Whumpee recieves a text;

"If you're not going to come to us...

Then we're going to come for you."

Whumpee's hand shakes as they delete the message, then pushes it aside in their mind and carries on with their day.

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Whumpee came back to conciousness while the medic was applying stitches. "Agh, let me go already!". Caretaker's knees and hands firmly pinned down whumpee's head and arms. "We're nearly done, hang in there."

The last of the excess stitch was cut. The medic said softly, "Ok, let em' go." Whumpee groaned as the pressure released from their body.

Whumpee touched the bruises on the side of their face. "Ffff, you could've put weight on the side that doesn't hurt, caretaker".

Caretaker reached over to give some reassurance,

"Don't touch me."

Tears came to whumpee's eyes as they glared at caretaker, they were already feeling vunerable, now they felt overwhelmed with betrayal.

Caretaker felt the sting of that look, "Listen, this was done out of pure love. We couldn't leave you like that."

"Fuck you". Whumpee said quietly as they wiped away a tear and started to drag themselves away from caretaker, they didn't get far... mewling as they grinded through pain to get to the corner of the room. They faced the wall and curled up. The aches couldn't help but spill out, they took a shakey deep breath and settled there.

The medic whispered to caretaker, "Don't take it personally, clearly they haven't slept for days, they're in a lot of pain right now, this will pass."

Caretaker calls medic friend;

"Listen, my friend here has had a rough few days, they've had a run in with some bad folks. I'm not even sure how to fully explain this but my concern is that they have these barbed metal pieces lodged in their chest.

I think it was from some kind of electro shock they endured. Uhh... like I said, I don't know how to explain, can you just come and check it out?"

Caretaker and medic stood by as whumpee laid on the couch, whumpee's eyes full of anxiety. The medic assessed the metal pieces protruding from whumpee's chest. The medic sighed, "We need to remove these... Now.

They're already looking like your body's rejecting them."

Whumpee cut in, "No, no way. I can't even watch anything medical, let alone having it, we're not doing this." The medic gave them a stern look... Whumpee put a hand over their chest, pushed the medic back while shaking their head. "Like I said. No way."

The medic pulled the caretaker into the next room. "We got a problem, those things need to come out and they're not going to just let us. We can't afford to play around here. I hate to say this, but you're going to have to hold them down. We need a solid surface so take them to floor and we'll go from there."

Caretaker felt guilty already. He followed the medic back to whumpee as the medic started to explain what was about to happen.

Immediately whumpee began to protest. "Definately not. There's gotta be something else." Whumpee's mind raced, "Can you knock me out first? I don't want to feel this. I don't care how... Can you?" The medic thought for a moment, "Look, honestly, I got sedatives but those people gave you drugs and they're likely still lingering in your system, sorry, we really can't."

The medic gestured at caretaker, "Sorry buddy... there's truely no other way".

Caretaker and medic grabbed and pulled whumpee shouting a struggling onto the floor. Caretaker, using his knees and hands, pinned whumpee's arms and head down while the medic went to work.

"Get off me! Ugh, fffffk, stop!"

Whumpee growled, cried and shook as the medic managed to pull the first barbed piece of metal out.

Whumpee fought with every strength they had as the medic began to work on the second barb which was deeper than the first. Pain surged through their body like wildfire. Through grit teeth they let out another deep growl and suddenly they stopped fighting, their body went limp and eyes rolled back, as they slipped into unconsciousness.

Caretaker and the medic looked at eachother, the medic did a quick scan... "We're going to keep going. Keep holding them... They're still breathing. They might grudge on you after this but they will be alright."

Whumpee laid unconcious on caretaker's lounge;

Caretaker had been watching over them. He saw some blood on the shoulder of whumpee's t-shirt and touched to see if was coming from their arm. The moment caretaker's hand made contact, like a flash whumpee flinched and jolted awake, their eyes taking a moment to adjust to surroundings, "Caretaker?"

Gazing at caretaker with hazy vision, as drugs were still lingering in their system. Whumpee cringed, sucking air through their teeth, "Whoa... why's everything hurt right now?"

Whumpee was left laying on a carpark ground. Their captors called caretaker stating "we went too far, come and get them".

After three days of torture, whumpee was not in good shape.

Caretaker came to pick them up, he felt it was his fault, it was a mess he'd been apart of, now whumpee had suffered greatly for it.

He arrived to see whumpee's limp, beaten body sprawled on the ground. He softly touched the back of their neck.

"I'm so sorry buddy, c'mon" as he gently picked them up by the arm and heaved them over his shoulder. "Let's go".