#hospital whump

[jordanstrophe]

Sirens on the ambulance blare as whumpee lays unconscious. Doctors work furiously to close as many wounds as they can. 

Caretaker holds a damp cloth, softly washing off a smear of blood, sweat and tears from whumpees face. They're as gentle as they would be to them awake, whispering "It's okay. Everything's okay. You're going to be okay." As if whumpee could hear them. 

[martyr-inthedark]

When the nightshift nurse entered the hospital room of the recently admitted John Doe, they expected to see them still lying on the bed, semiconscious at best.

Instead, the Whumpee was curled up in a shaking ball at the corner of the room, back to the wall and brows furrowed behind crudely bent elbows. They appeared to have been crying.

"Hey there," the caretaker started gently, softly approaching Whumpee. Still, Whumpee flinched at each fall of Caretaker's shoes on the pristine white and blue tiles of the ICU.

As they came closer, they noticed that the multitude of bandages, besides the casts, had been ripped off, and the poor thing had been bleeding where they had removed the IV drip. Caretaker sat down on the floor in front of the Whumpee.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to help you out. My name is Caregiver. I can see you're bleeding there. I have clean bandages. Or we can talk?" The room was silent save for some sniffles and whimpers. The caregiver needed to get what information they could from Whumpee.

"Wh-where am I? Where is Whumper?"

"We are in the hospital, off the main highway. The sixth exit. You are safe here. What's your name?"

"Whumpee..."

"Okay, Whumpee. How old are you?"

"26, I think. Or I was. I don't know how long... it was dark."

"I see. Do you mind if we move this conversation to the bed over there? This cold floor must be pretty uncomfortable." Once again Whumpee fell silent for a second, and looked at the bed like they were calculating something. The shook their head no, and made no effort to move.

"We can sit here for a few more minutes, but I am going to ask that we go over there at some point tonight, okay? I don't want you to get an infection."

"I...I can't. I'm not..." Whumpee gulped. Saying this to Whumper was one thing—they were used to that by now. Saying it out loud to a stranger brought a shameful blush to their face as humiliation snaked its way through their intestines. "I'm not worthy."

[bebs-art-gallery]

Amputation (1968)

— by Odd Nerdrum

[i-love-all-whumpees-equally]

don't you ever see a blorbo and wanna just-

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

ways/methods to torture your fictional character in a medical setting

♡♡♡ for writers to use as an inspiration for their novels/fanfictions only, I’m not a psychopath ♡♡♡

medical whump never fails to give me all the best whumperflies!

trigger warnings: description of abuse, dehumanization, nonsexual nudity and blood

physical restraints (chains, handcuffs, straightjacket, strapping them down to the bed by their wrists and ankles, etc)

I should just mention that straightjacket is one of my personal favorites

electroconvulsive therapy aka shock therapy

force feeding (via a plastic tube through their nose or mouth into their stomach)

shock collar

being forcefully shoved and held down to the ground, cheek against the cold floor

ice pick lobotomy

character getting stripped against their will

strong jets of water assaulting the character’s skin through a hose as a way to clean them

rough handling from the orderlies results in the character getting bruises all over their skin

waterboarding

getting their nails trimmed so they can’t hurt themself or others

character getting put into a hospital gown against their will is so underrated, actually

intubation against the character’s will — bonus if the character is still somewhat conscious

doses of anesthetic into the character’s bloodstream via an injection or through an iv drip to render them unconscious so that they can’t hurt themself or others

when the character is so drugged out of their mind that they’re too groggy to fight or struggle as things are being done to them; they’re half conscious still, they just can’t fight, even though they’re not restrained physically

blood draws — bonus if it gots to the point the character feels dizzy, cold and generally disoriented from losing too much blood

vivisection :)

[pleasantly-painful-fiction]

Whumpee is in the hospital either heavily sedated/asleep or in a coma. Caretaker will often read stories to them or recall fond memories. They doubt it makes a difference since there's no guarantee whumpee can hear or understand them, but they still do it. Then one day, while caretaker is talking, they notice a tear falling from whumpee's closed eyes

[chiharuuu22]

I always liked the classic scene about Whumpee waking up in the hospital bed after being unconscious for a long time.

Whumpee must be confused about his current location and frightened by all the medical equipment attached to his body. Of course, Whumpee will struggle and try to remove it, whether it's the electrodes on his chest or the tube in his mouth. At least the ones that are easy for him to reach.

Then, Caretaker will hold Whumpee's hand and try to talk to him. Reassure him until Whumpee calms down and realizes that he is safe and understands that all the medical equipment that makes him uncomfortable is what he needs for now.

(Ah, I can get excited reading it. Is there anything you want to add?)

[whumppppp]

Silent screams

[whumppromptoftheday]

villain wakes up in the hospital with handcuffs around their wrists and hero sitting in the chair next to the bed

[whump-side]

Commission for @fluffyblueblanket123 of their OC Atlas and Damian

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee woke with a sobbing shout. They quivered and panted, memories hit them as if they were still on the floor at whumper's feet. They felt arms wrap around them and beeping heard overhead; the sound worsened the pounding already in their head. 

"Hey hey hey! It's okay. You got a lot of injuries, you've got to take it slow." Caretaker touched whumpees forehead and put them back against the pillow. They tightly gripped whumpee's hand and the other rested on their chest.

"Wh-where am I? How did I get here?" Whumpee panicked. 

"You're in a hospital. I'm here with you, everything's okay. You're going to be fine..." Caretaker sadly smiled. Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, breathing like a wounded animal, gripping the back of caretakers hand with every ounce of strength, which was hardly holding them at all.

Despite caretaker's calm demeanor, whumpee could feel caretaker's hand shaking as much as their own.

"You-" Whumpee breathed, trying to raise their hand to them, but they couldn't.

"Yeah, it's me," Caretaker smiled, collecting their collapsed hand in their own. "I'm here, I'm taking good care of you. You can keep resting, okay?"

Whumpee shook their head no, their body still in fight or flight mode, wanting nothing more but to jump up and assess their surroundings. Caretaker could see their legs twitching and slowly inching off the bed as they sighed and scooted on the bed with them, pushing their legs back to the center.

"No hon, it's too early to be doing that." Caretaker soothed, laying whumpee's head on their shoulder.

It was almost as if as soon as whumeee's cheek settled, they relaxed and their heart rate slowly returned to normal beat by beat. Caretaker looked up at their monitor and sighed with relief watching the numbers stabilize. 

[distinctlywhumpthing]

The Doctor Will See You Now...

In collaboration with @hold-him-down!

Send an emoji and a character name for a drabble! 

🩺 Take a deep breath 🩻 Foreign object where it shouldn’t be 🧠 Seizures 🥼 Administering first aid on themselves 👩‍⚕️ Sadistic doctor seeks to hurt ⛺ Field medicine  🧑‍⚕️ The good doctor in the bad place  👨‍⚕️ Untrained person providing medical intervention 💉 Put in a central line 🩹 Bleeding out 💊 Forced to swallow pills  🧤 Invasive/Uncomfortable exam 🤮 Medically-induced vomiting 🧃 Laced drink 🥄 Force-feeding 🤧 It’s just a cold (it’s not) 😵 Unexplained fainting 🤒 Fever-induced hallucination 😷 A necessary quarantine  🤢 Crying so hard they throw up 🤕 Trephination (release those evil spirits)  🛌 Assault while medically restrained  🏥 Abandoned hospital  🧊 Medically induced hypothermia 🩼 Chronic pain 🦽 Too weak to walk 🚑 Rushed to the hospital 🔪 Awake surgery 🩸 Losing a lot of blood 🤝 Someone holding their hand through the worst of it 🪢 Medical restraints 🫀 Heart palpitations 🫙 We’ll need to take a sample  ⏰ Nothing left to do but wait and see  ❤️‍🩹 Code blue 🪡 That’s gonna need stitches 🧽 Receiving a sponge bath 💐 Awkward/Painful visit 👕 Hospital gown 🧬 Genetically modified  🦠 Unidentified virus 🦴 I think it’s broken… 🧪 Experimental drug with side effects 🪣 Bucket next to the bed 🔫 Digging out a bullet 🫁 Intubation/Extubation 🦷 Bite down on this

[bebs-art-gallery]

Anatomy Lesson of Doctor Willem van der Meer (1617)

— by Michiel Jansz. van Mierevelt

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

today’s whump prompt for writers:

whumpee suffers blunt force trauma to the head and has a part or half of their head shaved during the procedure of saving their life, thus the pitch black stitches from where they were hit and were then patched back up are painfully visible, and every time caretaker looks at those stitches, they are reminded of what whumpee went through. and caretaker can’t let it show on their face how disturbing the sight was to them, otherwise whumpee might think caretaker is disgusted by them now (when that is not the cast).

bonus because whumpee’s (partly) shaved head and their stitches can be a constant reminder of their trauma, what whumper did to them, and also the now shaved head (even if their head was shaved by a nurse, not by whumper, in order to prep them for the surgery/in order to best treat their wound) can be a symbol of dehumanization, depends on the context and the vibes and how whumpee feels about their situation.

another bonus if they suffer concussion, too.

chef’s kiss.

[cookies-and-coffee]

CW: Medical whump, hospital whump, mentions of blood/injury, forced drugging, begging, protective caretaker <3

Caretaker’s knee bounced with anxiety, the only reason they weren’t pacing the floor being that Team Leader had made them sit down an hour ago.

How can I sit still when Whumpee is down the hall bleeding?

Caretaker saw Whumpee’s broken body every time they closed their eyes. They heard Whumpee’s screams of agony every time the white noise of the hospital died down enough for Caretaker’s mind to clear. And most of all, they felt Whumpee’s desperate grip to Caretaker’s hand as the medics tore them away, filling them with sedatives and painkillers.

Panicked shouts and calls for backup down the hall made Caretaker shoot to their feet.

"Please, please, stop-"

“Caretaker, what are you doing?” Team Leader yelled, but Caretaker was already running.

[whumpbump]

Can’t Go Home

Cw: noncon medical care

Whumpee entered the day room at the rehab center they were healing at. They were lured in with the promise of fast food but knew it was a trap as soon as they crossed the threshold. Caretaker gently moved them forward in their wheelchair, doctors and specialists and psychologists all waiting with a greasy bag of food at the table.

“What is this? You tricked me! Take me back to my room!”

“Whumpee, this conversation has to happen.” Caretaker locked the wheelchair knowing Whumpee was too weak to unlock it.

“Whumpee, I understand you wanted to go home after your stay here,” Doctor started, “but unfortunately that can’t happen-“

“What do you mean?! I’m staying here forever?!”

“No, we have a sister facility that handles special cases like yourself.”

“You have significant mental, emotional and physical needs that cannot be managed by Caretaker alone,” Psychologist added. “It’s not fair to them.”

“Well what’s fair to ME? Did you think about THAT?”

Caretaker broke down in tears.

Unfazed by their outbursts, the doctors continued on. “You deserve to be taken care of. THAT’S what’s fair. You suffered terribly. We are not arguing that. What we are saying is you are just not well enough to go home.”

“Can’t I have Home Health Care come in?”

“Not for the degree of malady that you’re working with.”

Tears began to spill out of Whumpee’s eyes.

“But-but I’ve tried so HARD.”

“We know,” said the physical therapist, “but you need extra help and extra time.”

“Will I ever go home?”

Everyone looked uncomfortably at each other.

“That’s a conversation to be had in a few months.”

The fast food bag was pushed towards them. “Here.”

“This is a shitty consolation prize, y’know.”