#“...don't you think he may still need his liver and brain?”
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I think the best part about showing my friend Pathologic 2 by letting them play the first day, was the part where you go to patch Piecework back together. They were kinda confused with how to do the operation, so I wanted to help by pointing out that you need to remove the "stuff (meaning the lockpick, but i had forgotten the word) he doesn't need anymore" from his body, like Grief said.
Well. They removed the "stuff". As in the lockpick.
And then, before I could say anything, also his liver and brain (which, to be fair, he then didn't need anymore, as correctly pointed out by Artemy). Oh well, happens to the best surgeons, lmao.
(After we we finished laughing we reloaded the last save, so Piecework didn't have to live up to his name more than he already has)
#pathologic#pathologic 2#no pieceworks were harmed in the making of this post#or at least almost no pieceworks#I'm still laughing at the absurdity of that situation#if you decide to kill him that's fine#but that was not my friends Intention#just looking over at the screen and going#“...don't you think he may still need his liver and brain?”#pathologic spoilers#pathologic 2 spoilers
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I don't think I've seen anyone consider what would happen to shadow being in a coma for 50+ years would do you his body so...
-he was in the same position all that time, so his joints are probley filled with nitrogen so when he moves it just sounds like cracking 50 glow sticks at once
-also bed sores and joint contractures
-he hasn't talked so his voice would be dry and crackly
-also, physical and speech therapy would be necessary
-his balance would be awful too so he would lean against any close surface
-most coma patience have had head injury's (like a stroke, loss of oxygen or bleed to the brain, etc.), so head aces, dizziness, and forgetfulness would be expected
-most people who are bed ridden tend to have blood clots in the legs, and issues with the kidneys, thyroids and liver
-his eyesight should also such because he didn't use them
-severe muscle/fat loss
-not to mention he had no feeding/breathing aid in this time, (I'm pretty sure at some point is said he doesn't need to eat but still) so he would be malnourished as hell
-also, the wakening up from coma stages
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Waking up from a coma
Unlike what you may have seen on TV or in a movie, people rarely suddenly wake up from a coma. It is usually a slower, gradual process.
Signs of coming out of a coma
For most people, there are four stages to a coma, and there is no way of knowing how long anyone will be in any stage. Stage I is the coma itself. This is followed by:
Stage II: In this stage, the person may start responding to some commands, such as to open their eyes. They may react to sound, like your voice or a door opening and closing. If they have pain, such as when someone gives and injection or takes blood, their arm may flinch or they may try to pull away.
Stage III: This stage is when the person is more awake but is confused and may be agitated. You may see a personality change. A normally sweet, quiet person may start to yell or swear and try to hit out. If the person becomes a danger to themselves (hitting out could cause them to hit their bedrail or pull out IVs or other tubes), the staff may have to put soft restraints on their wrists.
Stage IV: This last stage is when the person is completely awake and can do simple routine things, such as sitting up and eating. However, if the recovery is only partial, they may have difficulty performing these tasks.
#memory loss and personality changes are common so angsty flash backs or seeing security footage of shadow pre-coma would be fun.#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanfiction#writing prompt#angst#drabble
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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.
Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.
Lobsters taste with their feet.
Music helps keep your memories alive.
Intelligent men tend to be more faithful.
Ecstasy was patented in 1913 as a diet pill.
Cuddling before bed helps the brain to relax.
The average person swears 80-90 times a day.
Chubby girls in Japan are called 'marshmallows'.
A day in the life of a dinosaur was 23 hours long.
Some people will ignore you until they need you.
The left side of the face is slightly more expressive.
The phrase “I don’t give a f*ck” originated in the 1790s.
If you travel across Russia, you will cross seven time zones.
The poorest Americans are still richer than 80% of the world.
Casanova’s euphemism for condoms was ‘English riding coats’.
Sleep makes you more creative and makes your memories stronger.
Jackie Chan's mother was an opium smuggler and his father was a spy.
A study found that chocolate milk performs better than energy drinks.
Just because someone doesn’t react, it doesn’t mean they don’t notice.
Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.
Eating bananas is a natural aid to reduce the effects of stress and anxiety.
Nearly 60% of terrorists graduated school with degrees in engineering.
The Samaritans set up a helpline to help fans deal with the breakup of Take That.
There are more phone calls placed on Mother's Day than any other day of the year.
‘V’ is the only letter that can’t be used to make an acceptable two-letter word in Scrabble.
Your body is the weakest during 3.00 a.m. – 4 a.m. This is the time most people die in their sleep.
According to research, siblings may be more influential shapers of who we become than parents.
In Europe, countries led by queens have been more likely to go to war than countries led by kings.
Muphry’s Law is when you make a spelling or grammar mistake while trying to correct someone else's.
Research shows that some people may delay their deaths if it means their family pays less inheritance tax.
The unhappiest people in this world tend to be the people who care the most about what everyone else thinks.
Don't marry/get in a serious relationship with someone unless you'd be proud to have a child exactly like them.
Psychology says, friendship is not about who you spend the most time with, it’s about who you have the best time with.
Studies have shown that the average person believes he or she will live a longer and healthier life than the average person.
There's a cafe located in France which charges €7 a coffee to rude customers and €1.40 to people who talk politely to staff.
Studies have found that one of the most crucial factors in a relationship is how you celebrate your partner's good news.
In 1850, a cult gave 600 acres in Pennsylvania to God. It was later repossessed by the state because God did not pay his taxes.
According to a study, people don't listen to the smartest person in the room, they listen to whoever acts as if they know what's right.
Your height is generally determined by your father. Intelligence, emotional strength and body shape are determined by the mother.
Broccoli, cabbage, and Brussel sprouts all contain a little bit of cyanide. Eating them primes your liver to deal better with other poisons.
According to psychologists, exposure to nature allows us to remember and value important things like relationships, sharing and community.
There is a horse that is born black but turns white as it ages. The Lipizzan can be found in European countries such as Austria, Croatia, Hungary, and Slovenia.
Death rates drop during economic downturns. People drive less and get into fewer accidents, leading to cleaner air. People also have less money to spend on cigarettes and alcohol.
According to a recent Russian law, it’s only ‘champagne’ if it is produced in Russia. Otherwise, and even if it comes from the Champagne region of France, it’s just ‘sparkling wine’.
In 1871, lawyer Clement Vallandigham was defending a client accused of murder. In demonstrating how the victim might have accidentally shot himself, he accidentally shot himself. He died. His client was acquitted.
Before calling his 1929 novel ‘A Farewell to Arms��, Ernest Hemingway considered such alternatives as ‘Carnal Education’, ‘Death Once Dead’ and ‘I Have Committed Fornication But That Was in Another Country And Besides The Wench Is Dead’.
After Harry Secombe sang at Peter Sellers’s funeral in 1980, Spike Milligan said, “I hope you die before me because I don't want you singing at my funeral.” Secombe died in 2001, but a recording of his singing was played at Milligan’s memorial in 2002.
Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.
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Ok. The last 2.5 years especially have been really uncertain and scary for me. My two bestest friends have been constant support through all of it and make me feel safe and secure in ways you wouldn't think possible considering I've spent all but 5 months of the past 2.5 years actively dying, all while ending a damn near 20 year marriage, becoming a single mother of 4, and facing pretty extreme poverty. Despite it all, Coffee and Scissors help me feel like i can survive and get past anything. No mountain too high. So like that's the context.
As of 2022 we three are committed to doing our damndest to meet up once a year and be face to face besties. 2022 was my house, we had a very small just us and my immediate family party celebrating 1 year of remission from cancer. 2023, this past May, was Boston. Scissors' place. Coffee couldn't join us, sadly, as she'd recently had brain surgery due to her own cancer. Scissors and i missed her but we got to bond the two of us and it was nice. Scissors is quiet. So you don't always realize how much he appreciates you. But it's easier to see it in person. It's there. It's actually kind of obvious.
Anyway. The memory.
My first morning waking up in his apartment, i was in his bed (dying privileges) and he'd taken the sofa. He's some sort of raise at dawn monstrosity. I did my best to be up by 10 every day. Look. I tried. Any way, at some point earlier than i would have normally preferred i was woken by the sound of teenagers outside the open window not being like rudely loud. Just being teenagers. And i started to drift back to sleep. Except. I could just barely hear the sound of Sciss quietly singing to his music in the kitchen and the very steady chop chop chop of veggies. He was making curry. It needed to sit in the crockpot all day. Now i was mostly asleep so like my brain was barely functioning, and no other sense was working. But every now and then my brain would drift close enough to the surface that i could hear the teenagers outside intermixed with just the warmth of one of my favorite people on earth singing and making us food to share which. In all the drama that is my life since November 2020, is just strengthening the foundation of feeling loved and safe.
When I'm waking up from a PTSD nightmare or in the hospital getting IV antibiotics for 3 days due to yet another liver infection, it's a memory i can pull up that helps ground me.
And it's 100% sound based.
I have another.
This one involves the three of us besties singing along to oldies while Scissors baked me a cake and Coffee made dinner for my fuck cancer day party. Only, I was awake for that one. So there are visuals to that memory. But same feelings of warmth, safety, and love. Same theme even.
While i have higher standards on who i let myself love now that I've kicked my ex out, I'm still pretty easy to please. Sing with me. Cook with/for me. Little bits of platonic affection are great. I'm committed to staying single and celibate but still get touch starved. Just spend time with me. Spend time with me. Spend time with me. Dedicate time and effort to making me happy. In return I'll sing with you. Cook for/with you. Hold your hand. Spend time with you. Spend time with you. Spend time with you. And dedicate time and effort to making you happy. My ex wouldn't do most of this. My besties? Well. We're well matched.
And I'm looking forward to years of singing along to music during kitchen time with my besties peppered all through my future.
Anyway. The first one when i was mostly asleep but could hear is what i mean by a 100% sound based memory. One that sparks joy.
Ok. We're getting sentimental tonight. What's your favorite 100% sound based memory?
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“Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.” - Mitch Albom
On a Wednesday morning, you leave your doctor's office with the diagnosis of an inoperable brain tumour and the knowledge of an estimated four months left to live.
Suddenly left without any direction in your life, you find yourself in a support group for the terminally ill. Where you expected to find sadness, melancholy and a looming sense of dread at thought of a fast approaching death - all the same feelings you harbour - you find smiles and laughter instead.
You're drawn in by the people you meet there, curious and confused by their carefree attitudes. They're kind to you, they take you in, they turn your frown upside down - literally and figuratively. And just when you think you might be beginning to accept your fate; they decide to throw all caution to the wind and whisk you away on the adventure of a lifetime.
You don't know what will come of the next four months but with your new friends at your side, you're excited to find out. After all, this is the only life you've been given, and though it may be ending soon; you might as well live it to the fullest.
More Than Me is a story about love, friendship, found family and acceptance. It will deal with heavy topics such as death and illness, and may be uncomfortable for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.
Demo: Chapter One, Part Two • Character Descriptions
Customise the main character in appearance, gender and personality
Meet and befriend a cast of characters, four of which you'll be able to pursue a romance with
Experience a new world as you road trip cross country with your new friends
Live your live to the fullest while you still can
Adelaide Scholz - 29 • F • RO
A bit rough around the edges, Adelaide is a personality that takes some getting used to. Sharp tongued, self deprecating and blunt as baseball bat, Adelaide always has something to say - most times at the annoyance of others. But a stage 4 lung cancer patient such as herself doesn't have the time nor patience to care what anyone thinks of her. With her leather jacket and a carton of cigarettes in her back pocket, doomed to forever be unlit, she's ready to see the sights and if need be, kick some ass. She'll try, at least.
Hayden Della Rocca - 31 • F/M • RO
Hayden is probably the happiest person you'll ever meet, despite their failing heart. Diagnosed with cardiomyopathy just shy of graduating university, they've been on the transplant waitlist ever since but they haven't let that stop them. Having been cooped up in their studio working as a freelance artist, they're now ready to take on the world, pacemaker and all; and heaven help you if you try slow them down.
Gabriel Torres - 30 • M • RO
There's not much to say about Gabriel, mostly because no one knows anything about him besides his chronic liver failure. He's silent and mysterious but he's always happy to spare a smile if he catches you staring. Though preferring to keep to himself, he's more than willing to share his secrets as long as you're willing to listen.
Jordan Michaels - 32 • F/M/NB • Non-RO
Your support group's therapist, somewhat unwillingly dragged along on your adventure. Very straight-laced and a stickler for rules, Jordan fears the worst the second they agree to join you. Now the designated driver and parent of the group, Jordan tries their hardest to keep everyone in line. But despite their initial reluctance, they'll learn to let loose and finally have fun; so long as everyone takes their meds.
Mavis/Maverick Chen - 31 • F/M • RO
A quirky and eccentric bartender you meet on your journey. Longing for a change of scenery, they jump at the offer to join you. Beyond their eccentricities - somehow both charming and strange - they fit in surprisingly well among your group, bringing new life to the party; pun intended. They help open your eyes to new experiences and hey, if all else fails, they can at least make you a mean drink.
Kade Weston - 22 • M • Non-RO
After being in remission for almost four years, Kade is forced to step back from medical school when his leukemia relapses and hits him hard. Unwilling to endure chemo for the second time, he is all too happy to pack his bags and hit the road. It’s clear he’s running from his problems, in spite of all Jordan’s hardwork, but maybe this trip is exactly what he needs. But whether he finds acceptance or continues running to the very end, he knows all of you will stand by his side.
Margaret Evans - 84 • F • Non-RO
A sweet old lady who’s always willing to lend an ear, share a story or offer one of the many caramel sweets she keeps in her purse. You’re shocked to discover the secret wild side she keeps beneath those wool cardigans and breast cancer diagnosis. She’s the ultimate wing woman and, though you hate to admit it, a better dancer than all of you combined.
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I Got Tea Spilled On Me (TL;DR) ft. Kev, X, AND ME ON SOME BULLSHIT and People Who Know Things
DISCLAIMER: this entire post was drafted on at least two different dates and IT IS A WHOLE MESS OF OPIATES and so dates, times, even events are probably mixed up like an overshaken martini. I apologize. LET'S READ MY HORRIBLE BRAIN NOW: I got tea spilled on me and I was not gonna mention it. See, confidentiality is a thing, as is privacy, and I have been in the midst of cancer-y type major surgery and on SUPER DRUGS so I felt it unwise. Believe me when I say I was unwise to the tune of many purchased items, so I hadda keep my trap shut. (I may still be on drugs at the time of this writing I didn't expect so many drugs. Be patient with me plskthx) KEVIN CAME TO SEE ME Y'ALL! Bitch flew over here and took a couple days to come give me ALL THE HUGS and ALL THE KISSES and can I just say that he is quite frankly super-ass annoying when he's being Gay Oppa. We think Jungkook has a hyung kink? NO THIS GUY OMG SO MUCH TESTOSTERONE STOPPP ANYWAY
We have decided "Jiminesque" is my new favorite adjective. BUT YOU DON'T CARE YOU ARE HERE FOR TEA AND I'MMA GIVE YOU SOME I WROTE THE FOLLOWING A FEW WEEKS AGO LET ME LIVE:
So okay. We know there was a recent Hobi JITB party but what you did not know was X was there and Knows Things and so I was like "give me all the gossip" and he was drunkish and feeling kindly so. Here's what I HEARD but this is a no sources no receipts household WRITE THAT DOWN AND REMEMBER IT
Also I am currently high as shit on legal drugs because doctors be doctoring and then I'll be high for like a week in a few days because ya girl is coming home from the hospital with a morphine pump PRAY FOR ME ANYWAY it went like this:
Jungkook was fairly drunk. I mean this goes without saying, everyone was drunk, some of y'all have seen the guy who was literally pouring what might have been decent bourbon down his own throat straight from the bar, you do the math. But Koo was having a Good Time. Jimin drank more but got less hammered. I feel like it usually goes down like that, Jimin seems to have a shark's liver or something. He got the good booze gene and JeiKei got the gene for holy water sweat.
Please remember that in Korea, this is not unusual or even undesirable behavior. It's just how they do things, there. Unclench, if need be. Drop the pearls, Mildred, it's fine.
Everyone had fun except Yoongi who wasn't there obviously.
The Jeon-Parks did arrive together, although they entered the party slightly seperately. It's hard to explain but I guess everyone got styled at work at the same time but didn't all go into the room at the same time? Anyway, once they were in the same room it was all bets off and they stayed in each other's orbit, Satellite Jeon in full effect. X called it "business manners but also not entirely business", whatever the hell that means.
As nearly as I can tell, that means that they tried to stay in their own space and, um, failed. I feel like this is probably true based on the pics I saw. But what about that bit in the corner though, I asked, and I was told
That it was definitely a bit of an intimate moment but it was totally not the only one. It just happened to be caught on camera and SO DID SOME OTHER MOMENTS WE HAVEN'T SEEN YET. Because let's be honest, cameras everywhere. But this one: Jungkook walked up as Jimin was talking and working on about his severalth glass of champagne and Koo just not even bothered slid his hand right where it goes, I guess, onto Jimin's waist and leaned in to talk to his man like it wasn't a thing. And nobody in the room blinked BECAUSE THIS IS NORMAL.
So I go, SO "you're telling me that the Jeon Parks are not exactly hiding things anymore" and X GOES LIKE THIS
"THEY DON'T NEED TO HIDE AROUND THEIR FRIENDS, SILLY" and "literally most of the guest list already knows this, it's not like a super secret in the industry, DUH"
Well FINE just tell me what we already knew then Xie DAMN So I go 'but Eunwoo" and X just shut my ass DOWN.
"This is normal skinship, GOD YOU PEOPLE" the bitch you peopled me and that is mean. Kevin told me to "stop being so white jagi-ah" LIKE HOW but FINE it's all good, we talk like this to each other.
THEY HAD ARSON CANDLES KIDS. ARSON. CANDLES. So I asked about the Taekook vibe and, like, there were a few friendly moments at the party:
But beyond what one could possibly rudely refer to as *choke* fanservice for the cameras, there was very little maknae line interaction on the evening in question. Now the way X put it (he didn't say fanservice that was all me) it sounded kinda sus and I said as much. And it's... Apparently, kids, Taehyung has a (GASP) girlfriend?? FOR REAL. And she's famous (but not at the party tho) and she has been the subject of rumors as recently as May. And it is, also a total rumor, fairly serious. So between that and the reported data that Tae has been a little bit of a little shit where the Jeon-Park household is concerned, there was a touch of freeze happening at this party. Which was noticeable because usually Jimin and Tae are pretty tight regardless, but not on this night. I have no receipts for this -- it could be bullshit -- but the way X was talking I think it's worth watching anyway. MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT IDK IDK I'M NOT POSTING THIS ANYWAY I AM NOT A TAE ANTI I LOVE HIM I WANT HIS SURPRISINGLY HETERO ASS TO BE HAPPY LET HIM LIVE HAPPILY AND GET OFF MY DICK OKAY (Psst look at the girlfriend):
I'm not the first person to mention it, either. They've apparently been a thing since before the LA concerts is all I'm saying.
ANYWAY WHERE WAS I So Jimin and Jungkook were hanging out with their friends, and holding hands in corners and kinda being boyfies but they got noticed a bit and told to CHILL BRO so they chill bro'd. X says they had a pretty good time even with the orbiting and it was a really good party. Jimin was VERY popular. Lots of selfies with the hoi polloi.
SO I GO "But but but what about Hobi? IT WAS HIS DAMN PARTY. AND WHO THE HELL IS IRENE KIM ANYWAY"
"Oh Irene's great, they're besties, they hang out" SO I GO "You sure that's all it is because your girl looks happy" and he goes "They're honestly just buds. She's like his you if Hobi was a bisexual Kev" and, well, okay. That makes perfect sense to me. WAIT. BACK UP. SAY AGAIN. HOBI'S OPENLY BISEXUAL? "Hobi's always been bisexual, jeezus. Calm down, this is not exactly new information," says Man With Apparently Normal Information I Do Not Have Access To On A Usual Day. Like we all been knew I guess but I don't know how to function with an actual man on the inside. SHUT UP I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. THAT'S IT I AM DONE I CAN'T BE HERE ANYMORE. I'll see y'all when I'm actually allowed to speak on things.
#too many tags#x is his own thing now#he knows too much i can't even talk around him anymore#it's not safe#you don't know him#i ain't even tagging this
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I ALMOST DO PART 7
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Part 7
Jason's pov
I look at the clock on the waiting room wall, it's been three hours since I brought y/n's lifeless body into the emergency entrance. Three hours filled with worry, pacing, anger, sadness, you name it. Chuck still hadn't showed up and I tried calling him several times but it went straight to his voice mail. He must still be at the police station. I paced around the waiting room several more times until I heard "family for y/n y/n?"
I turned and saw a doctor in scrubs holding a clip board, I rushed towards him. "How is she? Is she okay?"
"Come, let's talk in a more private area." He motioned behind him, I followed him into a small area with two chairs. My heart was beating out of my chest, thoughts of the worst thing possible going through my mind. He sat down in front of me, set his clipboard down and sighed. "Ms. Y/n sustained alot of damage to her liver and spleen. There were several lacerations that needed surgery to repair. She has four broken ribs, her ankle will also need surgery to repair but that will have to happen after she's more stable. The one thing that concerns me is the swelling in her brain."
I balled my fists up and held them against my eyes fighting back the tears. "What does that mean?"
"Well, the swelling can cause a number of things. Seizures, brain damage, and in the worst case death. We have given her medicine to stop the swelling and she has to have a couple of units of blood. She is on a ventilator to keep her body from working so hard to breathe for her."
"Is she going to die?" I didnt want to ask but I had to know. I had to at least try to prepare for it.
He sighed and shook his head, "right now, If the swelling goes down in her brain then I think she will be okay. It's waiting game right now to see if her body responds to the medication."
I nod at him, my mouth so dry that I hardly could form words. "Can I see her?"
He nodded, "of course but just know she may or may not be able to hear you. She's in ICU, so only one visitor at a time just in case she has other family coming."
"It's just me." My voice was unrecognizable to myself.
My body was on robot mode as I stood and followed the doctor to the ICU, he stopped in front of a sliding glass door that was open but a curtain was halfway pulled. "A nurse will come by shortly to check on her."
I nodded but hesitated on walking past the curtain. When I finally did I wasn't prepared for the sight in front of me. I slowly made my way to her bedside, "Jesus y/n." A large tube protruded from her mouth that was attached to the breathing machine, a small one ran from her nose I don't know what for. She had multiple IV lines in both arms. Her eyes were swelled shut, her lip had stitches in it dried blood was also on the side of her mouth. Every exposed inch of her skin that I could see was bruised and had cuts or scrapes on it.
I pulled a chair right up beside her bed, I interlocked my fingers with hers and her hand was cold. The moment I touched her the dam inside me burst. Resting my forehead on her bed beside her arm I cried, hard. For the first time maybe in my whole life I sobbed, my entire body shaking as the wails spewed from my lips. If I had never broke her heart so many years ago, if I hadn't have lied, if I hadn't have been afraid of the future, this wouldn't have happened.
After what ever time had passed because I had no idea, I lifted my head to look at her lifeless body. "I'm, so fuckin sorry. This...this is all m-my fault." She never moved, never flinched at my words. "God damn it, if I wasn't such a coward you would've been safe. We would've been married, maybe have even had children by now. But I lied to you, and I'm so fuckin sorry. I don't know if you can hear me so I won't explain everything now but when you wake up, and you will wake up. I'll tell you everything. I will make this right." I kissed the back of her hand letting my lips linger for several seconds before whispering, "I love you, I never stopped and I'm not leaving your side ever again."
The slow hum and beeping of the machines kept me sane, I knew she was alive as long as they were still beeping and humming. A nurse walked in and began to check the tubes and lines connected to y/n, "There's a gentleman here to see her."
I was on high alert now, "who is it?"
"I don't know, I was just informed before I came in here that she had a visitor." She walked to the curtain, "ill send him in, then you'll have to leave."
I wasn't about to leave her side, if that son of a bitch had the nerve to show up here it would be a huge mistake. The curtain pulled back and I relaxed when Chuck came through. His face went pale and tears stood in his eyes. "My god." He whispered as he made his way slowly to stand beside me.
"I know. It's so hard to see her like this." I whispered back.
"I didn't know it was this bad." His eyes never left her face. I offered for him to sit but he refused. "I'm not staying long. The cops are gonna be watching the garage and their house in the city. They wanna talk to y/n to, if she wakes up."
"When." I corrected through gritted teeth, "when she wakes up."
"Son, we have to prepare...."
I shook his hand from my shoulder, "no, no we don't. Shes gonna wake up, she will. I gave up on her once, I'm not gonna make that mistake again." Chuck sighed beside me but said nothing, "it's my fault you know. All this is my fault."
"How in the hell is this your fault jason?" Chuck never used my real name unless he was serious. He always called me boy or son, my words hit a nerve I guess.
"I should've seen this coming. When we were talking in the office today, that bastard walked in and...the look on her face. Even when she was cleaning up her arm in the bathroom, I saw it in her eyes but I didn't put two and two together until they drove off."
Chuck shook his head, "you can't blame yourself for that. You didn't know."
"But that's the thing, I knew something wasn't right but I let her go anyways. I know her, better than anyone and I let her down again. It was right there in front of my face and I ignored it."
"Look son, just because you saw the signs but didn't put the pieces together, doesn't mean its your fault. Hell, if anyone is to blame its me. I knew he used to do this to her and I didn't say anything or put it together either."
His words sent fire through my veins, "he's done this to her before?"
He nodded, "I don't know to what extent but her dad used to say he hit her when he was drinking."
"Why am I just hearing about this now?"
He shrugged, "I made a promise to not mention it."
The nurse walked back in, "I'm sorry only one at a time is allowed back here."
Chuck smiled warmly at the young woman, "it's alright darlin, I'm leaving." He looked me in the eyes, "call me if anything changes."
I nodded, "same to you."
He walked to y/n's bedside and placed and gentle kiss on her forehead, "see ya kiddo." Then with that he left, leaving me to my thoughts and rage. The same nurse came back in a few minutes later, "visiting hours are over."
"I'm not.leaving her." I state matter of factly.
"Sir, it's protocol that visiting hours end at..."
"I don't care what the protocols are, I'm not leaving." I glare at the nurse.
She breathes deep, "I will have no choice but to call security."
I don't need this shit, "please, I let her down once. I promised her I wouldnt leave her. Don't make me break that promise again."
She seemed like a nice girl, she thought about my words for a couple of seconds and made her way into the room to check the monitors. "My shift ends at eight in the morning, I can't promise you the next nurse will be generous."
"Thank you." I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I would at least be able to stay until eight. After that I would have to come up with a new plan to convince the next nurse to let me stay.
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Desperate Measures
A Richard Firewood Fic.
Authors Note: Richards.... First time. Every murder story starts from somewhere.
This couldn’t be good, not by how the black haired man was gripping his once perfect styled hair in his hands, bags under his eyes that made him look almost sick.
The bills upon bills notes on the big dark mahogony desk were the main reason for Richards current mood; lack of sleep, drinking and the full ashtray were obviously visible.
Ever since he recieved the letter from his grandfather about inveriting the intimidating and luxurious hotel, and of course saying 'bye, bye' to his dream of being a famous surgeon, his temper started to be on thin ice. Its been just two years since he started to lead the hotel and things have been going down ever since. The debts, the pressure; Richard was used to it, but in these two years he couldn't deny that he started to feed on the luxury: a floor at the very top of the hotel, all his, finest food and drinks, expensive clothes that costed maybe thousand upon thousand of dollars.
He basked in being rich!
Like hell, will he go back to living in a cardboard apartament and working two jobs to sustain in just paying the rent. He was done feeling like the worst. His green eyes were full of hate and rage; then just like that he got up and threw the crystal glass of whiskey right into the wall, glass shattering.
In not even 10 seconds, Martha, one of the oldest maids came in, preparing to clean up the mess, not even glancing at the huffing, red faced man.
"Master Firewood... Dinner will be served in half an hour." she annouced, finally looking at the raven haired man.
"Fuck dinner..... We have problems.... Financial problems." Richard said, through gritted teeth, trying to control his temper.
To think that when he started medical college, he was a shy and scrawny guy Who couldn’t be noticed. Now the 6'5 impossing figure with defined muscels and an attitude to match was like a volcano, maybe all these sleepless years of studing medicine, fucked up his brain.
"Leave." Richards authoritive voice boomed and Martha knew better than to try to reason with him at this point, so she left, only to come after one hour.
"Master Firewood.... There is someone that wants to talk to you." She spoke from the entry of his office and Richard only told her to let said person enter.
In came an old man, all dressed in an impecable black suit with a dark coat. He was probably in his 80 from how slowly he walked and sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the desk. He looked like he knew the place, seeming all comfortable.
"Hello Richard. Its good to finally meet you." the old man spoke, making Richard raise an eyebrow.
"And you are?" he asked, his tone all but rude. He wasn't in the mood for chit chatting.
"Oh, pardon me! I am Alfred William. A pleasure to finally meet the nephew of my deceased friend." Alfred spoke, catching Richards attention.
"You knew my grandfather?" The younger male asked.
"Yes, yes indeed! We were golf partners and got on many adventures in young times, until I settled down with my wife. He was such a workaholic and very smart.... I remember when-" But he was cut off by Richard.
"Get to the point." Alfred chuckled at Richards cold tone.
"Ahh... He told me before he died that you were straight to the point. The reason I am here its because of your problems.... Financial problems." That caught Richards attention and he was all ears.
"I may have an answer to your stack of bills." The old man motioned to all the bills on the desk.
"I am old indeed... And my wide just passed away three months ago. I feel so lonely without her. All I have are my children and nephews.....but my health isn't so bright as in the good ol' days." Alfred told Richard with a sad sigh.
"Your point?"
"I have so much money, but I don't know what to do with it. At my age money cannot bring me happiness and I would love nothing more than to enjoy my nephews as much as I can. They are so cute."
Richard was starting to lose his patience and the older man noticed.
"To put it simply I need a kidney and liver transplant. I will pay all your bills and debts. You may wonder why? Simple. I know how much your grandfather put his soul into this hotel and I would hate to see everything crumble down."
Richard was curious where this was going.
"Get me a healthy kidney and liver and we got ourself a deal." Alfred finally spoke, making Richards eyes widen.
"Like steal? You know this isn't like stealing a diamond or a purse from an old lady, old geezer." Richard said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Alfred just chuckled and stood up.
"Think about the offer." with that he left the black haired man alone in his office.
Later that day, Richard was standing outside the hotel, at the entrace, smoking a cigarette and debating over the offer.
The old man was nuts, but the offer was tempting and Richard wondered how he could do it.
'A kidney and a liver? He must be talking nonsense.' he thought and was ready to go back inside after finishing his smoke, when someone bumped into him.
"I-I am so sorry.... I am such a klutz. I should be looking where I am going." a gentle voice spoke, and green eyes meet hazel ones.
It was a young woman, no older than 25, a pink blush on her cheeks as she looked at him, excusing herself.
Richard wanted to tell her rudely to watch where she was walking, despite her polițe excuse. He just wasn't in the mood.
Then it was like something striked him.
'You know, Richy man? All the women are looking at you. I bet they will crawl over the place you walk like a God.'
That's what one of his friends from college told him one time they were out drinking.
"Wait! I should be the one apologizing." Richards deep voice spoke, making the young female stop and look at him with wide eyes.
"How about I make it up to you? I invite you for a drink. A form of saying sorry to such a beautiful girl." he spoke in a suave voice, giving her a lop sided smile.
"S-Sure... I would love to." the girl spoke in a shy voice, biting on her lower lip.
Richard smirked inside.
'Jack pot.'
Later at night, they went off for drinks at the bar of the hotel, laughing and joking, basically just talking. The girl was already tipsy and she just drunk two glasses of wine.
"Y-You are so handsome...." the girl slurred, as Richard lead her through the hallways of the hotel, then he pulled out a syringe, piercing the need le in her neck and she fell into his arms.
She indeed woke up, but she was strapped onto a metal table, imobolized and without escape. Her hazel eyes widened when she noticed Richard at the end of the surgical table, next to him another smaller one filled with medical tools.
"What are you doing? H-Help!" That's when the screaming began, but not like anyone could hear her. They were deep down into The basement of the hotel.
Richard put on a pair of nitril gloves, the girl already naked. He took a scalpel and looked at her nervously. Its been so long since he'd done this and all the practice he had done so far in medical school was on dead bodies.
"W-Why?" The girl asked and Richard wondered.
"Why? Nothing personal, darling..... I call this survival. As much as I would have loved to get you between the sheets, money makes the world go around." he spoke, looking at the scalpel and began to work.
He started by cutting up the first layer of skin, the girls screams and tears continuing to follow. Next was the muscels, pulling them carefully apart. He had to be precise or else the organs wouldn't be of any use.
After three hours of cutting, slicing and digging, he finally got the wanted organs out, putting them in special boxes to stay fresh.
He was proud of his work, the girl was still alive but pretty much dizzy and pale.
"P-Please.... God..." she was still speaking, he had to give her credit for being so strong.
"I-I hope you burn in hell..." the girl finally spoke looking deeply into The emerald eyes.
Richard snarled and without realizing he piercing the scalpel right into her left eye, then pulled out.
Oh, she screamed indeed... All bloody murder.
Then, he pushed two of his fingers in her eyesocket, digging and making her scream more.
He smirked darkly, then finally he sliced her neck, blood pouring out of her and down the metal table onto the cold concrete.
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"Ahhh... Such a good work. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Richard." the old man spoke, as two tall men clad in black, took the two boxes that contained the desired organs.
"The money has been delievered into the bank account." Alfred spoke and Richard nodded, looking down.
Before the old man could leave, he stopped.
"I have many friends and relations who would be very much interested into your.... Services." Alfred spoke in an voice that could send shivers down anyones spine, but not to Richard.
"Looking forward to it." the black haired man, spoke, a twisted smirk on his face.
"Atta' boy......Have a nice day!" Alfreds cheerfull voice spoke, saluting Richard and getting into the back limousine, taking off.
Well.... This was a start of a very promising business.
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Off to the races
Request: Yes or No
This is loosely based off an oc story. Also, since Tommy (Malachai's actor) is Venezuelan and speaks Spanish, does that mean Malachai can too? 👀
My old man is a bad man
But I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
He doesn't mind I have a L.A crass way about me
He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart
(Y/N) watched as Malachai and some of his buddies beat up a kid. He glanced at Jaime, crossing his arms. When a hot stranger offered him a ride, he didn't expect to hookup with him and later find out he was a gang leader. (Y/N) looked at Malachai when he backed up and walked over, knuckles bloody.
"Come on, baby." He said casually, grabbing his hand and holding it as he went back to his car.
Swimming pool
Glimmering darling
White bikini off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool
Bright blue ripples, you
Sitting sipping on your Black Cristal, oh yeah
(Y/N) laughed when Jaime splashed him with water. The good moments when Ghoulies acted like normal people. (Y/N) liked those moments. He looked over at Malachai who watched him intently while sipping on his drink.
"Aw, cuties." Jaime cooed, making (Y/N) splash her.
Light of my life, fire in my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire in my loins
Gimme them gold coins
Gimme them coins
(Y/N) bit down on the lollypop, chewing when it cracked and broke. He looked up when some rolled up money was tossed on the table. Malachai motioned to it.
"They're yours." He said. (Y/N) cocked a brow.
"Why?" He asked, picking it up. Malachai shrugged.
"Because you're my boyfriend and I want to give you money." (Y/N) raised his brows. Boyfriend? That was a first. He smiled, leaning forward.
"Well thank you, boyfriend."
And I'm off to the races, cases
Of Bacardi chasers
Chasing me all over town
'Cause he knows I'm wasted,
Facing time again at Riker's Island
And I won't get out
(Y/N) huffed, feeling someone grab his arm and pulled him back. He turned around, almost tripping from how intoxicated he was. He saw Malachai's face and grinned.
"Baby!" He cooed, wrapped his arms around him. (Y/N) heard Malachai sigh.
"Come on, let's head home." (Y/N) nodded happily. He knew going out and partying without Malachai's knowledge annoyed Malachai but he never stayed mad or annoyed. (Y/N) really needed to shake off that habit.
Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet starlet
Singing in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you
(Y/N) laughed, falling back onto the bed.
"I already have to deal with those Serpents, I don't need to drive around town because you snuck off." Malachai said, helping him undress.
"Why don't you just kill them? Blow their brains out!" (Y/N) cracked up as Malachai rolled his eyes.
"You're crazy.." Malachai mumbled, leaning down and kissing him. (Y/N) happily kissed him back.
My old man is, a tough man
But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it's what he might like about me, admires me
The way I roll like a rolling stone
(Y/N) woke up to soft kisses trailed around his face and neck. He grunted softly, bringing a hand up to his pounding head. Malachai chuckled, nudging him. (Y/N) opened his eyes, grabbing the painkillers and water. He sat up, glancing down at Malachai when he nipped at (Y/N)'s hip. Once (Y/N) took the painkiller, he lied back down and cuddled against Malachai.
Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom
Chateau Marmont
Slipping on my red dress, putting on my make up
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him
(Y/N) cracked open one eye, looking at Malachai. He smiled, sliding down so the water went up to his nose. Malachai watched him affectionately.
"Hey, little merman." He greeted. (Y/N) sat up, chuckling. Malachai approached him, crouching down and kissing him. (Y/N) pulled back, noting a smell.
"Are you using my cologne?" He asked. Malachai grinned, nodding.
Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you want me
Light of your life, fire of your loins
Tell me you want me, gimme them coins
"I love you.." Malachai mumbled, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) smiled, turning his head and looked at him.
"Who doesn't?" (Y/N) grinned. Malachai rolled his eyes, nipping his shoulder. (Y/N) laughed softly, turning around and wrapping his arms around him. He leaned in, kissing him softly.
"I love you too, Mal." He tangled his fingers into Malachai's soft curls.
And I'm off to the races, cases
Of Bacardi chasers
Chasing me all over town
(Y/N) tilted his head back, drinking the beer in one go. He placed the bottle down and looked at Malachai.
"You're gonna get liver problems." Malachai mumbled as he counted his money. (Y/N) cocked a brow, glancing at Malachai's beer bottles.
"Your one to talk." He replied. Malachai put him on house arrest after going out without his knowledge again.
Cause he knows I'm wasted, facing
Time again at Riker's
Island and I won't get out
(Y/N) stood up, going around the table and hugging Malachai from behind.
"Can I-"
"No." Malachai cut him off. (Y/N) pouted, resting his head ontop of Malachai's.
"Why not?" Malachai sighed, grabbing his arm and kissing it.
"I want you home. Safe. With me." Malachai replied. (Y/N) kissed the back of his head and hummed.
"Sorry for making you worry so much, Mal." (Y/N) apologized quietly.
Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet starlet
Singing in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Malachai tilted his head back, meeting (Y/N) in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) pulled back and bumped their noses together before grabbing another bottle and opening it.
"You've had enough." Malachai grabbed it from him.
"Go take a shower, I'll join you in a minute." Malachai said. (Y/N) huffed but nodded, walking away.
Now I'm off to the races, laces
Leather on my waist is
Tight and I am falling down
I can see your faces, shameless
Cipriani's basement
Love you, but I'm going down
(Y/N) watched Malachai's car pull up, arms crossed. Malachai got out of his car, approaching him.
"I expected-" Malachai was cut off by his own grunt, holding his jaw as he stumbled back. (Y/N) shook his hand, knuckles hurting a bit.
"You promised you wouldn't get in trouble with the law and I have to find out through Jaime that you got arrested!"
"It isn't the first time-"
"And it'll be the last or else we're over."
God I'm so crazy, baby
I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving
I'm your little harlot starlet
King of Coney Island
Raising hell all over town
Sorry 'bout it
"You're fucking joking, right?"
"You have no fucking idea how worried I was, Malachai. Don't you understand how difficult it can be when you're locked up and the Serpents take advantage of it?" (Y/N) asked. Malachai sighed, eyes hard.
"Go ahead and try me if you think I'm joking." (Y/N) turned around, entering their home. Malachai groaned loudly, following his boyfriend inside.
"You need to calm down-"
"You're so fucking lucky I didn't go to that damn jail and beat your stupid ass. You've been dealing drugs for how long? Some rookie mistake and your ass is off to jail, God, you're so lucky that Peggy is a good lawyer." (Y/N) sneered. Malachai approached him, hands up. He slowly wrapped his arms around him.
"I'm sorry, baby." Malachai said softly. (Y/N) began to realx.
My old man is a thief
And I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end
But I trust in the decision of the Lord
To watch over us
Take him when He may, if He may
(Y/N) played with his necklace, glancing at the clock. Malachai knew the cops were gonna be keeping an eye on him yet he had gone out to check on the drug run. (Y/N) was usually the one to make stupid and crazy decisions but Malachai was stepping it up. He heard the front door open and stood up, leaving the kitchen. Malachai shrugged off his jacket. He tossed some money onto the coffee table.
"Where'd you get that?"
"Some of the boys robbed a gas station." Malachai replied, yawning softly. Seemed like he was coming down from a high.
"Okay... I'm going to bed." (Y/N) said, walking to their bedroom.
"Babe? What's wrong?"
I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him
Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
I need you, I breathe you, I'd never leave you
They would rue the day I was alone without you
"I'm just tired.." (Y/N) replied, glancing at him. Malachai leaned against the doorway, playing with his bracelet.
"I love you, you know that, right?"
"Yeah." (Y/N) lied down, taking off his necklace and putting it on the nightstand. Malachai headed into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and hopping into bed with (Y/N). Despite being annoyed with Malachai, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him.
You're lying with your gold chain on
Cigar hanging from your lips
I said, "Hon', you never looked so beautiful
As you do now, my man"
Malachai was always a pretty sight to wake up to. A blunt hanging from his lips as sunlight poured into the room. (Y/N) took a moment to admire his man. He lifted himself up, kissing Malachai's arm. (Y/N) smiled up at him. Malachai leaned down, kissing him.
"Morning, babe." He mumbled. (Y/N) hummed, flopping down onto the pillow.
"Morning, Mal."
And we're off to the races, places
Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in
To Las Vegas, chaos, Casino Oasis
Honey, it is time to spin
(Y/N) felt the wind slip through his fingers as Malachai drove. It seemed like getting shot with an arrow brought Malachai back down to earth. (Y/N) was, of course, worried when he heard that his boyfriend got an arrow to the shoulder but couldn't help bursting out into a fit of laughter learning it was a teenager who had done it.
"Still can believe you laughed at me while I was bleeding out." Malachai mumbled.
"Oh, please. Penny and the others bandaged and stitched you up." (Y/N) smiled, looking at him.
"What do you think, Mimic?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the Rottweiler puppy sitting in his lap. Mimic barked in response.
"Right? Your other daddy is so dramatic." (Y/N) cooed. Malachai rolled his eyes. Their road trip was gonna be filled with lots of fun.
Boy, you're so crazy, baby
I love you forever, not maybe
You are my one true love
You are my one true love
You are my one true love
#x reader#x you#x y/n#x male reader#riverdale#riverdale x you#riverdale x y/n#riverdale x male reader#malachai#malachai x male reader#malachai riverdale x reader#riverdale malachai x reader#riverdale malachai#penny peabody
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Hope you're all having a special day honoring your Dads. And if you aren't, I hope you do something to bring you happiness. I serendipitously met an amazing new friend who offered me a 2 hour meditation course today, and it was the gift to myself I know my Dad would want me to do. My heart goes to out to those who never had a Dad, lost him young, or whose Dads abandoned them. I'm sorry and I am holding space for you today.
I lost mine 10 years ago to lung cancer that had spread to his bone & liver. He lit up a room with his smile and could make anyone feel special. He loved to drum on the dashboard with his giant college ring and he lived for Motown music and to be with his friends. He's the only man I know of who could be traveling and run into someone who had met him _____ years ago at ______. It happened when he visited us in Atlanta, on business trips, once on a hunting trip in Canada, and once at his favorite restaurant...a woman who painted my parents in 1988 (for a wedding gift) remembered him 20 years later!
I never saw him get sick once in my life. He
was still playing golf, fishing, working out, and living his life to the fullest without even knowing he had cancer. The last time I saw him before his diagnosis, I knew something was off. His skin tone was no longer tan and rosy, he was yellow. He was sleeping after work a lot. He said he "just felt tired, probably gettin old". The hardest thing about caring for him through treatments was not just seeing the sickness take over his body and the chemo knock him down, it was how his heart and confidence shattered. He went from the most handsome silver fox to a bald and frail man of 115 pounds who could barely walk across the room. It broke my heart when he looked in the mirror and started crying. But I stayed strong for him and helped him eat, get out of the car, and watch over him when he tired from a long day of visitors. I was strong until the end and I knew I had to be to help him let go. He was in so much pain and really put his body through a lot just to hang on a little longer for my brother and I.
The minute he died in his room surrounded by family, I felt this intense silence. It was almost peaceful. I touched his head and kneeled down to kiss him, then laid down to hug him with my brother. After a few minutes it finally hit me that I would never hug him again. That he wouldn't walk me down the aisle. That he wouldn't teach any grandkids how to fish. That he would never call me again. I had been really strong up to that point and not allowed any thoughts like that to creep in. It was like a storm over my soul, and I lost it. I was crying harder than I ever have, shaking and screaming out in despair. I feel bad in knowing that his hearing was still working and his brain still had electrical activity, I remember thinking "get it together". But at least he knew how much we loved him. How strong his absence would be. When the hearse came to get him at 2am, I remember peacefully feeling out of my body, like I was floating and seeing myself go through this. The movie of my life. I didn't let anyone put a sheet over him until he was in the car. For some reason the driver had death metal on and I took him aside and said "please put the music on something softer... preferably oldies... just for the next hour".
I feel immensely grateful I had him for almost 22 years. I feel grateful for how much he loved me, took me on stroller walks every day after work, how hard he worked for us to live a comfortable, privileged life. I feel grateful for all the Christmases, the summers, the 4th of Julys, and the events he showed up for. Football and soccer games, horse shows, HS graduations. I feel grateful he let me debate with him and tried to listen when I was hurt or upset or questioning his thinking. I feel grateful he always apologized within the night. I feel grateful for the moment he asked me to walk up to his Dad's casket with him. I was probably 16. He leaned on me to cry. He must've felt vulnerable and safer with me than I realized at the time. I am so grateful he accepted me into his home to stand by his side as he battled cancer. I am blessed for the many gifts he gave me and that I was his only daughter.
It took me a year to stop bursting into tears almost every day. It felt so random - when I saw girls with their dads, when I heard his favorite music (the Temptations, Sam Cooke, the Four Tops), when I saw a well-dressed man in a pink button up shirt, a silver haired man, or a frail man. It took me 3 years to stop running from my pain and feel calm enough to focus on something for longer than 20 min. It took me 7 years to live life without feeling afraid I would disappoint him or that he was "watching". It took me 9 years to ask for help with a therapist and feel truly free again. I am just now learning how to call in his energy to assist or guide me. Losing his sister to a car accident 5 years after his death made me more aware of how blessed we were to be able to say goodbye and hold him as he died.
All of you will go through this, and it's my prayer today that you will live more presently, be a bit more gracious for the moments you have with your parents, communicate with them so they are more aware of what you need, learn also what they need, prepare yourself to care for them in the same ways they cared for you as a baby, and be at peace when you say goodbye. Many who don't have fathers may have a special man in their life that teach them the things a Dad would. They may only have a special teacher or uncle or neighbor or fam friend who helped them feel that tenderness. Reach out to those men, especially the childless ones. They are glad to give their energy and they need to feel appreciated today too. I wish you all love, gentleness, & peace.
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The Autopsy of Portgas D Ace
Note: This is the Analysis of Injuries sustained of Portgas D Ace that had led to his death. Please don't take this as the perfect truth. This was done by three exam stressed women for fun (and it's a good way to revise). Animes are not medically accurate so we tried to make them as accurate as possible. I avoided using anatomical terminology.
P.S this not how you write an autopsy report either but anime is really limited on what it gives us so I'm just calling it an Autopsy because I don't know what else to call it 🤷🏻♀️
***TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE DON'T READ: CHARACTER DEATH, INJURIES,GORE, EXPLICIT ANALYSIS OF WOUNDS! SCROLL PAST AS FAST AS YOU WOULD SCROLL THE COLOURS OF THE SKY POST!***
Primary Cause of Death Magma Fist through the abdomen
Analysis:
Akainu is far taller than Ace so when he brought his fist down and through Ace, he was penetrating and destroying his organs (stomach, liver, pancreas, intestines) at a downward angle (don't ask what angle. I don't know).
Here's what we think happened:
One would aassume that Ace would bleed to death due to the gaping hole in his chest. What you may not be aware of is that the heat from the Magma actually stopped him from bleeding out by sealing the vessels. But! Because the blood can not go any further than the injury point (because it's sealed) thus preventing it from flowing further down. Furthermore, adding to the destroyed liver the capillary network found in the liver is gone as well thus there is no way for blood, despite gaseous exchange, to go into the venous system. As such there is a build up of blood in the arterial system and it remains stagnant. I believe the stagnant blood starts to coagulate that leads to haemerrohage and internal bleeding.
We can also see in the image below, his thoracic vertebrae are gone. Your thoracic (yellow) vertebrae control your abdominals, hands etc. Now because the thoracic vertebrae are damaged, his brain can not send signals to the lumbar vertebrae that signal the legs that is why his legs give out and Luffy has to support him because his brain is no longer able to send signals to his legs to keep him standing. In simple terms, everything below the sight of injury loses sensation or feeling.
I SERIOUSLY do not believe that Akainu's Magma Fist had struck Ace's heart otherwise he would have died instantly.
What I do think happened was that the base of his lungs had at least been damaged making it difficult for him to breathe. His liver, stomach and intestines had been burned away. The liver is one of the most important organs in the body as it regulates detoxification of blood, metabolism, blood glucose level and storage, immune response to name a few. No liver then there's already a build up of toxins in his body thus becoming another factor contributing to his death.
(The figure below is a really rough to give you an idea of where I believe the wound was and the organs that were impacted)
Now the most important part what I think is that THANK GOD ACE WAS NOT FACING AKAINU WHEN HE GOT HIT. The shock from the trauma alone could have killed him instantly by having his organs to shut down.
In conclusion:
Ace had died due to organ internal bleeding and haemorrhage that lead to organ failure. Plus the annihilation of his Gastrointestinal Tract (stomach, liver, intestines)
How he could have been saved:
Some people believe that if Law had come sooner Ace would have survived. Law is one man and despite his Devil Fruit he could not have saved Ace alone. Yes Law could have separated Ace's injury from his body that doesn't mean he can't feel it. Remember when Vergo had Law's heart and was squeezing it at Punk Hazard? Law felt it and could have died. Or when Kinemon's torso was being chewed on by a shark in Punk Hazard, he still felt the pain of it all. So yes, Ace would still have been affected by it.
I think Law and Dr Kurieha could have saved him. Ace would need his entire GIT (stomach, liver intestines etc) replaced and I'll be damned if you tell me Dr Kurieha doesn't have organs ready for transplant that she grew from stem cells. However, transplant is a long process so there should have been someone who could just freeze time and keep Ace suspended in time so they could operate on him. Because the extensive damage he had sustained.... well... it would take a lot of time to repair.
If he survived:
If by some miracle he had survived then there obviously would have been PTSD and depression. Apart from that Ace would have been paraplegic (paralysed from the waist down) so he not only wouldn't have been able to walk (and have sexual difficulties) he also wouldn't have been able to eat solid food for a long while or move his hands properly.
ANY QUESTIONS???
#one piece#portgas d ace#autopsy#analysis of injuries#please dont take this as gospel#this was for fun
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