#with fever and injuries

[angeart]

I like when you both keep adding to posts, yes pls keep getting carried away with things

Sick and exhausted Grian only seeing his options as death now or death later, give the poor birb some comfort T-T

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oh hello! i was about to get carried away again and add another bit there pff. but you can have it here.

and dw, scar is doing his best to provide grian with comfort <3 (it's the only thing he has left to give—)

here's another grian snippet:

Exhaustion is the only thing he feels with any remote semblance of coherency; everything else is pushed aside, dulled and veiled and numbingly just out of reach, tucked into unimportance even as feeble heat and staticky prickling continues pooling at Grian’s thigh. He doesn’t pay it any attention, the way he doesn’t pay his heavy, unmoving limbs any attention; it doesn’t quite feel like his, anyway. Nothing does.

Nothing but the soft fingertips pressed carefully against his skin, and the lips brushing his cheek. 

He thinks maybe that is his.

A quiet half-hum, half-coo escapes him at the gentle affection. He yearns to lean into it, to ask for more, but his body doesn’t listen. (Not his anymore.) (It belongs to pain and fatigue.) (It belongs to some spreading void, rot snaking its fingers through him, coaxing his organs to give up.) 

With a weak heart wishing for more, he remains limp in Scar’s hold, everything he has left completely entrusted into Scar’s care. The remnants of the fear are wolf-eyes shining in the dark, but Scar is his campfire, warm and protective, throwing  a shield of light at Grian’s surroundings, keeping dangers at bay. 

[sickiehugs]

Visiting them in the hospital

"No, no, stop, you don't need to sit up."

"Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to... t-to..."

"Nothing, sorry, I just... thought you were getting better..."

"The meds make you loopy for a reason, sweetheart. Just let it happen, it's okay."

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

"Wow, you... really downplayed this over the phone."

*Bursts through the door, out of breath* "I came as soon as I heard!!"

"You know what the doctors told me while you were still unconscious? They said that if I hadn't found you and called an ambulance, you wouldn't have made it through the night."

"I know you think hospitalization was unnecessary, but you weren't the one who had to find their [partner/best friend] passed out on the ground in a pool of their own bloody vomit."

"God, your poor face..."

"That cough still doesn't sound good."

"Don't think you're going right back to work once you're out of here. You won't be walking on that injury for a while, I'll be spoiling you rotten~"

"You can go back to sleep if you want, I'm not going anywhere."

[bubba-whump-shrimp-co]

thinking about a simple, repeated assessment by caretaker that tracks the rapid decline in whumpee's condition.

"can you tell me your name? do you know where you are? how many fingers am I holding up?"

the first time caretaker asks, they're met with an eyeroll. whumpee rattles off the answers the first few times with ease.

on the third or fourth, they falter; their answer coming after an ever-so-slight hesitation, sarcasm suddenly gone.

by the next, they're pale and blanking on answers, no longer able to hide the effort it takes them to put together a response

eventually, whumpee can hardly hold their gaze with caretaker, eyelids fluttering, only just barely able to remember their own name...

the last time caretaker asks, they aren't sure if whumpee is hearing them at all.

[spinzolliii]

People forget that recovering from an injury takes so much energy. It’s not just pain, but a constant exhaustion as your body dedicates all of its resources to repairing itself. This can last weeks or months.

The same is true in the aftermath of a severe illness. You’re not necessarily “well” after the infection passes. Your body has to recover from the damage done by the infection. It leaves a person weak and lethargic well after they’ve “recovered” from their illness.

So, imagine a Whumpee being forced to work again immediately after an illness or injury.

[lawrencespen1777]

Caretaker Words

“Stop pushing this off. Something’s really wrong. Trust me.”

“Don’t look at it. What did I just say?”

“You have a fever so I’m going to pretend you did not just say that to me.”

“I need you to stop moving. I know. I’m sorry. But I can’t stitch this up if you keep pulling away.”

“Can you walk?”

“That was a really hard hit. Maybe you should just lay there for a while.”

“You look terrible. How terrible? Terrible enough for them to call me.”

“I’ve got you. You’re okay. It was just a fever dream.”

“It’s not that deep. I’m wrapping it up…ohhh my God…yeah, no, it’s fine. Not that bad.”

“Oh you’re fine? Then why are you slowly tilting.”

[anigst]

Raise wa Tanin ga Ii - Ch 31

[a-little-bit-of-whump-123]

Fever whump

(They're not dying anymore, but now they develop a fever :))))

Whumpee had put through the critical phase only to wake up mid-fever strike. There's nothing but darkness to accompany them in their weary and wandering mind, then suddenly, they jostled up, gasping a long labour breath, their eyes shot open but unseeing. Welcome them to lucidity is the violent pounding in their head, the aching in their wound, but the most potent is the burning hot under their skin. They slump right back, the small moment had taken out the last dreg of their unconsciousness, as long as their strength. Enervation and confusion wracked through their body in waves of shiver. Then- something cool and soft touched their raw skin, the dampness was fresh and comfortable, and it helped distract them from their own agony.

"Hey, it's ok. You're safe, just bear with me a little longer."

Hazy color swirled back to obscure shape, and a figure came into their view... It's caretaker.

"Where-" They let out the word weak and unintelligent.

"You are in my house. I found you yesterday at [...] and brought you here. You are running a fever now, try to take some rest, ok?" Caretaker soothed as they wiped the washcloth down whumpee's clammy face.

Whumpee floundered, their mind tried to piece things together, questions about "What happened, you say?!" and "How can that even happen?!" collided in their head. But they was just so-so tired, and the cool was relieving, caretaker's gentle voice was so reassuring it calmed their heartbeats down to rhythms. So they let their eyes slide shut, still awake but less agitated now...

(Bonus point if caretaker is an enemy/stranger and whumpee is utterly befuddled but too weak to question more).

[aealzx]

Two other drawings for Happ's Another Tuesday In Robotropolis fic that I did when she was feeding me lil tidbits before any of the chapters were posted X'D So the pics aren't direct scenes, just inspired by the situation.

[sickficideas]

I love post corruption Chuuya so much...the idea of the aftermath being exponentially worse each time, one day Dazai's brought Chuuya home and on day three he's still in so much pain that he throws up if he moves too much and it only makes everything hurt worse, his fever won't come down even after everything Dazai has tried, he's hallucinating his dead friends and Dazai thinks that Chuuya's having trouble seeing or he can't see at all, and when Chuuya finally breaks and cries from how overwhelmed he is Dazai tells himself this has to be the last time, he knows Chuuya just needs a few more days of rest, he'll never let it show but he's worried he won't get Chuuya back to normal next time

[just-whump-and-suffering]

@whumpgifathon Day 2: Fever

Shardlake, Ep 01, Simon Whelplay

[spinzolliii]

Whumpee being left with a Negligent Caretaker (NC) after their real Caretaker leaves for an extended period of time. Maybe Caretaker has to travel to get a doctor or some medicine and trusts NC to care for Whumpee while they’re gone.

Maybe NC fails to give Whumpee pain killers, leaving them to suffer the full extent of their illness/injuries for hours on end. Maybe Whumpee is left dehydrated from all the sweating/puking/blood loss. Maybe Whumpee is starving as their body is deprived of the vital nutrients it needs to heal. Maybe Whumpee gets desperate and crawls out of bed to reach the bathroom, or to retrieve something they need. In doing so, they pass out or bust a stitch.

If NC is enough of an asshole, they might even scold Whumpee for giving them more work. NC is disgusted by Whumpee, making them feel ashamed of their condition, and for having normal bodily processes.

When the real Caretaker gets back, they beat the shit out of NC.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

Two versions of the crystal growth. There will be more eventually, and those will be even more fucked up from what y’all can see here.

Bonus render of Sonic under the cut, cause I really like it, but I don’t have a place for it.

[lawrencespen1777]

“Hey bud, hey it’s me. Can you hear me?”

…

“Yeah…I’m here now. It’s gonna be okay.”

…

“No, don’t move. And don’t try to talk either. There’s a tube down your throat. You’ve been in a…in a pretty bad accident.”

…

“It’s okay. Just rest. I’m right here. I’ll stay here.”

XXX

“Easy, easy, you’re okay. Squeeze my hand if you can understand me.”

…

“Okay…alright…once for yes, twice for no. Are you in pain?”

…

“They’ve got you pretty drugged up, but I’ll ask if you can have some more morphine. Alright?”

…

“Don’t fight it. Go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”

XXX

“Hey…how ya feeling?”

…

“You have a fever. It’s really high…some kind of infection. They explained it all, but you know me…not really good at that stuff.”

…

“She’s here, you know...in the waiting room. Hasn’t left since I called. She really must love you. …I don’t personally understand, but whatever.”

…

“They told me the sedation messes with your memory and even though your eyes are open you may not be actually hearing me, but…just know that we’ll get through this. Okay?”

…

“Oh and your car’s totally busted.”

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1311

TW: EMETOPHOBIA / VOMIT

Anon asked: Do you have any prompts/ideas for a caretaker caring for a sick character who is terrified of throwing up?

I have a couple:

“The more you try to stop it the worse it’ll be, y’know.” / “You’re making that up.” / “Maybe to stop you gagging, but seriously, better out than in.”

“Please, I don’t want to - it burns!”

Maybe the whumpee has a history of being forced to throw up/a serious illness.

Maybe the last time they did, they threw up blood due to a serious underlying injury/illness.

"I'll hold your hair if that's what you're worried about." / "Don't you dare."

Your whumpee could just be embarrassed, so the more shameless (or perhaps shy) caretaker takes them through their own embarrassing memories (drunken nights, illnesses, throwing up in front of someone because they're so excited/scared/anxious).

^ "Seriously, [whumpee] you throwing up from an illness is the most mundane thing imaginable. Everyone does it. The King of England does."

Maybe the whumpee has bad memories of being sick and alone, throwing up whatever's in their stomach. When the caretaker finds this out, they make sure to keep the whumpee comfortable - maybe giving them blankets/pillows and making sure their clothes are fresh and their mouth is clean after each bout.

[madamefeu]

Who wants a fluffy Hermesias sickfic? Because I wrote one. Hermes shows up in the Underworld sick and injured, and Tiresias cares for him:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64490443

[aealzx]

Amy was sitting there at his bedside, looking a bit like death warmed over. She stared down at him with bloodshot eyes, her quills stuck every which way that told him she hadn't handled her straightening iron in days. Wearing one of her comfiest outfits, her gloves set aside as she held a bowl of ice water and a rag. She looked pretty bad. Manic knew enough about his friend to not mention it. Another Tuesday in Robotropolis by HappyFoxx

HHHHHHHHH the 3rd/last chapter of this fic had me oof ouchies swinging into such cozy soft fluff weehhhh TvT Have to admit drawing Amy's quills a mess was actually really fun despite the rest of the context X'DD