- The Mumble: Whumpee is semi-lucid at best, so close to being unconscious and pain free but oh, it hurts, and they groan and mumble nonsense under their breath as the pain keeps them from passing out
- The Fight or Flight: whumpee is definitely out but is dreaming about the fight/injury/event; twitchy fingers and tossing their head because the danger is gone but the trauma continues to play out in their head
- The Lazarus: Whumpee is finally safe and on a whole lot of drugs (the good stuff) and manages to wake up from their heavy sedation. Caretaker, baffled, tells them to sleep. whumpee basically goes ‘alright peace’ and immediately passes out again
- The Park and Fly: whumpee gets whacked across the head, sits down to recover thinking its fine, promptly passes out without warning
- The Good Stuff: “Hey did you say there was a sedative in this? I don’t think its-”
- The Blink and You’ll Miss It: Whumpee gets clocked and wakes up what feels like seconds later having missed the entire fight
- The “I Got This” : whumpee does not have this
- The “Oops” : well that was stupid but there they go
Note: This is not a guaranteed list of all the whump in the show, I focused on this specific story arc. Kim gets hit in the head and suffers from frequent dizziness and vision problems until he collapses. Also, warning, this show gets real messy towards the end. SPOILERS
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Episode 7: (Part 4) (3:00) Fighting in a police station, hit in the head with an object, head bleeding, put into a jail cell.
Episode 11: (Part 4)(1:00) Attacked, hit on the head with a pipe, concern for him, goes to hospital. (9:00) Dizzy spell, drops something and falls to his knees.
Episode 12: (Part 1) (2:00) Scene continues, looks weak and dizzy, says he’s fine. Later shown resting in bed. (Part 2) (5:00) Has another dizzy spell and ends up walking into door, everyone laughs but clearly his head hurts and he’s disoriented. It looks like his eyes are bothering him. (Part 4) (7:00) Eyes start acting up and he stumbles, someone asks if he’s alright.
Episode 13: (Part 1) (10:00) Asleep in the car at an odd time, he must have passed out somehow. Gets up then starts to get uncoordinated and collapses suddenly. (Part 2) (8:00) Blurred vision.(Part 3) (7:00) Tries to pick something up but falls down, dizzy, eyes bothering him, has to sit down then ends up falling asleep.
Episode 14: (Part 1) (4:00) Suddenly gets dizzy, eyes hurt, slides down wall to sit on ground. (8:00) Brief dizzy spell, looks rough out but recovers. (Part 3)(4:00) Emotional, slowly collapses, unconscious, in the hospital. (Part 4) (2:00) Wakes up in pain, head hurts, suddenly goes blind, panicking.
Episode 15: (Part 1) (2:00) Still blind and in the hospital. Needs help getting around. (Part 2) (10:00) Going into surgery for his eyes. (Part 4) (1:00) Starting to regain his sight, vision still blurry.
(End summary: He keeps struggling with his vision for a bit but he does get it back and recovers, not much good whump after this point)
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Whumpee - Shen Fang played by Zhang Yi Shan.
Shen Fang is a communist spy, he and his older brother work with the government. An explosion leaves a piece of shrapnel in his head that causes the majority of the whump in the show, usually with extreme head pain that can lead to collapsing.
Episode 17:(18:00) Starts to look dazed, someone mentions he looks pale. (23:00) Headache, has to work through the pain. Fighting it for as long as possible. Sweating, struggling to walk down stairs, collapses. (29:00) Wakes up in the hospital.
Episode 22:(20:00) Taken hostage, discovered he’s a spy. Hit over the head really hard, bleeding. Gun against head. It’s concerning because of the shrapnel in his brain. Knocked down and helped up, refuses help. Almost collapses again, helped to car, asleep in the backseat. (31:00) Leaning on his wife for comfort which is out of character for him. (35:00) Walks into surprise party with his gun ready, not knowing it’s a surprise party.
Episode 27:(16:00) Collapses with sudden extreme head pain. He falls down and passes out from the pain. (18:00) Forces himself to continue working without recovering. (26:00) Saved by someone in an explosion.
Episode 28: (6:00) Stunned after seeing his friend die. (14:00) Drinking at a club. (18:00) Drunk, almost falls down. (21:00) Fell asleep while talking to his brother. (27:00) Vomiting because he drank too much.
Episode 37:(6:00) Gets into a fight, hit with extreme head pain, punched, found on the ground writhing in pain. (10:00) Taken to hospital, brain surgery, recovering.
I love how our boy just got his head cracked open like a pistachio shell and was sent into fucking next week or some shit and then we didn’t even get worried Gil or hospital police pals or Malcom waking up in a hospital like MCSCUSE ME WHAT?!??! THIS IS A HATE CRIME???
Note: I was going to make this end sad, but I don’t like Barbatos being sad. :( So we have a happy ending.
Warnings: Attic incident mention, head injury, concussion (loosely based on my experience with a concussion - but that’s all blurry to me), incorrect medical stuff to fit the plot, amnesia, threat, pact use without permission
Barbatos stormed through a portal and slammed Solomon into the wall. His hands gripped into tight fists on the fabric of the sorcerer’s shirt as the portal vanquished into thin air. The demon’s tail thrashed from side to side. “What did you do to him?” Barbatos growled.
Solomon winced at the stinging sensation in the back of his head. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was bleeding from where his head collided with the wall. “A potion we were working on blew up. It knocked him out. He’s being checked by a doctor right now.”
“Where is he?” Barbatos released the wizard. Solomon pointed through a door as he rubbed the back of his head. Without glancing back, Barbatos left with his demon form dissipated and threw the door open. A doctor looked up in alarm.
“You can’t be in this room, sir,” the doctor spoke quickly. Barbatos ignored him and made a beeline for Lance.
“Lance, Little Lamb, are you alright?” Barbatos went to cup the human’s face with his hands.
“Don’t touch me!” Lance yelped and shot out of bed. He tripped as the sheet caught on his ankle.
“Lance?” Barbatos asked in confusion. He immediately ceased his movements with his pact activated, unable to try a catch him. Fortunately, with how often he has fallen in the past, Lance was able to stabilize himself. “My apologies, I didn’t–. You’ve never minded in the past.”
“The past? I don’t know who you are. We’ve never met before.”
Barbatos stilled. His heart sank. Painfully. It felt like someone had just stabbed him in the gut and twisted the knife. “I beg your pardon?” Barbatos took a step forward to try and reason with him, but Lance scrambled backward.
“Sir, please, I must ask you to leave.” Barbatos gave the doctor a pleading look.
“Lance, we’re engaged. The ring on your finger is the ring I gave you.”
“Engaged?” Lance scoffed. “I’m never going to date, that’s impossible.” He glanced at the ring he had and froze. “Where did this come from?”
"It was a gift from me. You received it the same night I received a ring from you,” Barbatos spoke softly. He turned to the doctor. “Will he get his memories back?”
“I cannot give that information out without the consent of the patient. Sir, you really must leave.”
Barbatos looked away from both of them. He felt his bottom lip quiver before he nodded. “I understand. I will be waiting outside.” He risked a glance towards Lance who watched him with confusion. “I’m sorry I frightened you, Lance. That was never my intention. I would never do anything to harm you. If you’ll please excuse me.”
Barbatos slid the door open and then shut it behind him. His feet unconsciously carried him to a nearby bench. He sank down on it and stared blankly at the wall before him.
“How is he?” Barbatos barely registered Solomon’s words.
“He does not remember me. At all.”
“What?”
Barbatos’s hands formed into tight fists. “He does not remember me. I do not know if his memories will return to him.”
"You don’t? You didn’t see any of this?”
“No!” Barbatos snapped. “I did not look that far into the future. I was afraid to see how things between us may have ended if they ever did. This…” Barbatos’s voice began to crack. “What if this is how it ends?”
Just as Solomon was about to respond, the door opened. The doctor left the room before shutting the door behind him. Then, moments later, the door opened again. Barbatos glanced to see Lance standing there awkwardly. He shuffled over to the demon and sat down, a bit of a distance away from him. He eyed Solomon nervously. With an awkward laugh, the wizard excused himself and left the pair alone.
“How are you feel—” Barbatos’s question was interrupted.
“You called me Lance and used he/him pronouns.”
Barbatos’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Yes, I did. That, besides my nicknames for you, has been what I’ve always referred to you by.”
Lance slowly nodded his head. “No one calls me that. Not that I remember. But it’s what I wanted to be called by.”
Barbatos’s lips parted as he started to piece together where in his life Lance’s memories took him back to. It must have been just before the exchange program took place. “I see. Many people call you that now.”
“They do?”
"Yes. You have many people that truly care about you.”
“Even you?”
Barbatos looked down at the ring Lance gave him. “Yes, especially me.”
Lance frowned and played with the ring on his finger. “The ring’s beautiful. It’s exactly what I would want.”
Barbatos nodded. “I know. I picked it especially for you.”
Lance swallowed. “And I cared for you?”
Barbatos looked away from the human at feeling a stinging in his eyes. Lance’s feelings vanished in less than a day. “Yes, you did.”
“That’s hard to believe,” Lance whispered. “I don’t let myself get attached.”
"It took a very long time,” Barbatos murmured quietly. “I was patient.”
Lance glanced at the person next to him who refused to look at him. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m hurting you, because of this.”
Barbatos shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I can be patient again if that is what you wish.”
Lance stilled as he stared at the stranger in front of him. “You’re a stranger to me. I don’t know if–.”
Barbatos nodded his head but paused so that his hair covered his eyes. “Yes, I’m aware.” Finally, he was able to look up at Lance. “How are you, asides from the amnesia?” That was more important.
Lance inhaled sharply as he caught sight of Barbatos’s eyes. He felt something in his chest and looked away quickly. “I have a mild concussion. Everything’s moving slowly in my head. I hate it. I’m used to my thoughts being faster, louder. It’s just molasses right now. I can only have one train of thought. I used to be able to think of multiple things at once.”
Barbatos stood from his seat and held out a hand to Lance. “You should get some rest, then.”
Lance looked at the hand. His eyes lingered on the engagement ring on the person’s hand. “What’s your name?”
“Barbatos. Though, you sometimes called me Little Bat or Tosie.”
“Tosie?” Lance’s nose wrinkled at the overly cutesy name.
“Yes,” Barbatos said with a sigh. “Only you are allowed to call me that.”
Lance tore his eyes from the ring and up at the butler. “You actually loved me?”
“I still do. Always and forever.”
Lance’s lip quivered. “I’m sorry, I wish I remembered. I might with some time.”
Barbatos lowered to his knees before him. “Don’t apologize. Right now, the most important thing is for your concussion to heal. The rest we will figure out. Would you like me to help you back to your room to rest?”
Lance nodded and took Barbatos’s hands. Barbatos sighed with relief as the pact’s command was released. He wrapped an arm around Lance’s shoulder and guided him back to the hospital bed. He tucked Lance in tightly with the blankets on the hospital bed and lingered for a moment – not wanting to leave just yet.
“You can stay,” Lance said softly. Barbatos nodded and took a seat near the bed. It was silent for a few moments before Lance spoke up, “You’re on my home screen on my phone.”
Barbatos glanced at Lance and nodded his head. “Yes, you rotate it frequently if you get another picture of me that you like.”
Lance was quiet as he rolled over to his side to face Barbatos. “That’s how I believed you. Believed that we’re engaged. I’ve kept the same home screen for years.”
“Yes, it was a very big deal for you to change it. You felt as though you were disrespecting the deceased. It took a lot for you to go through to change the picture.”
“I must have taken a lot of pictures of you.”
Barbatos chuckled. “You did, yes. I believe most of them are still on your phone.”
Lance’s eyes started to drift shut. “I’ll try to remember when I took those pictures, then.”
Barbatos gave him a sad smile. “Take your time.”
–
Lance’s head pounded when he woke up. He winced as he opened his eyes and sat up in alarm. The dull beeping of the machine grounded him to have him realize where he was. A nurse must have come back in and reconnected him while he was knocked out. He looked over and saw Barbatos asleep in his chair.
“Tosie?” Lance asked quietly. Instantly, the person woke up and looked at Lance. He hurried over to his bedside.
“What is it, Lance? What do you need?”
Lance’s eyebrows furrowed together. “You like tea and you bake, right?”
Barbatos sighed in relief as he sat on the side of Lance’s bed. “Yes, that is correct.”
“And I…Started a fan club for you?”
Barbatos laughed. “Yes, you did.”
Lance squirmed with embarrassment. Still, he watched him with caution. “Can I hug you?”
“Yes, of course you can.”
Lance quickly wrapped his arms around him. Barbatos immediately returned the embrace and held onto the human tightly. “This feels familiar. There’s something else,” Lance spoke quietly. “But it’s stupid.”
“Nothing is stupid. What is it?”
“Something’s telling me you’re not human?” Lance said with confusion in his voice. “I don’t know why. Is it an inside joke?”
Barbatos paused. “No, it’s not an inside joke. It’s a long story, though. I’ll tell you once you’re feeling better. However, it seems as though you’re starting to remember some things?”
Lance slowly nodded. “Just some tidbits. A couple of facts and a sort of feeling when I look at you.”
“What’s that feeling?” Barbatos asked as his fingers ran up and down Lance’s back, tracing small patterns. He felt some comfort in that Lance hadn’t pulled away yet. It took a while for him to let Barbatos touch him for more than just a few seconds.
Lance rested more of his weight into Barbatos. “I don’t really know. Comfort? Safety? A sense of belonging? It’s a nice feeling.” Lance hesitated before he pulled away. Though, his hands still lingered on Barbatos’s arms. He looked up at the person in front of him with exhaustion. “I should sleep more. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Barbatos pressed a kiss to the top of Lance’s head without thinking. When he realized what he did, he pulled away quickly. “My apologies. I shouldn’t have.”
"Don’t apologize,” Lance repeated. “It was nice. I’ll hopefully remember more soon.”
“You’re already remembering plenty, I’ll be patient.” He helped Lance lay back down and ensure that the blankets were covering him. “Do you want a warm blanket brought in?”
Lance silently nodded as he quickly drifted off to sleep.
–
Lance startled as he clawed at his neck. There was nothing there. “Barbatos!” he gasped out and looked around frantically. Barbatos quickly grabbed a hold of his hands. “I died. What happened?! Why did I die?!”
“Breathe,” Barbatos whispered to him. “Just breathe.”
“I couldn’t!” Lance sobbed out as he desperately held onto him. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks. “I couldn’t breathe! I tried calling for you, but–!”
“I know, I know,” Barbatos hushed him. “I’m so sorry.”
“It was the only way,” Lance hiccupped. “Why was it the only way? I don’t understand. How did I come back from that?” Barbatos was quiet, his grip on Lance tightened. Lance seemed to have no memories that involved magic or anything related to demons. “But you were there. You stayed with me.” Lance’s breathing started to calm down. “Just like you are now.” He cringed at the fogginess in his mind. “Even though you have an important job.”
“My job can wait,” Barbatos reassured Lance. He ran his fingers over Lance’s hair and paused at the small welt. “Goodness, Solomon will definitely be punished for what he did to you.”
“Solomon?” Lance repeated the name. “You warned me not to trust him, but I do anyway, right?”
“Yes,” Barbatos said with a sigh. “Although, I’m certain he warned you not to trust me, too.”
Lance nodded. “Possibly. I think I got mad at him when he suggested that. Should I be mad at him for this?”
Barbatos hummed. “I am. I’m furious with him. You, however, would probably insist that it was your fault.”
“Then, you’d be mad at me?”
“No.”
Lance snorted. “Why not? If it was my fault this happened, then—”
“You’re too cute to be mad at.”
Lance stiffened in Barbatos’s arms. “No, I’m not.”
“Oya. Are you calling me a liar, Little Lamb?” Barbatos teased. He pulled away so he could look down at the reddening of his face. “I thought you had more trust in me. Don’t tell me you actually listened to Solomon? Or perhaps I just need to shower you with more compliments until you believe them?”
Lance whined and quickly moved to bury his face in Barbatos’s chest. “I’m still concussed, you can’t overwhelm me.”
Barbatos clicked his tongue. “You’re just using that as an excuse. But very well, I’ll stop teasing you. No matter how much I know you like it.”
“You dem—” Lance froze in his words. “Demon?” He repeated it again quietly as he tried to have his slowly moving thoughts catch up with the idea that was forming a mile away. “Are you a demon?” Lance withdrew his face from Barbatos’s chest. “An actual demon? You have horns and a tail.”
Barbatos watched Lance carefully to gauche just how he would react. “Yes. I am a demon.”
“Can I see them?”
“It won’t overwhelm you?”
Lance thought it over before he shook his head back and forth. “I don’t think so.”
Barbatos glanced at the door leading into the hospital room. His horns and tail appeared. Lance stared at them in awe. Slowly, his fingers reached up to caress the horns. “They’re actually antlers, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Barbatos confirmed. “You kept one that I shed.”
Lance giggled. “That’s right. You only had one for a while. It was cute.”
Barbatos’s tail slapped against the floor at being called cute. Still, he kept his mouth shut. Even if it did form a small pout.
Lance grinned at him. “You don’t like being called cute. Even though I call you cute all the time.”
"You do,” Barbatos grunted out, much unlike his more articulate self.
Lance tilted his head to the side. “You actually like it when I call you cute, though. Don’t you?”
Barbatos eyed Lance suspiciously. “I will not confirm or deny that.”
Lance laughed, drawing a smile from the demon. “You’re confirming it then.” Lance leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing Barbatos’s skin to become painted a fair pink. “It’s no wonder I fell in love with you.”
Barbatos’s smile softened. “It’s still a wonder to me.”
Lance melted into Barbatos’s arms at the soft smile. He whispered just so Barbatos could barely hear him, “I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you all over again.” Barbatos immediately pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Can I fall asleep in your arms, Tosie?”
“Anything you need or want, it’s yours.”
–
“Little Bat,” Lance whispered as he looked up at the snoozing Barbatos. His arms held him protectively from the rest of the world. Lance leaned up and pressed small kisses to his face. “Tosie.” His fingers lightly brushed over his eyelids. “Barbatos.”
Slowly, Barbatos’s eyes opened. He hummed and pulled Lance closer to him to try and keep him warm. “Yes, Little Lamb?”
“I remember,” he whispered and pressed a small kiss to the side of his neck. “I remember just about everything. I’m so sorry I put you through this.”
Barbatos pulled away from Lance with his once groggy eyes now fully awake. “You remember? What all do you remember?”
“I remember you tricking me into making Hell Coffee so you knew how I felt for you before I officially confessed.”
Barbatos chuckled. “It was the most bitter thing I have ever tasted.”
“I’m sure it’d be even more bitter now. I remember you gambling on where I would stay for a week. I remember you telling me about your past. I remember you getting upset over wanting to ask me to become immortal to stay with you. You were out in a rainstorm and I came out to fetch you.”
Barbatos was quiet. “You even went out in the wind for me.”
Lance nodded. “I remember you catching me ordering a custom body pillow with you on it. You catching me wearing your coat and making me wear it to dinner. I remember writing you those sticky notes after you were having a difficult time.”
“It turned into one of the best times I’ve ever had.”
“I remember you showing me our house for the first time. I remember proposing to you. I remember how much I love you.”
“Let me kiss you?” Barbatos nearly pleaded the human. Lance responded by pressing his lips against Barbatos’s.
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Whumpee - Shen Fang played by Zhang Yi Shan.
Shen Fang is a communist spy, he and his older brother work with the government. An explosion leaves a piece of shrapnel in his head that causes the majority of the whump in the show, usually with extreme head pain that can lead to collapsing.
Sickeningly so, in a way that made him sway as the world around him spun.
Nox reached to touch his head, that bright flash of pain that was now fading into a dull ache within his skull. Stablizing himself against the wall did nothing to help, but the movement made everything worse.
He just- wished he could stop being so dizzy.
He didn’t see the second blow coming, or maybe it was the third. Either way the hit knocked his head against the wall in the same way, made his head spin and his skull crack with that loud overwhelming agony that stayed until a dull ache replaced it.
And just like that he was back to reeling, back to staring uncomprehending at the red on his hand. In the back of his mind he knew something was wrong, something with where he was being hit, but he didn’t have the faintest idea why.
“Here? Where exactly is here?” Hero asked as Villain led them through a short door in an old house.
“It’s my base.”
“This is your base? It’s falling apart.”
“Everything fancy is in the basement. I live in the house.”
“You live here?”
“Yes.” Villain ran their fingers through their hair, wincing as their hand brushed over a bump.
Hero noticed. “Are you okay? That’s right… you hit your head. Do you have a first aid kit? Where is it?”
“I don’t have a first aid kit. I’m fine. Calm down.” Villain stomped twice on the floor, then took their shoes off.
“What was thatfor?”
“Calling up Sidekick.” Leaning against the wall, Villain looked absolutely drained.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
But Villain didn’t get a chance to answer as Sidekick emerged from a closet. “Villain? Who— Hero?”
“It’s fine— They’re fine. I brought them in.” Villain stepped away from the wall, saying on their feet. Sidekick looked ready to catch them. “Hero, this is Sidekick. They’re the reason I don’t have a first aid kit.”
“Are you hurt? Where? What happened?” Sidekick placed a hand on Villain’s arm and led them to sit in a chair.
“Just a bump on the head.”
“Let me see.” Sidekick examined Villain’s head and tsked at them. “You’ve got to be more careful. Someday you’re going to hurt yourself and I won’t be able to fix it.”
“Well today isn’t that day, is it?”
“No.” Sidekick muttered, laying a hand over the bump. “This one’s going to hurt quite a bit. Try and keep still.”
Villain nodded.
A pained expression set into Villain’s face as Sidekick began to chant and the swelling began to visibly go down. Aside from paling and a quiet whimper, however, Villain seemed to take whatever Sidekick was doing remarkably well.
When Sidekick was done, Villain stood, leaning on the chair to support themself.
“You need to go to bed.” Sidekick said, leading Villain to the stairs. “Get some rest and I’ll make you something to eat.” The pair of them disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hero at the door.
A few minutes later, Sidekick came back down, looking flustered. “Will you keep an eye on them for me? I was in the middle of something downstairs and I need to finish. Besides… they won’t sleep unless someone makes them and I can’t right now.”
“Why? I mean, yeah, I’ll stay with them, but why won’t they sleep?”
“It’s… it’s complicated.” Sidekick shook their head. “If they don’t want to tell you, I won’t tell you either. Sorry. Their room is the second on the left upstairs.”
Hero frowned, but nodded and ascended the steps.
Sidekick was right. Even though Villain had seemed dead tired— especially after Sidekick healed them— they weren’t in bed when Hero opened the door. They were staring out the window.
“Villain?”
Villain turned when Hero spoke, startled.
“You need to rest. You look really rough.”
“Did Sidekick send you up?” Villain sighed. “Whatever… I’m not tired.” They turned back to the window.
Hero came up behind them, noting the way Villain still swayed a bit and the way their hands trembled. “Villain, why don’t you want to sleep? You’re clearly exhausted.”
With a deep sigh, Villain left the window and sat on the edge of the bed. Hero sat with them. “I just… I don’t want to.”
“Do you have nightmares..?”
Villain’s lack of an answer was as much confirmation as Hero needed.
“You need sleep. Look at yourself. You’re hardly awake.”
Villain’s eyes flitted over Hero’s face, lingering a moment too long on Hero’s lips. “I suppose you’re going to leave as soon as I fall asleep?”
“I’ll stay if that’s what you want.” Hero leaned a little closer, putting a hand on the bed behind Villain.
“I’d like that.” Villain whispered before leaning in a little closer and kissing Hero softly.
Hero kissed back gently, pressing a hand to Villain’s lower back and slowly pressing them to lay down before breaking the kiss, still hovering mere centimeters from Villain’s lips. “Stop trying to distract me. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here with you.” Hero layed down next to Villain.
Regulus smiled, as though James, through much hard work, had just come up with the answer to an easy question. “Exactly. Getting the inside track on your tactics and weaknesses. It’s perfectly within the rules.”
How would you like my fist perfectly within your face? Well, two could play at being smug and condescending. James dragged a hand through his hair, flicking away the water, aiming for casual. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice that most of your attention seems to have been on me.”
