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Whump Prompt #314

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Underrated emeto scenarios

I love characters puking from food poisoning, stomach bugs, motion sickness and overindulgence of alcohol as much as everyone else, but can we talk about some less common for someone to puke?

I’d love to see some sick fics with the following emeto scenarios:

1. Altitude sickness! People from low elevation areas can sometimes suffer when the altitude changes too much, and it can cause nausea and vomiting. Imagine a person from say, Florida, going to a place like Mt. Rainier in Washington, which is over 14,000′ above sea level. That’s a huge change, and someone who suffers from altitude sickness would be in for a really bad time. Plus, altitude sickness can affect anyone, wether or not they’re prone to motion sickness.

2. Ear infections! Specifically, the type with internally dripping fluid due to an inner ear blockage. Swallow too much of that stuff and you’ll be feeling really sick. The sick character would likely be dizzy as well, and they might need someone to help them get to the bathroom.

3. Concussions! I’m not talking life threatening knockouts, but more minor head injuries. Unlike movie characters, real people can’t simply walk off a concussion. If you get knocked out for more than a couple seconds, you’ll probably feel really sick and throw up upon waking. Even if someone doesn’t get fully knocked out, head injuries will often make people puke. Emeto + injury = A+ whump.

4. Zinc poisoning! This one is rather obscure to people who don’t work in the trades, but the whump potential is great. There’s a reason why welding is done in a well ventilated area: the zinc galvanization can cause vapors that make you sick. When welding galvanized metal, the zinc coating needs to be ground off. If it gets too hot, it can release harmful vapors that might make you dizzy, nauseous and cause you to puke. 

I love characters throwing up on themselves in settings where they can’t properly clean up. Like, forget all the cleaning wonders of the modern world, forget rain or water or anything, just put this poor hottie in the middle of a forest or desert and let them mess themselves all up in some delicious puke. And they have to keep wandering for hours or days on end in the same dirty clothes. 

post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

It’s all the little details in emeto that really give me the kicks you know.

Like the way their chin and lips are coated in slime and chunks after finishing…or the inside of their mouth, and maybe they’re still coughing and you can hear the mucus in their breath. Maybe they have long hair and it’s gotten sticky because they couldn’t pull it back. How they anxiously move their hands and switch their grip on whatever they’re holding on to before they vomit. The cold sweat that they’re probably too disoriented to even notice. Maybe they were naked and the thick slime and bits of food are stuck to their skin, on their tummy, legs, hands maybe, and it’s ever so slowly getting colder and drier. How their pained moans, retches and burps turn wet and sludgy when their throat is deluged in the contents of their own stomach…how all the different meals they ate come up one after the other, in different textures, some of it more digested and liquidy than the rest, mixing all together again in whatever container or surface they’re hurling in.

Ditto to everyone in the delirium/hallucinations camp, especially with a side of some hellish fever dreams.

But also, dizziness and nausea/vomiting. When even though they're lying down, perfectly still, it feels like everything is spinning and wobbling harder than the nastiest tilt-o-whirl, and it's so suffocatingly hot on top of that and it's just too much, they know they're gonna puke soon, and they should really move so they don't make a mess or choke, but they can't because everything's spinning too fast and they can't even tell which way is up, let alone muster up the strength and coordination to go that way. And maybe they start to freak out a little as it sinks in that they no longer have any control over their own body, and that just makes it worse, panicked breathing turning their stomach even more and making them lightheaded, until they finally puke and/or pass out, unable to do anything about it except pray that when they wake back up, the world will be stationary again.

Whump Trope: Reblog with your favorite side effect of a high fever

Look, “I don’t feel very well” followed by some physical expression of illness/vulnerability, up to and including straight-up passing out, will always sweep the legs out from under me. That’s just the way life is.

okay Look i love sounds a lot, i love description of burping/gagging/retching, but i feel like i don’t appreciate silent vomiting enough

a caretaker who’s cooking for the sick character. maybe they’ve got them bundled up at the kitchen table with a mug of tea while they stir the pot of soup with their back to the sick character. when they first hear the splatter of liquid on the floor, they think that the sick character must have spilled their drink, but the quantity of water seems too large, and when they turn around, they see that the sick character is vomiting all over the floor, silently heaving up wave after wave of liquid

or like i love the concept of sick characters trying to conceal illness, and taking it to the extreme with someone who’s trying to hide their vomiting while someone else is in the same room. they make almost no sound as they silently gag up mouthfuls of puke into their trashcan, but surely the other character will notice – maybe they can get away with it if they tie the bag and throw it away, but that all depends on the wave of illness passing soon…

Where are we on the tall, strong, and stoic character falling ill and being so unintentionally good at being discreet that no one catches on to their ailment until they're on the verge of collapse or until a particularly strong sneeze or cough is wrenched from their being.

Like they're not even trying to hide their symptoms, but they're just naturally so stoic and reserved they just. Don't. Until they practically can't anymore.