I'm Always A Sucker For Injury Reveals, But One Of My Favorite Kind Is When The Injury Is Revealed To

I'm always a sucker for injury reveals, but one of my favorite kind is when the injury is revealed to the person who’s hurt. They could already feel the pain-

-or maybe they couldn’t. Maybe the drugs have kept the worst at bay. Maybe they were in shock before, their mind protecting them from the worst of it. Or maybe they’re just used to pain. Maybe it’s easier to downplay what you can’t see-

-but then they finally. See it. See the damage. Peel back the bandages. Finally look at themselves in the mirror. In the photos that were taken for evidence. In the video that was taken when it happened. They see the raw manifest of their trauma. The bruises when they were fresh. The bruising bloomed across their skin now that they’re safe and it’s been a few days. The poorly knitted together cuts still red and inflamed while their body attempts to fight off infection. The swelling around their eye, when they’d grown used to their vision being impaired by now. The splints around their fingers. Their skin mottled and scraped and just. Damaged. Whenever someone tries to help them wash up.

They finally see themselves in the mirror for how they are. Hurt. Damaged. Ruined.

And it’s almost impossible to believe that this isn’t how they’ll look for the rest of their lives. That this isn’t what the people they love will see from now on every time they look at them. Even if they heal, this? This is forever now, and maybe it was inevitable that it would always come to this

They’ve always been a hurt thing. Now the outside matches the inside

Recovering whumpee being forced to go back to their former whumper and beg for their help-- maybe because they need whumper's skill-set, or maybe because no one but whumper would believe the situation that they're in.

being a whump enjoyer is like

*enjoying some sort of horror media and something fucked up happens*

mind: omg that's horrible!

stomach: *tingling*

many such cases

listen having a favourite character is just embarrassing sometimes. yeah that’s my specialest little blorbo. yeah I’ve read every word of their stuff. yeah I think about them 24/7. yeah I project all my issues onto them and write fanfiction about them and have multiple playlists dedicated to them. And I’m here on your dash to once again tell you that I am still thinking about them bc I thought you needed to know that. you can just shoot me now.

Hands cupping their face, hurried kisses and touches, words of comfort, fearful glances back over their shoulder, footsteps getting closer, foreheads touching and a whispered "I'll be back for you" when a character is restrained or stuck is just 🤌 *mwah*