#rough caretaker
CW: Blood loss, medical whump
Caretaker’s trying to carry whumpee to safety after a long battle, but there’s a deep gash between their ribs that’s bleeding out. They fold a bandage against it and tell them to put as much pressure as they can.
The longer they go, the more caretaker realizes whumpee’s too weak to push hard enough. They’re in pain, sweating and bleeding at an alarming rate.
Caretaker lays them down and ties a bandage around their chest. They hope if they pull it tight enough, it’ll make up for the lack of pressure. They keep pulling and pulling until whumpee jolts and cries out in pain, followed by caretaker profusely apologizing before picking them back up.
“Focus”
Whumpee swore that’s what they heard, but it was hard to tell with all the loud noises ringing through their ears.
“Focus, whumpee.”
The voice became impatient and whumpee felt something grab their face. It forced their head up, their thumb digging into the side of their cheek.
“Open your eyes and look at me”
They opened their eyes and looked up. The person who had a hold of their face looked worried and upset, but their expression softened the moment they saw whumpee’s eyes. They took a quick sigh of relief and composed themselves.
“You had me worried, I took you for dead. I was about to give up on you in a minute or two.” They spoke, glancing at their watch like they were actually counting. - At first, whumpee thought they were restrained. But after some squirming, they felt it was just a heavy blanket tightly wrapped around them.
“Who…” Whumpee murmured. Their voice was so weak it was hardly audible. “Who are you?…”
The stranger huffed a smile, before pouring them a cold cup of water.
“Your savior.”
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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…”
June 17th- “Just keep looking at me. You’re doing great.”
Short and prolly doesn’t make sense but I’m not really in a writing mood rn so apologies
Cw: rough wound care, blood, injuries, improper wound care, makeshift medical things, uhhh manhandling, rough caretaker, uhhhhhhhh idk what else, woods setting?
Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut against the pain, a gasp slipping from their lips as Caretaker pressed the alcohol-soaked rag against the wound.
Caretaker looked up to them, eyes softening in pity as they offered Whumpee a strained smile.
“You’re doing good, honey, so good,” They reassured, their other hand pressing harder against Whumpee’s leg, keeping it still as they dabbed the cloth against the gash.
Whumpee hissed in pain, their fists tightening as their nails bit into their palms, barely holding back a scream.
The dirt covered, rocky ground dug into their skin, poking through the thick material of their gloves and pants. Blood pooled on the dead leaves, staining the earthy floor a deep red.
They cried out as Caretaker prodded the wound once more, a burning agony shooting up their thigh as they continued to clean the wound.
Caretaker grunted, pausing their work momentarily as Whumpee’s leg kicked and spasmed, leaning back so they wouldn’t get nailed in the face.
“Hey- hey darling I need you to stay still for me,” Their tone was getting impatient as they readjusted their grip on Whumpee’s leg. “Just keep looking at me, okay? You’re doing great.”
June 9th- ‘It’s okay, you could never hurt me.“
Cw: gore, blood, bear trap, failed escape attempt (ish?), rough caretaking, inexperienced caretaker, bit more gore, leg injury, improv medical care, idk what else to put here but be warned it’s gorey
A terrible agony seemed to swallow Whumpee’s leg whole, creeping up their thigh like fire, burning every nerve in its way. They grit their teeth, forcing themself quiet as Caretaker twisted the tourniquet a bit tighter, fastening it into place.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart,” Caretaker reminded, their eyes filled with worry as they glanced up at Whumpee’s teary eyes. “I- I promise I’ll be as careful as possible-”
Whumpee let out a gasp as their leg twitched, a whole new kind of hell crashing over them as they quickly turned their head away, dry heaving.
They couldn’t bare to look at the gruesome sight any longer.
Caretaker’s stomach twisted, blinking hard as they looked back down at the mess of flesh and bone.
The teeth of the bear trap were stuck deep in Whumpee’s shin, undoubtedly piercing the bone. Blood ran down their calf in a river of crimson, only now beginning to slow.
They had to look away as bile began to creep up the back of their throat.
Of course Whumper would fucking booby trap the woods.
Caretaker took a moment to steel their nerves, forcing their expression neutral as they turned back to Whumpee.
“I- I need to get the trap off,” They rushed to get out, stumbling over their words. “It- it’s going to hurt-”
Whumpee let out a dry sob, quickly shaking their head. “Nn- y..y’ could nn- n’ver hur- hurt mm.. me,” Their voice cracked, breaking into frantic cries as they quickly raised a hand to their mouth, biting down on their knuckles to keep quiet. “Jus- just dd- do it-”
Caretaker gave a stiff nod, taking a deep breath themself as they reached to grab the sides of the trap.
The second their hands touched the rusted metal, Whumpee let out a guttural scream.
“Shit-” Caretaker cursed, quickly yanking their hands back. “Fuck I’m so sorry-”
“Nn- no-” Whumpee sobbed, squeezing their eyes shut as they quickly shook their head. “Don- y’ have to jus- j’st do it.. qu-quick-”
“Okay, okay okay okay,” Caretaker cut them off, a surge of adrenaline passing through their body as they readied themself once again. “I’m sorry-”
In a quick movement, they grabbed onto the sides of the trap, grunting with the effort as they forced it open just enough for Whumpee to rip their leg out of.
The scream was loud enough to make the birds flee.
