#left to die

[cyberwhumper]

Shouldn't have been running your mouth.

[chronicallyuniconic]

All this royal family talk is pissing me off.

I'm not wishing ill on anybody, I never would, yet, they receive the best care, the best treatments, round the clock workers, every single day, including holidays, t w e n t y f o u r hours a day.

The regular people like us have to wait, weeks, months, years, for acknowledgment.

The common folk like us have to wait again, to get any scans or tests done.

Us poor people will have to wait just a bit longer, again, for them to figure out a treatment for you.

The lessers of society will have to wait again to get that treatment.

The "Princess of Wales" said to us commoners that "we aren't alone" and I can't believe ppl buy into that bullshit.

Many of us, too many, have been alone for months, years, decades.

Months, years, decades, of poor doctors, poor treatments, left to rot in the dark, too complicated or complex for treatment, they don't have funding for that type of treatment.

Months, years, decades of being A L O N E

There's no services for us, unlike them.

"oh but they're part of our history" what that has to do with healthcare -- it doesn't. It's another display of the classes, the system we're oppressed and punished by.

But you want me to care about the royals?

[bippity-boppity-whump]

Robert James-Collier in The Inheritance

[where-is-my-whump]

Chicago PD 10x22

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 - 𝔓𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔩𝔲𝔤

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1101

A is tied to a board and is shot at for target practice. (The villains try and throw knives in the gaps around your whumpee, they could use arrows, magic, bullets, knives, daggers, axes etc)

They often leave your whumpee strung up: bleeding from a range of small nicks and full-on impalements. 

[iwritewhump]

"This can't be it" + betrayal + left to die

day 3 of @whumptember

253 words

warnings: noncon touch (very minimal)

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Sidekick looks back at the paper in her hands, mouthing the address as she looks up. The house is…ratty. And that’s being generous. She shakes her head and looks back at the paper, looking back at the house after reading every number. “This can’t be it. No way this is where Hero wants me to wait.” She says in disbelief. “I mean, there’s no way.” 

She tucks the paper back in her pocket and walks up to knock on the door. It cracks open with a creak and she walks in. 

“Hello?” She calls out, craning her neck to see past the entryway. “Is anyone here?” 

The door slams behind her, she whips around and takes a step back. “Villain?” 

He nods and locks the door, “Looks like Hero made a decision.” 

He takes a step forward, hands in his pockets. Sidekick stumbles backward, slamming against a wall. “What are you talking about?” 

Villain stops. His brows furrow in confusion. “He didn’t tell you?” he frowns. “I guess he wouldn’t. It’s just surprising. I mean, you’ve been with him for how long? Five years?” 

“What are you talking about?” she says, more forcefully this time. 

Villain nods, “Right. Hero is…giving you to me. In exchange for Lover. Bummer.” 

She shakes her head, “No, he-he wouldn’t do that. I-there’s no way he’d do that.” 

Villain scoffs. He takes a step forward and caresses Sidekick’s cheek. She pulls away from him, “Don’t fucking touch me.” 

He chuckles, “Feisty, aren’t you? This is gonna be fun.” 

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpuary 2024 No. 13

Left to die | Barely conscious | "I'm fine"

Whumpuary Prompts List

TW: shot, bleeding out, abandoned, denial

Whumpee lay on the ground, eyes half-closed, staring at the sky. The moon and the stars were their only companions now. Everyone else had abandoned them. Whumpee understood why. They’d been fatally shot, and if their former companions tried to carry them, everyone else would die, too.

That’s what everyone said, anyway.

Was it getting darker because it was getting later in the night, or was Whumpee’s vision fading?

The wound in their gut pulsed with every heartbeat and ached with every breath. Whumpee had long ago lost the sensation in their legs, and they couldn’t tell if the liquid on the ground was blood or water anymore. That might’ve been because it was darker now, but Whumpee couldn’t know for sure.

For all they knew, their companions had dumped them in a puddle. Some ‘companions’ they’d turned out to be.

Whumpee closed their eyes. A soft breeze caressed their face as they listened to the sounds of the night. Whistling wind, creaking branches of nearby trees, and singing insects. The distant, indistinct running footsteps and shouting of their enemies as they pursued Whumpee’s companions.

It wasn’t a terrible night to die.

They could be underground, away from the stars.

Instead, Whumpee was here, accompanied by the moon and the nighttime creatures. Whumpee exhaled slowly. It didn’t hurt as much to breathe anymore. This was good? This was good. It had to be good.

Whumpee couldn't do anything if it wasn’t.

[melanie-ohara]

See How Deep the Bullet Lies

Whumpuary2024, Day 25 - Prompt: Left to Die

Shepard fights overwhelming odds on Elysium

AO3 Here

It was winter on Elysium and the wind nipped at Shepard's skin as she trekked up the hill to the shop opposite the space port. Most of the marines she had shipped in with were taking their shore leave in Illyria, the capital city, but she had taken a short-range shuttle to somewhere a little sleepier. Elysium was a tourist spot first and a colony second, and ever since she had escaped Earth Shepard had appreciated the quieter spots away from the bustle of city life. Agron was a worker town - a little grimy, a little shabby, a little rough around the edges - with construction contracts for the Grissom space station in high orbit above. It was just a frame at the moment, but even that had looked impressive on the viewscreen of the marine dropship as it teakettled past. 

The bell over the door jingled and the shopkeeper, Duresh, looked up and smiled. 

"Hello again, Service Chief Shepard!" he said, spreading his arms wide. "Your usual?" 

Shepard made a face - she hadn't realised quite how much she'd been drinking. "Sure," she said, and Duresh handed over a bottle of Illyrian whiskey and a box of strawberry doughnuts. The jam was synthetic, there was no way she could afford real fruit, but there was something unique about the compounds they used in Agron that Shepard really liked. She was walking towards the door when she heard the rumble overhead and paused. It wasn't an Alliance drive signature, and it was too big to be one of the automated shipping drones.

"Is something wrong, Chief?" Duresh asked. Shepard reached into her coat for her service weapon, and then a shockwave blasted the glass out of the shop windows and knocked her off her feet.

*

The Agron spaceport fell in the first wave. There was nobody to defend it from the stream of batarian raiders pouring out of the landing craft, just civilians they either killed or captured. Shepard had managed to briefly make contact with the SSV Agincourt but all she learned was information she already knew: most of the fighting was concentrated in Illyria, she was the only Alliance presence in the area, and she had to stop the batarians from sabotaging the factories and turning the whole place to radioactive slag. She wasn't trained for it, but she rallied the workers and their families, armed them with guns she took from the slavers she killed, and made her way to the factory district. Shepard and her slapped-together unit had a head-start and the batarians were stopping to make slave grabs as they went, which gave them enough time to reinforce the security already in place. 

If not for the paranoia of the manufacturing firms set up there, Shepard wasn't sure they would have much of a chance defending it. Most factories on colony worlds were built for efficiency, which made them easy military targets, but Agron's construction centres had been built into the side of a mountain to protect them from orbital and air strikes, and the administration buildings created a maze of chokepoints Shepard could use to trap or redirect batarian forces. It was a good plan. She just hoped her civilians could keep their nerve until the Agincourt could deploy reinforcements.

A good officer would lead from the rear - establish a command and control centre in the most defensible location and issue orders to the rest of her unit from there. Shepard wasn't cut out for an officer position. Instead, she was at the mouth of Breach 1 - the first of the two bottlenecks in their line the batarians would be forced through. They came with a stronger force than Shepard had hoped but they managed to hold them for almost as long as she had expected, peppering them with small arms fire from the buildings and the street. There were only ten of them there, but they killed at least that many batarians before the invaders realised they could force their way into the buildings too. Once they had their own snipers in position, Shepard ordered a retreat. She was too late to save two of her civilians, but she told herself to mourn later. The batarians were on them as soon as they broke cover, and Shepard's makeshift barrier tech wouldn't stand up to their weapons for long. 

"Close Breach 1," Shepard ordered, as bullets tore chunks out of the concrete walls around her. It was another gift from the corporations: a three-foot thick metal traffic barrier meant to ward off rioters. It wouldn't keep the batarians out for long, but it would slow them down long enough for the civilians to regroup at Breach 2. Shepard didn't look back until she had hopped the barricade that made up the second chokepoint. It was the main entrance to the core factory complex, which they had shored up by dragging every piece of furniture out of every building nearby. Shepard was confident it would stand up to anything short of a tank, at least for a while.

"Chief Shepard," Duresh said as she slid into cover beside him. His knuckles were white around the grip of the batarian rifle he was clutching. "Are we… doing alright?"

Shepard checked the heat sink of her pistol and shook it a couple of times to dispel the excess. "Just fine, Duresh," she said without looking at him. There were a hundred or more batarian pirates on their way, and this time they knew to expect organised resistance. It was going to be bloody. "We're doing just fine."

The second chokepoint was a better position, and the battle raged for almost an hour. Shepard stayed right at the front, her finger aching from pulling the trigger and her arm burning from the amount of incendiary plasma she had launched from her omni-tool. The batarians had bunkered down in the buildings opposite the entrance and the fight turned into a vicious standstill, and Shepard realised too late what was happening. 

The batarians had sent snipers back through the maze of streets and alleyways to look for other entrances. They had the luxury of time now, and they found routes that Shepard had missed. It took until nightfall, but their thermal scopes accounted for that. 

Duresh was the first to die. It was a round from a kishock harpoon gun, a vicious barb that smashed through the shopkeeper's back, destroyed his ribs, and sprayed his blood all over Shepard. He was lucky that it had gone right through him instead of sticking: she had heard it took people hours to die of wounds like that. 

"On our flank!" she screamed, but the other civilians were too horrified to react. Shepard hefted Duresh's rifle and fired it until it overheated, turning the corner of the building she was sure the shot had come from into a cloud of dust. If she hadn't hit the slaver, at the very least they were blinded for now. It was too late to help though: the spell of her command was broken, the civilians had seen too much. They weren't ready to see a man cut in half, and they bolted. Half of them dropped their guns and the other half fired them wildly behind them, forcing Shepard to curl into a ball and hope they didn't hit her. 

If she stayed down, the batarians would pick them off. If she ran with them, they'd kill her too. She hurried, crawling on her elbows, to the edge of the barricade where the civvies were less likely to hit her, and propped her rifle against the edge of the wall. Her suppressing fire was more accurate than the fleeing civilians could manage, and she even managed to kill a sniper in a third floor window. But her luck couldn't last forever. There was nobody to watch her back. She didn't want to believe they'd abandoned her, but she was alone against impossible odds now. It was just a matter of what bullet killed her.

It was a spear from a kishock, fired from the building next to her. Shepard ducked her head at the last second, which was the only reason it didn't pass straight through the top of her head and kill her instantly - instead, it slashed across her face, and she felt it burn her skin and sear her flesh. The scream she let out didn't sound human to her own ears, and the pain was indescribable. It felt like her head had cracked open and her brain was being forced out of the gap in her skull. Her hands were too numb to hold a weapon any more and her body could only writhe and howl on the frozen ground. Dimly, she was aware of the shooting dying down around her, and soon there would be a batarian boot on her neck and an executioner's pistol against the back of her skull. The peace of death would be a blessing now, but she wasn't prepared to stop hurting just yet. 

It was agony, but she forced herself to crawl. Her eyes were sealed shut by the blood pouring out of her shattered head so she wasn't even sure she was going the right way, but if there was a chance at survival she was going to take it. The pain was so intense it took her a moment to remember how to talk instead of just scream, but she could just make out batarian speech behind her and knew it was time. If she was clear, there was a chance a medic could save her life, if not her face. If not, then at least she'd take some of the bastards with her. 

"Close Breach 2," she managed to gurgle into her omni-tool. One of the factory workers had brought out some mining charges when they were setting up their barricade, and Shepard had laid them along the line they had made. Behind her blood-sealed eyes, Shepard was briefly aware of a blinding white hot flash and then… silence.

[waywardwizzard]

Simon stared out at the sea of unfriendly faces.

This was it, this was where it ended. He wasn't even mad at the Captain, not anymore.

Their father had left them for less.

Turning back to look at River, she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling in the firelight.

(He should have done more, he should have protected her-)

"Post-holer, for digging holes for posts."

He wanted to laugh - or cry. Maybe both, he wasn't sure.

Stepping up on the pyre next to his mei-mei, the doctor twined his arms around her, swallowing back tears.

(I'm so sorry mei-mei)

(Never say sorry, ge-ge. Daddy will come)

Sighing, Simon stared out at the villagers again, looking into their shadowed faces.

"Light it."

"Time to go," River whispered, her voice swept away by the wind.

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Author's note-

Sorry for all the inaccuracies, especially in the dialogue department, I wrote this from memory

I hope y'all enjoyed this short fic <3

Just 2 more days of febuwhump and we're finally done!🥳

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔒𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 - 𝔖𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔶 𝔚𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔱

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary Day 25: Left to Die

TW: Blood, Bad Caretaker

@whumpuary

Whumpee laid in the dirt, gasping for air. They’d been hit. Several times actually. Their biggest wound was in their torso, a cut large enough to send Whumpee to the upper room. But it was okay, their team was coming back to save them. Right? 

Granted, it had been a while, but they hadn’t forgotten about Whumpee had they? There was no way they had. The team wouldn’t just leave them behind like that. 

Right? 

Whumpee began to see stars. Despite not sitting straight up, it felt as if they were about to collapse and pass out. Everything hurt. Everything. Whumpee did their best to apply pressure to the bleeding wound but nothing seemed to slow it in the slightest. Their head was pounding, their heart pumping what little blood they had left throughout their body. 

They began to grow weaker by the second. Their breathing slowed, though they were still gasping for oxygen. Their eyes began to close. They quickly forced them opened. 

No! I can’t give up now… I’m gonna make it. I know I will… Help is coming soon. 

I hope… 

Despite Whumpee saying these things to themself, they knew for a fact they weren’t going to move from this spot. Even if they even tried to move just an inch, they’d pass out before they could. There was no making it out of this. 

Whumpee began to grow hopeless, help wasn’t coming to their rescue. Their team had forgotten about them. 

No, their team left them behind. Caretaker watched them fall to the ground, clutching themself in pain. Yet, they never stopped to help. They never turned to ask if they were okay. They kept going, as if they never saw anything. They meant to leave Whumpee behind. 

They left Whumpee to die slowly, alone and in pain.

[tabbytabbytabby]

Don't Close Your Eyes

Word Count: 543 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Tags: Hurt Theo Raeken, Poisoning, Good Theo Raeken, Worried Liam Dunbar, Introspection, Angst, Sad Ending, Character Death

Summary: Theo is poisoned and left to die alone in an alley.

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For @whumpuary No.13: Left to die / Barely conscious / “I’m fine”. And for the Barely Conscious space for @badthingshappenbingo. Card under the cut.