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A Gun Amonst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 17: What About Us?

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image is from Pinterest, OG creator unknown

A/N: Chapter title taken from P!nk's song of the same name, What About Us

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Jake’s really into his feelings, unconsciousness, medical setting, swearing, the author’s an asshole (you’ll see…)

Word Count: 3.3k

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Bear slept for days; her body too weary for anything else except passing out and doing her best to heal after the traumatizing last few weeks. She wasn’t alone in her room though. Jake had hardly budged from the chair he sat in, watching her closely, like he half-expected her to vanish if he left or looked away for even a second. No one knew what to do, Bear had dropped a bomb on the conference room table like she had known what her team needed. She was funny like that, always managing to care for others even when she was the one needing a break.

But as she slept, the days passed by slowly. The mission had happened damn near a month ago and its effects were still being uncovered day by day. “Jake. Jake. Come on man, you need to shower.” Coyote had been trying to coax Jake to leave the room for the past two days, but nothing had worked. “I know you’re worried about her, but she isn’t going to magically wake up if you keep starin’ at her.”

“I know.” Jake’s voice was small, such a contrast from the loud, boisterous personality with an equally loud voice that everyone knew and some loved. “Five more minutes?”

“Man, come on. Please. You said five minutes 25 minutes ago,” Coyote was growing more and more frustrated by the second. He didn’t know what had happened to Bear, didn’t want to know, but even then, he was still trying to wrangle his best friend into taking care of himself. “I’ll get Fireball or Nix to come sit with her while you shower, okay?”

Jake watched Coyote step out for a moment to call or text someone to come and sit with Bear. Deep down, Jake knew that there would be no shortage of takers. Bear was loved by her team and damn near everyone who knew her, plus he had been occupying the room for nearly 5 days, someone likely had something that they wanted to say to her without him around. “I miss you, Teddy,” he muttered, squeezing her hand before placing it back on top of the covers. “Please be okay.”

He sat in silence for a while, eyes flicking over the healing bruises, the bandages, and the drab hospital gown that covered her. She was still Bear in every way that mattered, but the question was, would she remember him? Would she remember the chaste cheek kiss nearly a month ago now, how she called him Flyboy? God, he hoped so.

Jake was broken from his reverie when Phoenix came into the room. “Hey Bagman.” Her voice was soft like she was speaking to a frightened child instead of her teammate. “How’s our girl?”

“Breathing. I know they did something to her oxygen earlier,” he replied, gazing down at her face, tracing its lines with his eyes. “Apparently she’s doing better than expected.”

“That’s great.” Phoenix didn’t know how to proceed with this conversation. The man before her was so far from the Jake she knew and she didn’t know how to handle it. “That’s really good.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah. She’s a fighter.” Tears were pricking his eyes and Jake quickly blinked them back. “Thanks for staying with her.”

“Hey. It’s not a problem. Should warn you that Bradshaw insisted on tagging along. I think he feels bad,” Phoenix told him, settling in the chair next to him. “But,” she whispered conspiratorially, leaning in close. “I won’t let him take your seat. How’s that?”

“Thank you.” Jake stood up slowly. His joints popped as he unfolded himself from the chair he had sat vigil in for the better part of five days and gave Bear one last longing look before leaving the room, Coyote following close behind. The pair was silent the entire way to the barracks, Jake lost in his head. He couldn’t understand why Bear had done what she had done. He wasn’t worth torture. No one here was. It didn’t make sense why Hazard had done what he had either. Why would a man throw away his life and career for a… terrorist? Risk everything for what? Money? A deluded sense of belonging?

Nothing made sense to him and he was too afraid to ask Javy or anyone else lest he had dreamed the whole thing. It still felt surreal having her back in his life. Sure Bear was unconscious and more than likely traumatized, but she was here, she was whole, and Jake desperately hoped that she’d be his when all was said and done.

They had made it back to the barracks and Jake sat down on his bed, biting his cheek. “Thanks for lookin’ out for me,” he mumbled at Coyote’s back, not caring if the other man heard him or not. He just had to get these words off his chest.

“It’s not a problem, Seresin. Trust me, you’re a pain in the ass, but you’re also my best friend, so I can’t be too mad,” Javy replied with a wave of his hand. “You don’t gotta thank me.”

Jake gave him an appreciative look, not trusting himself to speak his gratitude aloud. Javy buzzed around the room for a while longer as Jake flopped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was still desperate for answers. Hell, he had been searching for them since he had found out Bear’s fate weeks prior. Jake had been neck deep in evidence and documents as he worked with Bug, who now insisted he call her Priya, Fireball, and Flare, wherever she was, to find whoever had been responsible for this act of terrorism and after all of that, he still barely knew which way was up. But she was safe. Bear was here. That’s all he needed.

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An hour or two later, Jake made his way down the halls to the infirmary to retake his place next to Bear’s bed. The halls were strangely empty as he walked along, there was none of the hustle and bustle that was characteristic of the Air Base, and to top it all off, it was quiet. He could distantly hear jets taking off in the background, and saw a few people he didn’t recognize, but that wasn’t unusual given the size of the base, so Jake thought nothing of it.

He continued on, waving to a few of the Seals he thought he knew and they returned the gesture. Jake felt refreshed, having showered and taken a brief nap in the time since he’d left Bear’s bedside, and he was ready to talk to her if she should be awake. If not, well, his phone was fully charged and he had the book that he was still working his way through, he could wait.

After all, he’d waited this long.

He entered the room, noting that neither Rooster not Phoenix were inside. The second chair wasn’t beside the bed, it was tucked in the corner, but this was all forgotten when he locked eyes with Bear. “Teddy…” he breathed, seeing her sat up in bed, looking out the window. Her skin was ghastly pale, eyes having lost their usual spark, but that was likely from everything she had been through, and he couldn’t blame her. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” Her words were short and clipped, almost like she didn’t want to talk to him at all. Which made no sense to him. Bear had been ready to say something to him in the conference room, just before she’d passed out. Why would she act like this?

Jake tried again. “I missed you, you know? I was a wreck, ask Bug or whoever else. They’ll tell you that I cried like a baby.” He was going for humor but was once again shot down in his attempts to talk to her.

“I didn’t ask you to do that. To mourn me.”

“I know you didn’t,” Jake said weakly. This wasn’t his Bear. It couldn’t be. But it looked like her, sounded like her, so this must be her. Why wouldn’t it be? “But I care about you, Teddy. I always have. You know this.”

Bear snorted, her eyes focused on a point over his shoulder. She couldn’t even stand to look at him. How could she? “Do I know that? Or do I just know what you're telling me?”

“Bear, I love you! I have been in love with you since the training exercise back on base! Why would I have lost sleep over you if I didn’t want you or care for you?” Jake was getting louder with each word and was practically screaming by the end. This didn’t make sense. Bear would never say this to him, would she?

But his pondering was cut off by a snort. “You honestly think I wanted you?” Bear rolled her eyes at him, fed up with his insistence.

“Bear please!” He was nearly pleading now, but that didn’t seem to change the iron stare of the woman in front of him. The woman who he had thought loved him. “You can’t be serious!”

“You were a distraction. A plaything. And do you know the worst part, Jake, do you know what that is? No? I’ll tell you. You. Weren’t. Worth. It.” Each word was punctuated by her stepping closer to him. “You were never worth it.”

“When did she stand up?” Jake thought distantly, but his attention was grabbed by the next words Bear spat at him.

“I should have left you to rot in the desert. Saved my own ass, protected my team like I swore to do. I didn’t sign up to defend little boys with no sense of self-preservation. You want to hear me say it again, Jake? You. Weren’t. Worth. Saving.”

Tears were now falling freely down his face as each word Bear threw at him found its mark deep in his heart. She was ruthless, cruel, and held no regard for his feelings. This couldn’t be what they had made her into. This wasn’t right. Did she really regret saving him? But FAK had told him that… No. It didn’t matter. Bear clearly didn’t feel the same as she had before the mission. How could she claim to have feelings and throw these words around so carelessly? “Fine. Whatever. So you regret saving my ass,” Jake fired back, his face red as tears streamed down his cheeks. “So why did you? Why did you save me if you were just ‘playing’ with me? Why?”

“Because you put yourself in danger and I was never going to hear the end of it if I just left you. My career would be over!” Bear’s grin was mocking as she shoved his own anger back in his face, laughing as she did. “I was a better leader before you, and I will be a great one without you. I hate to say it, but you were little more to me than a rock in my boot, Seresin. A pretty one, sure. But a pain nonetheless.”

“Bear…” One last try. One last plea for her to come to her senses. “Please.” Jake’s heart was shattering in his chest the longer he stood before Bear, raw emotion choking him as he tried to rearrange his thoughts to fit the picture she was painting for him. Bear was standing here as casually as she could, acting like her every word wasn’t single-handedly destroying every treasured moment of the two of them that he held.

“You loved a lie, Jake. I never cared. You should know what that’s like, Flyboy.” Her nickname for him, so callously thrown out, like she didn’t care, like she couldn’t bring herself to care. “You did this all the time. Out of the both of us, you have the reputation as a heart breaker.”

Jake physically recoiled from her. His chest had been filled with uncertainty since he’d entered the room, but now? Now it was almost as if Bear had reached into his chest and pulled his heart out, squeezing it in her hands. She didn’t care. She had never cared. It hit him like a sack of stones, dazing him and he pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to block it all out, trying to make sense of it all. Jake swallowed back bile, desperately scanning her face for any sign that she could be lying, but there was none. Just the blank face of the woman he loved staring back at him, and he could only hope that this was some kind of twisted prank meant to torment him.

Or maybe this was the new Bear. The one who didn’t care for him or his feelings. She was jaded, ruined by the men Hazard had led to her. A shell of the vibrant person he had fallen in love with. A fraction of the woman that had stolen his heart. Jake watched numbly as she climbed back into bed and turned away from him, feeling something slap at his arm. Twice more, this thing jabbed him in the shoulder until he shot up with a strangled gasp, the air in his lungs punching out like he’d gotten a boot to the chest.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Jake blew out a breath. Bear hadn’t said what she did. That was a dream, an amalgamation of his worst fears coming to haunt him, to make him regret everything. The thing was, it had almost worked. But Bear was alive, and while he didn’t know how she was, Jake knew that she was nothing like the woman masquerading as Bear in his nightmare. She wasn’t capable of it. Not even after everything she had likely been through. Her “words” were in his head because he had dreamt it, not because they had actually been said.

“Jake? You good man? You look like you saw a ghost.” It was Coyote’s voice that pulled him from his mind, jolting him back to reality. The reality where he was sat on his bunk, rubbing sleep from his eyes

“Yeah. Just a wicked nightmare. When did I fall asleep?” Jake scarcely recognized his own voice with how ragged it sounded to his own ears.

“You crashed, like the second you lay down. You were just out,” Javy replied, eyeing his best friend suspiciously. “Are you okay?”

“I will be.”

Coyote didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyways, stepping closer with the sandwich he’d snagged from the mess. “Eat something, man. Then go shower. You smell like nightmares and sweat. Bear isn’t gonna want to kiss your landfill smellin’ ass.”

Jake’s cheeks were puffed out from the mouthful of his sandwich. “Fuck you,” he tried to say through the bread and meat, but it came out in a muffled series of noises that just made Javy snort.

“Yeaaaah, she’s definitely not gonna want to put her face anywhere near that.” Javy was relishing in the indignant look Jake gave him, chuckling at the barely hidden laughter that had returned to his friend’s eyes.

“I know where you can put your face,” Jake shot back. “How about you kiss my ass and leave Bear the hell alone?” For the first time in weeks, Jake’s face had lit up. He was coming back into who he used to be, but underneath the sparkle in those now-bright green eyes lurked sadness at his own inability to help.

Javy smirked, throwing a towel at Jake’s head. “I would, but you’d like it too much.”

The blond man groaned. “Fucking Hell, Javy.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!”

“I pity your girlfriend.”

“Low blow, man. Low blow.” Coyote had pretended to stumble back, clutching his chest and staring up at Jake like the man had stabbed him. “You leave my honey outta this.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. It felt normal. Like the two of them were healing, like the world was right once more. It took them both a while to calm down, the silence in the room punctuated with small snorts of laughter and the occasional wheeze as they both tried to catch their breath. “Please. You’re tellin’ me that she wouldn’t drag your ass?”

“She already does man. Chewed me out for yellin’ at you too. Called you an ass, but told me to be nice,” Javy replied, wiping tears from his eyes. “God I love her.”

Jake grinned at his best friend. “You gonna wife her up anytime soon? Or do I have to use my charm to show T how it’s done?”

“Bullshit. You got lucky with Bear. She don’t dig white boys, you know that.”

“Fair enough. Fair enough.” Jake lifted his palms in mock-surrender. “I know when I’m beat.”

“Mmhmm. Bear’s got you whipped, man.” Javy watched as Jake’s face softened. His eyes had brightened and he sat up a little straighter. It was like watching a flower perk up after a rainstorm, and Javy knew that his best friend was in love with the bedridden Navy Seal a few buildings away. “Pretty sure she’s had your balls since day one.”

“I might’ve handed them to her, I honestly don’t know.”

The black man snorted. “Alright, alright. I told Bradshaw that I’d get your pasty simp ass into the shower and back so he could go eat, let’s go.” He clapped his hands, grinning as Jake hauled himself up with a groan. “C’mon. Move it.”

“I’m comin’. I’m comin’. Calm your tits dude,” Jake said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his shower stuff and a clean set of clothes.

“Please tell me that isn’t how you talk dirty to Bear… Honey’s gonna be so disappointed in her if you caught her with lines like that.” Coyote shoved him towards the showers, following him. “Now, I’d wait. But I’ve got to call my mama in…” he trailed off, checking his watch. “12 minutes. And if you’re gonna be an angsty shit, I’d remember that you have a hungry Chicken in the same room as your girl. So move it, or lose her.”

The shit-eating grin on Coyote’s face was enough to make Jake snort as he passed by his friend. “Go on then. I can shower by myself.”

“Awww. Who’s a big boy?” Javy replied with a loud cackle of a laugh at the face Jake pulled. “Okay man. See you in a bit.”

“Later asshole. You know where to find me,” Jake yelled back, flipping Javy off as he undressed.

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Stepping under the cold spray of the shower shocked Jake back to his dream. Bear couldn’t possibly feel that way, could she? This was the thought that raced through his mind as Jake stood stock-still, feeling the water sluicing down his body. Bear had made that decision for a reason. Wracked with guilt in those initial days after learning Bear’s fate, he had sought out FAK in help of understanding what had happened.

FAK’s tone had been gentle, the medic having more of an understanding of Bear’s motivations. They had sat with him as they restitched his leg, talking the whole time. Jake had learned a lot from this conversation; Bear had cared enough about him to come after him. She had put herself in harm’s way to save him for a reason. FAK hadn’t known what that reasoning was, and they didn’t care to speculate, but the medic had assured him that it must have been significant.

And as Jake stood, rinsing soap from his body, that reason hit him. It slammed into his chest quick and fast. In all honesty, it felt like launching from a carrier; a jolt followed by a lurch that moved through both you and the aircraft. It was indescribable to someone who had never experienced it, but Jake knew. This time he understood why Bear had risked herself for him. He didn’t like it, but he understood. It was because she loved him, it made no sense otherwise. So she had to, Bear had to love him back.

FAK had known but couldn’t say, Bug knew, hell, Jake was certain that his entire team knew. But were those feelings the truth, or just imagined? There was only one way to find out. The mere thought had him shutting the shower off abruptly, standing stock-still for a moment to evaluate what exactly he was planning on doing. He would confess first, she couldn’t because of her rank, but he could say something.

Jake could confess his love.

He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head. This was insane. But Jake knew that taking risks was part of his job, it was partially who he was. So he threw on clean pants and a hoodie, redoing his shoes before racing off through the locker room and across base, all the way to Bear’s bedside.

It was always better late than never. Right?

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A/N: I’m going to be crucified by some of you, so I’m going to stand… over here and try not to die 😅

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workersolidarity · 4 months

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🇵🇸🇮🇱 ,🏥 🚨

WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION DELIVERS AID TO AL-SHIFA HOSPITAL, CALLS EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT A "BLOODBATH"

The World Health Organization (WHO) organized a joint mission with the United Nations (UN) to deliver medical supplies and aid to al-Shifa Hospital complex, located in Rimal, a neighborhood in the north of Gaza City.

The WHO describes al-Shifa Hospital as "currently minimally functional" and "needs to resume at least basic operations" in order to continue serving the "thousands in need of life saving healthcare," according to a Press release.

The WHO mission delivered medicines, surgical supplies, orthopedic surgery equipment, anesthesia materials and drugs to al-Shifa Hospital.

Al-Shifa Hospital had been Gaza's largest hospital complex, however, since an Occupation raid on the complex launched on November 15th and multiple strikes by Occupation war planes, al-Shifa now houses only a handful of doctors, a few nurses, and approximately 70 volunteers.

WHO staff described the hospital complex as suffering from "unbelievably challenging circumstances" and called it a "hospital in need of resuscitation."

Operating rooms and other major services remain non-functional due to a lack of fuel, oxygen, specialized medical staff and supplies.

The hospital is currently only capable of providing basic trauma stabilization, but has no blood for transfusion and is nearly empty of staff to care for the constant flow of patients. Dialysis is being provided to approximately 30 patients a day, with the dialysis machines operating 24/7.

The WHO team described the Emergency Department of al-Shifa as a "bloodbath", with hundreds of injured Palestinians inside, and new patients arriving every minute.

Patients with trauma injuries are being sutured on the floor, with only limited, if any, pain management.

WHO staff says the Emergency Department at al-Shifa is so full, that extra care must be taken not to step on the patients lying on the floor. More critical patients are being transferred to al-Ahli Arab Hospital for surgeries, a local hospital located in the Zeitoun neighborhood of Gaza City.

The WHO points out that tens of thousands of displaced Palestinians are using the hospital building and grounds for shelter, arguing a more prolonged, multi-pronged approach is needed to provide them with food, water and shelter.

Al-Shifa Hospital continues to experience a severe shortage of food and safe, potable water for health worker, patients, and displaced Palestinians.

"This reflects grave and growing concerns around persistent hunger across the Gaza Strip, and the consequences of malnutrition on people’s health and susceptibility to infectious diseases," the WHO said.

Currently, al-Ahli Arab Hospital remains the only hospital partially functional hospital in north Gaza, along with three minimally functional hospitals- al-Shifa, Al Awda and the Al Sahaba Medical Complex- down from the 24 that existed before Israel's genocide war on Palestinians in Gaza began on October 7th.

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dayinadream · 5 months

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Director of Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza:

-The situation in the hospital is very difficult amid the ongoing Israeli blockade.

-Israeli drones target anyone entering or leaving the hospital.

-We have 65 injuries, including 12 children in intensive care, 6 children with serious injuries, and 3,000 displaced people.

-The IOF targeted the hospital's water system, and we had to rely on groundwater.

-No electricity, water, or food in the hospital.

-The IOF shelled the maternity ward.

-Three children in the hospital lost their lives in the last three days due to a shortage of oxygen.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #israel #signal boost #social justice #human rights #healthcare

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cavalierzee · 2 months

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Israel Is "Engineering Famine" In Gaza

Amnesty International says Israel is “engineering famine” in Gaza. Organization head Agnes Callamard adds, “all states that cut UNRWA funding, sold weapons and supported Israel bear responsibility too.”

Yazan Al-Kafarna, a 9-year-old Palestinian boy with cerebral palsy, was forced to flee the Israeli invasion of Beit Hanoun with his family to southern Gaza. Recently, Yazan’s health deteriorated due to a shortage of food and oxygen.

Today, Yazan passed away due to insufficient healthcare and a lack of specialized food for his condition at Abu Youssef Al-Najjar Hospital, exacerbated by the Israeli blockade of Gaza.

Biden and Netanyahu did this. Media justified it. Institutions protected it. Protestors lost jobs and reputations fighting it. We will never forget. Or forgive.

Abdul Rahman Al-Dahdouh, an elderly Palestinian, died due to severe dehydration and malnutrition as a result of Israel’s continuous prevention of food convoys from reaching northern parts of Gaza.

Israel did this. With the full support of the US and Britain. We must ensure every criminal who played a role in this genocide faces justice.

Future generations will not forgive us if we don’t.

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intersectionalpraxis · 4 months

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Let's Talk Palestine's latest updates on their free broadcast channel on Instagram:

December 11th, 2023 [EST]

🚨🚨🚨 Israeli forces are besieging 2 hospitals in northern Gaza:

(1) the Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza, which is surrounded by tanks. Its director says: “Israeli drones target anyone entering or leaving the hospital; We are sheltering 3,000 displaced people; 3 children in the hospital died in the last three days due to a shortage of oxygen; Israel targeted the hospital’s water system”

(2) Al-Awda Hospital has been under “total siege” by Israeli forces since Dec 5th. Doctors Without Borders, which is operating there, today announced that one of its surgeons was shot while inside.

Israeli snipers surround the hospital, routinely firing on those inside.

Other updates 🇵🇸

• Official toll surpasses 18,000

• UN Special Rapporteur on Food: “Every single Palestinian in Gaza is going hungry” amidst what he recognized as a genocide

🔻 Hamas announces it targeted Israeli fighters in Khan Younis & northern Gaza, saying several were “killed and wounded” amidst “fierce clashes”

End the illegal occupation, ceasefire permanently, and free Palestine!

#feminist #feminism #social justice #freepalastine🇵🇸#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gazaunderfire #gaza #gazaunderattack #gaza strip #gaza update #current events #israeli war crimes #israel is a terrorist state #settler violence #settler colonialism

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coochiequeens · 6 months

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While world leaders wring their hands the mothers and children of Palestine suffer.

A premature Palestinian baby at the maternity ward of al-Shifa Hospital [Mohammed Al-Masri/Reuters]

By Federica Marsi and Ruwaida Amer

Published On 2 Nov 20232 Nov 2023

Fukhari, Gaza Strip – A rhythmic beep accompanies the mechanical ventilator as it breathes oxygen into a premature baby’s lungs. The thin tube stretching from an oxygen tank pumps life into her fragile body, as a monitor tracks the feeble thump of her heart.

Talia was born on October 6, one day before the outbreak of Israel’s latest war on the Gaza Strip, following a Hamas attack on southern Israel. Her skin has since lost the bluish tinge that had raised alarm among medics at the Nasser Medical Hospital in Khan Younis, in the southern Gaza Strip, but her lungs are not strong enough yet to function on their own.

Hospitals across the Palestinian enclave warn that fuel supplies are running dry amid Israel’s total blockade. Once the generators stop, newborn babies dependent on electric incubators for survival could die within minutes. Already, the fuel shortage has forced Gaza’s only cancer hospital to shut down.

“There is great fear and anxiety for the lives that would be lost,” Asaad al-Nawajha, a paediatric and neonatal specialist at Nasser told Al Jazeera. “We continuously appeal to provide the necessary fuel to operate the hospital’s generators and ensure the safety of children, the sick and the injured in Gaza.”

The hospital’s neonatal emergency unit houses 10 children, some born up to four weeks earlier than their expected due date. The Gaza health ministry estimates that 130 newborn babies are currently dependent on incubators across the strip.

Samar Awad, Talia’s 25-year-old mother, said the baby girl was the child she “had dreamed of,” but that giving birth to her had been far from idyllic.

“The doctor told me that there was water in her lungs and that she needed to be monitored, so I’ve been sleeping with her in the nursery,” Awad said. She has not been able to take her daughter home.

The Gaza Strip has been under relentless bombardment since October 7, when Hamas staged a surprise attack on southern Israel, killing at least 1,400 people. Israel’s bombs have since killed more than 8,700 Palestinians in Gaza, including more than 3,000 children.

Since the Israeli government issued an order to evacuate the northern part of the enclave, the southern districts of Khan Younis and Rafah have been flooded with internally displaced families.

Air strikes have been continuing in the southern Strip despite Israel’s relocation order. Alongside the gut-wrenching fear that a bomb might kill her husband and three-year-old son as they huddle with relatives in Khan Younis, Awad is gripped by the anxiety that the machine that keeps her baby alive might go silent.

“I’m terrified the hospital will run out of fuel,” she said. “I want this war to end, and for my daughter to be home with her brother and her father, who miss her very much.”

A medical worker assists a premature baby who lies in an incubator at the maternity ward of al-Shifa Hospital in Gaza City [Mohammed Al-Masri/Reuters]

The United Nations’ sexual and reproductive health agency, UNFPA, estimated that 50,000 pregnant women have been caught up in the conflict in Gaza, with more than 160 deliveries every day.

About 15 percent of births are forecast to result in complications. “These women need to have access to emergency obstetric care, and that becomes even more challenging with trauma cases coming in and the health system being on its knees,” Dominic Allen, the UNFPA representative for the State of Palestine, told Al Jazeera.

As part of the UN, the UNFPA has been calling for an immediate humanitarian ceasefire. “There needs to be a space and time to ease the human suffering that we are witnessing in Gaza,” Allen said. “Humanitarian aid and supplies must be allowed through.”

At least one-third of hospitals in Gaza — 12 out of 35 — and nearly two-thirds of primary healthcare clinics — 46 out of 72 — have shut down since the start of hostilities due to damage or lack of fuel, increasing the pressure on the remaining health facilities that are still operational, the UN has found.

Israel has allowed a few aid trucks in via the Rafah land crossing with Egypt in recent days. But it has barred the entry of fuel. It classes diesel as a “dual use” good that can be used for military as well as civilian purposes — even though Israel closely monitors all fuel that enters the Gaza Strip, all the way to the final delivery point.

At al-Shifa Hospital in Gaza City, the largest medical compound in the Palestinian enclave, medical staff have described working conditions as “catastrophic”.

“We lack basic necessities for life and are struggling with a severe water shortage,” Nasser Fouad Bulbul, head of the premature and neonatal care departments, said.

As fuel runs out, desalination plants have also shut, leaving hospitals largely unable to ensure the most basic hygiene norms. The UN says that only three litres of water a day are currently available per person in Gaza for basic health requirements including drinking, washing, cooking and flushing the toilet – far lower than the recommended minimum daily amount of 50 litres.

According to the United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF), Gaza’s water facilities are currently pumping five percent of their pre-war daily output, with infant deaths to dehydration a growing threat.

As resources dwindle, the needs are greater than ever. Bulbul said he had noticed an increase in premature births in recent weeks, which he attributed to “fear and terror”.

“We do not know what to do as we are facing a severe shortage of medical supplies, ventilators and essential life-saving medicines,” he added.

Yasmine Ahmed, a midwife at al-Shifa, said most of the babies at the hospital were the only survivors from their families. “There is no one to take care of them and there is the threat that the electricity could cut out, so they would [also] lose their lives,” she said.

For parents who long to hold their newborns in their arms, every day is filled with nerve-racking uncertainty. Lina Rabie, a 27-year-old mother from Khan Younis, struggled for years to conceive a child. Her son was finally born a week before the war began.

“He was born on the first week of the eighth month [of gestation] and doctors told me his life was in danger,” Rabie told Al Jazeera. Marwan, who takes his name from his paternal grandfather, has since been placed in an incubator at the Nasser hospital.

"Every second the war continues, my heart burns with fear for my child and for all children,” Rabie said. “I hope the war will end and my son will recover, then I’ll be able to hug him any time I want.”

(Ruwaida Amer reported from the Gaza Strip, and Federica Marsi from Milan, Italy)

#Palestine #Palestinian mothers and children #Gaza #Children and access to water #Mothers and access to healthcare #Hospitals running out of fuel #50000 pregnant women #160 births a day

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pinkflowerperson · 5 months

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Harrowing scenes

ICU babies transferred to ordinary hospital beds at Al Shifa Hospital in #Gaza to be kept alive with electricity shortages

Israel continues to bomb the hospital, cutting off oxygen supplies and fuel and endangering the lives of the babies.

Desperate measures to keep them alive 👶

#palestine #gaza #i stand with palestine

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tieflingkisser · 5 months

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“We Have Lost the Ability to Provide True Care”

Three doctors describe coping with fatal shortages and agonizing choices in Gaza’s overwhelmed hospitals.

As evening fell in Gaza on October 30th, the Palestinian Health Ministry announced that the Turkish-Palestinian Friendship Hospital had been “severely damaged” in an Israeli airstrike that had destroyed water pipes, electrical infrastructure, and oxygen tank lines. In preceding days, similar strikes have hit areas near Gaza’s Shifa, Al Quds, and Indonesian hospitals, which are sheltering thousands of patients and tens of thousands of displaced people. For the medical workers attempting to keep these hospitals operational, airstrikes are only one of many concerns. Since Israel’s October 7th decision to cut off the besieged enclave’s access to food, water, electricity, and medical supplies, reports from the region have captured harrowing scenes: amputations performed without anesthesia, ice cream trucks turned into makeshift morgues, premature infants kept alive in incubators that rely on quickly dwindling reserves of fuel. Indeed, according to the health ministry, the shortages have been so severe that, combined with the bombings, they have led to the closure of one-third of Gaza’s hospitals and two-thirds of its healthcare clinics. “The health system here is in its last throes,” one Palestinian doctor told Time. “If the electricity goes, that’s it. It just becomes a mass grave.” Amid this desperate situation, Palestinian doctors are nevertheless working around the clock to save as many patients as possible. The toll of those injured in Gaza is currently estimated at more than 21,000. As the number of people grievously wounded in bombardments climbs and resources run out, medical workers face increasingly unbearable choices. Dr. Yousef Al-Akkad, the director of the European Gaza Hospital, describes a capacity shortage so dire that “we have been forced to prioritize: to assess which patient might benefit most from each bed.” Dr. Hammam Alloh speaks of a similar situation at the Aqsa Martyrs and Shifa Hospitals, where a severe lack of equipment and medicine has forced doctors to “prioritize patients who are younger, healthier.” Al-Akkad describes the agony of these impossible calls: “It’s disgusting. It’s such a hard decision to make.” While testifying to the grimness of the current situation, these dispatches also speak to how Israel’s 16-year blockade of Gaza has long forced the enclave’s hospitals to function in suboptimal conditions, without essential supplies. Previous rounds of Israeli bombings had already taken a toll on the quality of care. “We have lived through seven wars,” says Dr. Reda Abu Assi in his dispatch from Al Naser Hospital. “In each war, the medical services we were able to provide to patients deteriorated.” Given the cumulative nature of Gaza’s present healthcare crisis, doctors emphasize that providing quality services in the area will require not just an end to the siege, but also the achievement of Palestinian freedom. As Al-Akkad says, “I think we need a free Palestine to be able to live peacefully.”

#free palestine #palestine #israel

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nanaosaki3940 · 1 year

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His Pain, Her Despair [Tokyo Revengers]

Fanfic: A Condition Called Love [Tokyo Revengers]

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X OC, Kazutora Hanemiya X OC, Manjiro Sano X OC (mentioned), Shinichiro Sano X OC (mentioned).

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst.

A small snippet of the latest chapter of my TR fanfic...

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Thank you for embracing me when I was having a bad dream and calming me down. Thank you for holding my hand when I had nobody to hold to. Thank you for being there when no one was. Thank you for giving strength when I had none. Thank you for loving me, for I love you too, Keisuke Baji.

- Nana Osaki

At the Shibuya General Hospital

On the other side of Tokyo city, at the hospital where the air was filled with tears, cries, and melancholy, Draken was busy making phone calls to some known people, letting them about the tragic incident.

"Our friend lost his battle, Mitsuya…" Draken stated in a gloomy tone, causing the other boy to grow confused on the other side of the call.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Mitsuya asked and in front of him, sitting on the couch were Hakkai, Pah-chin, and Peh-yan.

"Baji is dead!" Draken replied a bit loudly, almost choking out as he tried to fight back his tears but failed miserably.

Hearing that, a shocked Mitsuya staggered back a few steps as Draken's words echoed in his mind over and over again, his eyes widening slowly in the process. On the other hand, back at the hospital, in front of the tall, dragon-tattooed boy was a tearful Chifuyu and they were standing in front of the mortuary room. Right outside the room, two ladies were sitting on a bench where the blonde-haired woman was trying to comfort the heartbroken, wailing ravenette woman while clinging to each other's arms; the ravenette one was Ryoko Baji and the blonde one was Chifuyu's mother. Chifuyu looked away from the two sobbing matriarchs when he noticed the tears of Ryoko Baji rolling down her cheeks. The tears, the cries, the heaviness in the air - this was all too much for him. Chifuyu looked ready to drop dead. Maybe he even felt like it as well.

Inside the mortuary where the cold, pale body of Keisuke Baji was lying on a flat bed-like surface, two people were present there standing beside his lifeless form; a wide-eyed stunned Nana was being held by Kazutora in the arms as she simply stared down at her dead lover, shocked and mortified. The silence in the room was deafening and it was killing the tiger-tattooed boy inside out. Stepping into the room hours earlier, Nana probably expected a lot more gruesome sight than that, a mess of blood and wounds, but instead, she got someone who looked like they were sleeping and it most likely hurt even more because it was the case.

"This can't be happening... This isn't real..." Nana mumbled quietly in absolute denial and shock, finally breaking the silence, and hearing her words made Kazutora feel like he couldn't breathe anymore.

She wanted to reach out and touch Baji's cold face but for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I simply can’t think of any words that could save you, Nana... but Baji is dead..." Kazutora sniffled as he stuttered out those painful words, bringing Nana closer to his body to keep her as warm as possible.

This time Kazutora's words hit Nana differently and she immediately lost all her strength to stand straight upon this realization. As she fell more into his arms, Kazutora tightened his grip around her and pulled her even closer into his embrace. She felt like somewhere inside her, one of her lungs collapsed and the air was now leaking into the space between her lung and chest wall. This caused a steady but rapid oxygen shortage within her, lowering her blood pressure and now her body was feeling numb. Nana didn’t have asthma but she felt as if she needed an inhaler right now.

Like the ocean waves, darkness un-relentlessly was stretching towards Nana Osaki. She felt as though she would be swallowed by it. It was the exact feeling she felt when Shinichiro passed away years ago. In Nana's mind, Baji's receding figure was getting far away from her, but she didn't want to stop pursuing it. She wanted to reach out and get a hold of Keisuke Baji once again. Year 2008, on the night of July 14th, time stopped moving for Nana Osaki. Baji's sudden demise dealt Nana an unstoppable blow and everyone around her knew about it.

'Baji, please don’t take Nana away. Don't trap her in this endless darkness...' Kazutora thought to himself as he looked back at lifeless Baji with tears in his eyes and a still-stunned Nana in his arms.

An hour later the other former members of Toman finally arrived to visit them at the hospital and seeing Baji's deceased body in the mortuary made them realize that what Draken told them over the phone was all true. Draken then went over to Nana and revealed to her the secrets of him and Baji; that they were associated with the Brahman gang and the Rokuhara Tandai gang was responsible for Baji's death. But much to his surprise, Nana didn't give out any reaction. Instead, after hearing Draken's words, she went over to Ryoko and started to apologize to her for not being able to save Baji's life, that she failed to look out for him. Although in response, Ryoko simply pulled the young girl into her warm embrace and started to cry her heart out again, a somber Nana continued to blame herself in a stiff, robotic fashion.

"Blame me… but don't just blame me... Persecute me, again and again. Persecute me until I can't stand up anymore…" Nana told Ryoko who had her arms wrapped around her frame.

"Stop it, Nana-chan! It wasn't your fault!" Ryoko cried out, tightening her grip on Nana but it seemed like nothing was reaching Nana's brain or ears.

On the bench, Chifuyu was still crying silently while Mitsuya and Draken sat beside him with their eyes closed. Only a few hours had passed by yet it seemed like a year had gone through. Why the time was moving so slowly in such a situation that was full of pain and despair, they didn't know. As the former Toman members helplessly continued to witness the breaking and shattering of Nana's mind and soul in front of their own eyes, Inui looked over to his side where Draken was sitting with a worried expression on his face.

"Draken... what about Brahman and Mikey?" Inui asked in a quiet tone, carefully choosing his words. "Takeomi called you a few hours ago..."

"Fuck Brahman, fuck Mikey! I don't give a shit about them anymore!" Draken hissed out in a whispered tone before his eyes trailed over to Nana and Ryoko again. "Nana and Baji's mom are more important right now, not them."

"You're right..." Inui sighed heavily and slowly nodded his head in response, looking away from the man. "Sorry for asking..."

Later on (3rd Person's POV)

And before they all knew it, two days passed by after that night, and came was Keisuke Baji's funeral. It all happened too fast. Baji was cremated and turned into smoke and white bones. It was all too fast; for both Nana and Ryoko Baji - Two women, one who lost her son while the other one who lost her lover. The type of relationship they had with Keisuke Baji was different but their love for him and the pain they were now going through was exactly the same.

Ryoko Baji loved Nana like her own daughter. She had known the young girl for ages and was aware of what good influences the girl had on her son's life. Nana was the only girl Ryoko ever approved of in Baji's life; although there wasn't any other woman in his life aside from herself and the Osaki girl anyway. Nana had all of those good qualities that Baji never had within him and she was the only one who ever dared to tame him, dared to love him so passionately. And those reasons were enough for Ryoko Baji to give her approval of their relationship. Every once a day, Ryoko always wished for a happy, married life for her son and the Osaki girl in the later future, wished that their love would go strong like this forever, but now with her son's death becoming a reality, her wish for their future marriage and happiness would only remain to live as a fantasy in her mind and heart till her dying breath.

Ryoko could still recall back the time when she asked Nana to look after Baji for her. It was the time when she gave her approval to their newfound romantic relationship. From childhood best friends to lovers, the transition in their relationship was pure, beautiful, and heartwarming, and as the mother of the boy, Ryoko couldn't be any happier than this. She knew her son was madly in love with the girl. She knew Nana was also very truly enamored of her son. And despite the differences in their contrasting personalities, the love, trust, and respect they had for each other were beyond Ryoko's comprehension. She didn't even dare to try and understand it. All Ryoko knew was that Nana Osaki and Keisuke Baji were made for each other. They were perfect together but Ryoko Baji was also aware that this cruel world hates perfect things, so maybe that was the reason why it took their Keisuke Baji away from them.

After the funeral ceremony ended, Ryoko requested Nana to come and live with her at her old place because the older woman knew how the younger one would feel after going back to her shared apartment; the apartment that the latter shared with her unruly, dead son. Nana was now left alone with nobody to come home to and it sounded like something out of a psychological horror drama. And Ryoko knew exactly this would be too much for the young girl to handle on her own. She noticed how the shine and color of Nana's raven locks were fading away, just like the glimmer from her brownish-amber eyes and this dreaded the Baji matriarch more. Ryoko knew Nana was exhausted and that she couldn't grieve properly from that night till the funeral day. She also knew that she was being pushy for asking Nana to live with her from now on, but all Nana said to her as a response was - "I'll think about it".

Kazutora Hanemiya was a complicated man; that's what he always thought about himself. The complication in his personality came from his toxic family life. His father was abusive and his mother was abused. And this toxic household made him turn into a complicated person, even toxic as well. He was deadly, he was harmful. He destroyed everything he touched. That's what he always believed. For years he lived with that toxicity within his heart but the one who helped him change into a less complicated person was Keisuke Baji.

He met Baji years ago on one of his birthday evenings and since then he claimed the long-haired ravenette boy to be his best friend. Baji was reckless and violent, but he was also very much loyal and caring; a friend he could actually rely upon no matter what. But sadly for Kazutora, he wasn't able to become that one true best friend for Keisuke Baji like how he always wanted because the designated spot was already reserved for someone else by Baji himself - That someone else was no one but Nana Osaki.

Nana and Baji knew each other longer than anyone else had known them. They were each other's childhood best friends, they were each other's soulmates. Kazutora wasn't there when they first met each other, he wasn't there when they were growing up together. He didn't know anything about their past. So he couldn't judge them and their relationship. Keisuke Baji always promised to walk through hell with him, but if there was a person who Baji would bring forth hell for, it was Nana Osaki. Things were very different from day one and Kazutora knew that he or anyone else simply stood no chance against Nana, ever. Even though in the past he felt an immense amount of pain and jealousy whenever Baji chose or preferred Nana over him for anything, now in the present he knew why Baji felt that way or did things he wanted to do.

Keisuke Baji was in love with Nana Osaki - it was just as simple as that. Kazutora didn't need to understand rocket science to figure out Baji's feelings. He knew exactly the reason why Baji felt that way about Nana because he himself started to grow the same feelings for the said ravenette girl for the past few years now.

Kazutora met Nana through Baji back in their elementary school days. When he laid his eyes on her for the very first time, the first word that came to his mind was - pretty. Nana Osaki always had been a pretty girl. No, not pretty. Kazutora would take back that word now; it should be the word - beautiful. Now that sounded more fitting when describing her. Nana Osaki was beautiful, inside out. She was smart and cool, more intellectual than anyone else in their group. She was kind and compassionate enough of wanting to become his friend. There were times when she scolded them for their unruly behavior but then immediately after that, she always showered them with all her love and care. It didn't take Kazutora too long to fall for the ravenette girl, but he was also aware of the situation around him. With the kind of love, passion, and entitlement that Keisuke Baji and Manjiro Sano held for Nana Osaki in their hearts, he knew he would never win this competition in this lifetime of his.

Kazutora Hanemiya would never understand. Despite everything, he came to realize that he would never get it. When he, Draken, Mitsuya, or even Pah-chin came into the picture, there was already a separate group of three in the gang; Nana, Baji, and Mikey. He worded it that way because when he first met the gang, no matter what it was, he and the others always felt a bit excluded from the conversation sometimes. There were those inside jokes they never understood, the topics that they had no knowledge about, the things that simply didn’t make sense to them because it was between those three only. It had always been Nana Osaki, Keisuke Baji, and Manjiro Sano from day one.

So, Kazutora gave up on pursuing Nana (for Baji and Mikey's sake) and he didn't want to look back to it ever again. But then again he was a foolish man and immediately fell into her trap one more time as soon as Baji was out of the picture.

When Kazutora stepped into the small apartment, the deafening air almost suffocated him. He hated this feeling because it reminded him of his old household. But all of his negative feelings were pushed to the side when he heard muffled cries and sniffles coming from one of the two bedrooms which were down the hallway. He didn't waste any time and rushed over to the source only to find a tearful Nana on the floor with a photo of Keisuke Baji in her hands.

"Nana!" Kazutora called out in concern as he went up to her and took her form in his arms.

At that very midnight, when Baji's body was transported to the funeral parlor, the boys followed and under everyone’s persuasion, only Nana and Ryoko Baji stayed behind until daylight to rest. But sleep never came to any of them. In the city of Keisuke Baji and Nana Osaki, the former was now silently sleeping forever. What words could possibly be conveyed to Nana now? Kazutora didn't know. Probably he would never know because, after all, he wasn't Keisuke Baji; he was just Kazutora Hanemiya. On the day of the funeral where everyone shed tears in pain and sorrow, Nana didn’t utter a single word to anyone. She neither cried nor touched the lifeless body of her lover. All she did was stare dumbly at his beautiful, pale sleeping face. It worried everyone that day but no one said anything to her because they all wanted to give her the time to process things at her own pace.

But now she was crying. She was finally expressing her emotions, mourning over Baji's demise. This had to be a good sign, right?

"Gone… He's gone!" Nana cried out in Kazutora's chest, clenching the back of his shirt in her fists and her voice caused the boy to tighten his grip around her. "He's not here! He’s gone! Keisuke! Please don't leave me! Don’t… Leave me! Keisuke…"

Her cries were enough to bring tears to Kazutora's golden eyes as well. Was this how she felt and cried when Shinichiro Sano passed away because of him? Oh lord, not Shinichiro Sano again. He didn't want to think about that late Sano man right now at this moment.

"He’s gone forever! I’ll never see him again!" Nana added, her tears damping his shirt but Kazutora could care less about his cloth at this moment.

And just then, with Nana in his arms, Kazutora came to a sudden realization. When he walked into the apartment a few minutes ago, he was hit by the smell of Baji's perfume and for a moment, it gave him the false impression that Baji was there in the house. But now he realized for the first time in his life that both Nana and Baji had always worn the same scent since the very beginning.

As the days passed by, Kazutora felt like there wasn't any improvement in Nana's mental health; rather it was deteriorating slowly and steadily with the passage of time ever since the night Baji passed away. Ryoko Baji came by the apartment almost every day to beg Nana to come and live with her, but Nana, in her own fashion, each and every time turned away the poor older woman's requests with cold shoulders. This was the apartment she lived in with Keisuke Baji, there were so many beautiful memories attached to it - these were the excuses she always came up with each time whenever Ryoko was being pushy towards her. And seeing Nana in this state made it even harder for Kazutora to leave her alone. So he decided to pack his stuff and move into the apartment where his friend Keisuke Baji once lived with his lover.

"Why does the sun rise? Why do those people look so happy? Why is the TV giving tomorrow's forecasts? Why...? When Keisuke died, why didn’t the world end too...?" a somber Nana asked Kazutora one rainy evening in a quiet, dazed tone as she sat with him on the couch with the TV turned on in front of them, telecasting a weather report.

For hours now, Kazutora was trying to make a conversation with Nana but nothing worked as she wasn't responding to any of his words. It was as if he speaking to a non-living object, a doll of some sort. But suddenly she started speaking again and this brought some relief to his tiny heart. Kazutora could tell how Nana was feeling. Even though he was sitting right beside her, even though the TV was turned on in front of her, even though she was holding a coffee mug in her hands, Nana was empty inside. Because Keisuke Baji wasn't there with her and without him, Nana Osaki was nothing. Despair followed her everywhere she went and Kazutora could clearly see it in her dull eyes. But despite knowing everything, he still couldn't do anything about it - He wasn't Keisuke Baji; he was simply just Kazutora Hanemiya.

"Parents, children, teachers, friends, important people, kids, adults, me, and even Keisuke… No one is necessary, not in this world. No matter who dies, the world doesn't care. The world continues unabated and tomorrow still comes. This world doesn't need anyone but that’s the sad truth and it makes us feel lonely. That's why we seek other people. We want someone that's important to us. And we want someone that we are important to... Keisuke... to me, you were that special person. I need you. I want you. I love you. I had finally met the one. No matter where I go, no one’s waiting for me now..." Nana went on as if she was talking to herself more than she was talking to him.

Her eyes were still glued to the screen of the TV but her mouth was running on its own, words coming out from the bottom of her heart. Then after that for a while, Nana sat there in silence. She didn't move or talk or cry. She just stared blankly at the TV before her. Her ears rang the longer she sat there. The silence was too loud inside the apartment. Minutes seemed like hours as she sat there. The more she listened to the silence, the more it seemed to grow unbearable. She tried covering her ears, but even that wasn't enough to drown it out.

"Nana?" Kazutora called out in concern and placed a hand on her shoulder when he noticed her covering her ears with her hands.

Then finally, unable to take it anymore, something rose inside of her, and then, it all went quiet. Her mind went numb. She looked absolutely broken and defeated.

"I want to see him…" Nana stated in a shaky tone, tears forming in her eyes and she stood up from the couch, causing Kazutora to mimic her action as well. "I want to go meet him… Where are you, Keisuke? Where should I go to see you? Maybe if I…"

"Nana-"

Kazutora was about to say something to her but was immediately cut off when Nana turned around and quickly rushed out of the apartment. And this shocked him to no extent.

"Nana!" Kazutora called out again, this time in a louder tone, and rushed out of the house as well to follow her trail. "Nana, please! Stop!!"

The rain continued pouring and it drenched them from head to toe. Nana kept on running through the rain, thunder, wind, and mud while Kazutora resumed following her from behind, trying to keep up with her pace. They ran and ran until they reached the harbor of the Shibuya seaport which was located beside the beach; the same beach Baji brought her to on their first date.

"He's gone... Keisuke's gone... I have no one left..." Nana cried out in a shaky tone and this broke Kazutora's heart even more.

Right on cue, thunders rumbled, making them jump in fright as lightning erupted in the sky, finally snapping Nana out of it immediately. Her teeth chattered and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to soak up whatever heat she could. Her black knee-length dress was completely soaked and so were her long raven locks which were clinging to her skin. Her black shoes were covered with mud and when the lightning lighted up the clouded night sky, it revealed to her that she was near the water of the sea beach.

"What the hell am I doing here at the sea beach now...?" Nana stuttered to herself as her fear grew, and her eyes watered. "Keisuke is dead and I'm at the beach in the middle of a storm like this... Nothing is okay! I'm not okay at all!"

Tears ran down her cheeks and she looked up at the sky. The rain was heavy but her tears were heavier. Nana then started to think back to the words that Baji once told her when he confessed his feelings to her for the first time.

I'm in love with you, Nana... I always have been. It was always been you.

I’ve been in love with you ever since I first met you 11 years ago...

To me, love has to remain simple, pure, easy, and kind.

So, that I love you now is that I love you forever.

Moment, eternity... They are the same to my heart and soul.

I ask you to stay. Just stay. I will too. I'm sure that's all it takes.

I hope that is enough... Because it's all I have to offer.

"Keisuke... I don't know what to do anymore... I'm so lost.." Nana cried out again in a cracked tone, barely above a whisper as thunder rumbled through the sky. "Please tell me what I'm supposed to do now..."

The rain continues to downpour, showing no sympathy while tears flowed down her face, merging with the rain. Just then, lightning pierced the darkness, making her jump again. She looked around, almost expecting something to come at her. Thunder rumbled through the sky again, the wind blowing all around, bringing an echo of someone's voice all of a sudden. Nana stopped and looked around, hearing the voice again and that's when she noticed the silhouette of a man.

"Keisuke...?" Nana called out, her voice quivering a bit, looking harder at the man walking towards her.

"Nana!!" the familiar voice called out again, bringing her to a realization.

"Kazutora?" she asked and her teary eyes widened a bit when Kazutora pulled her into his tight warm embrace.

"Nana, why did you run away like that?! Do you know how worried I was?!" Kazutora cried out in concern, tightening his grip around her. "You scared me, Nana! Please never do this again!"

And hearing those words, Nana immediately hugged him back, wrapping her arms around him, clutching the back of his shirt, and burying her head into his chest. This action of hers made Kazutora let out a sigh of relief. Even through the heavy rainfall, he could still hear her cries and whimpers.

"I'm sorry, Kazutora! I'm so sorry!" Nana sobbed out into his chest.

"Shh... It's alright, Nana. I'm just glad you're okay..." Kazutora stated in a soothing tone, hugging her tighter.

For a split second, after she ran away in front of his eyes, Kazutora thought that he would lose her too, and it scared him more than anything. He then close his eyes, relieved that she was still with him in his arms.

"He's gone... Keisuke's gone..." Nana mumbled through her cries and Kazutora gritted his teeth upon hearing her words, tears filling his eyes as well.

At that moment, Kazutora was feeling powerless. Nothing he could say or do would be enough to help her. He knew this, so instead, he just held onto her tighter.

"I know, Nana..." Kazutora replied, voice cracking.

"What do I do now? How can I live without him? I don't know!" She asked and Kazutora shook his head in response.

"I don't know either, Nana..." Kazutora answered hopelessly. "I wish I had the answers, but I don't..."

Just then Nana shivered from the cold and Kazutora's golden eyes immediately widened when he realized how cold her body was. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. As the rain continued to pour on them, Kazutora looked at her silently. She was soaked, and her expression was full of pain and melancholy as if at any moment, she would shatter into millions of pieces. She held his jacket to herself, trying to soak up any warmth she could find from it, and seeing this broke his heart for her.

Kazutora hated seeing her like this. Once Nana Osaki was a woman full of pride, grace, and confidence; a woman who Kazutora secretly fell in love with years ago. Individually, both Nana and Baji weren't so perfect and strong, but together they were the perfect team, the strongest among the many. And now with no Keisuke Baji by her side anymore, Nana Osaki was nothing but a fragile, broken person; an empty shell. But there was nothing Kazutora could do to help. All he could do was stay by her side and support her as much as possible. Because after all, he wasn't Keisuke Baji; he was simply just Kazutora Hanemiya.

Thinking back to that horrifying accident, even after everything that went down in the Shinichiro Sano incident, the Osaki girl was kind enough to forgive Kazutora and move on with her life. And when he finally realized his mistakes after the Bloody Halloween fight, Kazutora wanted to get struck by lightning and then survive just so he could later choke on the air entering his lungs and die in the most pathetic way possible. But just like Baji always told him, Nana was the kindest one among them and so she decided to let go of the past and the grudges. Even though she did take some time to forgive his actions, she came around eventually. And this all possibly happened because Keisuke Baji was there by her side to help her heal and grow. But Kazutora was no Keisuke Baji and he was painfully aware of that fact.

"I’m sorry, Baji... None of us still find it hard to accept the truth..." Kazutora whispered to himself, his eyes fixated on Nana's sleeping form while he sat on a chair beside the bed. "Therefore, please be patient. We’ll make sure that your intentions get to Nana. But for now, please forget your pain and rest in peace, my friend..."

Kazutora knew Nana and Baji used to sleep together in the bed where she was currently sleeping and he also knew that they used to dream the same dreams together. Still, Baji left her behind all alone. Perhaps somewhere deep in her heart, Nana would never forgive her lover for that.

Keisuke Baji was gone. The future that they all looked forward to had become as blank as a piece of white paper. Time continued to pass by and Kazutora had yet to add any pattern or color to it. Without Nana recovering back to full health, both mentally and physically, there was no beginning for him or anyone else.

It had been only a few days since that sea beach incident and Nana was still as broken as ever. But despite all the immense pain and hardship, Kazutora decided to keep standing his ground and support Nana no matter what. In Tokyo, it was raining for days now. Perhaps the rain did stop at times, but to Kazutora and Nana, it felt that it never ceased. For Nana, darkness engulfed every corner of the world, giving way to endless hopelessness and witnessing her current helpless state, Kazutora asked himself from time to time - Was there no salvation for eternity?

"It’s so noisy…" Nana Osaki, who was simply lying on her bed while curled up on her right side, complained in a soft yet snappy tone and this caught the attention of Kazutora Hanemiya and Chifuyu Matsuno who were playing cards on the floor beside the bed.

Chifuyu usually came by to check up on the Osaki girl whenever he got the time but much to his own dismay there was no improvement in Nana's condition whatsoever.

"I’m sorry, Nana. Did we wake you up?" Kazutora asked in a soft, worried tone as he quickly got up from the ground.

"The rain is so noisy!!" Nana snapped out again in a louder tone this time around, curling up into her blanket while covering her ears and the tone of her voice made the boys flinch in shock and confusion.

And that's when they realized something about the girl; she was suffering from hyperventilation.

"W-What's going on, Kazutora-kun?!" Chifuyu cried out in panic as the said boy quickly went up to her and got onto the bed.

"Nana's hyperventilating!" Kazutora replied in concern after checking her condition, scooping up the girl into his strong arms.

"Huh?! Hyperventilation?! That never happened to her before! What should we do now?!" Chifuyu asked and went over to help Kazutora.

Meanwhile, Nana continued to thrash around in Kazutora's arms on the bed. She was gasping and crying, reaching out for help in desperation. The rate of her heartbeat was gradually increasing and now she was running out of breath. Her chest muscles began to sore like hell and she slowly started to feel light-headed. Gasping like someone drowning underwater, Kazutora had only witnessed such symptoms occurring in movies. When he grabbed her hands tightly in his own ones, her icy fingers felt limp and lifeless. Nana was desperately trying to find help and Kazutora was desperately trying to save her life. They were both desperate at that moment and it was catastrophic, really.

"I heard about some bag technique which helps! Which type of bag was it again?! Paper bags or plastic bags?!" Chifuyu went on by himself, running around the house to find something that might help Nana while a worried, tearful Kazutora kept holding the Osaki girl tightly into his embrace.

What was to be done now? Was there anything he could possibly do? Kazutora thought to himself as he looked down at teary, gasping Nana in his arms. In romance movies, the things heroes usually did are probably unrealistic. One's sorrow couldn't simply be alleviated by a paper bag or plastic bag. Kazutora was well aware that nobody could replace Keisuke Baji in her life, but everyone here would protect Nana Osaki including Kazutora himself. For this purpose, he would gladly sacrifice everything else.

And with that thought in mind, after taking a long deep breath, Kazutora immediately leaned down closer to her face and pressed his mouth against her wide, open one. He then started to give her mouth-to-mouth CPR which he kept on doing until Nana's breathing was normal again and she eventually calmed down. On the other side, when noticing the mouth-to-mouth breathing technique that Kazutora was desperately applying on Nana, a stunned Chifuyu quickly came to a sudden halt in his movement and stared at the scene with wide eyes in complete shock. Sure, Kazutora helped her and saved her life but this CPR technique? Chifuyu thought if he was in Kazutora's position, he won't be able to do such a thing ever in his life, especially to Nana.

After all, they weren't Keisuke Baji and Nana Osaki only belonged to Keisuke Baji.

Later when Nana finally calmed down and began to sob in his arms, Kazutora started sobbing with her as well. He brought her closer to his chest and hid his own face in the crook of her neck. Unable to distinguish love and hate or sacrifice either one despite knowing they would end up hurting each other, Kazutora realized that he and his friends were willing to ensnare themselves at any given time. Only when they leaned on each other's shoulders was the time they learned to face up to reality. And it was such a tragedy.

In this bedroom that was always wide open with Baji's memorial altar in the corner, Kazutora always wondered what Nana spoke to her deceased lover about every day. The amount of things she had to say must exist his own by million over time. Even though Nana smiled over trivial matters on rare occasions, it would be a long while before she could come to terms with Baji's death.

Why did things turn out like this? Kazutora might never get the answer.

'Hey, Baji… Making judgments of right and wrong, even the punishment placed on me is forgiving towards my sin. I shall not put the blame on sorrow. The things left in these hands are precious. Those must be treasured...' Kazutora thought to himself as he continued to sob with Nana in his embrace.

Kazutora had always been stupid but he believed that if one didn't lose their way at least once, they could never find answers to their questions. Even if the world didn't need him, he would still keep on living. He would keep living for someone who needed him. Nana needed him, so for her, he would continue to live in this cruel world.

After Baji's death, Kazutora wondered what kind of life he would live from now on when he willingly took Nana's responsibility on his shoulders. Kazutora always prayed for Nana's happiness. He wanted her to be loved by many people; wanted her to find happiness and endure hardships. Even if she got lost or made mistakes, he wanted her to live the kind of life she could be proud of in the end. That when it was her time to go, people would say to her - You fought well.

So he would continue to be by her side and pray for her. In his mind, that's the least he could do for Nana Osaki because, after all, he wasn't Keisuke Baji; he was simply just Kazutora Hanemiya.

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hi! obviously i understand you hold no obligation to educate others if you don't want to, but i had a question i feel like you'd know the answer to. i saw a reddit comment that said: "A more depressing note is that the only brazilian F1 driver, past and current, that doesn't support Bolsonaro isn't even Brazilian by birth." and i wondered if you knew who that was? i am not brazillian but i understand how awful he is and i didn't want to become too invested in someone with bad politics.

I honestly have no idea whom they are referring to. Because if you look it up, out of the brazilian F1 drivers who weren't born in Brazil but hold/held citizanship there's: Gino Bianco and Nano da Silva, both of which have passed away. Then Nelsinho Piquet (crashgate star, born in Germany and doesn't need any comments on my part), and then Pietro Fittipaldi, born in the United States, the only driver currently active around F1.

Pietro not only is a supporter but visited Bolsonaro in January 2021, and took pictures with him, maskless, about a week after the event that came to be known as the "Manaus Oxygen Crisis".

The Manaus Oxygen Crisis started at around 14th of january 2021on which people in Manaus who were hospitalized due to the massive COVID-19 outbreak were dying due to a shortage of oxygen and the very very slow response from the goverment that didn't move to send any help to the state until DAYS after people started dying on mass

Pietro had lunch with Bolsonaro and gave him a helmet as a gift, to say thank you for his goverment giving Pietro's project in F1 about R$ 4.9 million, which is about U$ 1 million.

Enzo, Pietro's brother, also obtained goverment funds for his motorsport career, another R$ 4.5 million reais through "tax waivers" where the goverment gives tax breaks to the companies that sponsor the brothers.

I'll leave here some links further explaining/reporting on the subjects I mentioned, though I couldn't find any arcticles in english explaining the Fittipaldi situation. If you need me to translate anything, let me know.

COVID-19 leaves Amazonas health system saturated, overloaded and struggling

‘Brazil is suffocating’: COVID surge creates severe oxygen crisis

The arduous path for oxygen to reach the sick in one of Brazil’s most remote regions

Bolsonaro hides tax waiver of R$ 9.4 million to sponsor grandchildren of Emerson Fittipaldi

Pietro Fittipaldi visits Bolsonaro after government approves R$9.4 million

Government releases tax incentive of R$ 10 million to Pietro Fittipaldi and Tony Kanaan

If you figure out who they are referring to, please let me know!

#br politics #anti fittipaldi #i'm going to tag this as #anti pietro fittipaldi #just in case there's someone out there not wanting to see this #bolsonaro #answered #anonymous

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From 1986 to 2006

When’s the last time anyone heard anything about [JIM HOPPER]? Old friends remember them as [DRY + CARING] but also [CYNICAL + STUBBORN], no wonder they’re still known as [FAT RAMBO] around town. Today, in 2006, they are [65] and some people say they remind them of [A GREASY AMERICAN BREAKFAST WITH DRIP COFFEE, A WIDE-BRIMMED TAN HAT, MUSTY CABIN WOOD, AND THE DEAFENING CRACK OF A SMITH & WESTON 66].

Full name: James "Jim" Hopper

Nicknames: Hop, Hopper, Fat Rambo I guess (RIP Alexi!!!!)

Birthday: September 12th, 1949

Age: 65

Education: Ex Military Education, War Trauma etc.

Occupational Experience: Former Police Chief. Brawn for Watcher investigations.

TW: Alcoholism, death.

POST 1986

When life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt – Oh, does Jim remember the hurt. There was no shortage of it after Eleven and Will’s funerals. As one would expect, he lived in a long fog after the loss of his second daughter. He struggled to reel himself into stability, spending many evenings by the side-by-tombstones. The man tried to keep himself busy and settled back into a workflow at Hawkins PD, but no amount of Whiskey or puttering helped him escape the ache of grief. He had to face it. Joyce was an incredible anchor for him during this time. To this day he’s not sure how she managed to be so strong – dealing with the aftermath of Will’s death, taking care of the community, and tending to his own rut. She was truly a light in the dark times. Consequently, the pair grew inseparable after their collective losses – mostly knowing that they weren’t alone in the pain. Rumours abounded about a potential romance between the pair, but a relationship never officialized for them between the years of 1986 to 2006. They were happy in friendship and that was simply enough for both.

Jim’s reluctant retirement from the Hawkins Police force came in the Spring of 1999. Most of the department was sad to see him go (others unified with a collective sigh of relief), but it was time to take a step back and slow down (according to Joyce). She tried looping him into activities around town, get him involved in community, help with some gardening in the backyard but it wasn’t long until the boredom set in. Thankfully Murray saved him from the misery of retired life with a proposition to take on some work with The Watcher. It renewed a needed sense of purpose in Jim’s life. He threw himself (and his fists) into whatever investigations required a little elbow grease. It was a good way to keep himself busy. Jim did what was needed of him without question, driving out of town to be the unassuming muscle behind whatever lead was being sleuthed on … Probably executed with a lot more force than he’d ever admit to either Murray or Nancy, but neither of them would ever have to know! This chunk of his life was packed with sleepless nights in questionable motel beds, bustling from gas station to gas station in true gritty americana fashion. The years and wrinkles piled on quicker this way. So did his grumpiness.

Jim managed to take Joyce out for one last dinner at Enzo’s before her final emergency surgery. That night was the last time either of them had a conversation outside the confines of her hospital room. The proposition was initially met with resistance by her medical team. It took some convincing but enough careful planning eventually swayed them all (specifically Jonathan) to let him roll Joyce and her oxygen tank out of the oncology unit without much fuss. Jim pulled out his finest button down and slacks for the occasion. It was an evening filled with greasy bread baskets and occasional tears as they reminisced over a candlelit dining table. Time slipped away from the pair that night. If either of them squinted hard enough, they were back in 1962 – both puffing on cigarettes in the Hawkins High parking lot, contemplating what the fuck their lives would look like after graduation. It certainly didn’t look anything like this … and like all good things in Jim’s life, their flicker of joy at Enzo’s had to end too.

The drinking started to get out of hand after Joyce’s passing. As much as he’s been encouraged to remember the good times and work his way through the first foot stones of grief, the loss of his best (and community pillar) came with an emptiness that only cigars and Whiskey seemed to fill. Joyce had told him to keep it together, to try and live out his days happy & fulfilled – maybe even find a hobby besides beating people up for The Watcher. It simply wasn’t in the cards for poor old Jim. He found himself pulling away from those around him, fully shutting himself into his reclusive cabin on the edge of town. And while he’s managed to remain relatively stable for Jonathan and Murray, there’s no denying that a bottle or flask is never far from reach after the cabin door closes behind him. Jim’s only allowed his vulnerability to slip up on a handful of occasions. Jonathan himself has received a handful of 2am calls from bar owners asking him to pick up the washed-up police chief passed out on their bar. The little taxi rescue routine has been kept on the downlow between them – it’s become a quiet understanding of their mutual grief and, honestly, a sadness that neither of them are fully prepared to acknowledge.

These days Jim doesn’t leave the confines of his musty cabin often except to grab necessities and slide the pizza man a tip. There’s truly not much that can faze Jim Hopper these days. The sorrow itself manifests differently depending on the time of day – or whether you’ve caught him before or after his morning coffee (and bourbon). He’s generally more irritable and a true party pooper, though it isn’t new for anyone who knows a lick about him around town!

Time Capsule:

In 1986 Jim left an empty box of Eggo Waffles in the time capsule on behalf of El Hopper. There’s a note for the kiddo slipped inside.

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[ 📹 Hospital staff and those sheltering inside Nasser Medical Complex in Khan Yunis pass water tanks on to civilians outside the complex using a rope mechanism and cart to avoid being shot by Israeli soldiers. Previously, as can be seen from the puddles of blood on the ground, a woman attempting to enter the hospital earlier in the day was shot and killed by Israeli snipers on the rooftops, who openly fire on anything that moves near the hospital.]

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💥VIOLENT FIREBELTS IN RAFAH AND KHAN YUNIS ON 124TH DAY OF ISRAEL'S WAR OF GENOCIDE💥

Israeli Occupation Forces (IOF) launched several violent firebelts across the southern Gaza Strip Wednesday, on the 124th day of Israel's ongoing war of genocide against the Palestinian population of the Gaza Strip.

Occupation aircraft launched a series of intensive firebelts on the western and eastern sections of Rafah, resulting in the deaths of at least 12 citizens and the wounding of several others, while additional victims remain missing under the rubble.

IOF warplanes launched violent raids on the Al-Zuhur neighborhood, north of Rafah, targeting a civilian residence that killed a mother and daughter, while at the same time, occupation naval forces fired shells towards the city's coastline.

Meanwhile, the United Nations is warning that the Israeli occupation intends an invasion of Rafah governate, with the UN Office of Humanitarian Affairs is quoted in local media as saying, “any move by Israel to expand its comprehensive invasion of the Gaza Strip to include the densely populated southern city of Rafah may lead to war crimes that must be prevented by all means.”

At the same time, occupation warplanes launched several intensive air raids on the Qaizan al-Najjar neighborhood of Khan Yunis.

In another war crime by the IOF, a woman was killed by Israeli snipers after attempting to enter the Nasser Hospital complex in Khan Yunis City, in the southern Gaza Strip.

As a result of the siege on the Nasser medical complex, and the sniper fire killing anyone trying to enter or exit the compound, hospital staff and humanitarians on the premises give water to thirsting local residents by sending carts with small tanks from the hospital's well across the street by rope to the displaced civilians sheltering outside the hospital grounds.

Meanwhile, the Israeli occupation army continues with the shelling and bombing of Khan Yunis, where occupation aircraft bombed the Jasser building along with the Bilal Mosque, destroying the mosque completely.

At the same time, back in Khan Yunis, the Palestinian Red Crescent Society (PRCS) is reporting the death of a 77 year-old senior citizen as a result of a shortage of oxygen tanks at the hospital amid an ongoing siege by Israeli soldiers and armored vehicles. Today marks the 16th consecutive day the hospital remains under siege.

PRCS also reported the transport of 8 casualties as a result of Israeli artillery shelling targeting a civilian residence in the al-Burka neighborhood, south of Deir al-Balah in the central Gaza Strip.

As Israel's Zionist army continues massacreing innocent civilians in the southern Gaza Strip, the Hamas Islamic resistance movement says it has submitted to the Israeli entity its terms for a "framework agreement," known as the "Paris Document" for a hostage release swap, demanding a complete "cessation of [the Israeli] aggression, withdrawal from [the Gaza Strip], and the reconstruction [of the Gaza Strip]," according to Lebanese media.

According to sources, after a meeting with top officials from Egypt, Qatar and France in Paris, Hamas laid out its demands for a prisoner exchange deal, which reportedly includes a framework for a ceasefire, reconstruction in Gaza, and the demand that the United Nations act as guarantor of the first stage of the agreement, when Gaza's displaced are to be given shelter, food and other humanitarian aid, while Hamas says its own firepower will be the guarantor that any agreement not be breached by the occupation army.

In a statement, Hamas added that "No one can dictate to us how the day after the war will be," adding that, "We are steadfast in the basic position of stopping aggression, withdrawal, relief, reconstruction, and lifting the siege, and we await the enemy's response."

As discussions between Hamas, Israel and mediators were ongoing in Paris, the Israeli Occupation Forces launched a barrage of missile strikes towards Syria, targeting several sites in Homs and the surrounding countryside.

According to the Syrian Arab News Agency (SANA), “At approximately 00:30 at dawn on Wednesday, the Israeli enemy launched an aerial attack with missiles from a direction northern of Tripoli, targeting a number of points in the city of Homs and its countryside, and the army air defenses intercepted the aggression’s missiles and shot down some of them.”

Reports in Syrian media say the Israeli missile strikes resulted in the deaths and wounding of several civilians, as well as some losses and damage of public and private property.

As a result of Israel's ongoing war of genocide against the Palestinian people in the Gaza Strip, in excess of 27'585 civilians, mostly women and children, have been martyred in Israeli strikes, while another 66'978 civilians have been wounded and more than 8'000 Palestinians remain missing under the rubble of their homes.

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welcome home JIM HOPPER(harrison ford fc)

hope you brought your tissues with you! be sure to check in at home or to your hotel and don’t forget to always look over your shoulder. this is hawkins, after all.

[HARRISON FORD, CISMALE, HE/HIM] When’s the last time anyone heard anything about [JIM HOPPER]? Old friends remember them as [DRY + CARING] but also [CYNICAL + STUBBORN], no wonder they’re still known as [FAT RAMBO] around town. Today, in 2006, they are [65] and some people say they remind them of [A GREASY AMERICAN BREAKFAST WITH DRIP COFFEE, A WIDE-BRIMMED TAN HAT, MUSTY CABIN WOOD, AND THE DEAFENING CRACK OF A SMITH & WESTON 66].

POST 1986

[I will be adding to this with time. I simply need something in the void before I back out]

When life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt – Oh, does Jim remember the hurt. There was no shortage of it after Eleven and Will’s funerals. As one would expect, he lived in a long fog after the loss of his second daughter. He struggled to reel himself into stability, spending many evenings talking up a half-sober storm with side-by-tombstones in Hawkins Cemetery. Jim tried his best to keep his days busy and settled back into a workflow at Hawkins PD soon after the deaths, but no amount of Whiskey or puttering helped him escape the ache of grief. He had to face it. Joyce was an incredible anchor for him during this time. To this day he’s not sure how she managed to be so strong – dealing with the aftermath of Will’s death, taking care of the others, and tending to his own pitiful rut. She was truly a light for him and the community. Consequently, the pair grew inseparable after their collective losses – mostly knowing that they weren’t alone in the pain. Rumours abounded about a potential romance between the pair, but a relationship never officialized for them between the years of 1986 to 2006. They were happy in friendship and that was simply enough for both.

Jim’s reluctant retirement from the Hawkins Police force came in the Spring of 1999. Most of the department was sad to see him go (others unified with a collective sigh of relief), but it was time to take a step back and slow down (according to Joyce). She tried looping him into activities around town, get him involved in community, help with some gardening in the backyard but it wasn’t long until the boredom set in. Thankfully Murray saved him from the misery of retired life with a proposition to take on some work with The Watcher. It renewed a needed sense of purpose in Jim’s life. He threw himself (and his fists) into whatever investigations required a little elbow grease. It was a good way to keep himself busy. Jim did what was needed of him without question, driving out of town to be the unassuming muscle behind whatever lead was being sleuthed on … Probably executed with a lot more force than he’d ever to admit to either Murray or Nancy, but neither of them would ever have to know! This chunk of his life was marked with sleepless nights in questionable motel beds, bustling from gas station to gas station in true gritty americana fashion. The years and wrinkles piled on quicker this way. So did his grumpiness.

Jim managed to take Joyce out for one last dinner at Enzo’s before her final emergency surgery. That night was the last time either of them had a conversation outside the confines of her hospital room. The proposition was initially met with resistance by her medical team. It took some convincing but enough careful planning eventually swayed them all (specifically Jonathan) to let him roll Joyce and her oxygen tank out of the oncology unit without much fuss. Jim pulled out his finest button down and slacks for the occasion. It was cheerful evening of greasy bread baskets and occasional tears as they reminisced over a candlelit dining table. Time slipped away from the pair that night. If either of them squinted hard enough, they were back in 1955 – both puffing on cigarettes in the Hawkins High parking lot, contemplating what the fuck their lives would look like after graduation. It certainly didn’t look anything close to this … and like all good things in Jim’s life, their flicker of joy at Enzo’s had to end too.

The drinking started to get out of hand after Joyce’s passing. As much as he’s been encouraged to remember the good times and work his way through the first foot stones of grief, the loss of his best friend (and community pillar) came with an emptiness that only cigars and whiskey seemed to fill. Joyce had told him to keep it together, to try and live out his days happy & fulfilled – maybe even find a hobby besides beating people up for The Watcher. It simply wasn’t in the cards for poor old Jim. He found himself pulling away from those around him, fully shutting himself into his reclusive cabin on the edge of town. And while he’s managed to remain relatively stable for Jonathan and Murray, there’s no denying that a bottle or flask is never far from reach after the cabin door closes behind him. Jim’s vulnerability has only slipped up reluctantly on a few occasions. Jonathan himself has received a handful of 2am calls from bar owners asking him to pick up the washed-up police chief passed out on their bar. The little taxi rescue routine has been kept on the down low between them – it’s become a quiet understanding of their mutual grief and, honestly, a sadness that neither of them are fully prepared to acknowledge.

These days Jim doesn’t leave the confines of his musty cabin often except to grab necessities and slide the pizza man a tip. There’s truly not much that can faze Jim Hopper these days. The sorrow itself manifests differently depending on the time of day – or whether you’ve caught him before or after his morning coffee and bourbon. He’s generally more irritable and true party pooper, though it isn’t new for anyone who knows a lick about him around town!

Time Capsule:

In 1986 Jim left an empty box of Eggo Waffles in the time capsule on behalf of El Hopper. There’s a note for the kiddo slipped inside.

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Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3A3EAZAbaFi7WHPbmdSY7D?si=e669c696b6ef4818&pt=ff92880c2862d53d7d78fa52ddc664db

#accepted #jim

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Medical Oxygen Concentrators Market is Rising Rapidly in Coming Years

Market Overview –

The medical oxygen concentrators market focuses on devices designed to deliver oxygen therapy to patients with respiratory conditions. These devices concentrate oxygen from ambient air, providing a continuous and reliable source of oxygen for patients who require supplemental oxygen therapy. The market includes stationary and portable oxygen concentrators, as well as accessories such as nasal cannulas, oxygen masks, and tubing.

The medical oxygen concentrators market is witnessing rapid growth, especially in the segment of portable oxygen compressors. With an increasing emphasis on home healthcare, there's a surge in demand for convenient, lightweight concentrators. These portable devices offer patients greater mobility and independence while ensuring continuous oxygen therapy. This trend fuels market expansion and innovation in portable oxygen compressor technology.

The medical oxygen concentrators market was valued at USD 1.15 billion in 2021 and is expected to rise from USD 1.37 billion in 2022 to USD 4.80 billion by 2030, with a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 5.90% during the forecast period (2022- 2030).

Advancements in technology have led to the development of more efficient, lightweight, and portable oxygen concentrators, offering greater mobility and flexibility for patients. These devices allow patients to maintain their oxygen therapy regimen while engaging in daily activities, traveling, or receiving care in non-hospital settings.

The COVID-19 pandemic has underscored the importance of medical oxygen concentrators in managing respiratory complications associated with severe COVID-19 infection. The pandemic has led to increased demand for oxygen therapy devices, particularly in regions experiencing surges in COVID-19 cases, prompting healthcare facilities to invest in additional equipment and expand their oxygen supply capacity.

Market Drivers and Restraints

There has been an unusual increase in the demand for ventilators since the COVID-19 outbreak, leading to a considerable shortage worldwide. Ventilators’ unmet demand has compelled scientists and engineers to make makeshift ventilators with the use of respiratory equipment like oxygen concentrators, manual resuscitators, PAP, nebulizers, and more. This has been quite pivotal for the oxygen concentrators market, in terms of growth. Apart from the rising cases of SARS-CoV-2 despite the strict lockdown, COPDs/Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Diseases have also surged significantly in recent years, which bolster the need for oxygen concentrators. Experts believe that despite the grave impact of the novel coronavirus and the rapid escalation of the pandemic, the global market can observe sustained growth due to the rise in technological innovations and the subsequent miniaturization of medical oxygen concentrators across the globe.

Governments and non-government agencies are proactively setting up programs and campaigns to make more citizens aware about asthma and COPD and the available treatment options. For example, NHLBI/National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute along with WHO, created GOLD or Global Initiative for Chronic Obstructive Lung Disease to raise the awareness level regarding COPD. With the growing number of pandemics like SARS and COVID-19 in the past couple of years, the need for artificial or makeshift ventilators has soared, specifically for piped/canned and wall-mounted oxygen concentrators.

Furthermore, manufacturers are coming up with innovative technologies that aim to elevate the quality of healthcare. Companies are also entering agreements and collaborations to bolster their manufacturing capacity to meet with the soaring demand for oxygen concentrators in the global market. For instance, in October 2020, ZOLL Medical Corporation, a medical devices manufacturer, and CAIRE Inc., a renowned oxygen supply vendor, entered a distributor agreement. The agreement entails ZOLL getting the rights for the distribution of CAIRE’s SAROS 4000 Portable Oxygen Concentrators outside the United States.

Market Segmentation

Medical Oxygen Concentrators market can be split into product, technology, indication and end user.

The key products listed in the market study are stationary oxygen concentrators as well as portable oxygen concentrators. As of 2018, the portable oxygen concentrators segment has remained in the lead and can continue to do so throughout the given period due to the surging uptake by travelers as these are lightweight, compact, offer higher oxygen capacity and mobility. Stationary oxygen concentrators segment on the other hand, can record a better growth rate as these provide a relatively more stable oxygen source along with a hands-free provision as well as longer tubing.

Some of the top technologies considered in the study are continuous flow along with pulse dose.

Indication-wise, the market categories are sleep apnea, asthma, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and more.

The key market end users analyzed in the report include hospitals and clinics, travel, homecare, and others.

Regional Study

Medical oxygen concentrators market’s regional segmentation covers Europe, the Americas, MEA or Middle East & Africa and Asia Pacific or APAC.

Since 2018, the Americas has remained the highest revenue generating market, backed by the extensive spread of a large number of renowned companies and the availability of developed home healthcare care services. The mounting prevalence of respiratory diseases and the supportive reimbursement policies, especially in Canada and the US also bolster the revenue generation in the region. A case in point, studies by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reveal that at present; close to 16 million Americans suffer from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. Besides, government led initiatives like the approval granted by Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) for the use of portable oxygen concentrators in flights prompt further market expansion in the region.

Europe is touted to be the second highest gainer in subsequent years, with the market value being significantly bolstered by the massive geriatric populace and the escalating cases of COPD, pulmonary hypertension, fibrosis and asthma. Rising exposure to aerosols, chemicals, smoke, and various pollutants has boosted the chances of developing respiratory diseases in the region. EMA/European Medicines Agency says that there are currently over 30 million asthmatic patients in Europe, which improves the chances of the medical oxygen concentrators market garnering a higher position in the region.

APAC can demonstrate the fastest growth between 2019 and 2024, on account of the heightened preference for portable concentrators among travellers, rising healthcare spending and the augmenting awareness level about advanced equipment like oxygen concentrators. The health and living standards across the emerging countries is improving at a stellar speed, which has enhanced the general life expectancy of the people. This has been a key booster for the elderly population in the region, which is prone to a number of diseases and thereby, elevates the need for medical oxygen concentrators.

Key Players –

Medical oxygen concentrators key companies include Invacare Corporation, Inogen Inc., Charted Industries Inc., Koninklijke Philips N.V., Drive DeVilbiss Healthcare, Medtronic plc, GCE Group, Nidek Medical Products Inc., ResMed, and Teijin Limited, among others.

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