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whumpypepsigal · 1 year ago
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Extraction 2 (2023): “Multiple gunshot wounds. Airway’s secured.”
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autobot2001 · 7 months ago
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It Was An Accident
Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jayce causes J.R. intense pain. The decition is to sedate her rather than make her wait for the pain relief medicine to kick in. From ch. 67 of Emotional Pain Hurts as Much as Physical Pain.
@medwhumpmay day 4; sedation
Jayce’s P.O.V. J.R. watched as I walked into the room. Crosshairs is asleep on the other bed. She pointed to the mask she is wearing and then the monitor.  “If you think you’ll be ok,” I say before taking the mask off, setting it within easy reach, and turning the oxygen off. Then she needed water.  “Much better,” she said after drinking from the water bottle I filled. “Until you have to go to the bathroom,” I laugh. “Oh crud, I forget about the damn chest tube. Wait for Jamie to check if it can be removed. I mean..,” she trailed off “It’s fine, I know what you mean,” I laugh. We watched Crosshairs on the other bed. “Oops,” we both said before laughing. Crosshairs moves to sit on the bed. “What’s so funny?” He asks. “Nothing,” J.R. says, smiling.  I attempt to move aside but trip on the chair’s leg, falling onto J.R. “GET OFF!” She yells as tears roll down her face. “It’s all right, Jayce, just an accident,” Crosshairs says before trying to calm J.R. “It hurts so bad,” she sobs. That much pain, even with the pain medication that kept her pain-free until now, shit. “What happened?” Drift asks as he walks up to the bed. “I hurt her again,” I cry. “It was an accident, Jayce,” Crosshairs repeats himself. J.R. doesn't know what to do. Though she can’t move much with the chest tube in place, it hurts to move, but it hurts to stay still. Crosshairs can’t sit with her on the bed either. Drift takes me to the front of the room. “It’s ok, you didn’t mean to hurt her,” Drift says as he hugs me. “This is why I need to go home,” I cry. “No, Jayce…” J.R. starts, but I can tell talking hurts. Damn it; the infusion is just about finished. I can’t increase the rate. Not sure if that would even help. Localized pain relief won’t help. Damn it; J.R. will be in much pain for at least two hours. I prep another IV bag of pain relief medication, trying to ignore J.R.’s crying, while Drift helps Crosshairs comfort her. This is the perfect time for you to walk in, Jamie. I think. I’m about to sedate J.R. to help her, but I don’t want to do it if you won’t agree with me. Crosshairs tells me he and Jamie talked about sedating J.R., and she was leaving it up to him. He permitted me to sedate J.R. I inject the drug, and we watch J.R. fall asleep before I connect the new IV bag of pain relief medication, keeping the settings the same as before. “It’s ok, just an accident,” Crosshairs repeats as he hugs me. I’ve been trying not to cry, but I can’t keep myself from crying any longer. Crosshairs laid me on the other bed. I hate how this is routine now. He knows I could end up having a seizure, an anxiety, or a panic attack.
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gstc123 · 15 days ago
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Thoracic Drainage Catheter for Fluid Removal and Relief
thoracic drainage catheter is a medical device used to remove air, fluid, or blood from the pleural space (the area between the lungs and chest wall). It is commonly employed in the treatment of conditions such as pneumothorax (collapsed lung), pleural effusion (fluid accumulation), hemothorax (blood in the pleural space), or after chest surgery or trauma.
Key features of a thoracic drainage catheter
Flexible Material: Typically made of soft, biocompatible materials like silicone or polyurethane, allowing for easy insertion and reduced tissue irritation.
Multiple Sizes: Available in various sizes and diameters to accommodate different patient needs, from small-bore catheters for air drainage to larger ones for fluid or blood drainage.
Multiple Drainage Holes: Equipped with multiple side holes near the distal end to enhance fluid or air drainage from the pleural cavity.
One-Way Valve: Many thoracic catheters include a one-way valve or a flutter valve to prevent backflow of air or fluid, ensuring that expelled air or fluids cannot re-enter the pleural space.
Radiopaque Tip: The catheter may have a radiopaque tip, allowing it to be visible on X-ray or ultrasound for accurate placement and monitoring.
Suture or Fixation Mechanism: Some catheters feature a mechanism for securing the catheter in place, such as a suture or a dedicated fixation device, to prevent accidental dislodgement.
common uses Of Thoracic Drainage Catheter
thoracic drainage catheter is commonly used in the management of various medical conditions involving the pleural space (the area between the lungs and chest wall). Some of the most common uses include.
1. Pneumothorax (Collapsed Lung)
Purpose: To remove air from the pleural space and allow the lung to re-expand. Pneumothorax can occur due to trauma, lung disease, or spontaneously, causing chest pain and difficulty breathing.
2. Pleural Effusion (Fluid in the Pleural Space)
Purpose: To drain excess fluid (such as from heart failure, infection, cancer, or liver disease) that has accumulated in the pleural cavity. Fluid accumulation can impair lung expansion and cause difficulty breathing.
3. Hemothorax (Blood in the Pleural Space)
Purpose: To drain blood that has accumulated in the pleural space, typically following trauma (e.g., rib fractures or surgical procedures) or bleeding disorders. The drainage helps prevent complications like infection or lung collapse.
4. Post-Surgical Drainage
Purpose: After thoracic surgery (e.g., lung resection, heart surgery, or esophageal surgery), a thoracic drainage catheter may be used to remove any air, blood, or fluids that may accumulate in the pleural space to ensure proper healing and lung expansion.
5. Chylothorax (Lymphatic Fluid in the Pleural Space)
Purpose: To drain chyle (a milky fluid containing lymph and fat) from the pleural cavity, often caused by injury or blockage of the thoracic duct, sometimes due to surgery, trauma, or malignancy.
6. Post-Trauma
Purpose: Following a chest tube (e.g., stab wound, rib fracture, or blunt trauma), a thoracic drainage catheter can be inserted to remove blood, air, or fluid from the pleural cavity to prevent lung collapse and improve oxygenation.
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Types Of Chest Tube
1. Standard Chest Tube (Thoracostomy Tube)
Purpose: Commonly used for draining air, blood, or fluid from the pleural space, especially after trauma or surgery.
Size: Available in various sizes, typically from 8 French (small) to 40 French (large), depending on the nature of the drainage needed (e.g., air vs. blood).
Features: Often has multiple side holes near the distal end for effective drainage and can be used for both air and fluid removal. It is typically connected to a drainage system with a water seal or suction.
2. Pigtail Catheter
Purpose: A smaller, less invasive option, primarily used for drainage of air, fluid, or blood in cases where a larger chest tube might be unnecessary.
Size: Usually smaller (8-14 French) and has a coiled, pigtail-like design at the distal end to help anchor it in place and reduce the risk of dislodgement.
Features: The coiled tip helps it curl inside the pleural cavity, making it a good option for less invasive procedures and for patients requiring smaller drainage.
3. Sump Drain
Purpose: Often used for draining infected or viscous fluids (like pus) from the pleural space, including in cases of empyema or post-surgical drainage.
Size: Typically larger in diameter (18-32 French), allowing for more efficient removal of thick or clotted fluids.
Features: Has a double-lumen design (one for drainage and one for air venting), which helps to prevent clogging and maintain continuous drainage.
4.Drainage Catheters for Pneumothorax (Air Drainage Catheters)
Purpose: Primarily designed to drain air from the pleural space, such as in cases of spontaneous or post-traumatic pneumothorax.
Size: Smaller diameter (8-14 French), designed to allow air drainage while minimizing the risk of lung injury.
Features: Usually placed in a more superficial location in the pleural cavity and often connected to a simple water-seal drainage system, or in some cases, light suction.
6. Blake Drain
Purpose: A type of surgical drain commonly used for draining fluid or blood from the pleural cavity or surgical site.
Size: Typically smaller in diameter (10-24 French), designed for use in less invasive drainage applications.
Features: Made of silicone, the Blake drain has a smooth, flexible design and multiple channels to enhance drainage. It is typically used for drainage of post-surgical or chronic fluid collections.
thoracic drainage catheter is selected based on the specific medical condition being treated, the volume of air or fluid to be drained, the duration of drainage, and the patient's overall health. These catheters are critical for managing pleural conditions and supporting the healing process in a variety of clinical scenarios.
Thoracic drainage catheters come in various sizes and may be placed using a sterile technique, often with the aid of imaging (like ultrasound or X-ray) to ensure correct placement. Once in position, the catheter helps re-expand the lung and restore normal breathing function by maintaining proper pressure within the chest cavity.
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gstc-366 · 7 months ago
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divinit3a · 1 month ago
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cw body horror
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help. they used up the vfx budget (again)
a secret third thing (eclipse) to horror sun / moon possible design for playing along (ao3 link!!)
tidbits to chew on: ☆ a protocol to shut down entertainment functions for security purposes ☆ ripped moons hat (again) ☆ birthday boy :o)
i am bad at being sneaky. i LOVE yapping. but i will leave them more vague... mwehehe >:)
instead! if u have Eclipse hcs ... then, I'd love to hear Your thoughts ^-^<3
places down the treat of the day
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bonus treat round ♩ parade
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mcatmemoranda · 2 years ago
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If pt is going for a chest tube without anesthesia, the pt needs to be NPO for 4 hours. If the pt will be sedated for the procedure, then the pt should be NPO for 6 hours.
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myresusfantasy · 6 months ago
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(1990) Junk - Movie (Maria Selyanskaya) - CPR.
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seenfull · 9 months ago
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for the love of God put Ronnie in a skirt and crop top please
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He likes dresses better than skirts, though the lack of pockets in either makes wearing them a bit annoying.
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florwal · 2 months ago
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sorry i’ve been so inactive 😭 i’ve been getting lots of sweet messages asking when i’m coming back to youtube and i promise i will eventually! my mom’s still cancer free but the chemo and radiation really took a toll on her body and the area where she had everything removed got infected and that caused a fistula. she was hospitalized and almost went into sepsis and that was terrifying but i’m glad she’s finally getting the care she needs. her original doctor didn’t give a fuck, him not listening to her for months is the reason everything got so bad but she’s not gonna be seeing him anymore.
she recently had another surgery and now she’s gotta go to a different hospital so she can be seen by an infectious disease specialist and get ANOTHER operation but the place didn’t have a bed for her so she’s at home until the next surgery. i’m still the main person taking care of her but home health nurses stop by once a week. i’ll be alright just super stressed and busy lmao. i really love and appreciate y’all so much. 💘
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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How the hell do you draw a skinny Howdy-
I wanna draw him skinny but he looks weird if I don't give him big ol' boobies and I don't wanna give him big ol' boobies!!
uhhhh ok i broke him down to his bare essentials:
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lost-onpurpose · 8 months ago
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3/5: Mom has follow up for hospital stay. Gets put back in hospital.
3/8: Drained mom's lung again. 1.5 liters.
3/10: Mom gets discharged
3/16: Mom goes to ER. Pleural effusion is back and way way worse. Gets chest tube put in. Pull off 2 liters of fluid but there's still more. I pass out in the ER room and get checked out. Surprise surprise it's stress related. Can't imagine what I have to be stressed over. Mom admitted to hospital. Could be weeks this time.
I'm literally fucking breaking from this. My bad knee hurts worse than it ever has. I can't eat. I can't sleep. My body has literally collapsed from this now.
Please just give me a fucking break. I can't keep going like this.
The last month has felt like a badly scripted soap opera.
1/22: Sister passed out at the store. ER found no cause.
1/23: Sister called from school bathroom floor because too dizzy to stand. She went to different ER and they determined migraine/dehydration. IV fluids helped.
1/24-1/26: Residual migraine. Missed school.
2/4: Mom got diagnosed with pneumonia. Started meds.
2/7: J called and said Mammaw's oxygen had dropped into the 70s/80s and they were starting her on supplemental oxygen. She wasn't very coherent but she was alert. The only coherent thing she said was making me and sister promise to take care of Mom. My Aunt S came down to sit with her that night. Alerted her son and the close relatives who live out of state.
2/8: Mammaw fell asleep. Could not wake up. Still breathing. Still had pulse and blood pressure. Called local family and updated our of state family. Stayed with her until 6 pm. Aunt S called at 6:30 pm and told us that Mammaw's breathing had gotten raspy. We went back. She had the death rattle. Called family again. Held Mammaw's hands and talked to her. Told her we'd be okay and it was okay.
2/9: 12:22 am. Hospice nurse called time of death. Called Mammaw's son Uncle J, cousin J, brother, dad, and other Uncle J (didn't realize we had so many J names in the family). 4:00 pm met with the funeral director to start planning. Called Y at the florist and got the casket spray and standing sprays ordered.
2/10-2/13: Helped family find hotels and plane tickets to attend funeral on 2/16.
2/14: Sister did Mammaw's makeup for the services.
2/15: We had private family viewing before services on 2/16. Had dinner with family that we hadn't seen in a while.
2/16: Visitation. Funeral (I spoke some). Graveside service. After service meal.
2/17: Had therapy at 9 am. Cried on my therapist's couch. Went to Barnes and Noble, Five Below, Bath & Body Works, and the mall as an attempt at distraction. Didn't help. Saw family before they left.
2/18: Last of family left to go home. Cried again.
2/20: Mom goes to ER with chest pain (started during funeral planning week but thought it was anxiety). Admitted to hospital with fluid on right lung (lower lobe collapsed, middle lobe collapsing).
2/22: Going to drain lung but she had too much eliquis in her system
2/23: Drained lung. Lidocaine didn't help. She felt it all. 1.4 liters of fluid pulled off. Chest X-ray showed it was almost all of the fluid and lung was reinflating.
2/24: Mom discharged from hospital.
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serickswrites · 3 months ago
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Lonely Place of Longing II
Master list here (includes bios, summary, and chapter links)
Warnings: captivity of sorts, restraints, torture, unconsciousness, wounds, blood, crucifixion mentioned, collapsed lung, chest tube, medical whump, dislocation, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee
Halle spent the next couple of days just orienting herself to Tectus as she hadn’t yet completely assumed her duties as Dylan’s keeper, her team’s quarters, and trying very hard to not forget everyone’s names. The latter was proving to be more difficult than she initially thought. Everyone really should have name tags.
The one team member she could remember beside Thomas was Dylan. And who could forget Dylan. The living weapon that she was in charge of. She had not spent any more one on one time with Dylan. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t watching.
Dylan fascinated Halle. In a morbid curiosity sort of way. The weapon only ever left his quarters—which Halle figured was a suite of three rooms: a bedroom, bathroom, and med bay—when Thomas and two other team members came to fetch him. He didn’t even leave to take his meals. Someone always brought Dylan his meal and waited outside while Dylan ate.
Sometimes the team member would speak with Dylan, usually gruffly, but Dylan always murmured his replies. He ducked his head low any time food was brought. He never complained when there wasn’t utensils—Halle realized some team members didn’t feel safe with Dylan having silverware—or when the meager portion was cold. He merely thanked the team member and returned to his room to eat alone.
The most Halle observed Dylan talk was when a team member rolled a library cart into the hall. Dylan was a voracious reader. Halle supposed that was the only thing he could do in his room all day. Dylan gave reviews of each book he returned to the cart whether or not the team member—usually Benjamin—wanted to hear the reviews or not. Dylan made requests each time as well, though some books were harder to get than others.
“I couldn’t find that one here,” Benjamin said as he handed Dylan back the list from the previous week.
“Are you sure? I could have sworn we had the others in our library, perhaps—“
“Well, I couldn’t find it. I asked Thomas to order it. We’ll see when it gets here,” Benjamin snapped.
Dylan hung his head. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.” He took his large stack of books off the cart and retreated back into his room, closing the door quietly.
With a pang of guilt, Halle realized that Dylan had no source of entertainment other than books. He couldn’t go outside except for on missions, he couldn’t roam Tectus, and he didn’t have a TV. These were all things that Halle took for granted.
Halle chased after Benjamin. “Wait!” She called as she hurried after Benjamin.
“Hey, Halle,” Benjamin said as he stopped his cart. “What can I do for you?”
“What was the name of the book?”
“What book?” Benjamin raised an eyebrow.
“The one that Dylan wanted. What’s the name of the book?” Maybe if she could read the book it would give her better insight into the weapon.
Benjamin rolled his eyes. “Oh, that one. Honestly, I don’t know why he wants this book so bad. He’s asked for it about six or seven times. I finally had to put a requisition order in with Thomas. Of course it may take a while for it to come in.”
“What’s it called?” Halle persisted.
“Uhhh Third Star? Or something like that. Honestly, I don’t pay too much attention to what he reads. If we have it, I give it to him. If I can’t find it, I can’t find it. Sometimes someone else finds it. Other times we eventually have to order it.”
“Thank you,” Halle said as she went back to her room. She immediately flicked on her computer and placed an order for delivery the next day for the book. She read the summary—Halle was shocked to learn it was a novel written some years ago about angels and demons and the human that they fell in love with. It wasn’t something she wasn’t interested in reading. But clearly Dylan was.
Thomas came for Dylan late that night. Halle was just climbing into bed when she heard the march of three pairs of boots coming down their hallway. Halle rose quietly and went to her door on the off chance Thomas was coming to talk to her. But no knock came. She cracked open her door to listen, telling herself that she needed to hear how Dylan was feeling and what the mission entailed to better prepare to take care of him.
Thomas’s booming knock echoed in the hall. “Open up,” he ordered. The door opened slowly. Dylan stood shirtless in the doorway, his pale hair tousled with sleep. He was barefoot and bleary eyed. “Yes, Thomas?”
“Put your clothes on, we’re expected to be at the rendezvous point with Bravo Team in,” Thomas checked his watch, “ten minutes.” Dylan’s face sobered instantly. “Am I to know what we are going to be doing or am I just to be dropped in ignorant and blind and expected to survive?” It was the first time Halle heard Dylan use anything but a soft, gentle tone.
“The mission is need to know and you don’t need to know,” Julian sneered. Besides Dylan, Julian was the scariest teammate on Alpha Team. It wasn’t his size so much as his energy, though Julian was taller and broader than Thomas. Halle was glad she was on Julian’s team rather than his enemy because she was pretty sure Julian could squish her like a grape.
Thomas glared at Julian. “The Authority has deemed it unnecessary for you to be briefed at this time.”
“Then allow me to be your blunt instrument to wield as you will, Thomas,” Dylan said coolly, giving a mocking bow. “I will be but a moment.”
“Plan to be gone for twenty-four hours, Dylan,” Thomas instructed.
A whole day. What kind of mission takes a whole day? Dylan returned, stepping out into the hall. He rolled his neck as he walked, cracking each joint loudly. “Shall we?” He was even with Julian and Aubrey. He took care not to touch either team member. That was against the rules, or so Halle had learned. Dylan was not allowed to initiate physical contact with any team member unless the member had previously consented, or it was vital to a mission.
Thomas nodded and Aubrey uncuffed Dylan. “Thank you,” Dylan said softly as he rubbed his wrists as though the cuffs were terribly uncomfortable. Perhaps part of their power suppression was painful. Halle needed to research more about it. Dylan’s eyes flicked to Halle’s door, briefly making eye contact. Dylan’s lips twitched but he said nothing. He strode forward, following after Thomas closely. Aubrey and Julian followed after Dylan, forming a blockade from behind should Dylan attempt to escape.
Thomas and the team members he took with him on the mission did not return that day. Alpha Team quarters were very quiet. Halle knew there wasn’t much to do other than wait. The team members that were left behind seemed unbothered by the tardiness of the team.
“Sometimes they’re late, Halle,” Clay said over dinner.
“You get used to it,” Andrea said as she piled more food on her plate.
Halle could barely eat, she was too uneasy. She could be expected to heal Dylan at any moment. And though she knew Dylan was the only member of the team she was expected to heal, Halle knew she would help whoever needed help.
Loud, aggressive banging woke Halle in the middle of the night the following night. The team still hadn’t returned, but the rest of the team was just as unbothered as they were the day before. Halle’s heart was in her throat as she stumbled out of bed and to the door.
“Halle,” Thomas’s low, gruff voice called through the door. “Halle, wake up!”
“I’m awake, I’m awake,” Halle said as she pulled open the door. What she saw before her had her freezing.
Aubrey and Maximus held Dylan between the two of them. Dylan hung limply between his two teammates. His head lolled back on his neck, revealing his heavily bruised face. His eyes were closed, though Halle wasn’t sure if Dylan would have been able to open his left eye as it was crusted over with blood. Blood dripped onto the floor from his limp fingers. Halle couldn’t see the full extent of Dylan’s injuries, but what she could see were terrible. Both Aubrey and Maximus were bruised, but they would heal.
“What…What happened?”
“Get them to the med bay,” Thomas ordered. “Hurry.”
Aubrey and Maximus hurried down the hall and to Dylan’s suite. Thomas kicked open the door and they hurried through. Halle rushed to keep up. “What happened?”
“We were ambushed. There were too many. Bravo Team’s been decimated. Dylan managed to draw most of the enemy combatants to him. But then he was overtaken.”
Halle listened as she directed the others to lay Dylan on the exam table. Dylan’s limbs flopped as he was moved to the table.
“Carefully,” Halle said softly as she watched the teammates lay Dylan on the table.
Halle began opening drawers and cabinets, pulling out the implements she thought she would need. “I’m listening. Go on. I need to know everything, Thomas.”
Halle listened as she worked, quickly cutting away Dylan’s tattered clothes leaving Dylan completely naked. Halle was sure that Dylan was used to it, and besides, Halle needed to see all of Dylan to determine what wound needed treatment. Dylan was bleeding on his chest and his hands, his pale skin a mosaic of bruises and varying shades of black, blue, and deep purple. Halle was pretty sure one of Dylan’s knees had been dislocated. Dylan’s breaths were shallow and wheezing, but he was breathing regularly enough that Halle felt that could wait. She needed to conduct her assessment.
Thomas’s words trickled in. Dylan had been captured. And tortured by the look of it. “We found him nailed to a wall and left to hang,” Maximus added to Thomas’s narrative.
Halle’s head jerked up. “How long was he hanging for?” She looked around for a stethoscope. She needed to hear.
“Does it matter?”
Halle turned and glared at Aubrey. “Do you have any medical training? Do any of you have any medical training?”
Aubrey’s cheeks reddened. “If you’re saying—“
“What I am saying is I do have training. You don’t. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing and you’re doing what you’re doing. And you don’t know what is relevant to my job. Just as I don’t know what’s relevant to your job. So when I say I need to know everything. I need to know everything.”
She put her ear pieces in and put the cold stethoscope to the right side of Dylan’s chest. Nothing. There was absolutely no sound. Fuck. She looked at Dylan’s unconscious face, mouth going dry when she realized Dylan’s slightly parted lips were starting to turn blue.
Halle shoved past Thomas. “Maximus, grab the scalpel set from over there. Aubrey, get gauze. Thomas, I need you to hold this very steady while I work. We’re running out of time.”
None of the team moved. “Go. Now!” Halle said exasperatedly as she prepared the chest tube. “Or I won’t be the reason why the unit loses their living weapon. You all will.”
The teammates moved quickly at Halle’s words. “I’m really sorry about this, Dylan,” Halle murmured as she braced to cut. “Normally, we do this under sedation. But I don’t have time and I don’t know how you’ll react.”
And before Halle could lose her nerve, she cut into Dylan’s chest. “What are you doing?” Thomas asked as he watched Halle work. He held out the tube Halle had requested.
“I’m assuming you found him in the midst of being crucified, yes?”
Thomas nodded. “It was sort of a rudimentary one. The combatants had him for several hours before we were able to infiltrate their compound.”
Halle carefully inserted the tube, breathing a sigh of relief as she watched Dylan’s breaths quickly deepen. Dylan never woke, but Halle was relieved. At least she had taken care of the most pressing wound. “Well, he was tortured before you got to him, that much is clear.”
Thomas nodded again. “We figured they wouldn’t want to kill Dylan. They knew enough about Dylan to carry their own pair of cuffs. Whether they were trying to get information or just enjoying hurting a weapon, we don’t know.”
Halle went back to taking inventory of Dylan’s injuries. She really needed to put an IV in and start fluids, but she wanted to be sure she didn’t miss anything else more pressing. “Aubrey,” Halle said without looking up as she placed the IV, “for your information, crucifixion is a very, very painful way to die. And it takes a very long time usually. Victims typically experience dehydration, blood loss, and most suffocate to death because their lungs collapse. Dylan only had one working lung.”
“That was quick acting, Halle,” Thomas said with a smile. “Good work!” He clapped Halle on the shoulder. “You can give me a full report of all of his injuries and how long it will be before he can get back to field work. I need to get these two to the main med bay and check on the others.”
Halle let them leave in silence. She was horrified at what she saw. And even more horrified at how nonchalant her fellow teammates were about Dylan’s injuries. “I’m really sorry this happened to you,” Halle said as she began to dress Dylan’s wounds.
“This is going to hurt, but hopefully you’ll stay asleep. I’ve given you a nice pain killer in your IV. And a sedative.” Halle lined herself up to pop Dylan’s knee back into the socket.
Dylan woke with a scream as Halle set his knee. Halle jumped back as Dylan thrashed beneath her. How was Dylan awake? “NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE! NO MORE!” Dylan screamed as he moved.
Dylan stopped moving as he blinked up at the ceiling, as though he suddenly realized where he was. “Oh,” they croaked as he went still on the table.
“I am so sorry,” Halle said, trying to breathe through her own panic, “I thought I gave you enough sedation and pain killers.”
Dylan shook his head as he heaved another breath. “You probably did. I….I have a high tolerance.” He winced as he tried to sit up again. “I—“
“Need to stay down, Dylan. You’re really, really hurt.” Halle took a step towards Dylan. Dylan was proving to be a very difficult patient.
“I’ve had worse,” Dylan groaned as he managed to roll on his left side. “Oh,” he muttered as he rolled back onto his back. “Maybe I need a minute.”
“Why did you draw all the combatants to yourself?”
Dylan’s answer made Halle’s heart twinge. “Because I knew they wouldn’t kill me. I knew they would hurt me, but they wouldn’t kill me. They would most certainly kill the others. But not me.”
“Because you’re a living weapon?”
Dylan shook his head as he let out a bone weary sigh. “Because they wanted to exact their revenge on me. Well, my kind. I was a good stand in for whatever weapon hurt them before.”
“I’m really sorry that happened, Dylan.” Halle meant it.
“It’s ok. Not your fault.” Dylan stared up at the ceiling with his icy blue eyes. “How long am I out of commission for?” His voice was flat. Halle couldn’t say if that was because Dylan was hoping it would be a short time or a long time.
“Probably a month, maybe more.”
Dylan nodded as he closed his eyes, sighing heavily. Halle could have sworn she saw a tear track into Dylan’s hairline. “Thomas and the Authority won’t be happy to hear.” Dylan slowly sat up. He rose on shaking legs. Halle held out an arm to steady Dylan.
“Well unless they can get me some accelerator, then they’re going to have to deal. You shouldn’t be up.”
Dylan groaned, but took a step forward. “I don’t want to be in here any longer than I have to be. I’d rather be in bed.”
Slowly, very, very slowly, Halle helped Dylan hobble to bed. By the time they made it, sweat poured off Dylan and he was paler than he had been before. Dylan sagged back into the pillows with a quiet moan.
“I’ll be right back.” Halle hurried back to her room and grabbed the book Dylan had requested. She wasn’t going to read it. Maybe it would give Dylan something interesting to do while he was recovering.
“Here,” she said as she put the book in Dylan’s hands.
Dylan stared down at the book in his hands. “How did you find this?” He looked up at Halle, his icy eyes guarded.
“I heard you were looking for it and this came in the mail for me—delivery service made a mistake,” Halle lied smoothly. “But I heard you were looking for it, so I thought you might want it.”
Dylan ducked his head. “Thank you very much, Halle, for everything.”
“You’re welcome, Dylan. Rest well, please. You really need to take it easy.”
“I will,” Dylan said, still not raising his head, his deep voice thicker than before.
He had to be exhausted. Halle quickly excused herself, “I’ll be in to check on you in a few hours.”
“Thank you, Halle. For everything.”
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fantubefactory · 1 year ago
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I'm so glad that I met you buddy
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dicediceking · 6 months ago
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Whiteboard doodle I did w/ my brother
He drew the yellow 4 and the among us stuff
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I don't even remember who drew this I just thought it was funny
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gstc-366 · 9 months ago
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Thoracic Drainage Catheter: also known as a chest tube, it's used for draining air, blood or other fluids from the chest wall and lungs. It is placed through the chest wall to excess fluid, blood, or air. Thoracic Catheter helps to normal lung, relive pressure, cure other complications and promote patient health.
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wouldntyoulichentoknow · 10 months ago
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touch, 9, kharish and colette
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NOT an accurate representation of her resting heart rate 😔
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