#Ambulance Spine Board

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[lixzey]

Letters

a/n: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️‼️This has very detailed scenes which may not be suitable for everyone. The last four letters will be the same, so heads up!

warnings: mentions of panic attacks, fighting, mention of a gun, slightly detailed murder, mention of a lot of blood, police officers, ambulances, implied post-traumatic stress disorder, trauma, and foster homes

The Fourteenth Letter

As soon as the plane landed, Timothée quickly made his way off of the plane—he was practically pushing through passengers just so he could make his way out—he had no time left to lose; he needed to find Y/n as soon as possible. Timothée was, without a doubt, scared. He wasn’t sure what would be waiting for him at the address he had in his hands.

What if he had the wrong address? What if the place was long gone? What if….Timothée couldn’t even bear to think about the worst-case scenario—even if it was possible. What if’s and maybe’s were scattered throughout his mind. Timothée wanted to think positively—that she was alright, safe, and sound at least—but those negative thoughts were inevitable, given the contents of Y/n’s letters.

Timothée sighed, running a shaky hand through his curls as he strolled to the airport’s exit. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as he scanned the area for the car his manager had arranged for him, his mind racing with all the possibilities of what could be. 

When he finally spotted his ride, Timothée stepped in and gave the driver the address, urging the driver to drive as fast as he legally could. The driver looked at him skeptically, eyebrows knitted in confusion, but nonetheless did as Timothée asked. As the car weaved through the crowded city streets, Timothée’s phone rang all of a sudden. The young actor sighed, picking up the call.

“Timmy, darling?” His mother’s voice spoke from the other line. “Where are you?” 

“I’m on my way to a friend's,” Timothée lied, staring out of the car window. 

“Oh, alright,” Nicole hummed, though Timothée felt like his mother knew that he was lying. “Anyway, there was a young woman looking for you just fifteen minutes ago.” 

Timothée’s brows knitted in confusion. “Looking for me? Who was it?”

“I didn’t catch her name, but she left a letter.”

Timothée’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of a letter. “A letter?” 

“Yes, a letter,” Nicole confirmed. “Like the last time.”

“The last time?”

“A basket of letters. Did you receive them?” Nicole asked. “I asked Pauline to drop it off at the hotel you were staying at in Paris, since she was going the same way.”

“Oh,” Timothée said, gaping at the realization. The letters were delivered to his childhood home, and his mother asked his sister to drop them off. But who delivered the letters? Was it Y/n? “Who delivered the basket, Mom?” 

“The basket was left on our doorstep, sweetheart,” Nicole replied, sending shivers down Timothée's spine.

It was possible that it was Y/n who delivered the letters, but she sent them. She had mentioned in a letter before that she had used all of her extra money for stamps and such, meaning she had sent them in the mail. How the hell did the letters get compiled? Who the hell sent them to him, if not Y/n? Why the fuck were the letters delivered too damn late?

Finally, the car pulled up to the address he had scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper, snapping Timothée out of his daze. He quickly thanked the driver and stepped out onto the bustling sidewalk, his eyes scanning the old run-down building with a large signage with Oregon Sweet Angels Children’s Home written in peeling red paint on a fading yellow background.

Timothée took a step closer, peeking through the boarded windows for a sign of Y/n—or maybe a glimpse of what was inside, of old photos hanging on the walls, or if there was anything else left that could lead him to her, as it was obvious that the children’s home was long forgotten. 

The actor sighed as he sat on the steps of the old building, disappointed at the fact that he had traveled forty hours for nothing. Maybe it was stupid of him to assume that he could find her; he had received the letters too late.

Taking a deep breath, Timothée fished the fourteenth letter from his pocket. “Fourteenth, four more left.”

August 15, 2023

Dear Timothée, 

I just had a panic attack. I haven’t had a panic attack this bad since……

I heard a loud, echoing gunshot from outside of my apartment, and I just froze in place. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn’t think. Because a gunshot tossed me back into the system for the remaining years of my childhood—if I could even call that a childhood.

It was the summer before I started high school.

My aunt still treated me like shit, the bare minimum, and all that. CPS still came by every week, making sure I was happy—I wasn’t—and healthy. It was annoying to act like I was okay, that everything was alright, and that there wasn't anything wrong when clearly there was. But who was I to complain? I was the orphan forced to be raised against the only family I had left's will. In everyone else's eyes, I was happy and loved. But not one of them bothered to look behind the damn curtains.

I constantly stayed in my room, making sure the door was locked and my headphones were right beside my bed.

Why, you ask?

It's because my aunt brought home a man, her fiancé; let's call him Leo. 

It's not that I didn't like Leo—he was kind, he always gave me books, and we'd bond over our shared love for literature—but they always fought. It wasn't like normal fights; they would yell, they would scream, and it involved a lot of hitting and breaking things—courtesy of my aunt, I suppose, because she was the only unhinged person I've ever known. Their fights would always revolve around cheating; my aunt constantly accused Leo of cheating when he didn't. He was loyal, even though my aunt wasn't the best pea in the pod. Leo loved her, but my aunt kept on looking past that, always believing things he wasn't even capable of doing.

I was honestly scared that Leo would one day realize that my aunt was not the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Leo was like a second father to me; he said he sees me as his own and that he'd love to adopt me once he and my aunt got married.

But all that never happened. 

I was sitting in my room, reading peacefully, when I heard them fighting again. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to it because their fighting was practically normal at that point, and I was used to it by then. I shook it off to the side and put my headphones on, but before I even got to play the song from my playlist, I heard a loud, deafening echo of a gunshot from the living room downstairs. I quickly got up; my ears were ringing and my vision blurred as I held the doorknob, opening it with shaking hands. I stepped out of my room, slowly creeping down the stairs, peeking over the railings.

The first thing I saw was Leo.

Lying in a pool of his own blood, slowly dying.

I stood there, frozen. The sight of the wound on the left side of his chest, where the bullet pierced through, sucked the air right out of my lungs. The white Persian rug underneath Leo’s pale and lifeless body absorbed the blood, staining it completely and making my mind blank out. All I could hear was the loud firing of the gun, taking Leo’s life in an instant, that easily.

My aunt stood there, the gun still in her shaking hands, as she stared down at her fiancé’s body, realizing what she had just done was not reversible. She didn’t notice me approaching Leo’s body. I wanted to scream at her; I wanted to charge at her and hit her again and again for killing the only person I had left who cared and loved me after I lost everything that I’ve ever known. But I just stood there as tears flowed down my cheeks, feeling hollow and broken inside—the first time I ever felt that way. After what felt like an eternity, my aunt finally looked up at me—the gun against her forehead—and before I could utter a word, she fired the gun, taking her own life just as easily as she took Leo’s.

I fell onto my knees as the ringing of the gunshot replayed again and again in my ears like a fucking merry-go-round, choking out sobs as I stared at the lifeless bodies in front of me. I didn’t know what to do. Again, I wanted to scream and shout, but nothing came out of my throat other than raspy breaths. I knelt there like an idiot for what felt like forever, wondering what I did to fucking deserve this. How the fuck could anyone hurt a little kid? 

Eventually, I grabbed the phone—Leo’s phone—from the coffee table and dialed 911 with my hands shaking. A little while later, the police and ambulances arrived, and immediately one of the RMTs rushed towards me. I was still kneeling in front of Leo’s body, so the RMT wrapped me in her arms and slowly escorted me out to one of the ambulances. I was shaking and sweating while one of the police officers who responded asked me questions about what happened.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t. 

The scene kept replaying itself again and again. I just kept on crying silently, until the RMT who took me out of the house said it was better to take me to the hospital first to recover from the trauma, and a psychiatrist would be better given what I had to witness. I just sat there until I saw bodies getting loaded into the other two ambulances—Leo and my sorry excuse for an aunt’s bodies—in black body bags. I never, ever expected that I’d see someone I loved die in front of my eyes again. First my parents, then Leo.

I was then whisked away to the nearest hospital. The hospital where I woke up three years prior. I was back to square one, now a literal orphan. No more family. 

I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. I spent a week in the hospital, crying and crying again and again until I ran out of tears. Psychiatrists, therapists, nurses, and doctors all tried to help me open up, but none of them were ever successful.

After my stay at the hospital, I was thrown into foster care—Oregon Sweet Angels Children’s Home—for good this time. I spent my first few days stuck in bed; I didn’t have the energy to mingle with the other kids my age—I was thirteen, turning fourteen in a few months at that time—no one wants a broken girl for a friend, and it’s sure as hell that no one wants to adopt a teen who has nightmares each and every goddamn night.

Now, the trauma’s haunting me. Every fucking time, and this one isn’t all of it.

I’m all alone now. 

My parents died, Leo got murdered, Ava moved out, and Julie’s moved to another state. Who do I have left now, Timmy? Do I have you? I'm scared that everyone I’ll love will leave me. You weren’t even mine to begin with, but I’m still scared to lose you. 

I've been praying again and again for somebody to save me—a knight in shining armor, for all I care—but no one’s been heroic enough. All that I did to try to undo it, all of my pain, and all their excuses. I was a kid, but I wasn't fucking clueless. At eleven, I understood that someone who loves you wouldn't do any of this. All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it?

What was I fucking made for?

All my love, 

Y/n

Timothée felt his heart clench, tears pricking his eyes, threatening to fall as he finished reading the fourteenth letter. Y/n had been through so much, so fucking much. She was just a little girl—a little girl who had already gone through hell and back again and again. Timothée felt his stomach twist with guilt, even though it wasn’t his fault.

Or was it?

Had he received all of her letters earlier, Timothée would've reached out to her sooner. She had been so alone and traumatized for years, living through a nightmare that a child should never have to experience. Timothée pressed the letter to his chest, wiping away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks with one hand. He stood up, tucking the letter back in its envelope and putting it back in his pocket. 

Timothée took a deep breath, turning around to take one last look at the children’s home—the place where Y/n spent four years of her life alone—before making his way back to the car that was waiting for him.

He wasn’t going to give up. He was going to find Y/n, he was going to be the hero she desperately needed, and he wasn’t going to stop until he did.

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[leiascully]

A bit of a random request/prompt of sorts. Scully gets the below toe ring in S4. It's an impulse buy during her cancer because it makes her feel closer to Mulder. She's always in closed shoes, so it's a "safe" outlet for feelings she doesn't want to think about. A few years later she hurts herself in the field and needs an MRI. She's unconscious and they give her personal affects (ie jewelry) to Mulder for safekeeping until she regains consciousness. He's expecting the cross and earrings but not a tiny little toe ring shaped like a fox. What happens when Scully wakes up?

www.etsy.com/ca/listing/1181954686/fox-ring-silver-animal-ring-foxy-ring

She bought the ring on a whim from a basket on the counter at some little witchy shop that she visited out of nostalgia for the scent of incense. Melissa had worn a toe ring when they were younger and it had driven their mother crazy. Scully had thought it looked elegant and just a little daring. She felt tender for that younger self while she browsed the display of rings, stirring through them. One looped itself around her fingertip: a fox, curled around itself. She closed her hand around it and took it to the register before she could talk herself out of it. She could say it was the foxy glint of Melissa's hair and her own that had inspired it, if he ever saw it. But it was a different fox that had dug its den inside her heart. The cancer had taught her that, when it had excavated everything inside her and left only the bones for company.

+ + + +

She'd fallen onto her back. She'd fallen flat on her back like a doll as he'd watched, unable to catch her.

"Don't move, Scully," he'd murmured to her, terrified, holding her face between his hands. He'd ground dirt into the knees of his suit as he stroked the hair away from her face. "Don't move." As if she didn't know. As if stillness weren't something she had cultivated over long years. As if she weren't aware of the danger of spinal injuries.

The ambulance had swooped in to carry her away, strapped to a board, and they'd taken her for an MRI. They'd put her personal effects in a bag and pressed it into his hands: the glasses she kept tucked away in a pocket, the cross from around her neck, the pearl studs her mother had given her, and something else, glinting in the bottom corner. A ring. He'd never seen it before. She didn't wear it on her fingers. A toe ring, then, tucked away inside her sensible and less-sensible shoes. A little thrill ran up his spine at the fact that she kept a secret from him, after all that had passed between them, after the times they'd seen each other bare to the skin and beyond.

He fished the ring from the bag and held it between two fingers. Another thrill electrified him. The ring was a fox, finely modeled. He clutched it in his fist, a truth too bright to countenance. And there were other explanations, oh, he knew them: the tawny glimmer of her remembered sister's hair, or something mythical in her past, but he couldn't help hoping that it meant that some part of their solitude had twined together during those long empty nights when he'd sobbed by her bed.

He dropped the ring back into the bag with fingers that trembled just a little. He would let her keep her secrets, and he would keep them too, safe in the deep forest of his soul.

[defiblover27]

Feel Like Flying

So I decided to do something a little different and played around with chatGPT. And honestly I was quite impressed with what it was able to come up with. So here is a new story that I edited with the help of the software. The point-of-view is also a little different so be warned that it might be somewhat upsetting. Please let me know what you think and maybe try it out for yourself.

Enjoy!

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April is a 23 year old female who loved nothing more than the rush of adrenaline that came with performing stunts during halftime shows. She had been practicing for weeks with her team for the upcoming game against their biggest rival, and she was determined to make it perfect. On the day of the game, the stadium was filled with excited fans, and April could feel the energy buzzing through her veins. As she and her teammates prepared for their performance, she could sense the tension building. Finally, it was their turn to take the field. The crowd roared as the cheerleaders began their routine, and April felt her heart racing with excitement. It was time for the big finale, the basket toss. April took her place at the front of the group, bracing herself for the launch. Her teammates threw her high into the air, and for a moment, she felt weightless. But then, something went horribly wrong. She felt herself falling, her body twisting as she tumbled towards the ground. Her teammates failed to catch her as she landed with a sickening thud, and pain exploded through her body.

As April lay on the field, the medical team quickly ran out and assessed her injuries and began stabilizing her. One of the medical personnel called out instructions to the others. "April, can you hear me? Are you okay?" April moaned in response, her face contorted in pain. The paramedic quickly turned to her colleagues. "We need to stabilize her back and neck. Get the board and the collar." One of the paramedics retrieved a backboard from the ambulance, while another held April's head steady with a cervical collar. "Okay, on the count of three, we're going to roll her onto the board," said the first paramedic. "Ready? One, two, three." The team gently rolled April onto the board, keeping her spine as straight as possible to avoid exacerbating any potential injuries. They secured her head and neck in place with the cervical collar. April faded into unconsciousness as she went limp on the back board. "We need to get her out of her uniform and intubate her," they said. The medical team carefully removed April's uniform, being mindful of her injuries, and exposed her chest. One of the paramedics prepared to intubate her, and secured the 8.0 ET tube with a blue tube holder. The paramedic at the head pressed two fingers into the side of her neck through the front of the c-collar. Feeling no pulse he said "Let's get her hooked up to the monitor and start CPR," said the paramedic. The team then began performing chest compressions on April, providing rhythmic movements to her chest while giving rescue breaths through a bag valve mask. The crowd watched in stunned silence, some holding their breath, others whispering prayers for April's survival. "Charging the defibrillator," said the paramedic, as they placed the defibrillator pads on April's chest. They checked for a heartbeat and, finding none, continued aggressive CPR as the defibrillator recharged. In a moment they delivered another shock to her body through the defibrillator pads. The medical team continued performing chest compressions as they set up an IV in her left arm and pushed a round of drugs. "Let's continue CPR while we get her onto the stretcher," said one of the medical personnel. The team continued to perform chest compressions and provide rescue breaths as they carefully lifted April onto the stretcher. They quickly wheeled her toward the waiting ambulance, still performing CPR as they rushed her to the ambulance. They secured the stretcher in place and continued CPR on April as her heart refused to restart.

As the ambulance rushed towards the hospital, the paramedics frantically worked to resuscitate April. One of the paramedics was administering chest compressions, while the other was in control of the ambu bag, defibrillator and pushed any meds they needed. "Charging to 200," said the second paramedic, as he adjusted the settings on the defibrillator. "Clear." The team quickly stepped back, giving April room as the defibrillator paddles were applied to her chest. For a moment, there was a flicker of hope in their hearts. But it was short-lived. April's heart remained stubbornly still, and her body showed no signs of responding to the CPR and defibrillation. "We're not getting a pulse," said the first paramedic, his voice tense. "A fall from that height, and how she landed." The other paramedic cut him off "She still has a chance, we are not giving up on her." The team continued their efforts, their movements becoming more frantic as they tried to revive April. But no matter how hard they worked, there was simply no response. As they neared the hospital, the team prepared April to be wheeled out of the ambulance by placing the heart monitor on her legs and placing the saline bag next to her head.

As April was rushed into the emergency room, the medical team continued their efforts to revive her. The team worked quickly, with the sound of the continuous beeping of the EKG machine and the frantic shouts of the medical staff filling the room. "Let's get a central line in and administer epinephrine!" called the head of the medical team. "We need to keep pushing!" As they worked, April's family arrived at the hospital and was directed to the emergency room waiting area. They were anxious and worried, and the long wait felt like an eternity. Finally, the door to the emergency room opened, and a nurse stepped out. "I'm sorry," the nurse said gently. "We're doing everything we can, but her condition is critical." April's family was ushered into the room and watched in horror as the medical team continued their resuscitation efforts. They saw April's body on the bed, with EKG leads attached to her chest, and a breathing tube down her throat. As the medical team continued their resuscitation attempts, April's family saw them apply the defibrillator paddles to her chest, with gel spread over her skin to increase conductivity. With each shock, April's body jolted and spasmed, causing her family to flinch in pain. They also saw how vigorously the medical team was performing CPR on April. The force of the chest compressions caused her body to shake and convulse, making it seem as though she was fighting for her life. Throughout it all, April's family stood helplessly by, tears streaming down their faces as they watched their beloved daughter and sister being subjected to such a traumatic experience. Despite the family's hope and the medical team's efforts, April remained unresponsive. Her body lay limp, lifeless, and cold on the bed, with the only signs of movement coming from the medical team's frantic attempts to revive her.

April's family watched anxiously as the medical team continued their resuscitation efforts. They could hear the sound of the defibrillator charging up, and then the high-pitched beeping noise as it was applied to her chest.

"Clear!" one of the doctors shouted, and then they all stepped back as the shock was administered. April's body jerked and convulsed in response, her chest rising and falling rapidly as they resumed CPR. As they watched numerous round of medication being adm"We need to try again," another doctor said, applying more gel to the defibrillator paddles. "Clear!" they shouted once more, and the shock was delivered. April's body shook with the force of the defibrillation, but she remained unresponsive. The medical team continued their resuscitation efforts, performing CPR with intense force, sweat pouring down their faces. "Come on, April," one of the doctors muttered, their eyes fixed on the EKG monitor. "You can do this." The medical team administered drugs through the central line, hoping that they would somehow revive her. The force of the CPR was intense, causing her body to shake violently on the bed, her feet and legs swaying from side to side with each compression. The medical team worked frantically, the sound of the monitor beeping in the background. The family members were silent, their eyes fixed on April's still form, praying for some sign of life. "Come on, April," one of the doctors said, their voice strained with effort. "You can do this." After a few moments, there was no change in April's condition. The medical team continued with the chest compressions and resumed the CPR. Her body was still limp, and her breathing was non-existent. After a while April went back into v-fib. "Clear!" the doctor yelled again, administering another shock to her chest. April's body shook violently, and her head thrashed from side to side. "We need to get a pulse," another doctor said, their voice shaking with the effort of the resuscitation. They worked tirelessly, administering shock after shock, each time with the same violent reaction from April's body. The family watched, each shock taking a toll on their emotions. After several more attempts, the medical team finally stopped, their faces etched with exhaustion and defeat. "I'm sorry," the doctor said softly, looking at April's family. "We did everything we could, but we were unable to revive her."

As the doctor spoke the heartbreaking news of April's passing, her family members were inconsolable. They cried and hugged each other, saying their goodbyes to their loved one. After a few minutes, they slowly left the room, still sobbing and holding on to each other for support. The medical team waited for them to exit before they began the process of cleaning up April's body. "Let's get her cleaned up and prepped for transport to the morgue," one of the doctors said, their voice somber. The team carefully removed the EKG leads, central line, and other monitoring equipment from April's body. They then cleaned her up, removing any excess fluids or blood, and covered her with a white sheet. "It's always tough to lose a patient," another doctor said, shaking their head. "Especially someone so young." The team worked quietly, their movements solemn and respectful. They knew that they had done everything they could to save April's life, but the outcome was beyond their control. After the cleaning process was complete, they covered her with the sheet and placed a toe tag on her right big toe. They wheeled her out of the room, leaving it empty and silent.

[becky-resus]

Would love to see you being rushed into the hospital strapped to a spine board with a neck brace on. AED pads are stuck to your bare chest from the code in the ambulance. Your naked body is being wheeled down the hallway of the hospital. The Lucus thumping your chest. You enter the room full of doctors and nurses they lift you up and transfer you to the hospital bed where they detach the Lucus and manually start harsh compressions. Your bare feet rock back and forth at one end of the bed as your blank lifeless eyes stare into the ceiling of the room. They continue to bag you until it’s time to shock you. Your body jolts with each shock before crashing hard back down to the bed. Please stay with me Becky the nurse shouts as she rocks your cute little chest over and over again

Well that's hot as hell anon. Would love to chat more with you. Would love that to happen to me maybe with some more codes later in the ICU

[renee-writer]

The Accident

For @flashfictionfridayofficial 221 prompt: Spine in a Twist. Based on real life.

It was getting late and we are getting worried. He should have been home hours ago. We start making calls.

 

911 dispatch tells us where he is, in the ICU of the hospital. A scooter vs motor vehicle accident. The hospital is walking distance away.

 

We find him battered and bruised, unable to walk and in severe pain. It is the second accident he had riding a scooter on the highway. He is stubborn as a mule. Alive, thank God, he is alive.

 

The recovery is horrible. This grown man screams like a laboring woman when his road rash bandages are changed. His back, carrying the same rash, as well as supporting a broken pelvis, feels like it is being twisted, every time he is turned for care and cleaning.

 

It hurts my heart to see my good friend and roommate in this situation. Even with my own chronic pain, I make my way to the hospital every other day, to sit with him. I work on lifting his spirits and holding his hand through the hell of physical therapy.

 

Six weeks later, he is aloud to come home. He is transported in an ambulance, as he still isn’t able to walk. He is moved from bed to wheelchair via a transfer board. Later, he moves the same way from wheelchair to cab, to wheelchair, to table at physical therapy.

 

We see he gets there. We see he has all he needs. I take him to his follow-up appointments, to PT. Cheers when he moves from wheelchair to walker, to cane. More cheers when he graduates from PT.

 

We cover his part of the bills, cost of taxis, build him a low bed he can move in and out of. He is our friend. It is done without complaint.

 

Then another accident. This time from our neighbors. A fire. We all get out, thank God he is out of the wheelchair. The electric is turned off for all the duplex. We wait on our landlord ‘s insurance.

 

We wait, camping in our house. Despite all we did for him, our roommate decides he can’t live with the inconvenience. He moves in with his sister.

 

God rewards our faith. We now live in our own home. No matter it is a mobile home. It is ours.

 

Our roommate. Well he has another scooter!

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

Cherry Blossom Season is Over

by Corundum_Creations

“An ambulance for Master has been sent.” Everyone paused at Carla’s statement. They hadn’t expected that; last time, Joe had carried Cherry out himself in Shadow’s car. The AI, of course, didn’t care at all for the atmosphere created. “It is likely Master’s skull is not only fractured again, but sustained major injury to his cervical spine. Survival rate: low.”

 “WHAT!?” Joe barked at the board.

 “He wants to ruin me, petty little flower.”

 Carla responded to the “skating god,” “petty does not fit within this circumstance. ETA: three minutes.”

 “I suppose it’s time for me to bow out,” Adam said flippantly despite his face having darkened beneath the mask. He kicked at the AI board before jumping into the car his assistant pulled up with.

 Or:

Author noticed Kaoru has the Anime Mom Hairstyle of Death… and their brain decided to do something about it. I do love him, I promise, but maybe it’s the exhaustion or the pain, who knows! Certainly not I!

Words: 1972, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Chinen Miya, Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Kikuchi Tadashi

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Kikuchi Tadashi & Shindo Ainosuke | Adam

Additional Tags: One Shot, post cannon (S1), MatchaBlossom, Trajedy, Car doors are weapons now y���all, Opposite of Adam sympathizer

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46752112

[saharaground]

Healthcare and Ambulance Services in the District Magura

Magura, located in the southwestern part of Bangladesh, is a district known for its cultural heritage, historical landmarks, and agricultural significance. The district is famous for its traditional music and dance forms, reflecting the cultural richness of the region. Notable landmarks include the historic mosque in Shatrujitpur and the memorial complex of poet Michael Madhusudan Dutta. The healthcare situation of the district on the other hand, requires substantial improvement. Despite having various healthcare facilities like hospitals, health centers, and clinics, there are significant shortcomings. Some areas and clinics face challenges, including limited access to fundamental medications, not to mention the scarcity of advanced medical treatments and specialised healthcare professionals.

Some of the hospitals and clinics available in Shibchar are,

Magura Maternity Hospital

General Hospital

Saleha Clinic & Diagnostic Complex

Magura Diabetic Hospital

Maa O Shishu Kolyan Kendro, Magura

Magura Poly Clinic

Upazila Shastho Complex, Magura

Niramoy Private Hospital 

Magura Shishu O Chokkhu Hospital

Jahan Private Hospital

Beroil Government Health Complex

Arpara UH&FWC, Shalikha, Magura

Ayon Medical Center

Piyarles Medical Services and Hospital Private, Magura

Life care clinic

Norshinghati Community Clinic

Shohrab Mashrura Memorial Foundation

Magura Central Health Care

Bushra Garden

Shurjer Hashi Clinic 

Green View Diagnostic Center

Shopno Diagnostic Center

LABAID Magura

In spite of the numerous hospitals and clinics, these institutions lack the essential equipment and specialised medical staff required for thorough patient care and treatment. As a result, many patients find it necessary to seek treatment elsewhere. Consequently, it becomes the duty of healthcare services and professionals to guarantee the welfare of these patients during their transportation, whether from Magura to Dhaka or any other preferred hospital. Ambulance services play a vital role in preserving the stability of the patient's condition during transit.

Therefore, to ensure the health and safety of the diverse range of patients or critical patients, emergency healthcare services need to provide a thorough ambulance support, including various types of ambulances and medical assistance, such as,

Standard or Basic Ambulances

Intensive Care Unit (ICU) Ambulances

Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) Ambulances

Air Ambulances

Advanced Life Support (ASL) Ambulances 

Ambulances for Transporting Deceased Bodies

Ambulances mentioned above are capable of doing almost everything that we expect from an Intensive Care Unit of a hospital. When we think about stabilising a critical patient, we immediately think about all the technical ICU support, and these ambulances provide just that. These ambulances (except Standard Ambulances and Ambulances for Transporting Deceased Bodies) are equipped with, 

Bi-phasic Defibrillator

Automatic external Defibrillator (AED)

Cardiac Monitor 

Recorder

Ventilators 

Suction Pump (electronic and manual)

Infusion Pump 

Syringe Pump

Volumetric Pump

Artificial Manual Breathing Unit (adult, child and neonatal)

Mouth to Mask Ventilation Device

Pulse Oxymeter 

Fluid and Blood Warmer

Roll-in Cot Main Stretcher (Manual or Auto loading)

Foldable secondary stretcher

Spine Board with restraint set

Resuscitator Adult with Overpressure Valve

Cervical Collar different size (set of 6)

Dual Head Stethoscope

Wall-Mounted Sphygmomanometer

Portable O2 Cylinder – D Size with regulator

Portable Suction Unit

Stair Chair stretcher

Head Immobiliser

Scoop Stretcher

Traction Devices

Extrication Devices

Compression Device 

First Aid Kit

Vacuum Mattress

Additionally, these ambulances have a medical crew on board, who are skilled and certified healthcare professionals, including nurses, paramedics and Emergency Medical Technicians (EMTs), who possess the expertise to manage diverse medical emergencies. Their extensive training over several years enables them to effectively serve and handle any sort of critical patients. 

Ambulance services play a crucial role in stabilising a patient by providing immediate and specialised medical care during transportation. These ambulances ensure that the patients reach the hospital, risk free and on time. 

[kunalsingh417]

A Simple Guide to Learn about Air Ambulances and Their Cost in India

Do you know about the importance of air ambulance in your daily life? If not, read this guide that helps to understand everything about the air ambulance and the price of it in India. An air ambulance is the essential mode of transportation for the emergencies for the patients. It is a form of transportation that may deliver prompt medical care and save the lives of individuals after rescuing an injured person from the peak of a mountain, trauma patient who is ill. 

The main purpose of the ambulance is only to take patients to the hospital for additional care to provide them with the highest standard of medical care. Then, the patient is stabilized and transported in the quickest, safest, and a professional manner that is possible to a hospital for additional treatment and care. An air ambulance is designed for patients, and it acts as a hospital for those who need immediate care. 

What is the cost of the air ambulance in India?

As you know about the air ambulance, high-risk patients are usually succumbing to death within the first hour, and they must be transported to the medical centers as soon as possible. More patients’ conditions worsen during transportation if they travel for long distances. Air ambulance brings these patients to an expanded healthcare facility within this golden hour. The cost of an ambulance or booking a medical transfer is as expensive as you think. 

The air ambulance in india cost is influenced by the following factors such as the flight route, condition of the patient, notice period, and number of people accompanying the patient. The most important factors are the proximity of air ambulances to the location of patients and how fast the patient has to reach the place. The closer an air ambulance is to the patient, the lower the cost, and while booking an advanced air ambulance is cheaper and in case of an emergency, it is advisable to book an air ambulance regardless of price. 

What services does the air ambulance entail for the patients?

If you book the air ambulance after looking at the air ambulance price india, then it is a great job where you must ensure about the services they provide you. An air ambulance is a transport that provides you with some of the modern services that include both primary and complex life support in the time of critical emergencies. In the air ambulance, you can see the doctors and nurses with more knowledge and special support at the airport for a fast and easy flight and ground transportation for patients. 

Here are the services that the air ambulance can provide you that are cardiovascular monitor, high-tech mobile ventilators, suction machines, oxygen tanks, infusion pump machines, nebulizers, defibrillators, pacemakers, spine boards, balloon pumps, and stretchers. These are the best services that you can get from the air ambulance and the professionals who are inside it to treat the patients with more care in a proper way.

[themahindracarcorner]

Mahindra Pik-Up Specialty Variants -  Game Viewer And Ambulance

Both models are available with two or four-wheel-drive as well as the carryover 2.2 mHawk turbodiesel engine.

Mahindra has unveiled a new pair of speciality models based on the locally assembled Pik-Up in the form of a game viewer as well as an ambulance.

Following the mining specification model introduced last year, both the game viewer and ambulance are based on the single-cab Pik-Up with the former spun off of the entry-level S4 and the latter from the more upmarket S6.

Both are available with two-or-four-wheel-drive with power coming from the familiar 2.2 mHawk turbodiesel engine rated at 103kW/320Nm. Unlike the range-topping automatic S11, only a six-speed manual gearbox is offered.

In the case of the gamer viewer, which has a claimed payload of 1 195 kg and the same 210 mm ground clearance as the regular S4, Mahindra has removed the roof and fitted the heavy-duty roll cage that extends across the cabin.

Learn more about the Mahindra double cab.

Providing seating for nine, excluding the fronts, with the seats finished in canvas, the gamer viewer also sports a rubberised interior, folding windscreen, a mechanically locking differential regardless of drive wheels, as well as the option of a front nudge bar and rear spare wheel mount. A series of other customisation options are also available.

Like the game viewer, the ambulance is the result of customer demand, according to Mahindra, with the modifications to the load bin comprising a custom-made canopy with laminated windows and a shockproof floor said to have been coated with a heavy-duty anti-skid coating.

Aside from a catalogue of options, the Pik-up ambulance is outfitted as standard with an access ramp, spine board, air-conditioning, public address system, emergency lights and decals, LED rear lights, a freshwater basin, oxygen tanks, an auxiliary battery with outlets, various storages areas and a swivel spotlight.

Like the standard S6, and indeed the S4, specification is unchanged with the ambulance offering the same 210 mm ground clearance, but with a reduced payload of 2 500 kg.

Warranty and Service

Now available, both are covered by a four-year/120 000 km warranty with a service plan being optional.

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[lifeexpressambulance]

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The Worldwide Air Rescue vehicle Administration in Delhi is dependably prepared to exploit the basic and serious withdrawal of patients, which is ahead of time with the ICU arrangement, which is completely present day and high level life-support hardware, for example, a defibrillator, heart pull accessibility, ventilation the gear is furnished with oxygen-treatment. - Re-breathing components, pull lasers, spinal collars, spine-sheets, inflatable splinters, wheelchairs, clinical packs, drugs, circulatory strain sleeve (show meter), beat oaks meters, needle siphons, scoop cots and numerous different advantages with fundamental medicines for patients.

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In Patna, Air Emergency vehicle Administrations gives generally similar staff and offices depicted above on the city with the assistance of MD specialists and paramedic professionals. Our mechanical and specialized staff is dependably prepared to tackle your questions.

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Air Moving Administrations gives Air Emergency vehicle Administration in Patna, Delhi, Mumbai, Vellore and some more, in which the previously mentioned office is situated in the city. With the expert personnel of the clinical specialists and the other moving staff with an incredible encounter of the patient clinical the travel industry support inside the most agreeable way, Life Express Wellbeing Administrations is the most ideal decision of the working with the necessities of the recovery.

As of late we have enhanced an agreeable arrangement furnished with ICU Clinical to help the clinical withdrawal of basic patients with "Collaborator Clinical Workforce". The departure staff, which has MD specialists, furnishes clinical therapy to patients with the methodology of clinical the travel industry and crisis clinical professionals to exploit the observatory for patients consistently.

[leschanceux]

alex could - and would - never be anything but relieved that henry was okay. even if they were in the midst of an earth-shattering row, even if they weren't talking ( which... alex really hopes they never get to that stage ). even if they were continents apart, alex would still have found a way to dive into the back of an ambulance, had henry been injured enough to require one. had the idea that he wouldn't been vocalised, it would've made him nauseous beyond belief --- he can't imagine ever being so angry or hating henry that much, enough to not be by his side in a moment of need.

their fingers touch and something in alex's stomach settles back into place as they leave the polo field's parking lot - the first steps toward their version of normal. he can practically hear june's judgement already ( and yeah, maybe he doesn't need to tell her what had happened, but she's always been his sounding board and she's not going to judge him for the most important parts of this situation ).

for once, he can't read henry, and it scares him more than he'd like to admit.

it's probably by design; he already knows about henry's public mask - the mask he wears for events and appearances and interviews, the mask that shows what the world expects from the prince - but henry doesn't wear that mask around him, hasn't for a long time, which is why it's so jarring to see prince henry instead of henry fox sat beside him in the car. and with every heartbeat that passes, he's reminded that he put that mask back in place by storming off the field.

alex wipes at his own face, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and cuddle in close, to be reassured that henry is actually alright and that his head injury is nothing more than a passing glance from a badly-located rock. but he can't, because henry's still stiff and awkward and there's still something between them that he can't quite put his finger on. "you've definitely ridden better," he tries for a light tease, the like when you ride me implied and unspoken in respect for the driver who can surely hear most if not all of their conversation right now.

he finally pulls all his courage together, takes henry's hand and laces their fingers together with the aim of softening that poker straight spine further.

"bea would," he snorts softly, fondly. he might even be able to see it like that in a couple of hours, but for now, the burn of humiliation still lingers under his skin and the memory of the day is smeared with shame. "i should've stayed instead of walking away. i know you hate that." that makes it even worse in his opinion, the knowing and doing it anyway.

he hadn't , for one moment , believed that alex would be anything other than relieved he was okay . just as how he knew that if he had been loaded into a back of an ambulance alex would have pushed his way into the back of it too . even if he was cross with him . at least . he was telling himself that . because the idea of alex refusing to come if he was hurt or needed him just because they were fighting .... it made him feel a little bit sick . so he pushed that particular thought into the back of his mind and refused to dwell on a scenario that had not even happened .

instead his hand moves across the cool leather until his little finger traced along the edge of alex's and he felt like he could finally breathe again . the tension started to drain out of the car just a little and he feels like he can finally maybe in the future begin to feel like himself again and then alex moves . and henry finds himself starting a little like he doesn't expect it.

because he doesn't.

he doesn't understand what it is about what he's just said that grabbed alex's attention so suddenly and so completely . although , he is at least glad that alex is now looking at him rather than trying to pretend like he doesn't exist . for a moment henry feels rather like a dear caught in the headlights . and he's been crying . that's all he cares about in that moment , the red eyes and the slightly sticky cheeks and he wants to cradle his face in his hands and stroke his skin with his thumbs until all evidence of it is wiped away . he doesn't though . because he isn't sure if he's allowed .

embarrass you . henry's nose scrunches in confusion and disagreement , and then he winced as it made his brow furrow and pulled at the butterfly stitches stuck across his temple .        " i'm the one who fell from a horse , i think that is the rather embarrassing bit ."     he doesn't know how alex could possibly think that what he did was embarrassing . maybe a touch amusing , when one takes into consideration the number that he had shouted for everyone to begin to call . but he was worried and henry was bleeding .

now if alex had tripped over when running across the field , that would have been embarrassing .

the harsh rigid line of his shoulders and his spine softened just a little , less lost and more sure of what he is about to say he doesn't need the mask of prince henry quite so much . but it's still there . his spine is still ramrod straight .        " in fact bea insisted it was all rather romantic , she said it was all anyone could talk about . "

[becky-resus]

Sorry if I missed a previous answer. What’s your ideal situation that leads to you needing resus?

I don't really have one all my fantasies start in ambulance or hospital. But something trauma related needing to be strapped to a spine board to mobilise me is hot as hell.

[ambulanceproducts]

Folding Stretcher 1 Fold, 2 Fold, and 4 Fold Manufactured by Ambulance Products India

This Folding Stretcher is the perfect solution for emergency personnel. Folding stretchers are sturdy, lightweight, and compact. Featuring an adjustable handle and caster wheels that make it easy to set up and transport between vehicles. The folding stretcher is a versatile and cost-effective stretcher. It boasts a robust design and folds up small enough to fit in the back of a pickup truck. Its appearance makes it suitable for both indoor and outdoor use. The Folding Stretcher is a light, portable stretcher that can be folded up and put in the trunk of an automobile or in your room. It is made from sturdy metal and has adjustable padded arms that allow for a greater range of motion.

[gumnut-logic]

For once it had been a quiet night. Only two alcohol related cases, one suspected heart attack, an eye injury and dash over to paediatrics with a limp and non-responsive three-week-old baby.

Ellie’s own heart was saved by the baby recovering quickly, a digestive upset the culprit. Fortunately, the alcohol related cases were of the quiet kind.

It had her suspecting some kind of tsunami of injury was on its way. The ED was rarely quiet and it made her uneasy.

So, she was almost unsurprised when they were alerted that International Rescue were inbound with two casualties.

The coincidence of being on staff for their arrival after the day’s conversation with Virgil Tracy was not lost on her. As the department mobilised for the expected incoming, she wondered if she had jinxed them.

The report said one man and one woman injured, one possible spinal, both unconscious.

She was assigned to an ambulance. Apparently, the aircraft was too big to land closer than the Domain and they had to meet it.

The emergency vehicle’s siren got them onto the main road and around to the massive park that was usually a jewel at the centre of Auckland, now no more than a deeper shadow in the darkness.

They parked in the darkness of the trees around the edges of the rugby field. She took the moment to climb out and look expectantly up into the sky as her team leader requested an arrival estimate on her phone.

They heard it before they saw it. A roar swelled up over Waitemata Harbour and a bright dot in the sky fast became the shadow of a massive aircraft. The air literally vibrated with its roar as the Thunderbird lived up to its name.

It darted into a fiery hover as VTOL lit up the entire rugby field beneath it in yellow and orange. A bluster of hot wind blew over them and rattled the trees as Thunderbird Two, the number glowing on its tail, settled down on the lawn with a heavy mechanical thump.

It was massive, its navigation lights sketching out its true size in the dark.

She took a split second to marvel at the sight, and then they were moving.

A hatch lowered down from under the Thunderbird’s nose, light from within the cockpit illuminating three figures. As she ran, she registered the blue of an IR uniform, but paid little attention as medical stats were thrown at the team in a clipped, professional voice.

Ellie was directed to the male who turned out to be quite young, blond, barely an adult and bound up on a spinal board. The remains of an International Rescue uniform peeked through the emergency blanket.

Shit.

But she didn’t have time to follow the implications of that piece of information.

Impact injuries to his left side. Unconscious, accelerated heart rate, possible spinal injury. Scan results of a detail she had never encountered were flicked to her reader. His spine was intact, but there was swelling.

And internal bleeding. Far too much internal bleeding.

Her team leader directed fast evac and they were moving again. She was vaguely aware of a hiss of closing hatch and mechanical whirring as she ran the hoverstretcher back to the vehicle under the trees.

The stretcher had IR branding on its side, but it slid easily into dock inside the ambulance. Her hands moved automatically, securing the young man for transport.

“I’m going with him.” And there was another blond young man in a blue uniform, this one slashed in yellow. He climbed in beside her team leader.

Ellie plugged the stretcher into the onboard scanner and alarms started blaring almost as loud as the sirens on the roof as they started moving.

The IR operative spoke up, voice raspy. “His name is Alan Bartlett Tracy, age eighteen.” The voice was calm, but unlike before, Ellie could hear fear under that professionalism. He swallowed. “I have his medical history and any further detail you may need.”

Two minutes and they would be at the hospital.

Those two minutes gave her enough time to think of Virgil Tracy and the fact that she likely had a member of his family under her care.

The ambulance ate enough road to pull up to the ED in one minute forty-five.

Then they were moving again.

The IR operative moved with them.

The familiar lights of the emergency department were a relief. She wanted nothing more than to see the young man to safety. They ran him into an assessment cubical.

The IR operative was still with them.

“Sir, I need to ask you to wait in the waiting room.”

“I have information-“

She flipped the patient’s terminal. “We’ve received all the data.” She frowned. An odd graphic was spinning in the top right corner of the screen, a circle of dots. That was unfamiliar. She poked it and it disappeared.

The information about the patient was extensive. Behind her, the shift doctor was doing the initial examination. Cecily was removing the young man’s clothes in preparation for surgery.

“But I have to stay with him.”

Ellie frowned, her eyes tracking the operative’s features. “Sir, you can’t stay.”

“He’s my little brother. I…promised.” It was said with such desperation, her heart bent.

But unfortunately, he wasn’t the only relative she had had to usher away from a loved one.

She faced him. “He is receiving the best care, sir. You got him here fast. He is in good hands. You need to let us do our job.”

His eyes were a warm brown and Ellie suddenly saw the resemblance between him and Virgil. Those eyes were glistening and she realised the man was trembling.

Pale.

“Sir, I think you should sit down.” The next cubicle was occupied by the woman who had been brought in with Alan Tracy, but Ellie grabbed a plastic chair and dragged it to the edge of the curtains. She ushered the operative towards it. A guess. “Mr Tracy?”

Those eyes latched onto her. “Gordon.”

“Gordon. Sit down.”

He did. And it was just as well, because the doctor called it and Alan was pushed past them and rushed off to surgery.

Gordon tried to stand up again, but he wobbled and Ellie had to steady him with a hand. “Stay seated, sir. Alan is getting the care he needs.” A frown. He wasn’t telling her something, she was sure of it. “Sir, are you injured?” She could see nothing obvious, but that didn’t mean anything.

“Thunderbird Four, status!”

She jumped. Gordon startled, but his fingers reached up and hit the glowing IR logo on his yellow sash. “Scott…”

“What is Alan’s status?”

“In hospital care…I’m…I’m sorry...”

His voice sent alarm bells ringing in her head.

“Sir!”

She barely caught him as he slid boneless off the chair.

-o-o-o-

[eddiecore118]

This is the definition of rough draft. Which will probably never make it out of my word doc 🙈.

Warnings - brief descriptions of cardiac arrest

Eddie comes to. The sky is dark again, no longer illuminated by lightning. He’s flat on his back, ears ringing, head pounding.

“Eddie don’t try to move,” Chim’s face comes swimming into view. “We need to get your C-spine stabilized, and then we’re going to board you for transport, okay?”

Eddie just blinks. He takes a moment to remember where he is – the Highrise call.

Buck and Rawlings had to go up for the mother and daughter on the aerial. They were successful - he knows that much. What happened after is a little fuzzy. “What….” his throat feels like sandpaper. He tries again, “What happened?”

“There was a lightning strike. You were thrown off the engine and landed pretty hard Eddie,” Chim explains, fastening the C-collar into place and motioning for Rawlings to approach with the spine board.

He feels Chim clamp down on his shoulders, head wedged between his forearms - someone else has his hips. In his periphery, Rawlings is on his right, spine board angled downwards.

“Chim this is unnecessary,” Eddie protests.

“Sorry Eddie, not your call on this one. Okay everyone, on my count - ONE, TWO, THREE!” Chim instructs.

By the time they've secured him to the board and moved him onto the stretcher, Eddie's remembered the sequence of events. He and Buck were together at the bottom of the aerial, right before….

“Chim, where’s Buck?” Eddie asks, trying to sit up against the spine board's straps.

“Hen and Bobby have him,” Chim states calmly, placing his hand on Eddie’s chest.

“Chim, we need you over here NOW!” Bobby yells.

Chim meets Eddie’s eyes - his unease apparent - before grabbing his med bag, and taking off in a sprint towards Bobby.

“Rawlings undo the straps, right now!” Eddie demands, trying to slip his arm out from underneath.

“You know that isn’t going to go over well Diaz. Chim was adamant that we need to clear your C-spine first.”

“I’ve cleared it! Undo the fucking straps, NOW Rawlings!!!’ Eddie roars, right as he wiggles his arm free, quickly undoing the buckle for the chest strap, followed by the head strap. He sits up rapidly, undoing the rest. Leaping off the stretcher and spine board, he starts running towards the three figures he can see kneeling over someone. As he’s sprinting, he rips off the C-collar, firing it to the side and almost crashing into one of the bystanders.

He comes skidding to a halt in front of Bobby, Hen, and Chim. Between them is Buck – unconscious.

Hen’s yelling for them to bring the ambulance around, eyes darting back towards the portable monitor, Ambu bag and mask in hand. Chim has just finished cutting the last of Buck’s uniform shirt away, frantically trying to dry Buck’s chest in an attempt to get the defibrillation pads attached.

“Eddie….” Bobby starts, arms out trying to shuffle Eddie back from the scene.

“No! Bobby you don’t get to do that,” Eddie counters, darting around Bobby. Dropping to his knees, he looks over at the monitor reading the wide QRS complexes. “V-tach, starting compressions.”

“Diaz….” Bobby starts again, authoritatively.

“No! Bobby, you don’t get to do that either,” Eddie shouts, continuing compressions.

“Eddie hold compressions, rhythm check,” Hen cuts in. “Still V-Tach. Everyone clear.....! Shocking!!”

Eddie watches as the first shock is delivered. Buck’s skin has taken on that ashen tone of cardiac arrest victims, his lips tinged blue. He notices burn marks on Buck’s chest and shoulder. Eddie holds his breath, willing the monitor to show a normal rhythm.

“Still V-tach, resume compressions,” Hen orders. “C’mon on Buck!”

The ringing in his ears is back.

Eddie resumes compressions.

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @buddierights @monsterrae1.

heres some of the prequel to the buddie divorce series (the first chapter is literally 9k and we still aren't finished lol)

“Okay,” Buck says. “Would you like a drink?”

The man cuts his eyes at him, livid, and pushes away from the bar. 

“A guy named Buck. Do you know ‘em?”

Buck pauses. He watches the man shake his hand out and open and close his fist. 

“Yeah,” Buck says, slow. “That’s me. Why—”

Before he can finish, the guy lunges at him, fist colliding with his jaw. Buck stumbles back and tries to maintain his balance, but feels the man grab his shirt and shove him to the ground. 

“Fuck you,” the guy grits out, throwing another punch. Someone’s screaming and another person is trying to pull him off, and Buck can barely keep his eyes open as the room starts to spin. “You fucking prick.”

Buck’s head lulls back as he takes each punch and feels the grip on his shirt loosen as the man is pulled off of him. 

“Stay away from my wife,” the guy snaps. Buck manages to tilt his head up and stares at the angry, blurry figure of the man pacing around. He jabs a finger in Buck’s direction. 

“I don’t know what…”

“Now, he wants to lie,” the man scoffs. “You’re the worst kind of person, you know that? If you sleep with someone’s wife, at least own up to it.”

Buck swallows and blinks, hoping the dizziness fades and the ache settles in his jaw and cheek. 

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