#thoracotomy

[faofinn]

23. Coughing Fit

Fao hadn’t been back in England all that long, and he’d been sharing a room with Harrison for even less time. He was still mostly stuck in bed, still awaiting much more surgery in order to get him back on his feet, but they were doing what they could. Despite his best efforts, and the breathing exercises they gave him (which he even did, mostly), he’d picked up an infection. He knew the cough was good, knew it meant he was shifting the crap off of his chest as he should be, but it was absolutely killing him. Every cough, every deep breath was agony. The incision burned, it twisted, it stabbed. No matter what they did, how many painkillers they gave him, it never made it better. 

He’d been coughing all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, and every time he dozed off he’d been woken by the coughing or the pain. That, or Harrison would start, and that would wake him. It was to be expected, they were so close and often hugging or even dozing in bed together. It was no surprise they’d passed it to each other, much to the dismay of the nursing staff.

Exhausted, Fao sipped his water and tried to stop the cough that had been building, clearing his throat. It didn’t work, and now that he’d started he couldn’t stop. It wracked his body, his incision so painful it almost felt like his chest was being ripped apart, his ribs just agony. He tried everything to no avail, it was just so painful he wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or scream or both. He was exhausted with the effort of it, starting to taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. 

Harrison had just started drifting when Fao started coughing again. He groaned, pushing himself up on one arm. The change in position set him off coughing too, his initial plan to tell Fao off quickly going sideways. 

"Fuck me."

Fao groaned, trying to catch his breath and failing. The coughing had stopped, but the breathlessness hadn’t, and he looked over at Harrison, who was no better. 

“Jesus.”

Harrison took a moment to catch his breath, feeling like absolute death. He glared at Fao for good measure. "Can't believe you gave me this."

“Not my fault.” He rasped. 

He leaned against the back of the bed, his own ribs protesting and screaming. The pain from his shoulder was only getting worse with each cough, and he cou ld feel the muscles spasming with the effort. 

"You okay?"

He shook his head. “Hurts.”

"Join the club." He managed. "Buzzer?"

Fao grumbled, just as the coughing started again. It just made the incision pain worse, and he whimpered, feeling as though he was pulling the incision apart. 

As Fao started coughing again, Harrison's concern only grew. He knew how much pain he was in, and he'd not had his chest cracked. Guilt flared as he struggled for his buzzer, pressing it and hoping the nurse would be able to help. 

The nurse came in relatively quickly, all things considered. Fao had just about stopped coughing at that point, but was struggling to catch his breath still, and the sip of water he’d managed hadn’t helped. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, turning Harrison’s buzzer off.

"This infection." He grumbled, his voice croaky. "We need something for the pain, he needs his obs checked."

“I can get you something for the pain, but neither of you are due obs for another hour.”

"You need to check it."

She looked over at Fao, frowning. He really didn’t look well, pale with his chest heaving, doing his best to stay upright. 

“I’ll go and get the sister.” She said quickly. 

"Told you so." He muttered, falling back into the bed. 

The sister appeared quickly with an obs machine, and Fao didn’t even have the energy to argue. He had to fight to focus on what he was doing, unable to think of anything else. A shaky hand pressed against his incision, his eyes wide. “Pain.”

"We're getting you something for it, don't you worry." She said softly, connecting the obs machine. "We'll get you sorted."

He nodded, it becoming slightly easier to breathe. He hated it, it felt like he was never going to be able to catch his breath. 

"How are you feeling, aside from that?" She asked gently, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. 

“Can’t breathe.” He managed to get out. 

"You're okay." She hummed, reaching behind him. "Why don't we put some oxygen on, see if that helps, hmm?"

He nodded. It had to help, surely. He kept his hand pressed to his side, the pain making his head spin, not to mention the inability to catch his breath. There was a flare of panic, knowing if he passed out things would just get worse, and he tried to fight it. 

"That's it, just relax, okay? I know it's difficult. You're doing really well." She soothed. 

How the hell was he supposed to relax? He felt like he was dying, and all she could say to him was relax. He whimpered, things just getting harder and harder. He looked across the room at Harrison, desperate for some more reassurance. 

Of course Harrison couldn't be trusted to be left alone for five minutes. They'd been stupid enough to leave the crutches close enough for him to reach, so he did. He'd won the fight with the side of the bed and was halfway across when Fao looked to him, and he offered him an encouraging grin. 

“Hars.” He rasped, reaching out for him. 

The nurse turned, exasperated. "Harrison! You're supposed to be in bed."

Harrison gave as much of a shrug as he could, all but collapsing into the chair by Fao's bed. He stretched out to grab at Fao's hand, coughing himself. 

"I got you, Wolfie."

Having Harrison helped Fao to get a bit more control, forcing a slower, deeper breath the best he could. He squeezed his fingers, humming. His cough sounded just as bad, but they were together and that helped. 

"Just in an' out." He managed, squeezing Fao's hand back. "You're okay."

He whimpered, the fear still there despite the oxygen, though it was making it a little easier, stopped his head spinning a bit. 

"You're doing really well, Fao. Keep up with that breathing, yeah? It's hard, I know, but your sats have come back up, it's working well."

He nodded slowly, focusing on his breathing, trying to control it, forcing himself to exhale slowly. It was starting to work, though the cough threatened again, and he tried to clear his throat. 

"That's it, well done." The nurse praised gently. "Keep that up."

He nodded again, feeling useless. He just had to get his breath back, stop the damn cough, but every breath was agony, not just the incision across his ribs but his shoulder too, the muscles screaming at him as he tried desperately to gain control. 

The other nurse reappeared, medications in hand. "Right you two, I've got your pain relief." 

Harrison glanced up. "Fao first."

"Harrison! Again, really? You know you're not allowed to be up without anyone helping." She tutted at him, shaking her head as she headed to Fao's bed. "You'll end up hurting yourself."

Harrison shrugged. "Fao needed me."

Fao knew Harrison had been bad to get up, but he couldn’t complain because Hars really was a lifeline for him. He squeezed his hand again, offering him a weak smile as he continued trying to control his breathing. “Hurts.”

"Where's your cannula, Fao? There it is. Just got you something for the pain, yeah?" She said softly, flushing the cannula first.

He moved his arm slightly, so she could get at his cannula, nodding his consent. The flush was cold, but not awful, and the meds went in soon after. 

"Better?" Harrison asked, his worry clear on his face.

Fao nodded again. The meds were helping, both the coughing and the pain, and he could start to catch his breath again. He squeezed Harrison’s hand again, managing a smile. “Better.”

#sicktember 2023 #23. coughing fit #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #harrison cunningham #fic #whump #coughing #short of breath #coughing fit #oxygen #chest infection #thoracotomy #incision #pain #painkillers #fao has a bad day as per #army #army hospital

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[kitttenteeth]

i become intrigued by someone N i turn into some disillusioned scientist….. learning bone engraving+reviewing medical diagrams of how i can carve my name into their ribs W/o killing them too bad or smthf

#It’s a thoracotomy

[veinsoup]

Cw: surgical (?)

Do you ever think about how sometimes during surgeries, if typical chest compressions aren't an option, surgeons will cut a hole in your side to open up the thoracic cavity. It's usually the last resort. Which is understandable because of how brutal it is. You ever think about my knife pushing and gliding through your skin? How I would have to filet you and crack your ribs open to get my hands on your poor failing heart?

#med #sever #HEHE IDK.. #A LITTLE RESUSCITATIVE THORACOTOMY AS A TREAT #do i bother tagging if only 4 people will see lol

[maraeffect]

okay today was like the first time since surgery that i've been able to exist as a human outside my house!! and i had a great time even though i am PAYING FOR IT. HEAVILY 💀

#god my ribs are KILLING ME SLOWLY #anyway i had a good day 🥺🥺🥺 last night my partner and i woke up at the same time #bc we both had to pee. and i totally forgot but when we laid back down i told her ''i'm hungy..'' #bc it was like 3 am and i didnt wanna get up. so i just wanted to complain lol #but she woke me up to a big breakfast she ordered in like ''hey it made me sad that you were hungry jn the night- #so i got you and i a big breakfast 🥺👉👈💖'' and UGH it made my heart so happy #and then we chilled out before i decided i could handle leaving home and wanted to go to the mall #and i had a really good time existing in public!!! im getting a little depressed from being bed bound #i FINALLY got after laughter on vinyl after wanting it for like almost 5 years 😭😭😭 #and some cute stickers!!! anyway yeah i had a nice day w my baby and it made me happy 🥹💖 #as much as im hurting badly rn it was worth it for the lil date 💖💖💖 pain meds should help soon anyway #im just glad to have finally gotten out of the house #chatter #round 2 #also let me just say my previous thoracotomy did NOT prepare me for this one. #turns out the open version is VERY DIFFERENT. which i knew but god its so stark when youre living it #p sure by 2 weeks post op last time i was relatively fine!!!! almost back to normal #oh and uh #autumn

[fellhalcyon]

look i am still stuck on That Thoracotomy Scene

imagine your best friend is all but dead on a table in front of you and you have to be his heartbeat. you are wrist-deep in his chest cavity. you are quite literally holding his heart in your hands. and there's blood on your hands on your arms on your face on your shoes on the table on the floor and you can't stop and you can't stop and you c

idk i just. i have such a deep respect for sing

#triage the series #triage tin #triage sing #triage ep10 #i didn't know what sing meant when he said thoracotomy #i thought it was some kind of breathing bypass??? #and then he cut in and i was like oh???? are they removing the bullet?? #and then he PUT HIS ENTIRE FUCKING HANDS IN THERE #and i was like. WHAT #AND THEN I REALIZED WHAT HE WAS DOING AND I SWEAR I FELT MY OWN HEART SKIP A BEAT IN SYMPATHY #my god the mental fortitude of that man. i am in awe #sing my beloved #tw blood #tw injury #tw gore

[mimeo-tan]

I don't really keep up with it anymore but I find it really sad whenever something made it to Depths of Wikipedia and immediately gets edited out. Where is Anime Girl Resuscitative Thoracotomy now? To simply remove it, without a word? Wretched.

#the image for resuscitative thoracotomy is really gross so. take care in looking that up if you do. be forwarned. #- io

[glorious-spoon]

to loosen his grip [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie]

~1k words | eddie & tommy; pre-relationship eddie/buck

spec fic for 7x04

-

The thing is, Eddie's not stupid.

Eddie's not stupid, and Buck's about as subtle as a brick to the face on a good day. He can't help it. Everything he's feeling comes spilling out of him; keeping it inside seems as impossible for him as holding the tide back with a leaky sieve. It's not something Eddie relates to that much, honestly. If anything, he's got the opposite problem. He crushes everything he's feeling into a tight little knot and holds onto it with white knuckles until he can't hold on anymore. It lost him Shannon—would have lost him Shannon even if she'd lived—and it nearly lost him both his job and his sanity in the end. He's still learning how to loosen his grip.

Buck still needs to learn how to get a grip, like, at all.

So yeah, Eddie knows. Not right away; he doesn't really think anything of it when he picks Tommy up from the hanger and Buck is there. In the truck, he watches Buck's receding figure in the rearview mirror for a moment before Tommy says, "Not trying to poach Evan from the 118, I promise."

He's laughing about it a little bit. Eddie scoffs and says, "Buck? You'd have to pry him out of that house before he'd go anywhere else."

He doesn't mention the lawsuit. That's water long under the bridge now, and it's not a time in his life he likes to think back on that much. But he knows it's true; Buck can say whatever he wants about keeping his options fluid, but when he finds people and a place he wants to keep, he hangs onto them.

Tommy is good company, anyway. It's something he's missed, since the Army: the easy camaraderie over beers, sitting in a shouting crowd in Vegas, shooting the shit in a bar afterward. Tommy's got a lift, and he brings his abuelo's Chevelle over, and it's an easy slide from that into a half-casual bout of muay thai, and Eddie has missed that, too: sparring just for fun, just for the hell of it, not for the money or because his demons were going to claw themselves out of his chest with bloody nails otherwise.

"See you've caught some lead," Tommy observes once they're done, bruised and a little breathless, shirtless on the bench in his garage. Eddie caps his Gatorade and glances up, and for a second he doesn't even know what Tommy is talking about until he nods at Eddie's right shoulder and asks, "That from overseas?"

Eddie touches the bullet scar, a long-healed dimple by now. It's not that noticeable anymore, at least from the front. The surgical scars from his thoracotomy are still more obvious, but even they've faded.

"Oh, no," he says. "I mean, yeah, I did, but this one was right here in L.A."

"Right, the sniper," Tommy agrees. "Shit. I remember seeing that Captain Nash caught a bullet. Didn't realize you were the other one from his house that got shot."

"Yeah, well." Eddie shrugs, uncapping his Gatorade again. "It was a long time ago."

He likes that, too. Talking about it with someone who never saw the bullet hole, only the scar. Talking about it with someone who's never had his blood in his mouth, who never knelt above him in a speeding truck and begged him to hang on.

He lied to Buck about it, because Buck's so close to it that he might as well have been shot too. It's easier like this, because Tommy isn't wounded by the memory; Tommy shrugs and asks if he wants to grab a pizza after this, and Eddie slings a towel over his shoulder and lets Tommy pull him to his feet, and they have pizza and a couple more beers, and it's easy. He's missed easy. He thinks he deserves to have something easy, for a change.

-

"I mean, I think it's great," Buck says, apropos of pretty much exactly nothing a couple of days later. "You can never have too many friends, you know?"

He's vibrating with that exact same anxious energy that Eddie remembers from his first day at the 118, when Buck seemed one wrong move away from pissing on the exercise equipment or maybe shoving him down the stairs. It awakens some puckish little part of Eddie that can't help but needle him. You're standing in the wrong light, man, as if he's ever in his life had an opinion about photography lighting, but it got Buck to bristle and snap like a wounded dog, all electric fury, and Eddie liked that, too, for reasons that he understands better now than he did back then.

So he shrugs, and he says lightly, "You know, it's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just click. You know what I mean?"

It's a jab, and not a very subtle one. He still remembers standing in the sunlight and listening to Buck tell him that Natalia saw him, after Eddie watched him hang there in the rain and felt his chest unmoving beneath his palms and sat through those endless hours in the fucking hospital waiting for him to wake up. After Eddie brought him home, and listened to his quiet confession in his kitchen, and tried as well as he knew how to hold Buck's still-beating heart gently.

But sure. Natalia saw him. For all of four months, apparently.

He thinks he wants Buck to flinch and snap back, just a little. It's not the place for it—they're in the middle of a goddamn call—but he's stupid about Buck. Always has been.

Buck doesn't flinch. He sags instead, his mouth downturned, and he mutters, "Yeah. Yeah, I really do."

And it's something they should talk about, maybe, but then Ravi calls up for more slack, and there are other things to focus on for the time being.

#911 #911 spoilers #911 speculation #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #petty eddie? petty eddie #sliding this one JUUUUST under the wire lol #my fic

[noisytenant]

Guy can't stop uploading detailed MS Paint drawings of a specific surgery to Wikipedia; Gets banned

On April 1 2023 a user by the name of Jhnnyboy341325 uploaded a drawing, ChestSurgery.png, to the "Resuscitative thoracotomy" Wikipedia page to illustrate the technique, citing a "Jeff B." from "pixiv" as the source of the image. "A clamshell thoracotomy is depicted in the art to the right." This was quickly reverted by JBW two hours later:

The picture can be traced to jeffbozos43's drawing "Katie's Thoracotomy", which is viewable with a Pixiv account (warning for gore and... odd vibes). On June 9 the picture was removed from Wikimedia Commons for copyright violation (uploading from Pixiv without explicit consent).

On April 28, Hahnuggt322114522 uploaded Clamshellincision.jpg, captioned, "An emergency clamshell thoracotomy is shown below."

On May 3, Drwallace491582859 replaced the inline text with a caption: "Depiction of a clamshell thoracotomy or two antero-lateral thoracotomies," preserving the image.

On June 8th, "depths of wikipedia" noted the odd manga-style edit gracing the page:

This is an edit of Pixiv user 春千代 (Haruchiyo)'s suggestive guro art "心臓" (Heart)

A day later, an anonymous IP user reverted the edits.

On June 10, Drwallace4194 added an image, "Clamshell_Surgery.jpg" to the general "Thoracotomy" page. This image is an edit of "Katie's Thoracotomy" that covers more of her body and is currently still on Wikimedia Commons (archived).

On June 13, Myoglobin reverted, but applauded Drwallace4194's creativity:

October 13, Jamessavage299119 replaced both the general Thoracotomy page and the specific Resuscitative Thoracotomy page's primary images with Clamshellexample42.jpg and adjusted the caption accordingly. This image is currently lost.

Reverted by Stryx9876 October 22:

November 18, Doctorwallace34195124 replaced the primary image with ClamshellThoracotomyXample.jpg, viewable on Wikimedia Commons here (archived).

On the same day, Larry Hockett reverted these, politely indicating that the contributions did not appear constructive on Doctorwallace34195124's talk page.

The surgery pages have remained the same since.

The accounts were flagged as potential sockpuppets for "adding manga" in June, though only Clamshellincision.jpg was in a manga style. In November 18, the accounts were banned for being sockpuppets of Jhnnyboy341325 and arguably vandalizing.

Only time will tell if Jhnnyboy returns with any more of their beautiful vision. I hope they will.

#indexed post #wikipedia #gore / #medical / #rabbithole #stories #windows

[trofysisters]

Университет, ч. 1

Ада была счастлива, что брат снова дома, что у них в семье всё отлично. Она была готова с легким сердцем уехать в университет. (Ada was happy that her brother was home again, that everything was fine in their family. She was ready to go to university with a light heart)

Но ошибка отца на работе привела к их полному банкротству. Эдуард был справедливым и готов был выслушать любого сотрудника. Он не мог предположить, что интерн вместо разговора о новой методике торакотомии начнет его шантажировать: требовать продвижение по службе и 50 000 симолеонов. На счету семьи было менее 10 000, поэтому интерн забрал все имеющиеся у Эдуарда деньги. Чтобы помочь родителям, Ада еще раз съездила на работу перед отъездом в университет. Пусть ее 50 симолеонов - небольшие деньги, но на них можно хотя бы накормить их пса. (But their father’s mistake at work led to their complete bankruptcy. Eduard was fair and ready to listen to any employee. He could not imagine that the intern, instead of talking about a new thoracotomy technique, would begin to blackmail him: demand a promotion and 50,000 Simoleons. The family's account had less than 10,000, so the intern took all the money Eduard had. To help her parents, Ada went to work one more time before leaving for university. Even if her 50 Simoleons is not a lot of money, it can at least feed their dog)

К счастью, Аде полагалась стипендия, и за поступление в университет платить было не нужно. (Fortunately, Ada was entitled to a scholarship and did not have to pay to go to university)

Анфиса не готова была отпустить дочь в неизвестность, поэтому поехала с ней помочь заселиться в общежитие. (Anfisa was not ready to let her daughter go into the unknown, so she went with her to help her move into the hostel)

Как же быстро растут дети. (How quickly children grow)

Карина тоже собиралась в университет. За ужином она попросила родителей не помереть, пока ее не будет. Катя с Сашкой чуть едой не подавились от такого пожелания. (Karina was also going to university. At dinner, she asked her parents not to die while she was gone. Katya and Sashka almost choked on their food from such a wish)

Поскольку Карина в школе очень плохо училась, за ее поступление родителям пришлось заплатить 1000 симолеонов, но они же и так богатые. (Since Karina did very poorly at school, her parents had to pay 1000 Simoleons for her admission, but they are already rich)

Провожать себя девочка не позволила, ведь она уже совсем взрослая, может делать, что хочет. Свобода! (The girl did not allow herself to be escorted, because she is already quite an adult, she can do what she wants. Freedom!)

Карина заселилась в одну комнату с Адой. (Karina moved into the same room with Ada)

Но казалось, Ада даже не обратила внимание на соседку, поскольку все ее мысли заняла учеба и курсовая работа. (But it seemed that Ada did not even pay attention to her neighbor, since all her thoughts were occupied by her studies and coursework)

Она умудрялась печатать курсовую даже на лекциях, (She managed to type coursework even during lectures,)

а когда работа была готова, Ада принялась выполнять домашние задания. (and when the work was ready, Ada began to do her homework)

В отличие от подруги, Карина решила сильно не напрягаться, но посещать все лекции. (Unlike her friend, Karina decided not to strain herself too much, but to attend all the lectures)

К тому же у нее появилось хобби - смотреть на звезды и планеты в телескоп. Неожиданно для себя она заработала 500 симолеонов за открытие новой звезды. (In addition, she acquired a hobby - looking at stars and planets through a telescope. Unexpectedly, she earned 500 Simoleons for discovering a new star)

Ада даже во сне мечтала о блестящем окончании семестра. (Even in her dreams, Ada dreamed of a brilliant end to the semester)

Наутро она осознала, что хочет поступить на физический факультет. Это немного не совпадало с целью ее жизни - стать светилом экологии. (The next morning she realized that she wanted to enter the physics department. This was a little at odds with her life's goal - to become an environmental luminary)

Да и в технике она не разбиралась. Пришлось изучать самые основы, чтобы получить возможность закончить семестр с хорошим баллом. (And she didn’t understand mechanics. She had to learn the very basics in order to be able to finish the semester with a good score)

Увлекшись своим хобби, Карина не заметила, что коридоры общежития опустели, студенты легли спать, и никто не мог помещать задире-Корове подкрасться к ней со спины и схватить за волосы. (Carried away by her hobby, Karina did not notice that the corridors of the dormitory were empty, the students had gone to bed, and no one could stop the bully Cow from sneaking up on her from behind and grabbing her by the hair)

Вот только милая внешность девушки не сочеталась с ее боевым нравом. Она дала решительный отпор обидчику. (But the girl’s sweet appearance did not match her fighting spirit. She gave a decisive rebuff to the offender)

Но от обиды всё равно расплакалась. Никто не смел с ней так обращаться. (But she still burst into tears out of resentment. No one dared treat her like that)

Чтобы развеяться, девушки вечером после учебы отправились в бассейн. (To unwind, the girls went to the pool in the evening after classes)

Они и предположить не могли появления в нем товарища Крамплботтом, которая накричит на них за неподобающий внешний вид. Развеялись, называется. (They could not even imagine the appearance of Comrade Crumplebottom in it, who would yell at them for their inappropriate appearance. Relaxed, so to speak)

Зато в первом семестре обе девушки оказались в списке лучших студентов. Ада была готова немедленно садиться за новую курсовую работу, а Карине не хватало знаний в механике, но она и сама хотела получить новые навыки. (But in the first semester, both girls were on the list of the best students. Ada was ready to immediately start new course work, and Karina lacked knowledge in mechanics, but she herself wanted to gain new skills)

#sims 2 #devchata #ada #karina

[yandere-wishes]

◃◃◃ Comedic Tragedy▹▹▹

Synopsis: The reader is a burnt-out Akademiya student that has the misfortune of bumping into Dottore while he's working on his Scaramouche-god project. After learning of her peculiar interests Dottore makes her an offer. One she very soon regrets accepting.

Note: There is like one reference to the Sumeru archon quest so spoilers, but in this universe, Lumine was taken captive by Dottore a while ago and the residents of Sumeru were able to foil the mad doctor's plans and free Nahida without the traveler's help. Also, Paimon is dead.

Warnings: ANGST, GORE, extreme body horror, Dottore has feelings and that ain't a good thing. Lumine is the traveler. Dottore x Lumine is mentioned a lot but never really shown until the end. Death. the reader is suicidal but she defiantly didn't want this. non-con but no smut if that makes sense.

Requested by: The lovely @nasidibakar​

Back then you had romanticized dying. Dreamed of having your arteries nicked by the person you loved. It had all come so naturally to you, the desperation to fall in love with the macabre. 

The thrill you got as you slid your palm across the jagged end of your desk. The rapid beat of your heart as you drove your fist into your dormitory wall. Gleefully staring as crimson beads slipped from your purpling knuckles. 

It had been so fun back then. So exhilarating, so enticing. 

But then you met him. 

Fell in love with him actually. 

A slight run-in during the second-period rush. 

A light brush of his freezing blue lips to your bruised hand.

That had been all it took really. The next thing you knew the grand sage had awarded you the position of assistant to the "most benevolent scholar of Snezhnaya ." 

Of course back then the scholar from Snezhnaya had looked every bit the glacious prince from a foreign land. He'd been gentle and sweet...

Permitting you to watch as he performed another thoracotomy on the humanoid robot. Pulling you close as he observed the harvested dreams from the grand Akasha terminal. Sat under the blazing moon with you. Ever so gently crabling your hand in his, as he traced skin-deep hearts into your palm with his scalpel.

You'd been so utterly in love back then. Too blinded by bleeding hearts and gory love poems to notice the distant look in his eyes. The way he'd pause so irregularly when he was about to speak your name. In hindsight maybe you should have known his heart was with another. 

Then one night, one gloriously blurry night. As you both sat on the Akadimiya's roof. Your head laying tiredly in his lap. You'd uttered those damned words. Those jarring, life-altering words

"I want to die" 

 Words spoken so softly from chapped lips as your eyes closed and you fell into a sweet, sweet, sleep. 

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Dottore finds it quite odd how he'd fallen so deeply, so consumingly, so manically in love with you in such a short time. 

You'd simply fallen right out of the sky. Straight in his path. A miracle granted by whichever archon was doltish and self-righteous enough to still acknowledges his existence. Celestia knows he's made an enemy of every self-proclaimed God in Teyvat. Even the Tsaritsa was weary of him on good days. Downright loathed him on bad ones. 

Yet this time divinity had pulled through and led you straight to him. Such a blessed thing, he'd surely take great joy in ravaging.

Sacred marvel or not, Dottore had admittingly taken a wholly interest in you. Your vision had haunted him. Plaguing him for endless nights as he succumbed to finish building the Archon of arcane wisdom. He found it rather silly how he'd secretly seek out your hand during meetings with the grand sage. Constantly pinning to be in your obsolete presence. 

 It had been fun, or failing that, insightful at the very least. He knew he had conjured feelings towards you and couldn't so easily permit you to leave. Even when his work in Sumeru had been cut short, all due to that meddling team of ignorant vision wielders and their pesky archon. 

Yet the night before he left, he knew you had to come with him. 

He'd paid great attention to your love of the macabre. Enjoyed indulging you in his temporary laboratory. Drawing little doodles on your flawless flesh with his medical instruments. You would only giggle, blush and glance away timidly. So endearing, so foolish. 

You were accustomed to agony - albeit self-inflicted he postulated-Treating it as nothing more than a guilty pleasure. Nevertheless, Dottore knew it would take time for you to adjust to his ruthlessness. His variation of pain was utterly appalling. He'd be sure to turn your previous wounds into child's play. 

Surely you'd love it.  

looking back on it all you'd most definitely been burnt out. Unable to string together logical thoughts outside the realm of your chosen field. Yet another scholar so caught up in their research and studies that they'd forgotten how the real world actually works. 

The academic world is like an all-consuming fire. 

At least that's what Dottore has concluded, since his expulsion from the Akademiya.

Taking and taking, from those who all so willing worship its perpetual light. Blooming their dermises with blisters and decaying nerves. So greedy, yet every ardent scholar welcomes the mental anguish and self-loss as one would welcome spring with open arms. You, little dove, his little dove, were no better. Foolish and blessed all at the same time. You'd played the only role you'd ever known. Perfected the part of the scholar to be, all while hiding the only outlet you had. The only waypoint to what might just be your undisputed self. Hiding razors between pages of quadratic equations and simultaneous equations. Hiding the swelling galaxies of bruises you'd painted on your thighs. It's all quite forgivable really. Admirable if nothing else. You'd found your true self in the mists of academic misery. Taken the reign and decided to welcome the aches and stings. 

Oh, how he'd generously taken you away from your tormentors. 

How graciously he'd shown you what true pain was really like. 

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You never truly understood it, never have, and never will. Can't comprehend this desperate mesmeric feeling whenever he's near. You're ever so utterly infatuated with him. You love him, your tormentor, your capturer, the doctor, Dottre, with all that's left of your beating heart. Although now that it's been months since you departed to Snezhnaya with him. You've come to realize that love, for all its hypnotic trances and rose-tinted terms, is rather over-glorified. For you may love someone with every fiber of your body, yet they may be well engrossed with someone else. 

Does he even love you?

It's the question of the hour, the day, the month, the millennia...

Does Dottore truly love you? 

Your eyes trace over the severed limbs littering the pristine floor. Connecting them like stars in a constellation. This particular operating room was always in shambles. Very much like how you'd turned out...

He'd been taking you apart, ripping away appendages and giving them to her. The Traveler. The eldritch being of light who'd been forced into a mortal's body. He's been patching up wherever her primordial glow was seeping through the cracks of such a weak body. with your ever-so-human corpse. 

How Dottore had ever managed to tame and capture a primordial

 creature such as she was beyond you. Although you liked to ponder the possibility that infusing the two of you meant that part of her divinity would be substituted for humanity thus rendering her more submissive. More malleable. Easier for the mad doctor to control. 

And yet, despite all this, you can't seem to let go of those horrid feelings you have for him. 

Maybe you'd never even been lovers. Just a fool and a scientist

trapped in fate's webs. 

No, that wasn't quite right either. Instead, the two of you were more akin to desperate souls who needed each other more than the earth needed the sun. It's rather humorous to consider that Dottore would ever need someone. To think of him as anything less than a natural cataclysm sent by the Tsaritsa herself to destroy everything that is good and holy. 

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You lay motionless on the cold metal slap, eyes unfocused as you try a process which limb has gone missing now. Or maybe it's an organ this time. It's always all so hard to recall what it is exactly that he took, in the hours following the operation. 

Phantom pain pounds in your right eye, or rather the right socket that used to house your right eye. You stare up at the ceiling trying to tune out the pain and the numbness all at once. 

Has he ever loved you?

You can't help but circle back to the heart wrenching question every so often. 

Has he ever said he loves you? You're not sure, brain too cluttered from the last operation to fully recall anything specific. Too damaged to be conscious enough to tell the difference between reality and fantasies.

 "Let's make a deal, my dear. You help me with my research  and in return, I shall grant your ghastly fantasy as best I can" 

You remember that conversation despite your mangled mind. Remember it was his perfect response that night when the two of you lay in the moonlight. You'd told him you wanted to die. How naive you'd been back then. You had started this whole mess and that madman you had so easily given your heart to had been all too eager to oblige. 

Not like this.

This hadn't been what you'd meant.

You didn't want any of this. 

The severed body, the other women, the cold empty lab. 

You didn't want this. 

"Oh, I see you're awake" His voice is chilling. Analytical rather than affectionate. "Maybe you're body is beginning to build up a form of resistance to the anesthesia." He sighs, an unnerving noise that hints at the permanent exhaustion he always seems to feel. "I'll have to start upping your doses, although I figure it'd be better to invest my time in fabricating some new suppressants altogether." His steps reverberate through the air as he saunters over to where you lie. gloved hands running through your matted locks, curling strands around his fingers as he mutters gleefully. "Look at all the trouble I go to for you darling. You really are quite lucky, that I'm so fond of you." his words hit deep, reopening the old wounds you clumsily stitched close with strings of denial. 

He lays down next to you, unbothered by the sharp cold of the metal table. His eyes melt into yours, looking at you like you are the love of his life. A bitter lie and you know it and yet you still relish in the fictitious proclivity of it all. His fingers trace open lacerations. His mouth busied itself with nipping at raw scar tissue adorning your neck. Working around to kiss at the stumps of amputated appendages. You lay there enjoying the kisses and empty promises. It feels like he loves you. In the end, isn't that all that matters? 

"You know I'm only doing this because I care about you, right?" You wonder if that lie tastes bitter on his tongue. You fight the urge to scream that it's evident he loves her more. Adores her. Worshipers her

 Dottore carries on disregarding the pain so clearly plastered on your face. "The traveler will live for much longer than you ever could. By taking you apart and sewing you into her, I'm doing you both a favor. Although I'll admit the true victor in this little experiment is I. 

I'll have both my lovers at my side forevermore." You hate how his statement makes your heart beat ever quicker and your cheeks darken in color. You turn, catching his lips in an uncharacteristically bold kiss. Hoping it'll shut him up for now.

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There's a code red. Even from your isolated room, you can tell that something's going on with the Traveler. That's what a code red is in this hellish place. Anytime the darling Traveler goes through something more major than a headache, the whole medical bay is on emergency standby. Clones running left and right fetching medical equipment and pain suppressants. 

You see the state Dottore is in over her. Hate how he risks his own well-being over her. Or rather, failing that, you're jealous over how much he cares about her. Dottore is naturally destructive, to those around him, to himself, to any and everything.  It's not a particularly hard thing to take note of. He's not exactly a gentle lover or even a good one at that.  Yet as of late, he's gone even further - if that's even possible- tearing himself to shreds trying to squeeze out the last bits of divinity still plaguing his ever-precious Traveler. 

Deep in your bones you just know he's ever more forbearing with her. never "forgetting" to administer her anesthetics to see how "well" she'd take the pain. Always putting in the extra time to make sure her wounds were thoroughly sterilized. With you it's different he'll cut where ever he pleases, tear off anything and everything. He'll cut and cut and you fear that one day there'll be nothing left to cut. 

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As of late, the Doctor has been more present. Visiting you daily -or at least you think. It's hard to tell time in a windowless, clockless room- his advances have been sweeter, bordering on loving if that was even possible. His lips linger where ever he kisses and he's even taken to spending the night. 

There's trouble in the air, you can feel it. 

It's on one of these particular nights that his clones are tasked with taking you to a new operating room. One with a window that permits the moon's rays to sweep in. His clones release you onto the plush operation table, a stark contrast to the metal slab you've grown accustomed to. 

Something's not right. 

Minutes later Dottore walks in. He discards his mask on a nearby table revealing bloodshot eyes with deep black bags underneath. "Too many late nights" you jab, prying for any reaction, anything that feels normal. He hovers above you, arms placed firmly on either side of your head. He let out a loud breath, followed by an onslaught of mirthless giggles. "It's time" he mutters. "Time for what?" you ask, searching his eyes for any clue as to what's going on. Dottore gulps curls a strand of pale blue hair around his finger and pulls. "Tonight I'll be taking your heart..." He pauses for a minute and you wonder if he hears the irony as you do. "I'll merge it with the Traveler's. Half and half, sounds fair right?"

 "no" 

"From then on you and her will be one. A single entity meant to serve me and only me. I told you I was the luckiest man in all of Teyvat."

You think you detect a sliver of sadness in his hoarse voice. 

Wonder if all this insanity has finally caught up with him...

Improbable. 

It's funny how now when you're all so close to getting what you've dreamed of for so long, reality decides to kick in. How regret settles deep in your gut as warm tears begin to flow freely. 

"Please don't do this.."

"I have to"

"Dottore plea-"

"Shhh"

He settles himself on the bed, straddling your hips. "I want you to be awake for this one." He reaches over for the scalpel and goes straight for the cut. A thoracotomy, just like the ones you used to watch him perform on Scaramouch. You scream out in pain, begging him to stop. All too soon everything goes numb and you're left hanging between the borders of life and death. 

Dottore leans down and kisses your heart. Laughing at how the blood mares his lips. A delighted shiver runs down his spine as he feels the rhythmical beats under his tongue. He looks so happy you note in your delirious state. It fills your heart with warmth as you bask in his excited, handsome face. Observing complacently as he watches you bleed out. 

"Dottore?"

"Yes my dove" 

"Please just say it...say it just once..."

You're not sure if it's the blood loss or a cruel joke by fate. But for a fraction of a second, you think you see his lips turn downwards and a single tear falls from his eye.

"I love you" He finally says. 

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Bonus: 

Sometimes the Traveler is shaken from her slumber by a blazing ache in her heart and in her right eye and her left leg, right thigh, left arm... Sometimes she's reminded that there was another girl. A poor soul who loved Dottore and paid for it with her body and her life. Tears fall freely from her eyes before she's pulled back into the mattress by her "lover". The mad doctor, Dottore. He kisses her, right on the border of her scars. Right where she ends and the other starts. He got his wish, he created some perfect hybrid of the only two things he's ever loved. 

Damn him.

Damn him to Celestia and back

#dottore x reader #dottore x you #yandere dottore #yandere dottore x reader #yandere dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x you #dottore #genshin impact dottore #il dottore #dottore x y/n #warning gore #warning body horror #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yancore #dottore angst #genshin hcs #genshin impact angst #il dottore x reader #il dottore x you #genshin impact reader insert #fatui harbingers #genshin dottore #fatui x reader #yandere aesthetic #yanderecore

[apas-95]

please please please PLEASE let me repack your ifak

if i have to dig through your little booboo bag for a fucking NSAID and you have like a dozen random fucking tier-1 operator ass items reddit said was best stuffed in there instead, I'm going to be exactly as gentle and graceful with it as if i were going through your fucking trauma kit and there were like six fucking layers of band-aids and sticking plasters before a single tourniquet or fucking s-gauze

so to avoid that pleeeeeease pretty please let me repack your ifak for you (⁠、ゞ ˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠）～♡ but if I see shit you're not fucking trained to use in there im throwing it away. and if i see a fucking thoracotomy needle in there I'm breaking it in front of you okey? (、⁠ゞ`′⁠⁠ʘ⁠⁠∩ʘ⁠)）⁠⊰⁠⊹.

[bunnakit]

top 5 most unhinged scenes!!

ask me my top 5 bl anything 🌸

this is gonna require some serious thought hmmm

i mean this is the gold star right now, right? there's a reason yai is my pfp these days and it's because that was my exact facial expression throughout this whole scene. gobsmacked, elated, excited -- i really ran a whole gambit of emotions (i still am tbh)

i saw this moment out of context as the show was airing and i was like oh hell yeah a feisty lil guy - and then i got to the scene and i was like oh yeah no that's actually completely fair, he deserves a chomp. i would be so pissed if i was ai di and probably would have done the same. (and i enjoy you can see him think about going back in for another kiss tho)

sorry for the blood but like. this scene. this fucking scene. i can't remember ever crying so hard at anything. an open heart massage or resuscitative thoracotomy is a very real thing and is only performed in extreme emergencies when sign of life is still present. i don't think it would have done anything to help tin given the circumstances but the absolute desperation from sing to do anything to save his best friend was gut wrenching. and then to move from this into tol's grief and denial? this episode fucked me up so badly i had to take a lap around my house and do some breathing exercises.

i wasn't going to include kiseki: dear to me again but truly, what in the strawberry huckleberry fuck was chen dong yang thinking here? you're going to teach ai di about loss? ai di??? the orphan who lost his mom to a drug addiction??? who has only ever tried to protect chen yi? yeah, no, i think he knows a thing or two about loss, i don't think this "lesson" was necessary. i'm so fucking glad i wasn't watching this as it came out, i remember the screaming on my dash and i was FILLED with fear.

i did really enjoy we could see how aware of his surroundings ai di is at all times, though. his eyes scanned the area for just a moment and he was locked ON to that gun. baby boy might be a feral menace but he's good at what he does.

i am still reeling from this. you wanna run that by me again chief?

i'm going to be honest with you guys, i've been in this situation. i was dating this guy for maybe two weeks. he was going to get signed to a major league baseball team relatively soon (i've dated a whole cast of characters,) really nice guy, would come see me at work just because he missed me, almost everything was a big green flag. UNTIL. out of nowhere he says "hey do you want to have kids?" and i was like yeah idk maybe eventually and he replied "no i mean like now"

what the fuck do you mean??? hello???

needless to say uhh i found a tactful way to break up with him after that because what the fuck.

bls sure are a fucking RIDE and i am grateful for my new companion yai to really sum up my feelings about each and every one of these scenes (and all the ones to come)

#bunn asks #top 5 bl #tw blood #tw hospital #tw gore #tw: blood #tw: hospital #tw: gore #<- if there are any i should add please lmk! #the sign #the sign the series #kiseki: dear to me #triage the series #pit babe the series #pit babe

[ayyy-pee]

On-Call

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Pairing: Shoko Ieiri x Female Reader

Summary: The rush of a hospital stops for no one.

Yet in the early morning hours, when it's just you and her within the four walls of the on-call room, time seems to stand still.

Genre: Hospital AU

Story Warning: Smut, Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring, Slight Jealousy

“Eighteen hours down and we’ll be back again in ten!” Cheers your colleague, Haibara. He raises his pint of beer in the air before throwing it back, chugging it down within seconds.

“And you’ll be fired for showing up drunk if you don’t slow down,” your other colleague, Nanami chimes in.

“Aww, Kentoooooo,” Haibara whines. “Come on! Doctors deserve breaks, too!”

“Yes, breaks. Not alcoholic benders.” Nanami takes a sip of his own beer. The blonde didn’t seem the slightest bit drunk, but that wasn’t unusual. You’d seen Nanami knock back plenty of beers then calmly perform an emergency resuscitative thoracotomy in the ER just an hour later. He was serious, professional and it seemed he did almost nothing wrong. There was much to be admired when it came to Nanami.

Haibara on the other hand was a decent doctor. He was the opposite of Nanami - silly, optimistic and thoroughly enjoyed being a medical professional. They balanced each other well and their friendship made your days worth working.

You loved being able to go home at night and think about the lives you’d saved, the families who you made sigh with relief and happiness at the fact that their loved one would make it. They’d be surviving because of you and your friends. There was no better feeling.

But some days were harder than others. Being a doctor came with its fair share of misery. There were days when all you saw was exhaustion, suffering, families huddled together to say their final goodbyes as they watched the light fade from their loved ones eyes. Yes, some days were harder than others. And when those days were over, you found yourself in the bar surrounded by your friends for quick drinks before you all went your separate ways to power nap before doing it all over again.

You’re all in your second year of residency at Tokyo Jujutsu Medical Center. It’s been absolutely brutal; nothing compared to your intern year, but still intense. Your Chief Resident, Dr. Yaga – despite his assortment of cutesy panda pins – is a hard ass who never lets up. You know he’s hard on you all for a reason, but it still sucks to have someone breathing down your neck over how you placed a catheter or the way you entered your patient dosages. In the end though, you know you’ll be a better doctor because of it. You, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime…everyone you’d spent the last few years suffering with…you would all probably need intense therapy, but you’d be the best doctors. 

Then there was her…

Your eyes roam over the shot glass ridden table all the way to the pretty woman across at the end of it, downing probably her twelfth shot of the night before wrapping her glossy lips around a cigarette and taking a drag.

She’s beautiful, with chocolate brown hair that spills around her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes are a similar shade of brown, sparkling despite the dim light of the bar. 

Ieiri Shoko – the top dog at the hospital. She’s more than beautiful, if you were being honest. She’s stunning. In another world, you would have loved to be at the other end of the table going toe to toe with her, laughing and taking shots. But, you can’t. You know why. She knows why. It’s for the best that you keep your distance, no matter how difficult it is for you…and maybe for her.

Shoko is gorgeous, talented, insanely smart. And she’s way too cool to be hanging out with you all. You’re sure Satoru and Suguru are way more interesting, way better company. But, maybe she wanted a change of pace. She has been with those two idiots since med school. 

Shoko is above you when it comes to rank at the hospital, so you’re not quite sure why the hell she decided to come out with you all when she’s got friends of her own. In fact, you’re not even sure who invited her, but if you had to guess, it’d be Haibara. He likes everyone.

The sharp sound of a pager’s beeping cuts through the joy at the table, the silence setting in immediately. Everyone reaches for their devices, sighing with relief when they see the page was not for them. You groan, throwing your head back as you stare at the tiny screen in your hand.

“Unlucky me.” 

You slide the rest of your drink to Nanami who you’re sure will finish it and then drink another. “I have to be back in about five hours, so I’m heading to the hospital to crash in the on-call room,” you tell your friends. “See you all at rounds.”

Mostly everyone says their goodbyes and you head out of the bar, making the trek back to the hospital.

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In the way too early morning hours, your alarm blares next to you, pulling you from a dreamless sleep. When was the last time you’d dreamt? Every time you close your eyes to rest, you only see the back of your eyelids nowadays.

You sit up, stretching before you slide out of bed to head to the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth quickly. You’ll have just enough time to head down to the cafeteria and grab a coffee and muffin before you have to get to rounds. You just need to stick to your timeline.

When you emerge from the bathroom wrapped in your towel, you notice a woman’s form splayed out on the bed out of the corner of your eye. You briefly wonder how she got in here, stepping forward slowly before you realize you recognize her. That thick brown hair and those long slender legs are unmistakable as you approach her.

“Shoko, what are you doing here?” You ask quietly. You glance back to the on-call room door. It’s locked. You’re sure it was locked when you went to bed alone last night and yet Shoko is in here.

She hums as her deep brown eyes find yours. “I wanted to see you before rounds,” she says simply and you freeze for a moment.

“Did I do something wrong yesterday?” Your mind thinks back to your shift. You’d had a bit of difficulty intubating a patient, but ultimately got that taken care of when Nanami came to assist. As far as you knew, there was no issue. The patient was stable.

Shoko shakes her head. “No. Well, I mean you left the bar without so much as a wave in my direction, but no. I just wanted to see you.”

She sits up, crawling off of the bed to stand before you. It’s only then you finally notice she’s only in her bra and panties. Shoko brings her hands up to cup your cheeks, gently bringing her thumb down and running it across your bottom lip before she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to them. Her raspberry lip gloss and the slight taste of cigarettes on her lips assaults your senses and you’re drowning in her before you know it.

“I missed you yesterday,” she whispers between kisses. “I missed these lips,” another kiss. “I missed your taste,” another kiss. “I missed touching you,” another kiss.

You pull back. “Shoko, we can’t do this here. I have rounds soon. We don’t have ti-”

“I want you,” She tells you simply. “I watched you all night, laughing with Nanami, Haibara, everyone else but me. I wouldn’t usually care, you know that. But I hate that I can’t sit with you when we’re out with everyone else.”

A soft smile spreads across your lips. “Yeah, because someone can’t keep her hands to herself.” You see a bit of the sadness behind her tired eyes and you bring your own hands up to cup her cheeks. “Shoko, you know what would happen if anyone found out about us.”

“I know.”

She’s quiet for a moment and you see the wheels turning in her head, trying to find a way to reason with you. She’s not usually so emotional. Shoko is quiet, laid back and nonchalant with most things…but most things didn’t include you. For the past eight months, you’ve been doing exactly what you’re doing now. Meeting up in on-call rooms, sneaking to each other’s apartments when time permits, giving each other longing stares across the pediatric wing when you’re passing each other on your way to a patient’s room.

It’s hard keeping this quiet. And you know it’s as difficult on Shoko as it is on you. It’s only when it’s just the two of you, tangled under the sheets together that she lets you in, tells you how much she wants you and wishes she could hold your hand out in the open. Outside of this, she wears her mask. That’s just how Shoko is. She hides her emotions behind her sarcasm and laissez faire attitude. It’s easier for her that way.

So you give in when she gets needy like she is now, leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers softly. She opens her mouth to you, desperately pouring herself into the kiss and giving you all she can in this moment.

“I do have rounds soon, so we can talk about this more later. Right now, let’s just be together,” you tell her between needy, open mouthed kisses.

She nods, hooking her finger into your towel and pulling. The knot holding the wrap up comes loose and it falls to the floor in a pile around your feet. Shoko’s slender fingers find your waist, pulling you flush against her body and you both moan when you feel your skin touch.

You slide a hand up the back of Shoko’s neck, holding her still as you deepen the kiss before you move your hand up to run through her hair. She sighs and you take advantage, slipping your tongue into her mouth. Shoko runs her tongue along yours, moaning softly when your hand grips her hair between your fingers.

Quickly, you loop your other hand around Shoko’s back, fingers deftly finding the hooks of her bra and unclasping it. She shrugs the garment off before removing her hands from your waist to push her panties to the ground, never breaking the kiss. Her hands find your waist, pulling you back against her and you both moan again when you feel your breasts press together, your groins connecting.

Shoko breaks the kiss first, leaning back slightly to gaze at you. And you gaze at her. She’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever known. You’re convinced that there is no one on this earth prettier than Shoko at this moment and you want to show her.

You gently caress Shoko’s chin, guiding her mouth to yours to kiss her deeply. Shoko melts into you. It’s dizzying, the way this one kiss is turning into one, two, three long kisses. You feel the throbbing in your core begin to grow and you’re desperate to be touched and to touch her. You push softly against Shoko’s shoulders, slowly guiding her back towards the bed until you feel her sinking back into the plush mattress, her hand coming up to grab your wrist and pull you down on top of her. 

"I can’t wait to feel you," Shoko comments, pulling back to look at you. You drink her expression in, pupils blown with arousal as she leans into another kiss and you return it fervently, gently caressing her waist. Your hand drifts down Shoko’s chest, cupping her breast in your hand and she whimpers, her own hands coming up to grasp your breasts. She takes each of your hardening nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and rolls the sensitive buds, pulling a sharp gasp from you.

Shoko’s lips find their way to your neck as she lets go of one of your nipples and slips a hand between you both, sliding further and further down until her fingers find your aching clit.

She moans when her fingers slip between your folds and she finds you practically dripping into her hand. You feel her lips curl against your neck with a smirk as she slowly begins rubbing circles.

“We’ve hardly done anything and you’re soaking wet, baby,” she murmurs against you before running her tongue up your neck, to your jaw where she leaves featherlight kisses that have you panting above her.

“I guess I missed you too,” you tell her as you lean forward, crashing your lips into hers. A light gasp escapes you as Shoko slips a finger into your dripping cunt, slowly moving it deeper and deeper with gentle, firm strokes. You match her pace with your own sways of your hips, rocking back and forth in time with Shoko’s movements, gasping and groaning above her as Shoko slips another finger inside. 

You drag your hand down Shoko’s torso, smiling against her lips when she shivers and moans at your touch. You feel the soft curls of her pubes just above where your paradise awaits you and you can’t take it any longer.

You break the kiss, sliding your hand between Shoko’s legs to find her just as wet as you. Your fingers stroke her clit gently and you watch as Shoko’s head falls back, her lips parting in silent pleasure as she unconsciously bucks against your teasing touch. You gently press against her clit and Shoko gasps, her hips rocking forward against your fingers.

“You’re so cute like this,” Shoko tells you when she brings her head back up to look at you. She drinks in the sight of you– chest heaving, breasts bouncing, eyes glossed over with lust and she moans softly when she feels the way your walls clamp down on her. 

You watch as Shoko rolls her hips into your hand, matching the speed in which you rock your own hips against hers. You can’t help the shiver that creeps up your spine when you feel her sink her fingers into you again and again, hitting your sweet spot.

It goes on and on like this for some time, the sounds of yours and Shoko’s mixed pants and breathing filling the air of the on-call room. You feel yourself growing closer and closer to your peak, but you don’t want to get there without Shoko.

“Let me feel you,” Shoko breathes right before kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts. You nod, lifting yourself off of Shoko’s body and biting back the whine that threatens to escape when you feel her digits leave you. 

She slips her fingers between her lips, sucking your essence from them and your core tightens at the sight. She’s so fucking sexy without even trying. Shoko scoots back across the bed and spreads her legs. You gaze at her, the way her pussy glistens with her arousal in the dull light of the on-call room and again, you feel your walls flutter before you follow her lead.

Shoko grabs your leg, hoisting it over her own. You scoot towards each other slowly until you feel Shoko’s hot core press right against yours.

“You’re so warm, so wet,” she moans, pushing her hips towards yours. You both hum with contentment, a soft groan rushing past Shoko’s lips.

You grind your hips against Shoko’s and shiver, feeling the way your slick lets you slide smoothly against each other. You work against each other, clits rubbing against each other. Your head spins from the immense pleasure you’re feeling and you both have to bite your lips to hold in the loud moans and gasps threatening to spill from your mouths. 

Shoko grabs onto your thigh, gripping tightly as she picks up the pace. You can feel the wetness pooling between you both, the squelching sound of your slick mixing joining your moans and breaths as you press against each other as closely as you physically can.

“Fuck, god, you’re so wet,” Shoko groans, brows furrowing together as her hips move against yours. Your eyes are glued to her chest, locked onto the way her breasts bounce with every movement. She’s so beautiful, with her pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips. You’re in awe of her beauty, of the way she so effortlessly holds your attention.

“I wish,” Shoko gasps, “I wish I could show everyone you’re mine.” She rolls her hips against yours, moaning at the friction as she continues. “I want everyone to know when we leave here for the night, we go home together. That we belong together.”

Shoko, so quiet usually, is quite the talker when she’s approaching her climax. She always rambles on and on about how much she hates the secrecy of your relationship. And you know it’s true. This is when she’s the most open with you.

“Me too, babe,” you tell her, panting as you press yourselves together harder and faster, chasing your release. And you reach it quickly when Shoko throws her head back, moaning as she whispers, “cum with me”.

And you work yourself faster and faster against her, fingers gripping the bed sheets as you both chase your high together. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, an explosion of delicious ecstasy shoots through your body. You and Shoko cry out as quietly as you can, both your hips bucking of their own accord as you ride out your orgasms together.

……..

You and Shoko untangle your sweaty, sticky limbs as you catch your breath. She kisses you sweetly, whispering how much she wants to be with you, how much she cares for you. She’s always like this afterwards.

A few minutes pass and she climbs out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to shower before she quickly rinses off and dresses. “Sorry to bolt, babe. I have to get to rounds as well. You should hurry and get ready before you’re late.”

You chuckle softly, sliding out of the bed and picking your towel up from its spot on the floor where you’d left it. “It’s your fault if I’m late, Shoko. I better not get in trouble.”

Shoko smiles, moving to give you another kiss as she slips on her white coat. “I hope you don’t. I’ll see you later.” She kisses you again, hard. The way she always does when she misses you more than usual and knows she’ll have to mask her feelings for a while. 

You watch her leave before you make your way back into the bathroom for another shower.

……..

You’ve skipped breakfast. You don’t have time and you’re already running behind schedule thanks to your earlier escapades. Rounds started about fifteen minutes ago. You’re bolting up the stairs to the third floor where the orthopedics wing is and where your rounds are taking place this morning. The elevator took way too long. You couldn’t afford to wait and you curse yourself thinking about what a waste of time it was to shower twice. You’re already sweating again.

As you round the corner, you can see the rest of your colleagues are already with a patient. They’re all crowded around the patient’s bed in their hospital room when you arrive. The voice of your superior echoes as they review the patient’s history with the group. You slink to the back of the crowd as your superior drones on.

When they’re done, the room is quiet save for the beeping of the patient’s monitors and their breathing machine.

And then you hear your name called.

Your colleagues separate, parting right down the middle so you’re face to face with your superior and your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. That luscious, long hair and those beautiful brown eyes with the beauty mark sitting atop her right cheek, just underneath her eye. She gives you a serious look, pursing those pretty, pretty lips she’s now reapplied her raspberry lip gloss to.

“You’re late, Doctor.,” she says sternly enough to fool the others, but not you. You know it’s all a facade. You recognize her mask is up, so you play along as you always do.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Ieiri,” you tell her, offering an apologetic smile. “It won’t happen again.”

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[vamptits]

I live in fear of sending something to the wrong person. "ooh do you have something to hide" UH YEAH I can't send stuff meant for the erotic thoracotomy mutual to the foraging mutual.

[doctorspork]

Was at a friend’s birthday party yesterday and got the inevitable, “Oh you’re an ER doctor? What’s the worst thing you’ve seen?”

and as per usual I immediately think of the day when we had 6 GSWs, 3 of whom were dead on arrival, 2 of whom got thoracotomies and none of whom survived, all of whom were younger than I am.

But that’s not really a fun fact so I said something about the recent case of nec fasc diagnosed from the waiting room (which is like...definitely also not the kind of story he was looking for, and more just representative of how awful EM is right now, but was the best I could do)

#emergency medicine #medicine #medblr #spork talks #residency #pgy5 #trauma