#gun shot wound

[teacupcollector]

The Art of Misdirection - Part 2 (Task Force 141 x Reader)

Main Masterlist Modern Warfare II Masterlist

A/N: I wanted to go into how each character feels about Misdi so there is a POV swap. I don’t know if it will make sense but I hope it does! A/N: I made my own divider because I couldn’t find one. I hope it looks decent.

A/N: I also want to thank you for all the love and support! I didn’t expect the first part to take off the way it did. I hope you enjoy this part! A/N: Also I forgot who, but someone kind of guessed what happened which I found funny because it was like they read my mind lol.

Summary: Joining the 141 was a wild roller-coaster. Everyone had been apprehensive to you joining due to your age, but you are here to prove them wrong. Now as of this mission and maybe your last they are going to figure out what your nickname means.  

Johnny was insistent that we go down and look at the person we just shot. I decided that we wait a minute or so to see if there was any more movement before I allowed Gaz and I to go. I have no idea what compelled them to look, but I found myself being compelled as well. Johnny stayed above and kept an eye out for us just in case. If it weren’t for his injured leg I would be the one keeping watch since I am the better shot, but in any case I wouldn’t let Gaz go by himself in case there were more enemies out there. You can easily become overwhelmed with: A. The lack of cover. And B. The brightness of night vision. Not saying that night vision is bad. That is what helped us spot the movement of this rat in the first place, but if an enemy were to shine a light it could be blinding. 

“Why would there only be one person out here LT? It is odd.” I hear Gaz say. “Could be a scout...” I grunt back. “Yeah... Maybe... But wouldn’t it be best to have a duo or a trio of scouts? It’s suicide to be out here on your own. Especially with you here.” I hear Gaz chuckle. I stay quiet as we continue to approach. I suddenly feel my hands twitch in discomfort and my brow suddenly break into a sweat. As we approach the body... The body I shot down. We see an American flag velcroed on their chest. “No... No, no, no!” I hear Gaz exclaim as he immediately rushes to the only person this could possibly be.

I follow in step with him as we approach her. I feel my breath hitch as I see the dark pool of liquid through my night vision. Some coming from her head and some coming from other various injures. Gaz kneels down next to her head on her left side. Her head is currently turned to the side to the right, which is where the blood is coming from.  “Y-You fucking shot her! She’-” “Hush it Garrick! We need to be quiet... Sound travels fast here.” I say in a hurried and hushed tone as I kneel next to her on her other side. I lift her head to see if the bullet penetrated any part of her head. While doing this I place two fingers on the pulse point of her neck. Blood is still spewing from her head, but she is alive.

“She’s alive sergeant... But just barely. We ne-” “Yeah because you fucking shot her ya’ prat!” Gaz exclaims again but I give him a harsh tap on the head.  “Hush it or we’ll all be dead.” I say sternly before passing my rifle over to him.  “Hold it.” I say as I take her pack from underneath her legs, put the night vision goggles inside, and put it over my own to carry.

After that I gather her in my arms bridal style before picking her up. Her head falls black as she feels like dead weight in my arms. I slowly and gently as I can reposition her so her head is tucked safely in my chest. 

“We need to hurry back and call for a med evac. This mission will have to be put on pause for now.” I say as I begin a swift trek back to base camp. Gaz follows behind, my rifle in hand. I can feel his glare piercing the back of my head. I can’t say I blame him though. I am the one who said she was dead...

The sound of music was cascading and echoing through out the town, as well as through our earpiece. While we were talking to Misdi I was busy putting a tourniquet on Soaps leg. The ambush came to us as a surprise, but we were trying to handle it as best we can. Throughout all the chaos that was unfolding we were separated from Gaz. Now there is even more Chaos. Barbie Girl was playing non-stop in our ears as we hear the sound of a vehicle tearing ass down the street.

“Get ready!” I hear her scream over the music.

I see one of our get away vehicles tear through the road. It begins to take oncoming fire and it swerves before hitting a building. The music still plays from the car outside, but the radio went dead silent. “Corporal! Corporal! Do you copy?” I say into the radio, but all I get is static. I hear both Garrick and Mactavish both try there own radios. That is when I hear Soap say to me: “We have to get down there! We have t-” There is suddenly an explosion which causes the whole building to shake. “We need to get out of here.” I say sternly. “LT we ca-” “We can and we will! She is fucking dead Mactavish!” I say taking his arm and wrapping it around my neck and helping him up. 

Due to my height he is kind of elevated slightly. We start heading toward the back of the building and away from the commotion. “I can g-” I again interrupt the members of my squad. “She is fucking dead Gaz, and we need to get going before even more shit hits the fan!” I shout as I kick the back door open and drag Soap out of it. We start making our way Northward out of the city. 

“Meet us at the North face of the bell tower” I say to Gaz before continuing to drag Johnny, but he continues to squirm. “Johnny we need to get you out of here stop squirming!” I growl. “She could still be alive back there! She could have gotten away in time and we just left her!” The more Soap panics the more his accent thickens to the point I almost can’t understand him. “Soap she got shot and crashed the vehicle then it exploded, No way she got out of there.” I grunt. “You need to be quiet before we draw attention!” I hiss.

I know I sound harsh, but I need to think of the rest of my team. Soap is injured and I have no idea what Gaz would be doing or what his condition is. Misdi did this for us. I need to make sure we make it out alive, heal up, and maybe go back if there is a body. 

‘Jesus... I hope they are dead... for their sake...’

They were very bubbly. All bright eyed and bushy tailed. Ready to work and ready to prove themselves. The complete opposite of me. Completely different then all of us.  ‘Fuck... I am already thinking of obituaries.’

Meeting up with Gaz at that moment was hard. His face was twisted in sorrow. Now I am jogging as gently as I can back to camp with a half dead Misdi in my arms. Approaching the camp there is a small fire, a few tents with cots inside, and finally Soap is sitting on a cot next to the fire. We meet eyes and he immediately tries to stand up. “Holy sweet jesus fuck!” Soap exclaims. He begins to limp toward us in a hurry, but I rush past him and place Misdi on a cot. When I look down I can see where her head was placed on my chest there is a big blood pool there.  “Get me fucking sheers and Johnny get on comms and call for emergency med evac!” I spout.  Gaz hands me some sheers and I begin to cut off her shirt and a portion her pants leg were I see more bleeding. I make sure to keep my eyes on the injured shoulder. The shoulder is dislocated so I turn her on her side to see a bullet wound and not exit hole. “Fuck...” I decide to leave it where it is and move to assess her head. 

I take my flashlight from my belt and open her eyes and move the light back and forth.  “Her pupils are dilated. She might have a concussion or severe head trauma.” I say as I take my water canteen and remove my gloves.

I pour the water on my hands and get out a first aid kit before squirting the cheap hand sanitizer on my hands. I take some gauze and some wrapping and place  it against her head. “The bleed-” “Yeah it is because you fucking shot her!” Gaz spits. “The Fuck?!” He hears Soap shout before entering the tent. “You fucking shot her! What the fu-” “Jo-” “What the fuck is wrong with you!” “WE NEED TO FOCUS ON HER” Gaz cuts in as he finishes wrapping her head.  “She needs stitches, but the bleeding is to severe. She is bleeding out right now and you both are being utter twats!” Gaz says as he begins to roll her on your side. Both Gaz and Soap cringe  at how limp her left shoulder is. Soap immediately grabs another tourniquet to wrap around her leg that has the injury, though it isn’t to severe they need to look at the elephant in the room, which is her shoulder.

“Did you call for medical?” I ask and Soap begins to speak. “They won’t be here for another hour. They suggested that we take the cars, but I told them that she might be to fragile to move.” All of us sigh. “I don’t know if she has enough time... We are going to have to get the bullet out ourselves. That is the only way we can stitch her up and stop the bleeding...” I say as I roll her fully on her stomach. I slide her bra strap down her crooked shoulder to see the gun shot wound. I take out a flashlight and hand it to Gaz. “Hold it here so I can see.” I say. He does just that and I take out one of my clean knives and a pair of tweezers from the first-aid kit. I hear Soap say a small ‘Oh fuck’ before I begin to dig around as gently as I can in the wound. “It’s fragmented and it’s deep... Gaz it is important that you keep your eyes on it, so the flash light doesn’t move...” I can feel my voice beginning to shake.

‘I never wanted this to happen. This happened under my watch. I need to make sure she survives.’ I think to myself The first two fragments have been removed, my hands are now covered with her blood. I can stitch up anyone else. I can cut and slice down anyone on the field, but feeling her blood on my hands makes me uneasy. I am not suppose to feel this way. I need to be calm, collected, stoic, and precise. What I am doing could possibly quicken her death. I need to get through this. Fragment after fragment and I am finally done. Now we need to relocate her shoulder. “Grab a sheet from one of the cots” I say to Gaz as he sets the flashlight down. He looks as pale as a ghost.

He does just that as I gently roll Misdi on her back. After that I go over to my water canteen and pour it on my hands before wiping it on some cloth near by to get rid of the majority of the blood. Afterwards I take the sheet from Gaz and wrap it underneath her affected shoulder in her armpit. I pull both ends across her body. One underneath her and one over her chest.

“I don’t know if you have done this before Gaz, but I need you to slowly pull on the sheet so I can put her shoulder back into place.” I say as I take her arm by the wrist in my hand.

Gaz only nods before grabbing both ends of the sheet. “I will count to three and we gently pull. Got i’?” I say and Gaz nods. “1... 2... 3.”

Both Ghost and Gaz begin to pull and we suddenly hear a pop as it goes back into place. Suddenly there is a groan coming from Misdi. More groaning turns into panic screaming. She attempts to get up and tries to roll off the cot. “She’s Hypoxic! Hold her down!” Ghost commands as I hold her legs down. “No! No, no, no!” Her speech is slurred and her eyes are full of fear. “D-Don’t touch me! Let go!” “It’s us Lass! it’s okay!” I say and limp over and sits on the ground near the head of the cot. 

 I place a soothing palm on her cheek and turns her head to look at me. “ m'eudail (My dear) It’s me...” my voice turns soft  in an attempt to sooth her. I use my thumb caresses the apple of her cheek. “J-Johnny?” Tears were collecting in her eyes. “Mhm. I’m here. I am right here. Now you are bleeding okay? We need to stitch ya up. Can we do that?” I ask.

Her eyes are glazed over with tears and confusion, but she nods. “Can ya roll over for me Lass?” He asks as he gently rolls her on her side that has the uninjured shoulder. 

Her uninjured hand reaches for me and I take it in my hand. I press it against my cheek before moving my head down so her hand is in my hair. She begins to card her fingers through my hair. She has only does this a handful of times. I always found it funny because she thinks my nickname should be ‘Conditioner’ instead of ‘Soap’ because in her words not mine. “You have the softest hair that any women would want to grab.” She was immediately flustered after I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. She tried to back track, and explain that she wasn’t trying to be inappropriate in fear that she would have to file SHARP paperwork. I chuckle at the memory and I wish I could go into more detail, but I just sigh as she scratches my scalp. She begins to whimper as Gaz begins to clean the wound and stitch it up. 

“That’s a good girl... You are doin’ such a good job...” I whisper to her as I reach my hand behind her head and massage her neck at the base of her skull. 

While doing this her eyes slide close and her breathing evens out. I continue to whisper praises and soothing words, but I turn my gaze to Ghost and I glare. After Gaz was done he wrapped her shoulder before moving toward her injured leg. The leg went quickly and she didn’t move. Then he moved to her head in which I moved out of the way. She was alarmingly still so I pressed my fingers to her pulse point under her thumb. Her pulse is weak and my heart seems to sink from my stomach to my ass. I am angered when I see Ghost exit the tent. I decide to follow so I stumble to my feet and follow after. I don’t care if he is my superior he is getting a piece of my mind.

[icedghostlatte-art]

Draw Vlad in the first murder pallette

The Hospital Halls ran Red with blood that night...

{First Murder - 32}

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

In The Professionals 1x07, Peter and his bodyguard Vincent end up on the run from several villainous parties, leading to lots of whump for the both of them.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 5 (BAU x reader)

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

Warnings: guns, gun shot wound, bleeding, passes out, passing out, hospitals, waking up in hospitals

Word count: 1289

"(Y/N), I want you to interview Davis, he's a key witness," Hotch said, "I'd normally send someone with you but we're swamped,"

You gave a nod, "No problem, I'll be back in a bit. Hey, maybe I'll return with coffee," Everyone (minus Hotch and Rossi) let out an 'ooo'

It had started so well. That should have been a red flag. Davis invited you in, asked if you wanted anything to drink (which you politely declined) and then you began questioning him. You asked what it was he saw (any information he could provide you with) and he did. He told you about how he was the one who found that body, about how It was running smoothly. Your first solo questioning (sort of). And then you noticed that he began to add details that hadn't been released to the media. So you challenged it. And then he drew the gun out.

You put your hands in the air, anxiety stabbing through your chest. This was not a good situation to say the least. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable solution here, Mr Davis.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I kill you and get the hell out of the country!”

“Or, and hear me out, you confess and get a reduced sentence?”

“I prefer no sentence,”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have killed seven people then,” The comment slips before you realise you were even thinking about it. In a fit of rage, Davis squeezes the trigger.

Pain spreads throughout your stomach and it takes a moment for you to realise what's happened. You lift a hand to the wound, tilting your hand as you check to see if you're really bleeding or if this is a weird dream. But you're bleeding. Knees buckling, you fall to the floor, not feeling the pain from the fall, only the pulsing of the gunshot wound.

'Just a witness my ass,' You think to yourself.

You’re on the floor, hand over your wound, blood slowly seeping through the gaps in your fingers.

You need to move, you need to do something, anything. That's all you're thinking about, anxiety pumping through your veins. You need to move. You're not sure where to go, you're never even completely sure where you are. You just know you shouldn't sit still.

You manage to stand, it's quite a hassle, but you manage it. It leaves you in a lot of pain, but you try your best to breathe through it.

Call someone. You should probably call someone. With one hand on your wound, the other fumbles for your phone. When you unlock it, your hands are trembling. You tap on the phone icon, phoning the person who comes up on your most recent.

"(Y/N)?" Morgan. You draw in a deep breath.

"I need help," You don't know what else to say. What else could you say?

"What's wrong?"

"Davis is the unsub," You revealed, "And he kind of shot me,"

There's a loud swear on the other side of the phone and muffled yelling and then a commotion. Then Derek's back on the phone, "How bad is it?"

"Er, stomach, it's not spraying or anything. Is that good? That's good right?" You asked, trying to keep your voice level. "Spraying means it's hit an artery, right?"

Derek answers yes, you can hear the base of the chair click when he stands up. "I'm going to stay on the phone as long as I can," Derek said, "But I'm going to be in the car, so reception might be bad,"

"Could connect Garcia to the call," You suggest weakly. Derek, on the other end, nods and motions for Spencer to start that.

Soon enough Garcia’s voice floods your ears and you smile. She always brightens your day. "Hey," You greet, she replies.

"Alright, (Y/N), we might-" and then he cuts out.

"I think he's gone," You observe.

"That's alright, they're close by and I'm here too,"

You nod, "Exactly, I have the knower of all knowledge with me,"

Garcia gives a chuckle, forcing the tears out of her voice, "You're going to be fine."

You give a small hum as your eyes begin to feel heavy. "(Y/N)?" Garcia’s voice is urgent and you try your best to reply but all that comes out is a quiet groan. "(Y/N)?! The team are nearly there, just hold-"

Your world fades to black before she finishes.

"(Y/N)?"

"Morgan?" Derek strained his ears, hearing his name. Was that Penelope? "Morgan?" He spotted the phone on the floor, a foot away from you, he reached over, snatching it from the floor before placing it to his ear.

"Babygirl?"

"Morgan! My chocolate god of thunder, how's the baby agent?"

"He's unconscious but alive,"

"Tell Hotch I'm on the next plane down," She said before hanging up. Derek, when Hotch walked into the room, relayed the message. Hotch just nodded, knowing there was nothing that was going to change her mind.

With the message relayed, Derek turned to you. His left hand still placed firmly on your wound. His right hand joined his left, placing more pressure. You stirred at the additional force.

"(Y/N)? Come on kid, we need you to wake up,"

There's a light tapping on your cheeks, but you couldn't really feel it. You couldn’t really feel anything. You felt like you're floating.

"(Y/N)?"

The voice is comforting. It feels like home. You think you slowly turn and face them, but you can't be sure, colours all a blur in front of you. "M'rgan?"

You hope you're right, you're relying on the sound of his voice alone.

The owner of the voice nods, confirming its him. "Yeah, (Y/N), its me. You need to stay awake."

"Trying," You said, fighting against your eyelids again.

"I know, kid, I know," His hands are red and glisten in the light.

"Your hands are bleeding," You noted, weakly pointing at his hands. Morgan looked at up something behind you before he looked back at you.

"Don't worry, I'm alright,"

"Okay," You whispered. "Stomach hurts,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Why you sorry?" You feel breathless, why can't you seem to just catch your breath?

"I didn't get here fast enough," You don't understand what he means, didn't get here fast enough for what?

"Don't understand,"

“You called, said you needed help.”

You nodded, you remembered that, “Y’ah, other M’rgan’s got it covered,” You dismissed, you looked at Morgan, “Where’s H’tch?”

“I’m right here,” Hotch answered.

You gave a small hum, looking in the direction the voice came from, “He… He said he was gonna leave the country,”

“Garcia’s checking airport security.” Hotch said, “We’ll find him.”

You nodded. Good. That was good. "Okay,"

"Paramedics are close by," Morgan said, eyes flicking up from your stomach to your eyes. "I know it hurts and I know you're tired, but you need to stay awake, alright?"

"Kay," You nod slightly, "How close is close?"

"Real close," Younod, at least you think you do. They're close. That's good, that means you can rest your eyes just for a moment. "(Y/N)?! (Y/N) hey! You need to stay awake! You need-"

You felt light when you woke up, a different kind of light. Less like you were floating, you were grounded but felt weightless. It was oddly nice.

Then it all hit you and you were slammed back into your body. You groan when the pain edged its way in. "Oh, I think he's waking up,"

"Garcia?" You force your eyes open, giving a sloppy grin. "Heyy,"

"The next time you get yourself hurt like that, I will kill you, kill I tell you!" You nodded, giving a small chuckle, wincing at the pain.

"Okay, okay, fine."

[wild-lavender-rose]

Sorry, first time requesting anything im not sure if im doing this right haha. But can you do a gender neutral reader with hank lawson. Where reader gets shot, dr mike does surgery, and we wake to up hank there. Fluff please!!:)

I've been waiting for inspiration to write this, anon, and it finally arrived! I hope this is fluffy enough for you :) Please feel free to send me another Hank request, I'm pretty sure we're the only two on here who love him and I'd love to grow my Dr. Quinn master list!

My Fault - Hank Lawson x reader

Warning- Cannon-typical language

It had been your own fault. One second you were between Hank and the black-clad stranger, trying to keep the two from killing each other over a misunderstanding about a horse. You had focused on the stranger, knowing Hank would listen to you and stand down the moment you intervened. You thought that the matter was settled and had turned around, walking back to where Hank waited, broody and silent.

The gunshot had sounded practically in your ear. You had fallen forward, pushed by the bullet. More gunshots. People were screaming. You tried to get up and fight. Hank was shouting but you couldn't understand him. You felt numb and cold all at once. The dirt was wet under your hands. Blood. But whose?

"Get Michaela, now!" Hank was on his knees next to you, keeping you from getting up. You had looked at him, vision blurred. You called to him, your voice sounding hollow and distant. His blue eyes were the last thing you remembered, frantic and helpless. He picked you up and the world went black.

The next time you woke you were in Dr. Quinn's office lying on her examination table. The pain was white hot, coming from your right shoulder. You cried out, trying to move, to escape. You were calling for someone over and over again. Hank. Hank, please. It's my fault, I'm sorry. Please.

Dr. Mike appeared over top you, pressing a white gauze to your nose, calming you with a soft voice and worried eyes. You sank back into darkness.

The next time you woke you were in one of her recovery rooms, the sunlight highlighting the cream colored quilt you were laying under. You were naked from the waist up but were covered by the quilt. A thick bandage was wrapped around your right shoulder. You felt stiff and hazy, but the pain was gone.

"Hey," a familiar, husky voice sounded by your head.

You looked to find Hank sitting by the bed, his oversized form hunched over in a chair too small for him. He smiled, his eyes even more bleary and red-rimmed than usual. It looked like he had been crying.

"Hank," you tried to talk but your tongue felt thick and fuzzy.

"Here," Hank hurried to pour you a glass of water from a basin sitting by the bed. He raised your head, helping you to drink.

Finishing the glass, you cleared your throat, trying once more. "Did he, am I," you glanced at your shoulder.

"Shot you in the back," Hank shook his head. "Bastard."

"You get him?"

"Jake did. Right in the head."

"Shoulda had a trial." You muttered, pretending that you weren't glad that your attacker.

Harry gave you a half smile. "Talkin' like Michaela now."

You smiled back, the gesture lessening as the memory of earlier washed over you. "M'sorry, Hank. I should have kept out of it. I just, I didn't want you hurt."

"Hey, shh. Don't worry about it," Hank leaned forward, brushing at your cheek with a soft and uncertain touch. "You just focus on resting up, all right?"

"Hank,"

"You'll be back to bothering me in no time." Carding his hand through your hair, Hank blinked a few times, smile wavering.

"Hank," you reached up, fingers tangling in one of the locks of hair falling in his eyes. You caressed his grizzled jaw with the back of your hand, your touch causing his eyes to close.

Hank leaned into your touch as if starved, like he was trying to memorize the moment. You felt yourself drifting off once more but fought to hold on, touching his face, conveying the thoughts you were unable to explain. I love you, you thought. I couldn't live without you.

Your hand grew weak, falling back rest on the quilt as your eyes fluttered shut. Hank pressed his hand, warm and steady, over yours. He whispered something you probably weren't supposed to hear. Something you would never forget.

"I love you, sweetheart. Don't leave me."

Fanfic Masterlist

[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies

[only2braincellsavailable]

Sister: if I send you a picture of a gunshot wound, could you tell the trajectory of the bullet?

Me: not really. Lots of variables involved that would affect it

Sister: ....he has 3+ holes. Does that help?

*Next day*

Sister: *sends photos of victim* thoughts?

Me: and prayers. I don't know what you expect me to do!

*Bonus*

Me: is he alive?

Sister: yes

Me: dang, can't stick a pole in him then to track the path of the bullet

[skyetorrin]

Whumptober 2022 - Prompt No. 1

Prompt No 1: A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen.”

Summary: Loki gets shot during an Avengers mission.

Content Warnings: Blood (not detailed), Genocide (mentioned), Gun Shot Wound (not detailed), Medical Injection (brief, not detailed), Negative Self Talk (semi-detailed), Racism (mentioned), Swearing (minor)

@whumptober-archive

Also posted on ao3 here.

“Brother! Watch out!” Thor yelled. Loki turned to look at him but before he could he was hit in the abdomen with a bullet. He collapsed, and Thor rushed over. “Banner! My brother has been shot!”

“Shit. Bring him to the quinjet as fast as you can.” Bruce rushed around the quinjet, trying to find the medical supplies. He managed to find a couple of gauze pads and some standard level painkillers.

“Wait did you say Rock of Ages has been shot?” Tony cursed. “Alright we’ll be back to the quinjet in 10.”

They rushed quickly back to the tower in the quinjet, Bruce holding pressure on the wound in Loki’s abdomen.

“Quick! Someone get the asgardian medicine. He’s crashing!” Bruce yelled, his skin tinged green on the edges.

Doctors rushed into the room where they had brought Loki, trying to get everything they needed, all while the rest of the team was waiting anxiously outside. Loki seized on the table, prompting Bruce to inject him with the medicine the other doctors finally retrieved.

Loki stopped seizing at the same time that a dark blue color started to cover his body. Markings slowly appeared on his skin and it grew colder, causing Bruce to step back and call in Thor.

“Thor? Do you know what’s happening?”

“Oh norns.” Thor shook his head. “This is my brother’s original form. He is most ashamed of it.” Loki started stirring behind them, making Thor and Bruce snap back to where Loki was laying.

“How are you feeling Loki?” Bruce asked as he checked his vitals.

“Like I shot by a bunch of HYDRA soldiers.” He deadpanned, blinking his eyes open.

“That would be expected.” Bruce hesitated before continuing. “Listen Loki, you were seizing so we had to give you some medication because you lost so much blood. Unfortunately, the medicine was something we had synthesized for Thor so it had some, unusual side effects on you.”

“What do you mean?” Loki attempted to sit up, growling when he realized he was too weak.

“It may have accidentally reverted you back to your frost giant form but I swear it wasn’t supposed to do that.” Loki looked down at where his arms were resting, his breath picking up when he realized he was in fact in his frost giant form.

“I’m a monster.” He whispered, breath shaky. He was in full blown panic by the time Bruce opened his mouth to speak.

“Thor I think it would be more beneficial if you waited outside. I’ll talk to Loki.” Bruce slowly walked over to where Loki was laying, shaking and staring up at the ceiling. “Can I touch you?”

Loki shook his head. “You’ll get hurt if you do. I told you. I’m a monster.”

“Okay I won’t touch you. But you aren’t a monster Loki.”

“Just look at me! I’m hideous. My eyes are blood red and my skin looks terrifying.” Loki sobbed out, attempting to sit up once more.

“Loki, you’re talking to someone who turns into a giant green being on the regular.” Bruce pointed out. “If they don’t hate me, then they won’t hate you.”

Loki shook his head. “Thor will. He hates frost giants. Wanted them all dead. Thought they were monsters. They are monsters.”

Bruce froze, mouth gaping as he took in this information. “I’m going to be right back okay Loki?” Loki nodded his head, but didn’t say anything else. Bruce stepped outside and took a second to regain his composure.

“Banner! How is he? Can I see him?” Thor popped up out of the seat he was currently residing in once he saw that Bruce had exited the room.

“I don’t know if that's a good idea Thor. His mental stability is really low right now and quite frankly I think you would just make it worse.”

“What do you mean Banner?”

“Well…” Bruce paused, trying to figure out how to tell Thor his baby brother probably wouldn’t want to see him because of the mass genocide Thor wanted to commit against frost giants. “He’s afraid you think he’s a monster.”

With that, Bruce turned around and heading back into the room where Loki was. “I told your brother you probably wouldn’t want to see him right now, I hope thats okay.”

Loki simply nodded and said a soft “thank you” before turning away from Bruce.

Loki ended up staying in the medical room for the next few days until he finally had enough energy to move around. Then he moved back to his room in the Avengers tower and hid in there. He made sure to avoid Thor and the other Avengers, only allowing Bruce in his room.

“You should talk to your brother Loki.” Bruce mentioned one day when they were eating lo mien from the Chinese restaurant across the street.

“I don’t want to. Not like this.”

“He cares about you, and he’s doesn’t have the same views he did as a child.” Loki sighed, putting the chopsticks into the container and setting it down on the table.

“Will it get you to stop pestering me?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Jarvis, can you call Thor for me?”

“Of course Reindeer Games.” Loki swore under his breath.

“Norns. I forgot Tony’s penchant for ridiculous nicknames.” Loki sat back with a sigh, picking his noodles back up. If he was going to have to talk to his brother he was going to at least have his noodles with him.

Thor burst into the room, a large grin on his face. “Brother! I was beginning to think you hated me.”

“If you keep yelling I might.” Loki continued to eat his noodles, making it a point to stare anywhere but Thor.

“Banner told me you thought I would hate you for this?” Loki could only nod as he tried to keep the gradual tears from spilling out. “I do not hate you brother. I could never hate you. It was wrong of me in our youth to hate frost giants so. I have learned much in my time with the Avengers.”

It was then than Loki lost his war with his mental stability, tears finally flowing down his face. “Can I hug you brother?” Loki nodded, and Thor quickly enveloped him. The blue in Loki’s skin started slowly receding and the red in his eyes faded.

Loki looked to where Bruce was still sitting, the shock on Loki’s face clear. Bruce gave an encouraging nod and Loki clutched on to Thor even tighter. “I love you brother. Blue skin or not.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

“Thank you.” Loki breathed out, still clutching tightly to Thor.

[thegoreartiest]

The Action Murder -S2 TD AU

1st victim: Heather kasuga

Rule #1 follow the dance

Body found by : Gwen

Ur_missingcupid -TikTok account

[leadaalexyswrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, "Let Me See", Scars, Gunshot Wounds, Blood, Meet-Cute, Mild Language Series: Part 2 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.” Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

A oneshot excerpt of what will be a longer piece.

Andy's been shot and is hiding from the people that did it. Suddenly, there might be someone coming to her rescue.

[nerdpoe]

For an Op, Jason goes undercover at a college. He goes all out, actually signing up for classes and getting a dorm with a (shudder) roommate. Then he proceeds to have a nightmare during a thunderstorm and shoots the poor roommate.

He stares at Fenton.

Fenton stares back at him, wide eyed and shocked. Blood is starting to stain the front of his shirt.

"It's okay," Fenton says, voice strained as he clearly tries to stay calm. "It's okay, this isn't the worst thing I've had. I have a med kit in the closet, and I can do my own stitches; no one has to know."

Jason can't say anything. He's too busy staring at the blood.

It's red, until the lightning starts to fade and the glowing green flecks make themselves known.

He looks up into Fenton's eyes, and vibrant Lazarus green stares back at him.

He may have just found a bigger problem than pinning down the supplier of a new drug.

[puhochi]

yup, sooo.. that happened-

[airenyah]

happy to announce that ohm pawat made it through yet another show without being grazed by a bullet despite the fact that he had a gun shoved into his face on multiple occasions

and with that the gay romcom continues to be the only series in which ohm pawat ever ends up with a gunshot wound

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

Many residents of the small town of Haven possess a curse or “trouble”. Nathan’s trouble makes him unable to feel anything, including pain, meaning he tends to just drop confused like a sack of potatoes sometimes when an injury finally registers. Good thing in Haven 3x13, Duke is there to catch him!

[biggest-whump-fan]

3 will be free EP 9

the soft collapse after feeling safe is just EVERYTHING !!

[oneinchfrog]

imagine hermie dies dramatically and then just rematerializes bc when you die you go to hell. and theyre in hell.