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Whumpee waiting for help to come while they try not to bleed out.
Whumpee holding tight to their bloody wound as best they can, taking deep, slow breaths.
Whumpee feeling the hot, slick blood all over their fingers, and knowing it’s theirs, and knowing what it means.
Whumpee feeling dizzy and strange, feeling the pain not disappear, but start to go somewhere far away.
Whumpee struggling to stay conscious– help’s going to come, it is. They just have to hold out. They just have to believe it.
Whumpee leaning against the wall, staring upward as the blood dips down.
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