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[ladytauria]

👀👀 meeting in the ER with damitim pls?

thank you!!

this is more urgent care than ER---actually, i'm picturing this happening at Leslie's clinic?---but. still on theme xD it's also heavily inspired by this post, bc... it's just so damian, you know?

“So… you said a cat did this?”

“Ah… yes.” Damian is distracted—not by the distant tug of a needle, in and out of his skin, but rather by the man doing the stitching.

He would not call him the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, but the man is certainly… attractive, with his sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose. Most striking is the pale, ice blue of his eyes; made even more so by the dark circles under his eyes.

Damian can relate.

“It was a kitten, actually,” he admits, somewhat reluctantly. 

That gets those eyes on him, the needle stilling. The nurse’s brows raise. “A kitten?”

“She was very fierce.” Normally he keeps gloves in his car for such an occasion, but he had taken them out to wash them, and— Well. Of course he ended up finding the kitten before he got them back into his car.

"I see," the nurse says, a smile tugging at his mouth. "I wonder if I'll be stitching up the next poor person to find her, too."

Damian sniffs. "Hardly," he says. "She's in my car." His emergency kennel, luckily, had still been there. He hated to leave the poor creature out there—on the way over, he had contemplated calling Richard or Todd to pick her up for him. However, neither of them was likely to listen to his instructions to leave her alone. Richard because he would believe he could befriend her, and Todd because he would underestimate the severity.

Pity Cassandra was out of town.

Pity Jon lived two hours away.

“Huh.” The nurse goes back to stitching. “You didn’t let go?” He sounds vaguely impressed. Damian cannot help the way he puffs up with pride.

“Of course not,” he says. “I would hardly leave the poor thing out there to suffer. Fierce or not, Gotham’s streets are no place for a kitten.”

The curve of the man’s mouth turns—soft, almost. It is reminiscent of a look he often sees from Richard, though it incites a different feeling in him entirely. He feels… warm. His fingertips tingle.

“Of course not,” the man echoes, softly. “Do you do that a lot? Rescue kittens, I mean.”

“At nearly one in the morning? No, not typically,” Damian says. “However, I volunteer at an animal shelter, and I am enrolled in the veterinary program at Gotham University. I find myself rescuing many animals.” He also had, vaguely, considered the notion of stitching himself up. It was only the knowledge of Richard and Pennyworth’s disappointed faces that had sent him to the clinic, instead.

“Huh,” the man says, thoughtfully. “So what happens to the kitten now?”

“She is young enough it should be fairly easy to socialize her,” Damian says. “Once she is used to people, I suppose I will look into finding her a home.” He would keep her himself, but— He has reached his limit on the amount of animals he can realistically take care of. His younger self would scoff at this, but part of adulthood was learning his limits. A dog, two cats, a snake, and several fostered kittens were certainly his.

The nurse hums, snipping the thread. He lingers at Damian’s side. “You know… I always wanted a cat. Do you… think I could call you, sometime? Maybe arrange a visit?”

Damian’s pulse quickens. “I—yes. I would be, ah. Amenable to that.”

The nurse smiles. The brightness of it steals the breath from Damian’s lungs. “Cool,” he says. “Hold on just a second.”

The nurse disposes of the needle and washes his hands before snagging one of the brochures from the countertop, by the sink. He withdraws a pen from his pocket and writes, quickly.

When he passes it to Damian, he winks. “You should be good to go now, Mr. Wayne.”

“Thank you,” Damian says, sliding off the exam table. As he walks out the door, he glances down at the paper. On it is a phone number, which Damian memorizes automatically, signed—

Tim Drake. Call me :)

Next to words is a doodle of a cat, wearing what is likely a nurse’s cap.

Damian is impossibly, terribly charmed.

[ send me an au if u like~ ]

[seradyn]

I Won’t Let Go

Ruben x Reader fluff

Helping Ruben cope with a seizure, giving him lots of cuddles and comfort afterwards.

For my dear @broteinshake69 , based on this post.

Word Count: 3611

^ I am incapable of writing short one-shots :)

TW: None

I am not a neuroscientist, nor have I ever had a seizure, so I hope you can excuse the pseudoscience and inaccurate depiction x)

Les go

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A soft, familiar squelch filled his ears as the scalpel cut cleanly through the brain. Each incision was made with practiced precision, every wave of the small knife deliberate. He’d done this so many times before, it was second nature by now. Dissect, record, kill, dissect, record, he’d done it since he’d freed himself from beneath his parent’s thumbs. Since he got out of the basement. Ironic, now that he’d set up his main lab there.

Today was no different, though Ruben had chosen to focus on one particular part of the brain; the cerebellum. It sat lower on the organ, closer to the brainstem, meaning he often had to kill his subjects to get to it. No matter, the data was more than worth it. And it was there waiting for him, a wellspring of neurotransmitters and chemical reactions. The mind’s response to his live dissections etched into the stone walls of chemistry.

With one final, satisfying cut, the gelatinous glob fell from the rest of the organ, the gentle weight falling into a gloved hand. Ruben placed it onto its own tray, shoving the rest of the brain into a corner. He’d have to discard it before it began to rot, but that could wait. His scarred fingers twitched with the anticipation of new data. His creation, STEM, was nearly ready for its first prototype, he was so close.

Standing, he went to retrieve the rest of the tools he’d need, listing them off as he removed his gloves; syringes, sharper scalpels, a microscope. Things he preferred not cluttering his desk while he worked on getting the parts he needed. Sometimes he could work on the surgical tables marking the center of his ‘exam rooms’, but alas, he still needed to dispose of the body, too. Something that only served to waste his time, which could be spent doing research.

He grunted with the weight of some of the equipment, his hands sending dull shocks of pain up his arms. Ruben had years to cope with the weakness of his body after the fire, but it was moments like these that made him grit his teeth in silent rage. That day had rendered his existence one of constant pain and strife, and he was loath to be reminded of such.

Though that rage quickly simmered down, burning with a low heat in his chest. That was why he was doing this research, after all. His body, his life…his sister. What he lost, he would get back.

One subject, one dissection, one brain at a time.

Ruben let out a tense sigh, his robe catching the stale air as he spun around, awkwardly walking back to his desk with the bulky microscope cradled in his hands. He only wished it wasn’t taking so long. His project was years in the making, and he knew it would take years more for it to come to fruition. Truthfully, he was frustrated by it all. He was tired of living this joke.

The microscope hit his desk with a dull thud, the scars on his hands and fingers aching from the excursion. He shook them out, flexing his fingers to tame the soreness in his joints. The day was still young, and he was determined to make the most of it.

Ruben picked up his scalpel, positioning the cerebellum so his cuts would be clean along its length. To get the proper images, he’d need slices as thin as hairs, which meant there was little room for error. Too thick and he wouldn’t be able to see what he was looking for, too thin and there wouldn’t be enough to work with. He would be injecting them with dye, which in turn would react with the various chemicals throughout the soft tissue, changing the dye’s color. Crude methods, certainly, but they delivered the desired results. The way the brain coped with such high levels of stress, fear, and pain - he would have that as his prize.

Or, at least that was the plan. Plans which came to a grinding halt when Ruben found himself unable to move his arm or hand.

Puzzled, he furrowed his brow, glancing at the offending limb. It was frozen in midair, scalpel raised, as if stuck in time. He tried to force it into motion, but it didn’t budge, the muscles stiffened without his consent. Frustrated, he turned his attention back to the brain on his desk, hoping his muscles would relax after a moment. It wasn’t unusual for his body to just give out on him, much to his annoyance, but with any luck, it would pass after a few moments.

Ruben was caught off guard though, when his vision began to swim. He couldn’t focus on any one thing, all of it smearing into a watery mess of indistinguishable colors. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his muddy eyes, but there was no relief.

He heard a distinct clatter, that of metal striking metal. He’d dropped his scalpel, it took him too long to realize. He hadn’t even felt it, couldn’t perceive as his fingers closed around nothing. He could feel his breaths becoming frantic, his body not listening to his commands. The colors warped, shifted and melded, until everything began to go dark…

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You knew something wasn’t right when you heard a metallic tink as you were coming down the basement stairs. The place was usually home to similar sounds, that of Ruben exchanging one tool for another while he worked, but this time it sounded different. Louder, more chaotic, like something had been dropped. That wasn’t like him - Ruben was meticulous, and took great care of his equipment. It wasn’t like him to be careless.

You’d been on your way down to deliver some water when you heard it. Ruben had trouble remembering his own physical needs while he was working, meaning more often than not, that duty fell to you. You made sure he stayed hydrated, and had something to eat if he got hungry between meals. He feigned irritation, stubborn as he was about being able to take care of himself, but you knew he appreciated what you did. The glasses were always empty when you came back to retrieve them, and his supply of snacks was always steadily depleting. While he didn’t approve of you being in his lab for long, he allowed you these short visits.

Besides, you always sweetened the deal by giving him a quick kiss before you went back upstairs, and you both knew Ruben couldn’t refuse you when you did that.

All such pretense went down the drain when you heard the strange noise, your heart jumping a little. You hurried the rest of the way down, dropping off the glass on a random table when you reached the bottom. Without hesitation, you barged into the room he was working in, not caring if he got mad at you for the intrusion. He was standing before his desk on the far wall, hand poised above a pink blob on a tray. Part of a brain, you supposed, but you hadn’t the foggiest idea which piece.

More worryingly, Ruben hadn’t acknowledged you when you came in. You tilted your head at him quizzically.

“Ruben?” You said, voice meek as you tentatively stepped forward. He offered no response, which only made your concern grow. Upon getting closer, you noticed a slight tremble to his form.

“Ruben? Ruben, what's wrong?” You said, more frantic now. You’d never seen him act like this, and you hadn’t a clue what could be causing him to do so.

You reached out a hand to steady him. His trembling only seemed to be getting worse.

Before you could graze the fabric of his robe with your fingers, his legs appeared to give out. Eyes widening, you jumped forward to catch him, yelping as he dragged you down to the floor with his weight. You collapsed in a tangled heap, Ruben’s body cushioned by your own. The concrete was cold, unforgiving as it bit into your tailbone.

Recovering from the tumble, you looked down at the man in your lap, opening your mouth to ask more questions. You just as quickly froze, feeling Ruben’s body twitch and convulse in your lap. The blood drained from your face, heart in your throat as you watched his body jerk violently.

Seizure, your brain offered through its panic.

“Fuck,” you muttered, setting Ruben gently down on the floor, mind whirling with what you were supposed to do.

He’d warned you this was a possibility. When you two started a relationship, he’d given you a laundry list of various complications that arose from his injuries. Numbness, trouble with temperature regulation, limited movement, muscle stiffness, and yes, seizures were on that list. He told you they happened more often when he was a boy, his body unable to cope with the loss of so much tissue. They didn’t happen as much anymore, but they would never fully go away. There was always a chance of one happening.

Too great a chance, you thought, ripping off your shirt and putting it under his head. He’d given you some basic instructions on what to do if he ever went into such a state, back when he explained all this. It was a bit hard to concentrate though, heart like a drum as you watched him seize.

Safety, safety first, you reminded yourself, spotting a scalpel close by - the one he dropped, you presumed. You quickly snatched it away from him, setting it on his desk so he wouldn’t cut himself. Next, you remembered him telling you to time his seizures, to make sure they didn’t last too long. You grabbed at your phone with shaky fingers, fumbling with the device until you finally got a timer going. Make sure he’s breathing, don’t hold him down, keep things out of his mouth, your mind recited the list, mentally checking off each one as you did it.

His last instruction, stay calm, was admittedly quite a bit harder to honor.

How were you supposed to stay calm with your love seizing on the floor?!

What was minutes felt like hours. You sat beside him, feeling useless and scared as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Ruben told you these weren’t a huge deal, and you trusted him, but being in the presence of it was something else entirely. You felt like you should be able to do more, make it less torturous somehow, but the logical part of you knew you couldn’t. Now it was just about waiting.

Slowly, his muscles began to settle, the spasms happening less often, their strength waning. You spared a look at his face, frowning at the grimace still on it. You hoped he wasn’t in pain. You peeked at the timer; 1 minute 40 seconds, it read.

You let out an anxious breath, rocking back on your shins. Not a medical emergency, then, if it was already clearing up. For that at least, you were grateful.

A deep groan filled the room, and your attention snapped back to Ruben. He was finally starting to regain consciousness, squeezing his eyes tightly shut against the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Once you were sure it was safe, you scooped him up into your lap, cradling his head and shoulders while you softly whispered his name. You nudged his nose with your own, trying to get him to open his eyes. You needed to know he was okay. His flesh was cold, and you held him firmly, giving him as much of your warmth and comfort as you could.

Eventually, it worked. Ruben groaned again, a deep, pained sound, eyelids parting a crack to look up at you. They looked glassy, like he’d abruptly been awoken from a deep sleep. You gave his shoulders a light squeeze, delicately stroking the scarred side of his face while his good side pressed against your chest.

“Ruben, are you okay?” You asked gently, looking at him with clear worry etched into your face.

He blinked at you a few times, taking a moment to process your words.

“I…What happened?” He croaked, his voice horse. You’d have to remember to make him drink something.

“You had a seizure,” was your simple reply. You tried your best to sound calm, but your voice wavered as you spoke, giving you away. “I did my best to keep you safe and comfortable.”

Ruben studied your face for a moment before he nodded stiffly, his attention leaving you to scan the room.

“And where…are we?” He asked.

Ah, the confusion. You remembered he told you that was the most common symptom. Seizures almost always left their victims confused and disoriented.

“We’re in your lab, at the manor,” you told him. He seemed pleased with that answer, the last of the stiffness leaving him as he relaxed into you. Your heart melted as he nuzzled his face into your sternum, blinking lazily as he let out a contented sigh.

Loath as you were to move him, you knew this wasn’t the best place for him to rest.

“Hey,” you kissed his forehead to get his attention. Those pale irises snapped to you instantly; he couldn’t resist your touch. “I’ll take you to bed, okay?” You waited for a response, and after another nod, you continued. “Do you want me to get your wheelchair, or can you stand?”

His nose wrinkled at the mention of his chair. You knew he hated it, hated how much it reminded him how weak his body was, but with mobility being a common issue, he needed to keep it around. You wished for his sake he used it more often, but you never pushed the matter.

“I can walk,” he said quickly. He didn’t need the help, he could do it himself.

To prove his point, he tried to sit up. Tried, being the operative word. His adam’s apple bobbed with anguished grunts as his muscles screamed in protest. Everything was sore, like he’d just run a marathon in sweltering heat. His teeth ground together as he slumped forward, head hung as he fought down a wave of nausea.

“Hey,” you said again, supporting his back so he wouldn’t fall and hit his head. “Don’t push yourself. I’ll take you as far as I can, but if you need the wheelchair, please just ask for it. Now is not the time to be stubborn.”

Ruben huffed at you, but he knew he was in no position to argue. “Fine,” he hissed, letting you loop his arm behind your neck. With a quick countdown, you were able to hoist him up, both of you stumbling a little as you found your footing. His scars pressed up against you as he used you for support, and you did your best not to cause them any unnecessary irritation. After making sure Ruben was okay, you began your slow, awkward hobble up to the second floor.

It was a long, arduous process. One made almost entirely in silence, both of you struggling to put one foot in front of another. Only two questions from him broke the silence on your journey there: how long was the seizure, and why weren’t you wearing a shirt. You had to stifle a laugh at the second one, but you answered them honestly. It wasn’t long before you reached the bedroom, causing you both to sag in relief. You had to kick the door open, leading him inside as gravity shut it behind you.

He plopped onto the sheets heavily, panting from the pain plaguing his joints. You sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb to sooth him. You couldn’t begin to imagine how hard something as simple as walking must be after that, especially with his burns already making movement difficult. Your own shoulders were sore from holding him up, but it was a small price to pay if it lessened his own suffering, even if only a little.

After a pause, Ruben sighed, lifting his head to stare at the wall opposite you.

“This is pointless,” he grumbled, turning to meet your gaze. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. I should be back in the lab.”

Your brows drew down at that, eyes narrowing. Even for him, that was an insane notion. You leaned forward, placing a single finger on his charred nose.

“Liar,” you accused sternly. “I know you want to do more, but you’re in no condition to be running experiments. You need to rest.”

Ruben scowled, removing your hand from his face. “I need to get back to work. I’ve lost enough time as it is.”

You scowled back at him, a harsh rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, but you stopped yourself. The expression just as quickly dissolved, replaced by worry and sorrow. You knew how important his work was to him, you knew what he’d done to obtain it. Aside from you, it was everything to him.

“I know,” you said softly. You pushed the hood of his robe down, revealing his scarred, hairless face. You ran your hand along the edge of his jawline, admiring how handsome he looked like that. “I know it means a lot to you…I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He gave you an incredulous look, but you weren’t finished. “I know you’d stay down there every waking moment if you could, and I don’t fault you for that. But I can’t stand the thought of finding you impaled on your own equipment, or one of your subjects getting out because a seizure impaired your judgment. I don’t want to think about what could happen to you if you don’t give yourself a break. So if you can’t do it for yourself, can you at least do it for me?”

Ruben didn’t say anything at first, his eyes rolling over your face while you stroked his own. Part of you expected him to keep arguing; after all, he’d survived this long without you.

Instead, it hardly took a moment before his features began to soften, and he melted into your touch. His eyes closed in sweet bliss as you traced his scars with a loving reverence, basking in the way you worshiped his body.

“Alright,” he breathed. When he looked at you, his eyes were filled with a subtle adoration. “I’ll rest. But only if you promise to stay with me.”

Your face lit up at his condition, smiled brightly at him. You leaned forward, brushing his lips with yours.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you purred, smirking as his pupils widened with desire, a tiny shiver rippling across his skin. God, how easily he became putty in your hands.

Before he got any ideas though, you pulled away, wordlessly tugging at the sleeves of his robe. You both knew it would only catch on his scars while he was under the covers, so it needed to come off. He let you carefully remove it, not a word uttered from either of you as you threw it over your shoulder. You’d deal with it in the morning.

Averting your gaze from his bare chest, heat rushing to your cheeks, you wormed your way back onto the bed, flopping down onto your back. As an afterthought, you unclasped your bra, pulling your arms through it as you tossed it onto the floor. Like hell you were going to sleep in that. Satisfied, you beckoned Ruben to join you, holding out your hand invitingly.

Unfortunately, he was a tad busy, staring wide eyed at your form, to notice. He still wasn’t used to seeing such things, even after living together with you for months.

“No funny business,” you teased, lightly pulling on his arm to make him lay down.

His eyes flicked up and down, meeting yours before admiring you again.

“No promises,” he smirked.

You scoffed, pulling on him enough to finally coax him into action. He hesitantly crawled over you, lowering himself as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He let out another happy sigh as your breasts squished against his flesh, so soft, so warm. You traced along his spine with the pads of your fingers as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, letting your chin rest atop his head. Legs intertwining, he gently clutched at your shoulders while you pulled the blankets over your bodies. You smiled at the feeling of the dual textures of his rough, burnt skin and the smooth, untouched parts of it. The buttons of Ruben’s pants dug into your thigh, but you hardly noticed, instead enjoying this moment of affection between the two of you. You knew you were likely to wake up alone, Ruben having gone back to his lab, so you were going to savor this as long as you could.

As his breathing began to even out, you placed a few final kisses on the crown of his head.

“Rest now, my love,” you whispered, hands continuing their ministrations. “Rest, and I might just let you go back to work tomorrow.”

“As if you could stop me,” Ruben quipped, but his speech was slurred, his heart not in it. Shortly after, his breathing slowed considerably, and you knew he was fast asleep. He must’ve been exhausted; he didn’t usually fall asleep so fast.

Happy he was heeding your words, you closed your eyes, determined to follow suit. You imagined sitting by him in the music room, Ruben expertly plucking a melancholy tune from his piano as you drifted off to sleep.

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It’s been way too fucking long since I posted any fanfics, I almost forgot how I even format my own posts >.<

Anyway, more Ruben x Reader fluff in the future.

[secondbeatsongs]

mister(?) sbs, will you please tell us about "diagnosis: encounter with a squirrel" off the lies poll?

so, my dad has a vendetta against the neighborhood squirrels.

sorry, this is a long one, and I couldn't think of a better place to put the readmore than right here at the start of it, so here we are!

buckle up

so my dad hates the squirrels because they cause property damage and steal the nuts off our pecan tree, and for him it's become personal, so he's waging an all-out squirrel war. he sets traps, he shoots them, and he celebrates each kill as if it's a personal victory.

(I mean hey, I don't like it, but it gives him something to do.)

but the thing is, after my dad kills these squirrels, he just disposes of them. and I think that's a waste, so...I learned how to skin them. to keep their pelts.

that's the backstory here. that's a fun thing you now know about me!

anyway, this has been going pretty well - I now have a pile of squirrel pelts under the porch, waiting for warm weather and free time so I can tan them. and I'm really careful about all of this - I wear gloves, I clean my tools well, and I never run into any problems

or at least I hadn't run into any problems until last November, when one of my nitrile gloves got a hole in it without me noticing, and I got squirrel blood all over my hand.

...a hand where I happened to have an open wound.

yeah. so. I called the local hospital and vaguely explained what happened, and asked, "uh, hey! is this something I need a rabies shot for?"

"uhh," the nurse said helpfully, "we can't give medical advice over the phone. but if you're concerned, feel free to visit the emergency room!"

and. I mean. I wasn't not concerned about it! rabies is like, a death sentence for sure, so??

so I went to the emergency room, and explained what happened to a different nurse, got stared at and told to wait, and after about 45 minutes of killing time (and listening to a man and a woman in the waiting room debate the concept of free will, argue about god, and plan an intervention for their gambling-addicted brother), I got brought back into an exam room

the doctor basically looked at my chart and asked me to explain myself, so I gave her the rundown of "cut open a squirrel, glove broke, got squirrel blood on an open wound, what do I do about that?"

she seemed more confused by this situation than anything else, but she looked up a few things, and then told me that if it had been any other mammal she would have recommended a rabies shot, but that in this area, squirrels are not a rabies risk! and so I didn't have anything to worry about

which, cool! glad to not have rabies!

anyway she disappeared for a bit to finish paperwork and stuff so I could leave, and a few other nurses wandered over and asked me the polite version of, "hey, what the fuck?" so I explained the whole thing all over again, and fielded questions like, "how…exactly…did this happen?" and "is this like...a taxidermy thing?", and "😭 but...why? I love squirrels!" until the doctor returned, told me I could leave, and then cheerfully said, "there you go! your medical record now says, 'diagnosis: encounter with squirrel'! have a nice day!"

it was definitely one of the experiences I've ever had.

but the day after that was pretty fun too, because that's when I got a phone call from the health department!

the person on the line was a nice lady with a strong, gruff southern accent, and she said, "we're required to follow up on all potential rabies risks, and I hear you had uh…a…squirrel encounter?"

jfc.

so I went over it all again with her, explaining how it happened.

times I have now had to explain the squirrel thing: 5

after I got done my sordid tale, she repeated what the doctor said about squirrels not being a rabies risk, and then tacked onto the end, "unless...before it was killed, was the squirrel acting...nutty?"

I am in love with health department lady. we will have a spring wedding.

me: "nah, the squirrel seemed normal."

her: "okay."

her: "do you uh…skin squirrels often? I mean, I can't judge."

me: "no, please do. I encourage it. this is getting ridiculous."

her: "well, still. one of my coworkers - the one I inherited this job from - he left me a taxidermied rat!" :D

me: "oh! that's cool!"

her: "it is!"

…

me: "…anyway"

her: "yeah, have a nice afternoon!"

so, that's the story of how I got squirrel blood on an open wound, got stared at by a bunch of healthcare professionals, and (probably) became a story that people tell to their friends when they need an example of a truly odd person.

the end!

oh, and the moral of this story btw (if you care to know) is that before rushing off to the ER to see if you need a rabies shot, the correct course of action is to call the health department! because they're the ones who have the data to tell you whether or not your health is at risk from getting bled on by a dead squirrel.

(at least, that's what the nice health department lady said. I hope she's doing well! I think of her often)

[msfcatlover]

Changeling!Tim’s childhood is... actually kinda horrifying, when anyone looks into it.

(CW for forced medical procedures, and abuse in the form of temporary imprisonment. Also, minor self-harm, and… I don’t know what you call “eating something that will make you sick so your parents don’t get mad at you,” but I know it ain’t good.)

Tim had pretty pronounced fangs when he was younger, which his parents were just planning to wait out... until he was fast coming up on 10 and it was clear Tim wasn’t going to lose his teeth. A quick x-ray proved that Tim didn’t have adult teeth to grow in, just the one set he came with, and the fangs were only getting more obvious. His parents found an orthodontist willing to yank the fangs & wire up the rest of Tim’s teeth with braces to force them to look smooth & even as he grew up. (The doctor kept the teeth as a curiosity, and a decade later Damian will track that doctor down to steal them back.)

Something even Tim didn’t realize until he had to undergo a full Justice League-grade medical exam in preparation for becoming Robin, is that the tiny points on his ears aren’t natural. They have no idea what the ears of the baby Jack & Janet received looked like, but Tim’s points are actually mostly scar tissue. (Bruce puts it down as “a cosmetic procedure not dissimilar to ear cropping in canines” and tries not to feel sick.)

(There was also a period where the Drakes did an awful lot of research into cosmetic eye surgeries, but they eventually gave up. Apparently, it was a bigger concern that their son might end up blinded than that his eyes glowed in the dark and/or were the wrong color.)

As I mentioned before, Tim’s parents trim his thorns so that nobody goes to ruffle Tim’s hair and realizes he’s not human. He... actually started doing it himself when he decided to become Robin, because Tim has seen Bruce ruffle Jason & Dick’s hair so many times and didn’t want to hurt Bruce (or experience the absolute agony of having a thorn get caught in Bruce’s gloves and end up ripped out of Tim’s scalp,) as well as not wanting to give away Tim’s own inhuman nature with the single most obvious trait he has. (When the rest of the family find out, they are horrified and insist that Tim stop doing that. Instead of hair-ruffles, Tim gets hair-strokes that go only in one direction, bumping harmlessly over the curved outer edges of his thorns; it’s actually very soothing for both parties. Everyone absolutely uses Tim’s thorns as a stim toy, as long as Tim’s okay with it.)

Tim’s parents also hire an in-house barber to cut Tim’s hair, so they can make sure it’s “properly disposed of.” (Tim’s nightmares always smell faintly of burning hair.)

Tim wears fancy dress gloves to all dinners, because with the uppercrust you never know if someone’s going to bring out the real silverware. (If someone tells him to take off the gloves or Tim’s skin happens to brush up against somebody’s jewelry, Tim just sorta has to... deal. It’s rude to rush out or refuse your hosts, after all.) (Fortunately, Dick and the Titans all prefer reusable plastic silverware. And as soon as any Bat finds out about Tim’s fae nature, Wayne Manor quickly switches to stainless steel.)

It’s nearly impossible to know if a meal was prepared with iodized salt or non-iodized salt until it’s already in Tim’s mouth and the burning-itching discomfort of coming in contact with an anti-fae substance begins. It’s rude not to at least try the food someone offers you, and it’s even ruder to just spit something out, especially out in public. At least Tim doesn’t usually have to fake it when he says he’s not feeling well in order to stop eating. (Tim doesn’t tell the Waynes about this until that medical exam, where he kinda jokes about being allergic to salt and someone’s like, “Wait, how do you eat? Everything has salt in it nowadays.” Alfred rather forlornly puts his sea salt up on the top shelf and buys a jar of iodized table salt on the next grocery run.)

Tim’s blood is immediately identifiable because it has chloroplasts in it. No, he’s not actually a plant; yes, he can perform limited photosynthesis. No, Tim was not aware of this about himself, he’s never been allowed to give blood before, and like??? Sure, he figured out he was a changeling, but that does not immediately translate to, “Oh, I should test my blood for plant cells!”

Tim’s room doesn’t look any different from any other boy his age... except for three nails over the door on the outside. For the iron horseshoe Tim’s parents hang there sometimes, when they don’t want him to bother them or when he’s grounded. (Thankfully, it's been very rare for Tim to actually be trapped in his room, as setting up a salt line on his windowsills has always been... well, he's not sure. A step too far, even for his parents? A step too many to remember and/or perform in the heat of the moment? Something they don’t even realize is necessary, assuming the horseshoe prevents Tim from leaving the room at all rather than simply crossing that one threshold? Tim doesn’t like to think about it. Tim typically stays in his room anyway when he feels the swooping nausea of it hanging over his door, if only so his parents don’t find him missing and decide sealing the windows is something they ought to be doing. Trapped not by any law or binding ritual, but by Tim’s own admittedly rare fear of consequences.) (After Tim is snatched by faerie hunters, Jason and Dick are the ones who search Tim’s house. There’s a moment of silence when they find the horseshoe and realize what the nails are for. “I really hope I don’t have to point this out,” Jason says, in the tone of someone who’s going to do it anyway, “but it’s never a good sign when a kid’s bedroom has a lock on the outside.”) 

[321spongebolt]

I couldn't decide which version of this meme to upload first, so I decided to use both of them. And don't worry, this images aren't gory. They are age-appropriate given Jenny is a robot, not human.

I imagined that if Dexter and Lisa were to perform surgery on Jenny, they would operate on her to give her upgrades like water resistance so she can't rust. Heck, they could run through some diagnostics to see how Jenny is doing, similar to what we all go through when we have doctor's appointments.

Though, if Lisa and Leni (as Lisa-luminum and Super Leni respectively) brought Lana with them to Dexter's lab, Lana could be involved as Lisa's nurse who would hand her tools while operating. Karen from "DC Super Hero Girls" could operate on Jenny too since she's all about machinery. Why else would she be Bumblebee?

Depending on which meme you like better, both versions are available for you to view and comment which one is better.

[gingerturtle99]

Just keep breathing chapter 5~ you can’t keep running

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Hospitals, talks of sex and stds, surgery, trauma , childhood illness, death, medical environment, details of body parts(genitalia)and swearing.

“I could say the same to you, what doctor doesn’t practice safe sex” I say looking up at seungmin whose ears are slowly turning a red. His eyes never leaving the ceiling

“I..I..well…shut up”

A soft giggle escapes my lips and i continue to check over seungmin

“hey min, have you seen…oooo what are we doing? “ I feel a presence lean down next to me..

“DUDE?!?!” Seungmin quickly tries to cover himself with his hands but I shoo them away trying to get a better look at these sores

“Our dear Minnie hasn’t be wrapping it before he taps it and now he’s got an STD” I say taking my hands off seungmin and motion for him to pull up his trousers while I walk over to bin disposing of my gloves.

Seungmin pulls up his boxers and scrub trousers face still bright red .

“It’s syphilis min…so I can go get the antibiotics and give you the shot or you can take the oral ones? Either way no sex for 2 weeks and you should probably tell anyone else you’ve slept with…”

“Wow Y/N you actually sounded like a doctor then…I’m impressed”

“Thanks jisung” I laugh

All the while seungmin looks like he wants the floor to swallow him up as he makes his way over the bed his head in is hands

“I can’t believe I was so stupid”

“I can”

“NOT HELPING!” A sharp slap sound echo’s around the room as seungmin claps jisung up the head for his comment before looking at me.

“Y/N go get the shot…I’ll go into an exam room or something anywhere more sterile than in here”

I just nod , grabbing jisung by the sleeve dragging him out the on call room to give seungmin some peace.

“You leave him alone, you understand me! And don’t go telling all the boys! I’ll know it was you“ I say pointing my finger in jisungs face a smile trying to break its way into my face at I look at jisung smiling down at me, I can tell he’s ready to burst into laughter .

“Ye…pfft..yes ma’am” with a salute jisung turns his back to me and starts walking down the hall way his giggling not stopping .

I roll my eyes and start making my way towards the closest drug locker I can see on this floor.

“Well Doctor L/N you’re not a face we see down here often, what do we owe the pleasure?” A voice sounds from behind me

Causing me to turn on me heel and stare straight at

“Doctor Kim…I..I came down to see Seungmin I..I.mean Doctor Kim he asked me for a consult and I was just heading up back up to peads” I smile up at doyoung who is one of the top cardio attendings , my heart racing like I’ve been caught doing something wrong.

“Hey ,hey why so jumpy? It’s not illegal for you to be on the cardio floor . It’d be nice to see you here more often …wait that sounds weird . I’m just gonna…go“ He laughs patting my shoulder before walking off back to where ever he was going.

I blink rapidly, my brain taking its time to process the sentence I just heard.

“What the?…”

I walk over the drug locker , enter my code grab out the antibiotic for seungmin before locking it behind me.

“Doctor L/N to peads , Doctor L/N to peads”

The speaker throughout the hospital blasts “shit shit shit!!!” I look around the floor quickly, looking for someone I can trust to run the antibiotic to seungmin and not ask questions when I see him.

“YO JISUNG!! “ I run up to him handing the capped syringe to him , he looks down confused but a smirk then pulls onto his face.

“Oh yes I get to Stab Kim seungmin in the ass! “ he cheers as he runs off to find seungmin .

“STOP ENJOYING THIS JISUNG!” I shout after him, jisung just waves me off as he skips off the find seungmin.

I quickly pull out my phone texting seungmin telling him jisung has the antibiotic.

I giggle as I run up to peads floor, choosing to take the stairs as it’s quicker than taking the elevator this time. Once I reach peads I lean against a wall to catch my breath before walking to the nurses station.

“Hoshi was looking for you” the nurse behind the station says

“He couldn’t just page me?”

“No he couldn’t “ I jump as the head of peads voice booms from behind me.

“H..hos,,shit..sir hi, how can I help?” I smile softly up at sungyoon while trying to act like I didn’t just have a minor heart attack.

“Language Y/N we are surrounded by children here and I was just wondering if you had thought about that offer I pitched to you, the reason I didn’t page you is because you’ve been avoiding me ever since I brought it up” my heart rate starts to pick up, he’s caught me red handed.

“Sir I promise I’ll let you know, but I’ve got to go check on my pre op patient and then check on some post op’s so I’m super busy” I say slowly backing away from hoshi as I speak , trying to get the furthest away I can before he tries to stop me.

“Y/N…you can keep running from me” hoshis voice booms as I get further and further away.

“Sorry sir gotta run” I quickly turn on my heel speed walking to Jisoo’s room.

Once I reach Jisoo’s room, I knock the door softly just incase she’s fallen asleep. This busy day definitely would’ve taken a lot out of her, plus the pain meds there’s a good chance she’s sparko.

“Come in~~” I hear a voice ring out, one I recognise, I open the door with my eyebrow furrowed in confusion but the sight before causes a smile to creep onto my face. Next to jisoos bed is minho, a princess crown adorning his fluff brown hair and a tiny teacup between his fingers, his pinky raised.

“Min…I mean doctor Lee what are you doing in here? I say as I try not to laugh

“Well Jisoo’s parents wanted to take her brother to the cafeteria to get so grub and you weren’t around so I offered to stay with the munchkin while they went and she wanted to play tea party so I raided the play room for these”minho states as he fixes jisoos crown on her head as she sips her pretend tea from her tea cup.

I go over and pick up jisoos chart to see her sats are already noted down, I raise an eyebrow at minho but shrug placing the chart down.

“What I was here, you weren’t …so I filled it out. Since I’m banned from surgery it was something to do” Minho shrugs at me while jisoo pours him some more tea.

“Well thank you, hey jisoo?” I look at the little girl who’s eyes float up to meet mine. I smile as soon as we make eye contact.

“The next time I see you, I’m going to take that Lego out of your belly okay?”

She nods, a small wince noticeable when she moves her body, my eyes shoot to minho who nods at me, letting me know it wasn’t my imagination. I quickly call the nurse into the room.

“Top up her pain meds please? “ I smile at the nurse who happens to be Haechan but my smile drops when he Looks at me wide eyed.

“She’s maxed out doc, I can give her anymore for another hour”

“Shi…Sugar! Get her prepped the plastic is moving quicker than I thought! I’ll meet you down in the OR!! Minho can you let the parents know?!” I sat quickly running towards the door.

“YEP!”

Shit shit shit… I run quickly to the surgical floor, shouting i need my OR prepped now, quickly getting changed into sterile scrubs as burst into the OR scrub room. As I start scrubbing my heart races, jisoo is wheeled in to the OR. She looks so scared and confused but just as I’m about to finish scrubbing in to enter the OR I see a figure walk into the OR, gown and cat scrub cap dawning his body as he goes and sits next too jisoo holding her hand , the worried look quickly fades and a smile graces her lips as they put her under.

“Lee minho…you big softy”

[gnomoflux]

I was walking to school, it's not too far away from home. My dad always tells me that I need to exercise if I want to keep a strong, buff body, or else it wouldn't make sense for humans. And I wanted to keep playing football, so a strong body is the obvious choice. Anyway...

Suddenly, a white van with extremely dark tinted windows pulled over and I had no time to react. Two guys got out, one of them wrapped a dark bag over my head and the other grabbed and threw me inside the van. I knew this was a kidnapping, and I was sure they would go through my phone to call my parents and demand ransom...

But I was wrong.

You see, after they left me in this basement, I could still reach their presence inside the house, on the ground level. There was a third guy there, the driver I'm sure, but his presence was... off. If I could compare with water, a common person would be a clean glass of water. The two brutes were muddy water, still good if you filter correctly. But the third... that was putrid. I wouldn't even compare him to water.

I don't know what he did, but quickly the presence of the other two vanished, as if ceasing to exist. He killed them? They were not expecting that, and the horror I felt on them was so abrupt and vapid it wouldn't even be noticeable if I wasn't paying attention.

I don't know why it took him so long to come down to the basement, probably he was disposing of the bodies... but finally he came down. He was wearing a yellow raincoat, rubber boots and cleaning gloves. Obvious red stains on the front of the raincoat. And he was holding a butcher knife with something red dripping from the blade, the stench of blood very obvious.

That's when I decided to mess with him. You see, both my parents told me to keep my powers to myself, never to show them around. But I thought this situation demands a little rulebreaking...

With each step he took forward, I let my body grow more muscular, until he's less than 5 feet away from me. In that instant, I was too ripped to be contained - both the ropes that tied me up and my school's uniform teared down, scattering on the floor. His face of surprise was pure bliss for me, but I wasn't done. Hehe, not even nearly done.

He turned around, to flee the basement I think, and I slammed shut the door and locked it. I slowly got up and walked up to him, my horns slowly sprouting on my forehead and my skin assuming a redder tone. "Not so brave now, eh, Eric?" Prying into his mind was like running through a maze, but at least the only information I needed was right at the entrance: mentioning his name made the butcher knife shake in his hand. "Who are you?" he asked, basically without courage enough to say anything else. I smiled gently before replying. "I am your worst error... and your worst nightmare."

"I offer you a deal." I continued. I can't even remember his face now without holding in a laughter. "Hand yourself in to the police, confess to all your crimes and where to find the bodies, and I won't devour your soul." I always wanted to torment an evil soul, but I shouldn't draw the humans' attention to me. Thankfully, there were no humans in that basement. I took a grip at his wrist and removed the knife from his hand, playing with it in front of his face. To make a point, I licked the blood on it... yuck, that was disgusting, I know. "You have 12 hours for that."

After that, I unlocked the door and slammed it open, and he darted out of the basement. I could feel his presence running away. After that, I made sure to remove any evidence of me being there - reconstructed the ripped shirt and erased any trace of me on the knife before dropping it on the ground. Shrinked back to my usual size, went back to my skincolor and hid the horns, put on my shirt and darted back home.

I lost a math exam that day, but when I explained everything to my parents they understood. They don't aprove me lying like that - I couldn't devour human souls even if I wanted, that's another type of demon. But they'll let it slide if I get an A on the next exam. I don't know how they managed to convince Mrs. Piper to let me do the exam even after missing it, but I don't need to know.

You were born into a family of demons who escaped hell to live a normal life under humans. Your parents told you never to use your demonic powers. That is until you’re kidnapped by a serial killer of your hometown who you decide to teach a lesson.

[millaphleb]

Mastering Phlebotomy: Essential Tips and Insights for Aspiring Technicians

Mastering Phlebotomy: Essential Tips and Insights for Aspiring Technicians

Phlebotomy, the practice of drawing blood for medical testing, transfusions, research, or‌ donations, is an essential medical skill. Whether ⁣you’re considering a career as a phlebotomist or looking to improve your skills, mastering phlebotomy requires knowledge, practice, and dedication. In this article, we’ll ⁢explore valuable insights, practical tips, and career prospects tailored for aspiring phlebotomy technicians.

Understanding the Role of a Phlebotomist

Phlebotomists play a critical role in the healthcare system. They are responsible for:

Collecting blood samples from ​patients

Ensuring patient safety and⁢ comfort during the procedure

Maintaining sterile techniques to prevent infection

Labeling and processing blood samples accurately

Working closely with healthcare professionals to assist​ in⁤ diagnoses

Essential Skills for⁤ Aspiring Phlebotomists

To become a successful phlebotomist, you must have a⁢ combination ⁢of technical and interpersonal skills. here are some essential skills to develop:

Technical Proficiency: Mastering various blood collection techniques, including venipuncture​ and capillary puncture.

Attention to Detail: Ensuring accurate labeling and handling of samples is crucial in preventing medical errors.

Interaction Skills: Effectively communicating ​with patients to ease anxiety and explain the⁣ procedure.

Emotional Resilience: Comforting distressed patients and maintaining composure in a busy⁤ surroundings.

Training and Certification Requirements

Most employers require phlebotomists to have a high school diploma or equivalent, along with⁣ specialized training. Here’s ⁤a ‌step-by-step ⁢guide to⁣ becoming a certified phlebotomist:

Enroll in a ⁤phlebotomy training program⁣ (typically offered by vocational schools,community colleges,or online platforms).

Complete the program, ​which usually includes both classroom instruction and clinical practice.

Pass a certification exam (certifications are offered by⁣ organizations such as the National Phlebotomy Association and American Society ⁢for Clinical⁢ Pathology).

Seek employment in healthcare settings such as hospitals, clinics, or laboratories.

Benefits of Becoming a Phlebotomist

Choosing a career in phlebotomy has multiple benefits, including:

Job Stability: The​ demand for skilled phlebotomists is consistently high due to the growing healthcare industry.

Short Training Duration: phlebotomy training programs can often ‍be completed in a matter ⁣of months.

Opportunities for Advancement: With experience,phlebotomists can move into supervisory roles or specialize in areas like blood banking or donor screening.

Direct Patient Interaction: Your work will directly affect patients, providing you with‍ a sense of fulfillment and⁤ purpose.

Mastering the Art of⁣ Phlebotomy: Practical Tips

Here are some practical tips to excel in your phlebotomy practice:

1. Practice Regularly

The more you practice,the better you become. Seek opportunities for hands-on experience⁤ during your⁢ training and internships.

2.⁢ Master the​ Equipment

Familiarize yourself with different types of needles, syringes, ⁣and collection tubes. Knowing the right tool for each procedure is vital.

3. Build Rapport with patients

Good communication can turn a‍ stressful experience into a more pleasant one.Make eye⁤ contact and smile to ⁢help put patients​ at ease.

4.Stay Updated with Guidelines

Phlebotomy protocols and best practices can change. Regularly review industry guidelines to remain compliant and​ effective.

5. Focus on ⁤Hygiene and Safety

Adhere to ⁢strict hygiene standards to ensure patient safety and prevent contamination. Always wear gloves and follow ⁢the⁣ correct disposal procedures for medical waste.

Insights from Experienced Phlebotomists

Learning from seasoned professionals can provide invaluable insights. Here’s what some experienced phlebotomists have to say:

Name

Years of Experience

Advice

Jane⁤ Doe

10

“Never rush. Take your time to‌ ensure accuracy and comfort for the ⁤patient.”

John Smith

5

“Keep learning.⁤ A⁢ phlebotomist’s education never ‌truly ends.”

Mary Johnson

15

“Stay calm under pressure. Your demeanor will influence the‌ patient’s experience.”

Common Challenges‍ in Phlebotomy and How ​to Overcome Them

Every profession comes with its challenges. ⁣Phlebotomy⁢ is no exception.⁤ Here are ​some common hurdles and ways to overcome them:

1. Anxiety in Patients

Many patients fear needles. Use calming⁤ techniques:⁢ engage them in conversation, explain each step, and show empathy.

2. Tough Venous Access

Veins can be ⁤challenging to locate. Employ techniques such as‍ applying a warm compress or having the patient squeeze their​ fist to engorge the veins.

3.Occupational Fatigue

Standing for long periods can lead to fatigue. Take regular breaks and practice⁤ good posture techniques to avoid strain.

Conclusion

Mastering phlebotomy is not just about acquiring technical skills; it’s about blending those skills with empathy, patience, and professionalism. As an aspiring phlebotomist, your journey will come with challenges‍ and ‍rewards, but with the right training and dedication, you‍ can excel in this vital healthcare role. Remember, the goal is not only to draw blood but⁢ to deliver a‍ supportive and reassuring experience for every patient.

If you are passionate about patient‌ care and are looking ​for a fulfilling career in healthcare, phlebotomy might be ⁣the perfect path for you.⁤ Stay committed, keep learning, and watch your career flourish!

https://phlebotomycertificationcourse.net/mastering-phlebotomy-essential-tips-and-insights-for-aspiring-technicians/

[stellaphlebotomist]

Master Phlebotomy: Top Practice Questions and Answers for Exam Success!

Master Phlebotomy: Top Practice Questions and Answers for Exam Success!

Are you preparing for your phlebotomy‍ exams? Do you⁤ want to ensure your success on test day? This comprehensive guide​ provides top practice questions and‍ answers, beneficial tips, and expert ‌advice to help you master phlebotomy and achieve your certification with confidence.

Understanding​ Phlebotomy: An Overview

Phlebotomy refers to the practice⁢ of drawing blood ​for​ clinical or medical testing, transfusions, research, or blood donations. As a⁤ phlebotomist, your role is crucial in the⁣ healthcare ‍industry. Understanding the fundamentals of phlebotomy, including anatomy, ⁤techniques, and safety protocols, is ⁣vital for your success.

Top Practice Questions and Answers

1. What is the primary purpose of phlebotomy?

Answer: The ‌primary purpose of phlebotomy is to collect blood samples for laboratory⁣ testing, which ​helps in diagnosing diseases and monitoring patient health.

2. Name two common veins used for venipuncture.

Answer: The most commonly used⁣ veins ‍for venipuncture are the median⁤ cubital vein and the cephalic vein.

3. ‍What is the ⁣proper order‌ of draw for blood collection tubes?

Answer: The proper order of draw is as follows:

1.‍ Blood culture tubes

2. Coagulation tubes (blue top)

3. ​Serum tubes (red⁣ or gold top)

4. Heparin tubes (green top)

5. EDTA tubes (lavender top)

6. Glycolytic inhibitor tubes ‌(grey ‌top)

4. What safety measures should be taken‍ during a venipuncture?

Answer: Important safety⁢ measures ‍include:

Wearing gloves to prevent contamination.

Using a new, sterile needle for each procedure.

Labeling samples appropriately to avoid mix-ups.

Disposing of sharps and biohazard ⁣materials properly.

Benefits of Mastering Phlebotomy

Mastering phlebotomy provides numerous benefits‌ that extend beyond ​just passing the exam:

Job Opportunities: ​ Phlebotomists are in high demand⁤ across​ healthcare settings, including hospitals,‍ clinics, and laboratories.

Skill ⁤Development: Gain expertise in a ⁢vital ‍clinical skill that is foundational for many‍ healthcare careers.

Patient Interaction: Enjoy the opportunity to interact with patients and provide valuable services.

Practical Tips for Exam Success

To increase your chances of successfully passing the phlebotomy exam, consider these⁢ practical tips:

Study regularly using various resources, such as ‍textbooks, online courses,‌ and ⁢practice exams.

Create‍ a study schedule to ensure ‍ample time for review ​before your exam date.

Practice hands-on skills ​in a clinical or lab setting, under‍ supervision if possible.

Join study groups or forums online to discuss concepts and practice questions with ⁣peers.

Case‌ Studies: Real-Life Application of Phlebotomy

Understanding how phlebotomy ​works in real-life ‌scenarios can ‍enhance your ⁤knowledge:

Case ⁢Study 1: A patient presents with symptoms​ suggesting a viral infection. The phlebotomist collects blood for multiple tests, ensuring proper tube ‍selection to obtain accurate results.

Case Study 2: A phlebotomist experiences ​a needlestick injury after ⁢a venipuncture. The incident is‍ documented, and safety protocols are reviewed to prevent future occurrences.

First-Hand Experiences from Phlebotomists

Insights from ‍those who have ​gone through⁤ the process can offer valuable guidance:

Emily, Certified Phlebotomist: “Practicing on real patients⁤ at my clinical rotation was invaluable. ⁤It boosted my⁤ confidence and helped solidify my knowledge of phlebotomy techniques.”

Helpful ‍Resources for Phlebotomy Exam Preparation

Consider utilizing the following resources in your exam⁤ preparation:

Online Practice Exams

Phlebotomy Textbooks

YouTube Tutorials

Local Phlebotomy Workshops

Conclusion: Your Path to Phlebotomy Success

Mastering phlebotomy is a rewarding and essential step in your healthcare career. By engaging⁤ with these practice questions‍ and utilizing the tips provided, you can enhance ​your knowledge, skills, and confidence. Remember to stay motivated and focused as you prepare for your exam,‍ and you’ll find​ yourself well ⁤on the path to becoming a successful phlebotomist!

https://phlebotomytechnicianprogram.org/master-phlebotomy-top-practice-questions-and-answers-for-exam-success/

[conniephleb]

Mastering CNA Phlebotomy: Essential Skills Every Healthcare Assistant Should Know

Mastering CNA Phlebotomy: ​Essential Skills Every⁣ Healthcare Assistant Should Know

‌ ⁢ ​ ‌ ⁣‍ ⁢ As‍ a⁤ Certified ‌Nursing Assistant (CNA), one of the growing ‌demands in the healthcare field is proficiency in ⁣phlebotomy.‍ This ‍essential skill ‌not only enhances your ⁣capabilities as a healthcare assistant but also significantly contributes to patient care. In ⁣this​ article,⁣ we’ll explore the fundamental⁢ phlebotomy skills every ​CNA should master,‍ along with practical tips, benefits, and⁤ real-world experiences. Whether you’re just starting your career or⁢ looking to enhance your skillset, this guide is for you!

Understanding⁢ Phlebotomy:⁤ The Basics

⁢ ⁣ Phlebotomy⁢ is the practice of drawing blood for medical tests, transfusions, donations, or research. It plays a critical‍ role ⁣in ⁤diagnosing diseases and monitoring health conditions.⁣ For‌ CNAs, having basic phlebotomy skills is increasingly⁤ advantageous, allowing you to contribute‌ more effectively to ⁣patient care.

Essential Phlebotomy Skills for CNAs

‍ ⁣ ⁢ ​ ‍​ ‍ To master phlebotomy as a ⁤CNA, several key skills are required:

1. Understanding Anatomy and ⁢Blood Circulation

⁣ ‌ ‌ A ⁤comprehensive‍ understanding of the human anatomy,⁢ particularly the venous system, is crucial. Familiarizing yourself with common ⁢venipuncture sites such⁣ as​ the median cubital vein, cephalic vein, and basilic vein is essential for successful blood draws.

2. Properly Using Phlebotomy Equipment

⁣ ‌ ⁣ ​ ‌ ⁣ ⁢ ‌ Familiarity with phlebotomy tools and equipment ​is vital. Key items include:

Needles (various ⁢gauges)

Vacutainer systems

Alcohol swabs

Gloves

Bandages

3. Infection⁢ Control and Safety Procedures

⁢ ⁢ ⁣ Adhering to strict infection control protocols is critical. This includes:

Wearing gloves and other protective gear

Disinfecting all equipment ​and skin surfaces

Properly disposing of needles and biohazard materials

Benefits of Mastering Phlebotomy as a ‍CNA

⁣ ⁢ Mastering phlebotomy offers numerous advantages:

Enhanced Job Opportunities: Proficiency ⁢in phlebotomy increases your employability and can‍ lead to higher-paying positions.

Improved Patient‍ Care: Skills in ​phlebotomy enable you to assist with various procedures,‍ thereby ensuring that patients receive timely care.

Professional Growth: Gaining new ‍skills can pave ⁤the way for further advancements in your⁣ healthcare career.

Practical ⁤Tips for ⁤Successful Phlebotomy

‌ ⁣ ⁣ ⁤ ⁤ ‍ Here⁤ are some practical tips to help you excel in phlebotomy:

Practice, Practice, Practice: ⁣The more you⁤ practice, the more comfortable ​and skilled⁣ you⁣ will‌ become. Seek opportunities for hands-on training whenever possible.

Stay Calm and ‍Composed: Patient reassurance‌ can significantly reduce anxiety and‍ improve their experience.

Double-Check Labels: Always ensure that samples are ⁢correctly labeled to avoid any mix-ups.

Case‌ Studies ​and First-Hand Experience

‌ ‍ ‌ ⁣ Numerous CNAs have⁢ significantly benefited from mastering phlebotomy. For instance, a CNA named‍ Jamie shared her story of how learning blood draw techniques‍ boosted her confidence when assisting in medical procedures.

⁤ ​ ‍ ⁢ ‌ ⁤ Jamie stated, “Once I learned effective phlebotomy techniques, I felt more integrated into the healthcare⁢ team. I also noticed that my relationships with‌ patients improved as they appreciated my ability⁣ to help during their diagnostic procedures.”

How to Get ‍Trained in Phlebotomy

‍ ​ ‍ ‌ Many community colleges ⁤and vocational schools offer phlebotomy programs‌ tailored ⁢for healthcare assistants. Here’s a brief overview of what ‍to⁤ expect ⁢in training:

Training Component

Description

Theory ⁢Classes

Introduction to​ anatomy, blood types, and regulations.

Hands-On Practice

Supervised⁢ blood⁤ draws on training dummies.

Certification

Passing exams to obtain ⁤certification in phlebotomy.

Conclusion

⁣Mastering​ phlebotomy is an⁣ invaluable asset for ​any CNA aiming to⁢ excel in the healthcare field. Not only does it enhance your skillset and⁢ expand your ‌professional opportunities, ‌but it‌ also assures patients that they‌ are⁣ receiving competent care. By acquiring essential phlebotomy ⁤skills,⁣ practicing consistently, and adhering ​to strict safety protocols, you’ll provide ‍better patient experiences‌ and contribute positively to healthcare teams.⁣ Start your journey today⁢ and ​become a proficient healthcare assistant⁣ capable of making ​a difference.

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