#paralysis mention

[whumpacabra]

Day 2 - Insomnia

Hospital setting, insomnia, anxiety, guilt, self blame, referenced car accident and paralysis

[Directly follows They made it out]

Casey could feel it wash over him on the flight back to the mainland. That buzzing anxiety between his ears that wouldn’t let his jet lagged mind quiet. Which was fine - he had handled more sensitive work with less sleep; everyone was rightfully more concerned with RJ and their newly acquired civilian friend.

Their friend that he had hit with a fucking truck.

Even with Katie’s reassurances that he could recover and would with proper care, the guilt remained. Which was fine - he had done worse to better people, this was just another mistake he would carry to his grave.

That didn’t mean he could sleep at night, brain running through what the civilian - David, RJ said his name was - would think of him.

If he would even look at Casey after what he had done. If RJ would even forgive him if David didn’t. If Harrison and Sarah and Katie and Awesome would want to keep him around now that his usefulness was spent and his impulsive incompetency was evident.

He walked the halls, pacing past nurses muttering over their midnight coffee breaks and doctors yawning between beeps from their pagers. Harrison and Sarah had left to finish their reports for their supervisors, somewhere in Nevada but only a phone call away. Not that Casey would call them - they had more important things to do than talk down a coworker from his self imposed hell.

RJ slept like the dead, limbs still and breathing steady. Their leg was still lifted in its cast, but the bruises on their face and throat had begun to fade. He didn’t dare open their room door, only peering through the small window.

The door to David’s room was left open, just enough for some golden light to spill into the harsh white-lit hallway. Casey softened his steps as he approached, treating the room as though it held a skittish mark or an armed enemy.

The man inside was propped up in his bed, sheets tucked snugly around his lower body. He expression was focused and tense, lips pressed in a thin frown as he flipped through channels on the television. Hospitals always had shit channels available.

And then David looked right at him, as though he expected him to be there at the door. Casey startled, no grace or aloofness as he stepped back and started to walk away.

“Hey - hey, wait.” David’s voice was hoarse, still rough from the tubes forced down his throat during and after surgery. Casey stopped, a split second spent debating whether he would feel worse walking away to hide or confronting a man who had every right to hate him.

“What’s up Davy?” Casey forced calm into his voice and relaxed his shoulders as he opened the door and leaned against the frame. He hadn’t applied concealer recently to hide the dark circles under his eyes, but maybe David wouldn’t notice with all the painkillers in his system.

“It’s David. Or Dave. Whatever - you’re Casey, right?” There was a vein of annoyance in his voice that made Casey want to gut himself like a fish. Why on earth had he used a nickname? To seem casual? What was wrong with him?

“Yup, that’s me.” He kept a grin on his face, muddled and anxious thoughts hidden behind a veneer of nonchalance as he tossed himself into a chair beside the hospital bed. Dave had turned off the TV. “What’s up?”

“Oh, I just - we haven’t talked since, well, um.” David was tripping over his words and Casey felt like his heart was going to explode. Maybe he had a little too much coffee earlier. “Thank you.”

That snapped Casey from his internalized meltdown.

“What?” He breathed it like a strangled laugh, incredulous and frightened and confused.

“Harrison told me what happened after I blacked out. Getting us back here safe and all. Thanks.” David’s smile widened, eyes crinkling as Casey only stared in shock. “You’re a lot worse than RJ. At the whole,” he gestured to his own face, “thing. You must suck at poker.”

“They’re a jack of all trades, I’m just a guy with a gun.” And a truck, used to paralyze the civilian who saved his best friend’s life.

“And the guy who can fly a helicopter to the nearest hospital. Seriously Katie said if it had been a few more hours before she operated I wouldn’t be - ”

“I could have killed you.”

The room fell silent. Save for the beeps and trills of the various machines monitoring David’s vitals.

“Yeah. That would have sucked.” David finally said, voice soft. A kind smile twitched at his lips. “But you’re not an asshole. I think. Hard to tell when you avoid me like the plague.”

“I’m sorry.” Casey swallowed hard, the lump in his throat persistent. “I didn’t - fuck, man. I thought - ”

“You thought I was some jackass dragging RJ along during my getaway.” He shrugged, wincing as the muscles in his back spasmed. “I would probably do the same. Or worse. For them.”

“Yeah, they…they got a way with getting people attached. Protective.” Casey could feel the grip of terror on his lungs loosen, but words still came thick and slow as molasses. “They told me what you did for them. What you did for each other in there. Thanks - for having their back.”

“It was nothing.” David’s expression flickered, an exhausted apathy hollowing out his words before he blinked and yawned, leaning back against the cushions and pillows that surrounded him. “It’s late. Sorry for keeping you - you staying at a hotel or…?”

“Oh, no, I’ve just been…around.”

“It’s been like a week.“ David squinted at the clock and Casey glanced at the time as well. Just shy of 1 in the morning. “I take it you’re not sleeping well in hospital chairs, huh?”

Sure. That was a lie he could live with. He had purposefully been avoiding the chairs. He hadn’t sat for more than a few minutes in days. He didn’t deserve a moment’s respite until everyone was okay.

“Nah, they’re hell on my back.”

“Pfft, how old are you anyways?”

“That’s rude.” Casey felt a lightness in his chest he hadn’t felt in days. He picked up the remote and clicked the TV back to life. “C’mon. They do reruns of the Twilight Zone before I Love Lucy comes on at 3.”

“Fuck you really are an old man.”

“Shut up kid.”

The dark shadows under their eyes were wrinkled by their wide smiles and playful jabs. They wouldn’t sleep that night, but they wouldn’t be sleepless alone.

[Directly before Bear's Body]

(Part of my Freelancers: Retirement series)

#whumpril #whumpril2023 #whumprilday2 #insomnia #anxiety #self blame #car accident mention #paralysis mention #freelancers #Casey is the most neurotic hitman on the planet and honestly I think that’s an amazing trait to give your tough and scary characters. #woahg first chapter with Casey as a part of the main cast #still nailing down his character and voice. assassin w anxiety is surprisingly difficult to make distinct in the current cast

[strawberrybabydog]

I won't go anonymous here but have you heard of Xenomelia?

(In my understanding and definition) It's neurological and deals with

1) Delusions of having a fictional illness

2) Having sensory issues and affiliation to a fictional illness

3) Or having a fictional illness because of other conditions/combined traits from neurodiversity or chronic pain etc.

I have Xenomelia and I wanted to know if you ever heard of it outside of places like Tumblr or Discord.

(also how are you feeling? You seemed like pretty cool pup so I'm also here to say Hi.)

xenomelia as in BIID? i've heard of it but as far as i understand it's not a delusion or even a mental illness, it's a problem with the nervous system. as far as im aware its a desire for amputation or paralysis as well, i've never heard of it in reference to delusional illnesses (i'm not doubting your experience here, just relaying what i've heard about it)

i've only heard of it once or twice and always from this blog. it's not something i've seen talked about commonly if ever though

i'm okay-ish but im on day 6 of influenza rn. havent gotten better in 4 days, and i accidentally made my partner catch it again so. LOL. ive been better but i'm generally okay. worst part about getting sick for me is the way it impacts my mental illness tbh /lh

#biid #asks #not dog #xenomelia #amputation mention #paralysis mention #medical procedure mention #illness mention #q

[daddyducks]

Shoutout to people with Functional Neurological Disorder

Shoutout to people with functional tics

Shoutout to people who have dystonia

Shoutout to people with Psychogenic non-epileptic seizures

Shoutout to people with paralysis and or weakness

Shoutout to people with tremors

Shoutout to people who shut down/unresponsive episodes

Shoutout to people who have walking difficulties

Shoutout to people who have numbness

Shoutout to people who have speech problems

Shoutout to people with vision problems

Shoutout to people with hearing problems

Shoutout to people with memory loss

Shoutout to everyone with FND

#fnd #functional neurological disorder #fnd awareness #functional tics #pnes #psychogenic non epileptic seizures #tics mention #tics #paralysis

[headfullofdolls]

Crushed - Season 1, Episode 10a

We love to see an emotionally intelligent (future) queen.

#monster high #monster high the series #monster high g3 #cleo de nile #frankie stein #clankie #gifs #'my gifs' #if i was smart and/or fast i would gif a bunch of clankie moments in episodic order #like pyramid scheme before this ep #but alas i am slow #like making gifs from last week's ep slow #but the emotional processing mention surprised me so much it shook me out of my gif-making paralysis #so this is what we get #but i love them so it's fine 😤

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Sun: What do you have?

New Moon: Oh! A coffee for me, a coffee for you, a coffee for Earth, a coffee for Eclipse, Eclipse who I found crawling around because he lost feeling in his legs, Lunar who hugged me and won’t let go now, Monty who tried to hug me but I punched him as payback, Earth who just came back from the store, KC who came to visit from birdwatching, and these two red guys who followed me home from the coffee shop!

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf sun #fnaf new moon #fnaf earth #fnaf eclipse #fnaf lunar #montgomery gator #kill code moon #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #tw violence mention #tw paralysis mention

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Strange: one of them suggests or introduces a new kink?

For whichever pair/group would have the most interesting answer?

From this ask game

Thought this was a good chance to see where Isaac's curiosity leads him sometimes.

Content Advisory: Sex/fantasy discussion, mind reading, sleep paralysis discussion, Catholicism and demon references, mentions of biting and bruising, suggestive touching, fade-to-black type ending

“Your thoughts are awful loud right now, bookworm. Penny for ‘em?”

Given how considerate Kinslayer usually was about not eavesdropping on his brain—or at least not bringing attention to the fact when they were—he really had to be projecting. Isaac shifted against the motel bed’s padded headboard, but the deposits of tension between his shoulder blades didn’t soften.

“If they’re that loud, don’t you already know?”

With his side nestled next to theirs, he caught the inhale of what would’ve been a sigh if it hadn’t been cut short halfway through. “Telepathy don’t work the same as opening your tab and reading a message. More like Frankensteining one together from an abstract art exhibit, snippets of diary entries, and heavily redacted psychiatric notes.”

“Oh. Well, sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“Bookworm…”

He could feel the weight of their gaze, like a cold hand pressed to his cheek. “Really. It’s not—”

“Isaac.” The stream on the holo he hadn’t paid attention to for the past thirty minutes suffered a sudden flickering fit and defaulted to an offline display image of a pristine seaside landscape.

He refused to look over and fall into the oblivion of their stare. “I…It’s embarrassing, okay? And maybe too personal. To ask you, I mean.”

Slowly, so he had time to protest or resist, Kinslayer pulled him over into their lap. Their longer legs penned his in on either side. The forearms pinning him to their chest could’ve been sculpted from wood, hard and smooth and unyielding.

“Look, I’m not trying to bully you into sharing. Don’t assume I won’t want to hear what you have to say, though. Especially when you’re not even the telepath here.”

Their voice flowed directly into his ear and trickled down through his ribs to pool, warm and heavy, in his belly. Isaac gulped and swallowed a repeat apology.

“I wouldn’t mind, er, sharing. I just, uh. Don’t know if I’d be prying.”

A low, quiet laugh made the puddle in his middle simmer. “Worried about hurting my delicate feelings, bookworm?”

“Something like that.” He knew they’d mentioned not being able to experience certain emotions anymore, but that didn’t make it fine for him to throw away all consideration.

“Well, the best way to find out for sure is to have a chat about it.”

They let him weigh his options in peace. It wouldn’t have been so bad, just falling asleep cradled against them like that. Assuming he could ignore the breath tickling his neck. Or the specter of his own cowardice hovering over him the entire time.

“It’s about your powers,” he said. “The sleep paralysis ones.”

“Do tell.”

“How do they…well, work, I guess?”

“Holy hell, bookworm. I know you love your job, but are you asking me for a lecture with slides?”

He slapped his hands over his face. “No! No. I mean, like, is it tied exclusively to you feeding? Can you use it whenever you want, or are there special conditions?”

“As long as I’m concentrating and there aren’t any particular wards keeping me out of a space, I can pop in and spook someone, sure. Can’t be driving or operating heavy machinery while my consciousness is astrally engaged elsewhere, of course. I don’t have to feed when I got someone on the hook, but you can bet on me wanting to. That satisfy your nerdy urges?”

Isaac picked at an emerging tear in the thigh of his jeans. “I’m not asking for research purposes.”

“Go on…”

“What I’m trying to get at is…would it bother you? To use your abilities in a way you normally wouldn’t?”

“Like how? Spit it out.”

His voice shrank with each word, but he didn’t stop until he’d said them all. “Like using them on me. Hypothetically. For, um…fun.”

He could practically hear the cold sweat welling up from his pores in the following silence. Nerve breaking, Isaac moved to twist around and get a look at their face, but Kinslayer stopped him by tightening their grip.

“Isaac.” A rumbling thread of a growl tickled his ear and added a rash of goosebumps under the clammy sweat. “Are you asking me to pin you to the mattress and have my wicked way with you?”

His mind suddenly had a lot in common with the holo’s standby screen. “I’m saying I want to discuss the possibility.” He gulped. “Can you…I mean…is that even something you can do when you’re, um, all shadowy?”

Their hands slid over the thin cotton of his shirt, tracing the gentle ripples of his ribs and coming to rest around his hips. “You’ve heard of incubi and succubi, haven’t you?”

His stomach flipped like a flapjack. “The sexy type of demons? Are those real?”

“Never met one, though I’ve been known to haunt the halls of monasteries and convents, breaking celibacy streaks once in a blue moon myself.” The tips of their fingers dipped just below his waistband, stroking his bare skin and further eroding his cognitive ability.

He clung to the lifeline of professional inquiry. “Is that where the stories come from? Psychic vampires putting the fear of eternal damnation into frustrated clergy?”

“Scaring them wasn’t the point. It was finding the ones who were conflicted. Or curious.”

“To devour their souls?”

“To get off. Not everyone is ready to leap into my metaphorical maw, bookworm.”

Well, he’d already survived that once, in any case. It had to be less harrowing when negotiated beforehand. And maybe with a safe word handy. “So…how would a scenario like that work?”

“You tell me. I can sense your excitement and anxiety, and catch a peepshow of ideas if I dip into that adorable head of yours. But that’s not the same as you telling me what you want.”

“An incubus who asks for consent?”

“The devil can’t take what isn’t freely given. Now, quit trying to weasel out of confessing and help me corrupt you.” Their nails dug into the soft flesh of his abdomen, just this side of painful.

“Okay, okay! I mean, what can you do, physically, in your shadow form?”

“Anything I can do with this one, and more besides. I can even shapeshift for a spell.”

“Can you shrink?”

“Sure. You want me to look the way I do now?”

Isaac opened his mouth. Slowly shut it again. “No…no. I like your other form the way it is.”

Kinslayer’s fingers delved a little deeper, caressing the contours of his pelvic bones. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. It’s just that when you’re all shadowy there might be, er, some coordination issues. With size.” The spines that jutted from their shoulders, or their extra sets of arms could be worked around more easily.

They trembled with silent laughter. “Don’t want to get split in half?”

“Not literally. No thanks.”

“But you do want the part where you’re helpless and can’t move.”

“Well…” He squirmed as much as he was able. Less from embarrassment and more because the sensation of their long, cool fingers stroking his skin was making him worry about ruining his last clean pair of jeans. “It doesn’t do any permanent damage, right?”

“I’m not out to break you, bookworm.”

“I have a bite mark on my shoulder that suggests otherwise.”

Their snort released a welcome puff of air against the lightly sweaty side of his neck. “Renato’s given you worse.”

He managed to crane his head around just enough to see their chin out of the corner of his eye. “Wait. Are you jealous?”

“Nah, just want to mark you up more. And see the look on Renato’s face the next night—because he does get competitive.”

Isaac let that sink in. Maybe it should’ve offended him that the two vampires he’d (stupidly) been fooling around with were using his body as a scorecard. It was difficult to care when one of them had their hands stuck down the front of his pants, though.

“Would you let me?” Kinslayer said, their lips stretching into a smile as they grazed his ear. “Sink my teeth into your thighs until they’re bruised? So every time you move you’re reminded of what I did to you days later?”

He let his head loll back onto their shoulder. The breath he’d been holding released slowly, shakily. “I can be convinced.”

“You’re getting spoiled, bookworm.” Yet their mouth was on his exposed neck, their hands finally where he wanted them the most. “Spoiled rotten.”

#dysthanasia #spicy content #writeblr #suggestive #cw sex mention #writing tag games #wasn't sure if tagging anyone on the list was fine #will have to add a question about more graphic content to the form #btw Kinslayer chooses to hit Isaac with sleep paralysis #while he's next to Renato in bed #so they may have a competitive streak after all #or it's just the most distressing/funny option

[someweirdoreblogger]

Poseidon's sharp bite causes temporary paralysis, an immortal implant upon flesh from claiming fangs. It furfills and takes; sea water for breath and heavy foam as words. Clear balance of pain and pleading pleasure. You will ache and long for far more than Poseidon will ever deem you worthy of. Bitter, layered in a salty yet sophisticated self-importance.

Though the beginning effects wear off, the after-affect won't in the long run. Once the bite locks on your neckline, its eternal memory never fades away. It's a promise stuck to you, chained. Sunk deep like an archor, a silent declaration, permanent weight on the ocean floor where it belongs.

The pain lingers thoughtfully like a ghost, an infectious wasp sting on your pulse, the possessive mark of the sea god is as unforgettable as the ocean itself. Whispering against mortal ears, striking foolish eyes.

#mypost #anime #manga #record of ragnarok #ror poseidon #record of ragnarok poseidon #ror #tw biting #tw paralysis mention

[whump-they-it-is]

Whumptober

20.) Betrayal (Alt Prompt)

Upgrade 2018

#whump #logan marshall green #whumptober #no.20 #Betrayal #upgrade #tears #tazer #paralysis #grey trace #did i mention how much i love this stupid movie

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

So uh... what are some animated indie stuff that you like to watch?

For me its satina, humans b gone, and the june archives (technically an arg but ehh)

LACKADAISY.

Yeah, it's just a pilot. I have to admit I don't watch a lot of indie animation (hard for me to get into new things; I was technically never in the Helluva fandom either, my friend just wrote a lot about it so I followed along the first season). But I've been a fan of this webcomic for the past few years, so latest pointless drama aside, I'll stick up for that one until my dying breath. It's a goddamn masterpiece, I'm super happy that the Backerkit has made two million, and I remain hyped as all hell for the first season.

I also simp really hard for one of the characters. Crushes tend to help me stick around.

I've watched the Satina pilot and the first episode, though it was a long while back. I think I enjoyed it. Has any more of it come out yet?

#asks answered #is Salad Fingers indie animation? I've watched all of Salad Fingers to date #then again I'm not really ''into'' that either. though it's fascinating in a gross horrific way (complimentary) #I've always been into more studio-made stuff. WOY. Invader Zim. Gravity Falls. Villainous before the first season #not that it fell off after that I just never got around to watching it #I'm kinda lazy when it comes to new media hahah #I guess you wouldn't call Happy Tree Friends indie either? though with that one I was more about fanon than canon #I apologize if this is an underwhelming answer. I tend to hyperfixate on a select few completely unrelated things #and Helluva just so happens to be an indie show on YouTube #I think I also watched- CLIFFSIDE. The Cliffside pilot. that never became anything either huh #I've seen some nice opinions around on Long Gone Gulch so maybe I'll give that a shot too #aforementioned friend is into Murder Drones nowadays. which also is famously great. I'll have to check it out #and add to that the stuff you mentioned #see this is why I never get around to anything. my fun-things-to-watch list is unfathomably long and I get choice paralysis #admin talks

[forafcrtnight]

( @walstarterblog )

HOPE HAD MADE IT CLEAR THAT SHE DIDN'T WANT ANY KIND OF VISITORS. then again, she supposed that she could see why people would not respect that - most people were idiots who wanted to come around and pretend to feel sorry for her, again, because.. not a single one of them understood what had happened to her. not a single one of them understood what it was like to have lost nearly everyone they loved in a single day and yes, that made her.. angry. how could they act like that and pretend that they cared, when she was very well aware that they did not? how could they pretend to have a single clue about what she was going through? they did not - none of them DID. when she heard the door to her room open, hope scoffed. "if you've come here to feel sorry for me - feel free to turn around and leave." it wasn't how she'd normally react, but.. then again - what did she have to lose now?

#hope ; talks. #hope vd. ; open. #wal: plot drop #wal: starter #death mention tw #paralysis tw #hospital tw #murder mention tw #she's sad and angry forgive her :((( #BUT NEEDS ALL THE LOVE

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Now do I finish the kidnapping deluxy fic, the pirate cave fucking fic, or do I start a “medical” Scp fic?

That is the real question.

#tw kidnap mention #/ nsft #genuine question kinda because I cannot decide and I am in what I assume is decision paralysis where I can’t do anything fic related lol #can’t read or write #🪲

[maudiemoods]

NO MORE MINI MOON????🥺🥺🥺🥺 WHY, I LOVED HIM😭

JAJSJJSJSJDJSJ I PROMISE ILL STILL DRAW HIM SJUAUSHSJAJJA that doodle was a scene around the end of the story so we still got a while! Eventually he has to go back to the daycare! He misses his job and his bff sun! Hate to say it but if moon wasn't fixed before the deadline, both him and sun would have been scrapped/repurposed :) can't have a light sensitive animatronic shifting into an empty shell when the lights go out!

#things just might not make sense in my little story but i dont care! this is for funnnn #i mentioned it before but for those who dont know #when the lights go out the body still transitions into moon but since his ai isn't there the body goes limp. of course sun is still there #hes in some kinda form of sleep paralysis! conscious but unable to move until the lights are back on! #y/n eventually realizes this and helps him out with that but he doesn't tell anyone for a bit #there's a reason i just dont want to tell rn hehhe #explained way too much in the tags and not enough in the actual post #JSHSHSHS #info dump #mini moon

[vargamornight]

just dreamed that a bunch of friends and i were playing a trivia gameshow game and i was joking with one of them about how ridiculous hank is as a shortening for henry, when the host said it was my friend's turn and asked for the full name of some guy called flank.

dream me could barely contain the insanity inside my skin while i tried to look so, so normal waiting for her to answer. i kept thinking "you have the chance to be the funniest person on earth right now." she was very smart and might have known the real answer, but mirth was more important as she glanced over at me, sighed, and said "travis flenry-otti" and i LOST IT laughing so hard and celebrating by throwing both arms in the air behind my contestant podium like i just won the superbowl

i literally woke up laughing in my real body in my real bed because i was laughing so hard, my entire body was shaking with the force of my silent laughter

#legitimately the number one cause of me waking myself up is dreaming something so funny even paralysis will not stop me from laughing #honorable mention to the time i dreamed my dad was three feet tall and covered in a sheet like a cartoon ghost and he was trying to unlock #the front door of my childhood home which had a lock six feet high. so he was just. a sheet covered lump 3 feet tall jumping relentlessly #very charlie brown as far as hilarity goes but goddamn dream me could not hold back the hyucks

[momiji-kitsune]

Pro-tip: If someone you know cannot move, do not play with cat toys around their immobile body and coax cats to jump on them.

Another pro-tip is to not disturb their environment by opening or closing windows or doing other such things while they are unable to revert it back to how they like it.

Ask before you do anything that could impact anyone. If you ask other people, you can do it with people who cannot physically stop you.

#disability #disabled #actually disabled #fnd #functional neurological disorder #paralysis #immobile #sorta #seriously just ask #I was stuck for around 30 minutes shivering because someone opened a window #I couldn't move #so I couldn't close it or cover up #not to mention how humiliating it is to have my cats jumping on me #and digging their sharp claws into me #and knowing that there was nothing I could do to make that person stop #because I had already asked and they didn't stop

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Eclipse: What in the…

Blood Moon: *falls facefirst onto the ground from Moon’s aerial silks*

Blood Moon, weakly: We’re okay.

Harvest Moon: We’re not okay, we need Parts and Services right now. I think our spine is broken.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf eclipse #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #tw paralysis mention #tw injury mention

[widowshill]

this guy is still alive and practicing medicine !!! the rare collinsportian that escaped becoming a casualty of Being Around the Collins Family

#ds liveblogging. #889. #17. #i'm sure he's been mentioned since then but .. forgor. possibly treated liz that one time #extreme extreme longevity !! #imagine being a regular ol doctor in a seaside maine town. you treat the man that roger collins hit with his car #who dies (i presume) in your care. then you treat roger ten years later who's been in a wreck because of his patricidal son #and then your patients graduate to: women in shock-induced paralysis because their boyfriend changed into a werewolf in front of them #da crazy life of a collinsportian !! every day some new shit !!!