#Blood Pressure tester

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question time, not really a medical question, more a question about doctors office response times? Below a read more in case you want to skip it:

So, last week I may or may not have passed out*, in a way different to the times I may or may not (almost definitely have) passed out before, because this time my blood pressure was not low and my heart rate was not high. I am someone with a long history of cardiac-adjacent issues, endocrine and/or brain related issues, and neurological issues**. I called my primary care doctor early afternoon on Wednesday and did not hear back from his office until after 5pm on Thursday, though the very helpful nurse I spoke to at the front desk squeezed me in for an appointment with a different doc at the same location on Thursday morning. I called my neurologist at the same time Wednesday, and I did not hear back from their office until today, the following Monday. They also were not calling to schedule an appointment. They were calling to see if I'd gotten my referral to an ENT that they send in five months ago, and mentioned they'd gotten my message that I'd "had an incident". I had to get transferred to someone else and say "I saw my primary care doctor already because you did not return my messages and I'd passed out. He did some bloodwork that all turned up normal and told me to talk to my neurologist" before they even considered getting me an appointment (which they did not do! They said they'd call me back tomorrow!) The question: Is that an unreasonable response time? It feels like an unreasonable response time to me, from both my PCP and my neurologist, honestly. Like, the nurse at the PCP's facility got me in to see another doctor, but my PCP didn't know and didn't respond for over a day, and my neurologist took five days and wouldn't schedule an appointment. I suspect the combo of past history of heart and neurological issues and passing out for the first time in years should be the sort of thing that rings alarm bells, right? *when I felt like I was going to fall down if I did not immediately lie down, I chose to lie down and had my eyes closed while lying down and I think I lost time? hard to tell though **I have tachycardia but it's never ever out of rhythm, so technically I don't have heart issues? The tachycardia tends to alarm new doctors though, like I get an express pass to an EKG immediately at the ER. The endocrine and/or brain issue is the salt wasting syndrome. Might be endocrine! Might be brain damage! Hard to tell! Thought it was endocrine for a long time but there's overlap. The neurological issues are migraines and brain fog.

[g0dlyunsub]

under pressure.

getting strapped up to a lie detector as part of a bet wasn’t exactly in your plans, nor was exposing your deepest secret to spencer reid.

pairing :: spencer x fem bau!reader

warnings :: fluff! confessions, coworkers to lovers, cheesiness overload 

word count :: 1.6k

author’s note :: three weeks since i last posted a fic?? absolutely unacceptable *presses post button*

accompanying song :: more than friends by aidan bissett

“there’s a reason why that thing’s admissible in court,” you murmur to derek, watching as the officer packs the polygraph back into a cabinet.

derek chuckles.

“you think you can beat it?”

“i know i can beat it.”

you cross your arms and look up with a challenging smirk.

“there’s actually a lot of skepticism surrounding the validity and accuracy of polygraph testing, especially since it’s only an instrument that measures physiological changes like heart activity and perspiration. people often mistakenly assume they’re trying to deceive a machine, when really it’s all about the polygrapher, who oversees and administers the examination.”

you don’t even have to turn your head to know it’s spencer who’s just made his way into the room, derek’s lifted brow a confirmation of his presence.

“ah, look who’s finally found us. i was starting to miss you a little, kid.” 

“what are you guys up to?” spencer asks in return, his gaze shifting from you to derek, before slowly making way back to you. 

“l/n thinks she’ll pass the test with flying colors.” derek points at the cabinet and looks at you with a winsome grin.

“i won’t even have to try.” you shrug, placing your hands on your hips confidently.

“wanna bet on it?”

“loser pays for dinner. reid, you in?”

“i uh, i think i’ll just watch,” spencer politely declines, his hands nervously burrowing deep into his pockets.

derek bursts into laughter. “oh come on, kid, it’s free dinner for the both of us.” 

spencer chuckles quietly. “we’ll see.”

you make your way over to the cabinet, kneeling to retrieve the bulky device, and set it down on the table behind you. 

taking a seat, you lift your arms to secure the straps above and below your chest, and attach the blood pressure cuffs to your right arm. 

“nuh-uh.” 

you hear derek tut a sequence of disapproving clicks.

“hey kid, check to see if it’s around her securely.” derek tilts his head at spencer before nodding in your direction, adding, “don’t want you deceiving us in other ways.”

you roll your eyes before raising your arms in surrender. “go ahead, i’ve got nothing to hide.”

spencer slowly approaches you, hesitant steps overtaking his stride as he moves to stand in front of you. positioning a hand on your back for support, spencer sticks a finger between the gaps of the sides of your chest and the straps.

the straps tighten ever so slightly, causing your breath to hitch in the back of your throat. almost like an unconscious reflex, you release a breathy exhale.

“is that too tight?”

it’s barely a whisper, and he’s close, so close — his lips hover practically right beside your ear that you can feel his breath tickle the hairs on your neck.

“no,” you let out, “it’s good.”

your heart’s pounding now, and you’re thankful that you’re not hooked up to the monitor rate, at least not yet. 

“just slide your finger into the clamp,” spencer instructs, his hand guiding yours into the plate where the electrodes lightly pinch your fingertips.

“is that comfortable?” spencer asks once again, his furrowed brows an indicator of marked concern as he searches for any signs of discomfort.

“yup.”

you bite your bottom lip as spencer hooks the cords to the monitor. his attentive eyes gloss over your strapped arm and flick downwards, stopping once they take note of your bouncing legs. you still your legs almost immediately.

“alright l/n, here’s a tester.” derek approaches you and lays his hands on the table, leaning forward. “have you ever lied to get out of trouble?”

you don’t even need to think twice. with a daring grin, you respond, “yes.”

“it’s stable,” spencer nods.

a mischievous smirk plays on derek’s lips. 

“have you ever lied to hotch before?”

you huff an amused chuckle, one laced with throaty disbelief. “no.”

derek rolls his eyes, but spencer nods in your direction. “steady.” 

“oh come on, not even once?”

you raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “why… have you?”

“this is about you, remember?” derek wiggles a finger disapprovingly. “next one… have you ever had any romantic feelings for anyone on our team?”

it's a question you were most definitely not expecting.

it’s only a brief pause, but it’s long enough to have you doubting – are your eyes widening? are your parting lips betraying you? is it actual sweat that’s starting to coat the tips of your fingers or are you imagining it?

“no, i have not.”

you feel heat start to creep into your cheeks, but try your best to remain unfazed as you await spencer’s judgment.

“give me… one second.”

the air suddenly feels ten times heavier.

a nervous chuckle escapes from your lips as you glance around. 

“try not to bounce your leg up and down,” spencer finally calls back, and you have to physically restrain yourself from sighing in relief. 

“alright, let’s try again,” derek announces as he finally takes a seat across from you. “have you ever had feelings for… doctor spencer reid?”

your instantaneous scoff overlaps with spencer’s. before you can respond, however, spencer chirps up first.

“y/n, don’t – don’t answer that.”

you, too, try to dodge the question with a dismissive wave. “come on, derek.”

thankfully, he rests the question aside. “fine. have you ever passed your files to someone else without them knowing?”

“yes.”

“to who?”

“to you, actually,” you boldly assert, leaning back into your chair.

“oh, she’s a rebel,” derek slyly retorts back, his gaze unflinching as spencer affirms your claim.

“did you, at any point, lie during this test?”

“no.”

“alright,” derek continues, “last question.”

“bring it.”

“do you currently have any romantic feelings for spencer reid?”

“seriously?” you swivel your head back and forth between derek and spencer, your eyes widening in disbelief at the fact that he’s repeating a previous question, merely adjusting a couple words.

it’s a question that you can’t answer. no, that you shouldn’t answer.

but this time, spencer’s quiet.

“you’re kidding me,” you laugh, “we are not being for real right now.”

“oh i’m being very real right now.” 

your heart thumps like a wild drumbeat, your pulse echoing through the veins marking the side of your neck. 

you start to lace your fingers together nervously as a thin layer of sweat covers your palms. the more you think about your moist hands, though, the more you start to sweat. it’s a constant feedback loop, feeding off of your deeply-buried secret.

slowly, you take off the straps and set the electrode in front of you, on the table. 

radio silence falls over the air disturbingly, like the entire room’s tuned to the wrong frequency. 

then, “reid, did you get that?”

it takes another five seconds for sound to fill the room once again, but the gravity of the silence is almost too heavy for you to register – your wordless confession strikes the back of your mind like an unpleasant storm, raining down on your thoughts with regret and humiliation.

“y/n, um, there’s a lot of environmental factors that can impact physiological response-”

there’s no going back anymore. 

if you don't say it now, it'll linger in the depths of your mind forever.

“i do like you.”

when there’s no response, you decide to fully commit to your confession. “you said so yourself, this isn’t about fooling the device, it’s all about the polygrapher. so, spencer, what’s your judgment?”

you swear you can hear your own pulse drumming against you and shaking your body. with the faintest whisper, spencer utters, “i think you’re telling the truth.”

after hearing his response, you shove your hands into your pockets and prepare to leave, but not without throwing a glance at derek, who’s guiltily tracing the edges of his beard.

as you approach the door, however, a hand hooks around your elbow, stopping you dead in your tracks.

spencer’s hand.

“that’s it? you’re not going to hear my response?”

you don’t look up. “no, i… fine, tell me.”

if only you knew about the collective swarm of thoughts swimming in his brain, the thoughts that are denaturing all his senses of rationality and self-control. he has so much to tell you, words that he’d spill almost instantly if he’d been better prepared.

his hand moves down to envelop your own. 

you do nothing to stop him. 

slowly, he drags your hand upwards, until it rests against his chest.

against his speeding heart.

“spencer?”

the glow in his eyes is unmistakable – his dewy orbs gaze into yours lovingly, the exchange almost a confession in itself.

“i don’t think that either of us can beat the test,” spencer softly murmurs, his breathy chuckle sounding like music to your ears.

you don’t know how to describe it – it’s a bittersweet concoction of emotions that continues to spread throughout your body the more spencer nuzzles up against you.

“no,” you voice after a pause, “i don’t think we can.”

“very cute guys, but i’m waiting on my victory dinner, so if you two can-”

“oh shush, derek, you’re ruining the moment,” you say as you break into laughter, and bury your head against spencer’s chest when you fail to recover your composure.

“and you’re gonna have to pay me extra if you want me to keep my mouth shut in front of all the others,” derek retaliates, his smug grin causing you to roll your eyes. 

“i think i can wrap the straps around his mouth if you hold him against the door,” you start while looking up into spencer’s eyes, speaking loud enough to draw derek’s attention.

spencer returns with a wide smile, one that tugs at your throat to release another hearty laugh.

“yeah, i’ll grab his arms first.”

[apuff]

low blood pressure is in the family this is on the table

im starting to think i have blood circulation problems bc that explains why i get completely random pains and aches in my body for no reason (if muscles dont get enough oxygen to work properly they start using the nasty thing to work that makes you hurt)

and why im so lightheaded all the time just getting up after doing literally nothing but also explain why i get the inverse of this every time i do exercise (bc then the blood is actually circulating properly)

[gasstationsoda]

I just got an ad for this app claiming that it can check your blood pressure, blood oxygen, and blood sugar just from pointing the camera at your wrist. I'm genuinely shocked that blatant, dangerous false advertising like this is allowed from the app store and on Tumblr

It started out talking about how blood sugar tests are wasteful and disposable, including the kind that doesn't use individual paper strips, showed a person throwing away their tester, and then made this false claim

I think the only reason it's technically not false advertising is that they never actually showed the app monitoring someone's blood sugar, they just talked about how bad the testers are before showing an app that can do all kinds of magic with your blood

It has a 2.6 on the app store. All of the reviews are either 5 stars or 1 star, I'm guessing the 5 star reviews are mostly bots, except for the one I saw that said "Easiest way to die!"

According to reviews, it's nothing but ads and you can't even get the real features to work because of the ads

Please just do me a favor and report the ad if you see it and report the app itself. Here's the Google Play store page, Idk how to find the IOS link

[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

Twilight VR │ Reader Insert - Prologue

Warning: Volturi

Word count: 1059

The prologue will change for each character!

Hope you enjoy it! If you have any suggestion, let me know. If you have any names wanted to be added (in the Alpha Tester sense) Let me know. This shots will be under the tag TwilightVR. The gif doesnt belong to me. Do note let me know I might not be using warnings properly. The gif is not mine

Reader Inset words references:

(y/n) = your name.

(e/c) = eye color

(f/c) = favor color.

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Stargazing branches thick but thin like a mirror with no reflection; leaves like chandeliers hanging below the stars gazing in the light of the sun. Rainbows paint the scenery in colors beyond (y/n) comprehension. Their lungs receive that similar welcome on their 7th birthday to the fair their folks would drive them to every chance they got – the cotton candy they would sink their teeth into like no tomorrow. 

They breathe in the familiar faint sniff of buttery popcorn, their mouthwatering at the mere thought of probably bad for them, their blood pressure might skyrocket; however, it is worth every pain exercising later. Their hands dance alongside the familiar scent, a second not long music plays in the background, they would recognize it anywhere it is Bella’s Lullaby tunes, they had it as a ringtone does not use it on anyone to contemplate its beauty.

 Threes unite a welcoming cocoon, but their heartstring at the prospect of everyone having such a welcome to this world. Their fingers reach their temples expecting to touch the (f/c) VR headsets to feel a reality. A once over to the birds flocking as one in union to the others around. An ocean welcomes them tracing edges as one by one mirror like doors that showcase their reflection.

 In plain sight, they are wearing (f/c) outfits not really something to be remembrance. They (e/c) eyes trace each mirror like door characters throughout Twilight saga shown playing scene from Charlie meeting Edward, Baseball scene, Lauren warning about James, Prom end of Twilight, Victoria appeareance, Edward showing up, etc. Every scene they could think pop up on the mirrors like doors.

 “Aahh”, hands clapping return their attention to right in front of them. A tall figure stood cloak in the Volturi’s notorious cloak. They intentionally half kneel out of respect to the Volturi before them. They would recognize them anywhere no matter the place. His long black hair stands out from any of the other Volturi. Crimson red eyes stare deeply into their soul like he could read every string without missing a beat.

 They know it’s impossible for him to read their mind without a touch first.

 “Finally, I have been summoned to welcome our first all-inclusive Beta Tester into our world”, Aro tune like silk setting every minuscule blood cell inside them ablaze. How long has it been since they watch the last movie starting from new moon to breaking dawn? Only to see him for starters.

 They lost count. Aro extends his hands towards the stairs an invisible wall welcomes him. He retracks his hands; his lips fall a frown is not amuse at the realization.

 “Any curiosities about the world we live in? and you shall live now?”. Aro mutters, his hands try again to pass the forcefield, being unable too. His crimson eyes lock with their (e/c). His lips wore a smile instantly.

 “How are you here? Aren’t you part of VR experience”. (y/n) asks, they take a step forward the grass floor dents at each step they take. Aro stood his hands up no words spoken just a stare, “Don’t past the yellow line.”. Aro adds not losing the hyperactive tone he welcomes them. He claps his hands giving the (y/n) his whole attention.

 “The Alpha Tester and your gameplay are connecting to give you a better grasp”, Aro compels attention wherever his words escape his lips.

 “Aren’t you from my game?”. (y/n) protest their smile end as quickly as it pop on their lips, thinner than a slice of bread, (y/n) eyebrows furrow a tasteful disappointment.

 “Sadly, child. I’m from World Crosser’s Alpha Test World. She was the one to give you an introduction set your game to perfection... or so she said. She is busy”, Aro trails off not finishing the sentence, he walks within the circle provided to him even if its not enough the happy smile plaster on his lips doesn’t leave. His eyes glued to you, “What?”.

 “In the game, you are given an anker item to choose”. Aro said as his arms open widely, his lips curl into a wicked grin as his eye’s glee in a deception.

 “I thought she would choose Demetri”. (y/n) shrugs as matter of factly.

 “It would take her from the immerse experience. The anker item needs to know everything, so Demetri would not appreciate getting deceived. You are an alien to our world. WE as Volturi finding one of ours is not really ours.” Aro explains makes a one with his hands slowly adding, “I have never been an Anker item. It is easier for me as King call her at any time, write her code letters, among other things”. Aro informs every detail.

 “It is a trade. She learns from me, and I learn from her”, Aro adds not taking his eyes from them. A blush creeps on your cheeks; (y/n) tries to conceal it failing horribly. Aro grins intensifies as your blush deepens.

 “If you flip your right wrist a menu opens only you can see it. You will have different useful tools”, They flipped their right wrist towards them. In a second a menu opens in front of them showing little chibi version of them and specific words map, menu, character, inventory, settings, log into main menu, etc.

 “This is main menu”, Aro adds gaining (y/n) attention back towards him. They stare around their main menu. A short chuckle escape their lips trying to clear the atmosphere, “It is changeable. There aren’t any words anywhere not to take you from the submersion”. Aro adds bringing another smile to his lips, and (y/n) stops looking around another blush creeps into her cheeks darker than the one from a minute ago. They breath in as if air is a hard necessity, they forgot to do that for as long as (y/n) couldn’t remember last time she breath.

 “Don’t worry, child. Outside varies from inside the VR. The machine keeping you above ground is fully equipped to keep you alive for a week of gameplay. You are safe, if need be, as an Anker item. I can enter your beta test and guide you to disconnect safely”.  Aro continues to explain you the basic of the game as (y/n) blush covers their face embarrassment washes over their whole body wanting the earth to eat them completely.

[best-testing-lab-uae]

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In this comprehensive guide, we explore the procedures and standards that mask testing lab in the UAE follow to guarantee the safety, effectiveness, and compliance of masks.

Why Mask Testing is Crucial

Masks serve as the first line of defense against airborne contaminants, including viruses, bacteria, and pollutants. However, their effectiveness hinges on strict adherence to international standards and rigorous testing protocols. Mask testing labs ensure that every mask meets these critical requirements, safeguarding public health and boosting consumer confidence.

Key Standards Followed by Mask Testing Labs

1. ISO Standards

ISO 17025: Specifies the general requirements for the competence of testing and calibration laboratories.

ISO 22609: Tests resistance to penetration by synthetic blood for masks used in healthcare settings.

2. ASTM Standards

ASTM F2100: Outlines performance levels for medical face masks based on fluid resistance, bacterial filtration efficiency (BFE), particulate filtration efficiency (PFE), and breathability.

3. EN Standards

EN 14683: The European standard for medical masks, focusing on bacterial filtration efficiency, breathability, and microbial cleanliness.

4. NIOSH Guidelines

Guidelines from the U.S. National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health are applied for respiratory protection, particularly for N95 masks.

By adhering to these internationally recognized standards, UAE mask testing labs ensure products meet both local and global safety requirements.

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1. Bacterial Filtration Efficiency (BFE)

This test measures the percentage of bacteria that the mask filters. The higher the BFE, the better the protection offered.

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Procedure: Aerosols containing microscopic particles are passed through the mask to determine its filtration capability.

3. Breathability Testing

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Procedure: Airflow is applied to the mask, and resistance is measured to ensure comfort and safety.

4. Fluid Resistance Testing

Masks, especially in healthcare, must resist penetration by fluids to protect against contamination.

Procedure: Synthetic blood is sprayed at the mask at varying pressures to test its resistance.

5. Fit Testing

The effectiveness of a mask depends on how well it fits the wearer’s face, creating a proper seal.

Procedure: Fit testing uses specialized equipment to analyze how well the mask conforms to different face shapes.

6. Flammability Testing

Masks must meet flammability standards, especially those used in environments with high fire risks.

Procedure: The mask is exposed to a flame, and the time it takes to ignite is recorded.

7. Microbial Cleanliness Testing

This test ensures that masks are free from microbial contaminants during production.

Procedure: Samples are taken from the mask surface and cultured to detect microbial presence.

Specialized Equipment Used in Mask Testing Labs

Mask testing labs in the UAE are equipped with advanced tools to perform precise and accurate tests, including:

Particle Counters: For evaluating PFE and BFE.

Airflow Testers: To measure breathability and differential pressure.

Synthetic Blood Sprayers: For fluid resistance tests.

Microbial Incubators: To assess microbial cleanliness.

Manikins and Fit Test Machines: For fit testing under realistic conditions.

How UAE Labs Ensure Compliance

1. Accreditation

Accredited labs in the UAE, such as those certified under ISO 17025, demonstrate their competence and adherence to global standards.

2. Continuous Training

Lab personnel undergo regular training to stay updated on the latest testing protocols and regulatory requirements.

3. Collaboration with Authorities

Mask testing labs work closely with UAE regulatory bodies, such as the Emirates Authority for Standardization and Metrology (ESMA), to ensure compliance with national regulations.

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Advanced data systems enable labs to provide real-time reporting and analysis to manufacturers and stakeholders, ensuring transparency and swift action.

Benefits of Using UAE Mask Testing Labs

1. Ensuring Market Readiness

Testing labs help manufacturers prepare their products for local and international markets by ensuring compliance with all required standards.

2. Enhancing Consumer Trust

Certified masks inspire confidence in consumers, who rely on their effectiveness for safety.

3. Supporting Innovation

Mask testing labs provide feedback on product performance, enabling manufacturers to innovate and improve their designs.

4. Preventing Substandard Products

By identifying deficiencies in mask quality, testing labs protect public health and prevent financial losses for manufacturers.

Challenges in Mask Testing and How Labs Address Them

1. Counterfeit Products

With the rise of counterfeit PPE, labs play a vital role in verifying the authenticity and quality of masks.

2. Rapid Regulatory Changes

As new threats emerge, standards evolve. UAE mask testing labs stay ahead by continuously updating their testing protocols.

3. High Demand for Testing

The surge in mask production can overwhelm testing facilities. UAE labs address this by expanding capacity and streamlining procedures.

Case Study: UAE Mask Manufacturing Success

During the COVID-19 pandemic, UAE-based mask manufacturers worked closely with accredited testing labs to meet the urgent demand for PPE. By ensuring compliance with international standards, these manufacturers were able to export high-quality masks globally, reinforcing the UAE’s position as a trusted PPE supplier.

The Future of Mask Testing in the UAE

The role of mask testing labs will continue to grow as demand for high-quality PPE persists. Future trends include:

Eco-Friendly Masks: Testing labs will validate the performance of sustainable mask materials.

Advanced Filtration Technologies: Labs will assess new materials and designs for enhanced protection.

AI and Automation: The integration of AI in testing procedures for greater efficiency and accuracy.

Conclusion

Mask testing labs in the UAE are pivotal in ensuring the quality and performance of PPE. By adhering to rigorous testing procedures and international standards, these labs protect public health, support manufacturers, and contribute to the UAE’s reputation as a global leader in PPE production.

Whether you’re a manufacturer aiming to meet compliance requirements or a consumer seeking reliable protection, the role of mask testing labs in the UAE is indispensable in safeguarding lives and upholding quality standards.

[chenqintranslator]

A biotech company is buried under a mountain of English-Chinese documents related to the software integration plans for a specific medical device, and they need to untangle this chaos in just 48 hours. I managed to grab three of these documents, which together total over 7,000 words. The information in these papers is incredibly dense and complex.

First up, we’ve got the essential details, which include the document title, document number, revision version, effective date, and specifics about the device.

Next, let’s break down the testing results, which cover the software version that was tested, the hardware version that was tested, the hardware serial number, the tester, the type of test conducted, and the time frame during which these tests took place.

And we can’t forget the testing statistics, which outline the total number of planned tests, how many tests passed, how many failed, how many were blocked, and the total number of tests that were marked as not applicable (N/A).

In the section on testing description and expected results, we’re talking about the testing environment, buttons, flow information, pressure data, temperature data, operating modes and soft keys, liver information, liver quality, display type buttons, trend (graph) views, bar views, organ ID, blood type, infusion flow rates, confirmation information, settings menu, device ID, firmware, perfusion flow, infusion flow, HA pressure limits, PV pressure limits, system time, system date, battery status, downloaded files, warnings and errors, communication loss, calibration tilt and automatic flow, serial data output, sensor failures, usage counts, reset pressure values, set serial numbers, additional data, pressure sensor failures, authenticity, pressure data reporting rates, and measures to prevent fluid leakage within the circuit.

To wrap it all up, the extensive content of these over 7,000 words is absolutely vital for the research and development, as well as the production of medical devices in the biotech field. It requires a serious level of professionalism and a meticulous approach to manage and process all this information.

[daydreamerdrew]

Comics read this past week:

Marvel Comics:

the Wolverine stories in Marvel Comics Presents (1988) #76-84

These stories were published across March 1991 to June 1991, according to the Marvel Wiki. This was chapters 4 through 12 of Logan’s Weapon-X backstory. All were written and drawn by Barry Windsor-Smith. Each of the stories was 8 pages, except for the last one, which was 24 pages.

The narration of the opening panel of the chapter in issue #76, which is drawn from the perspective of the Weapon-X employees looking down on the confined and unconscious Logan’s face, reads: “Create a monster. Terrible knives. Mutant! Beast… Once a man. But scored to the bone. Claws! Still human. Mindless. Restructured. Murdering. Trained. Animal!” This functions as a summary of most of the themes so far.

In this story is the beginning of Weapon-X’s attempts to brainwash Logan. It’s referred to that “His brutish impulses being greatly exaggerated since the adamantium bonding” and it is advised that Logan shouldn’t be addressed by his “former name” as “We’re trying to eradicate that stuff.” The controlling/suggesting commands made to him begin with “You are a beast- You are an animal born to serve!” Logan is also told, “You have no will but to serve me!”

Logan is unconscious for most of the story. In a convenient science fiction tool, the screen on which is meant to be depicted the commands being given to Logan instead show “internal feedback,” of which “The imaging is so powerful… It’s burning circuits!” The extent to which Logan is still a person- despite the dehumanization used to excuse and shape his treatment- inherently, naturally rebels, even when he is incapable of physically doing anything that all.

Though he has physically fully-healed, the screen shows Logan as the raw, still reforming gore-y state he was soon after the adamantium fusing to his bones. This anguished figure screams in pain, expresses horror about what’s been done to him, and fantasizes about killing the man he was told is his master. At the end of the chapter it is being argued that he is a “beast” and “wild animal” that must be killed.

In the chapter in issue #77 we see a test of Logan’s fighting capabilities in which he is made to fight starved wolves. The first page of the story juxtaposes a panel of one of the wolves open, focused eyes over a panel of Logan, eyes closed and with a restful expression and posture, covered in cords that monitor him and blood, which is soon explained to be sheep’s blood that was purposely put on him to attract the wolves (as opposed to what a reader may have first assumed, blood he drew and covered himself in through fighting).

Despite the fact that the testers know that Logan can hear the wolves, he initially experiences no heartbeat/pressure/adrenal rise and doesn’t react at all when they charge at him, making it seem like he’s not even alive. Not until the wolves are eating him does Logan finally extend his claws and fight back. The professor exclaims, “Listen to that feral roar! The bloodlust!” Another scientist corrects, “I think it’s pain.”

Logan is described as “beyond human” and “far more bestial than those he’s slaughtering!” Right after this one employee raises the idea of saving the animals, which is dismissed, because the professor is “enjoying this far too much.” The professor then projects onto Logan, claiming that Logan was not crying out in pain earlier, but instead “The wolves kill for food… or territory perhaps- But this man- this living weapon… His passion is the fear of his prey… and to relish in the odor of the blood!” And he justifies, “Despite his original protestations… I know we’ve done him a great favor. His most bestial needs… are about to exceed his most primitive dreams.”

In the story in issue #78 there is a moment where Logan is being controlled by levers and as he’s made to walk forward it’s noted “how the naturalist movements imitate the human.” And the system is described as, “When the power’s on, you’ve got him by the tail… When it’s off- like now- he’s just dead meat.”

At the end of the story in issue #79 Logan, who was described earlier as “imbecilic” because of how the adamantium bonding effected him, goes from sitting still to suddenly attacking the technicians working on him. A scientist immediately assumes that it is the professor, who had talked earlier about wanting to test Logan against a man and not just animals, making this happen and calls him a “maniac.” In the story in issue #80 it’s made clear that Logan hasn’t actually broken free, but is being controlled by an unknown person that the professor has secretly been working for, and is being used to clean up Weapon X by killing everyone, including the professor. However, it’s revealed in the story in issue #84 that none of this was real. Despite the story being told almost entirely from the perspective of the scientists, this part was all a simulation they were putting Logan through to teach him some kind of lesson. This feels like a cheap twist to me.

It’s not completely implausible to have Logan experience a simulation from their perspective- there’s an emphasis on Logan’s overall time at Weapon X feeling like a dream and dreams can be strange like that. And the writing of Logan’s mental state in the story in issue #84 as he’s reckoning with what he is really at the end of the simulation strong. But I think the justification for why they would do this to him is really weak. The story ultimately ends with Logan actually breaking free of his mental control and heading to attack his tormentors, and then cuts to after that’s all done and he’s wandering through the wilderness alone. I think that this bait-and-switch muddles with the portrayal of Logan’s torture, that he went in and out of awareness of, as like strange dreams, and then his experience later in life of being affected by a trauma he doesn’t remember.

In the story in issue #83, when we are still in the simulation and not in reality, the professor is portrayed as shocked that Logan is still coming after him even though the equipment attached to his body was all destroyed in the professor’s attempt to burn him to death. He exclaims, “You’re still transmitting to him-! Controlling a corpse! A walking dead man!” Logan asks, “Am I… dead? Is that what you… Done to me? Dead? Walk-ing dead man? Am I?” Logan ends up declaring to him that he is Logan and that he is a man, not an animal. I really like the concept of Logan as a “walking dead man” and wish it was real within the story.

The prologue of this story in issue #72 opens with Logan’s life he escapes from Weapon X, intersected with panels of the Weapon X staff members before Logan is brought into the project and flashbacks from Logan’s perspective of the torture they would/did put him through. This was a strange effect. It was confusing to me to start after the events of the story the reader hasn’t learned about yet, and initially made the flashbacks to Logan’s trauma come across as prescient flash-forwards to me.

Logan’s narration over all this talks about his feelings as he’s haunted by that experience he’s repressed and doesn’t consciously remember: “I’ll get away… from…. what’s comin’. Yuh… do that… get… away.” He describes, “Ever felt like a rat? In a trap? Or… whaddaya call those things? Pinwheels or something? Like you’re runnin’ for you life… but you’re gettin’ nowhere…” This is clearly about Logan’s experience when he was trapped by Weapon X and being experimented on, regenerating from his physical injuries but not able to escape. This also describes a common format bad dreams can take. Logan continues, “Just… nowhere… ‘cept the edge… of the dark! And th’ dreams… of death… in the shadowed rooms… of the Prophecy!” The Prophecy being the name of the place where Logan is living at that time.

In the story in issue #82, still in the simulation, when Logan looks at the body of one of the scientists who had been working on him, he thinks, “I… know this man… In a memory. Of a dream. A dream of… dying.” And at the end of the story in issue #84, as Logan is wandering the wilderness, overlaid is narration of a conversation between two Weapon X employees before everything went wrong. That scientist who Logan recognized justified his participation in Logan’s torture by saying, “I dunno about forced, Hines. See, if you listen to the Professor… It’s like… this is all kind of pre-ordained. It’s like Logan’s destiny or something. […] Some guys- they got the worst destinies, y’know?”

I was also really interested in the way Logan’s memory issues and dehumanization parallel his backstory in Wolverine: The Origin (2001), which is about when Logan’s mutation first developed. In that story Logan’s mutation is triggered in him as a child by a traumatic experience, and afterwards he’s very mentally out-of-it. He doesn’t remember his name or understand the situation he’s in. This is like the “brutish impulses” caused by the negative mental affect the adamantium-fusing has on him. He has to be guided and over the years afterwards he starts to function more normally, but meanwhile is becoming more at one with nature. This all culminates to when he finally remembers on the cusp of adulthood what happened that caused his powers to develop. And there is very similar language used in the story that Logan is an animal and not human.

Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandoes (1963) #28-33

These issues were published across January 1966 to June 1966, according to the Marvel Wiki. Issue #28 was written by Stan Lee. Issues #29-33 were written by Roy Thomas. And all of the issues were penciled by Dick Ayers and inked by John Tartaglione.

In issue #28 the Howlers work with civilians to liberate a French town. While they’re going over the plan, one of the civilians recognizes another as a spy that had betrayed them earlier to the Gestapo and attacks him, making the two of them tumble over into water. After neither of them resurface Nick jumps in after them, thinking, “It wuz a personal fight for that kid… so I gave ‘im his chance! But I still got a mission ta worry about!” The spy managed to escape, but Nick saves the other from drowning. This leads to a dramatic moment where the French teenager says, dying from his injuries, “I… should have let you… tackle him!! They say… one should never send a boy… to do a man’s job!! I… I am sorry.”

In issue #29, while he’s fighting Baron Strucker, Nick gives the order to Reb to pass along to the other guys to evacuate the town before it’s blown up. When Reb is asked about Nick, Dum Dum interjects, “You guys know Fury! He’s got a personal beef agin’ Strucker! He’d demolish us if we interfere! Let’s move!”

Later, having survived all of the explosions that destroyed the city, Nick runs through the ruins, thinking, “If anyplace ever proved that ‘war is hell’… this is it! Fire.. explosions… destruction… A city in ruins! This must be the way it was… the night an air raid got Pamela Hawley! Pam… Junior Juniper… an’ the casualty list keeps gettin’ longer! Where will it end? Where will it stop? But, as long as it lasts, I ain’t goin’ under… not till I’ve taken a few more backstabbin’ Nazis with me, anyhow!”

He also thinks, “I know we went all through that ‘war to end war’ jazz before! Still, a guy can’t help hopin’..! Yeah, every once in a while, I get ta thinkin’… mebbe this one will be the last war! Mebbe… Aw, come off it, Fury! Stop yer day-dreamin’! Leave the thinkin’ to the free world’s bigwigs- they’re gonna need it!” This made me think of Nick’s later position at S.H.I.E.L.D., where I think he could be considered one of the world’s “big-wigs.”

In issue #30 the Howlers fight in Italy for the first time. I think this is the first time Dino’s Italian heritage has been really prominent. In this story he tells the opposing soldiers, “It’s just little ol’ Italian-American me… Dino Manelli… doin’ my bit to speed brother Benito into an early retirement!” And, “So this is Italy… my birthplace… reduced to being Hitler’s junior partner in his insane bid for world conquest!” An Italian soldier threatens to “forget you are a fellow Italian” if Dino doesn’t stop insulting him, and Dino responds, “Go right ahead and forget, pal… It don’t bother me, as long as guys like you are in charge.”

Over the course of the story Dino and the undercover spy in the Italian army that helps them, Carlo, discover that they’re cousins on their mothers’ sides. Carlo turns down going back to England with them, saying, “So, it is only fair that one of us stays here, to look after our family interests!” And Dino says, “We’ll meet when Italy and America are friends once again!”

During the mission Dino reads documents that are in Italian. It makes sense that he would know Italian, though it hasn’t been mentioned before. Dino is usually the Commando that’s assigned to impersonating the enemy, both because he’s a professional actor and because he’s the only one of the Commandoes that speaks German. There hasn’t been a backstory reason given yet for why he knows German.

In the story the Howlers are also helped by another teenage partisan, who Nick at one point addresses as “kiddo.” Nick tells the youth, “Look, kid, I know it’s none o’ my business, but ain’tcha a little bit young to be traipsin’ across the countryside without yer mother?” The teenager responds, “It is none of your business… and my mother was killed by the fascisti six months ago!” Nick estimates the kid’s age as “about fifteen, at most,” and the teenager corrects him that she’s 16 and also reveals that she’s actually a girl. Her story ends more positively than the other teenage freedom fighter, with Dino promising to find her after the war is over and make her a movie star.

In issue #32 Izzy is brainwashed by Nazis to betray the Commandoes. He was unaware that he was the traitor, first guided by a “vague but irresistible impulse stirring in his confused brain” to reveal the Howler’s location, then being activated by the trigger phrase “Long live the thousand-year reich!” to turn his gun against the Howlers. However, he breaks free from the hypnosis when he’s ordered to actually shoot the Commandoes. He explains, “You hadda keep spoutin’ off about killin’ Americans… until somethin’ snapped inside me… an’ it turned out to be yer blamed hypnotic spell! Everybody has some principles he won’t go against.. an’ when you tried to get me to shoot the Howlers, you ran smack dab into mine!”

Also, early in the issue Bull McGiveney makes fun of the Commandoes when Nick lectures them, saying, “We wouldn’t wanna upset Papa Fury by havin’ any of his little brood disagree with him, now, would we?” And at the end of the issue there’s another scene where, as Fury makes the Commandoes run, he says, “Well, lookit that! If it ain’t Auntie Fury and her Sunday school drop-outs, out fer an afternoon stroll!”

There is yet another character who’s emphasized as young in issue #33, a Greek political leader “who’s one of the few people who can unite various guerilla factions [in Greece] against the Nazis.” The narration describes him as “a youthful but commanding figure- one who has seen the fierce ravages of war, without abandoning the eternal hope for peace!” At one point Nick describes their responsibility for protecting him as “Kazantis is our baby till he’s joined the rest’a the main partisan force.” Nazis capture the Howlers and Kazantis and make him give a speech on the radio encouraging the Greek rebels to surrender, but instead he tells them that they can succeed if they unite. The Howlers are able to protect him and get him out of there, but in the end Kazantis is dropped off with friends of his while only Nick was able to make it to the rendezvous point to be taken back to England, with the rest of the Howlers ambiguously either captured or dead.

Dum Dum’s backstory is delved into for the first time in this issue, as he avoided having the Howlers meet his family in the furlough issue and went off on his own off-panel. At one point he thinks, “Back when I wuz a circus strong-man meanderin’ around Europe, I performed before kings ‘n stuff.”

Also, Captain Sam Sawyer had an insult I particularly liked in this issue, when he assigns the Howlers to their mission in Greece and says to Nick, “Maybe you heard of it during your three years in the second grade!”

The Avengers (1963) #43-44

These issues were published across June 1967 to July 1967, according to the Marvel Wiki. Both were written by Roy Thomas and penciled by John Buscema. Issue #43 was inked by George Roussos and issue #44 was inked by Vince Colletta.

In issue #43 Clint goes to China to rescue Natasha, who he has learned did not actually betray the United States but was working an undercover mission for S.H.I.E.L.D., and has since been betrayed by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent herself. He feels guilty that he previously believed she was actually a traitor. This issue is also the first appearance of the Red Guardian, whose mission is to defeat Captain America, and has a belt emblem that he throws, like Captain America. When Clint confronts him about Black Widow, he asks, “What is that infernal, lying female to you, Avenger?” And when Clint answers, the Red Guardian says, “You love her- love that tiresome tool of the decadent democracies?”

The Red Guardian defeats Hawkeye and locks him up alongside Natasha, after which he unmasks himself. Natasha reacts, “You! All this time- all these years- I thought you were dead!” Clint is concerned to hear the Red Guardian address Natasha as “darling,” Natasha hesitantly explains that he’s her husband, and Clint says, “Then, I guess… you don’t have to waste your breathe explaining anything to me, lady! It couldn’t make any difference… now!” The Red Guardian says that “soon, both of you shall die! Yet first, it is our wish that you witness the downfall of the great Captain America!”

In issue #44 Natasha reveals to their captors that she is not actually a traitor to the communist cause. The Red Guardian’s reaction is to say, “I sensed from the start, my beloved Natasha, that you would never truly betray us! Though I taunted you before, now once again will I be happy to call you… my wife!” And Clint thinks, “Talk about bein’ mixed up! I got myself captured because I thought Natasha was on our side! But now… No! I won’t even think it! I’ve got to trust her.. I’ve got to!” Later, when Hawkeye’s cell mysteriously opens, Clint says, “I gotta catch up with ‘em… before they can do anything to ‘Tasha! ‘Cause I got me a hunch she’s on our side- and that she’s the one who gimmicked my cage!”

Natasha tries to use to distraction of the Captain America and Red Guardian fight to sneak away and destroy the Psychotron, thinking, “This may be my one chance to fulfill the mission for which I have risked all.” General Ling notices and attempts to shoot to kill Natasha, but the Red Guardian jumps in front of the bullet, saying, “Stop! You must not kill tbe woman I lo… Ohhhh!” This allows Natasha to complete her mission in that moment. General Ling tries again, but then Hawkeye arrives, and his arrow at least prevents the shot from being an immediately fatal hit, and he catches Natasha when she falls.

The Avengers all leave the burning ruins of the base. Hercules was going to go back for their enemies and save them, too, but General Ling made one last attempt at killing Captain America, which the Red Guardian stopped, saying, "He... and the woman I have wronged... must live, even though we must die!" And this makes it so that that neither one of them are able to escape.

Natasha explains all of her actions to Clint at the end with, "What does one life matter, my darling... if the world is safe!" He tells her, "One life always matters, 'Tasha! That's what you fought for! Besides, it matters... to me!"

While Natasha is in surgery, Clint tells Steve, "If I should lose her now... just as I've really found her..." Steve tells him, "I... think I know how you feel, partner! But, never abandon hope... no matter how slim it may be! It may not be much... but it's all we've got!" I assume Steve's "I know how you feel" is because of his experiences with Sharon Carter.

After her recovery, Natasha explains her backstory to Clint, with Alexi's faked death and her becoming a spy to avenge him, which I already knew about from retellings of it in other comics. I didn't know about Natasha's assessment of Alexi's behavior, which seemingly implies that he was brainwashed as she was: "They changed him somehow... made him crueller! He seemed hardly the same man I once loved..." Steve tells him, "Ling and his cronies spent years training Alexi... to be just a super-powerful puppet of the state! But, when the chips were down, his feelings for you triumphed over that training... and he died a man!"

I also liked what Steve thinks about the Red Guardian after his death, head in his hands: "From what I've pieced together, I owe my life to... the Red Guardian! Strange... We were born only to clash... Yet there was an invisible bond between us! We fought on different sides... but each by his own code! And, for that code, the man named Alexi was willing to die!"

Timely Publications:

the Captain America stories in Captain America Comics (1941) #18-19

In this batch of 6 stories I went from September 1942 to October 1942, according to the issue cover dates. The stories ranged from 12 to 24 pages, with the outlier of a 4-page story to promote buying war bonds and stamps.

The story “Captain America and the Tomb of Horror” (written by Otto Binder; penciled by Al Avison and George Klein; inked by Syd Shores and George Klein) in Captain America Comics #18 is revealed to be a dream in the end, just like “Captain America and Ivan the Terrible” (written by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby; penciled by Jack Kirby; inked by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby) in Captain America Comics #4. In the "Tomb of Terror" dream Captain America and Bucky are attacked by two foes they've previously defeated, the Black Talon and the Black Toad. It becomes clear it's a dream when Betsy Ross and Sergeant Duffy also inexplicably show up when there's no reason for them to be there with Steve and Bucky in the pyramid in Egypt. In the end Steve wakes up in the sun outside of the pyramid. In the "Ivan the Terrible" dream Captain America and Bucky help Betsy Ross, who is somehow the princess of a faraway kingdom that's being taken over. It's clear it's a dream because Betsy Ross has appeared previously, so we know she's not a princess, but also Steve and Bucky act as though they're meeting her for the first time. In the end Bucky wakes up in his cot at Camp Lehigh.

Also, in Steve’s dream Betsy Ross announces that she and Sergeant Duffy are going to be married, and dream-Bucky interjects, “B-b-but you’re engaged to Steve Rogers!” This is the first I’m hearing that that’s Steve and Betsy’s relationship. Previously she's been portrayed as a secret agent with a positive working relationship with Captain America and a less-positive but not-negative relationship with Steve Rogers. She's friendly with Steve but doesn't always respect him because of his act as an incompetent private.

DC Comics:

Action Comics (2016) #1066 and Superman (2023) #15

These issues were both published this month, June 2024. Both were written by Joshua Williamson. The main story of Action Comics #1066 was drawn by Rafa Sandoval and Miguel Mendonça and colored by Alejandro Sánchez. It also contained a 10-page back-up story titled “Lex and Lena” drawn by Laura Braga and colored by Prasao Rao. And Superman #15 was drawn by Rafa Sandoval and colored by Alejandro Sánchez. This was the conclusion of the “House of Brainiac” event.

The first two pages of the “Lex and Lena” story are made of up panels that are recreations of moments in the original Lena II’s appearances, which I liked. I think the most notable things that are established in that story are that Lena aged at an accelerated rate after she was returned to Lex after her time with Brainiac 13, that period of time in her life not having been depicted before, that Lex had Lena live with her grandmother because he felt that he did not deserve her. This is a far cry from his original treatment of her before he traded her to Brainiac 13. For example, he had her mother put in a coma so that she wouldn’t be competition for him for Lena’s love. I am not really very interested in this era’s portrayal of Lex, particularly in comparison to that previous one it’s working with when it invokes Lena’s history, and it’s difficult for me as a reader to see the throughline of how he changed so significantly. In the “Y2K” event Lex infamously traded his daughter, who he claimed he loved, away for personal gain. In the “House of Brainiac” event Lex risks his life for Lena’s safe, motivated by genuine love, and ultimately sacrifices his intelligence.

I plan on continuing to follow Superman (2023) because I believe Lena will continue to appear in it, even though I’m not necessarily particularly invested in the current stage of things. I assume Lena will have some responsibility in looking after her father or his company. But the next three issues will be a Superman and Zatanna story as part of the “Absolute Power” event.

Batman (2016) Annual #2

This issue was published in November 2017, according to the DC Wiki. It was written by Tom King. The first 30 pages were drawn by Lee Weeks and colored by Elizabeth Breitweiser and the last 8 pages were drawn by Michael Lark and colored by June Chung.

[4-doctor-full-physical]

A guy get examined

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Synopsis: This is a story about a 28/m getting examined and then getting taken advantage of. This is a medical fetish story.

It was an early evening on a Wednesday and I had spent most of the day traveling. I was spending the night at a hotel in Des Moines, Iowa. It was about 6pm when I got to the hotel. I checked in, went up to my room to get settled. I wasn’t feeling the best either. My stomach had been bothering me, like I was hungry or something. I figured I was just hungry, so I called next door to the Applebee’s to order take-out. I went next door and got the food and took it back to my hotel room to eat.

After eating dinner, I still didn’t feel any better. So I went into the bathroom to see if I could do any business to make me feel better. After sitting on the toilet for about 10 minutes and nothing coming out, I figured something was not correct. I looked at my watch and noticed it was already 7pm. Thought to myself that it was a little late to find a doctor or anything, but I figured I’d check the yellow pages. Skimming through the pages I found a listing for a At-Home Doctor. I picked up the phone and called the number listed.

The phone rang 4 times and went to an answering service. I asked the lady if there was a doctor available tonight to make any house calls. She said that she could contact one and have them call me. She I gave her the number listed on the phone next to the bed. I also told her about my stomach bothering me.

About 15 minutes later, the phone rang. It was a male; I’m guessing from the sound of his voice, he was in his early 40s. He asked me about my stomach ache and asked if I did any business in the bathroom. I told him that since I had dinner, my stomach had actually gotten worse. I also told him that I need to get up early in the morning and be on the road by 5:30. He said that he would be right over. I gave him my room number and said I was staying at the Chase Suites on the west side of town. He then asked me if I brought my swim suit with me on my trip. I told him I always pack it, so that I could use the hot tub to relax in. He told me to go relax in the hot tub and he would meet be there.

My room wasn’t anything special. It was just a standard room with 2 full-size beds, a small couch, a semi-comfortable chair/recliner, and a small coffee table between the couch, chair, and TV.

I changed out of my tight jeans and work shirt. Put on a t-shirt and swim trunks. I head down to the pool and get in the hot tub. About 30 minutes go by and after being the only person in the pool room, I was starting to wonder if anyone was going to come into that room. Finally a guy wearing kakis and a nice shirt carrying a small suit case walks in and over by the hut tub.

“Are you Tim?” he asks. I told him I was. He said he was Dr. Russ. Dr. Russ was an average built man with broad shoulders and stood about 5ft 10in. He looked like he kept himself pretty good. He had a smaller gut. Not too fat or thin. Dr. Russ grabbed a towel and asked me we should head back to my room. I dried off and we walked back to my hotel room.

When we got into the room, he set his suit case on the small dresser at the end of the bed. He told me to sit on the couch and he sat down on the chair. He then started going through the basic questions… I told him I was 28, exercised about 2 or 3 times a week even though I have a gut, not like I was really fat or anything. He asked me about being sexually active, and I told him I had sex about twice a week. He asked me when my last physical was, I told him it was probably 5 years ago. He said we wanted to do a full checkup on me.

He got up and walked over to the bed. He opened his suit case and moved a few things around. He then came back over to me with a blood pressure tester, stethoscope, and an oral thermometer. He asked me to remove my shirt. I took off my shirt and sat forward on the couch. The doctor put his stethoscope on my back and on my chest and listened to my breathing. After that he put the cuff over my arm and checked my blood pressure. He noted that it seemed to be a little on the higher side. He then put the thermometer in my mouth and took my temp. He noted that was elevated also.

Dr. Russ asked me if it was just my stomach bothering me, I told him I hadn’t been able to take a crap all day or anything. He said we needed to fix that. He told me to get up, drop my shorts and go lay on my back on the bed. I asked him if I could wear a gown. He said that since this was a house call, privacy was not needed and that I was not allowed to wear a gown. I then pleaded with him to wear a gown. He told me I would be punished for not listening to him in the first place. I then asked him if I would be able to cover myself with a towel while laying on the bed. He raised his voice and told me to drop my shorts now and get on the bed, otherwise he would severely punish me.

I stood up, walked over to the bed and lowered my shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them. I then crawled onto the bed, and laid on my stomach. All of the sudden I feel this real hard smack across my ass. Dr. Russ then yelled at me and told me that if he wanted me on my stomach, he would have told me to get on my stomach. Damn did it hurt. I rolled onto my back and laid there with my hands over my dick. He grabbed my hands and put them by my side. He said any more misbehaving and I would be punished accordingly.

He took his stethoscope and started listening to my stomach area. Then he started pressing his fingers into my lower stomach. After a few moments, he went to his bag and put on some exam gloves. He told me to roll over and get onto my knees and put my head on the pillow. After assuming the position, he took and spread my butt cheeks with one hand, and with the other, I could feel something trying to push into my ass. What I felt was a thermometer. I asked why he was taking my temperature this way. He said it was more accurate than in the mouth. He also said it seemed a little hard to push the thermometer in. He said he thought I was probably a plugged up some. After a few minutes, he withdrew the thermometer and wrote down the temperature. He then put some lotion on one of his fingers and then came back over to the bed. He asked me if I was ready for what was next. I told him not really, but he was the doctor. Again, he parted my ass cheeks with one hand, and with the other, I felt a finger pushing into my ass. He told me to push against his finger. So I pushed a little and all of the sudden I felt his finger push into me. A few seconds later he pulled his finger out and said I would need at least a couple of good enemas. He told me to sit still and he’d be right back.

I heard him go to his bag and then into the bathroom. I heard the water running for a few minutes, but could not see what he was doing. After a few minutes pasted, he finally returned. He told me that this was the first of at least two enemas, and maybe a third. He wanted to clean me out thoroughly. The first one had a smaller nozzle on it. I was still on my knees. He put the nozzle up against my ass hole. Instead of sitting still, I pulled forward. He did not like this at all. But, he made me just lay there. He took and pushed the nozzle in with me laying flat. After a couple of minutes, the bag was emptied. He told me to go into the bathroom and release the water. I got up, walked across the room and went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet for about 5 minutes. He came into the bathroom and told me to get up. I told him I wasn’t done yet. He told me again to get up and go lay on the bed. So I did. While lying on the bed, I heard the water running again. This time he came out with a bigger bag and a bigger nozzle. He said I was going to take in all the water. He also told me to get back up on my knees. I must have been actually enjoying this, because I could feel an erection coming on. With me up on my knees and with my knees apart about a foot, he could see my balls hanging and my erection. He reached between my legs and started playing with my balls and rubbing my 7in hard dick. He said if I cum before he tells me I can, he would severely punish me. After the bag was emptied, he removed the nozzle, but this time, he grabbed something else from the bag. A butt plug. He took and pushed the plug in. The plug wasn’t that big, maybe an inch wide, but it hurt, since I have a virgin ass. After the plug was inserted, he had me lay on my back. With one hand, he would massage my hard dick, with the other, he would massage my stomach. After 5 minutes had passed, he had me go into the bathroom and squat over the toilet. He came in and while I was squatting, he reached behind me and pulled the plug out. He then let me sit and empty myself. After about 5 minutes, he came in and told me to get up. I wiped myself and got up. This time he told me to go stand next to the bed.

I went back into the room. On the edge of the bed, he had set out a few various objects that looked like different anal probes. He told me to get on the bed, on my knees with my head and shoulders flat on the bed. He told me have my knees about a foot apart from each other. After doing so, I saw him grab a smaller probe about a half inch wide by about 6 inches long. He put some lube on it. With one hand he parted my ass cheeks again, and with the other was pushing the probe in. I felt it go in and out several times. It felt like he had pushed it in as far as possible, but then I heard him say that he felt something in there. He pulled it out and grabbed a towel and wiped off the probe. Next he grabbed another probe that was about 9 or 10 inches long, and maybe a little more than an inch wide. He lubed it up and pressed it against my asshole. I felt it go in. He slowly pushed it in and twisted it some, moving it back and forth. My dick was rock hard. I wasn’t sure if I should be turned on by this or not. After a few minutes of going in and out, back and forth, and trying to angle it around, he pulled it out, wiped it off and put it away. He then lubed his gloved fingers and inserted a finger. I could feel him moving his finger in and out. Then I felt 2 fingers. After a minute or two, he pulled the fingers out, took the gloves off and told me to roll over onto my back.

I got onto my back and he start rolling my balls around in his hand. He then grabbed my dick and started playing with that some more. I was about to cum, and I think he knew it also, because he stopped jacking me. He says to me that if I cum before he says I can, I would pay the price.

Dr. Russ then tells me to get off the bed. He walks me to the bath room. He has me stand there as he goes to his bag and pulls out this hose thingy. He shows me the end of it, it looks like a dick about an inch and half wide. He tells me that he’s going to connect it to the faucet in the bathtub and then insert the other end into my ass. I look at him and say “NO WAY IN HELL.” He goes into the bathroom, connects it to the faucet. He comes out, walks over behind me and smacks my ass hard. I jump. He then says for me to get on the floor on my hands and knees and that he was going to give me a spanking. I tell him “NO.” He grabs my shoulder and pushed me to the floor. I get onto my hands and knees. He says if I yell, scream, or start to cry that this will continue much longer. He starts smacking my ass. At first it wasn’t really that hard. After about 10 smacks, he starts getting much much harder. I’m too the point I’m about to either scream or start to cry. Damn did it hurt. After about 25 smacks, he told me to get up and go stand in the tub.

I climbed into the tub. He told me squat down while he inserted the Shower Shot Water Dong. As soon as he had it in, he turned the water on, I could feel myself fill up inside, but at the same time, I could feel the water running down my legs. He made me stand like this for about 10 minutes. He then pulled it out. He said I could then sit on the toilet for a while. After about 15 minutes, he had me go get back on the bed. This time he repositioned himself, so that he would be behind me. He made me put my knees on the edge of the bed, with my feet sticking straight out. He had me lay my head down on the bed. I felt him grab another probe and start probing my ass. After a few minutes he said that I felt much better inside. He then grab a bigger probe. One that stretched my ass some. It was almost inch and three quarters wide and about 9 inches long. I felt him pushing it in and out for about 3 or 4 minutes. He then pulled it out. Then I heard a zipper. I then felt something else pushing into my ass. Before I knew it, he had his dick inside me.

He started fucking me from behind. I felt my dick go rock hard. I thought to myself that this shouldn’t be happening. I thought I was straight. He just kept on pumping. I felt him reach around and rub my dick while he was fucking me from behind. Then he pulled out. Made me roll over and hold my legs up. I then entered me from in front. While he fucked me, he also jacked me. After about 10 minutes of this, I felt myself getting close to cumming. Apparently he was getting close also. I felt my ass stretch a little further. Then I felt him cumming. He just kept fucking me has he was cumming. My ass was hurting. Then I started cumming. I shot load after load. Most of my load hit him. After he was finished, he pulled out. Zipped himself up. He reached over to his bag and pulled out a butt plug and pushed it into my ass. He said I had to sit on it for awhile. He didn’t tell me how long or anything.

After about 10 minutes. He had most of this things put away. He then told me to roll over onto my stomach again. He pulled the butt plug out. He then grabbed a thermometer and inserted that. After a minute he says, your temp is still elevated. You will need another exam soon. He then had me lay back onto my back. He felt my stomach and said that I didn’t feel constipated anymore. Gave me some aspirin and told me to clean up and get some sleep.

In the morning I woke up and felt like so refreshed that I wanted to schedule another appointment. Too bad I never got his full name or direct number. The next time I was in town, I called the same number, but the lady that answered the phone said that they no longer do house calls.

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Polygraph Tests in Limerick, Ireland: Insights and Attractions In the heart of Ireland, Limerick stands as a city rich in history, culture, and technological advancements. Among its modern contributions is the increasing use of polygraph tests. These lie detector tests, once the stuff of spy novels and courtroom dramas, have found a niche in various sectors within Limerick, from security screenings to resolving personal disputes. This article delves into the intricacies of polygraph tests in Limerick, providing valuable insights, answering common questions, and highlighting points of interest related to this fascinating subject. What is a Polygraph Test? A polygraph test measures physiological indicators such as blood pressure, pulse, respiration, and skin conductivity while the subject answers a series of questions. The belief is that deceptive answers will produce physiological responses that can be detected by the polygraph. In Limerick, as in many parts of the world, these tests are used by law enforcement, private corporations, and even individuals seeking the truth in various matters. Q&A on Polygraph Tests in Limerick How Accurate Are Polygraph Tests in Limerick? The accuracy of polygraph tests can vary, with proponents claiming up to 90% accuracy under certain conditions. However, this is subject to the skill of the examiner, the quality of the equipment, and the specific methodology used. In Limerick, polygraph examiners often undergo rigorous training to ensure high standards. Can Anyone Undergo a Polygraph Test in Limerick? In theory, yes. However, the use of polygraph tests in Limerick is typically reserved for specific situations such as pre-employment screenings for sensitive positions, criminal investigations, or personal matters where all parties agree to the test. Consent is a key factor in the ethical administration of these tests. Where Can I Find a Reputable Polygraph Tester in Limerick? Reputable polygraph testers in Limerick are often affiliated with professional organizations that uphold strict standards of practice. Seeking referrals from legal professionals or researching accredited practitioners online are good starting points. Points of Interest Related to Polygraph Testing in Limerick Limerick’s status as a hub for technological innovation extends to advancements in polygraph technology. Companies and startups focused on enhancing the accuracy and reliability of polygraph tests contribute to a vibrant community interested in forensic science and psychological assessment. Polygraph tests in Limerick, Ireland, represent a fascinating intersection of technology, psychology, and ethics. While the city itself does not specifically stand out for polygraph testing, the hypothetical points of interest and the broader context of such tests reflect a global curiosity about truth and deception. For those in Limerick and beyond, understanding polygraph tests uncovers deeper themes of trust, truth, and the lengths to which society goes to uncover them. Whether through legal debates, technological advancements, or personal inquiries, the quest for truth continues to shape our world in profound ways.

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Testing equipment is a broad term that encompasses a wide range of tools and devices used to evaluate the properties and performance of materials, products, and processes. These instruments play a vital role in ensuring the quality and safety of goods and services, and they are used in a variety of industries, including manufacturing, construction, healthcare, and environmental protection.Testing equipment can be broadly categorized into two main types: destructive and non-destructive. Destructive testing involves damaging or destroying the item being tested in order to assess its properties. This type of testing is often used for materials testing, such as tensile testing and impact testing. Non-destructive testing, on the other hand, does not damage the item being tested. This type of testing is often used for product testing, such as ultrasonic testing and radiographic testing. The most common types of testing equipment include: Voltmeters and ammeters: These devices are used to measure electrical voltage and current, respectively. Multimeters: These devices combine the functions of a voltmeter, ammeter, and ohmmeter into a single unit. Oscilloscopes: These devices are used to display electrical signals as waveforms on a screen. Signal generators: These devices are used to generate electrical signals of different frequencies and amplitudes. Power supplies: These devices are used to provide a stable source of electrical power. Ovens and furnaces: These devices are used to heat materials at controlled temperatures. Centrifuges: These devices are used to separate substances of different densities from solutions. Incubators: These devices are used to provide controlled temperature environments for the growth of cultures. In addition to these general-purpose testing instruments, there are also many specialized types of testing equipment that are designed for specific applications. For example, there are testing instruments for measuring the hardness of metals, the strength of concrete, the purity of water, and the emissions of vehicles. Testing equipment is an essential tool for ensuring the quality and safety of goods and services. It is used in a wide variety of industries, and it plays a vital role in protecting the public health and safety. Here is a list of common testing equipment used in school and college laboratories: 1.Microscopes: Compound microscope Stereo microscope 2. Glassware: Beakers Test tubes Petri dishes Graduated cylinders 3. Chemistry Equipment: Bunsen burners Pipettes pH meters Centrifuges 4. Physics Equipment: vernier calipers Oscilloscopes Spectrometers Electromagnets 5. Biology Equipment: Dissection kits Microtomes Incubators Autoclaves 6. Environmental Testing: Weather stations pH meters for soil testing Water quality testing kits 7. Electronics Equipment: Multimeters Function generators Oscilloscopes Breadboards 8. Computer Science Lab: Computers and laptops etwork analyzers Microcontroller boards (e.g., Arduino, Raspberry Pi) 9. Geology Equipment: Rock and mineral kits Sediment sieves GPS devices 10. Material Science: Tensile testing machines Hardness testers Microhardness testers 11. Safety Equipment: Safety goggles Lab coats Emergency showers and eyewash stations 12. General Lab Equipment: Hot plates Magnetic stirrers Scales and balances Autoclaves 13.Mathematics Lab: Geometric models Graphing calculators Mathematical manipulatives 14.Language Lab: Headphones with microphones Language learning software Recording equipment 15.Robotics Lab: Robot kits Sensors (e.g., ultrasonic sensors, gyroscopes) Programmable controllers 16. Astronomy Lab: Telescopes Star charts Solar filters 17. Health Science Lab: Stethoscopes Blood pressure monitors Skeleton models 18. Psychology Lab: Reaction time timers Psychophysiological monitoring equipment Cognitive testing tools

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Inside a Decades-Long Quest to Measure Love In the fall of 1937, Ed Keefer was a senior in the school of engineering at the University of Toledo in Ohio. Tall, slender, and bespectacled, Keefer was the president of the calculus club, the vice-president of the engineering club, and a member of the school’s exclusive all-male honor society. He also invented the Cupidoscope. The electrical device could not have been more perfectly designed to bring campus-wide fame to its creators, Keefer and his less sociable classmate John Hawley. It promised to reveal, with scientific precision, if a couple was truly in love. As the inventors explained to a United Press reporter as news of their innovation spread, the Cupidoscope delivered on its promise “in terms called ‘amorcycles,’ the affection that the college girl has for her boyfriend.” Built in the school’s physics laboratory, the Cupidoscope was fashioned from an old radio cabinet, a motor spark coil, and an electrical resistor. To test their bond, a man and a woman would grip electrodes on either side of the Cupidoscope and move them toward one another until the woman felt a spark—not of attraction, but of electricity. The higher her tolerance for this mild current, the more of a love signal the meter registered. A needle decorated with hearts purported to show her devotion on a scale that ranged from “No hope” to “See preacher!” It all sounds like a slightly painful party game—but the Cupidoscope was one experiment in a serious, decades-long quest to quantify love, from the bond between two people to one’s personal appeal to possible partners. This undertaking garnered the attention of leading scientists across the United States and in Europe in the early years of the 20th century, and though some of the science behind it might still have a place in the study of emotion, it is memorialized most prominently in the penny arcade mainstay known as the Love Tester. Folklore is filled with rituals designed to take the guesswork out of romance. The full moon, fire, the annual harvest—all have been used, and in some cases still are used, to predict the path of true love, so it follows that technological innovation would lead to new strategies for divination. In the United States and Western Europe in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the professionalization of medicine and widespread adoption of electricity held the promise of new insights into the metaphorical heart and that elusive romantic energy, to say nothing of the very real understanding of the heart’s actual electrical signals. As early as 1901, a Philadelphia attorney was advocating for taking such inventions seriously: “Love-meters are in demand by every young man and woman and should be patented.” By 1910 newspapers were bemoaning that “science is slowly killing romance.” Early innovations included the plethysmograph, a doctor’s instrument still used today for measuring changes in volume in the body. In the University of Pennsylvania laboratory of esteemed psychologist Lightner Witmer, the New York World reported. the device was employed to see if the name of a certain young man or woman stirred the blood enough to register a signal. Detecting love, ardor, or appeal was a relatively light-hearted experiment that grew out of a darker scientific pursuit of the early 20th century: detecting lies. Many of the same hypotheses that drove the development of the polygraph—that truth or deceit can (kind of) be read in the variations of one’s respiration, blood pressure, and heart rate—drove attempts to create a love meter, but the latter research was far more fun. Columbia University professor William Marston proved this when, in 1928, he hooked his version of this contraption up to a group of actresses in a Manhattan theater. He showed them love scenes starring Greta Garbo and John Gilbert, and claimed he could determine each woman’s emotional reaction. The media ate up the exhibition, and Marston’s far-less-than-scientific findings: that brunettes are more loving and passionate than blondes. Would-be love doctors popped up everywhere. Scientists at a hospital in London claimed to have developed a “psychogalvanic” instrument that could detect affection in the electrical conductance of the skin, as did C.A. Rucknick, a University of Iowa professor whose “emotion meter” used sweat as a sign of romance. His method, which involved attaching electrodes to the palm of the hand, was superior to earlier ones that tracked respiration because “the activity of the sweat glands is absolutely involuntary,” he told the Associated Press. “Persons are learning to control their breathing.” (Skin conductance, like respiration and heart rate, remain measures used to assess emotional response today—if not love, exactly.) The Society for Electrical Development, a group established to lobby on behalf of the electricity industry, advocated for discovering the truth of the metaphorical heart by monitoring the physical one with the “telegraphone,” a device worn on the chest to detect flutters in the presence of a lover. The same idea, newspapers from Connecticut to California reported, was endorsed by French cardiologist Rene Lutembacher, who was better known for his studies of abnormalities of the actual cardiac muscle. And at Westinghouse Electric Co., a research engineer proposed that love was a form of radiation, According to the Associated Press, he promised that “in the near future we may be able to capture and interpret these personality and thoughts through electrical impulses.” Into this fray stepped J. Frank Meyer. He was not a scientist, but an entrepreneur who had made his name first as a printer, producing the (sometimes risqué) novelty cards in demand at the penny arcades that were newly popular in the 1910s. By 1920, Meyer had established the Exhibit Supply Company in Chicago to build the machines that sold the cards for a penny a piece, and then, when the arcades began to lose their audience to movie theaters, Meyer got more inventive, dreaming up a host of new “amusement machines” that combined modern mechanical and electrical know-how with eternal human insecurities: Are you strong enough? Are you fast enough? Could anyone love you? In a patent application submitted in August 1930, Meyer sketched the first penny arcade love meter—less a measure of attraction between two people than a single person’s appeal. It was a tall, narrow wooden cabinet with elegant Queen Anne feet that made it look like a hutch in a formal dining room. Users would insert a penny and then grip a gleaming metal handle molded to the shape of the fingers. The machine would then measure the user’s level of passion, from “cold” to “uncontrollable.” Several months later Meyer would name it the “Love Tester,” and submit a design patent application for a metal panel that read “Measure your sex appeal on this love meter.” Versions of the Love Tester appeared to have been manufactured even before the patent was granted in 1933, but into the late 1930s, the appearance of the love meter at a local arcade was still enough of a novelty to warrant a newspaper mention. As scientists continued to pursue the ultimate proof of love in the laboratory, anyone with a penny could experiment at the arcade. The science underlying Meyer’s creation was as substantial as that of any of the love meters that had come before it—which is to say, there was none. When the user gripped the handle of the Love Tester, it did not detect the pulse or measure the conductance. The action set a wheel spinning inside the machine. When friction slowed it to a stop, the completed electrical circuit would light up a bulb on the meter at random. Love, it was saying, was just roulette. It’s impossible to know if Ed Keefer and John Hawley had originally intended their love meter, the Cupidoscope, to earn them professional fame or simply invitations to the semester’s sorority bashes. (The invitations were forthcoming.) But after University of Toledo psychologist W.E. McClure dismissed the invention as, in the words of the Associated Press, “too crude” to register evidence of love, Keefer was determined to show the Cupidoscope was fit for more than a penny arcade. McClure went on to say that the device might “pave the way for scientific research to test the resistance of the individual to electrical shock under emotional strain or it may be improved to measure the determination of a subject to make a good impression before a group,” but that does not seem to have lessened the blow of the criticism. In the first days of 1938, Keefer was presented with a national platform to prove the value of his invention when he was invited to introduce the Cupidoscope to the country on the popular CBS radio show We the People. The machine was to be tested live from Radio City by a newly married couple. But the producers already knew the outcome. They had no more need for scientific accuracy than arcade goers who pumped tens of thousands of pennies into the Love Tester, so they handed Keefer a script and didn’t bother to plug in the Cupidometer. The Cupidometer—like all efforts before and all those after—was destined to be nothing more than a gimmick, a niche the Love Meter had proved could be quite lucrative. After his trip to New York, the University of Toledo student newspaper reported, Keefer discarded the failed science experiment, but it was soon resurrected by two enterprising sophomores who cared less about how much a woman loved her man than how much she might come to love a brand, say, a particular type of sliced bread. They tried to sell the Cupidometer as a marketing tool: Before trying the sponsor’s product, a couple’s love was lackluster, afterward, the Cupidometer registered bliss. https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/history-of-love-tester

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Before

Single Parents AU, part 2/prequel

For Rowan Week, Day 4: When Aelin is away. *nervous laughter* heh. Posting early bc why not? 🤭

Word count: 2,507

Warnings: I'm just going to hide now

Enjoy (?)

@rowaelinscourt

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"Hey, babe." Rowan appeared from gods knew where, sliding his arm around Aelin's shoulders and almost making her jump out of her skin before she recognized her boyfriend.

"Holy gods!" she gasped, pressing one hand over her heart. "I think my blood pressure just spiked, Ro!"

"Sorry," he murmured into her hair, muffling his little snort of laughter.

"No you're not," she laughed, affectionately swatting his chest.

He smirked. "Nope!"

"Whyever do I put up with you?" she teased, leaning into his side as they headed down the hall towards their next class, one of the only two classes they shared this semester.

And gods, did they make the most out of their shared classes.

~

Classes over for the day, Aelin laced her fingers with Rowan's as the two of them headed out to the parking lot and dumped their backpacks in the backseat of his old SUV. Rowan, being the teenage gentleman that he was, held open the passenger door for her.

"Want food?" he grinned, very much knowing the answer.

"When do I not?" she laughed, stealing a kiss as he slipped into the driver's seat.

"Touché," he snorted. "I was more asking where you wanted to go, Fireheart."

She beamed. "Can we just go to your house, babe?"

"Huh?"

A little sheepishly, she flushed. "Well, I'm kind of broke and don't get paid until next week, and I've been craving some of Enna's savory scones, soooo..." She trailed off.

"And wouldn't you know, Mom just baked a fresh batch of bacon-cheddar scones," her boyfriend grinned, winking at her.

The brightest, most eager grin spread across Aelin's face. "Yay!"

"I swear," Rowan laughed, pulling onto the road, "you love food more than me, babe."

"I've been exposed!" she gasped dramatically, pretending to hide her face. "The truth is out!"

"I should have known," her boyfriend teased. He turned off into the residential streets and drove through the neighborhoods until he reached his street and parked in front of his house. There, he hopped out and ran around to the passenger side to open Aelin's door, insistent as always that he do those little things for her.

Damn, but it made her fall in love with him a little more each time.

As she walked into the Whitethorns' warm, inviting home, Aelin took a deep inhale, catching the scent of baking and beaming. "I smell scones!"

"My favorite poison tester!" Enna Whitethorn exclaimed, appearing from the living room to give her son's girlfriend a hug. "I wasn't expecting you two so soon."

"Mm, well, I got hungry," Aelin laughed.

"Naturally," Enna teased. "Well, you've come to the right place, my dear."

"No 'how was your day' for me?" Rowan pouted, grinning at his mother.

She flicked his nose. "Says the boy who told me two days ago that he's not going to eat sweets anymore because of some nonsense about training."

"No!" Aelin gasped dramatically, clutching her boyfriend's hands. "Say it isn't true!"

"Uh..." A blush bloomed on Rowan's cheeks. "Sorry, Fireheart."

"Traitor!" she exclaimed, pretending to faint in his arms. "I guess I'll just have to trick you into eating dessert, hmm?"

"Not when it's my favorite kind," he murmured into her ear, low enough that only she heard.

"Buzzard!" She swatted his chest, bright crimson flaring on her face.

Rowan smirked, trailing one hand down to her hip. "See, babe--"

"Not in my kitchen!" Enna interrupted, breaking the two apart before they could actually make any moves.

"Sorry," both of them mumbled, Aelin peeling off to go and snag two of Enna's freshly baked scones, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping her as she tasted the deliciously savory flavors.

Perhaps she made that sigh a little bit more explicit than strictly necessary.

From the way he nearly choked on his water, Rowan certainly noticed.

~

Rainy spring warmed into sunny early summer, and before anyone knew it, Aelin and Rowan and all their friends were turning in their last finals, picking up caps and gowns, and sitting through a long boring graduation rehearsal while the principal blathered on about protocol and other such banalities. They were days from graduating high school, surely they could all take in a simple list of instructions on what not to do and go from there.

"Hope they're at least getting paid for this," Rowan snickered when the class was finally released and he could sling his arm around Aelin as they walked towards his car.

She snorted. "Babe, it's their job, of course they're getting paid." She threw him a wink. "Probably by the word, if Arobitch's speech was any indication."

Her boyfriend roared with laughter, stopping in the middle of the parking lot to double over, hands on his thighs. "Holy fuck, Fireheart!" he gasped, wiping tears of merriment from his eyes. "Arobitch?!"

Giggling, she shrugged. "Fits, yeah?"

"Hell yeah." Arobynn Hamel, the principal of Orynth Central High, was notorious for his, well, bitchiness. And the way his eye roved over any girl with the slightest amount of skin exposed, but that was a different matter.

Aelin winked broadly. "I'm half-tempted to call him that in my speech, y'know, since we have to address the staff and all that." She was one of the three valedictorians, and each of them had to give a speech at the graduation ceremony.

"Please do," Rowan begged his girlfriend, beaming as he opened her door for her. "Please, Ae, it'd make my whole damn high school career."

"What career?" she snickered wickedly. "Having the whole cheer team wet dreaming about you?"

Once again, Rowan wheezed, his face flaming bright red. "NO!" he yelped. "Never!"

Aelin cackled, reaching over to pet her boyfriend's hair affectionately. "Lighten up, Ro, they know you're mine."

"And they know I'm not the kind of loose guy they want," he muttered, finally calming himself.

She pecked a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the best kind of guy, buzzard. The best."

If only she'd known then how quickly she would eat her words.

~

August seventeenth. The date still made Rowan's heart jolt painfully.

The day he'd told Aelin they would never last.

She knocked on his front door bright and early, beaming far too cheerfully for the ungodly hour of nine o'clock on a Friday. "Hey, buzzard."

"Hey, Fireheart," he mumbled, rubbing the sleepiness from his bleary eyes.

She chuckled and pecked a kiss onto his jaw. "I'll get you some coffee."

"Please," he begged, following her eagerly into his kitchen.

She grinned. "All right, calm down, Ro, I'm getting your caffeine all ready, I promise."

He grinned sleepily. "Love you."

"Love you more."

Properly caffeinated and somewhat more ready to face the day, Rowan led Aelin upstairs and let her survey his room, which was rather a mess of clothes and shoes and boxes and other stuff all over the floor and his bed. A little awkwardly, he scratched the back of his neck. "It's, uh...coming along?"

Aelin smothered her laughter, but a tiny little snort slipped out, her bright eyes twinkling. "Good gods above, Ro."

He laughed, banding his arms around her. "Go ahead and laugh at me, Ae, I know I'm a slob."

Her laughter pealed through the room. "You're not a slob, baby, you're just...disorganized?"

He smirked crookedly. "I know what that means, Fireheart."

She pinched his side. "And you're not complaining about it, are you?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"So polite." She threw him a wink as he walked to his closet and found a clean t-shirt and shorts, conveniently forgetting to put the shirt on as he dropped onto the floor next to her.

"So?"

"I'm not doing all your packing for you," she teased.

He snorted softly, tugging on the end of her braid. "Of course not. I just can't do this all alone, y'know?"

"Yeah." She smirked. "You'd be throwing shit into random boxes and hoping it doesn't break."

"Mean!" he squawked, indignant.

Aelin dodged his attempt to tickle her, snickering. "Honest, babe."

"Not fair," he grumbled, pouting adorably.

"Life ain't fair, babe," she grinned, turning her attention back to the boxes. "Right. What do you need..."

~

By the end of the day, all of the boxes were packed and taped shut, Aelin's neat handwriting in blocky capitals labelling the contents of each cardboard box. His clothes and shoes and other more necessary things were either in suitcases or in somewhat neater piles on the floor and his bed, ready to be packed in the next couple days before he and his parents made the nine-hour drive to his university.

Gods, why did he have to be so far away?

Aelin knew it was because of his athletic scholarship, knew it was because he was a talented hockey player that half the colleges in Erilea had been drooling over, but still--she wished he'd chosen to attend Orynth State University with her. Wendlyn University was so far away.

"Hey." As if he was sensing her thoughts, Rowan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he sat down on his bed with her in his lap.

She leaned into his shoulder, quiet. "Wendlyn's so far," she finally whispered, her uncertainty breaking through. "Are you--" Suddenly, she shook her head, pressing her lips into a thin line. "No, never mind."

"Fireheart." He touched his fingertips to her chin, lifting her eyes to his. "I'm always listening to you."

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "You're going to be so far away," she whispered, her voice as small as her posture, curled into his lap.

He stroked up and down her back, comfortingly. "Nine hours in a car is just a couple hours' flight, Ae."

"And two time zones," she sniffled. "I--I know it's not that far, Ro, I just--gods, I can't shut up the little voice inside of me that says it's going to be too far. That says you're going to---no."

"Going to what?" he prompted, his tone holding only concern.

Aelin just shook her head. "I shouldn't, it's too stupid."

"Love," Rowan said firmly but not unkindly, "nothing you think or say is stupid."

She shook her head again. "This is."

He shifted so she was facing him, her back close to his pillows. "Please, Fireheart."

The worry shining bright in his eyes finally persuaded her. "Ro, I have--" She stopped, cleared her throat. "I have this nagging little voice that I can't quite persuade to piss off that keeps telling me you're going to go off to college and find someone so much better than me. That we're going to fall apart because we're far apart." She glanced up at him, unconsciously twisting the ring around her right ring finger like she always did when she was nervous. "I'm...scared. I'm scared my stupid little fear is going to be true."

Rowan was silent for a long moment, processing what she'd just told him, not sure quite how to respond.

"Great," she mumbled under her breath, "it's already starting."

"No, babe," he instantly responded, reaching out to rest his hands on her shoulders, to immediately put her fears to rest. "Absolutely nothing is starting, I swear to all the gods." He leaned down, seeking to meet her gaze. "Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, I love you. Nothing can break that, not even the distance."

She shrugged off his touch, curling farther into herself. "Then why am I so terrified you're going to stop loving me?"

Hearing her voice that fear, Rowan had no idea how to respond. Any words he could have offered just seemed so inadequate compared to his girlfriend's worry. "I will always love you," he finally murmured, hesitantly reaching toward her.

She released a shuddering sigh, allowing him to rest his hand stop her thigh. "Maybe I've just read too much, Ro, but..." Her eyes welled with tears, far more than just the fear she'd voiced hiding behind the walls of her mind. "What if all the books and stuff are right?"

Damn the way he responded. Damn his stupid teenage rashness.

"Love, that's Arobynn talking, isn't it?"

Just as suddenly as she'd become vulnerable, her shields snapped back up, her hackles raising. "Who the hell said you could bring up that name?"

Instantly, he reversed course. "Shit, I'm sorry, Ae, I didn't think--"

"No." Her voice was hollow, dull. "You didn't think."

"I'm--"

"I thought we'd agreed we didn't ever mention that asshole." Hurt broke through her eyes, hurt and...and betrayal.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Ae, I didn't realize I'd said it." Rowan rubbed his forehead, the usual gesture of his worry.

"That's the problem!" she burst out, using her anger to hide her hurt. "I've overlooked it until now, Ro, thinking I loved you, thinking you loved me, but godsdammit, I can't anymore." She gulped. "I can't keep letting you do this shit."

"You just can't, can you?" he bit out, also angry now.

"Can't what, Rowan?" Fuck, she never used his full name.

"Can't believe anything that counters your thoughts is true," he retorted, blindly reacting. "Can't just trust me when I fucking promise you that I'm not going anywhere because you--" That time, he cut himself off.

But she knew what he was going to say.

Knew what he meant.

Because you trust your horrible foster father's judgment more than me.

Something deep inside her heart snapped at that, the last thread of betrayal. "I never thought I'd hear you of all people saying that," she whispered, her voice cracking, shattering alongside her heart.

"Aelin--"

"No, Rowan." For the first time since she could remember, she pulled away from his pleading hands, curled into herself rather than into him. "Just...no."

Slowly, his heart breaking with each step, Rowan moved backwards, moved away from Aelin, left a space yawning between them for the first time since he could remember. Her gaze never left his face, the haunted hollow dullness of her eyes piercing straight through his soul.

Then she pushed herself up off his bed, still staring at him, the look in her eyes shifting, becoming distant. Like she was looking more through him than at him. Her arms dropped down by her sides, one hand curled into the tight fist he knew meant she was digging her fingernails into the skin of her palm to keep herself together. Using that sharp flare of pain to keep herself from shattering.

He'd done that to her.

Him and his idiot words.

"I'm sorry, Aelin," he breathed, one last desperate attempt to try and mend what he'd broken.

She just shook her head, sorrow flickering across her face, and walked out of his room.

A moment later, he heard his front door gently open and close, followed by the muffled spluttering wheeze of her car's engine coming to life. Then the motor sound faded, and she was gone.

Just like that.

Gods, what he wouldn't give to beg at her feet for a chance to repent. He hoped--he just hoped--that it wouldn't be years before he could see her again.

~~~

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