#frustrated caretaker
Fromthis promptby@the-three-whumpeteers
CW: Blood, light mouth whump, frustrated/questionable Caretaker, kicking, restraints, sedation
Caretaker winced, recoiling as they felt their lip split and blood run down their chin. “Why would you do that?” They asked, growing slowly frustrated with Whumpee.
“You bastard! You fucking bastard— you can’t keep me here!” Whumpee thrashed, pulling hard at the cuffs encircling their wrists.
Caretaker wiped the blood off their face with the back of their sleeve. They had been forced to restrain Whumpee and even sedate them at times for the last several days. Whumpee was exceptionally violent and remarkably strong for their size.
“Whumpee, if you kick me again, I’m going to have to sedate you. Please stop it.”
“Might as well do it now, bitch. I’m not just gonna be complacent.”
“Dammit, I’m not trying to hurt you! You need to be rebandaged!”
“Yeah,right. You’re fucking sick! I’m not some doll for you to play with!” Whumpee kicked again, narrowly missing Caretaker.
“I don’t see you as a doll! Whumpee, if you don’t let me take care of your injuries, you’re going to get an infection.”
“Fine by me.” Whumpee spat.
Caretaker grit their teeth. “Damn it all— I don’t want to sedate you! Why won’t you just calm down??”
“Calm down? Calm down?? How about you spend two months locked up by Whumper with them dictating every area of your life! Then we’ll see if you want to ‘calm down’!” Whumpee tugged at the handcuffs and a thin stream of blood trickled down their arm.
This approach wasn’t working.
Closing their eyes, Caretaker took a slow, deliberate breath. “Okay. Okay, fine, I see your point. Allow me to start over.”
“You gonna let me go?”
“I can’t take the cuffs off until either your injuries are healed or you trust me enough to stay.”
“Then it’s not really starting over, is it? You can’t expect to get trust when you don’t giveany.”
Caretaker walked closer to Whumpee and sat on the bed beside them, trying to keep the pain off their face as they were met with a barrage of kicks.
“I want to help you, Whumpee. I know— ouch— I know you don’t trust me. I understand why. Even if you don’t want to trust me, though, you don’t have a choice. I'm— ack— I’m literally the only person you have right now. I can’t make you trust me, but I can hope that you’ll at least let me take care of you.”
Whumpee didn’t answer, only continued to pummel Caretaker with kicks.
Minutes passed. The minutes turned into hours. Whumpee was slowing down. After only a couple hours, they had stopped kicking Caretaker completely.
“Go away.” They rasped.
Caretaker glanced at Whumpee to see they were crying. “Can I please change your bandages?”
“No.”
Caretaker gave a slight nod and exited the room.
