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pixelmensupremacy · 9 months

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Could you do a re2 cop Leon x an EMT male reader? I hope you’re still doing requests!

A/N: I took my sweet time writing this, fro which I deeply apologize. Also I haven't written any man x man dynamic since middle school and I tried my best!

Word count: almost 1.3k

WARNINGS: male!reader, mentions of wounds and blood, not proof read

A cacophony of bright red and blue hues flashed in erratic manner, throwing rays of light in the darkest, loneliest hours of the night akin to a beacon of light, yet not one of hope but rather one that frightened the distressed souls further. The unsettling melody of the sirens echoed in his ears; long ago had he gotten used to the unpleasant sound that ironically wasn’t associated with anything positive even if the opposite was its core value. His eyes fluttered closed; silently he bared himself for the worst even though no mental pep talk could’ve prepared him for the things he had witnessed throughout his career as an emergency medical technician- though luckily for him this night that wasn’t the case.

Arriving at the address of the call, (Y/N) was rather pleasantly surprised to see familiar faces. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh along with his new colleague officer Leon Scott Kennedy; an ever so faint smile curled the corners of his lips as he approached the two men with his medical supplies in hand. The few seconds it took him to walk up to the uniformed men seemed prolonged as if someone had put him in slow motion as a form of a twisted game that tested him- and he was giving in. He found himself observing the younger man, no matter how much he fought the urge he couldn’t peel his eyes off of the charming officer. His sandy bangs fell elegantly on the sides of his face, framing it perfectly, his azure eyes glimmered with energy typical to someone who’s hopeful and even naïve, yet that’s what made them captivating, for he saw his younger self in them.

“Good evening.” Immediately (Y/N) anchored the attention to himself. Leon flinched, which lead (Y/N) to think the young officer was startled by his presence though the warm smile that appeared on his face proved that to not be the case.

“Mister (L/N), we’re so glad you came.” Lieutenant Branagh struck his partner with a look of disapproval that went unnoticed by the officer.

“You better have a good reason to disturb my peace on a Friday evening.” The smile on Leon’s face froze as the joy in his features was swapped with guilt in the matter of seconds. Numerous words of apologies rolled off his lips as panic settled within him; (Y/N) couldn’t hold back the smile that curled the corners of his mouth, it made him feel guilty though he couldn’t help but find his pouting expression utterly adorable.

“I’m just messing with you. What’s the problem?”

“I believe my partner may have gotten injured. He could use medical attention.” And with that the Lieutenant left the two men alone; the air seemed to warm up despite the low temperatures of the night. Silently, (Y/N) placed his equipment on a nearby bench and began browsing through the contents of his bag. Leon froze as he watched him sort out the necessary tools, too bewitched by his presence to even care to breathe, yet even if Leon was pass out he would immediately receive medical treatment; he noted how his hands delicately held the bandages and how he carefully placed them near the pale container with rubbing alcohol. Such simple motion was inexplicably captivating to the officer as if had been caught under a spell that had him dumbfounded.

“Please have a seat, officer.” Heat rose to his cheeks, dusting them with soft pink; immediately he obliged and sat on the bench opposite of the medical technician though that wasn’t for long, since he stood up only to kneel before the officer. Without uttering a single word, he took the officer’s hand and began pressing at it with the tips of his fingers from his wrist all the way to the valley where his forearm met his biceps, his fingers wrapped around Leon’s wrist as he folded his arm towards him. Breathlessly, the officer observed (Y/N)’s face; his eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes were slightly squinted. Heat continued to spread throughout Leon’s body under the technician’s touch; it was as if his touch was charged with electricity that struck the officer every time their skins came in contact.

“Tell me where it hurts.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper; Leon hummed a bit too lewdly then he anticipated, earning a confused look from (Y/N). The medical technician felt a rush of adrenaline traveling to his core, though he kept his composure as he went on with examining the charming officer. He took a hold of his calf, his hands slowly glided up his knee, where he gently pressed on the fold of his leg; a soft whimper rolled down Leon’s plump lips.

“Does this cause you discomfort?” The officer shook his head no, his timid azures gazed at the technician through half lidded eyes. (Y/N) fought the ever growing urge to smile at the sight in front of him; Leon’s mouth was agape, allowing for the air to easily flow into his burdened lungs, his lashes fluttered ever so slightly with every move of the technician’s hands.

“On first glance there’s nothing concerning on the outside.” (Y/N) spoke as he stood up, closely followed by Leon’s curious gaze. “Unless you’re hiding something under that armor of yours.” He eyed the navy blue of his uniform, which in return caused the officer’s cheeks to turn a deeper hue of pink. Silently, Leon watched the medical technician carefully, yet quickly packed his equipment; numerous thoughts raced through his mind as he desperately searched for an idea to make him stay just a moment longer until the perfect idea struck him.

“I got another spot that should get examined.” His heart hammered against his chest, for a sudden rush of nervousness washed over him akin to a colossal wave; successfully, he anchored the man’s attention.

“Where?” He rose his brow at the officer. Silently, he pulled at the fabric of his collar, revealing a crimson line trailing across his pale skin. The technician faced the other man and took a closer look at the wound; his fingertips ghosted over the crimson colored flesh, causing Leon to wince. (Y/N) glanced at the man before him, his (E/C) irises searched his azure ones; Leon nodded wordlessly assuring. A rush of blood spread on the sides of the officer’s face as he noted how the medical technician inspected his wound, how his digits delicately worked with the milky white bottle of rubbing alcohol and how his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Leon hissed through gritted teeth at the sudden sting that forcefully brought him out of his dream like state.

”Forgot to warn you. It’s gonna hurt a little.” He spoke quietly and calmly; his gaze met his for a split moment, worry was woven into his (E/C) irises. Silently, Leon nodded, for he was afraid that if he were to speak he would say something he would regret and instead focused on the warmth of his hand that rested atop the pulsating wound. The sharp pain slowly faded as pleasant warmth took its place, though whether it was from the alcohol or (Y/N)’s strong yet delicate grip on his shoulder Leon couldn’t tell, perhaps it was equal parts from both.

“All done.” (Y/N) stood up, depriving Leon of his electric touch, the officer grew so found of. “I got to admit, you’re very tough.” Heat spread across Leon’s cheeks akin to a wild fire that left behind red trails across the fair plains of his face.

“Is he gonna make it.” Lieutenant Branagh appeared seemingly out of thin air, causing the officer to flinch.

“He’ll be good in no time.” (Y/N) stole a glance at Leon before he faced the lieutenant.

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 11 months

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Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis (R) has signed the “Protections of Medical Conscience Act,” a law that allows healthcare providers or payors to deny service on the basis of “a conscience-based objection,” including any ethical, moral, or religious beliefs. The bill provides no definition for what constitutes a “moral” or “ethical” belief.

The law seeks to protect health care providers and payers from the “threat of discrimination for providing conscience-based health care.” However, advocates worry it’ll be used to deny LGBTQ+ people gender-affirming care, HIV-prevention medication, and other essential and life-saving care.

The law allows any medical provider — including doctors, nurses, ambulance drivers, pharmacists, mental health professionals, lab technicians, nursing home workers, and hospital administrators — as well as insurance companies and payment entities, the right to deny care on the basis of any conscientious objection. This care can include refusing to conduct research and recordkeeping or denying medical tests, diagnoses, referrals, medications, and therapy, the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) notes.

The newly signed law says denial of care can’t be based on a patient’s race, color, religion, sex, or national origin, but it provides no protections on the basis of sexual orientation or gender identity. Additionally, the law also allows healthcare employers to discriminate in hiring and bars medical boards from disciplining doctors for spreading misinformation, essentially forcing employers to keep workers who refuse to do their jobs, the Human Rights Campaign (HRC) noted.

In a statement, the HRC said the newly signed law “creates a license to discriminate by allowing healthcare employers to discriminate in hiring, and it bars medical boards from disciplining doctors for spreading misinformation.”

Kara Gross, legislative director and senior policy counsel of the ACLU of Florida, wrote, “This bill is shocking in its breadth, vagueness, and government overreach into the private sector and regulated businesses. It goes far beyond any alleged claims of religious freedom.”

Gross notes that anyone in the medical field — including at public and private schools, colleges, and universities — could choose to deny service to someone they personally dislike. Medical workers could refuse to assist in an active medical emergency, such as helping an unwed mother to give birth. Medical office clerks could refuse to return patient calls, and pharmacists could refuse to dispense contraceptives or medications to heal sexually transmitted infections, citing their “ethical” or “moral” beliefs.

Brandon Wolf, press secretary for the LGBTQ+ organization Equality Florida, told the Pensacola News Journal, “This puts patients in harm’s way, is antithetical to the job of health care providers, and puts the most vulnerable Floridians in danger.”

“Our state should be in the business of increasing access to medical care, not giving providers and companies a sweeping carve out of nondiscrimination laws,” Wolf added. “Shame on the Governor for putting Floridians’ health at risk to score cheap, political points.”

DeSantis was joined at the signing ceremony for the new law by State Surgeon General and Department of Health Secretary Joseph Ladapo. He has spoken out against science-based federal guidelines that support gender-affirming care for transgender teens, citing debunked studies about transgender people.

In July 2020, Ladapo appeared in a viral video as part of a group called America’s Frontline Doctors. The video was organized by the Tea Party Patriots, a right-wing group backed by wealthy Republican donors.

The group in the video, which had no epidemiologists or immunologists, promoted the anti-malaria medication hydroxychloroquine as a “cure” for COVID-19, said that face masks don’t slow the virus’s spread, and that COVID-19 is less deadly than the flu — all three claims are untrue. Lapado has written numerous op-eds repeating the video’s false claims.

The video also featured Dr. Stella Immanuel, a pediatrician and religious minister who has said that “demonic seed” inserted into sleeping individuals causes endometriosis and ovarian cysts.

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ausetkmt · 11 months

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Everything we know from Tyre Nichols' autopsy | News | fox13memphis.com

MEMPHIS, Tenn. - An official autopsy report from the medical examiner’s office not only confirms Tyre Nichols’s brutal beating, but it also goes into detail of how bad that damage was.

The report ruled Nichols' death a homicide due to blunt force injuries to the head.

"The decedent was a 29-year-old man who was struck multiple times during a law enforcement encounter," the autopsy reads. This is the full autopsy for Tyre Nichols.

Nichols died at 1:41 p.m. on Jan. 10, 2023, in police custody, three days after video captured five now former Memphis Police officers beating him with his hands held behind his back.

According to the autopsy, the 29-year-old Nichols had blunt force injuries to the head and neck, including bruises on the brain tissue.

The report also states that Nichols had rotational/torsional injury of the brain, meaning that Nichols' brain suffered injuries from a rapid change of the rotational velocity of the head - something that can occur from taking a direct hit to the skull.

While at the hospital, Nichols' brain was found to be bleeding, one brain hemorrhage, and he developed acute kidney injury and liver failure, the autopsy states

There was also subscapular and subgaleal hemorrhages or bleeding in the space between Nichols skull and scalp, the report shows.

Attorneys Ben Crump and Antonio Romanucci, representing Nichols' family, released the following statement after the report was made public.

"Video of this killing stunned the world, and we are once again stunned to see it put into words by the medical examiner. Tyre suffered blunt force injuries to the head, neck, torso, and extremities by Memphis Police. The utter brutality of the deadly beating that Tyre suffered is once again highlighted in these official autopsy results - no part of this young man was spared as he was tortured to death by these officers."

In an exclusive interview with FOX13, attorney Ben Crump told us why this report only strengthens the case for trial.

“The findings of the autopsy confirm what we saw in the video of Tyre Nichols being savagely beaten and brutalized by the MPD officers,” said Crump.

“It further underscores why we must have accountability because the tragedy to many in the community is how many instances of this brutality happened and they were not captured on video?”

Crump said these findings are the same as what his team saw from an independent autopsy done back in January.

WATCH: Ben Crump talks as Tyre Nichols' autopsy report released

Crump said for Nichols’ family, four months later, it’s still a tough pill to swallow: “This is something you’ll never get over – your child taken from this earth and this savage manner, the fact that he was so close to home, the fact that his last words were calling out for his mama, saying ‘I just wanna get home, I just wanna go home’, those are the words that will haunt everyone that saw that video forever.”

Nichols also suffered intramuscular hemorrhages to the head and neck. The report notes "extensive hemorrhage of the right temporo-parieto-occipital scalp".

The 29-year-old was taken to the hospital 27 minutes after emergency medical technicians arrived at the scene.

Nichols' toxicology report shows that his BAC was 0.049 (less than the legal limit to drive in the State of Tennessee) and he had THC in his system. Other drugs, administered at the hospital, were also found.

Other injuries Nichols suffered included blunt force injuries of the torso and other extremities as well as injuries from status post cardiopulmonary arrest and resuscitation, the autopsy shows.

Tyre Nichols right eye is described in the report as being severely swelled and purple. Both eyes were reported to have bleeding underneath them.

Cuts of different lengths were noted on Nichols' cheeks and lips.

The report also noted bruising on the brain tissue in the regions of Tyre Nichols' brain which are considered a key areas for language comprehension and production, cognitive process of decision-making.

Tyre Nichols suffered more bruising and cuts over his body, including to his neck, shoulders, buttocks, pectoral muscles, forearms, upper arms, knees and thighs.

The autopsy noted "extensive ischemic necrosis" of the liver, a condition which can be caused by blunt force trauma.

Nichols' body is described in the report as being "well-developed (and) well-nourished" with no track marks on his arms and no scars on his wrists.

Five former Memphis Police officers have been charged with aggravated kidnapping and second-degree murder, among other charges, in Nichols' death.

Officers charged in Tyre Nichols' murder plead not guilty

Five former Memphis Police Department officers who authorities charged are responsible in the beating death of 29-year-old Tyre Nichols on Jan. 7 - a case that emotionally jolted the Memphis community and the nation - make their initial court appearance this morning.

Another officer, Preston Hemphill, was fired after an internal investigation by MPD but was not charged criminally in Nichols' death.

A lieutenant present at the scene that night retired prior to his internal hearing.

Three Memphis Fire Department employees were fired after an internal investigation into their actions on the night of Nichols' death.

Crump said he wants legislation to go just beyond Memphis, even on a national scale.

So far, Memphis city council has passed six ordinances that are aimed towards police reform.

#tyre nichols #tyre nichols autopsy #tyre nichols murder #memphis #tennessee #mpd #Black Lives Matter

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the-trans-dragon · 7 months

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Healthcare is just like "Well our system doesn't have an option to scan both areas so we have to input it as two scans, so that's why it's twice as expensive," and "Let me print you off a list of supplements to try," and "Hmm well, lets try some extra fiber for now and schedule a follow up in a couple weeks," like is that really the best option or do you just want me to pay for another appointment, and "No, doctors dont usually look at the scans, they just read the radiologist's notes," and "You want a copy of your results? Oh...okay... Uh... let me go...get a CD and put the results on it for you..." and "You're having what symptoms? Oh, sorry, I can't help you with that, I'm not a surgeon. Who should you go see? I don't know, a surgeon?" like can you at least recommend one or send a referral (he did not), and "No, there's side effects," and "You need to go to the emergency room if you have those side effects," and [learns more about my health from a 1985 research article than I have learned from any doctor; found a similar article that was published four months ago but it thinks it's normal to charge $39.99 for 15 minutes access] and [it's my responsibility to find a place to get testing done even though I have no idea who to call, and I don't know if the place charging $600 is any better than the place charging $450 but they did seem more knowledgeable over the phone but that was just a 5 minute phone call, and even if they're lower quality, it might be worth it to save enough money to save enough money to cover half of the price for a doctor visit] and [desperately decides to send a short polite professional email to the author of a research paper to ask about their work because research articles have historically been more helpful than doctors and at this rate I might as well learn all I can because I'm frustrated enough to think that maybe getting a medical technician degree or something might be cheaper and faster than approaching healthcare as a non-medical-professional] and "Sorry we haven't gotten that prescription yet, but we'll text you when it comes in" and "Sorry, there's a national shortage, but we do have [similar medicine but it costs 10-30x as much, though it DOES work a lot better, which you got to learn briefly when you had health insurance which brought the price down to about 2-3x as much as the cheaper version] if you want to ask your doctor about it [and thus paying for another doctor appointment also]" and "Incorrect email or password, please try again," and "Incorrect email or password, please try again," and "Incorrect email or password, please try again," and "Incorrect email or password, please try again," and "Incorrect email or password, please try again," and "Incorrect email or password, please try again," and "Hello, I'm calling to see if the doctor ever got back to you. No? Okay, sorry about that, let me go see if he has a moment. You should get a call from him shortly," and I'm.

Tired.

#sorenhoots

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innqufocus · 1 year

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last part for now of the Insight’s main crew; bff edition. details below

left: Gehaol Viqsar, second to the head of the scientific team on the Insight. he’s insightful and compassionate and brilliant, specializing in genetics and bio-organic studies. Gehaol is one of Erkleid’s closest friends, having been a fellow scientist to Erkleid’s late mate, Nenfurt Torma. they’re extremely close, with Gehaol often going out of his way to give Erkleid extra help or sneak him things he might want from the labs. he’s still relatively young, but a valued member of his team. in the Another Voice series, Gehaol is invaluable as being the one to figure out a way to separate Erkleid and Donatello’s dangerous telepathic and genetic bond. scales: ghostly pale blue bioluminescence: pale green age: 99 Earth years song: Astronaut in the Ocean, by Masked Wolf

middle: Erkleid “Ray” Naera, one of the youngest medical technicians on the Insight at a mere eighty-five years old. Erkleid is an extremely anxious individual, overthinking everything and seeking approval for his every action. he specializes in emergency medicine, being similar to an EMT on Earth. he is one of the five Caandensaurs in his entire race capable of bearing live eggs, making him an important member of his dwindling society. Erkleid has a deep crush on one of the Earth specimens his people abducted from the planet, Donatello, because of the identical brainwave frequency he shares with Erkleid’s deceased mate, Nenfurt Torma. Erkleid is sweet and attentive, willing to bend over backwards for Donatello’s safety and comfort. he appears here as he does at the end of the Another Voice series, sporting some... choice scars from a traumatizing event from the story’s third act. scales: electric blue bioluminescence: canary yellow age: 85 Earth years song: To Tell You the Truth, by Written by Wolves

right: Enpaui Drefin, the head scientist on the Insight, and one of Erkleid’s close friends. his specialty lies with a healthy bit of everything; Enpaui is very intelligent and works with everything from technology to biogenetics. he’s often mistaken for lacking the Caandensaurs’ traditional heating bands, because the coloring of his bands is nearly identical to the color of his scales. a caring and logical individual, Enpaui is hard-working and enjoys taking notes on everything and anything he can get his hands on to study. scales: robin’s egg blue bioluminescence: pale yellow age: 101 Earth years song: Royal Beggars, by Christina Rotondo

#okay that wraps up this series for now #tmnt another voice #another voice series #tmnt ocs #tmnt alien oc #enpaui drefin #erkleid naera #ray #gehaol viqsar #scientists #med tech #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutnt ninja turtles 2012

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beardedmrbean · 8 months

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LONDON -- A surgical tool “the size of a dinner plate” has been discovered inside a woman’s abdomen 18 months after undergoing a caesarean section while giving birth to her child, health officials have confirmed.

The unnamed woman from New Zealand, who was in her 20’s when she gave birth to her child in 2020, underwent a scheduled caesarean section at 36 weeks plus three days gestation, according to a report released by New Zealand’s Health and Disability Commissioner, Morag McDowell.

“An Alexis wound retractor (AWR), a device used to draw back the edges of a wound during surgery, was left in her abdomen following her C-section,” the report said. “This resulted in the woman suffering chronic abdominal pain until the device was discovered incidentally on an abdominal CT scan.”

At the time of her procedure, a host of operating room theatre staff were present at the C-section, including a surgeon, a senior registrar, an instrument nurse, three circulating nurses, two anesthetists, two anesthetic technicians, and a theater midwife, officials said.

However, the woman soon began to fee serious pains in her abdomen and began reporting this to her doctor “a number of times in the 18 months after the C-section,” including, on one occasion, going to the emergency room at Auckland City Hospital because the pains were so severe.

On the day of the procedure, the surgeon performed a midline laparotomy and initially used a large-sized AWR, according to the report.

“However, the surgeon stated that this was too small for the incision, so it was removed and replaced with an extra-large AWR,” officials said.

The senior registrar who was on site during the C-section said in the report that “a midline incision was made and an Alexis retractor was inserted, however it was too small for the incision.”

This instrument was subsequently removed and replaced with a larger with a larger Alexis retractor.

“The Case Review found that it was this second AWR (size XL) that was retained,” according to the report. “It should be noted that the retractor, a round, soft tubal instrument of transparent plastic fixed on two rings, is a large item, about the size of a dinner plate. Usually, it would be removed after closing the uterine incision (and before the skin is sutured).”

Continued and picture of the device being used for a caesarean under the cut, you have been warned.

not super gross, but some folks don't want to see that.

“As far as I am aware, in our department no one ever recorded the Alexis Retractor on the count board and/or included in the count,” an unnamed nurse is quoted as saying in the medical report. “This may have been due to the fact that the Alexis Retractor doesn’t go into the wound completely as half of the retractor needs to remain outside the patient and so it would not be at risk of being retained.”

Two of the nurses present said they had no recollection of the case. However, one of the nurses recalls opening a second AWR. She noted that this was very unusual, and they had never had to do so before or since.

“I remember being asked by the scrub nurse to open another Alexis wound retractor … We had none in the prep room, so I quickly fetched one from the sterile stock room,” the other nurse said. “I opened this to the scrub nurse and left it at that. I do not remember telling [one of the other nurses] that I opened it and I did not write this with the count, as at this time this item was not part of our count routine.”

The report released announcing this incident is a full assessment of what happened in the operating theater at the time of her C-section.

“I acknowledge the stress that these events caused to the woman and her family. The woman experienced episodes of pain over a significant period of time following her surgery until the AWR was removed in 2021,” the health commissioner said. “I accept her concerns regarding the impact this had on her health and wellbeing and that of her family.”

The commissioner recommended that the woman be provided a written apology by hospital staff and a review of hospital practices is now underway.

Said the commissioner: “However, I have little difficulty concluding that the retention of a surgical instrument in a person’s body falls well below the expected standard of care — and I do not consider it necessary to have specific expert advice to assist me in reaching that conclusion.”

#nunyas news

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euhemeria · 11 months

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Rites of Unshared Spaces

Part One: Thoughts of Arid Paper Sea

Chapter One: Claustrophobia

She does not remember anything of what they said in the aftermath, and they have not spoken since. What could she say? I’m sorry might be a good start, for a number of reasons. But to apologize would be to invite a conversation about what happened, and that she has never quite felt ready for.

Fandom: Overwatch Rating: T Category: F/F Characters: Angela, Fareeha Warnings: N/A A slowburn Pharmercy fic wherein, after several years having not spoken to one another, Angela and Fareeha work to rekindle their friendship and along the way find something more. Also on ao3 and dreamwidth.

After a long journey, one never quite returns to the same home one left. Angela is intimately familiar with it, that queer in-betweenness, the acute awareness of all the little changes, the discomfort of expecting one thing and finding another. Aware too, is she, of the fact that even when things are perfectly preserved, she herself is changed enough that the once mundane is rendered alien. Too often, she has left for a short journey and returned someone else entirely, all that once was hers belonging, now, to some version of herself she will never be again. She knows well what it is to be a stranger in her own home.

Somehow, returning to Overwatch feels nothing like that.

It is changed, certainly, and nearly beyond recognition. Where once she was lured to join their ranks by gleaming new research facilities and the promise of funding beyond her wildest imagination, now she finds herself working with equipment that has not been touched in five years, let alone serviced in that time. There are not proper medical research facilities in Watchpoint: Gibraltar, either, not like there were in the old Headquarters. Instead, her only office is in the medical wing, which, in truth, was not built for long-term patient care, was meant to be used only in the direst emergencies before transferring patients to the far better equipped facilities in Geneva, under the watchful eyes of herself and her staff.

Her old office was so bright as to nearly be blinding, and the current one, situated half underground, is far dimmer, several of the lights in need of replacement. Despite her best attempts at cleaning it, the air still smells somewhat of disuse underneath the familiar sharp antiseptic. It is smaller, too, by far. Although her previous office was far from palatial—Overwatch never did put enough value on the sort of work done at a desk—it had, at least, space for her to meet with people when she needed to, and an adjoining conference room for those times when an office was insufficient. In this current space, she can barely fit her desk, a filing cabinet, and a second chair. It is far from comfortable, and she does as much of her paperwork as she can in the larger exam room, taking her notes as she goes.

Granted, she has had very little paperwork to do, as of yet, having not had to treat any particularly serious conditions aside from Mei’s initial injuries in Paris, and she can hardly complain about a lack of a conference room when there is no one to conference with. As of now, she is the only doctor on staff, and they have no nurses, technicians, physician’s assistants, or physical therapists to speak of. They are running a skeleton crew, at the moment—less than one.

But as few of them as are here, as empty as even this small base seems, in comparison to the bustle of the old days, already it feels like home in a way no other place has, since the shutdown. Here, the sound of Reinhardt laughing down the hall, there, the smell that lingers around Torbjörn after a long day in the workshop, and now, the familiar flash in the hallway of Lena hurrying off somewhere.

When Overwatch was shut down, Angela was glad for it, believed it for the best—thinks, still, that such was the right choice—but even then, a part of her was sad to see that chapter in her life close. In their own strange way, her squad mates became her family, and it hurt her, to leave them all behind.

But she did.

On the final night before the Petras Act went into effect, she said her goodbyes and departed for OCG, abandoning whatever she could not fit into her 20kg luggage allotment to the rubbish, and leaving no forwarding address. Overwatch had been so crushing, in those final years, so suffocating, the tension between Jack and Gabriel so thick that she could not breathe, at times, and she needed to be free of it, of any reminder of it. As best she could, she put distance between herself and those days, avoiding writing anyone, let alone calling or visiting, and with each passing month she felt the pressure lift, little by little.

It was not easy, the work she fled to, but the wide open sky as she walked from tent to tent on assignment in Venezuela gave her the chance to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages, eased the claustrophobia she suffered from in those final years with Overwatch.

When it had started, the fear, she cannot place. Or, rather, the fear itself has a simple origin—after her parents’ deaths, she had nightmares for years, dreamed she was with them as the hospital collapsed, felt the layers of concrete and debris fall in on her, crushing her slowly, slowly, slowly, each breath getting more and more difficult—but it had been in the past when she joined Overwatch, was something she had worked hard to overcome, in her teen years and early adulthood, and by the time she went into the field with Overwatch, she truly thought she was over it, was able to go to crowded indoor concerts so long as she stuck to the margins, was comfortable in elevators finally, and had even made plans with her boyfriend at the time to visit the Catacombs in Paris. She knows, now, that she was foolish to think that it was something she could get over, as simple as that, a fear she could conquer, ignoring its root cause, but she had been hopeful, in those days, and more than a little naïve, had truly thought she had laid her past to rest, and that there was no harm to be done, in continuously visiting disaster zones that reminded her of the past.

She ought to have learned quickly how wrong she was. Her third time out in the field, she was at the aftermath of a shelling in Alor Setar, spent the better part of an afternoon trying to prevent those survivors being pulled from the rubble from immediately being lost to crush and compartment syndrome. It was natural that she might have the old nightmare return, after that, if only for the night—and it was only the night, that first time, so she dismissed it. The stress of the situation would have disturbed anyone’s sleep, and they were all shaken, after that. Even with her nanobiotics, ACS mortality rates guaranteed a grueling day for everyone; it was easy to discount that first warning sign.

Looking back, she can chart the progression, but at the time, she did not want to see it. Even in retrospect, all but the most pivotal moments are difficult to pinpoint, so gradual was the decline. Rather than a linear worsening, a building of things to their inevitable conclusion, it was just an increasing frequency of bad days, until those bad days became the norm, and worse ones, which, too, became usual, and so on and so forth; perhaps more than anything, this scares her, because now she finds herself worrying, each time something happens, if it is again part of some greater pattern she cannot see.

What she knows is this: she was fine, when she joined Overwatch, or as close to fine as she has ever been, felt healthy and normal and unafraid, did not have to plan her days around her fear, was able to go and to do nearly anything she wanted, even did some things specifically because they scared her, and by the time she left, every room felt claustrophobic, even her lab.

The only safe place was the sky.

She should have run sooner, she knows that now. In her way, she did try to, left the lab for the field, took to the air, even ended her engagement, did anything she could to get out of the feeling of everything pressing down around her—anything but leave Overwatch. She must have known, she thinks, what was wrong on some level, must have realized the cause of it, but still, she did not put the blame on Jack, on Gabriel, not until the end, still thought it was her fault, somehow, assumed that the problem was her powerlessness in the face of death, did everything she could to seize control.

It did not help. She skipped the elevator for the stairs, whenever there were other people in it. She barely concealed a panic attack in the ORCA on the way back from London. She started doing her paperwork in the conference room, because her office was just too small.

Looking back, she can see how it happened, when, remembers being stuck with Jack and Gabriel in the lift one afternoon, shortly after Rialto, the tension between them so think the air felt unbreathable, remembers the argument they had, comms still on, as she, Lena, Reinhardt and Torbjörn made their way back from London, not stopping until Ana cut the channel, remembers when they came into her office, three weeks after Ana’s death, and an argument had exploded out of nowhere. She remembers, so clearly, the feeling of the walls closing in, and the air stale in her lungs as she took shorter breaths, the redness rising in her face and the way she started to sweat. She remembers that Jack and Gabriel never noticed, not even when she thought she was about to be ill, so absorbed were they in their argument; everything was collapsing in on her, and they could not see that anything was wrong.

That was the moment she realized, finally, that she needed to leave—too late. Headquarters came crashing down the next day, her worst fear realized.

She does not remember the aftermath. She knows what of it she has seen, in photographs and news footage, knows that she found her suit, somehow, that she stayed there for three days, pulling people out of the rubble, tending to the hurt, the dying, before she could do it no longer, knows she did it all with a face completely blank, unable to feel any of what was happening around her. She knows that, in the end, someone had to pull her away from a body—whose, thankfully, cannot be seen in the photographs—and that she fought them, screamed.

She knows that, after all of it, she called her ex-fiancé and left him a nearly incoherent message. She knows that he came, that he checked her into the hospital—nominally for dehydration—and that he made sure she was back in the care of her old therapist before he left. She does not remember anything of what they said, and she has not spoken to him since.

What could she say?

I’m sorry might be a good start, for a number of reasons. But to apologize would be to invite a conversation about what happened, and that she has never quite felt ready for. Even her old comrades, those who ought best to understand what it is she went through, who experienced it with her, the unraveling of their world, the constant pressure of the environment they were in and the powder keg they were sitting on, she has yet to speak to about it.

As best she could, she ran from them—ran from it all.

It felt, then, like a matter of survival, running away, felt like the only place she could breath was a thousand kilometers away from all of them, tending to strangers in disaster zones where all she had to do was step outside a tent to see the endless sky above her. She did not think, then, that she would not speak to any of them for another five years.

But she did not. With the exception of Genji, whose first letters began with important medical questions, and therefore could not be ignored, she avoided all of them. She told herself that she would get back in touch, when she felt well enough, would speak to them again when their presence was not an unpleasant reminder of all that they went through together, but the longer time went on the easier it was to just keep putting it off, and to believe that she was better off for it.

Were it not for Ana and Jack’s appearance at her doorstep, she might have continued in that way for the remainder of her life.

She still is not certain if she would have been better off for it.

Turmoil followed them, as always, led to her donning her suit again. And another kind of turmoil, afterward; in the tent, talking with Mahmoud, an old familiar feeling, the air too hot to breathe, her thoughts years away as her body betrayed her, a tear escaping before she could even realize.

No, going back would be a mistake. If one day with Ana and Jack was enough to provoke that, after her years of slow, steady progress, was enough to cut into her recovery so thoroughly—she could not possibly return to Overwatch. Not then, not ever.

Quickly as she could, she left Egypt, only briefly stopping back at her apartment to gather her things, told herself that she had to leave to prevent anyone else finding her. In truth, she was running, again, away from the feeling of Overwatch closing in, of the past catching up, of walls collapsing in on her. The thought that someone might actually pursue her was the least of her concerns, as the people she believed she was hiding from were her former colleagues, and so it came as an unpleasant surprise, a handful of weeks later, when the Recall came through, and an even more unpleasant one when an old acquaintance found her in Cyprus.

Initially, she had been happy to see Baptiste, had only worked with him for a week, in Venezuela, but remembered him fondly nonetheless; his positivity had been a breath of fresh air to her, then, so freshly out of Overwatch. He was not so happy to see her when he found her, however, and brought with him the news that Talon was tracking her—hunting her.

And there, a problem: Talon cares not for collateral damage. To be hunted means that ones mere presence in a location puts others at risk, making it nigh on impossible to do any meaningful humanitarian work. What good would it do, if she came to the site of a mudslide and saved a dozen people, two, if Talon, in pursuit of her, started a firefight that killed thirty-three more?

To go back home would pose similar dangers, would only invite an attack in another crowded area; one with better resources, perhaps, but no less innocent people or fewer potential victims of any fallout.

Where to go, then?

Only one place: Overwatch.

And so she finds herself here, in a basement office that might make anyone claustrophobic, let alone her, surrounded by she is by memories of the past.

But the familiar fear has not found her, not yet. All those years spent running, convinced that any contact with the people from her past, the ones she loved, would send her again spiraling, and instead, she finds she is fine, at least so far.

In fact, she is better than fine. For the first time in years, she finds herself among people she loves. Rather than feeling like no time passed at all, in the most negative sense, it instead feels the same in a good way. There is some momentary awkwardness, to be certain, when Lena says, “You never wrote me back!” but her excuses are accepted almost before she has uttered them, Lena excitedly remarking that, “S’alright, now I can get you all caught up in person! Em and I have…” and launching into a two hour monologue about the joys of cohabitation, and picking out wallpaper.

Reinhardt, too, seems to bare her no ill will, already aware that she did not write anyone else, either. Genji, she has nothing to smooth over with, Winston understands her need for space, Mei was in cryostasis, and Torbjörn and Brigitte are family to her, in their way. For all that Torbjörn grumbles about her having not come around, or bothered to call, she knows she is forgiven before she even needs ask.

It feels in the beginning, then, like she is coming home. For all the time that has passed, for all the different places their journeys have taken them, they have found themselves again here, and without Jack, without Gabriel, without the arguing and the anger just below the surface, it is a relief, to be again among friends, feels not like returning to the home she left, but the one from even further back that she told herself could never truly have been so beautiful as she remembered it.

Not quite the optimist she once was, she still sees the reality of their situation, knows that this peace may not last, long, once they find themselves in combat again, knows that she might soon be exposed to the sort of humanitarian crises that bother her the most, shellings, and thinks that will be the real test, how she reacts to that, will show her whether it really was the emotional tension that got to her, all that time in the first Overwatch, or if, indeed, it was the work too.

Most likely, she knows, it was some combination, but she could manage it, in MSF, the memories and the fear, had good days, and bad, but felt on the whole like she was recovering, not getting worse. If things go well here—if they can avoid the sort of conflicts that plagued them the first time, that made her feel like she was being crushed and simultaneously pulled apart—she thinks it might not be so intolerable, to stay.

If Overwatch has not become a sort of emotional sore spot for her, in and of itself.

That remains to be seen.

But, truly, what could she do if it were? Leave? And go where? Knowing that Talon is hunting her, knowing what they have done to the agents they have found—better to stay. Better to stay, no matter how miserable it makes her. Better to let herself become, again, the sort of person who sleeps with her curtains open and sneaks out of tense meetings to go outside and catch her breath under the pretense of a smoke break, with no excuse for why she does not smell of it when she returns inside. Better to live in a cage than to die like—

No. No she cannot think of it that way, cannot let herself believe she is stuck here, because then it all comes tumbling back, collapsing in on her just like she always knew it would.

They assigned her a room, a private one, since she is one of the higher ranking members to return. She says it smells moldy, and she would rather sleep in the main bunks with Lena and Mei until she is quite certain it is remediated.

There, she has to worry about her nightmares waking the others, but at least she falls asleep confident that she will wake, dreams less often of the ceiling collapsing in on her, on all of them.

Why could they not have ended up at a base where more of the compound was aboveground?

In a way, she supposes, this too feels like home. The fear is a familiar one, was common in her time in Overwatch originally, and to the years after she lost her parents, and even before that, in the earliest years of her childhood, where she fell asleep every night with the knowledge that she might not wake in time to escape the next nighttime raid.

Then, it was worse. Even the sky was no escape, the moon and the stars blanketed by the ships overhead. Now, when she wakes, she can at least sneak outside, look up, and see that the sky is clear.

It occurs to her that she feels more at home with this fear than she ever did without it.

She tries not to dwell on that too much.

But it is undeniable, the past few years feel, the longer she is here, like they were some strange interlude, and do not fit within the greater continuity of her life. Like her engagement before, they feel almost like she was playing at what life ought to be, what she thinks it is for other people, not what life has always been for her. Which is to say this: people she loves, who love her. Desire to help others, above all else. The fear that threatens to suffocate her.

It kept you alive, a therapist told her, once. It did, she knows, but it is hard not to see, too, all the ways it kept her from living. So afraid, was she, of fear itself, of what it would do to her, to be consumed by it, that she did not reach out to her friends, her only real family, for years. It made her think that the only way she could be safe, could be happy, was if she ran from everyone she knew, if she abandoned her support system in the time when they needed one another the most.

That therapist also told her to not let the fear control her, she knows, in a different conversation, only said that first part so she would stop hating herself for being afraid, for the things the claustrophobia of her teen years kept her from doing. Still, it is hard to see the value in it, now, even if she survived the places she let it take her, that need to be free of everyone, of everything she thinks is holding her down.

At least they have forgiven her, her friends. At least they have welcomed her back. She never doubted that they would, not really, knew that they loved her, but she did doubt her ability to accept that love, was afraid it would feel, again, like a kind of smothering, or that even being around them would be an uncomfortable reminder of the past, of a time when her worst fears were realized, and the world truly did collapse in on her.

So far, that has not been the case. Perhaps she really did heal, in her time away. She can separate, now, the claustrophobia, in the true sense, from the sensation of being trapped emotionally, suffocated by the tension in her working environment as she was before. She knows what she feels, now, is mostly the latter, is so because she has been forced back here by the threat to her life, not because of anything within the organization, and not because it is really bothering her, the size of the rooms she is in.

It gets worse, certainly, with stress, and so it was hard, before, to disentangle the two, but after her years in MSF experiencing only the one, she thinks she can identify, now, the difference.

What she felt, when Overwatch was ending, was not claustrophobia at all, not really, was only the culmination of the stress and the pressure of the environment, the compromises she was asked to make, the betrayals of her principles, her very self.

It is still not ideal, she knows, that she reacted so badly, suffered so much. Overwatch is, after all, is not an easy place to work, and she will no doubt have to grapple with that again, but it helps, to know she was not the only one. Ana is so different now, or seemed so when they met, and Reinhardt—they all know what happened to him. Still, he is back. If they can trust him, then surely they can trust her. She will have to be careful, this time, to not be so naïvely certain that she is only claustrophobic, and to think herself cured of that, as well, will have to be more aware of the sort of gradual decline she experienced last time, so that she can catch it before it gets to the point where it seems impossible to come back from. Before Overwatch, and after it, she worked in high pressure environments, and she knows she can do so again, particularly with the support of her friends—her family—now that she has them back.

Or, most all of them.

Cole, she thinks, might be more difficult to win back when he returns. He is more easily wounded than the rest of them, and not nearly so quick to forgive as Lena. When she called him to verify what Baptiste had told her, he was curt, insisted that she go meet up with Winston and the others for her safety, and ended the call before she could begin to say anything else. He might have been busy—she thought she heard something in the background, and it would be far from the first time he answered one of her calls in the middle of a firefight, terrible a habit as that is—but he might, too, have been angry, have been hurt. He is due to be back in a few hours time, bringing with him new recruits, and she thinks they will have to discuss it then.

Out of anyone, after all, she thinks he has the most right to be cross with her. They were close, once, and although the revelations about Blackwatch’s activities towards the end of their time together put a strain on things, before he left, she knows he made overtures towards an apology in the years since, could not stop herself from reading the beginnings of his postcards like she could avoid opening the letters sent by everyone else.

Angie, started the first one, his nickname for her she begrudgingly tolerated, only because it was him.

Angela, a few postcards later, when it became clear that his first few attempts garnered no response.

I’m sorry, said the last few, no other address needed. They both knew who she was to him.

Please, the final one, two years ago.

That relationship, she fears, might take some mending, some time. Always, their friendship was a singular one, and she thinks that it will take them a while to find their footing with one another again; their perspectives on everything have always been so very different that she fears that with so many years apart, it may be difficult to know what to say to him, when the time comes.

Still, she will try. She will meet him when he lands, will hug him, if he lets her, if he is not too angry, too wounded, smarting still from her rejection.

Eventually, she knows, he will come around.

Or perhaps sooner than eventually. Far sooner.

“Angie?” It is the first thing he says, as he departs from the ship, sounding for all the world surprised to see her there, as if he did not practically order her to return to the Watchpoint when last they spoke.

But maybe he is surprised—it is early, 03:00, and only she and Winston are there at the hangar, waiting for their ship to dock. She can see why, after years of silence, he would not have expected her to come out to meet him.

“Cole!” She hopes she sounds excited to see him, and not nearly so anxious as she feels.

She must, because he repeats her name and practically runs up to her, arms open—and stops just short of hugging her. Although she appreciates the hesitation, remembering, likely, that hugs can be intolerable to her, sometimes, on days when she feels worse, she is quick to close the gap, wants little more than to be able to hug him back, in this moment.

“I missed ya.” As if it were that simple.

“I missed you too.” Maybe it is, in this moment. Later, they will have much to discuss, apologizing and catching up to do, and it will take them some time, she suspects, to really get back to where they were, before everything, but here and now, it hardly seems to matter. He still smells the same, cigars and whiskey and beneath it all himself, and he may be less one arm—which she is certainly going to make him explain later—but he still hugs her the same way, and speaks in that familiar voice. They have both been changed by the years, that much is immediately clear, but in the face of the friendship they had, perhaps that does not matter nearly so much as Angela feared. Cole is still the same person she cared about, no matter the ways time has changed him, has changed her.

For a moment, it feels like coming home.

Then, over his shoulder, she sees an unexpected face.

“Fareeha?”

She knew Fareeha had received the Recall, but she had heard, too, from Lena, and Reinhardt, and Brigitte, that she had declined, and so it is quite the surprise to see her old friend here—if a very welcome one.

“Fareeha!” she repeats, pulling out of Cole’s arms in order to go give a proper greeting, already reaching out to touch her when—

“Doctor Ziegler,” is the response. Clipped, curt, professional as Fareeha steps around her and begins making her way out of the hangar, although she cannot possibly know where it is she is going, does not know how they have reorganized the Watchpoint in order to use it as their temporary headquarters.

For a moment, Angela is too stunned to move, just stands there watching Fareeha leave, blocking the exit of the other people still aboard the ship in the process. Then her mind and her body catch up, and she forces herself to move, to get out of the way.

Perhaps some things have changed, after all.

#so basically i wanted to read a pharmercy slowburn but like a very specific style #which meant WRITING it... YUCK!#ANYWAY fareeha has a very valid reason to feel some type of way even if angela doesnt know it yet #also yall i wanna skip ahead to ch21 bc its good like i wrote a great scene but alas i gotta write ch2 first lol #rory writes fic

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faggotmox · 2 years

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"trauma magnet" [ ems/cafe au ] masterlist

Chapters: [ one ] AO3 link: [ right here ] Summary: Jon Moxley & Eddie Kingston are a troubled EMS crew working nights in a new area. Claudio Castagnoli & Bryan Danielson have opened up their dream coffee shop/bakery recently in the area. A chance meeting brings the pairs together, but the complex layers of issues, trauma, & challenges work against these men as they attempt to date & establish relationships. Falling in love with each other maybe the easiest part of it all. Warnings/Content: Emergency medical services AU, a lot of tobacco use (cigarettes & dip), eventual mental health issues, eventual dissuasion of substance abuse/alcoholism (more to come) Content Notes: Just a general warning that this fic will eventually get into some dark territory involving death, emergency medical work, ableism, disability, alcoholism, drug addiction, medical trauma, substance use, smoking/dipping, injuries, PTSD, & mental health in general as well as relationship issues. I went through EMS school & worked very briefly in the field. This isn't meant to be a perfect depiction. None of the calls Eddie & Mox go on will be explicitly written unless specifically stated. I'm gonna do my best to make sure this is appropriately tagged & warned but let me know if I miss something or there is something you'd like tagged/warned about!

Characters Guide:

Eddie Kingston: Paramedic Jon Moxley: Emergency Medical Technician Bryan Danielson: world famous baker Claudio Castagnoli: former chef, current barista Excalibur: EMS Captain Taz: EMS Lieutenant Orange Cassidy: Dispatcher more to be added

#ranger written #fic. trauma magnet

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unaloquita · 2 years

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I had to take my cat Pluto, or as I like to call her, Plutina, yesterday to a veterinary clinic. She had a chicken bone splinter stuck in the center of the roof of her mouth. My dad routinely gives our pets bones whenever my mom cooks any sort of meat. My family and I panicked, but we tried to solutionize. We tried to remove the splinter ourselves, but my sister and I feared my mom and dad would hurt her even more by using needle long nose pliers—that are used for car mechanics.

My sister set up an emergency appointment at this place called North Valley Veterinary Clinic. I requested that we go there a while back ever since a woman by the name Christina Kilby, who ran a non-profit pet rescue, recommended it to volunteers. For two months, I used to volunteer for adoptions on weekends.

My sister drove us meanwhile I sat in the backseat with the pet carrier carrying our cat who pierced our ears with bloodcurdling meows for the first few minutes of the drive. We arrived at the clinic in less than thirty minutes. We were put in exam room two. Pluto was weighed on a baby scale; the baby scale stood out to me! The veterinary technician took down some notes on the computer that accessed Pluto’s file. After the vet tech left the room, we waited about five to ten minutes for the doctor to come through the door and see Pluto. He brought in an assistant-in-training to assist him. I grabbed and picked up Pluto off the ground, since she was hiding behind a trash bin. I placed her on the steel exam table. I couldn’t look directly at the veterinarian assistant’s face because it made me feel nervous. The veterinarian assistant had tattoos on their arms and hands, and a crush blossomed based on appearance! Obviously, I couldn’t make eye contact with the young guy!

The doctor took out his stethoscope to examine the rest of Pluto’s body. My eyes were poking out and my hands didn’t know what to do with themselves. In my head, I couldn’t handle this sweet moment. Then they opened her mouth in a gentle manner. The vet assistant held a fancy looking steel flashlight and the doctor inspected where the bone splinter was located. They closed up her mouth, and the doctor told us he would be back with Pluto in two minutes. The vet assistant carried away Pluto as he walked out the room behind the doctor. The differences in size between the assistant and Pluto also shook our hearts.

The doctor returned holding the bone splinter with medical pliers. He advised us to not give our pets bones. In much more serious cases, they can get stuck in the esophagus or stomach, and surgery will have to be done, which isn’t inexpensive. He didn’t speak to us like we were dimwits, like some doctors do in terms of voice tone. He told us to pack up, he walked us out, and he didn’t charge us anything! Our faces both had the expression that said “Wait, what?!” We were taken aback and felt grateful at the same time by this kind gesture. I didn’t get the doctor’s name, but I’m pretty sure we will be coming back. Thank you to this man for taking away Pluto’s discomfort.

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Types of Open Injuries

Abrasion -- damage to the superficial layer of skin -- caused by a body part rubbing or scraping across a rough or hard surface

Laceration -- a deep cut in the skin -- has jagged edges

Incision -- a cut in the skin -- has smooth edges

Avulsion -- soft tissue is torn loose or hanging as a flap

Penetrating Wound -- injury resulting from a sharp, piercing object

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raposarealm · 2 years

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A break from the disastrous Kimochi, because I feel like crap! And what better way to distract myself from feeling sick than to talk about a sick boy!

Not the Yuyoyuppe album, this but this specific scene from Axess I’ve meant to rag on for a while now, from Episode 50.

(A read more for minor spoilers, I guess. And also because this got hella long.)

You might remember this as being right after the final fight versus Dark Blues, and also after the stupidest stunt the egghead pulls all season, which lands him in the hospital.

First off, I’m going to bitch about this shot for a second:

(Credit to @panningexe for these shots, by the way, because I physically cannot bring myself to rewatch Axess.)

(This would be a good time to add in a disclaimer: I’m not a nurse or other medical professional, I’m a pharmacy technician who still doesn’t have her license in this state because I’ve been too busy to take the PTCB test. I did some preliminary research for the stuff beyond the pharmaceutical aspect, but most of that was just ‘stuff I learned from my mother who was an RN 20 years ago’. Take the finer details with a grain of salt, and please correct me where I’m wrong.)

Series never get medical things right, but, shockingly, that IV line is correctly set up. Taping down the extra line isn’t usually done from what I’ve seen, but it’s not wrong. Tangled lines are more of a danger, as long as the taped lines there are still loose enough to not impede the flow rate. But. You want me to believe this is a patient in critical condition, in a hospital in a large city, in the future, and all you have to regulate flow rate is a roller clamp?

But Rapo! you say, clamps can be used along with other regulators! Yes, but, lemme direct you to this other shot from the same scene:

It’s harder to see here, but: there really is just that one roller clamp and the drip chamber built into the line (which doesn’t really regulate drip rate well on its own.) Yeah, those work just fine, but they’re harder to use, and are therefore more prone to human error. Hospitals are already phasing them out, like, in real life.

There’re two LVP bags (Large Volume Parenteral bags, large amounts of sterile fluid used usually for regulating essential bodily functions,) on the stand there. If I remember the episode correctly, Enzan was out of commission for multiple days following his dumb stunt, but I don’t remember how long he was unconscious.

Quick rundown of some common LVPs for context: Normal Saline contains sodium chloride (usually 0.9%, but treatment of severe dehydration and NPO/’Nothing By Mouth’ patients often receive 0.45% instead,) is used on nearly everyone who’s admitted to the hospital, since it’s used to help with dehydration, and especially on critical patients and those with blood loss (and is sometimes co-administered with blood products.) Also containing sodium chloride with other compounds are Ringer’s Solution and Hartmann’s Solution (also called Ringer’s Lactate.) Both contain other electrolytes (calcium chloride and potassium chloride are pretty standard, for instance,) but Ringer’s Solution contains sodium bicarbonate in place of sodium lactate (hence “lactated” Ringer’s.) When high sodium is a risk, such as with renal impairment or some chronic conditions, or when a patient’s body is especially acidic, such as suffered with sepsis, then Ringer’s or Hartmann’s may be used in place of saline. (Source because it’s long.) Lastly, Dextrose 50% in water, usually abbreviated to D5W, can be used when the body is malnourished. Note that these might have to be switched around depending on the SVPs (’Small Volume Parenteral,’ or just normal medicine that’s injected or otherwise administered parenterally) given, e.g. nitroglycerin and norepinephrine, medicines used in cardiac emergencies, can’t be used with Hartmann’s.

Side note over. Anyways, there’s only two bags present on the stand there, and the line’s only attached to one. Sometimes LVPs can be used to keep an IV line open while no medicine is being administered, but. This is, again, an unconscious, critical patient. From the first picture, we can see bandages on both Enzan’s hand and head, which I’ll guess are probably burns from the forced Fusion attempt (he was holding the PET and smacked into Blues head-on.) Burns are one of the worst things to treat, as they’re excruciating for the patient. Plus, there’s a chance that said head-on impact could’ve cause some head injuries. Why isn’t he on pain medication? A conscious patient can take medication orally, but that’s kinda hard to do when someone’s out cold. Burns carry significant risk of infection, too, and IV anti-infectives are often injected into the LVP bag directly, or ‘piggy-backed’ onto the IV line, which requires them to be placed on the stand higher than the LVP so that gravity pulls the piggyback medicine into the main line. I don’t see a connector on that line, but I suppose the medicines could have been injected directly. However, due to the manufacturing of that type of bag, there’d be a stopper on it to keep sterility, which maybe it’s there, but I don’t see it.

Also, can we take a look at the rest of the room? WHY ARE THE MONITORS OFF?!!? The only time you shut those things off are when you take someone off life support. That’s why hospital halls are filled with those annoying ‘bing’s -- those monitors have to be there. You never know when someone who looks stable suddenly become tachycardic. You never know when someone’s IV line fell out and now they’re not getting the medicine they need. You get the point. Not only are those monitors not connected to Enzan there, they’re not even on! For God’s sake, the closest he has to a monitor right there are Anetta and Netto standing next to him!

As side not that I don’t know how to work into the rant, I’d say I’m surprised he’s not on oxygen, not even the nasal cannula you’d see in every soap opera episode that takes place in a hospital. I had one of those in for a sleep study, for God’s sake. But, since this is a medical device that I wasn’t actually taught about because my class sucked, I’ve now been informed that cannulas aren’t used unless the patient shows explicit difficulty breathing, but doesn’t require intubation (endotracheal tube, AKA tube down the throat,) or mechanical ventilation (partial or complete respirator.)

It’s nearly 1am and I’m done ranting, but TL;DR, if I lived Akihara, I’d have sued this hospital by now.

#speaking of pain meds that's what i'm on right now and i'm H Y P E R #i almost wrote kamihama instead of akihara so i guess enzan gets to stay in the satomi medical center along with mitsune that one time #like i said before i have three modes #a) madoka b) rockman and c) pharmacy #now i need to cover the one hospital(?) scene from the manga vol 5 because it actually wrote a cardiac emergency accurately!#'rapo you want to be an emt don't you?' how dare you but also kinda #i told ma that who was also an emt and she goes 'i shouldn't have told you so much about emergency medicine growing up'#don't let me watch a medical drama. EVER.#rockman exe #ijuuin enzan #because he's the unfortunate but idiotic victim here #rapo rants #i aspire to try and teach y'all medicine but i don't know much myself beyond drugs i just like to pretend i do

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Fragments Of Hope - Chapter 2

note: i will start to post on wattpad and ao3 next week, flashbacks will be written in blue

warning: flashback, domestic abuse, physical violence, mention of blood

The sound of the hectic life of New York was passing through the windows of the blondie’s bedroom. Half-awake and not very thrilled, he was disturbed by the noise, annoyed that he couldn't sleep a bit longer. Knocking on his door interrupted his thoughts, and as he turned to check the time on his alarm clock—10:12 am—Diane's familiar voice rushed in. "Tyler, are you awake?" she sounded to be in a rush. Her sister entered the room and asked “Sleepy head, haven’t you slept last night? Can you drop me at work in an hour ?” The sleepyhead in question was looking at her, confused somehow, still wishing to sleep more. He then nodded and muttered a “Sure” with a deep morning voice. “Coffee shop ?” Diane asked once again. Tyler, still groggy, agreed, and they settled on a coffee shop plan.he turned on his stomach and put his arms under the pillow, “also do we need to pick you up?”

“Yes. I’ll finish pretty late around 9pm but if you drive me there you gotta get up right now.” She said while sitting on the edge of his bed and laid her back on his back. Tyler felt her weight being heavier but he didn’t mind her doing that. Diane, a medical lab technician, had landed the job through their mom, a biologist in the same lab but in a different sector. It all began when their mom introduced Diane to a real lab after her first school lab experience.

The once-brunette girl with green eyes was captivated by the environment—machines everywhere, employees handling objects—it was a new world for her. Her gaze shifted to the windows, blinds half-closed, casting a dim light into the room. Spotting Tyler's favorite hoodie on the chair by the window, she deduced he had been outside.

"How long did you stay outside? You usually never go to the fire escape. What made you change your mind?" she inquired. "I wanted to breathe some air and enjoy the view," Ty replied, shifting beneath his sister. "How was it?" she asked, intrigued by the unusual change in his routine. Feeling her brother's presence, he chuckled, "Not bad. My stupid ass decided to shiver outside for some reason," he said, allowing her to lift her weight off him. "Get up; you're being heavy," Diane smiled, leaving the bedroom.

After completing his usual morning routine, Tyler dressed in a white t-shirt, a blue vest, and wide-legged jeans. He headed to the kitchen, served himself his favorite cereals, and settled several meters away to watch his preferred TV show. With 30 minutes to spare, he waited for his sister to get ready. When Diane emerged 20 minutes later, she was dressed in black trousers, a white turtleneck, and her hair in a low bun, holding a handbag and coat.

"Shall we go?" Tyler asked. "Sure, just let me get my boots. I'll join you in the car; it's parked next to the convenience store in front," Diane replied, rushing to her room.

Tyler put on his platform boots, his coat, took the keys, and left the apartment. He exchanged greetings with his neighbor heading upstairs as he went in the opposite direction. Outside, the cold winter wind made him shiver, and he almost ran to his mom’s jeep.

Inside the car, he turned on the ignition, waiting for Diane. As they drove, Diane suggested a local coffee shop near K-town instead of Starbucks, to which Tyler agreed. During the ride, Diane inquired about their mom's return last night.

"Were you awake when mom came home?" she asked.

Tyler sneered and chuckled, "Yeah, she was tipsy last night. It was kind of funny seeing her out of the world with a red face."

Diane laughed, leaving a 'Cute.' After ordering coffee, Diane, initially silent, decided to broach the uncomfortable topic of the upcoming verdict for the driver involved in their past trauma.

"We both know that we hate talking about what happened with Dad’s friend, but I wanted to tell you I knew somehow it wasn’t a good idea to call the cops. I think we could’ve found another way to make Dad stop hurting us. I somehow knew that it won’t end well," she stated.

Tyler, triggered and irritated, cut her off, retorting, "Well, at least he is nicely staying in his coffin." Despite Diane's defense of their father, Tyler continued driving, his childhood memories of their father's abuse fueling his intense hatred. He hated when she defended their dad. He just kept driving. Ty’s hate for his father thrived during his childhood because of the way he treated them in the past, he remembered each stroke he received and each time he has beaten their mother till he left her unconscious.

They both left their respective bedrooms, drawn towards the ominous sounds reverberating through their recently acquired apartment. The cacophony led them to a grim scene in the living room – their mom sprawled against the wall, blood staining the freshly painted white surface. Tom, a menacing figure, had her in his grip, inflicting further harm. Despite the pain, their mom suppressed her screams, shielding her children from the horrifying spectacle. Behind Tom, the children silently observed. His harsh insults and brutal strikes left scars on his wife’s body. Tom turned, locking eyes with his frightened children. 'Go back to your bedroom or you'll get what she's having,' he hissed. Terrified, they complied, retreating to their rooms. In the hallway, Tyler, unable to bear witness, grabbed the landline phone.”Di, we have to call the cops; Mom isn't moving at all.” he sobbed while dialing 911. “Tyler, we can't! Dad will kill us if he hears us calling the cops. It's not the first time she's beaten—”

“Diane, are you stupid?! She's probably dying?!” Tyler almost shouted, relaying the necessary information to the emergency operator. Their mother's desperate pleas echoed in the background. The children exchanged anxious glances. What was happening in the living room?

“What is he trying to do to her?”Diane scream-whispered, her voice strained from the earlier ordeal. Both of them were staring at the door for long minutes that seemed to be forever. A few meters away, their mom was shouting, heaving slaps were heard, noises from outside were heard, huge thuds and a man screaming. It was the cops, Tyler took this opportunity to leave the bedroom, he ran till he reached the main entrance door and almost cried of relief when he saw the cops telling him to leave the apartment and ask for his sister. The cops entered, arrested their father. Ambulances arrived minutes later. Both their children saw their mother full of bruises and blood.

"I don't know why you keep defending him after what he did to us," he hissed. "I know what you'll answer anyway. Calling the cops or not, a car crash or not, or having him point a fucking gun at us, he wasn't made to stay with us. Him and his friend," he continued. "It's awfully irritating to know that he might get out of this situation very easily, and before that, he wasn't detained, and he didn't die with him. Also, 'it's still our dad' talk is not working. Diane, stop being this blind. He didn't have any respect toward us, and you want me to give just a little bit of respect?"

The tension was palpable in the black jeep. Tyler was irritated, and so was Diane. They both arrived at her workplace. She left the car and said, "Promise me we'll get out of it." Tyler didn't expect that from her. She was usually someone who doesn't express her true feelings; she was reserved and shy. Yet, she defended her father, but she knew how her brother felt. "I promise," he assured her. It gave him some hope for their future. After confirming her schedule and exchanging goodbyes, Tyler drove back onto the road. At the red light, he sipped his coffee that he hadn't drunk yet.

A call from his best friend, Andrew, interrupted the silence. He answered and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Hey, do you wanna come over?" Andrew immediately invited him. "Where's the 'hi, hello, how are you, what are you doing?'"

"Come over, and I'll ask you all these questions, plus you are driving, so hurry up." Tyler responded with a simple "Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Upon arriving at his friend's flat, Tyler received a warm hug from Andrew's mother. After some casual chat, Andrew suggested they go to his bedroom. They talked about the past three months, their plans, and shared stories, reminiscing about their first meeting in elementary school.

Andrew couldn't help but ask, "Do you want me to come with you tomorrow? I don’t know if they allow people to go inside the court, but I can wait outside." Andrew knew about Tyler's father, having seen and heard things, ready to do anything to help his friend. He added, "I know you are nervous about tomorrow, but I felt that I had to talk about it. You still aren’t able to go back to school or have a job, even if you try your best. That’s because your stubborn ass thinks it doesn’t need any help—well, it does," he stated, emphasizing, "Diane had followed the therapy sessions; she didn’t miss ANY of them," and Tyler needed to understand his point. "So did Carmen," Andrew mentioned Ty’s mother. They both went back to work without any issues with therapies, therapists, and Diane even managed to earn two language certifications. "Look at her now," Andrew finished.

Tyler was on the verge of admitting that he couldn’t handle it all, feeling like he was miserably wasting his time and failing at life even more. He opened his mouth to speak but didn't dare to add anything. Andrew was right.

"Who’s right again, huh?" his friend smirked. "It’s me again, and you’d better start collecting your shit together and heal. I miss my old blondie guy."

Tyler just smiled, recognizing the truth in Andrew's words. Perhaps he should make more of an effort to work on himself; after all, he had plans and ideas of what he wanted to do. The young adults decided to unwind by playing some games and enjoying pizza that Andrew ordered, a way to relax before the impending verdict. While engrossed in the game, Andrew inquired whether Tyler had informed his mom of his visit. Tyler's eyes widened.

"Oh my, fuck, pause the game. Let me call her." As he attempted to reach her, Andrew didn't stop the game, continuing to score goals with a devilish look.

"Man, wait, I told you to pause the game. Argh, don’t—oh hey, Mom—yeah, I went to visit Andrew…"

The call ended quickly, as did the game after Andrew won while literally cheating. It was a brief, enjoyable moment of relaxation.

The tension filled the jeep once again. Carmen was driving, her children alongside. The three of them felt that this court proceeding was going nowhere, a futile expenditure of time and energy. They knew he’d either receive only a few years of sentence or perhaps none at all. All these steps, energy, and money seemed destined to be lost against someone who wasn't worth the effort. Once they arrived in front of the court, Tyler’s heart raced; he would soon face the same man who had participated in his traumatic experience.

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