#medical procedure cw

[iamdarcylewis]

The first thing she felt was cold, but she was always cold so what was the difference? Then she felt heavy, and the bright white light when she opened her eyes. 

This… Wasn’t the apartment.

Panicked eyes scanning the room, all white, and a nurse right next to her who noticed Darcy was awake and started to talk to her but she didn't understand anything. Why didn't she understand anything? Oh yeah, she's speaking in another language so Darcy just shrugged her shoulders.

The nurse left and a doctor came in, nodding and giving Darcy a small smile.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Braun. I'm the doctor in charge of your case so I'll be explaining everything so far, if you have any questions please let me know." Darcy only nodded as he continued.

"Miss Lewis, you had a cardiac arrest. This can be caused for a lot of reasons which we can discuss once you've rested." Darcy was really tired if she didn't correct him when he called her miss and not doctor. "You're gonna need an implantable cardioverter-defibrillator, which is kind of like a pacemaker but instead of preventing your heart from going too slow, the ICD prevents it from going too fast."

"So I'm gonna be like a cyborg now?" She joked and God, her voice sounded so raspy and realized how thirsty she was. The doctor didn't laugh at her joke, tough crowd. "I'm.. I'm kidding."

"Yes, good to see you're in a good mood." Man, he was so serious. At least her doctor in Ne.w Yo.rk rolled her eyes at her, Darcy couldn't believe she'd miss her. "We will do this procedure tomorrow morning and depending on how well you begin to recover."

Darcy asked him more questions and he answered almost all of them, if he didn't he said they'd see after her procedure.

"Oh, and your friends are here." He said before leaving and Darcy nodded.

Wait, friends? But only Gabe was in G.ermany and talking to her.

#drabble #hospital cw #health cw #medical procedure cw #cardiac arrest cw #t; while i close my eyes hold me through this night.

[astrcthesiai-archived]

thank you for taking care of me. (Lami @ Marie)

Pale eyes widened as Marie's back was turned from Lami, who sat up in one of the sick beds. Marie finished washing her hands thoroughly after taking off her gloves. The redhead could feel her cheeks warm, as this was one of the rare times she had ever heard this.

The blood manipulator pulled a paper towel and dried her hands off as she turned to Lami.

"No problem, I'm happy to help," she said. "The stitches I made with your blood were a quick fix until we got to the ship's E.R. We later switched it when we had the right thread. Your brother is on his way. In the meantime, Nerissa's made tea, toast, and eggs. Would you like some?"

#【💊🩸bloody marie】 #blood mention cw #stitches cw #medical procedure cw #whiskeysmulti;lami #whiskeysmulti #【💊🩸sick bay ambience】 #【💊🩸bissha bissha fruit user】

[riverthylacine]

!CONTENT WARNING MEDICAL PROCEDURE!

Yesterday I got a Matrixectomy done on my toe and I found out I’m allergic to latex too?! The tourniquet they use had latex in it and my toe turned red and was burning???? I wasn’t allergic to latex before, but then again my mom and two of my brothers are also allergic to latex so it makes sense,

#medical procedure CW

[teaboot]

seeing the NSFW question and answers you've got happening here

my vulva is really itchy and sore but I haven't had any kind of sex recently or even used any sex toys recently. I haven't changed my washing powder. I haven't douched ever or used soap inside my vulva or used any lotions or scents around my vulva. I last shaved 2 weeks ago with a razor and the same body wash I always use. I don't think it's BV or thrush and its driving me mad. help?

CW DISCUSSION OF REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH

Shaving public hair can increase your odds of developing bacterial infections, yeast infections, and UTIs, all of which can present as soreness or itchiness. Underwear made of synthetic fabrics can, too. High-sugar diets, hormone fluctuations, thong underwear, dehydration, bath water quality, and some lubes can, too, as well as touching without washing hands thoroughly first. Long nails especially are fantastic at holding onto and transporting bacteria and fungi. Antibiotics can cause these issues, and antibiotics can cure these issues. Medications, too.

Short and simple annoying answer: Could be anything.

I recommend drinking lots of water and cranberry juice and seeing a doctor- if it is BV then using a yeast infection treatment will burn like holy hellfire and you dont want that. Getting a urine test is your best bet.

In the meantime, again, drink lots of water and urinate frequently. Don't wash with soap, but do wash, and do so with clean water. Wear loose clothing when possible made of breathable fabrics like cotton. Change underwear daily.

I'm not a doctor or a medical professional. These are just things I've picked up through work and life. My first recommendation is always to contact a doctor, and if you start producing unusual discharge, experiencing pain during urination, developing sores, welts, or a rash, or end up with swelling or pain in your lower back, DEFINITELY seek medical assistance.

Good luck, bud 👍

#Body health #Germs tw #Infections tw #Medical tw #Medical procedures #Illness cw #Disease cw #Reproductive health

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

#whats it called when someone recieves medical help they don't want #is it noncon medical whump #cw noncon medical procedure #someone help me tag this #anyway #cw gun mention #team whump #hero whumpee #field whump #emergency field whump #idk #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompts #whump scenario #hero whump #troy talks #answered asks #no edits we die like men #my whumpees say “fuck you” a lot #its a trend

[tapuhauko]

Hi everyone!! I'll be putting my blogs on semi-hiatus for now. I'll try to be around now and then but I got to put my health first for a bit! Details will be below the cut. Feel free to ask for my discord, I might make a 1x1 thing or a lil server for us to write in potentially! [ CW medical talk, hospital procedures, blood test mention ]

So. I had my check-up at the hospital yesterday. Had blood tested again last week for this, and got the results yesterday. Basically, all the values we wanted to go down have just risen once more. It's to do with my infection levels/CRP and my liver, both are still on the higher side and show no signs of lowering, and instead rose, despite it being two months now. It makes sense, cause my symptoms (muscle / joint / back and knee pain and extreme tiredness) have just worsened a tad too, so I feel kinda validated in a way as well? That I'm not making stuff up I mean, or that it's most likely not due to my brain's way of badly processing stimuli.

Either way, it's not good, so I now have a PET scan and an echo planned and they took more blood for testing. I'm honestly kinda afraid of what they could find given family history, but I also know it's better to just test and see than to just wait and do nothing. So yeah, that's my situation right now. I still go to my zoo work, and I still love it there, but I have to take a step back in multiple areas cause I just fall asleep after dinner and then sleep for 12-14 hours a day. It's just not healthy, and the lack of evening time to spend on hobbies has slowly dented my mood as well ;u; I'll try to be around at times, but I just need to watch my health for now ;u; I'll be around on discord a lot still, so feel free to ask for that! Once again thank u all for being patient with me!! care u all! <3

#after the rain ; ooc #medical talk cw #hospital procedures cw #blood test mention cw #will probably queue this a few times so more people see but yeah ;u; #if this needs further tagging let me know!

[withoutalice]

WIP doujin page. Kinda based in some past irl stuffs haha. Also can be looked at in the lense of my Max fic.

I know it looks bad in the tags but it's not medical malpractice i promise-

They're just trying to help...

#They're just trying to help... #it's court ordered checks :// had no choice... #implied past torture #i mean it's Max...in a medbay...in recovery #idk what you want from me #cw medical anxiety #no graphic injuries #non-graphic medical procedures #tw delusions #my art #my doujins #transformers #fortress maximus #max really hates physicals (me too) #uncomfy hospitals :(

[sociallyanxiouscryptid]

All eyes on me

Supervillain thought they could rule the world forever, they were wrong

CW: needles, medical procedure, restraints

Supervillain opened their eyes. It was funny because they don’t really remember closing them. Their vision blurred in front of them, sending their head into a dangerous spin. The nausea felt far away, so did the rest of them, their fingers a faint tingle in the vacuum. But slowly it was coming back to them, the cool air against their skin, the ache in their neck, even the sour taste in their mouth.

Then the tightness around their wrists

Rope was a familiar sensation against their skin, however usually it’s the other way around. The rope in their hands, around someone else’s wrists. They were tight, well done. Supervillain couldn’t move, not even a little. It made their hands tingle, but not enough to cut off circulation entirely, just enough to be deeply uncomfortable.

The room kept spinning as Supervillain tried looking up, the lights too bright, colours too muted. A light shifted, their eyes springing with tears that they tried to blink through. Someone shifted, a body near them, their heat startling against the cold.

“Maybe I gave you too much,” a voice muttered. The light shifted further, got closer. Supervillain recoiled.

“Wh-” their tongue was cotton, thick and tangled. They flinched, head lolling to the side, but a hand caught their skin.

“You don’t recognise me, do you?”

Supervillain still couldn’t see let alone recognise an asshole with a torch. They tried saying as much but all that tumbled out were half baked consonants.

The light vanished and so did the body, a whisp of a sigh falling from Supervillain’s lips. They weren’t sure where the fucker went but they took the time to breath, sucking in slow and measured breaths that filled their body.

Water poured over them, icy and biting and the slow measured breath turned into a gasp, followed by splashes of liquid that caught in Supervillain’s throat. They coughed, the thing shaking through their whole body as it quickly turned into a fit.

The hand came back, another rubbing their shoulder as the fit eased. Supervillain coughed up the last of the water, blinking into clearer vision.

A person stepped in front of them, smiling.

“Is that better?” They said. “Head a little clearer?”

“Le-”

“Ah,” they said, hand snaking out, pressing against Supervillain’s mouth. “I want you to recognise me first. I want you to remember.”

Supervillain stared into their face, their eyes. Nothing. Just another person for them to use, another person for them to control like everyone else. Something in the back of their mind shifted. Their eyes were pretty they guess, had they dated them? Rejected them? Were they about to be bested by a miffed ex?

You’re cute.

The memory came back all at once.

Too bad you’re in my way.

Supervillain’s eyes widened, but not nearly as much as Villain’s grin.

“Surprise.”

Villain stepped back, removing their hand but Supervillain was too shocked to speak.

“Wow,” Villain breathed. “You really thought you’d never see me again. That you could just lock me up and throw away the key.”

Supervillain truly had. Why wouldn’t they? It had never happened before, was supposed to never happen at all. Villain was barely recognisable now, worn, their body tired but eyes glistening with a mad delight.

“How?” It was the only think Supervillain could think, the only thing that mattered.

Villain delighted in the question, picking at the long sleeve of their shirt before beginning to roll it up.

“It took a lot of time,” they said, the scars on their arm slowly revealing. “A lot of experimentations and even more mistakes.” They rolled the sleeve up above their elbow, began on the other. “Do you know how hard it is to experiment on yourself? To cut into your own bone marrow?”

“Impossible,” Supervillain said.

“It should be, yes,” Villain nodded finishing the other sleeve. “But when you have time and immortality on your side you can get very creative.”

Supervillain just stared.

“Its understandable, why you were so cocky. Why you thought you could win,” Villain said, now pacing around Supervillain. “You have this power at your fingertips, one so strong and seemingly so reliable. You had no reason to think it would fail. No one can fault you on that.”

Villain stood somewhere behind Supervillain and it made the hairs on the back of their neck stand on end. A shiver ran through them and suddenly a true sense of danger sunk into their gut.

“Let me go,” Supervillain demanded, strong and powerful.

Nothing. Supervillain’s ears rung as they waited, skin itched ready for the ropes to come undone.

Villain laughed, a mad and joyous thing.

“I wasn’t entirely certain it would work,” they beamed, walking back to the front. “Sure, I could break your old demand, but would my alterations hold up to new ones? Could I disobey you?” Villain grinned ear to ear like a giddy child. “Oh I have waited so, so long for this day, to see that look in your eyes. Does it make you feel helpless? Feel weak?”

“Let me go,” Supervillain said again, firmer, pushing more intent into their words. Nothing.

Villain cackled.

“How did you enjoy the spotlight hey? The title world’s most dangerous villain?”

“Let me go.” Supervillain yelled, chest tightening.

Villain was on them, hands pressed against their wrist, face millimetres away.

“Oh but sweetie I am having so much fun. You had the arrogance to think you could take my spotlight, but now it’s my turn, and I am hungry for that light on my face.”

“This is impossible.”

“It was inevitable,” Villain stepped back. They wondered across the room, somewhere behind Supervillain.  

“Even if I can’t control you,” Supervillain said, “I still control everyone else. You won’t be able to move in this world without me knowing about it.”

Villain hummed, “oh you will know about every move I make, right up to your last breath.”

Supervillain tugged against their restraints.

Villain came back around with a needle in their hand, and without a word they grabbed Supervillain’s bicep, steadying the arm as they slipped it into the vein, precise and practiced.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m solving the problem you presented,” Villain said.

Villain carefully drew the blood, Supervillain watched it spill into the vial, head getting light. Villain filled four vials before removing the needle, not gentle in the slightest.

Supervillain arched themself, straining their neck as much as possible to see where Villain went, and as they did, they caught a glimpse of the entire room behind them. They were in a laboratory, Supervillain positioned over near a wall, everything around them pushed back.

Villain came back, still behind them though, something else in their hand.

“What is this?” Supervillain said.

Villain looked back around the room.

“Don’t you recognise it?”

Supervillain didn’t.

“This is the hole you tried to bury me in.”

Some sharp went into Supervillain’s back and the pain was blinding.

“Hold still,” Villain said, “I don’t want to damage anything.”

Supervillain did, only because every move brought more agony. Their nails dug into the chair, teeth about to shatter as they felt something move about, before being withdrawn. Supervillain gasped, choked on their spit.

“You’re doing so good,” Villain purred.

“They will come find me,” Supervillain growled. “And when they do, I will cut you up into tiny pieces and-”

Villain snatched their hair and wrenched their head back.

“No one is coming. No one cares about you,” Villain hissed. “That’s the thing about your power, no one is loyal to you, and because of your arrogance you had no safety measures in places. No one will come for you because they are all too busy carrying out your demands and will continue to do so until you issue new ones.”

Supervillain stared, the words sitting heavy on their chest, sinking deep into their stomach. There had to at least be someone, right? They hadn’t controlled everyone…

They had, they truly had. Everyone who worked under them, every enemy who encountered them, they were all under Supervillain’s control. Supervillain never gave anyone the chance to come in willingly, they didn’t need to. It was why they were the world’s most feared villain.

“You have come so far, and yet you’re still so ignorant, a baby in this world.” Villain tapped Supervillain’s cheek, letting go of their hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you what a real villain is.”

They came back around the front.

“I will remind the whole world what a real villain is,” Villain grinned.

#cw needles #cw medical procedure #sociallyanxiouscryptid #not a prompt #fiction #fic #ficlet #writing #short story #writeblr #writing snippet #snippet #writing community #story #villain #supervillain #whump #whump writing #writing prompts #fantasy #capture #angst #powers #superpowers

[masquenoire]

Apart from upper body surgery, Roman didn't require much else to maintain such a masculine figure. When he was dropped as a baby, the resulting fall damaged the pituitary gland in his brain, causing his growth (and aggression levels) to go haywire the day he hit puberty. Before then he remained a very small child, one easily pushed around by his parents but remembering every strike, every insult and slap he suffered at their hands until he was old enough to fight back. It came as a nasty shock to Mr. and Mrs. Sionis when the child they resented for years as being slow, ugly and unfeminine seemingly transformed overnight into an uncontrollable monster hellbent on tormenting them at every opportunity.

#💀 || musings #💀 || headcanons #gender dysphoria tw #gender dysphoria cw #child abuse tw #child abuse cw #I just remembered I never really talk much about Roman's issues as a trans man? #He does take testosterone injections to maintain his musculature but that's about it #He's very inclined to mistrust doctors and medical procedures after getting locked up in Arkham #Treating him like a freak in his opinion #The rest of his body though? All natural #And his parents HATED it #It's all their own fault for dropping him on his head the day he was born #Otherwise he might have turned out very differently #But yeah Roman's angry for REASONS #He literally can't help it due to the injury his brain sustained #Frankly it's amazing he survived to adulthood bc of repeated neglect #Like letting him suffer from a rabid racoon bite bc they'd rather not be late to the big bash the Waynes are throwing #Leaving Roman at home alone to suffer all weekend and nearly DIE #So yeah Roman is a modern marvel as to how durable the human body is 😂 #Can I force myself to do one response today let's see #Wope up very late and very tired bleh

[water-mellie-seeds]

Have i updatefyoy i forgot.

-been piss tested

-been blood tssted (took 3 stabs, ended up in thehand)

-been heart rated

-been ecg'd

-been. Blood pressured

-been temperatue checked

Coming up is the fluids to wchich i responded with 'i Loooove fluids big fan of those guys'

#medical procedure haul!!! tierlist gcomingsoon!! #medical #hospital #ask to tag #medical cw #medical tw #if anyine wanrs to armchair diagnose me itd be Realltfuknny and i welcome it

[captain-grammar]

Why a £200+ Trip to a Private Dentist Landed Me in Hospital (not clickbait)

Basically, I've had this weird hard mass/lump in my upper left jaw for the past two years. It feels like part of the bone has gone wonky or something, and it appeared pretty randomly. As it hasn't been causing me pain and I feel perfectly fine otherwise, I didn't do anything about it. I had one on the other side (though slightly smaller) a few years ago and that disappeared as randomly as it came. I assumed the same would happen and haven't really thought much of it.

Anyway, a month or so ago, I had to see a dentist about an unrelated dental issue - I had pain in a lower-left molar and it felt cracked. They reviewed, x-rayed, and filled the tooth, in a relatively painless procedure. Whilst there, however, they did their due diligence and raised concerns about the lump because they had no idea what it was, and couldn't rule out that it might be cancerous.

In an admirable display of thoroughness, they sent their xrays to the hospital and helped me as I dried my tears. You can't throw the C Word around with my family medical history and expect me not to panic, after all.

A couple of weeks later and I'm being poked and prodded by a specialist who looks at the xrays and listens to my anecodotal experience and thinks it's highly unlikely it's anything malicious (for a myriad of reasons) but doesn't know what it actually is.

He scheduled a CT scan and a biopsy and asks if, while I'm under local for the biopsy, I'd like them to remove a wisdom tooth that, according to the xray the dentist sent, is rotting under the gum line. The tooth didn't hurt and wasn't bothering me but if they think it may cause a problem later and I'll already be numb, they may as well take it out. In for a penny and all that...

Two weeks later, I was scanned in a process akin to sticking my head in a washing machine that takes literally 5 minutes. A week after that (this past Tuesday), and I was lying in a dentist chair, jabbed with about 5 or 6 doses of something that left my face numb for nearly three hours, and am now minus a tooth and part of whatever the mass in my face is. I was stitched up, given a prescription of antibiotics and told to salt water rinse my mouth 3-4 times a day.

I was also told that the tooth they removed wasn't a wisdom tooth but a supernumerary tooth of another kind, likely a canine. I just assumed the tooth hadn't come through properly and that's why it was rotting but no. In a bizarre and rare twist of inherited genetics, my mouth decided to grow a random tooth where it shouldn't be. My mystery mouth continues to baffle maxillo-facial specialists across the county.

Test results will be mailed to me but I likely won't hear about that for a while. My face is swollen to buggery (but it's going down!) and the stitches, while dissolvable, are a little irritating.

Basically waiting for the next phase which depends on the results of the biopsy. Whatever it throws up, I'll likely be needing a certain level of facial surgery but results will determine how they go about it.

And all because I needed an emergency filling.

#bry rambles #life shit #tw: medical procedures #cw: medical

[lestatslestits]

@whumpuary Prompt 1 — Secret Revealed

Fandom: Broadchurch

Warnings: Medical procedures (discussed), life-threatening illness (discussed)

Word Count: 982

Loosely inspired by this photo:

“I thought we were going to lose your dad that year,” Ellie says, and Daisy’s breath catches in her throat.

“Sorry, what?”

It’s just after midnight, the earliest hours of the new year, and Daisy Hardy and Ellie Miller are huddled in the semi-darkness of the living room poring over photo albums from years past. It’s her first winter holiday home from university, and she’s feeling oddly nostalgic for a time she thought she would never miss. She’s fairly sure Ellie’s never seen most of these photos, school pictures and holidays captured in snapshots and carefully pasted into albums by the inexpert hands of Alec Hardy. Most of them are from before Daisy came to Broadchurch, documentation of a time Alec himself was scarcely present for.

2014 is particularly sparse: her relationship with her dad had been strained at best during that period. She had loved him and hated him, pushed him away and missed him so tangibly that it made her chest ache. They’ve only got one photo together from that year, a painfully self-conscious one taken by a disinterested employee at a pub in Sandbrook during one of his rare visits. It’s a family portrait of a family that no longer exists. In it, she and her mum are a cheerful group of two, while her father stands at a distance, posture tense. “You might try smiling,” her mum had sniped in that tone she kept carefully light.

It hadn’t been a great year.

Read the Rest on AO3

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno1 #secret revealed #broadchurch #alec hardy #broadchurch fanfiction #cw: medical procedures (mentioned) #cw: life threatening illness (mentioned)

[lilybarthes]

cw:blood mention, cw: medical

talking to the phlebotomist this morning: "i have spider veins so it's best if we start on the lower part of my forearm right away."

the phlebotomist: "nah, trust me, the lower we go, the harder it gets, it's much too complicated. we'll try the crook of your arm first."

*three stabs lateeeeur*

the phlebotomist: "... and that vein up there looked so good but whenever i punctured it, nothing came out! i could have cried! turns out you were right all along!"

me, fighting tears: "haha, yeah."

#cw: blood #cw: medical procedures

[anonymous-gambito]

Sometimes my mind wanders into thinking of the world of ATLA and medical procedures and here's where this strange head of mine has found itself this time

I'm thinking about the earth kingdom being be the one to invent their world equivalent of the twilight birth method. In fact, I think they'd experiment with hypnosis and drugs a lot to treat both physical and mental issues. They'd be the ones messing with a lot of "modern psychiatry/psychology" stuff and as this shit goes, they'd leave multiple dead countless injured on their way with this experimentation, it'd be some messy shit

The Northern water tribe would probably be pretty advanced with surgical procedures, all with having waterbending healing on their side. It would cut a lot of the risks and make for way shorter recovery times. They'd probably have an incredibly higher percentage of successful C-sections than anyone else.

Fire Nation would realize the need to keep babies warm, especially premature ones, in order to "strengthen their inner flame"

#cw medical procedures #cw psychiatric abuse #atla #avatar the last airbender #i worded this like shit lmao #im sleepy #cw medical malpractice

[helianskies]

hetaween | free day prompt 🧠

From his office, Antonio went back downstairs and towards the rear of the house. There was a set of doors shut behind another set of doors that protected his research; he pulled a key from his pocket to let himself into the first room, where he sanitised and sterilised. He then swapped bare hands for gloves and a thick apron, wrapped tightly around waistcoat and shirt, before he then proceeded straight through to his private, personal theatre.

As one might have guessed, it was a theatre in the surgical sense. But that did not mean it was entirely without performance.

[ read full fic on ao3! ]

event: @hetaween-event

rating: explicit ⠀ wordcount: 5k

#hetaween 2023 #hws spain #hws england #engspa #hws portugal #free day token #cw graphic description #cw gore #cw medical procedure #pls read the ao3 tags i uh. i did stuff. and toni did stuff. uh.... #i hope you enjoy! happy halloween!! #helia writes #pp au

[lastoneout]

Like I am willing to put up with it to figure out what's wrong with me, but like ngl some of the shit my new urologist wants to do to me has to qualify as a form of medieval torture.

#Me And Mine #I have a procedure tomorrow and like after the thing I had to do on tuesday #if I never have to do another fucking medical procedure it will be too soon #cw medical stuff #personal #negative #vent