#feverish whumpee
When the whumpee wakes up feeling horrible in the middle of the night, but they decide not to bother anyone about it until morning. Them just curling up in a ball under their blankets, crying silently and gritting their teeth as they wait for morning. One of their teammates coming to check on them when they don’t show up for breakfast, and finding the whumpee still curled up, shivering under their blankets and covered in sweat. The teammate touching the whumpee’s forehead and finding a fever, then running to get the team leader, knowing they’ll know how to help the whumpee.
Warnings: Vivisection aftermath/imagery, sick character, non-graphic vomit, delirium, hallucinations, begging, panic, scared, passing out.
Tags:@whumpwillow,@whumpsday,@whumpwillow,@purple-heart-x
A feverish character who’s too tired to talk but instead just lies there listening when their friend talks to them about anything at all, watching with bleary eyes as they sponge off their hot face with a damp washcloth
May be cliche but tonight I’m just going head empty no thoughts anyway when whumpee has a super high fever and the other character(s) need to get it down so they put whumpee in the bathtub and sponge cool water over them. And whumpee is too out of it to understand what’s going on so they just give little whimpers and moans of protest because ‘they’re already so cold why are they getting water poured on them?’ Bonus points if eventually they’re so exhausted and miserable that they just sort of lean into the touch whenever another character wipes their face. So yeah sponge baths.
Something’s wrong. Whumpee woke covered in sweat, mouth dry and heart pounding. Their stomach hurt so badly all they could do was curl into a ball and cry.
Whumper came down after a few hours, knocking on the door to their cell before cheerily opening it. “Rise and shine Whumpee! I’ve got a great day planned today and we have no time to waste.”
Whumpee whimpered, turning their face into their sweat and tear soaked sheets.
“I said get up,” Whumper warned. “I thought you’d learned your lesson on disobeying? Come on. Up.”
Whumpee sobbed, wincing at the pain. “Please,” they begged. “I can’t.”
“Oh. So we’re back to that now are we?”
“No! No I- I mean I can’t. I don’t feel right. Some-something’s wrong with me.” They’re voice shook and broke, body trembling with pain and fear. They flinched as Whumper suddenly raised their hand, bracing for a hit. But the hand only rested lightly on their forehead.
“You have a fever,” they remarked, wiping their hand on the sheets. They stepped back.
“No!” Whumpee cried, surprising both of them. “Please don’t leave, please! I- I don’t want to die. Please help me, I’m begging you! I’m- ” they sobbed again, curling up tighter and squeezing their eyes shut. “I’m scared. Please.”