Cw: mcd
Whumpee never gave up hope. They fought against their captors every day in hopes that it would pay off when their team found them. Soon, whumpee always said. But as time went on, their wounds took longer and longer to heal, and the cough wasn't going away. Their fever rose and even the guards looked concerned. Whumpee fought them all back as much as they could. They didn't need anyone else's help except for their team. At least, that's what they kept telling themselves. Eventually they were weak enough that they weren't able to fight being slid onto a gurney. The overhead lights were dimming in Whumpee's eyes as the staff's voices blended together. Finally, they closed their eyes for the last time and sighed deeply. Their team would come soon, they were just going to take a little nap.
