#too weak to move
Day 18 & 29: The Doctor is In, All Work and no Play
CW:blood
Summary:Jasper visits Eleven in his jail cell after he’s been dealt a pretty sour slash to his side.
Word count: 973
When Eleven woke again, he could barely focus his eyes. He felt dizzy, and when he began to rise, he leaned down again, expelling his guts on the ground.
His stomach empty, he lifted his head and looked around.
Last he remembered he’d just been possessed, but as far as he could tell he was still in one piece. One very injured, stabbed-in-the-gut, piece. And his side still burned, though it felt like it had started to clot.
Clotting was good. So long as it wasn’t actively bleeding, though down here he was sure it was going to get infected. Eleven reached up and shook the bars of his cell, attempting to garner the attention of someone, anyone, but nobody came. He sighed frustratedly and dropped back onto the floor.
When was the last time he had eaten? Or drank water? Was he dehydrated? When were they going to come back to check on him? Were they going to check up on him at all?
He felt too weak to move, but maybe there was still some magic he could cast. Something to help him out of here.
He reached for the cell door and his fingers brushed against cold metal, but no lock. If he was going to get out of here, he’d have to think creatively. And he didn’t have the energy for that now.
He sighed, defeated, and rolled onto his side of the bedroll, closing his eyes.
…
Eleven felt someone shaking him and groaned, seething when he moved slightly. His whole body ached, his shoulders and hips especially.
Someone grabbed his elbow and yanked him to his feet.
“No,” Eleven muttered, just above a whisper, desperate enough to warrant vocalized words, yanking his arm away and collapsing to the floor again.
“Do you want my help or not?” the voice asked.
Eleven recognized it immediately as Jasper. Eleven went limp again when Jasper grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet. This time, Eleven shuffled forward tiredly.
If Eleven was the new Darkspawn, did that mean Jasper was his new ally of sorts? Was Mordegon his new boss now? Could Eleven get away with masquerading this and making it look good? He didn’t care much, actually. Just wanted a shoulder to lean against as they walked past the other empty cells.
Eleven winced, grunting when they met a flight of stairs and Jasper helped him up them, half pushing him really, and Eleven almost collapsed in the middle.
“You’re almost as heavy as that big oaf Hendrik,” Jasper said. “I’m not carrying your arse up the stairs, so pick up the slack.”
El attempted a response, but all that came out was another tired groan.
When they finally made some progress, they stopped at a room and Jasper shoved the door open. Eleven dropped onto a stool and groaned, closing his eyes. He leaned back, clutching his waist, and seethed again.
“Let me see,” Jasper said.
Eleven shook his head, keeping his fingers clasped over the wound.
Jasper scoffed and batted his hands away. “I said, let me see, you little petulant—” Jasper grumbled, then cursed times under his breath when he saw what was revealed under El’s shirt.
“What did you do to yourself? For the Darkspawn, you sure do find stupid ways of getting into trouble,” Jasper said. “No heal spell is going to help this. If I close up the wound now, it’s going to probably poison your kidney.”
Eleven rolled his eyes. Like that wasn’t a problem on its own.
«You have to let me go,» he signed. «I have to follow them.»
Jasper watched him, then shook his head at the end. “Not happening. Even if you could move, which you can’t, you would not be very useful.”
Eleven’s lips cut into a thin line. Was Jasper a friend, or foe? That was a slim line to toe. Not one he was certain he felt like stressing the boundaries of now. Best to follow Jasper’s words and be cautious than end up in a grave. He’d already brushed close to death once.
“Take off your shirt,” Jasper said.
Eleven frowned. He glared. Jasper gestured again, more impatiently, and Eleven sighed, lifting it up over his chest.
Eleven saw Jasper staring at the scar on his chest and sighed.
«Happy?» He signed with arched eyebrows, circling a flat palm in front of his chest.
Jasper smirked. “I’m never happy,” he said. “Now lie down.”
He did as Jasper said and lay down. The wound burned on his side and he closed his eyes as Jasper began to work on him.
It felt like Eleven was there for hours. There was a needle and thread. No medicine or numbing agents. Just pure, white pain at the very front of his mind and working its way down to his bones, until the only thing he could think about was controlling his breathing and puffing out his cheeks on the outtake, counting up and down from one to ten obsessively. His hands clenched against the table and didn’t let go until it was over.
When the words “done” finally slipped from Jasper’s lips, Eleven’s muscles were so tight that he couldn’t relax them. He sighed deeply and felt his body, casting a healing spell on himself. The magic that pooled from his hands was dim and barely more than the flicker from a lightning bug. Using the few dredges of magical reserve in his body left Eleven feeling lightheaded.
Jasper laughed. “You’re going to kill yourself that way. Now get up.” He leaned forward and yanked Eleven to his feet, who grunted, rising.
Eleven only reluctantly followed Jasper back down those mildewy stairs and back to his cell, which, away from the smell of antiseptic, he could determine was drenched in the stench of blood.
Had he really bled that much or was Mordegon’s magic in general enough to blame for that?
Jasper shoved El through the doors and Eleven extended his hands, catching himself as he hit the ground with a solid “shump.”
Whumptober 2021, for the prompt too weak to move(no.29)
Whumptober 2021
No. 29 - ALL WORK AND NO PLAY
“You’re still not dead?” | too weak to move | overworked
⚠️ Read the tags for warnings ⚠️
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Keith’s not sure how long he’d been here but one thing he knows for sure is that this species does not have good intentions. The alien race was one he’d never seen before, their skin was green and they were very intelligent almost like the olkari.
At first Keith thought that maybe they where trying to watch his behaviour but that idea was soon shut down when a rather tall alien walked into the white padded room where Keith was and grabbed him taking him somewhere. The room they ended up in was similar to the other in being all white except it was completely tiled instead of padded.
The tall green alien strapped Keith to an operating table as two other green aliens walked into the room both wearing white lab coats. Keith struggled against the restraints at first slowly loosing the will when he was getting nowhere. Once they had him succoured to the operating table they began to stitch his mouth shut. At first he felt every time the needle pricked his skin but after a while his whole mouth was numb.
It had been a few days since the tall green aliens stitched Keith’s mouth shut and he could barely keep himself sat upright. He figured it must have gotten infected. He was far to weak to move by the time the paladins arrived to break him free. He could barely keep his eyes open let alone move.
Guilt was the only thing covering the paladins faces when they realised just how late they were and if they had found him sooner maybe he wouldn’t be in this situation. They quickly made there way back to the castle, Keith would be in the healing pod for a long time.
Coran picked the stitches as carefully as he could but Keith was too weak to even flinch or fight against the pain it caused him.
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