#caretaking dialog

Whumpee can’t close their eyes without reliving nightmare after nightmare. The day is physical pain, while night is mental torment. The rare few times they’ve fallen asleep was draped over caretaker’s chest, cheek squished against their shoulder with their bruised bandaged hand being softly held. 

“Will you still be here if I fall asleep?” Whumpee muffles. 

“When you fall asleep-” Caretaker corrects, chuckling as they brush a strand out of their face. 

“I’ll still be stuck under you, yes.”

(Unspoken caretaker rule: if there’s a whumpee in your lap, DON’T MOVE)

Whumpee’s been rescued, but don’t realize they’ve been rescued. They believe they’ve been sold, or handed off as they argue, shout and struggle against their rescuer the whole long way back to the car. 

-Caretaker’s worried if they make too much of a scene, it’ll attract unwanted attention.

“Enough! I’m trying to save you; now stop trying to yank my arm off. Please, be still and walk with me…”

“W- wait, please don’t hurt m-”

“Quietly, whumpee…”