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So, the idea here is to write 31 'oneshot-style' whump shorts of varying length and pain scale.
Let’s start with… Hondo
They had just returned to Black Betty after what seemed like a five-hour mission. In reality it had lasted less than an hour.
His chest hurt more than he’d like to admit. Probably because of the unexpected kick he’d taken in the center of his chest.
“How are you feeling?” Deacon asked, dipping his head down to meet Hondo’s eyes.
“I’ll be alright…” Hondo answered, “Just got the air knocked out of me good.”
“It’ll help if you sit up straight…” Street commented, looking over at Hondo’s hunched form.
Hondo frowned and attempted to sit up straighter, only to let out a groan and leaned forward again.
“Okay, you’re getting checked out when we get back.” Chris said leaving no room for discussion.
“It’s nothing…”
“Hey, better safe than sorry…” Luca shrugged from behind the wheel, “Could have a broken rib, y’know…”
“No, I bet it’s just bruised…” Hondo replied, trying to force himself to relax even though his chest hurt like hell.
Okay, that’s the first one down.