretaker just barely stopped themself from exclaiming Fuck! as she pulled the scalpel away. Within the second, the skin smoothed over, like there had never been an incision in the first place.

Her healing ability would be of no use here. If anything, there was already far too much of it.

This wouldn’t work. How was she supposed to operate if she couldn’t even make an incision? Even bringing in someone who could neutralize abilities wouldn’t work: the patient would die on the spot.

But you could make an incision, couldn’t you? the little voice in her head noted. They didn’t spit the scalpel out, just healed around it.

Caretaker took a deep breath, her mask warming with it. “I’m going to try something. Bear with me.”

She made another incision, the same spot. But instead of pulling it back out, she inserted two gloved fingers alongside it, pushing the blade and her fingers deeper, far deeper and thicker than skin was ever supposed to be, until she felt the resistance give way.

Caretaker instructed the nurse to remove the scalpel, focusing on widening the hole with her fingers until–

A desperate gasp from between her hands.

“Good, breathe, breathe,” she encouraged. Whumpee did, as Caretaker set all her energy to keeping that hole open as it tried to close around her. At last, she was able to keep a tiny, whistling opening there.

Whumpee made a sound. Two, in fact. Nothing comprehensible as words, but she could swear the cadence was similar to Thank you.

“Alright. That’s a start,” Caretaker muttered.

Now for the rest.

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Based on intestinal issues, but perhaps it could apply to torso injuries (or just poison your whumpees ✌️): TFW you would be screaming, but it hurts to move at all, and breathing in deeply enough to scream moves your torso too much to be worthwhile.

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Think I lost the plot here a bit, oooops. Will try to pull it back to the core concept later.

One of my favourite training whump setups is when the mentor is as hard on themself as they are on the trainee. I like the potential for character complexity, & that there's genuine reason for the trainee to respect them and push themself to keep up. BUT... if you want to make it whumpier... give the mentor some inherent advantage that they don't take into account 🙃

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My favourite is super-strength/super-durability mentor who misjudges normal human capacity.

The guilt-tripping potential is so. It's So.

Mentor whumper who is genuinely well-meaning, honestly thinks they're doing what's right and their trainee has no reason to be suffering.

(Trainee who believes this too. Even if they know there's a difference between them and Mentor - different powers, different species, different abilities - it... must be reasonable, if Mentor's so sure, right? If everyone's so sure.)

Mentor whumper who punishes the trainee for slacking, because 'there's no way anyone actually gets tired that fast'.

Or mentor whumper who's vicious and bitter about their own abusive training, and wants to take it out on their trainee, and doesn't care if they're weaker than Mentor was. It's supposed to hurt!

Mentor who is conflicted...

Trainee who voluntarily does more than asked (especially if they're training at night, sleep deprivation~) because they're so ashamed of their performance, Mentor doesn't know and can't factor this in.

Caretaker who tells Trainee that it's unreasonable of Mentor to expect them to match them step for step, given [disadvantage]... but even if Trainee sees the logic, they can't help but take this as an insult. What kind of reassurance is 'you're just inherently worse than Mentor'?

Trainee who gets chastised, punished, or judged by their fellow trainees for neglecting chores or even personal hygiene, because they physically couldn't after making it through their training. Bonus points if they had to stay late to complete it, so they only have 8 hours (or less) between sessions and spend the whole time un-/semi-conscious.

Judged By Their Fellow Trainees in itself is one of my favourite tropes. LET👏IT👏FESTER!

The compounding toll on the trainee's body meaning the harder they try, the worse they get...

One of my favourite training whump setups is when the mentor is as hard on themself as they are on the trainee. I like the potential for character complexity, & that there's genuine reason for the trainee to respect them and push themself to keep up. BUT... if you want to make it whumpier... give the mentor some inherent advantage that they don't take into account 🙃

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Are they gonna feel guilty if/when they realise (hell yeah, hurt everyone!) or are they going to double down?

One of my favourite training whump setups is when the mentor is as hard on themself as they are on the trainee. I like the potential for character complexity, & that there's genuine reason for the trainee to respect them and push themself to keep up. BUT... if you want to make it whumpier... give the mentor some inherent advantage that they don't take into account 🙃