#broken whumpee
Prompts used: Dialogue, Mask, Nightmare
Content Warnings: Hospital setting, medical equipment, blood, (accidental) self harm, drugged
Caretaker woke with a start and sat up in the rough plastic chair he had fallen asleep in.
Whumpee groaned as he tried to roll over in bed but couldn’t because of the pain in every part of him and the wires and tubes that covered him.
Caretaker eased himself up from the chair, still bleary-eyed but staggered towards his brother. Whumpee’s head moved back and forth and his hands that were covered in bandages twitched.
“Hey, I’m here,” Caretaker soothed.
But Whumpee’s head moved more frantically and his hands flew to his face. “I can’t breathe,” he croaked, pulling at the oxygen mask, but still asleep.
“No, this helps you breathe,” his brother said softly, gently trying to take Whumpee’s hands from the mask.
But Whumpee’s hands went back to his face and scrabbled at the plastic surface. His breathing became shallower, more desperate. “Please,” Whumpee gasped.
Caretaker looked down at his brother, he himself now desperate. “Nurse!” he called out into the hall.
He looked back at Whumpee, his plasters on his fingers unwrapping as he continued to struggle against the plastic oxygen mask. Wounds that had never had the chance to heal before reopened easily, and so blood began to cover his brother’s face and sheets as he thrashed around.
“God,” said Caretaker, his hands trembling above his brother’s writhing body. “Nurse!” he yelled even louder.
Whumpee pushed the mask up and off his mouth, but still, he was fighting and screaming.
“Please, Whumper!” he cried out into the hospital room, lit only by eerie electronic light.
One of the nurses rushed in and past Caretaker.
“Stand back sir,” the nurse said, forcefully pushing Whumpee’s arms back down beside him.
“No… no…” moaned Whumpee, his head turning from side to side.
Caretaker watched as another nurse joined the first who had a needle full of something. He pushed the mask back down onto Whumpee’s face and held his arm still.
“What are you giving him?” Caretaker asked, rushing to the second nurse’s side.
The nurse looked at Caretaker, his brow furrowed. “Another sedative I’m afraid, so your brother can sleep dreamlessly. His brain is trying to process what happened.”
“…Well shouldn’t he?” Caretaker questioned as the nurse plunged the needle into Whumpee’s twitching arm.
“It’s too much all at once for him,” the nurse explained as he pressed the sedative into Whumpee’s bloodstream. “Whatever happened to him, will take years to fully process.”
Caretaker let out a sob and walked back from the bed, his brother’s protests slipping away as he fell into deeper sleep.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Caretaker whispered as he stared at his broken and bloodied brother.
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Whumper adjusted the ropes, smiling as they took a step back, admiring the view infront of them.
“Just beautiful,” They smirked.
A whimper escaped Whumpee’s lips as they spoke, voice hoarse, “P-please… N-no m’re… I ca-cant.. P-please…”
Whumper couldn’t help but chuckle, carding their hand through Whumpee’s hair, “My my Whumpee, how the mighty has fallen.”
Whumpee leaned into the touch, whimpering slightly at Whumper’s words. “St- stop… le-leave me alone…”
Whumper simply hummed in response, “Is that an order?”
Whumpee froze, realizing their mistake, “NONO w-wait ’m s-sorry…. p-please,, please Whumper I-I didn’t mean to!”
Whumper chuckled, “My god, you’re pathetic,” Whumper spat with a grin, their eyes greedily studying Whumpee.
Whumpee couldn’t read Whumper’s mood and they hatedit.
Whumper took a step towards Whumpee, carding a hand through their hair, chuckling as Whumpee doesn’t flinch. “So good for me, dear. Still and compliant. Just how you should be.”
Whumpee paled but kept a straight face, struggling to get their breathing steady, “Y-yes, Whumper.”
Whumper smirked, walking behind Whumpee, retrieving a whip, and slams it hard against the floor, soaking in how Whumpee flinched.
“Good. Now state your rules, Whumpee, from number one.”
