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Left for dead

Sam didn't know what hit him. But he knew, that he wasn't coming back from this one.

Nat had made sure.

But he actually wasn't sure, if he caught a bullet or an arrow. Could be anything, that had lodged itself in his intestines. His hands were numb and the tingling of losing all the rest of his feelings was spreading fast.

So there was no use to press his fingers into the bloody wound, even if he still had some control over his extremities.

He couldn't even feel the sticky blood on his fingers.

The pain was almost gone, but the picture of Nat lauging, when he looked down at him and said his goodbyes was just as painful, as the rest of his body had felt moments before.

Yet it also felt like a memory from a long time ago, when his vision narrowed and his mind slipped into all consuming blackness.

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Hey guys.

I was gone for a while and honestly, it doesn't feel like I'm back, concerning many parts of my life.

I'd love to get some more words on paper, but my mind is occupied with too much of this real world stuff, unfortunately.

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The microwave vs. handiman

Tw: blunt trauma, blood, unconsiousness, unknown fate

Sure, he said yes to help his buddy remodeling his living room. He didn't know, it was going to be this bad and that his friend literally had two left hands, of which he couldn't use even one properly.

He brought most of the needed tools himself, but he forgot his hammer. A damn hammer, he wanted to use, to just headlessly pount it against something to deal with his frustration, that had been building up the whole day.

"In the basement, right shelf." His friend had said. Why the fuck, wouldn't he go, when he knew the place anyway. Which in itself was a miracle, of how organised this house was, not.

It looked like a bomb had gone off, in every room, on every board, in every cupboard, in every corner. He went himself, trying to avoid becoming a murderer today.

"Really." He mumbled into the basement, as he spotted the handle, of what only could be a hammer under an old microwave on the upper shelf in this hell hole.

He could grap it, but wasn't able to lift the microwave from this angle.

So he pulled by an old wooden box and used it as a step. The shelfboard was moving, not really fixated. A highly unstead contraction.

He lifted the microwave just enough, to pull the handle out. It still got stuck. He pulled more. A crack and the wooden box underneath his feet gave way. Sharp edges connected with his leg, even though covered by his pants.

Whatever was stuck gave way, when he stumbled back and fell on his ass. His left foot still trapped inside the broken box and a confused look to the thing in his hand, confirmed, that the head of the hammer just came off and was probably still stuck under the microwave.

A sound of shifting things let him look up. The board had moved to the side a bit, everything on it was slowly travelling to the side, too. The microwave tilting.

"Oh crap." He heard himself growl, raising his arms protectively above his head and turning as much of his body to the side, laying down on the floor. There was no time to do anything else. The heavy square object left the board with everything else. Things scattered around him with earpiercing noise.

The hit to his right shoulder was brutal, pressing all air out of his lungs and bringing a loud peep to his ears, while muffing everything else. Something definitely broke inside, when his fragile body was rammed into the hard floor by the big box crushing it.

The pain was unbearable, breathing wasn't possible and his vision was blurry from one moment to the next. He felt like being hit by a truck, his face pressed against the ground, he tasted blood. The world was silent, so silent, only his heartbeat was hammering in his ears and head. He felt sick and tired, yet flushed with adrenaline, that couldn't go anywhere. He saw his own hand just laying there, thrembling, then everything turned dark.

"Have you found it and decided to remodel down here, t... FUCK!"

His friend was standing at the head of the stairs. "Johnny?" His question hesitant, when he made it down the stairs.

"Johnny? Talk to me!" He was kneeling by his friend's head, taking in the crushed, unmoving body. "Oh god. Johnny come on, open your eyes." His hands touched his friends cheeks, but his face was pale and expressionless.

He took in the sight of the microwave laying on top of his upper body. There was definitely blood on his clothes.

The friend was fishing for his phone. "FUCK!" No reception in the basement. He was moving on his feet, without moving an inch. Take that thing of him or run up and call for help? "Fuck." This thing could prevent him from breathing. Already back on his knees, he held his hand under Johnnys nose. He was breathing, kinda. He was still alive. So he wouldn't move him.

The grip around his phone tightened and he ran up the stairs, already dialing 911.

xxx

Johnny felt like being stuck under a bolder. Time had no meaning, nothing did actually. Everything was so heavy and painful. Darkness surrounded him. Everything was so straining. It felt like he wasn't really there, but reality was still much too present and painful. Something kinda blew in his face. Was he standing at a cliff, feeling the breeze or maybe he had fallen down, laying bruised and broken on the next edge. He couldn't remember going for a hike. Actually, he couldn't remember.... yeah, no. He went over to his friends house some morning to help him? Did he help him, did he ever arrive there? Maybe a car accident. It felt like, he was trapped somewhere.

His eyes wouldn't cooperate and open. Nothing in his body would do, as he wanted it to. He wanted to take a deep breath, there was nothing, except pain. So much pain, he felt like slipping.

More weight on him, on his arms. His chest felt like being crushed. He couldn't breathe. The pain in his right side, his chest, his shoulder and back was eating him alive. He couldn't swallow or move or anything. In panic his eyes flew open against an inhuman heaviness. He was afraid. Of what? Why? Where was he? Something was drumming in his ears, loud and fast. He couldn't breathe. The panic got worse, even though it flushed his broken body with adrenaline, the pain got worse too.

White dots danced in his sight. Something pressed on his face and his body convulsed. Something came up his throat, warm, heavy, metallic. It felt wrong, everything felt wrong. He just wanted to breathe. But it didn't work. His body trembling, as hands on his arms held him down. Someone pulled the red thing from his face. But he still couldn't breathe. Words, but he didn't understand. There was only static noise in his ears and this drumming, even more frantic now.

His vision was like a chaotic night sky on new years eve. Everything turned white. It felt like, if he let go now, he'd be gone forever, but he couldn't hold on.

His body went limp and the heartmonitor was displaying his last frantic heartbeats before it went into a high pitched noise echoing from the walls of the or.

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Medwhump May- Day 24

Not breathing

Reguarding my own experience yesterday, I found some incentive to write again. It wasn't as bad, as I just made it, but surely felt like hell.

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Tw: removing stitches, therefor kind of self-inflicted pain, emotional whump

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The doctor had locked eyes with her and she refused to look away or bury her face under her arm. "M'kay." Half-loud and more exhaled, than spoken, was everything, that came over her lips.

She swallowed strongly and added.."Don't... don't tell me, what your doing, just get it over with, pls." Her frightened eyes searched for the nurses, standing right by her side. "Jst, talk music or so?" Her plea drifted off into a question as her voice lost the last of its volumne. "Sure thing, sweety." The nurse smiled down at her.

Whatever they talked about, she wouldn't know. She realised, she was answering questions with brief exhaled words of compliance, but she didn't even heard those questions, she was fairly sure.

When the dull, sometimes stinking pain over the last weeks was unpleasant, than this was sheer torture. Or more the ache in her tummy and the pull on those stitches, whenever she moved, was a freaking walk in the park compared to this.

Her body just reacted to the pain. Her arms still crossed in front of her chest, holding them, to give herself some kind of support and maybe even a hug, she buried her nails into her shrunken biceps. Normally, she would dig her fingers into the flesh right and left of her belly, to deal with such a consumping all-body-pain. But she couldn't, due to said suture being stretched way too much and being currantly removed, additionally the doctors hands. The slight dull pain in her arm and the tension in her muscles was grounding. It was self-inflicted, so she was in control of the intencity. Not really, the pain of those pulled up suture knots, feeling like layers of skin were seperated from her tummy, was actually responsible for the intensity.

Being bedridden for weeks now, her usual short nails had grown and consumed by the searing, climbing and burning pain, she didn't even realise how deep and strong there were diggering into the skin of her arms, while she pulled them even tighter against her chest.

She had never believed, that she'd ever consciously scream out in pain, but she did. Shortly and still stopped by her embarrassed mind, even though she wanted to tear down the walls, screaming it out. She stiffled it, feeling red additing to the strain in her face.

The nurse put her hand on her shoulder right next to hers, in a clear gesture to take a hold of it. A short view to that small fragile creation of skin and bones and she closed her eyes. Even though, she really wanted to hold a hand right now, she would just plainly crush it, if she tried to take it to deal with the pain. So her eyes automatically closed in desperation and her fingers just dug deeper. Her body stiffened and she bit her tongue. It felt like there were a hundred stitches and the doctor had merely removed two. Maybe even only one. It felt like, when you want to cut a thick cord with a dull knife. Only that that damn cord was knoted to a hurting, burning, bloody part of her skin, that was currantly ripped open.

The pain, she produced in her biceps was not nearly enough, her fingers became numb, the little joints between the digets started to move in the wrong direction. Her jaw hurt from clenching her teeth, stars started to flicker through her black vision, so strong she was pressing her eyes close. Her face felt hot and wet.

A static noise in her ears, she was shaking, but all was a haze. She didn't even realise, the pain was ebbing away, cause the shadow it left, was still lingering through her tummy.

A hand, no two, warm, firmly squeezing her shoulders. Words, a word wafting towards her, like carried with the wind. Voices, talking, to her? Kind of commotion, but she was safe here in the warm stupor of darkness. Suddenly, everything so calm and soothing, became somewhat urgent. The squeeze on her shoulders stronger, she was shaking or been shaken? That word again

"Breathe!"

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Medwhump May- Day 23 Alt 7

Scars

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Tw: removing stitches, emotional whump

Part 23 (all others here)

Time passed. Finally it looked, like the female patient was on a good way. She began eating again and managed to sit up and even leave the bed. Walking alone was out of the question for the time being, but a stroll down the corridor in the wheelchair was the days highlight.

Another week and a half, it was time to finally remove her stitches, leaving her small body with a new set of scars, that born witness of her ordeal.

She was fit and lucid enough to get in her own clothes, with some help. But at least the additional emotional strain, that hospital gown and the uneasy feeling it brought, when she started to get stronger again, was gone.

Some plain joggers and a shirt made a hell of a difference, while she was still stuck in these surroundings.

A blond female doctor and a nurse entered. The later had a tray with tools and bandages, which she put on the fold away table.

"Gonna get those nasty sutures out today, right." The doctor smiled a happy smile.

The lady was nervous, but every single one of those ugle steps brought her closer to leaving this aweful place. It wasn't the people, neither their handling (for once). Everybody was taking such good care of her, trying not to make her feel overly weak and vulnerable additionally, even though she was.

It was the mere overwhelming fact, that she had no control over the situation. No matter how much she fought, her body just faltered and she was depended on all their help.

The nurse helped her lift the shirt up to her bra. Her favorite piece of clothes, after she was able to dress again. It made her feel more like a person, than only a patient and gave her a secret sense of safty, she wouldn't be able to phrase to anyone.

Her belly and the side were covered in bandages, already changed countless times, it seemed.

The nurse started to pull them of, slowly and carefully. Still, she couldn't prevent the glue from also pulling on the lady's skin additionally though. Her face made some unpleasant expressions, but the young woman kept quiet, as the female nurse was looking at her somewhat apologetic.

Afterwards, her belly was generously bathes in desinfectant. Fortunately, today desinfecting a wound doesn't feel like pouring a bottle of whiskey on open flesh anymore, so all she felt was some cool liquid covering her belly, running down her sides. Gloved hands wiped her sides, she felt like a toddler again.

The nurse unpacked a disposible scalpel and was handing over the opened package, without touching the tool. Her other gloved hand was putting the tray next to the ladys side and a paper kidney dish right next to it.

The lady's eyes were closed, when the doctor went by her business. Carefully taking the knot of every suture and setting the sharple blade in place, while she talked her patient through the necessary steps.

She was careful and consciously started with the other sutures, where the skin had clearly grown together. Those were easy to remove, but there were more to the middle of each wound, that wouldn't be. Even though, it was a standard procedure, it wasn't always as easy and painless, as everybody hoped.

Little shudders jumped through the lady's body now and again. It was clear, she tried to surpress her bodys urge to flee, but she couldn't. The small nurse was sweet talking to her, while she was assisting the doc.

Those stitches in the middle of the long sewed vertical cut across her belly looked like they would put up a fight. The doctor asked the nurse to clean the still quiet fresh blood away. In the meanwhile, she put the cap back onto the scalpel and the tweezers on a paper wipe, so the end was up in the air, not touching anything.

Local anasthesia was an option, but not one, she wanted to take. Especially in the recent past two of her patience had managed to get themselves bleeding again, cause the meds made them believe everything was fine. The lady was awefully pale, when she looked up. Her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Her facial expression was neutral, after shortly derailing by the last tricky bastard, that was removed.

"You okay, hunny?" The nurse touched the young woman's shoulder briefly, and made her move her head. Her eyes were a bit glazy and it was clear, she wanted this done asap. Who wouldn't?

"Those next are going to be nasty. But I need to remove them. Even if it looks like the skin isn't grown back together, because you're still bleeding, they have no real use here anymore. If I don't remove them, they could get infected and blood poising is the last thing you need, sweatheart.

->Day24

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Medwhump May- Day 22 Alt 12

Shaking

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Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry, unconsiousness, shivering

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With her last effort, her fingers curled around the call botton and her thumb pressed it down hardly enough, before she slipped into unconsciousness.

A nurse came strolling into the room. When she saw the mess on the bed and machines going haywire, she hit her fist against the emergency button on the wall behind the bed.

While rounding the ladys bed, she yelled for more assistance. Her left hand went for the box on the wall, while she felt for a pulse against the unconsious woman's neck. It was there and it was steady. She put on the blue latex gloves and gently lifted thed lady's head out of the puddle of liquidy vomit. Her face was covered in it too, there was something against or even in her nasal cannula. The blond nurse just pulled the tube from under her nose, while positioning her dangling head on the cushion.

The half opened door was push further, so it bumped into the wall. 2 more nurses, one male, one female and a lady doctor on sight all of a sudden.

The doctor pulled the stethoscope from her neck and got the teinted hospital gown out of the way. The lady stired that exact moment, she was coming around. Her eyes fluttered, but instead of opening them, her body began to shiver. Slight moans left her bloodless, wet lips. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, hands and feet were trembing violently. All hands were on her body instandly. The female doctor was trying to talk to her patient, but the lady was way too out of it, to even recognise, what was going on at all.

"Get me a sedative." The doctor pierced her male colleague with her eyes. It was nothing personal, just her concerns for this particular patient, that kept spiraling down more and more.

His gloved hands left the shaking body and he made 2 brisk steps towards the cupboards by the wall. A drawer flew open and a few seconds later, he filled a syringe from a glass viol, he was holding upside down. He was back another moment later and pushed the plunger of said syringe, emptying the contense into the little thrembling lady's IV line.

The shaking slowed down almost on the spot. Her eyes opened for a brief moment in a visible state of shock and confusion. Then they suddenly rolled back, that only the white was seen and the fragile body fell deadly still under all their hands.

He threw the empty syringe on the floor and took a gentle, but firm hold of her shivering shoulders again.

The lady doctor, the stethoscope was still in her ears, hanging down in front of her chest, lifted the chestpiece and took a listen to her heart and lungs.

The first nurse disconnected the cannula from the wall and exchanges it with a new one, which she hung at a hook on the wall for now. The old flexible hose went into the trash bin.

The male nurse got a wet cloth and was already wiping the lady's vomit covered face.

The female doctor instructed the second female nurse to administer more medication. The woman's vitals were stable, her breathing swallow, but her o2 stats didn't drop to a critical level.

The doctor and the first nurse rolled the unconscious naked body to the side, while the other two exchange the bedsheets, pillow case and cover of the blanket.

The lady was rolled back onto clean sheets and put into a new hospitalgown.

The new nasal cannula set in place under her nose and sneaked around her ears. She was even paler than before, but she was stable and sedated for the time being

->Day23

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Medwhump May- Day 21

Nausea

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Tw: veeery pictured discription of puking (I may have disgusted myself a bit, so be aware)

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Something felt off, all of a sudden. She had dosed off, after nurse Eve had left. The comforting feeling of having something mildly warm in her empty stomach lolled her asleep.

She woke with a start. The little shock, that ran through her, let the pain in her chest flame up. A painful groan and she sank back a bit deeper into her cushion. Arms and legs just as heavy as the very first time she woke up and could actually remember it. Her whole body was filled with lead. Maybe, she was one of those mutants like Wolverine, her skeleton reinforced with steel and her healing powers were just sapped from her. Her stomach rumble, loudly, painfully. Something was definitely off.

The soothing feeling in her stomach was merely a memory of the past. Now it felt... wrong.

Agonisingly slowly, she forces her eyes to open. The world was spinning, she felt dizzy. Highly dizzy to be precise.

It was dark outside and only dimly lit inside. Since, she was recovering, she had the pleasantries of a room with an actual window and a real view of grey skyscrapers in the distance. But she couldn't see any of it now. Not, that she wanted to, anyway. She just wanted the world to slow down and stop running in circles around her.

Another painful moan slipped out, as she pressed her eyes close. It was not really a headche, more like a pounding, a little dwarf, was producing by splitting her skull open with his axe.

She lay halfway and really uncomfortable on her right side. It was hurtful, but her body dictated her position, already knowing, what was about to come, while her brain didn't understand a thing, when her jaw clenched.

The muscles in her neck stiffened and her gullet jerked. The uprising was short, painful and disgusting. Unconsiously she had managed to turn so far to the side, that the danger of suffocating was quiet small. Nevertheless, a tiny stream of broth, mixed my stomach acid and spit burst out of her, soaking the sheet and only part of it made it over the edge of the bed. It was so watery, that remains dripped from the bedframe, when her stomach revolted again. She tried to get some air in, but it felt, like her hurting chest wouldn't let her. Or maybe, she wasn't trying hard enough, because it hurt so, so much. Nothing more than a whimper happened.

Her ribs protested more. Beside the pain in her stomach, her chest felt, like she was laying on a nailboard. Another desperate whimper was interrupted by an agonising cough, that let her see stars.

Too exhausted to care, her head sank down and her cheek touched the disturbingly warm fluids, that just came out of her intestens. The nasal cannula pinched in her nose and pulled at her right ear. But exhausting and pain were fighting to get the upper hand, she couldn't change that right now.

She knew, she needed to do something, but she didn't know what it was. The feeling, that death would be a relief right now, was bumping around in her head light a flickering light.

Her subconsciousness told her to open her eyes again. 'But why? Wasn't this bad enough, already? She didn't need to see and feel the world spinning additionally.'

Nonetheless, they flew open, the moment she barfed again. The pain, her body was in, was getting worse by the minute. It felt, like she hadn't pulled in one proper breathe since...

Everything was moving, even the little puddle she was laying in. As did the wire right in front of her eyes. Breathing was getting even harder. She pressed her lids close again. Her brain wasn't following. Her insticts took charge and her right hand, she was laying partly on, was fumbling around on the bedding. Her vision was shrinking. Funny effect, cause her eyes were actually close. 'How did she know?'

Her stomach flipped again, but as the last times, nothing was really coming up. There was literally nothing in there. The convulsions of her muscles strained the sutures on her chest and belly. The sob, developed into a painful cry. Big white dots dancing before her black vision for a moment.

Her hand finally found, whatever her subconsciousness was making her look for. Her nose was wet, laying her own watery vomit, the smell was burning in her nostrales, because the nasal cannula was affect by stuff coming up too. Her pipe was burning from stomach acid and the bitter taste was so strong, it felt like more was about to come.

With her last effort, her fingers curled around the call botton and her thumb pressed it down hardly enough, before she slipped into unconsciousness.

->Day22

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Medwhump May- Day 20

Surgery recovery

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Tw: emotional whump, hospitalization, desperation, helplessness

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For the first time, since the young woman set foot into the hospital and was sedated, her future prospects were looking okay, even promissing. She was actually recovering. Her fever had gone down to a slight elevated temperature. Her breathing was getting better. Even though the necessary breathing exercises were agonying and exhausting, she was doing good in the small boundaries, her body allowed her.

Every involved nurse, that had seen her falter not too long ago, and came by her bed on one occasion or the other, was smiling to see her awake and lucid.

She was weak, exhausted and partly confused at first, but she was fighting nonetheless.

On day 6, she was strong enough to sit up a bit more and have a bite to eat. It was actually only a warm broth, but it was the first real foot entering her body. Her muscles were weak from not being used and the additional strain,all this ordeal had put on her small frame, was making it hard to bring the spoon to her lips at all.

She was still stubbornly fighting the suggestion, to just drink the broth, too overwhelmed by the nagging thought, that she was depending on the help from all these people for merely unessential everyday tasks.

After she spilled the third spoon full all over the faltaway table, without getting hardly the taste of it on her tongue, the grey haired nurse, that had seen her in so many stages, intervened. Her warm hand lay itself around the shaking fingers of her patient.

"It's okay hunny." Silent crocodile tears wear trailing down her pale cheeks. A little sob escaped her, bringing strain to her broken rips. The spoon slipped out of her hand, and the nurse took it.

She tried to curl away in an attempt to hide her shame and the cheer fact, that everything was too much. Her broken body betrayed her and all she could manage, was to roll her head to the other side and hope, that nurse Eve (that was her name), would just go away.

10 seconds could have passed, or 10 minutes, time was nothing here really, as a warm washcloth brushed over her hand. Yes, she was a damn toddler, that couldn't even eat, without spreading it everywhere.

But the touch of gentle hands was quiet okay, or she was just too exhausted to fight it off.

Slim long fingers turned her hand, as she was staring against the wall of the other side of the room.

Next, nurse Eve was wiping her face as graceful as possible, making her look at her.

"It's okay, sweaty. Everybody needs help now and again." Her voice was so gentle and caring, not judging at all. In strong contrast to her own inner voice, that was mocking her brutal and bluntly.

Those soft words from this woman, she didn't even know, made her close her eyes again, in another desperate attempt to cease her upcoming tears.

Some fumbling to her side, she was feeling nervous, tired, but some kind of calmness was there too. "Lets try this." A handwarm cup was put in her hands. She was feeding her, making her situation worse!

Eve was as respectful as possible encouriging her to do it herself.

Her hand still as a gentle reminder and help under the cup and the her own hands, as she brought the drink to her mouth.

The broth touched her tongue and started to flow down her tube. She drank in small slow gulps. Even though, it was plain broth, it tasted like heaven. Could have been a bit warmer though.

Eve smiled at her, when she put the almost empty cup, plate and spoon back on a tablett.

Her hand gave the lady's shoulder an encouraging squeeze. She blinked at her, no words needed and left silently.

->Day21

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Medwhump May- Day 19 Alt 11

Exhaustion

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Tw: aftermath of hospitalization and recovery, exhausting as predicted, hehe

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As she showed the first signs of coming around, after they finished the surgery, and took her own first breaths, she was taken off the ventilator.

Her breathing was rattled and strained, but she was pulling air in on her own. Her lungs working on their own account again, finally.

She fell unconscious, the moment, the tube was out, never realising, what actually had happened.

The unconscious body was rolled into PACU, still deeply under. She stayed still for about another 45 minutes. Her vitals started to climb, the constant drum of her heartbeat picked up a bit and her bloodpressure rose around the time, her fingers started to twitch and brush over the bedding. Her dark eyelashes were moved by her eyes slowly rolling around under closed lids in her pale face. Her forehead wrinkled, in a clear sign of discomfort. Her fever had finally broken and was coming down.

Another few minutes passed, her heartbeat was running faster now, but still some spikes breaking the rhythmical zigzag on the monitor.

A blond middle aged nurse had picked up on her rising vitals and came over. She had been informed, that the lady, that came in, young and healthy, merely 4 days ago, had just undergone an endless strain of deverstating complications. The possibility was high, that she'd panic, when waking up after yet another sedation and another operation performed on her unresponsive body. She'd most definitely be confused and dizzy, like the times before.

The nurse made sure, all iv lines were in order, bags, hang by the side of her bed filling, reassuring, that the young woman's system was still working in the range of its possibilities.

She just laid her hand on the lady's twitching one. The little shock, of how cold those weakly shaking fingers were, the nurse tried to ignore. It felt like a toddler, with too big fingers was trying to grab her hand, actually.

"You're alright, hunny." She said in a half-loud voice. Cold fingers curcled around her own, the stirring had stopped, as had the rustling of the sheets.

The pale face was making all kinds of disturbed expressions, as her closed eyeslids kept on hectically moving from side to side.

"I'm here for you, little lady." The blond nurse encouraged her again.

The patient's eyes opened just a little crack. Her nose wrinkled, despite her state, the nasal cannula, was disturbing her clearly.

Eyes were tired, confused and glazy, slowly adjusting to her surroundings.

The hand under the nurse's tried to move, but the additional weight of her's was making it impossible.

Her other arms twitched, fingers straightening agonising slowly and the unused muscles tensed. Her heartbeat was audibly hammering away, but her movements were only slow. She was confused, too exhausted to be overwhelmed by rising panic, it seemed.

The arm lifted from the bed, hand aiming for the tube under her nose and around her ears, while she pulled in swallow breths. Every movement of her chest, showed as a wrinkle, build by pain in her face.

She only managed to lift her arm about 10 inches, half way across her chest.

The nurse's other hand took a gentle hold of the arm in midair. It was shaking in her carefully grip, no real counterpressure there at all.

"You're fine, sweetheart. We'll take care of you."

Those seemed to be the reassuring words, the little lady needed. Her arm fell limp in the nurse's hand, the fingers on the bed, under her other, fell still. A relieved exhale and the exhausted female patient went under again.

->Day20

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Medwhump May- Day 18 Alt 10

Infection

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Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry, gore, sedation, surgery

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Another 2 days passed and the antibiotics finally started to take effect. Her fever was breaking, but her status increased only so slowly.

She was kept under heavy sedation and on the ventilator for the time being.

Her o2 stats finally climbed and the necessity of the chest tube was negated.

The OR was calm and professional. Her body was covered with surgical draps, the place around the chest tube left free. Everything was wiped down with iodine. The surgeon seperated a few stitches next to the end of the tube. The bag at the end of that hose was disconnected by a nearby standing nurse. She capped the end of it, and put the blood filled bag away.

"Okay. Ready." The man in charge said calmly. His assistent had his gloved hands left and right from the opened incision. The surgeon nodded at him, and he gave an understanding nod back. The tube was pulled out slowly, but steady. It left her body with a sickening moist sound and gave another distinct thud, when it hit the metal basin a nurse was already holding up.

Blood was cleaned away. "Looks good." The surgeon took at look at the beeping and blinking monitors. Her vitals had dropped slightly the moment he pulled the tube, but were stabilising again. "Lets close her up. Suture!" He held his palm up to receive the needed equipment, his blue surgical gloves covered in his patient's blood.

After the procedure was finished and the lady's skin sewed together once more, his eyes went towards her flushed face. "Next step, we're gonna drive out that nasty infection and you're going to be out of here in a jiffy, sweetheart." He smiled in her direction, her body still burning with fever and unmoving.

Seeing the stoic head surgeon moving his lips upward in an attempt to comfort anyone was a rare occasion and the nurses and the assistent exchange confused looks.

The young woman was probably only entitled to this generous offer, because she was completely unresponsive.

->Day19

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Medwhump May- Day 17

Forced to stay awake

(I may have alterted interpretation of that prompt slightly. I hope, you don't mind🤷‍♀️)

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Tw: desperation and tiredness

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The nurse was sitting on a pulled by chair, studying her patient file. Hesitently she turned the sheet stopping in midmovement, her hand sunk down, as did her head.

The warm hand gently touching her shoulder startled her. Her head jerked upwards and her hand took a strong hold of the file out of reflex. "Huh?" She breathed out.

"Amy, your shift is over for 2 hours. Don't force yourself. Go home!"

She was too tired to argue, so Amy just shook her head weakly.

"Let it go!" Her young colleague said gently.

She let her head sink again. "But... but I told her it's going to be okay. It was supposed to be just a routine surg..." A weak sob escaped her, she tried to stiffle.

"Let it go, Amy!" He said again, his hand gave her shoulder an encouraging squeeze. He moved it under her armpit and very gently pulled. Her scrubs wrinkled between his big hand and her shoulder. His other hand lay itself around her left, her hands clinging to the young woman's patient file for dear life.

Unwillingly, but too tired to protest Amy came to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her small shoulders and took her into an embrace. Her head found its way to his broad chest all by itself, her legs felt unsteady. Arms and file pressed against her back, as single silent tears left dark round marks on her colleague's blue shirt. "It's not your fault, Amy!"

A little silent sob was muted, as she pressed her wet eyes and trembling lips into the cotton of his shirt.

"Lets get you home, okay." With his free hand, he brushed over her back in a soothing gesture. It wasn't a suggestion.

A few moments past, the small tense body in his arms lost some of its tension and defeated, her head nodded against his chest.

Without another word, they pulled away from their embrace, just as much, as it needed to take the other one's hand, shoulders still connected.

He put the file back in the slide on the young lady's bed, while Amy was throwing a last desperate look at her behind his back.

Messy, sweaty hair was sticking to the lady's forehead. The pinkish flush was slowly retreating, leaving her white like the sheets. Dark brows and eyelashes seemed missplaced in her translucent face. The tube sticking out of her mouth, another part in this picture, just feeling wrong.

Her small frame, that got thinner with every day passing, covered in more white. Her chest slightly moving up and down, like a ghost had his hands in it, but it was just a machine.

Monitors writing numbers and the jumping line of her heartbeat.

A little spark of hope rushed through Amys tired body, as she realised, that the fever had gone down another degree, since she pulled that chair by.

Her lips wrinkled into the shadow of a smile, when she tilted her head against his shoulder and he wrapped his left arm around her and they strolled out in silence.

->Day18

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Medwhump May- Day 16

Coma

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Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry, fever, coma

Part 16 (all others here)

She was burning up. Additionally to the usual aftermath of her routine surgery, her struggling heart had to fight an infection. She had another long stitched-up incision from reparing her broken rips and placing the chest tube. Her chances hadn't improved one bit. Realistically, her conditions was getting worse, by the hour.

Her fever was rising and her body was depleating her last resources, just to keep her stats at minimum. In a brief, but tense meeting, the decision was made to put her into a medical induced coma and get her back on the ventilator. She was faltering and doctors and nurses could just stand and watch, as her chance of getting through this was sinking faster, than the chance of the antibiotics to start working, could climb.

So at the end of day two, the young lady, that checked in for a routine surgery, was only a lifeless sheel under white sheets, her vitals only kept up by machines and medication. Her ribs made to move by the ventilator. Different bags of fluids leaving her body, weer attached to the side of her bed, as others, to enter her body, were hang at the IV poles nearby.

The tube, that gave her a fighting chance, was slightly pulling at her lips and fixated with some medical tape. Her unmoving body was covered with a light sheet and her hands turned upwards, IV lines in both her arms. Every visible inch of her body was ghostly pale, yet flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat.

->Day17

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Medwhump May- Day 15

Warmed blankets

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Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry, fever, shivering, suffering

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They stitched her up again and slowly reduced the sedation, keeping a close eye on her, that she wouldn't panic again. Not that anyone could have prevented, but all staff was briefed and prepared.

At first her hands slightly twitched.

A silent moan came over her partly opened lips about 10 minutes later. She stirred and her eyes moved slowly under closed lids. One foot twitched and she went completely still again.

Next time a shudder went through her shoulders and another, more distinct moan, was clearly audible.

A nurse strolled to her side and checked her vitals. Another small shudder or more like a constant shiver, that took a hold of her weak frame. "You okay, hunny?" The nurse asked, putting her patient's file away.

Glazy, tired eyes fluttered open. The sheer act looked exhausting. Her head moved, disorientated and the shiver got worse. More silent moans came over her dry lips, which she tried to part. "Co..old!" She whispered with a raspy voice.

Another nurse and the attending doctor arrived. He was just pulling the stethoscope from around his neck.

"You want a warmed blanket, sweety?" The first nurse leaned down to the lady and asked in a quiet tone. Her eyes were closed again, another shiver shock her body and dislodged a whimper. Her pale face was flushed, sweat glistened on her forehead and the nurse wasn't too sure, about the offered blanket anymore. The doctor had pulled the sheets down and pressed the chestpiece of his instrument against you body.

"The hell." He barked. "What she needs, is cooling packs. She's burning up right under our noses, dammit!" He threw an angry look at his staff, what actually carried more of his own frustration about the pour state of his patient, than any blame for his colleagues.

->Day16

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Thank yoooooou so much!!!🤗

Yet, I'm not sure, if I'll make it to the end medwhump may, what really frustrates me.

But unfortunately, I'm currantly fighting my own battle with the aftermath of the surgery, all the blood, pain and decreasing appetit from the meds. Bad combination with being a weak heap on crutches already, but best first hand experience to write about, hehe. Some time later, though. Head won't really cooperate either, so we'll see.

Thank you for sticking around and for all your likes!🥰

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Hi guys.

Nothing new from me today, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna get surgery in a few hours and I really don't like being the protagonist instead of the writer.

Hopefully, be back in a jiffy. It's only a routine surgery. So, what could go wrong, right? 🤷‍♀️🤣

I believe, this is the point and reason I started to write about a year ago.

Not that satisfying

For now, thank you for all your likes, reblogs and time, you willingly spend reading my stuff. See you on the other side.🙋‍♀️

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Medwhump May- Day 14 Alt 6

Self-inflicted

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Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry, gore, unconsiousness

Part 14 (all others here)

She fell into a medically induced unconsciousness, finally going still. The young male nurse, his attempts to calm her futile, let out an audible exhale, when the franctic beeping of her heart turned into a slower drum. The sound came from his core, deeply feeling for the frightened young lady, and that she could finally rest after her violent confused struggle.

Carefully he let go of the mask over her mouth and nose, his hand had held there for as long as it took her to pass out. She was breathing strained, but more evenly. Every breath fogging the mask.

His other hand had gone, from gently cupping her jaw to pull the mask in place, to her head and was laying there, giving a soothing brush with his big palm over her hair, while his thumb was running slow circles against her forehead. One last time he whispered to her, even though knowing, she couldn't hear him anymore. "We got you!"

His most important task had been trying to calm her down, so he hadn't seen much more than the staff rushing around in the peripherey of his vision. He had only really seen the tears in her frightened eyes, the pain and confusing battling in her pale face and the frantic breaths, that made her trembling lips move. When he finally leaned back from his position the extend of her struggle was shown as dark red smears all over her torso.

A middle aged doctor and 2 nurse were attending her freshly opened wounds. The chest tube was merely a red stained hose vanishing inside a puddle of gore. The long incision leading to it, was ripped partly open. Her belly was covered in blood, it had already flown down your sides and was staining the sheets.

"Bloody hell." The male nurse just pressed out, his eyes unconsciously darting back to her expressionless pale face and then to the man in charge.

The doctor looked up for a moment, his bloody gloves, tools and suture in hand, risen from her bruised, bloody form, waiting that the nurse to his right wiped enough gore away, so he could see.

"Yeah, no shit!" He answered frustrated.

->Day15

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Medwhump May- Day 13

"You've been very sick."

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Tw: absolutely no medical accuracy, sorry, recovery, panic attack, sedative

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Her foot twitched, or more her whole leg was slightly jolted by an electric impuls discharging. It send a spike of pain through her belly and dislodge a tiny desperate sob, she never knew, she made.

Her body started to stir, before her mind did and yet both were still so heavy.

Different muscles were moving, not really moving, little tension was building and vanishing. She had no real active part. It was more like her body needed to rearrange itself after not moving for... a while.

Her mind was still in a syrupy thick stupor, but after some time, she managed to ball her hands into weak half opened fists and stretch them again.

It felt like the only thing possible.

As she tried to do the same with her toes, the marginal movement of her legs let another jolt of pain run through her tummy. She moaned in pain. This time, she was sure it was herself producing that desperate sound.

The urge to crawl in on herself, like stomach pain usually made her do, was interruped by more pain, when she unconsciously tried to pull her heavy unmoving legs in.

This time an actual cry made her windpipe vibrate, which let the pain in her throat enflame again.

Not even able to open her eyes against the strain and heaviness, she could still feel tears being pressed out due to the pain she was in.

She realised, despite the agony, she was in, she felt hot and cold alike. Her body just a pile of pain and discomfort.

This beeping was there again, she didn't know, where she had heard it before, but it was annoying her already and it was getting louder, it seemed.

Breathing was hard. Had it been the whole time? She didn't knew. Honestly, she was just learning, that she actual was. And that she was apparently more, then the pain, that ripped through her body again. This time it was a silent whimper coming over her lips.

Really, she only wanted to go back to sleep, or where ever the hell, she just came from to end up right here, in this cruel, painful reality. All of this, was just exhausting and it felt like the last of her thin resources were sapped from her, just by existing in this very moment.

Something was hammering in her ears, almost the same rhythm like this annoying beep right there by her head. The air, that was coming and going, put up a real fight. It seemed, getting it in, was just as hard as getting it out of her body again.

Something warm on her shoulder. Not uncomfortable, but still overwhelming the first moment it appeared. "...alm down, Miss! ...lright"

What? Someone was talking! Someone was talking to her. As if she hadn't enough on her plate right now. "...n y...open...eyes for me, ..lease?"

The voice was soothing though and it sounded like she maybe should try, even if it was just to tell them, that she needed some more rest. But, talking didn't seem to be a realistic thing right now.

She prayed her eyes open slowly, feeling the remains of her tears. Her vision was blurry. Everything was much too bright.

"That's my girl." Someone smiled. Not that, she could actually see a smile, but she surely could hear it in his voice. "Everything's alright. Just calm down a bit, okay. Can you do that for me, Miss?"

Words were more clear now, even though, she didn't really get their meaning. Why should she calm down? Her eyes sluggishly trailed around the room. So much white. Oh! Hospital! She couldn't remember going to a hospital, but she really didn't like being in a hospital. Really really not!

Oh, 'that's what he ment', suddenly dawned on her. Those strange sounds were her heartbeat and breathing. And the moment she realised, that she was in a damn hospital, those merely agitated reactions of her body jumped into focus and made her head for a full blown panic attack. "No, no, no, no. Lady. You're alright. I got you. Please calm down."

She couldn't and even more people appearing at her bed, staring down at her, didn't help with that.

This man had both of his hands on her shoulders now. So how would that make her calm down. She felt her own struggle, her body vilently shaking from fear, panic and pain. Spike after spike ripped through her guts. Breathing was so hard. It felt like a knife was sticking between her rips.

Foreign hands were on her, pulling the sheet away. The voice from before was calmly talking to her. "Calm down, Miss. You've been very sick, you need to calm down, please." She could see his face, but it was still or again blurry, new tears were trailing down her hot cheeks. As he kept talking to her, other voices found their way to her ears too.

"...she going to rip her stitches or the tube is going to be missplaced."

Her frightened look instinctively turned from that blurry face down her own half naked body. There was actually something sticking out of her left side and there was blood and bandages and so much pain.

Gasping for air was getting unbearable. "Look at me, Miss. Everything's going to be okay."

"...push some...she's not..." others said somewhere in the background.

The big warm hands from her shoulders disappeared. One was cupping her face gently, pulling her view away from whatever gross thing they did to her, that made her look like a human experiment.

The other hand was just taking her view, pulling something over her face. A mask. Fresh air was blown into her face. Breathing was still so exhausting, shallow puffs were all there were. "...we got you!"

The hands stayed on her face and she felt herself calming down noticably. Her body was still shaking, but her mind was slipping away.

Little did she know, that it was actually the dosage of sedative, they just pushed into her iv, that made her calm down and drift off into the soothing warm and silent blanket of unconsciousness.

->Day14

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