There was nothing quite like waking up to the feeling of being crushed and having no idea how one had gotten there, when the last thing in memory was a casual morning commute.
Car crash? Building collapse?
Something shifted and Mel was aware of a dull pain in his legs. Were his eyes closed?
There was a distant siren. There was shuffling, voices… actually kind of… familiarvoices…
“Over here!” Very familiar. Not from his family, though, or his friends or workmates or the guy he’d started dating– The familiarity was on the same level as someone from… TV? Was he hearing things?
“Excuse me, are you conscious? Good, please stay awake, you’ll be okay, we’re here to help,” the familiar, somehow soothing voice was saying through the pounding in Mel’s head. It was interrupted by a horrible metallic screeching. (Already-mangled metal door being torn in half by bare hands.)
That sound was too much.
He came to again with a gasp. Various voices were having quick exchanges. His legs felt a lot worse suddenly, not being crushed anymore but like they were… loose? Weirdly? Falling apart. Bleeding? The siren wasn’t distant anymore.
Hands were grabbing him and he wasn’t sure if he needed to get away or try to make things easier–
“Please don’t move!”
Mel’s eyes opened to see a familiar face hovering over his, haloed by angelic yellow light with pulses of flashing red from one side. Brown skin, dark freckles, beautiful hair that he wouldn’t dare touch even in his dreams, deep brown eyes that were even more earnest and mesmerizing in real life and possibly a little bit more due to what might be blood loss. Blue fabric tight across a muscular chest. Halcyon.
“Okay,” he faintly heard himself say without much thinking about it.
Something obviously happened, because Halcyon was a superhero. He was being rescued. By Halcyon. The superhero. Was he carryinghim?
Halcyon was saying something else, maybe explaining something, but Mel’s moment of clarity was fading fast. Everything was moving again. He held still as best as he could and Halcyon smiled reassuringly and, honestly, he felt kind of reassured.
An already weakened whumpee thrown into an even whumpier situation
-Whumpee’s had more than a few too many drinks. The lights in the club feel so bright they’re giving whumpee a migraine and the music is distorting and thumping at the base of their skull. Whumpee is barely able to walk straight as it is. What happens when whumper slips something into their drink?
-Whumpee is exhausted, it’s been a long day at work and they haven’t been sleeping well. They drop their keys twice trying to unlock their door before they finally get in and see Whumper in the living room quietly. They figure they must be seeing things and head on to bed.
-Whumpee is sick with a cold/fever. They feel weak, can’t stop shivering and they feel like passing out every time they sit down. They’re driving home from the grocery store when a car t-bones them. The crash didn’t knock them out, but they don’t have the strength to even try to run away when they see Whumper get out of the truck and walk towards them.
-Whumpee was stabbed/shot and is now on the mend. They aren’t in any immediate danger and they’re an adult so they sign themselves out of the hospital and start to walk the few blocks back across the city to their apartment. It would sure be inconvenient for them to get jumped and mugged, wouldn’t it? Might even tear a few stitches.
-A bounty has been placed over Whumpee’s head. They’ve just narrowly escaped death for the first time that day and are limping back through the countryside, trying to find where they are. They’re walking across a bridge over a fast, deep river when they see a group of unfriendly looking people. They try to run the other way, but to no avail. They throw Whumpee in a burlap sack and tie it shut before they push Whumpee off the bridge.
At first I was like “wow idiots” until the actual map. You would genuinely never expect the freeway to just suddenly be a normal road like that. You would still be looking for the proper exit and preparing to BEGIN slowing down by the time you notice only from the cues of your surroundings that you’ve already “left” the freeway and that fucking overpass would make it impossible to see those cues coming until you’re in them?!?!
You can hear every one of them desperately trying to break. From the look of it the far lane must also end very abruptly seeing as the majority of them end up in those bushes.
This is genuinely such a confusing part of Seattle. I hate it.
I don’t even spend much time in Seattle and I still immediately recognized that intersection and thought, “Nope!”
![[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e083da89d6c354d4c3e12f9ad5fe931/tumblr_ol3s7gSTzR1tkc1vuo4_1280.jpg "[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).")
![[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).](https://64.media.tumblr.com/49b77a93ee4009d9c7d40dbb26c3d537/tumblr_ol3s7gSTzR1tkc1vuo3_1280.jpg "[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).")
![[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6102857b852111d6fb5a3dd5aaf7153c/tumblr_ol3s7gSTzR1tkc1vuo2_1280.jpg "[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).")
![[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).](https://64.media.tumblr.com/27408a1cf0b7a2df3538663cf53ef9f6/tumblr_ol3s7gSTzR1tkc1vuo1_1280.jpg "[blast from the past]Artwork for Joseba B.Lenoir’s “Tenpesta“ EP (published 2013).")
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