I should have noticed. I'm sorry. I hid it well.
Dr. Ben Weber & Dr. Kian Amini inKrank Berlin Ep #7

And just like that I have a new character with issues and a sad past to obsess over. This series was great, it has a lot going on & really fleshed out its characters… ones I didn’t like in the beginning became some of my favourites over the 8 episodes. And Ben… just Ben. I loved how he couldn’t just sit at home in the last episode and went to help, knowing he’d be putting himself at further risk. Ugh! I highly recommend this series. I need a season 2!!

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle
— DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09 Straight To Hell

Well well well… I knew he’d be in the show, and I’ve put off watching it for some unknown reason, but now I kinda have to watch it!

Face cards for ALFIE AND HARRIS

Okay, so earlier in the year we all saw me decide on the Jason Isaacs as the doctor in a Cure for Wellness for Harris but I FOUND ALFIE.

This actor especially in his role in Vienna Blood, looks just as I imagined Alfie (except always rumpled). I love him so much.

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I *love* this face card!! For a change it wasn’t too far off how I see them when I’m reading except Harris had greyer hair & Alfie had black hair and was a little smaller.

They get placed in the hospital by accident. But communication is poor and once insanity is reported as a fact, it’s easy to doubt everything that comes from the patient’s mouth.

Whumpee so desperately wants to contact their family… their friends, but the doctors say, “In due course, don’t worry about that just yet.”

After all the patient is clearly upset and the usual lock down period observed upon admittance seems to be more appropriate than usual in this case.

So later… By the time their friends do come, Whumpee’s treatment has already begun. They’ve already settled into this new life by force. And dulled by medications, they have trouble registering those they so desperately asked for before.

The way that this kinda fits a story idea I’ve had rolling around my mind for like two years but been scared to put it out there though 👀

@bumpthumpwhump If you do, I'd be so excited to read it!!! I promise I am guaranteed to enjoy ALL psych whump so tell that anxiety to go hang out by itself and tag me when you post it!!

It’s a very rough idea but I’m gonna try to write it out and see where it goes! @whatiswhump I’ll tag you on it!

They get placed in the hospital by accident. But communication is poor and once insanity is reported as a fact, it’s easy to doubt everything that comes from the patient’s mouth.

Whumpee so desperately wants to contact their family… their friends, but the doctors say, “In due course, don’t worry about that just yet.”

After all the patient is clearly upset and the usual lock down period observed upon admittance seems to be more appropriate than usual in this case.

So later… By the time their friends do come, Whumpee’s treatment has already begun. They’ve already settled into this new life by force. And dulled by medications, they have trouble registering those they so desperately asked for before.

The way that this kinda fits a story idea I’ve had rolling around my mind for like two years but been scared to put it out there though 👀

Redwood Psychiatric Institute - Part 7

MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6

CWs: THIS IS A HEAVY ONE PLEASE READ THESE AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION - medical gaslighting, ECT mentions, disordered eating, forced NG tube (nasogastric) intubation, description of forced intubation, IV cannula, forced drugging

"I know you're lying to me." James ground out.

"James, you are ill. You are schizophrenic, and you have trouble telling reality from hallucination. I am your doctor, and I know what is best for you. And right now, what's best is for you to continue your treatments here."

"No, no, none of this is can be real, I'm - my name isn't James, it's- it's-" James stuttered. His hand trembled in the straight jacket he had been restrained in. "Why, why can't I remember?" His unruly dark hair obscured his wide eyes, pupils dilated from the medications.

"You're making things worse for yourself, James. Take a deep breath, and take some more medications. It'll make you feel much better." Doctor Wilson held out a wax paper cup filled with pills.

James shook his head as he backed into the padded wall of his room. "No, get them away from me. AWAY!" He began to scream, and realising he was trapped there rendered his flight instinct inert, he began to rock back and forth on his heels in a desperate attempt to soothe himself.

"James. Calm down. You are being dramatic. You need to take a deep breath."

James began to attempt to tear himself free from the straight jacket to no avail, letting out a frustrated animalistic cry.

"Why-"

"You can take a nice long nap and calm down." Doctor Wilson put the cup down, realising James wasn't going to let himself be soothed easily. The doctor instead pulled a hypodermic syringe out, and the boy began to scream.

"Can I have some assistance?" He called to the orderlies standing outside the cell. They rushed in, effortlessly pinning James to the floor. The orderlies pulled James' pants down to allow the Doctor access to his patient's bottom. Doctor Wilson swiftly jabbed the hypodermic into the muscle, earning him an indignant cry.

"No.. no.." James stuttered, as they pulled away from him. He attempted to pull himself to his feet, but tripped over himself, the drug already leaving him unsteady and out of it.

"Sh, my boy." Doctor Wilson soothed, helping his patient onto the bed. "You can rest now."

James eyelids, with his pupils blown wide, slowly drifted shut as he slumped over on the bed.

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When James awoke, he decided to make a plan. He didn't trust Doctor Wilson anymore. There were gaps in his memory, and things that just didn't make sense.

And he was sure that his name wasn't really James - but what was it then?

He started by figuring out how to stop his meds. The nurses would check that he had taken them. He started crushing one or two in the side of his jaw, and swallowing the rest. The crushed pills were small enough that they weren't super noticeable, and as long as the nurses didn't see whole pills leftover. Once they left, he'd spit out the crushed tablets. Eliminating one or two of the medications certainly help to clear up his fatigue and drowsiness, but he had other symptoms instead - headaches, fevers, sore eyes. He just had to deal with it. He needed to stop the medication more.

Then, he stopped eating. Just in case the food was also drugged. But he also did it as a protest. He wanted to show Doctor Wilson that he was still in control. It started with a sausage here, some oatmeal there. He would just cut down gradually, and one one would notice until it was too late.

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"For the last time James, eat up." The orderly, Dan, sighed as the boy pushed his tray away from him.

"'Mm not hungry." James muttered.

"You're being stubborn. You haven't eaten in 4 days. Eat up, or I'll have no choice but to call Doctor Wilson."

James didn't look up. "Don't care."

"Fine. I give up." The orderly picked up the walkie talkie hanging from his white scrubs. "Doctor Wilson, James is refusing to eat again and he's refusing meds."

"Take him to Treatment Room 2. I'll meet you there." The Doctor commanded.

The burly orderly bent down and scooped up James in one arm.

"Dan, please, please don't do this!" James began to sob.

He screamed and kicked, but he was a fairly scrawny young man, and with the lack of food, he was no match for the orderly, who dragged him down the hall with ease.

"Here." The orderly tapped his keycard on the door reader, and pushed the door open, revealing an exam table reminiscent of a dentist's chair. He place James onto the table, and began to strap him using the standard medical restraints, straps at his forehead, wrists, chest, hips, legs and ankles.

"Let me go!!" James screamed, fighting against the restraints with all the strength he had left. "You can't do this!!"

"I'm sorry buddy. It's for your own good." The orderly patted his forehead.

Doctor Wilson stepped into the room and locked eyes with James. Dan immediately backed away, planting himself in the corner of the room.

To the doctor, Jamess looked absolutely feral, his eyes red raw from crying and sleep deprivation, his hair greasy and unkempt, and his frame thin and wiry.

"Oh James, I was so hoping it wouldn't come to this." Doctor Wilson tutted, as he walked up the exam chair. He tilted James' chin, examining the boy's face closer. "You're sneaking off your meds, too." He said - a statement, not a question. "You had been doing so well.. All that progress we've achieved. Gone."

Doctor Wilson sighed, then nodded to the orderly, who began to set up a cart with medical tools and devices. Both men snapped on nitrile gloves and then pulled on medical masks.

"What are you doing?" James asked in a high-pitched tone, clearly frightened.

"Getting you back to health, my boy." Doctor Wilson smiled sadly behind the mask. "Clearly you can't be trusted to do the right thing for yourself."

Dan unpackaged a sterile butterfly needle, which he passed to the Doctor. The orderly wiped down James' elbow with an alcohol wipe, then tied a rubber band above the area. Doctor Wilson brought the needle to James' vein, and the boy whimpered.

"Relax James, you're in good hands." Doctor Wilson hushed, before sliding the needle into the vein.

It smarted, and James winced, looking away as a drop of blood bubbled up from the wound. The Doctor removed the needle and replaced it with tubing, setting up an IV which he hooked to a bag of solution on a stand. James looked to the bag as the solution began to drip through the tubing into his vein.

"What's in there?" He asked weakly.

The Doctor ignored him, and instead began to pull more tubing out from packaging. He held it up and measured it in front of James' face, who squirmed uncomfortably against the strap across his forehead. The Doctor then covered the tip in some kind of gel, held the tube under James' left nostril, and before he could react, the tube was being shoved up his nostril.

Shocked, James began to try to wrest his head away, but the restraints held tight, even as the tube slid further and further up his nose, down the back of his throat, and further, further down. James couldn't help but cough and gag on the tubing, the foreign sensation awfully unwelcome in his system. Even when he thought it couldn't possibly go any further, it did. Finally, finally, it was over. He drew in choked, panicked breaths through his mouth as his body was wracked with silent gasping sobs.

"All done." Doctor Wilson said, his voice void of any care or emotion for his patient. The orderly stepped up and helped the doctor tape the other end of the tube against James' cheek, then attached the tubing to a container sitting on the IV pole, which was filled with an odd liquid. Before long, the liquid began to trickle through the tube and down his nostril. He shuddered at the horrible sensation of the cold liquid sliding down the tube, straight into his stomach.

Doctor Wilson then adjusted the settings on the IV. "Get some sleep. You'll need it."

The Doctor left. Dan stayed for a moment, making sure the Doctor was out of sight before he bent down to whisper in James' ear. "I'm sorry it had to come to that. But you left me with no choice.." He wiped a tear from James' cheek. "Get your rest while you can."

Dan stood, and with a sad sigh, shut the door behind him as he left the room.

James was left in silence. He stared up at the cieling, the odd tear slipping down his cheek, James felt his head becoming cloudy. His limbs felt light, as though they weren't tethered to his body anymore. He was floating. His eyelids however, were heavy as lead. The longer he stared, the harder it was to stay awake, and before long, his consciousness faded and he slipped into darkness.

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Loved this update! You could really feel his terror & I could picture the treatment room scene perfectly in my mind. Looking forward to the next update!

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I knew this was Tom Keen before I even checked the tags 😂

@whumpgifathon | Day 12: “Forced Injection”

Daimon Helstrom in Helstrom 1x09

This show doesn’t get enough love for the whump that’s in it, or enough love in general! Great show, and seeing these have inspired me to do a rewatch

Folks, im deleting my account tonight. Its just run its course and I've gotten all that I can get out of it.

So thanks to 3500 of you for sticking around while I bored u with LMG whump😅, and thanks to all the amazing chats I've had with you all along the way. Its been a great community to be a part of for 8 years!!

I wish you guys all the best,

Lots of love!!😘😘😘

What??????? Noo don't leave leave,

take a break,

step back,

take a stroll,

Have a cuppa,

Smoke some kippers..

Rest and revive..

have a kit kat..

But leave 😱

That's drastic...

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Originally posted by givemegifs

@whump-they-it-is Bored with LMG????? NO blessed with your work is what we've been

I can’t say anything more than the way these two have reacted! Leave your blog up for us all to enjoy & take a break for a while? If you do leave although we didn’t interact much I will miss seeing your posts!!