After Writing One Successful Sentence On My Wip:

oh, possession is a strong word. i’d like to say “borrowed you.” temporarily.

Character b sustains an injury but tries to ignore it, only to painfully peel back their clothing a couple days later to find a definitely infected wound.

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

Reluctant Injury Reveals

- Pulling off sunglasses to reveal a black eye

- Pulling off a hat to reveal blood in their hair

- Taking off a jacket to reveal a side wound

- Rolling up sleeves to reveal scars on their arms

- Taking off a shoe to reveal a swollen/broken foot

- Pulling off gloves to reveal cracked/bloody knuckles

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Character A says softly, inching closer with placating hands, “It’s okay, I’m here to help.”

Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje

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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.

Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.

He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.

It's like he said every word that went through his brain.

I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.

And the waiting.

Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.

When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.

And that's when we arrived at the room.

And that's when he saw you.

And he froze.

Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.

He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.

He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.

He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"

Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.

And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.

There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.

The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.

The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.

And so he sat still.

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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright

I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.

That’s some good shit.

Character B wakes up in hospital and is surprised to see their friends/team all there, in varying degrees of alertness.

“Why are you all here?? Don’t you have important things to do??” B asks Character A, the only one fully awake.

A gives them a perplexed look, “‘Cause we care about you, dumbass, that’s why.”

[gets in with you]

[gets in my little clown car]

Your whump word(s) of the day

“Get in the trunk.”

Whump Prompt #552

When the unconscious/injured whumpee gets hauled up/dragged by their collar or suit.