#tw: hospital mention

[xtinyslip]

gideon had heard bits and pieces about what had happened to his dad. no, nothing that any of the nurses would confirm and it wasn't as if anyone had been to see him since then. he couldn't have heard right that parker done that? even if he had... right now, he would have done anything to see him. after all, he wasn't supposed to get out of bed and it had been how long since anyone would properly speak to him? he didn't even get edgar or cecilia visiting since all the chaos he'd heard outside the hospital wing. they'd rushed his dad somewhere but why couldn't they let him be here with him? well, he didn't know whether it was the medication he was on had started to wear off. gideon didn't know what made being there that unbearable but it just snapped in him. HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE IN THERE ANYMORE. struggling to pull out the wires and tubes from his arms that were connecting him to the monitors and fluid bags. he'd just managed to swing his legs over the bed, when he heard the door open and footsteps rushing. "no, don't make me lie back down. i need to get up. i -- i need to get out of here." was he in any condition to? no, he bent over, hand on his chest because of how much it hurt. "don't make me, please?" @lcvenderhcze @fcdcdmcmories

#gideon ; convo #gideon ; open #tw: mental health #tw: hospital mention #tw: drugs mention #i just thought i'd throw you both an open from poor gids cos i need things for him hehe #don't mind me :)

[eternatustruther]

(@friendball-irl)

Volt, when's the last time you saw Bee?

What was she going to do?

Last time I saw her, I was making sure she was settled in at the hospital and we confirmed that I was going to take care of Nightlight and Blink while she's there.

Last I know, she was going to do some more tests and then try eating again. Why?

#pokemon irl #ask #interblog shenanigans #Level Up Please #tw: hospital mention

[cosmic-kaden]

An update for everyone. It looks like I'm spending Christmas in the hospital this year. I'm not well at all. It has been 3 days since I haven't been able to keep down food or water. I'm severely dehydrated and I'm weak.

Just wanted to let y'all know what's up. Please keep tagging me in content and I will see whenever I'm healthy enough to be around/home

#life sucks rn and I'm scared #tw: hospital mention #not self ship

[friendball-irl]

D:

Uncle Gray!!! Are you okay I didn't even know you got hurt do you need help??

Lol, hey Flare.

I'm okay, don't worry. I just had to have surgery is all. Apparently my, uh, appendix burst while I was Muted and I didn't notice until last week, eheh... There was a pretty bad infection that I'm still fighting, so I'm in a wheelchair and taking some pretty strong meds until I'm all better.

Thankfully I managed to convince them to let me go to the wedding hehe!

#pokemon irl #in character #ask #interblog shenanigans #spicy niece #tw: surgery mention #tw: infection mention #tw: hospital mention

[beeanonxx]

I finally got home, I guess the memory problems also messed with my sense of direction lol

Probably gonna still be off work for a few days, I don't feel that good still. Just good enough to not need to be in the hospital.

#in character #pokemon irl #Level Up Please #tw: hospital mention

[themarissaharrison]

closed starter for @nsloanefms​ 

A few more days went by and Nicola was finally discharged from the hospital, able to be back home, though doctor’s orders were to rest as much as possible. Neither of them were particularly good at resting, at staying still and quiet and letting the world pass them by. Marissa especially struggled with not doing anything, and while she by no means needed the money, having Queen’s closed for the entire weekend and more made her feel like she was missing out - running at a loss. She needed to close up, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but itch to get back in there. So, once Nic was settled, and they’d spent a day or two catching up on all the missed time, she decided to reopen and go back to work. She tried not to think about it, or talk about it, but the truth was she desperately needed the distraction... She wasn’t okay.

So, that’s where she’d been for most of the afternoon, through into the late hours of the night. She’d stayed a little late after close, finding a deeper distraction in something Enzo provided, a few drinks to wash it down. She fired off a text ‘finishing up some paperwork, be home soon’, so Nic perhaps wouldn’t worry as much. It wasn’t a whole lie - she did do some paperwork. Eventually, she got home, walking through the door and dropping her bag and coat by the hanger, locking up immediately. She never used to do that. But paranoia was a wise trait to have these days.

Riss thought about calling out, but she didn’t want to wake Nic if the older woman had fallen asleep. So she moved through the house quietly, checking first the gym (though she’d be pissed if that’s where she found her), then the deck, then up into the bedroom before finally finding her out of their bedroom balcony. “Hey...” She greeted softly, walking over and wrapping her hand around her waist. “I missed you,” Riss whispered as she kissed her cheek.

#c; nicola #tw: hospital mention #tw: drug mention

[raynes-musings]

       I'm the disease.

           I'm the cure.

  I'm the DOCTOR.

       I'm the reason you're in the hospital.

              But you can call me GOD.

#[original;] #rp musings #musings #tw: illness mention #tw: hospital mention #[medical;] #[god complex;] #[killer;] #[metaphor;] #[queued;]

[break-me-open]

Yesterday was the three year anniversary of going to the emergency room for suicidality. That means today is the three year anniversary of being released from the hospital (and then going into a partial hospitalization program and quitting the the job I had just gotten and having a daily existential crisis for a bit and etc).

I guess in some ways, that has become more meaningful. Yesterday, my mind was more on memories-- trying to wipe my tears with disinfectant wipes because there weren't tissues in my work area, the moment of realizing the nurse going through my bag was going to find my box of razors, how much I hated having an open IV in my arm. Today, there's been more room for, like... everything that's come since then.

I don't want to die these days. I frequently have days where I don't think about killing myself at all. Even a year ago, I didn't think I'd get there. I just figured I'd kind of want to die, at least a little bit, every day, forever. That's how I had felt for... years? All of adulthood? And I just figured I'd learn to live with wanting to die. I honestly do expect that I'll experience suicidal thoughts again, maybe soon (it is getting to late fall and then winter, after all), but I have had, like...months of a break from that as my normal. Often things still aren't great, but they're not...that, yknow? It's wild.

#personal #tw: suicide #tw: hospital mention #tw: suicidal ideation #recovery #actuallymentallyill

[salemsimss]

Hii! Just letting you know that I’m not ignoring any asks I’ve received - if anything I was planning on answering them once I got in (wcif and oc cas prompt). However, I am instead going to A&E because I have really shitty luck with me health!

Sooo wish me luck and pls send positive vibes

#I’m hoping it’s nothing serious #but my left sinus is swollen and my left eye is still causing me problems #I’ve been dealing with the pain and discomfort for months #and my mum told me to just go to A&E to get it checked #I’m very anxious #and I’m trying not to cry #please wish me luck because I’m alone #and scared #salem.talks #non-sims #tw: hospital mention #tw: health #dl

[xtinyslip]

“how is it that you look like you could use a drink more than i do?” oh, he knew he wasn’t in the best condition. after being tortured for a month, left to starve and dehydrate to the verge of death. well, he was meant to look like shit. it was just a blessing at this point that any emotion or feelings he did have had been pulled, picked apart and twisted until there was nothing left. he felt... nothing. the one thing that may have anchored him was his job but thanks to the people who had taken him? well, he had lost his medical license and now... he was here. he’d spent a week in a medically induced coma recovering. it probably should have been longer but with how he had snapped at the hospital? he couldn’t wait to see the back of it and he knew they couldn’t wait to see the back of him. no shit. “as long as it’s not a heart felt conversation you want? i’m happy to share my bottle.” gesturing to his bottle of whiskey and the clean spare glass on the table. @glcrygcre

#matt ; convo #matt ; open #tw; mental health #tw: torture mention #tw: hospital mention #tw: alcohol mention

[corajade]

you & i.

 one single message caused her entire world to come crashing down.

brianna always hated hospitals – the environment made her uncomfortable. some people were blessed with the news of happiness, others received news of sadness. sadness was the reason why she was here … facing her worst nightmare. her reflection bounced from the glass as she stared at her boyfriend through tinted windows, speechless. wires and machines surrounded him, under the watchful eye of healthcare professionals. she felt weak and her knees trembled at the sight of his lifeless body. brianna felt hopeless. everything was breaking down around her, and there was nothing she could do. it was like a dream she couldn’t wake up from and her tired eyes could no longer shed anymore tears.

“miss … you’re more than welcome to see him.” the soothing tone of a female’s voice broke brianna’s gaze. “the doctors have stabilised him.” the nurse repeated the same sentence brianna had heard countless times since her arrival. maybe brianna was trying to convince herself that everything was fine – and if she didn’t physically touch him, then maybe it wasn’t true and she’d suddenly wake up from this haunting dream. but his family was present … a family she barely knew. a family grieving the unfortunate circumstance their child was in. “i don’t know.” the female’s voice was barely audible as she mumbled underneath her breath. “i don’t like seeing him like this.” brianna struggled to make eye-contact with the nurse standing next to her, her gaze focused entirely on the occupied hospital bed. 

brianna couldn’t stand still as she swayed aimlessly back and forth. she hated facing things head on – and the only person that would support her during difficult times was tj. seeing somebody she adored in a poor condition made her feel useless. she couldn’t do anything to help and it was eating her alive. a conversation caught her attention and brianna’s distressed gaze was met with a small nod from tj’s family. a nod of encouragement. seeking the family’s support was the only guidance she needed and with careful persuasion, brianna bit the bullet.

with hesitation, the female slowly approached the bed where tj rested. she was slow, almost regretting her decision to enter the room. stopping in her tracks, brianna couldn’t bear to see the state he was in. with every gentle step she took, her knees felt weak. her heart was racing and fear overpowered her. at this moment, she stopped convincing herself it wasn’t real. brianna stood at tj’s bedside, harshly tugging on her bottom lip as she battled with her emotions. his breathing was quiet as he remained in a deep slumber. “fuck …” she whispered. “what happened to you?” brianna muttered underneath her breath, carefully lowering herself to the seat next to him. she gently took his hand – almost like he was so fragile, he’d break under her touch. “this wasn’t supposed to happen. you’re supposed to be okay.” her voice broke. “c’mon tj.” 

brianna despised seeing him in a vulnerable state. she hated that she couldn’t do anything for him … and she hated that she couldn’t tell him everything would be okay – because, would it? sure, the doctors are eager to say so but do they really know? with thoughts racing through her mind, she gave tj’s hand a tight squeeze. “you’ve gotta come back to us. we all need you.” brianna continued to speak. “you’re our rock. our happiness … and a pain in the ass, sometimes.” she forced out a weak laugh, the sadness present in her voice. “you have to be okay.” with shaking hands, the female brushed those jet-black curls from his eyes. his skin was warm as she rested her hand softly against his cheek – unable to find all the words to say. “i still need piggybacks and uh … dancing lessons. and maybe one day, we can take another trip? and despite how stubborn you always are – you still need to take over the world with your music. and …” recalling their shared memories … brianna’s arms dropped to her sides, no longer able to control her emotions. tears rolled down her cheeks and through heavy breaths, she slipped out three little words. 

“i love you.” 

#d: you & i. #ooc: fjdkljdf sorry for any typos. <3 #tw: injury #tw: hospital mention

[cosmic-kaden]

Sorry I haven't been active. Turns out it's not food poisoning. I'm currently sitting in the hospital waiting room. My intestines feel like they're literally on fire and I can't stand or sit because of seeering pain. Tmi but I've been doing nothing but throwing up and..other bodily functions all day. My muscles are weak and I have a fever/chills and I'm having difficulty breathing

I've never experienced my inside on fire before so it's worth getting checked out... In for a 7-8 hour wait in the waiting room tho which sucks cause I'm exhausted

I'll be back once I'm feeling better. I hope you're all doing well my friends, I love you 💜 /p

#tw: vomit mention #tw: hospital mention

[friendball-irl]

uh, thought you might wanna know? Bee's fine, but she kinda uh, got attacked and I had to bring her to the hospital. She didn't just pass out for no reason I just didn't wanna worry you-

-@eternatustruther

...

I

I see.

Will she be okay?

#pokemon irl #in character #ask #the BIG TRUTH #tw: assault #tw: hospital mention #tw: assault mention

[beeanonxx]

"You've been in and out of hospitals since you were 14 you have to be used to them by now"

Dont be fooled I'm terrified I don't wanna be here :D

#in character #pokemon irl #tw: hospital mention #t is for trauma

[somethings-monstrous]

My eating disordered brain everytime we are too sick to eat for 24+ hours:

#we had really bad vertigo #like #everything was spinning so fast #couldn't open our eyes #threw up evertime we moved #finally had to go to the ER #nearly 24 hours of vertigo #and my brain is celebrating us going 28 hours without food #fuck eating disorders #tw: ed mention #tw: eating issues #tw: hospital mention #tw: sickness #vertigo #gifs #tw: eating #and yes him eating in the gif amuses me #my sense of humor is fucked alright? #always weirds doctors out when Im clearly dying and cracking jokes and laughing #like bitches #you have no idea how broke a bitch can be #alright stop rambling in the tags #no one cares and you sound crazy #er than usual #:D

[jericholeader]

Human!Markus going to therapy biweekly after he is finally out of the hospital, and able to drive/take public transportation. It does help. It gives him tools and space and perspective. But it also exhausts him. Sometimes he comes home and he falls asleep on the couch or his bed in his clothes, because he is, technically, still recovering. 

Human!Markus not sleeping well, except in the hospital when he is sleeping a lot because that is what his body has, but taking steps to try and heal, and the sleep comes slowly, slowly better.

#verse//human #tw: hospital mention