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W355 sat in the kitchen. It rubbed its hands together in preparation and excitement to start its afternoon snack when its new handler came in.

It jumped to attention.... knocking half of its snack onto the floor.

It hoped their handler didn't see that. It would quickly clean the mess up once the handler left the room.

"Oh hey, this is W355, they are another rescue that calls this lab their home", its handler smiled, "at ease W355, oh, uh-oh", the handler saw the mess.

"It is so sorry", W355 scrambled to start cleaning, "I-It can clean it."

"Here, I'll help", the handler knelt down.

W355 watched in shock for a second before they started cleaning. It was always shocked when this person helped them. Its old handler would be forcing W355 to clean the mess with its mouth.

"A good weapon should never be seen or heard... should never be noticed until it is needed by its handler", its trainer's voice yelled in its head.

Caretaker noticed W355's anxiety was spiking.

"Hey, its okay", Caretaker whispered, "we all make messes. That why they give us a ton of cleaning equipment."

W355 nodded.

"We are having a new rescue brought in today. They are not a human weapon like you, but they were found in an illegal lab. I'm showing this person around. They are the caregiver for Berries, who will be the new rescue."

"Human weapons?", the person questioned judgementally.

"Yes Ms. Holyoke. W355 is a highly trained weapon. They were rescued from a secret base. They trained several hundreds of these poor people to carry out their deeds. I'll explain a little more in time."

W355 stood next to Caretaker while several people brought in loads of boxes.

"It can help them", W355 seemed like they were questioning.

"No no", Caretaker responded, "you injured your arm remember. All of them are being paid to help move Ms. Holyoke and Berries in."

"Handler, it wishes to serve and be helpful", W355 frowned.

"Then serve and help me by not getting injured. That way, I don't have to puzzle through what you injured again", Caretaker turned, "come on you do need to take your medicine and breathing treatment though."

"Yes handler", W355 watched the movers for a few seconds before following Caretaker.

Caretaker hooked up the breathing treatment and handed the oxygen mask to W355.

"Alright, thirty minutes on that to help your lungs. I'm going to draw up your injections" Caretaker turned to their computer and pulled up W355's chart.

"Ah, there you are", someone called from the door startling W355.

"Here I am", Caretaker didn't look up.

"Berries wanted to meet you and W3... does he not have a real name?", Ms. Holyoke frowned.

"Pronouns are it or they. That is what W355 prefers to go by, we ask that you respect that. As for their name, that is also what they want to go by. It's their serial number as a weapon. They worked hard to receive it", Caretaker sighed, "you don't have to understand it, but you do have to respect it. Welcome to the controlled chaos that is my lab."

Ms. Holyoke rolled their eyes.

"I saw that", Caretaker pulled out several viles of medicine, "like I said... when I agreed to allow Berries to stay here. My lab is a safe place for the patients. It's the caregivers who often get testy with me. They learn soon enough that there is a method to my madness though."

"Is there?", Ms. Holyoke turns to W355, "what is all of this then?"

"They need breathing treatments for their lungs. They were rescued from a fire, which is how we found out about the organization they came from. They were trapped in the fire for a long time, ultimately deciding it was their time to die. A firefighter found them and got them out", Caretaker continued drawing doses of medicine.

"Handler, permission to train in the gym after you finish", W355 pulled the mask aside.

"Permission granted, just please be careful", Caretaker sighed.

"Handler?", Ms. Holyoke frowned.

"Again it has to do with the human weapon thing. They don't feel comfortable calling me Caretaker so they wanted to call me that", Caretaker cleaned a spot on W355's upper arm, "I'm going to start administering these alright."

W355 nodded.

Berries watched sadly, "does that hurt? It always hurts me."

"I've had worse", W355 sighed, "they are gentle as well. I would definitely recommend having Handler do any of your medicine for you."

"I'll manage just fine", Ms. Holyoke stated matter of factly.

Caretaker looked up at W355. They saw a small twinge of sadness in their face. Easily missed as W355 was good at hiding.

"You know Ms. Holyoke. I'm going to come right out and say it, you're prude and already on my nerves. I decided that a little earlier. You and Berries are guests here, and I know my lab is the safest place for Berries. Just like it's the safest place for W355. You can be rude to me all you want, but you may not be rude to W355 or any of the patients and their caregivers", Caretaker turned to grab a bandaid, "I have not been rude to Berries once since you both started moving in today, and I've tried to be civil with you. I expect you to fall in line with my rules by the end of this week."

W355 worked in the gym for a while. They were using minor impact exercises so not to injure themself again.

Berries came in and stood beside the door for a few minutes.

"Everything okay?", W355 wanted to try to make friends. They didn't have many of those, they hoped Berries might be a good candidate.

"Yes... I was hoping to play in here with you", Berries looked around excitedly.

"Oh, uh, training equipment shouldn't be played with. You could get injured", W355 watched as Berries reached down and picked up a circular weight.

The weight slid from their finger and pinched a different finger against the floor.

Berries squealed in pain.

W355 couldn't even respond before Ms. Holyoke ran in.

"What did you do?", Ms. Holyoke yelled at W355 before going to Berries.

W355 backed away from them, "I-I didn't... do anything", they shook.

"I can see that... some weapon or whatever you call yourself. They get injured and you can't even help them", Ms. Holyoke spoke over her shoulder as they examined Berries' finger.

W355's flight response was triggered, they took off running.

They even ran past Caretaker in the hall.

"W355 what happene...", they yelled. Ms. Holyoke came out of the gym with Berries, a displeased scowl stared at Caretaker.

"Care to explain", Caretaker sighed in frustration.

"Berries went in there to watch. Your friend there let her get her finger pinched under the weight. Then when I got after them they took off running... some weapon if you ask me", Ms. Holyoke stuck her nose up.

"You got after....", Caretaker started to step toward them.

"Wait that's not what happened at all", Berries looked up at Ms. Holyoke, "they warned me that I could get injured, but I didn't listen. I was curious. I haven't seen those heavy things before... I didn't know it could hurt me like that. It's not their fault."

Caretaker made a frustrated sigh, "I'm going to go check on W355. There are ice packs in the med carts. Thankyou Berries for being honest", they glared at Ms. Holyoke, "I am considering taking away my invitation for you to be housed here though."

"Where will we go then?", Ms. Holyoke seemed dumbfounded.

"Not them... you", Caretaker turned and walked away.

Caretaker climbed up a ladder into a treehouse type lookout.

They could hear quiet sobs.

"W355, you up here?", Caretaker whispered.

"I-I didn't mean t-to let them get injured... I-I promise", W355 turned and hid their face, "I-I blacked out when they screamed... I-I didn't...", they tried to catch their breath in between sobs.

"W355 no one of any importance is mad at you right now... Ms. Holyoke can screw off", Caretaker sat down next to them, "you couldn't control what happened, and we know you have trauma responses when people get injured. It was outside of your control. Ms. Holyoke isn't as nice as they seemed on paper."

W355 sighed, "I was trying to make a friend and I ruined it, I ruin everything... I'm only good for destruction. Why even try anymore."

"W355, Berries told me exactly what happened. A good friend warns someone if something could happen. You did what you could to help", Caretaker smiled, "I think this is all so new for Berries, they don't seem to know a lot... plus, they are very curious. You did very good."

"I did?", W355 perked up slightly.

"Yes", Caretaker patted their shoulder, "you can hang out here as long as you like. I'll call you for dinner."

Caretaker walked past the apartment where Ms. Holyoke and Berries stayed.

Berries could be heard crying from the inside.

"Hold still, it hurts worse when you move", Ms. Holyoke scolded.

**KNOCK, knock**

"What?", Ms. Holyoke yelled.

Caretaker opened the door.

"I apologize, I was walking by and realized I had forgotten to inform you of when dinner was served. It is almost time", Caretaker glanced at the medicine and needles covering the floor, "you know, I can show you an easier way to establish medicine. It works very well..."

"I can manage just fine... thankyou", Ms. Holyoke frowned in irritation.

Berries sniffled and looked at Caretaker pleadingly.

"It would also make it less painful", Caretaker sighed, "not to question your care style, but it almost like you don't know how to administer injections, or that you actually enjoy causing pain."

"Leave!", Ms. Holyoke hissed.

Caretaker looked at Berries sadly before turning, "let me know if you need my assistance."

"Excuse me?", Berries cautiously knocked on Caretaker's door.

Caretaker looked up from their work and smiled comfortingly.

"Hello Berries, it's a little late to be up", Caretaker side eyed a clock, "is everything alright?"

Berries made a frightened face.

"Berries, you can tell me anything you need. I will help you as much as I can", Caretaker stood, "are you afraid of something?"

Berries nodded.

"Are they in the hall?", Caretaker went over to the door and peaked out quickly.

"I-I uhm, I want you to be my caregiver", Berries' eyes widened, "I-I think Ms. Holyoke... I think she wants to hurt me. Just like you said earlier."

Caretaker quickly closed their door and locked it.

Berries nervously watched as Caretaker went back to their desk.

"A-am I in trouble", Berries worriedly questioned as Caretaker reached for their phone.

"No, my dear. Quite the contrary", Caretaker smiled comfortingly, "yes, please arrest Ms. Holyoke, and bring them to the interrogation room. I have reason to believe they are abusing their charge. Yes, Code 3-11."

"Do we take Berries with Holyoke?"

"No, they requested me to be their caregiver. I will take on responsibility for them now", Caretaker looked at the computer, "I believe Holyoke should be taken away from this place.... to keep Berries and the rest of us safe. I will examine Berries to ensure there is no tracking device. I will also need their medical documentation", Caretaker sighed. "I can't believe this went on as long as it did. Berries was unsafe in my lab.... that makes me very irritated."

The group nodded in understanding, "we will continue communication with this person Holyoke is talking to. Acting like nothing has changed. Hopefully it will lead us to other researchers, and hopefully we can save some more test subjects."

Caretaker nodded in agreement.

"I know you're feeling disgusted by this happening, and I understand, but it was 24 hours. It really wasn't that long", someone spoke up.

"This shouldn't have happened at all", Caretaker sighed in frustration, "it wasn't just 24 hours for Berries. They were with Ms. Holyoke way longer than they should have beem. Whoever let this slide has a lot of answering to do."

The group nodded.

"That is why... they are staying with me as well. I want to insure they are safe", Caretaker clenched their jaw, "my lab is a safe place, and it will stay that way."

W355 helped Berries lift a weight up.

"You did it", W355 smiled, "you... did... good."

"Thankyou W355. I never was allowed to do stuff like this", Berries smiled, "it makes me feel strong. Like I can do anything."

"I'm glad", W355 smiled, "I want you to feel like you can take care of yourself, but I will protect from everything else."

Berries beamed, then looked around, "I wish Caretaker could see this."

"We can show them later if you like", W355 looked at the door, "they've been dealing with Ms. Holyoke."

"Berries and W355, please make your way to Caretaker's office for medication and care procedures", a voice ordered over the speaker system.

"Come one", Berries jumped up quickly.

"Berries, I want you to understand a few things", Caretaker finished setting up W355's breathing treatment. Then sat down to a tray of medications.

"We believe Ms. Holyoke was a researcher from the lab you came from. One you may never have met before", Caretaker frowned and looked over the medicine they had to give Berries, "I believe some of this medicine is part of the experiments you were part of. Unfortunately, I can't just take it away. I may injure you worse by stopping the medications. Myself and other scientists here are researching the medicine now. We want to know what it is, what it is being used for, and if it's safe to take you off of. Once all of this is figured out, we will progressively cut the medicine over time so you don't get sick or go through withdrawals."

Berries looked at W355 then back at Caretaker.

"Do you have any questions?", Caretaker smiled comfortingly.

"No, I-I trust you, uhm, will you tell me when you do the poke", Berries whimpered, "it hurts a lot."

"Well Berries, I'm actually already done", Caretaker cleaned and bandaged the arm, "I find using distractions helps with medicine. Plus, I'm really really good at giving injections"

Berries looked at the bandage in shock, "that didn't hurt at all."

Caretaker grinned, "that is a high compliment. Maybe over time, you won't have to get any injections at all. I'm sure that will make you really happy, but until then, I'll make sure that you are safe and as pain-free as possible."

Berries' eyes sparkled as she looked at W355.

"What?", W355 smiled.

"Safety feel good", Berries smiled gratefully as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm glad", Caretaker smiled.

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sillykittysreblogs · 14 hours ago

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Warning: amputation, burn victim, suicide attempt, hatred to someone's race. Contains: prisoner of war, grumpy unwilling Caretaker, snarky Whumpee. Recovery Whump.

"Hey Caretaker, we got a rough one", the team walked into the medic's office, "peeled them off the battle ground. They were left for dead by their people during a retreat. They're still alive because of Leader."

Caretaker watched as someone was hoisted roughly onto the operating table.

The person was wrapped in tattered rags and whatever else the soldiers could find.

Tiny whimpers escaped the gnarled form.

"They stumbled out of a burning building", Leader came in, "I think you can see they were in there for a little too long. They're a little crispy around the legs. The rest of them looks alright though. They've been crying in pain our entire way here though."

Caretaker pulled some of the cloth off of the gnarled skin, "so what do you want me to do? Need them alive for questioning?"

"I was hoping to return them to their family. We may be enemies, but we're not monsters. I'm trying to reach out to the leaders of that side", Leader looked over Whumpee, "just see if you can get them stable enough to be transferred."

Caretaker laughed roughly, "you're kidding. You want me to waste time and resources on trash. Why not take 'em out back and kill 'em."

"They are someone's family", Leader sighed, "just stabilize them."

"What if I refuse?", Caretaker argued.

"I will lose a lot of respect for you. And you'll be dishonorably dismissed from your duties. You'd let a poor soul sit in pain just because they were born somewhere else", the Leader glared, "I don't know anyone else who can fix this. You won't even willingly look at them. You have what's needed, we have plenty of supplies to help them."

"Fine", Caretaker raised their voice, "but I'm not doing this willingly", they turned to the person on the bed, "and I won't be gentle. If I hear any complaints from them... I will only be rougher. Now get out of my office."

Caretaker grumbled as they turned.

Leader stepped over to Whumpee as the team left.

"I will be back to check on you. Hopefully with some good news about returning you", Leader sighed, "don't let Caretaker scare you, they know what they're doing, just a little angry about it."

Caretaker cursed in between every breath.

"What were you even doing in a building?", Caretaker sighed as they worked, "probably trying to desert your post."

Whumpee winced louder than before.

"Sorry... sor... uh **cough**", Caretaker frowned, "I guess I did that a little harsher than I planned."

Whumpee took a few short breaths.

"De... de", Whumpee tried to talk.

"De-what?", Caretaker looked at them roughly, "deserter? As I suspected..."

"Decoy", Leader had snuck in behind Caretaker.

"Decoy?", Caretaker turned.

"They are a homeless person, pulled off the streets and forced to fight", Leader sighed, "they were considered expendable. The soldiers had to escape. They left this one in the building for us while they left. The building was purposely set on fire to get this one to run out at us. That way, our soldiers only focused on them, not the retreaters. They will be killed if we hand them back to their people."

"That's horrid", Caretaker looked down at their hands.

Caretaker followed Leader out after a guard came to monitor Whumpee.

"So what are your thoughts?", Leader looked behind them to see Caretaker.

"I have to amputate. Both of the legs are gone", Caretaker frowned, "their lower half is still burnt, but not as bad. I can work with it. The legs are a no. It might be better to kill them. A mercy kill. What are we going to do after? Hand them back, and let them get killed? Then, it would still be a waste of time and resources."

"I thought about...", Leader paused in thought, "keeping them here with us. They could live with me."

"Here... you're kidding", Caretaker frowned.

"No, I'm not kidding", Leader sighed, "you should have seen them stumbling out of the fire, it was heart breaking."

Caretaker glared.

"Don't look at me like that", Leader frowned, "do the amputation, give them a chance."

Caretaker came in later carrying a tray.

"You need to eat something", Caretaker set the tray down.

Whumpee watched them nervously.

"I'm not going to hit you, you've been hurt a lot already", Caretaker sat down, "just need to feed you."

"I'm not hungry", Whumpee mumbled, "why do you care?"

"I don't care... you got that right", Caretaker raised their voice, "Leader is the one who cares. Actually I now have to amputate your legs because of Leader's little sympathy project."

"Am-amputate?", Whumpee's eyes widened, "I-I don't want that."

"You don't get a say", Caretaker shoveled a spoon full of the food into Whumpee's gasping mouth, "I will make you comfortable tonight. The surgery gets done tomorrow. You're a prisoner, you don't get to decide what happens."

Whumpee choked slightly.

"Please just kill me. I-I was meant to die anyway", Whumpee pleaded.

"I would happily kill you. You are nothing but trash in my eyes", Caretaker roughly shoveled more food into Whumpee's mouth, "Leader wants you alive, so again, you have no choice."

Whumpee frowned as Caretaker walked away. They had placed an IV into their arm.

They reached for the IV, but Caretaker threw something at them before they could yank it out.

"I swear, I will perform this amputation without anesthesia if you pull that out. You will go through this battlefield style", Caretaker warned, "I'll even rub dirt in to make it more realistic."

Whumpee huffed.

"You know what, I think it's time to start", Caretaker came over with some injections, "give me some peace finally."

Whumpee watched as an injection was administered.

"What is.. that?", Whumpee whispered, "I-I feel numb suddenly."

"It is an anesthetic. In a few moments, you will not feel or be able to move. After you confirm that you can not feel anything, I will put you under."

"Wow, this is the first time in a while that I don't feel any pain", Whumpee looked up in amazement.

"Don't be dramatic, you've only had these burns for twenty-four hours or so", Caretaker prepped the breathing mask.

"My pain started much before this", Whumpee sighed, "do you think this is my first pain? Do you think I was treated well over there? I was homeless. Trash, like you said. I wasn't given food, just scraps from the other soldiers. This is the first bed I've slept in in years. Even in war, I was too broke to afford blankets. I slept on the ground. Normally, where my body collapsed. The expendable soldiers normally slept together in piles to keep warm. We weren't seen as much there either. Though you don't like me, you've shown more mercy to me than anyone else has. That's why I was hoping you would kill me, to show me a final mercy."

"I can't kill you", Caretaker talked lowly. Semi-comfortingly even, "I'm sorry for your luck, but it's time."

Whumpee grunted as Caretaker forced the mask on them.

"Do I get a final word or something?", Whumpee mumbled muffly, "in case I die?"

"You won't die. I won't allow it", Caretaker felt around, "do you feel any of this?"

"Feel what?", Whumpee sighed.

"Perfect", Caretaker smiled as they flipped a switch to the breathing mask.

Moments later Whumpee was out and prepped.

"Finally some quiet", Caretaker sighed.

Whumpee's eyes opened slowly.

"Mmm, is it done already?", Whumpee groaned.

"Already?", Leader leaned over and grinned, "you were out for a few hours."

"I was?", Whumpee slowly blinked.

"Yes, Caretaker stepped out for a breather", Leader frowned, "you know, we realized we don't know what your name is."

"Whumpee", they dared to look down, "how bad is it."

"Caretaker did a good job. They removed some of your underarm skin to replace some of the burnt skin. They will be able to focus on healing the rest of your skin as they heal this."

"Mmm", Whumpee moaned.

"You have some time to rest. It seems the war is going to be done soon. I will be taking you home with me after", Leader looked over Whumpee.

"As your prize? A pet? Look at my prisoner of war. Yes, I had them amputate", Whumpee mocked hatefully, "I would rather die."

"It won't be like that", Leader frowned, "you'll see what I mean."

Leader stepped away when Caretaker came back in.

Whumpee glanced around and found a scalpel.

Caretaker turned just in time to see Whumpee cut their wrist.

"I don't think so", Caretaker hurried, "I've had plenty of suicide attempts to deal with. Nice try."

Whumpee slowly blinked away tears as they watched Caretaker tie a tourniquet.

Leader hurried to help.

"They missed", Caretaker chuckled as they held gauze over the cut, "we won't have any of that. I didn't just spend the last few hours amputating you for you to do that. Am I clear?"

Caretaker set a tray on Whumpee's table and slid it closer to them.

Whumpee sighed and looked at it. They then glanced at the handcuffs that bound them to the bed.

"You have two options: you can let me feed you and get the blessings of eating utensils or you can feed yourself with one of my wooden tongue depressors", Caretaker held up the stick mockingly.

"I'm not going to try it again... I give up", Whumpee grumbled, "you won't let me die anyways. You seem to know how to stop anything I do."

"Well, I'm just that good", Caretaker grinned, "what will it be?"

"I-I can feed myself. Let me have some self respect", Whumpee sighed.

Caretaker adjusted the bed slightly.

Whumpee was finally able to see how much had been amputated.

"Th-that much had to go?", Whumpee whimpered.

"Uh, yes, it wasn't great. I had to take more than I even planned. I tried not to over do it. That's why this leg is slightly longer", Caretaker pointed then unlocked the shackles.

Whumpee wiped at their eyes.

"I... am... actually sorry that I had to remove that much... if that counts for anything", Caretaker handed them the wooden tool.

Whumpee sniffled as they nodded.

"Look on the brightside, the war is over now. You won't have to deal with me for very much longer. Leader is already setting up visits for you to see doctors near their home. You probably won't have to see me very often once this is all over", Caretaker grinned, "I might actually miss you."

"I doubt you will", Whumpee looked down, "I guess I do appreciate you taking care of me though."

"There, we can leave it at that. Not too much of enemies now", Caretaker watched Whumpee take a bite, "at least we will leave the battlefield a little but friendlier than we started."

Whumpee sniffled slightly before smiling weakly at Caretaker.

A year passed by.

Whumpee received expert medical care from Leader's most trusted doctors. They were able to finish what Caretaker started.

Whumpee was in full recovery now, just a little more therapy, the burns had healed. Only leaving nasty scarring.

Often, Whumpee covered their lap with a blanket that Caretaker had given them as a gift when the war was over. It was good for covering the scars and helping keep their legs warm or out of sunlight.

"Hey Whumpee", Leader stepped into Whumpee's room, "we are having a guest over for dinner, and to stay for a few nights. Please be on your best behavior."

"Why wouldn't I?", Whumpee frowned.

"You'll see", Leader winked.

Leader had adopted Whumpee as a member of the family, and was working on Whumpee's citizenship to finalize everything.

Whumpee climbed into their wheelchair and hurried to the lift elevator so they could get to the main floor.

In their haste they accidentally caught their wheel on some of the stair railing. Their wheelchair turned sharply and tumbled down a few steps with Whumpee along with it.

They took some large gasp of air before sitting up.

"I'm starting to think injuring yourself is just a habit", a familiar voice approached.

"Ca-Caretaker?", Whumpee looked up worriedly.

"That was quite a tumble", Leader came in, "I didn't see it, but it I heard you across the house."

Leader picked the chair up, and held it while Caretaker lifted Whumpee.

"Next time, the elevator... please", Leader mocked, "I'm aware the stairs are faster, but I installed the lift for a reason."

"I'll try my best", Whumpee giggled before turning to Caretaker, "I take it you're our special guest?"

"Yes", Caretaker nodded, "I had to come this way for work, I thought I'd stop in to see how well you healed and adjusted. Leader invited me to stay while I'm in town."

Whumpee looked up at Leader, then at Caretaker.

"Is that a problem?", Caretaker grinned.

"No, not at all. It's just been a while. I wasn't sure I would ever see you again", Whumpee grinned sheepishly, "I honestly have kind of missed you."

"I missed you too", Caretaker admitted, "how about after dinner, we spend some time together and talk."

"I'd like that", Whumpee nodded.

Leader grinned, "that works, I have to actually leave soon after dinner to meet someone. You both will have to excuse me tonight unfortunately."

Caretaker nodded, "as always, Leader always disappears and leaves me with the troublesome ones", they grinned and poked at Whumpee shoulder, "just like old times."

"I don't always", Leader pouted playfully.

Whumpee giggled lightly, "just like old times."

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sillykittysreblogs · 16 hours ago

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Whumpee heard a car pull into the driveway. They hurried to kneel next to Whumper's chair at the dinner table.

"Master is late. They must have gotten food out", Whumpee sighed as they got into their begging position, "they normally don't share that type of food with me. Still, I can beg, and they may like it that I am already in position."

The door slammed in, causing Whumpee to jump. Several large uniformed personal poured into the house. Guns aimed at Whumpee.

Whumpee fell over fearfully and yelped.

"Please don't shoot. I'm a lowly slave... I didn't...", Whumpee looked down at a wet spot that had formed in their thin shorts, "m-my master.... didn't let me go to the bathroom yet", they looked up with embarrassment.

"What's your name?", one of the armored people commanded as they followed Whumpee's eyes to the accident.

"Whumpee", they answered, "my master isn't home."

The armored person looked over Whumpee. Bruises and scars were evident all over the visible parts on Whumpee's body.

Speaking of visible... they were barely clothed.

Whumpee whimpered.

"The house is clear. We only see the one person", a person yelled from a different part of the house.

"Why are your hands behind your back?", the person glanced around them.

Whumpee shook, "Master likes my hands tied behind my back. They've been like that for months. Only released for chores", Whumpee explained quickly, "please, where is my master?"

"We are with law enforcement. Hold still", the person pulled out a knife.

"No please", Whumpee pleaded, "Master will do it again... only tighter. My punishment for being freed without permission", Whumpee screamed as the knife cut through the ropes.

"We don't have to worry about Whumper. They are in custody. You are coming with us."

Whumpee stared nervously at the doorway of their medical room.

"Any moment Master will walk through that door. Everything will be straightened out. I'll be punished, but hopefully, they will show mercy. I tried to behave", Whumpee kept their arms tucked behind them. It was a little difficult to do with a needle in their arm, but they needed to be presentable when their master came in.

They looked at a bag of liquid that seemed to be connected to the needle.

"Maybe Master will allow me to ask a few questions about what is going on", Whumpee looked around the room, "I don't remember anything like this."

They looked down at the clothes they had been given.

"So embarrassing for Master's slave to pee themself. I hope it doesn't stain the rug. I wish I had been given a few minutes to clean that", Whumpee sighed, "maybe Master's will understand. They had been gone for a while, and didn't give me permission to go. I was good and waited.... Who am I kidding. Master is going to kill me for that. It was the new carpet."

The door opened, causing Whumpee to straighten up.

Another person with a white coat came in.

"Hello Whumpee", they sat down right by the bed, "how are we feeling? Will you bring out your arms. I'd like to see how the rope marks are doing. I'm sure you will feel more comfortable."

"My Master likes my arms behind my back. I'm waiting for them to return", Whumpee slowly brought their arms out.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have to wait. You will probably not see them for a while actually", they smiled, "how is your nurse treating you? You denied a meal a earlier. I think you sound pretty hungry to be denying food."

Whumpee frowned as their stomach girgled, "Master hasn't given me permission to eat yet."

"How about, as your doctor, I give you permission. I think you could really use some food", the doctor smiled, "I won't tell your master if you won't... our little secret."

"Secrets will get me punished harshly", Whumpee frowned.

"Are these bruises and scars from punishments?", the doctor looked over a few notes.

"Yes, and just normal corrections and training. Master says it will keep me in line. He likes an obedient slave", Whumpee smiled, "I'm a good Whumpee."

"I'm sure you are", the doctor smiled weakly.

The next morning, Whumpee woke up to the door being opened.

"Master... oh" Whumpee saw the person that had talked to them at Whumper's home.

"It's me. I wanted to check in on you. I've been thinking about you all night", they came in and sat down, "my name is Don, by the way. I don't think I told you that."

Whumpee frowned, "I'm sorry for peeing myself. That's not how good slaves act."

"It's alright, I think I would have done the same in that situation", Don laughed.

"Where is my master?", Whumpee asked again, "no one is answering me."

Don sighed and leaned up closely, "your Master... is in a lot of trouble right now. I can't talk about it openly with you. Just know they are not going to be free for a while. Especially with the information we are finding out, and what we have found out about you. They won't hurt you any longer."

"Did I do something wrong?", Whumpee whispered.

"No you haven't done anything wrong. You have helped us greatly. I will actually be taking you to a friend of mine later today. My friend is going to take care of you for a while. They really want to know what your favorite food is, so they can make it for you for dinner", Don smiled.

"Someone wants to take care of me?", Whumpee stared, "but why?"

"Well, they do it for a living. Take care of cases like yours. They love doing it", Don nodded, "the moment I saw you, I knew I had to get you into Caretaker's hands. He will help you so much."

Whumpee stared out the window of the car.

"Can I at least see my master?", Whumpee turned to Don, "get any orders for how they want me to behave until I'm back with them again."

"I'm sorry Whumpee, but you can't. You'll have to follow what Caretaker tells you for right now", Don turned into a neighborhood, "I'll stay for a little while to make sure you are settled in."

Whumpee watched the houses in the neighborhood while until they pulled into one.

"Here we are", Don smiled.

Whumpee followed Don to the door and hid behind them while they waited.

A nurse had given them a stuffed bear while they were being discharged. They hugged onto it tightly.

"Hey Caretaker", Don greeted when the door finally opened.

"Hello, I just finished getting the room ready. Perfect timing", the elderly man smiled.

Whumpee shook as Don moved aside. They quickly darted behind Don again.

"A little shy, and a lot confused. I'm afraid I have a difficult case for you", Don said apologetically.

"That's alright, just means they need a little more love. I have just want they need", Caretaker knelt down to be eye level with Whumpee, "welcome to my home. I hope you will find it very comfy."

Whumpee stared out the window for a while after Don left. The bear still wrapped tightly in their arms.

"Something smells delicious", Whumpee shyly sniffed a few times.

"Whumpee, dinner is about ready if you would like to sit at the table here", Caretaker came around carrying a few cups, "I know you haven't eaten for a while, so I'm sure you're hungry. You will be required to eat this meal though. That is a rule here."

Whumpee felt a wave of relief when they heard a rule. Something to follow.... finally.

Whumpee stared at the table wondering where Caretaker would sit. They finally knelt beside a chair. They glanced at their arms for a moment before tucking them behind their back. The stuffed bear sat next to them on the floor.

Caretaker glanced out at them.

"Oh Whumpee, may I ask what you are up to?", Caretaker stepped out to them.

"This is how my master had me sit for their meals", Whumpee looked at themself nervously, "is this okay?"

"Well, I had you sitting in one of the chairs at the table in mind, my dear", Caretaker smiled comfortingly, "could you tell me how you ate."

"My Master would have me beg beside their lap while they ate. They would give me a bite or two while they ate their meal. When they finished they would set the plate on the floor for me to finish the leftovers", Whumpee frowned.

"Oh", Caretaker tried to hide their saddened shock, "and, uh, you had your arms tied behind your back often. How would you eat?"

"Just bend over and eat with my mouth. It was hard at first. You just had to be careful about getting food on the carpet", Whumpee smiled at themself, "I was very good for my Master. I just sometimes wished he had left me a few extra bites. I was often hungry, but I never asked for more."

"I'm sure you were very good for them, and thankyou for sharing that with me", Caretaker smiled, "let's try eating at the table tonight", Caretaker reached for the bear, then helped Whumpee up, "I can assure you, you will not walk away from my table hungry. I made your favorites."

Whumpee sat at the table shyly. This was a new experience, they had never been allowed on Master's furniture.

"Ar-are you sure you want me at the table?", they asked when Caretaker came in.

"Of course I'm sure", Caretaker set a plate and a bowl down in front of Whumpee, "that way you can eat comfortably.

"Wow", Whumpee stared at the food. They hadn't seen this much food set in front of them since one of their Master's friends snuck them a plate at a dinner party.

"You have a delicious salad, spaghetti, garlic bread. Then we have a slice of chocolate cake for dessert", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee stared at the food with wide eyes, "of course we have milk, juice, and water to drink as well."

"I get all of this?", Whumpee looked at them in shock.

"Yes, I'll be right back with my plates. Now you do have to eat, but you do not have to eat it all. I know there is a lot here. Eat until you're satisfied", Caretaker smiled as they turned, "no need to make yourself sick by overindulgence."

Whumpee waited until Caretaker came back out.

"You can eat", Caretaker sat down, "I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you need anything."

"If feels weird", Whumpee looked at the plate again, "I've never been offered so much food. I also don't have my Master's permission to eat. But... for the first time... I-I don't care."

Caretaker smiled comfortingly, "that's why I always make my patient's favorite for their first meal with me. It's easier to break a rule if it's something they like. Then, after that, they realize that nothing bad happened. Then a while down the road they realize nothing bad is going to happen. You are very well behaved, I can imagine what your Master has done to you by your behavior alone. You are very much safe here, I promise. I have Don on speed dial if anything bad does happen."

Whumpee stared sadly at the cake.

"You can have it later if you like. You definitely enjoyed your meal", Caretaker smiled at the almost empty plates.

"It all tasted so good. I haven't had food like this in so long", Whumpee looked at their plates, "I'll go start washing dishes for you. Maybe after that I'll be able to eat the cake."

Caretaker stood, "you don't have to worry about doing chores while you're here. You can help me though if you like. Maybe after that we can come out here and see about the cake."

"N-no chores.... but how will I earn my keep?", Whumpee stood quickly to try to help.

"You don't have to earn anything here", Caretaker smiled, "I know it is hard to understand that, so I will allow you to help me if you want to. You don't have to though. You are here to heal and recuperate. It is my job to make sure you do that."

Whumpee frowned, "I don't really understand", they gave a worried look, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, in time you will be more comfortable", Caretaker led them to the kitchen, "so, do you want to help me. I actually have a dishwasher, so this task is quite easy."

"Dishwasher, I've never been allowed to use one", Whumpee whispered, "Master says the dishes get washed better by hand. It was the only time my hands would be untied. I would have to do my chores in the evening when he was home to untie me. The day was spent walking up and down the hall, so I didn't become lazy. If master logged into the camera and saw me sitting or not pacing...", Whumpee shuddered as they remembered.

"Yes, some dishes do wash better by hand. I don't use those dishes", Caretaker smirked, "a note on those rules... if you need to use the bathroom, please go. You do not need permission to use the bathroom."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they sighed in relief.

Whumpee rinsed the dishes as Caretaker had showed them. Caretaker then took the dish and placed it in the dishwasher.

"Alright, all done", Caretaker pressed a button, "have you worked up a hunger for cake yet?"

"I-I don't know. That was faster than I thought it would be", Whumpee felt their stomach, "its still full."

"Mine is too", Caretaker nodded

That night, Whumpee stood very close to something they hadn't had access to in years.

Caretaker walked by and peaked in.

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Overwhelmed", Whumpee turned and looked at Caretaker, "you really want me to sleep in one of your beds?"

"Yes, of course. I wouldn't have made it for you otherwise", Caretaker came into the room, "you are allowed to use any of my furniture. You are allowed to sleep in that bed. That is your bed for the time being."

"M-my bed" Whumpee looked at it again.

They reached a shaky hand to the blankets and felt how soft it all was.

"Your bed", Caretaker nodded, "are you ready to climb in. I'm sure this will feel so good. You just showered. I find fresh clean bedding to feel so good after a shower."

"I've slept on the floor for so long. It's a lot to just be allowed in a bed now", Whumpee whispered.

"I'm sure it is, and I'm sorry you're overwhelmed by it all", Caretaker started to untuck the blankets, "I promise you, you deserve to sleep in your bed. You have done everything required of a good slave. Now take your reward. Think of your recovery as your reward. All of this is so well deserved."

Whumpee smiled weakly.

Chills ran up their spine as they climbed into the bed. The sheets tingled against their skin.

Caretaker smiled as they pulled the blankets up for Whumpee. They tucked in Whumpee's bear from the hospital.

"You look quite cozy", Caretaker moved some of Whumpee's hair out of their face.

"It-it feels different... a good different", Whumpee answered.

"You remember where my room is right?", Caretaker smiled, "you can come get me any time tonight... for any reason."

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee nodded.

"Very good", Caretaker smiled, "well, I guess I'm going to leave you to it. I hope you have a goodnight sleep. You deserve it. Unless otherwise, I will see you in the morning."

"Goodnight Caretaker. Thankyou for everything, I appreciate how patient and merciful you are to me", Whumpee smiled.

"You're welcome", Caretaker winked, "it's not hard to be patient with you. I hope you know that. Goodnight Whumpee."

Caretaker was up a little later.

They texted Don to update them on how the rest of the day had gone.

Caretaker stepped into Whumpee's room to check on them before they went off to bed.

Whumpee had gotten into a comfortable position and was quietly snoring.

"You have a long road of recovery. Whatever that person has done to you has hurt you greatly. I'm going to help you. You'll be alright" Caretaker whispered as they watched Whumpee, "I'm sorry for what you've been through, but it's over now. All that's left is the rest of your life."

Whumpee moved slightly in their sleep, and quickly began snoring again.

Caretaker adjusted the blanket.

"Goodnight Whumpee", Caretaker smiled as they left the room and hurried to bed, "they had another day tomorrow."

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