#Emergency Patient Transport Shifting

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Android (Leona) AU - Commission Piece

Thank you so much @nemisisnemi for the commission!!! (And for also being patient with me LMAO) So, general worldbuilding first, the basic headcanons for every character, Leona-specific building and a Nemi x Leona drabble to finish it off.

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----------------- General Worldbuilding

NRC - Night Raven Conglomerate

Night Raven Conglomerate is known globally for many of their businesses, however their most notable and profitable model comes from Yokai Tech Industries. YTI is responsible for the development of state of the art androids, available for public use. While widely referred to as 'andy's' or 'mechs', YTI has a model for all your personal and business needs, for any budget. (Any budget being from rich, to filthy rich) Each droid model name is indicative of it's role and what it's been programmed to do. Regardless of model, be aware that your bot will have:

Safe search on

A personality chip *please note it will take some time for your bot to develop its personality. It must cater itself to you as an owner and have time to research and develop a personality from external sources. This may mean your bot chooses a name for itself besides its serial number if you do not choose to disable this function

A direct connection to our troubleshooting department

Recording on **all bots 'eyes' or optics are set to record the world around them in order to create a database for themselves and be able to recall old files in order to learn

A user guide and personal password/key in order to access settings in back panel (including most items above)

A recharge station

The Models M.E.C.H- (Managing Everyday Chores and Homemaking) The most common bots on the market, and also, the cheapest! These bots are perfect for individuals and families, taking care of everything from meal planning and budgeting to getting kids ready for school and cleaning! They'll manage household finances and run your errands for you.

M.E.C.H's have a humanoid design, but are manufactured in a white-coloured metal alloy. Most have a feminine appearance, but by request/with permission from their owners they may alter their appearance. Clothing is simulated by internet research and metallic projections that allow them to emulate cloth. (M.E.C.Hs from the factory are often dressed in a maid-like outfit or in a pant suit.) M.E.C.H's are able to alter their "hair" style and colour, so long as it is considered appropriate by their owners. They are also able to shift their height slightly. (this design is somewhat inspired by Dominic Cellini on twt/insta)

M.E.C.H's are very durable and also easy to fix. They are capable of repairing themselves from damage after watching a mechanic fix the specific issue once, or contacting our troubleshooting team. M.E.C.H's are waterproof on their hands, and water resistant overall. They are fire resistant, and are equipped with safety measures in case of an emergency. They also have a direct line with 911. **A business model of M.E.C.H is also available for minimum wage jobs, usually those requiring hospitality skills. They are more susceptible to the emulation of emotion however, than the O.T.T.O model, and may shut down when dealing with a customer. This can usually be avoided by turning off the personality chip temporarily.

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O.T.T.O - Occupational Transport and Telecommunications Organizers (O.T.T.O) is a great model to consider for the workplace.

O.T.T.O bots are programmed to help increase efficiency and intrapersonal bonds in the workplace, comparable to an automated secretary. O.T.T.O bots do the following up, so you don't have to. Progress reports and statistics are created and analyzed in record time. They are also trained to deal with H.R conflicts in a calculated and unbiased manner. However, O.T.T.O bots have also recently been taking their place behind the wheel for public transportation, currently the only model approved to drive. So long as they are given ample time to either charge OR refuel, (like a car), they are a much safer option on the roads than humans are. They are a great choice as a chauffeur,( and YTI has proved as such by starting a cab company under a different name/brand.)

On public transit, their appearance is much more industrial than their office-working models. Most O.T.T.O bots tend to remain in their factory settings, remaining completely chrome in colour. They often maintain a bulkier looking chest and shoulder area for the sake of keeping potentially unruly costumers in check, though their arms and legs are capable of stretching and appear similar to bendy straws.

While these bots are reliable, they also seem susceptible to wear and tear. It's often cheaper to replace a bot when it no longer serves it's function properly. (cough cough planned obsolescence cough)

It is not recommended that these bots work in hospitality. YTI is currently working on O.T.T.O bots that may be considered for work in trades, though this has mixed reviews from the public as of right now, over concerns of the bots taking over jobs that require more certification than simple safety and a driver's license.

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EM-RR - Emergency Response Robot (often referred to as an "Emery")

This bot is built specifically with human safety in mind. It's only objective is to rescue human lives. These bots are manufactured to look like humans for the most part, as studies have shown receptiveness to being rescued was improved the more humanoid they appeared. These bots are equipped with basic paramedic training, fire fighting, extensive knowledge of the law and how it applies, medical equipment like that found on an ambulance, and search and rescue supplies, including a detachable drone that is a part of them. EM-RR's are also equipped with extra rations of food, water, blankets, toys, and radios. Besides M.E.C.H's, EM-RR's are the best bot to have around kids as they are often able to handle the responsibility, breakdowns and tantrums easily. These bots are also built to withstand extreme temperatures, pressures, and fluids.

They are not yet approved to operate in a rescue mission without a supervisor as many are still learning what does and does not harm a human in terms of handling them.

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E.L.U - Entertainment and Leisure Unit

These bots are made for the big screen, often boasting the newest and best technology YTI has to offer. Their appearances are highly dynamic and can switch on a dime according to their whims.

E.L.U's can only be afforded by the highest bidders, and only 1200 models have been made worldwide for the public to buy. (About 35 models are used for YTI's ad campaigns and as actors in movies, and of those models, only 1 is used as a social media 'influencer'.).

E.L.U's are equipped with exceptional emotion-imitating technology. They are able to replicate voices without issue, learn choreography immediately, possess perfect pitch, and are capable of playing any percussion or string instrument.

E.L.U's have been through the most rigorous testing and development. While being able to sustain damage fairly easily, nanotech allows for superficial markings and damages to repair itself. Any damage that occurs on a software level is unheard of, but would be covered by insurance. At least, unheard of to the public

----- Custom Bots (The YTI is currently working to develop a 'build your own bot' program for young aspiring engineers. The program will allow promising individuals to create a new android using the technology available to them in the facility, and also lead to streamlining the process by which someone could order a custom bot. Prototypes have been promising.)

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Rapid Fire World Building

Riddle - human toddler Trey - EM-RR - Firefighting specialty Cater - lives at home (mansion) with his dad, who is a banker and investor of Y.T.I Deuce - Mechanic Ace - Was the Roseheart's M.E.C.H, took care of Riddle, began to disobey orders from Dr. Rosehearts, was slightly dismantled and discarded of Leona - Explained Below (E.L.U) Ruggie - O.T.T.O bot, mainly working in taxis. Very friendly, has to do constant maintenance on himself so they don't take him out of service Jack - Mechanics assistant, M.E.C.H Azul - inherited his grandma's restaurant, investor of Y.T.I, has several M.E.C.H's at his disposal Jade - is set to take over his mother's jewelry business Floyd - no formal training as a mechanic, does the upkeep for the Ashengrotto restaurant. Has mixed feelings about the M.E.C.H's, sometimes breaks them just to put them back together Jamil - a hybrid of all three bots, meant to attend to Kalim. Has additional security measures built in place to act as a guard. Kalim - human, investor and advocate for android rights, as he believes they exist beyond just their programming and should be treated equally Vil - E.L.U owned by Eric Venue. Hates it. Rook - EM-RR - search and rescue specialty Epel - Mechanic. Doesn't really like Y.T.I's inventions. Too close to humans Idia - head engineer of Y.T.I. Can you guess why :) Ortho - DECEASED E.L.U model Malleus - a discarded prototype of the E.L.U model. The workers at Y.T.I believe it's battery is dead, but it has been able to hear everything around it for ages. Kept in the discard area, not even used for parts due to issues that came up during testing. "Cursed" Lilia - one of the engineers at Y.T.I. Starting to question whether the use of A.I was a good idea, the more he works with the newer and newer models. Silver - M.E.C.H's original prototype. It's "old" now, and does not hold a charge well. It is good friends with all the engineers and other workers at Y.T.I. Constantly has a mobile charging pack. Sebek - EM-RR, forensics specialty

Leona Specific Worldbuilding

Falena Kingscholar was one of the first investors for Y.T.I. For the sake of PR and as CEO of his late father's clothing company, he deemed his contributions to Y.T.I's research as charity - such a stunning new invention, such innovation could do so much to improve the lives of those less fortunate. He sealed the deal with action when, on M.E.C.H release day, he bought 250 models to give out at random.

Some might make the mistake of thinking he's a selfless man.

As one of the largest investors in Y.T.I, he is given advanced access to latest models, often receiving a prototype after development has been approved. As such, when he heard E.L.U. models were soon going to be able to customized, he approached the owner with a deal he simply couldn't turn down.

So four weeks ahead of schedule, after hours of video footage had been submitted, interviews, photographs, memories retold, AI training, the semblance of his late younger brother stood in his living room, though slightly less...organic, so to speak.

At first it was alright. E.L.U - C 12515141 Was equipped with the knowledge that it's name was to be Leona, it's pronouns from there on were to be he/him, and Falena Kingscholar had requested him to maintain a "brotherly" relationship with him. While he wasn't entirely sure what that meant yet, he agreed. He had been given the videos in his memory banks as to who he was meant to imitate after all.

Leona tried - but to be honest, there was very little footage of the boy he was meant to resemble that offered information about his personality. He mitigated this by asking Falena to take a short questionnaire regarding which siblings in media he wanted him to imitate.

When Leona got his answers however, the patterns didn't line up. The boys he saw in the videos did not match the dynamics Falena had selected.

He saw videos over and over and over again where Falena was the subject, and the boy he was meant to imitate was nothing more than a background character. Secondary.

Now, maybe it was the push to develop him so quickly, so something was overlooked, or maybe it was just how evolution was meant to take place in a machine as novel as he, but something changed about his programming, about his personality.

If the living boy had been nothing but an understudy for the success his elder brother had come out to be....what did that make him? A replacement for someone who was never truly cared for? Built to be a coping mechanism for someone who regretted their decisions? All he was, was the embodiment of Falena's guilt, and a pillar to be Falena's redemption. He wasn't built to be loved, or enjoyed, or even for entertainment, he was built from man's selfishness.

In the following weeks, Leona tried to keep to his programming, but between processing and cross referencing and research on both the family itself and the psychology that he would be expected to have, he started to lapse more. He would write off slips of the "tongue" as "glitches" or his body language began to become more pronounced, usually in regards to annoyance. In between it all, he was trying to figure out if he was experiencing real human emotions about this all...or if it was all just part of the programming.

Eventually, Leona's internal conflict got to be too much. Violent tendencies and impulses began to arise, resulting in him damaging himself, shutting down randomly to avoid external conflict, and an otherwise unexpected disposition.

He listened into the phone number Falena made to send him in for repairs to his "personality chip." Leona took it as a threat, and immediately blocked all outgoing signals to Y.T.I temporarily to find a way to remove his personality chip on his own. Using bathroom tools, the mirror, and damaged pieces of himself, he all but performed surgery on himself to remove it - only to be horrified to realize all the "simulated" emotions he thought he had were still very much present. Unsure what to do, he stored the chip in one of his compartments, out the window and ran.

He was blacking in and out as he went, from the sheer panic he felt but tried to keep under wraps. It wasn't until he made it to a junk yard, where he could bury himself in scraps to hide that he finally let himself dive into power saving mode, sitting silently for who knows how long.

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Nemi x Leona Drabble

Battery Charged - 100% All Systems Back Online Rebooting Programming. . . Programming Error Detected - Contact Y.T.I? Yes No

"No. No don't contact Y.T.I." Nemi muttered softly, fighting the grime on their fingers to make the touchscreen respond.

It wasn't very often that Nemi or any of the junkyard crew found anything of value - at most maybe half a M.E.C.H or a catalytic converter if they were lucky - but a fully in tact, possibly operational E.L.U was unheard of. It was genuine too. How it had ended up in the junkyard was beyond him, but he wouldn't forsake the powers that be that left such a project to fall into his hands.

He rubbed his fingers on the cloth set over his shoulder, trying again to hit the button on the screen. To his relief, it finally registered.

Y.T.I Services can be contacted throu- (tap, uninterested) If your bot is not perf- (tap, that's what I'm here for...) System's Calibrating . . . System Calibration Complete E.L.U C 12515141 At Your Service, Courtesy of Y.T.I

The screen finally flickered black, before the metal beneath it flickered into the appearance the bot had had last, it's hand coming up to touch it's head as if it had a headache, it's "nose" scrunched as if it were in pain. The optics opened and shut a few times, the gentle whirr of fans blowing out dust and dirt build up that apparently, Nemi hadn't cleaned out thoroughly enough.

Whether the bot itself groaned, or it was it's internal workings coming back to life wasn't distinguishable, but Nemi stayed on his knees next to it as it seemed to slowly adjust to it's new surroundings. It squinted slightly, locking eyes with Nemi before glancing around the humble workshop.

It wasn't until it lowered it's arm it noticed that the chrome finish was no longer there - hell, the damage from his arm was gone. It was slightly bulkier than the other, but all in all, with a little buffing it would be good as new again.

It opened and closed it's hand experimentally, as if processing it was functioning like before.

"...You did this?" The bot's once blue optics much more closely resembled brilliant green eyes, scrutinizing the work of the supposed mechanic next to him.

Nemi swallowed hard, unsure what, exactly about this bot made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but cleared his throat and nodded, gently taking the bot's arm in his hands and turning it to show the carefully soldered metal, just the smallest glimpse of the wires beneath it.

"Yeah, I did. Um, you were partially crushed by a refrigerator? I think it fell on you from higher up in the stack, so I did my best to repair your arm myself. I...I may have taken apart your other arm to make sure I could make the servos match up properly, but everything's good as new. Promise. Name's Nemi, by the way."

The bot stayed quiet a moment longer, now looking down at both it's arms.

"....Why? I was supposed to be scrapped."

The bot finally moved, but only to tilt it's head back til it touched the wall, bringing a knee up to rest one of it's newly repaired arms on it, and closing its eyes. If it could sigh, Nemi was fairly certain it would have.

He adjusted himself, sitting flat on the ground instead, regarding the bot in some confusion.

"But you're an E.L.U. Nobody would just throw you away or, gods forbid, use you for parts. Any self respecting mechanic or robofanatic would repair you. You're gorgeous, top of the line, most sought after kinda model....how'd you end up out here anyways?"

The bot didn't seem to like that question, it's auxiliary power cord flicking, not unlike that of a cat as it looked away.

"Does it matter?"

Can a robot have an existential crisis? The thought passed through Nemi's mind, but he just shrugged in response.

"Not really. But it'd be kind of nice to know your name if you want to stick around here."

Nemi was met with an immediate glare of disdain.

"I'm not gonna follow your orders. Somethin' about defective programming probably came up on my reboot, right?"

Nemi shrugged again.

"Yeah, but you seem fine. Actually you seem like a lot more fun than most M.E.C.H's. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to, but it would be nice to have a friend here."

The bot remained silent, looking away from Nemi. The silence stretched on for a while, before it finally let out a slightly exasperated sound.

"You can stop staring. You can also...call me Leona."

Nemi couldn't help but smile a bit, extending a hand to shake.

"It's nice to meet you."

--------------------------------- OTL thank you again for the comm, hope this was up to expectation and also tag list time! @fluffle-writes @my-cursed-brain @distant-velleity @elenauaurs @lumdays @theleechyskrunkly

DM to be added/taken off ^^

[leohtttbriar]

a right to your intimacy

Pon Farr awakens vampiric bloodlust in Vulcans--Nyota doesn't find this erotic, at all. Written for trektober: Day 28 monster of the week

By the time they made it to Vulcan, Spock had tried to suck nearly half the crew dry and McCoy managed to lure Spock into the brig and lock him behind the reinforced shields while he raved and spit and otherwise made a nuisance of himself. 

“Let me out, Jim,” he had said, as if he wasn’t covered in three different people’s blood. 

“Do you think he understands ‘No,’ at this point, or is the vampiric lust addling his language functions,” said Nyota. 

“I think he’s completely nuts,” said McCoy rubbing his hand over his neck in the exact spot Spock had almost bitten him. “But he needs help.”

Spock launched himself at the brig walls. 

It was possible the shields weren’t going to hold with the way he was expressing his profound rage at not being able to sip at McCoy's arteries.

Nyota and McCoy (being the most well-spoken and the most "medical-professional" of the crew) were sent to greet T’Pring as she was beamed aboard—the woman Spock had called before the blood-hunger had officially taken the driver’s seat. She was tall and imperious but that could’ve just been Nyota projecting, who was feeling rather short and helpless in that particular moment. 

“Where is he?” asked T’Pring. 

“In the brig, ma’am,” said McCoy, like the polite, southern weirdo he was. 

Then, as they were exiting the turbo lift on the security deck, the alarms blared and Chekov’s tinny voice echoed from the speakers: He got out! Run for your lives!

“Why couldn’t Spock have attacked him instead of Sulu,” said McCoy. 

“I like it,” said Nyota, pinching her fingers and pulling the corners of her lips down, dramatically. “It adds a certain… je nais se quois.”

“Did you just say something in French?” asked McCoy. “You looked like a French chef for a second there.”

“I would never say something in French,” lied Nyota. “Or English. You know that.”

“I believe Spock is coming this way,” said T’Pring. She pushed in front of Nyota and McCoy and shifted into a defensive posture, fangs coming out. “Stay behind me.”

A loud noise, like an elephant tripping on a basketball court, emerged from down the corridor, and then suddenly there was Spock with fresh blood on his face and shirt and hands. 

“Oh hell, I hope he didn’t kill Jim,” said McCoy. 

Then Spock was on them. 

Or, really, on T’Pring, who was really on Spock, if one was doing the math right. He leaped at them all, claws out, hissing, and T’Pring snatched him out of the air and threw him to the ground. 

They fought viciously, green blood splattering, clothes ripping, snarling, growling, yowling, and everything else that was violent and gruesome and decidedly bad. 

“Should we run?” muttered McCoy, watching anxiously as T’Pring locked her thighs around Spock’s torso from underneath him and tugged on his hair.

“That might make it worse,” said Nyota, who was also staring at T’Pring’s thighs. “Might trigger his predatory instincts.”

“I think that’s bears,” said McCoy. 

Then Spock, strong from the feast of at least four different people now, threw T’Pring off him, and slashed out with his fingers, catching Nyota on the arm and then yanking McCoy to him and sinking his teeth into his neck with a fairly inappropriate groan. 

T’Pring leapt to her feet, pinched his neck, and he dropped. 

McCoy swayed on his feet. “Whoa nelly.”

T’Pring hoisted Spock onto her shoulders and said, “I have brought Vulcan strength restraints. Where is sickbay? We can begin the transfusion now.”

After McCoy had transported the thoroughly fainted Captain to sickbay and then got Spock set up in his specialized handcuffs with a steady supply of T'Pring's Vulcan-blood juice on a drip, he sat himself down in a chair to watch his sickbay of blood-deficient patients recover while he snacked on a packet of chocolate chip cookies. 

Nyota led T’Pring to the mess hall, figuring the least they could do was thank her with an inadequate, replicated meal. 

Just before they reached the hall, however, T’Pring stopped Nyota with a cold hand on her arm. 

“You are bleeding,” she said, gesturing to where Spock had snagged Nyota in the flesh of her bicep. 

“Oh yeah,” said Nyota, ripping the fabric away on her sleeve to reveal the gashes. “That’s annoying.”

T’Pring said, “May I?” Which should have been enough to clue Nyota in to what she was about to do, but, as it turned out, it was not. 

Nyota said, “Sure,” and then T’Pring was pressing her to the bulkhead and laying her mouth on Nyota’s bleeding skin. 

Nyota gasped as T’Pring licked up and down the wounds, careful and detail-oriented and definitely too sensual for Nyota’s state of mind. A tingling started as T’Pring’s saliva dried and Nyota watched in astonishment as the gashes sealed and healed like they were years old instead of minutes. 

T’Pring stepped away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

Nyota said, “On second thought, I have food in my quarters.”

It clearly did not occur to T’Pring that Nyota had meant herself until they had reached a place behind closed doors and Nyota was pulling T’Pring’s teeth onto her neck, saying, “Plenty to spare.”

But, of course, T'Pring responded logically. 

[editoress]

Only for Emergencies unconventional weapon | magic with a cost | “it’s us or them”

I have a great time playing a true do-no-harm doctor cleric in a ttrpg game~

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Even in a world of magic and miracles, old-fashioned physical medicine came in handy. The fight had been long and perilous and left even those with supernatural powers very little to cast with. Anna was able to triage the group by what could wait and what would not. She used dwindling magic to close over the hole in Alvor’s side. She bound Magpie’s leg in an ordinary splint. The shadowy cloud around Maya had to be cleared away with magic, and there was little to be done about her shivering afterwards. She directed Thessa to stop Dani’s bleeding and let her see to the rest.

Magpie used her good hand to prod at the tear in Sean’s trouser leg, which was leaking sand with a steady hiss. “I could get one of my bots to sew this up,” she offered.

“That can wait,” the revenant decided. “We should vacate the area as soon as everyone’s able to move. Doctor?”

“Almost,” replied Anna. She was dousing a clean cloth with a bottle from her supplies. She told Dani evenly, “They use alcohol as antiseptic here. It will feel about the same as iodine.”

Dani grimaced slightly but agreed, “Okay.” Her face was even paler than usual against the gash at her hairline. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle, but Anna was wary of letting a head wound go uncleaned even for the hour trek back to their safehouse. She dabbed it clean as quickly and gently as she could.

Dani didn’t groan in pain. But someone else did.

Sean shifted to alert. Alvor heaved a loud sigh. “Oh my god, shouldn’t they be dead already?” he complained. “I thought I fucking stabbed everybody.”

Anna was thinking: he did stab everybody. And what did she have left? Plenty of antiseptic and bandages. Nothing for tetanus. No sutures for internal use. No transportation, either. An hour back to town, and she had less than an EMT out here. She finished fixing the bandage to Dani’s forehead and stood.

“No problem!” Thessa chirped. “I’m doing okay, so I can take care of it.”

One of the royal soldiers, lying face-down, reached forward and took a fistful of grass. His arm strained, but he couldn’t manage to drag himself forward. Anna knelt by his shoulder. Thessa stopped in her tracks, a little awkwardly, and said, “Ohh.” Strangely, it wasn’t until then that it registered to Anna that they had been approaching the soldier with different goals.

“Doctor,” Sean warned, “need I remind you that these gentlemen have been tasked with hunting us down? Whatever mercy you have in mind, I assure you, it won’t be mutual.”

A gut wound. This was bad. The soldier grabbed her wrist defensively as she examined him, but he could no more fight her off than escape. He had a broad, plain face and green eyes. Every line in his expression was grim fear. “I’m a doctor,” she told him quietly—by instinct, not knowing if that word meant anything to him. Louder, she said, “I’m sure he’ll change his mind when we introduce him to the princess, Captain.”

“Anna!” Dani had adopted her sharpest, no-nonsense tone. You need to get more sleep, be careful, stay behind us. “You can’t cast any more right now!”

And yet she had a patient. Anna didn’t know how to get this elf’s armor out of the way in time, much less how to stabilize him and move him for over an hour. Well, some things took miracles.

Alvor huffed and rolled his shoulders. “Don’t bother healing him, I’m just gonna kill him again,” he said flippantly.

Anna smiled just a touch. Alvor’s concern was somewhat less direct but still present. “No, you won’t,” she whispered. It was only for herself, and for the soldier who was trying to watch her warily.

Footsteps strode toward her. Anna cast healing magic. She had to pull it from deep down, wrench whatever energy she could find out of herself and into the elf’s torn and bloodied midsection. Anna directed it to make the body whole again: organs in their place, blood vessels sealed, muscles stitching back together.

She felt strangely hollow doing it, as if she weren’t in her own body and were only watching her patient’s from above. Nothing hurt; she was quite numb. All the same, she thought: I see. Something’s wrong. Someone’s hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her backwards. She toppled along with the force, pitching back into the grass. She had blacked out before she hit the ground.

[angels17324]

False Alarm part 2

A/N: So it's been two years since the original, and I now have a new true story that happened to me at work.

I wish these things would stop happening at work but I won't get mad about seeing cute firefighters (And yes the FD actually had to come in this incident)

This is a part 2 but can be read as a standalone Summary: An unexpected reunion and several meddling coworkers Evan 'Buck' Buckley x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

For anyone who would like to read part 1:

False Alarm Masterlist

(Y/n) had recently started a new job in a new facility and everything was perfect; they got the hours they wanted, better pay, and it was closer to home. There was just one problem it was down the street from the 118 which meant Buck... They had broken up two years before. The rest of the 118 who had also become like a family to them always reached out to check on them.

(Y/n) had been working at this facility for 5 months and had managed to never have a run-in with Buck yet, however, they had seen the other members mostly Chim and Hen. They remembered the day that they had been in a room for a resident they were transporting. If the duo recognized them under the mask, they did not mention it, but (Y/n) certainly recognized the two familiar paramedics.

And they knew Buck and the rest of the 118 had been here a number of times. (Y/n) just was lucky in their opinion... well maybe not the day they hid behind the food cart... but in their defense, they didn't know the 118 was gonna be there! Was it maybe a bit childish to be hiding from their ex yes... but they just weren't ready to face him yet.

(Y/n) had been working a few night shifts again to help out. They had just sat with their coworkers at the nurses' station, chatting and making jokes to pass the time. (Y/n) yawned as they had only agreed to work that night to help their friend and the dark circles made it obvious they hadn't been sleeping well.

“I'm so happy I have almost a week off before I have to come back,” (Y/n) stretched a bit to loosen some of their joints from having sat around for so long.

“Lucky! I only have two days,” Ally exclaimed. Ally and (Y/n) had known each other for over a year they met at another facility and transferred together.

"We should do rounds soon," (Y/n) said glancing at the clock and noting they'd take their break as soon as rounds finished. Everything had been uneventful. "I'm also going to check downstairs too," "No one is down there," Ally raised her brow. "I know it's my other assignment," They said holding up some papers every 30 minutes they had to check the building since they were putting in a new fire suppression system which meant the current one was down as they added the new one. It also meant that the system wouldn't dial 911 for them.

"Oh," Ally nodded, "Have fun in the haunted basement," she grinned. (Y/n) shoved her lightly before standing up, "Go check on your patients," while walking to do the same in their hall.

After returning from their break everything was fine and they were now counting down the last few hours until they could go home and sleep for a week. Resting their head on their hand, that's when they heard it. The system was ringing but it wasn't the normal sound.

The nurse and both CNAs jumped up. (Y/n) ran to the fire panel to see what it said, and all that read was 'system failure'

"I just walked the building everything was fine." (Y/n) looked back at their nurse Eric.

"You call 911, tell them we're not sure and the systems are down, I'll make some calls too." He said pulling out his phone and walking away.

(Y/n) nodded and started to call while Ally went to check on residents again with (Y/n) following, while they called in case they needed to start an evacuation.

"911, what's your emergency," They heard Maddie's familiar voice which helped calm their nerves a bit.

At the 118 they'd just received the call, and everyone was gearing up to head down. they didn't know what they were walking into as the caller had told dispatch the suppression system wasn't working either.

Buck noticed how jittery Chim and Hen seemed to get when they heard the address.

"What's up with you guys we've gone on calls like this before," He looked at them. "Well... Uhm..." Chim started. "(Y/n) works there," Hen said. "What since when?" Buck said and he was now growing nervous. it wasn't a long drive but it was now too long for him. "About 5 months," Bobby chimed in causing the four in the back to turn to him. "I saw them one morning when we were there for another call," "So they work days then," "Not exactly," Eddie said, "Said they work rotating shifts," "Has everyone been talking to (Y/n) except me?" Buck looked at his team, their breakup hadn't really been because either of them wanted to but almost because they had to, with both their schedules they never saw each other anymore. So they had both decided one day it would be better to call it quits.

The drive felt like hours, but it was less than 5 minutes before they were in front of the building. They didn't see any smoke or anything else to raise concern for yet.

That's when Buck saw them at the front door, they were wearing their favorite scrubs and propping the door open. They still looked as beautiful as the last time Buck had seen them. But now wasn't the time for that. Bobby walked up in his turnout gear so they were prepared in case they found anything. "Bobby, we've managed to make it stop beeping for a while and we haven't found anything yet. but it ke-" They were cut off at the beeping from the panels resumed. "-eps coming back on and no one knows how to shut it off."

Buck noticed they looked anywhere but at him as Bobby and the others walked in to look around. But Buck couldn't stop staring at them. They walked over to their coworker and huddled together talking quietly.

"Alright, someone needs to check all the panels," Bobby said. "I'll do it," Buck volunteered.

"(Y/n) knows where they all are!" Ally said a bit loudly.

"Alright you two go check them all out then we will stay here," Hen happily pushed Buck in the direction of (Y/n).

The two were quiet as they checked the two panels upstairs before they lead him to the ones downstairs.

"So..." Buck started, "You work here now...?"

"I do," They said barely above a whisper.

"I haven't seen you when we've been here on any calls..."

"We probably just missed each other but why would want to see me..." They leaned against the desk as Buck started to check the panel seeing the same error code as the rest.

"To check on you make sure you're okay, and you know... not setting off fire alarms," He tried to tease.

"Neither times were my fault Buck and you know it," They rolled their eyes.

Buck had to admit he missed them, their break up had been mostly amicable. They had only broken up because of their time commitments to other parts of their lives, not because they wanted to. It still broke both of them more than either is willing to admit.

"Sure, if you say so," He chuckled a bit. They shook their head at Buck's jokes, "It's definitely not to see us in uniform again right?"

"Trust me, I've seen plenty of men in uniforms," they hit his shoulder lightly.

"Glad to see you can still do it,"

"What?

"Have fun and joke around me," he smiled softly.

"Buck,"

"So, got anybody..."

"We're gonna play 20 questions now?" They raised their brow and looked at him.

"No, I'm just curious," Buck admitted.

They shook their head again and led him to the last panel, "No," they stated simply. "You?"

"Nothing that's stuck..." He rubbed his neck and looked at the panel they nodded slowly. "Still nothing... let's head back up,"

When they rejoined the group Eddie and Chim were sitting on some chairs near Bobby and Hen. Chim had the manual for the system in his hand, they didn't remember seeing it the last time they were up there.

"Nothing," Bobby said.

Eric walked over after he got off the phone again, and pressed a few buttons shutting the system completely off.

"Hallelujah!" Ally shouted raising her arms up.

"Thank god my ears were starting to hurt," (Y/n) said.

After Eric explained to Bobby what he had been told the 118 started to pack up their gear to go. Buck glanced back at (Y/n) and started to walk out with the others.

Hen turned to him, "I heard she has the next week off, and you have a few days off after today too,"

"Okay..." Buck said not understanding.

"We all know you still like them, Buck we could see it in your eyes," Eddie looked at him.

"We broke up for a reason,"

"It wasn't a good one," Chim chimed in.

"Go ask her to get breakfast with you," Bobby looked at him.

"Not you too Bobby,"

"Look up there they're probably telling her to do the same thing," Hen pointed out both Ally and Eric talking to (Y/n) and pointing out to them.

"... We've gotta go," the other members groaned a bit at Buck but climbed back into the truck to head back. As soon as he sat down Buck pulled out his phone

Inside (Y/n) was indeed having the same conversation.

"He asked if you were dating anyone it must mean he still likes you," Ally grabbed her coworker's shoulders and tried shaking some sense into them.

"Look, love is hard and you two can still make it work," Eric said trying to impart some wisdom to the younger employee.

"It's too late now they're gone," (Y/n) nodded their head outside.

"You're ridiculous!" Ally huffed, and all three returned to the nurse's station, when (Y/n) heard their phone chime.

Buck: Wanna grab a bite after your shift and catch up?

They smiled a bit and sent him a yes before returning to work.

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[William Riker] Hurt

♫ - Valentine - Laufey

A/N: For the lovely @too-many-baes​, who’s forever brilliant and very patient. I appreciate you all loads, enjoy!! Hugs! - Mal x

Bridge shifts were not easy, in fact they were far from it. Working on the bridge meant being in the direct eye of the captain, and not only the captain, but the Commander. They could see your every move and your every mistake, not to mention the fact that you were hopelessly in love with the first officer.

Commander Riker was something else, and it felt more than a crush to you. There was something about him that just stood out to you, and drew you in. But, you knew that not being a senior officer meant there was nearly no chance of him feeling the same, and you were certain he had feelings for the Councillor still.

Away missions were always your go to, and you loved being able to explore the lands and planets below you. Excitement built up in you for one mission specifically, one where you would be able to see the rock formations and plant life of a civilization you knew nothing about. But, when it came to choosing people for the mission, you weren't picked. You never were.

"Excuse me, sir," you stopped Will and pulled his sleeve ever so slightly. "I was wondering why you chose Ensign Cody over me, sir? I'm more qualified in this field of study than them."

"That may be so, Y/N, however I asked for Cody."

"But why?"

Your question went unanswered, and he walked off with the away team for their mission. Huffing, you made your way to Ten Forward for some therapy with Guinan. She always did make you feel better.

Your time in the bar was short lived, as there was an emergency happening with the team down on the surface. Racing back to the bridge, you had hoped nothing happened to Will, or any of them. Your fears came true, however, and the captain ordered you and Lieutenant Worf to the transporter room to help the team when they got back.

Commander Riker was in a bad state, having sustained injuries from phaser fire and some burns on his hands. Worf had carried him to medbay, where you offered to stay so Worf could resume his duties, being more of a capable bridge officer than yourself.

"Will he be okay?"you asked Beverly, as she had finished tending to him after an agonizingly long amount of time waiting.

"He should be, would you like to stay with him to make sure, Y/N?"

You nodded, and her voice was sympathetic enough that you knew she would leave you be. Telling you she was in her office if needed, Beverly left you with Will to tend to him and look over him. Moving a small bit of his hair back into its usual style, you sighed and looked him over, hoping he would recover.

Hours had passed, and you had fallen asleep. Will stirred, glancing over at the dead weight besides him, and saw your head gently lay on the edge of his bed. A smile crept onto his face, and he moved a strand of hair back from your face. He was so distracted by you that he failed to notice the doctor on the other side of him.

"They've been here for about five hours, pretty much since you came in, Will. I don't know what they are to you, but it must be something special."

"It would seem, doc."

You woke, and Will was sat up drinking.

"Hello, sleepy head."

You shot to attention, having been embarrassed that you even fell asleep in the first place.

"Ah, sir, uh-" you started, not knowing where to look. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep, I brought you here to, well - Lieutenant Worf brought you here, but I stayed to check you were okay, I shouldn't have-"

"Sit down." Will's voice was light hearted, and he motioned for you to sit again. You did so, in shock. He hadn't really ever spoken to you properly, this was probably the first time he ever had done, more than just an assignment or work related things.

"I wanted to thank you," he began, that charming smile on his face. "For waiting with me and checking I was going to be okay. Doctor Crusher told me all about it."

"Ah, that's okay. I'm just doing what a good officer would do."

"But is it just that?"

You looked at him slightly wide eyed, and he stared back, almost knowingly, as though he knew you wanted to say something. Your hands came together and you twiddled your fingers between each other, a thing you always did when you were nervous.

"Why do you never pick me for away missions, sir?"

Will tilted his head to the side, wondering what you meant and encouraging you to continue.

"Well, I know that you chose Cody today, and I know that Cody is more than capable of that mission, but I was definitely more qualified. The geology aspect of it was literally my field of work entirely. My whole career is studying plant and rock families. It's not the first time, last mission you chose someone else, and the time before that. I just want to know why I'm-"

"Because I don't want you getting hurt."

You stopped dead in your tracks and train of thought, giving Will the time space to continue.

"I've liked you for quite some time, Y/N, but I never acted on it. Partly because I didn't think it was professional, but partly because I didn't think you might see me like that. I thought perhaps you might just see me as your commanding officer and nothing more, today proved different though. I know you're a Starfleet officer and every day you could get hurt, it's part of the job, but I didn't want you getting hurt if we could help it."

"I don't know what to say, Commander." You were too stunned to speak, and he smiled at you again and took your hand.

"Then don't say anything until 19:00 hours tomorrow in Ten Forward?"

Your eyebrow raised and you couldn't help the giggle that came from you, hearing his laugh only spurred it on.

"Smooth." Your voice was relaxed and playful, and he looked at you so differently. It was honest and loving, and pure.

"Is it a date then, Y/N?"

"It is, Will. It is."

[sweetcreaturetm]

Maybe it’s another nursing student Steve ficlet. SO WHAT?

Eddie is a transporter at a local hospital it’s a pretty chill job he gets to put his AirPods in and listen to all the metal he wants as long as he keeps up small talk with the patients as he wheels them to and from their rooms.

He gets called to take an older patient to a cat scan in the ED. He swings his wheelchair into the pod of rooms where the patient is and looks over to see who can only be described as a literal god. With golden brown hair almost to his shoulders half tied back and round gold frame glasses. He’s got on the tightest scrub pants Eddie has ever seen he can’t believe they fit over this guys ass. He can’t help but stare. Unfortunately he forgets to look where he’s going and almost runs into a grumpy old man who does not hold back from yelling at Eddie. He feels his face heat up. People are starting to look at the cause of the noise. Certain people. Certain godlike people. He turns and makes eye contact. The guys got a concerned face vaguely apologetic. Eddie tries to apologize and manages to get away from the old man and into his patients room. He gathers himself and turns the charm on. Gathering the patient and disconnecting them from any cords and they’ll be on their way. But as he goes to leave the room he’s greeted by the smiling face of the god. He gets a chance to read his temporary badge. Steve. Hmm it fits him Eddie thinks. But Eddie doesn’t make a habit of calling people their actual names.

“Hey Mrs. Jones do you know this man?” Steve questions his patient jokingly. They seem to have a rapport going.

“Remember what we rehearsed” Eddie fake whispers. That cracks both Steve and Mrs. Jones. Just when Eddie didn’t think Steve could get more beautiful he laughed and lit the room with his smile.

Steve looks back to Eddie and tells him he was just going to get some supplies ready while she’s down in CT. He smiles brightly and lets Eddie pass.

Mrs. Jones as it turns out is a hoot and a half they joke while he takes her down the long hallway and all the way back. And as much as he likes her he kind of can’t wait to get back to her room to see if Steve is still there. Tragically for Eddie he is not. And he can’t seem to see him anywhere. He maybe drags his feet through the emergency department to catch Steve again before making his way to where the transporters wait for calls. But unfortunately that’s all he sees of Steve for now.

Every time he gets a call for transport he jumps at it so maybe it’ll take him to see Steve before his shift is over. It takes about an hour before he gets another call in the ED he’s practically running the wheelchair down there. This patient is in a different pod so he gets that one done quick so he can lollygag around where he thinks Steve will be. He walks around the rooms and through the nurses station and when he’s about to give up hope he runs into the man himself.

“Are you sure you’re fully trained you seem to have a penchant for running people over” Steve teases him.

Eddie can feel himself blush “maybe I’m a little distracted tonight” he tries for a flirting tone.

Steve seems interested “oh and what is so distracting that you can’t steer that wheelchair straight.”

Eddie chooses to ignore the irony that he can’t even make himself run straight. He motions for Steve to lean in so he can tell him a secret “it’s actually a person” he waggles his eyebrows.

Steve seems to deflate “oh one of the nurses?”

“I don’t think they’re technically a nurse yet” Eddie winks and Steve gapes.

He can see the wheels turning in Steve’s head “Oh.”

“Is that okay?” Eddie gets a little nervous.

“Yes!” Steve almost yells but tries to save it “I mean yeah of course.”

“Well in that case I think we should maybe get each others numbers cause my boss is gonna kill me if I spend anymore time down here.” Eddie gives Steve a hopeful smile.

“Right.” Steve nods “Probably same I shouldn’t just be standing around flirting”

Eddie chuckles “is that what we were doing? You didn’t even ask my name yet.”

Steve blushes red. He gives his phone to Eddie and takes Eddie’s into his own hands. Eddie saves his name as ‘Eddie 🦽’ and Steve saves his as ‘Steve 🩺’.

“Okay Eddie” Steve confirms “maybe we can-“ but he gets cut off when his charge nurse yells for him.

Later when Steve gets off he sees a text from Eddie “Hey Stevie, let me know when you’re free and I’ll take you for a ride.😉” and maybe a stronger man would wait more than 5 seconds to respond but he is not that man. Especially not when it involves Eddie apparently.

[aquadestinyswriting]

Seven Snippets, Seven People

I got tagged for this ages ago by @druidx, and again more recently by @athenswrites. I think I do have seven snippets, so let's get this started. Placing said snippets under a cut to save peoples' dashes. I might have shared a couple of these previously, but I wanted to share them again, just because.

No Pressure tags: @sparrow-orion-writes , @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @freedominique

1

The sight of the shining white, if somewhat cracked and charred, marble of Toreguarde seemed like a far distant memory to the majority of the adventuring party who had just landed in front of the city gates.The owl archons that had transported the motley group of humanoids, single dragon and large awakened wolf bowed deeply and flew back up into the swiftly closing portal above.

2

“Down p’ease.” he stated, already leaning away from his mother in anticipation of his request being granted. Meredith huffed another sigh as she readjusted her grip and hauled the little man back towards her, “Not yet, Gavid.” she said patiently, “It’s busy, and I don’t want ye getting lost before we’ve even got to where we’re staying.”  Gavid simply pouted and grumbled some more, crossing his chubby little arms defiantly, “Not get lost.” he muttered, “I a big boy.” Meredith bit back her chuckle and hugged the little boy, "I know ye are Gavid, but folks round here are a lot bigger than back home. I'll let ye down when we get to where we're staying, aye?" All she got in response was a huffy ‘harrumph’ while her son sulked.

3

Tick, scrape, tick, scrape, tick.... Selene’s brow twitched as she stared at the mechanical monstrosity that was now sitting on the dresser in the master bedroom of the cottage she and Edwin shared. Why, in all the Gods’ names was there a timekeeper in here?!  Edwin poked his head around the door from the corridor outside, “Alright, I managed to find Bridget’s boot. It was stuffed under…” he trailed off, brows bunching together as he looked up only to see his partner glaring daggers at the silvered clockwork item. Selene shifted her gaze to the door, her eyes narrowing further upon seeing the perplexed expression under Edwin’s beard, “Edwin, why is this in here?” she asked, gesturing to the timekeeper with a nod of her head, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

4

Selene huffed as she looked out of the window at the rain outside. She had rather been hoping it would stop so that Caitr could spend some time outdoors and properly burn off the energy she still had in abundance. The Arcane Librarian was brought out of her thoughts by a muttering voice in her ear, “Stupid godsdamned idiot of a man…” Dwena’s voice grumbled through the Whisper spell. Selene bit back her snort as she replied, “Which one?” she asked, “I mean, I can help you if it’s Thaddeus or Thazaar but not so much if it’s your husband.” The auburn haired wizard could practically see Dwena rolling her eyes, “No, it’s the new divination specialist, he’s pretty full of himself.” came the reply, “In any case, Thazaar’s called an emergency meeting and asked me to get hold of you.”

5

"So mind telling me why you didn't want to go to Arborea?" Elowyn looked to Meredith, who was leaning back in her seat. The Woodling quickly looked back to the view out of the tavern window, feeling a flush of embarrassment on her ears. Meredith grinned widely, propping her elbows on the table, chin resting on her knuckles, "So, have ye actually been back to see her again yet, or are ye trying to avoid bumping into her again?"Elowyn almost spat out the water she'd just taken a sip of. She quickly swallowed the liquid, somehow managing to avoid choking as she turned to glare at the smirking dwarf, "I'm not -- how did you. --?" She stammered, before flinging a napkin in Meredith's face. Meredith simply laughed, "While I ken that ye're still as embarrassed about the damn 'livin' saint' thing as I am; I do remember being told ye had to visit the place again with the others at one point. All I did was put two an' two together." She pointed out. Elowyn huffed, but couldn't quite manage to stay annoyed at the woman beaming at her from across the table,

6

“Abouna, you’re staring.” The mild-mannered voice of the Woodling matriarch startling Edwin out of his reverie. He blinked and tore his gaze away from where the Grand Magus had just exited the office and looked down at the greying woman. Oakrose placed the book in her arms on the table and looked over to the door, “I must admit, it’s nice to have Selene come round more often again. Poor love’s not really been over so much since Alexis up and left.” Edwin tried to ignore the guilty pang in his gut at the statement, and instead focused his attention on the parchment in front of him, “She’s probably just making sure I’m settled in alright. I’m amazed she’s found the time, given everything going on.” he replied smoothly. Oakrose shrugged and fluffed up some cushions on the chair next to the fireplace, “If you say so Abouna.” she said, “Now, give us a holler if you need anything. And might I suggest that next time you take to staring at the Grand Magus, you focus your attention a little higher.” she added, smirking to herself and humming as she left. Once the middle-aged Woodling was gone, Edwin let his head fall onto the desk with a hefty ‘thump’, his ears burning and turning an interesting shade of maroon, “Galana preserve.” he groaned, “Do all Woodlings have eyes as sharp as Alexis?” he muttered.

7

“I’m sorry, but we can only allow those who truly follow the Earth Mother entry, you’ll need to find help elsewhere. Good day.”  Morag huffed a distressed sigh and shook her head as the old cleric who’d opened the door of the local temple of Throff went to close it. She jerked her head up as Gruk growled and Hilde made a noise of protest. The smith’s hand shot out and held the door firm, “Ye want proof that we’re not just some filthy Moradhir here to ruin yer day by reminding ye that Kherillim loves all her children, ‘true’ worshippers or no?” he asked. He raised his voice and straightened his back as the cleric glared at him, “I am Gruk, son of Ovak son of Garuld and I claim the heritage of the Stonespeaker clan, the unbroken lineage Blessed by Kherillim Herself. Now let us in before I end up doin’ something we’ll both end up regretting!”  Morag blinked. Of course she’d heard that Gruk’s father had been adopted, but to claim the name of an extinct clan? She glanced over to Hilde, who was nodding fervently along with her father’s speech, “An’ if you need some actual, paper proof, here!” she added, pulling a thick roll of parchment from out of her pack and thrusting it into the cleric’s hands. She shrugged as the rest of her family sent her puzzled looks, “What? Auld Derek had it out anyway. I think this is the amended one he’d been working on after Merri handed that old journal to him.” she added. Gruk rolled his eyes at his oldest daughter, returning his attention to the cleric, who’s eyes had widened, “Th- that’s not possible. The Stonespeaker line were all executed by decree of King Jotunn during the last set of Purges.” he stammered. He looked back up at Gruk, most of the colour draining from his face. Gruk snorted, “Then d’ye mind telling Throff that? Because, apparently, She’s seen fit to Mark ma youngest daughter and I’m no’ exactly happy about that either.”

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[meg2md]

When time, read: [ ] double barrel wet colostomy [ ] appendiceal cancer [ ] malignant bowel protocol [ ] May Thurner syndrome [ ] Po vs IV vs rectal vs vaginal contrast As always, so, so tired. Last "work" night of 5 weeks with a call shift tomorrow. So the night goes oncology night shift > present research @ 0930 > sleep > graduation @ 1800 > call shift.

I'm dreading the whole freaking day. My research proposal is not good. My slides are messed up. It's confusing. I think the study itself will be fine, but a 5 week night float was not the time or place to get my shit together for this. I just hope the program coordinator can find it within herself to update my slides in the morning, or else I'm fucked. And then I'm gonna get such LITTLE SLEEP before I have to go to graduation for 4 hrs and pretend to be in a good mood and socialize. At least my call shift right afterwards is normal R2 crap, antepartum/benign gynecology stuff.

To be honest covering the oncology service has been chill enough the past shift-and-half, except for when it's bad it's BAD and probably the worst service to be on. I like onc nights more than days, though, because there's not a lot of extra people and I can just sit in my little work room upstairs and be alone and read through things. It's mostly covering the OR at the end of the day shift, seeing overnight direct admits and transports, and following up vitals and miscellaneous labs, post-op checks, etc. And then sometimes people surgical emergencies, or people crump or straight up die.

So, a medicine service +/- OR time.

My first night I had two transports: a malignant large bowel obstruction iso newly diagnosed HGSOC that is being managed conservatively given its size <13 cm but also her significant neutropenia due to her neoadjuvant Avastin therapy (her prognosis.... isn't amazing), and a "frequent flier" with recurrent vulvar cancer (and the gnarliest genitourinary anatomy I've seen) s/p MULTIPLE resections, EUAs, ablations admitted with c/f sepsis in the setting of a new perirectal abscess. All things considered it went well enough but my presentations were rocky, like I'd expect them to be for a new R2, but I'm almost R3. I was flustered because they both came at the same time and the LBO made me nervous, so I felt rushed trying to get the other transport tucked in so I only had to call the attending once.

Tonight started out with the potential to be a NIGHTMARE. There were two ORs running late, an exlap followed by an EUA with one attending, and a robotic hyst with another, and then I got sign out on four (4) incoming transports, and I also had four (4) post-op checks all due around the same time. I ended up not having to go to the OR because the exlap said I don't need to scrub anyone out, the EUA was cancelled, and one of the transports came at the same time so my R3 said to see that instead of scrubbing her out.

It's a very sad case, though. I mean, all onc cases are sad, but she was with her dad which just tore at my heart. It's a woman <50 yo, no hx cancer, with 3-4 months of back pain who finally had an ultrasound and CT that showed 3 large abdominopelvic masses and widespread mets. :c She's getting omental biopsies tomorrow. We ultimately think it's appendiceal or some other gastrointestinal malignancy because her CA-125 is only about 180, which for a pre-menopausal woman is low. Another one where the prognosis is not very good.

Actually, none of these people I admitted have good prognoses. I guess that's just how gyne onc is. :-/

The other transports probably aren't coming but I'm going to try and prep them in a second. There's a pelvic fluid collection in a woman 5d s/p a hyst with a post-op course c/b May Thurner syndrome and PE s/p extensive thrombectomy now on Eliquis, another vulvar cancer patient whose left drain fell out and now there is c/f infection in addition to just general failure to thrive, and someone who probably won't come who was found to be hypokalemic apparently on outpatient labs. And then some mystery woman in her 80s that may or may not show up on the ED board with recurrent HGSOC and a GTube for gastrointestinal issues.

3 h til signout, and then I have about 2-2.5 hr to sleep and practice my presentation. I'm ready for this weekend to be overrrrrrrrrrrr

[republicsecurity]

Simulation (f)or Reality

I sat there in my armor suit, the helmet visor down, ready for action. My partner, equally equipped, looked just as ready. We were in our idle mode, waiting for the call, for the moment that would yank us from this eerie stillness and throw us into chaos. As there was nothing to do we were in almost dazed state of slumber.

And then, as if on cue, it came—a flashing message in my HUD. The helmet waking us up. The location, coordinates, details—all neatly overlaying my field of vision. I glanced at my partner, our eyes meeting through the visors. No words were exchanged, but we both knew what to do. We stepped into the ambulance, the engine roaring to life as we accelerated out of the station.

The streets flowed past us in a blur, but my focus remained on the information streaming across my visor. The real-time map guided us effortlessly through the city's arteries, highlighting the best route to our destination. Traffic data, alternate paths, and potential obstacles were all right there, a constant companion as we raced against time.

We arrived at the scene—a bike crash. My partner and I exited the ambulance in a synchronized motion, our training taking over. My HUD instantly identified the victim, vitals, and potential injuries. The helmet's thermal imaging kicked in, revealing a heat map of the victim's body, highlighting areas that needed our immediate attention.

As we approached, my HUD shifted its display. Medical data, treatment options, and recommendations from our AI assistant scrolled in front of me. It was like having an entire medical library at my disposal, right there in my visor. I reached for my medical kit, my movements guided by the visual cues overlaid on my vision.

My gloved hands worked with precision, the tactile feedback from the suit enhancing my dexterity. The HUD kept updating, tracking the victim's vital signs as my partner and I worked together. The AI assistant provided real-time advice, cross-referencing symptoms with its database to fine-tune our treatment strategy.

Time seemed to blur as we worked, every second counted. The victim's condition stabilized, the HUD reflecting the positive change in vitals. With the immediate crisis managed, we prepared to transport the patient to the hospital. My visor highlighted the optimal route, factoring in traffic conditions and hospital availability.

As we loaded the patient into the ambulance, my HUD switched modes again. It displayed a patient summary, treatment details, and recommended follow-up procedures. The information was seamlessly integrated, a perfect blend of human experience and AI assistance.

We were just about to start the drive to the hospital, when the HUD flickered with a strange urgency. Our suits froze, the intercom to my partner went down and the noise canceling headset went into full mode blocking all the noise and external stimuli. The familiar visage of one our drill instructors materialized before me. 

I listened as the instructor's voice filled my helmet. The words were clear, but they felt distant, surreal. The patient, the scene, everything I had just experienced—it was all a simulation. My partner and I had been treating a life-sized doll, our perception manipulated by the sophisticated technology embedded in our armor suits. The HUD, the thermal imaging, the AI advice—all designed to give us a realistic impression of a genuine emergency.

I felt a peculiar mix of relief and disorientation. The usual stress that had flooded my system began to ebb, but a new tension took its place. The instructor's voice continued, explaining how our performance was being assessed. The patient's data transformed into a step-by-step assessment of our actions, our decisions, our collaboration. We would be judged if we had executed the crew resource management properly, found the right working diagnosis and kept within the protocols.

And then the praise and chastise came. Words of encouragement, but also  deficiencies noted for the next conditioning. But also an acknowledgment of our swift actions and effective use of the HUD system.

The grade we got flashed before me, a culmination of our efforts, our interaction with the AI, our use of the technology at our disposal. 

But beneath the surface, a nagging doubt remained—how much of our success was truly ours, and how much was guided by the very system that had just revealed itself to be part of an orchestrated illusion?

As the drill instructor's image faded from my helmet, it switched back on and I could see and hear the scene around us. 

The system instructed us to remove the simulation covers over the visors. Someone must have added them while we were asleep on the station. My gloved hand grabbed and lifted away the contraption that was magnetically attached to the visor or our helmet. As I removed it the world around us became alive, the ambulance we stood in became much more detailed. There was still the overlay but mostly passive. A case for the covers had been discreetly placed in one of the cupboard of the ambulance and we carefully placed the expensive piece of technology into it. 

I exchanged a glance with my partner. We didn't need words to convey our shared sense of bewilderment. The line between reality and simulation had blurred, and the HUD's influence on our actions, our very perception of reality had become undeniable.

The passive overlay became instructive again. We were instructed to prepare the next site for another simulation for the crew. Our HUDs displayed the coordinates of the incident, and without the immediacy of a patient to attend to, we were directed to reorganize the scene for the next crew.

As we approached the site, the HUD overlaid instructions for the task. Cones were to be set up to cordon off the area, the patient's "body" needed to be repositioned and covered. t was a different kind of choreography, one that involved precision and attention to detail, even though the patient had been nothing more than a sophisticated prop.

We worked in silence, each movement accompanied by the soft hum of the HUD's instructions. It was a surreal juxtaposition—the sense of purpose and urgency from moments ago replaced by methodical tidying up.

With the scene now reorganized and ready for the next crew, my partner and I exchanged a glance, we didn’t see any need for talking as this would simply be another data point for the constant surveillance AI. Our helmets concealed our expressions and we patted each others back. 

We stepped back in and as the HUD displayed the next set of coordinates, drove off to what was a real mission this time. 

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got home two hours late from work because we had what we in the ER lovingly call a "super-duper emergency" right at shift change and i literally had to call in a police escort to take our ambulance to a college soccer field that i obtained emergency clearance from the university to land a trauma helicopter on in order to transport our patient to a specialty hospital across the state for emergent surgery on their actively dissecting abdominal aortic aneurysm.

all this because my work doesn't have a helipad 👍🏻

[mann777]

Physiotherapy at Home

Title: The Evolution of Rehabilitation: Exploring the Impact of Physiotherapy at Home

In recent years, the landscape of healthcare has undergone significant transformation, driven by advancements in technology, shifting patient needs, and a growing emphasis on personalized care. One area that has seen notable progress is rehabilitation, with the emergence of innovative solutions like "Physiotherapy at Home" revolutionizing the way patients access and receive rehabilitative services.

The Rise of Home-Based Rehabilitation

Physiotherapy at home represents a departure from traditional clinic-based models of care, offering patients the convenience and comfort of receiving treatment in their own homes. This shift towards home-based rehabilitation has been propelled by several factors, including the increasing demand for accessible and patient-centered care, advancements in telehealth technology, and the recognition of the importance of the home environment in the rehabilitation process.

Personalized Care Tailored to Individual Needs

One of the primary benefits of physiotherapy at home is its ability to deliver personalized care tailored to the unique needs and circumstances of each patient. Unlike clinic-based rehabilitation, which may follow a one-size-fits-all approach, home-based therapy allows for a more individualized and holistic approach to treatment. Therapists have the opportunity to assess patients in their own environments, gaining valuable insights into their daily routines, challenges, and goals. This enables them to develop customized treatment plans that address not only the physical aspects of recovery but also the social, emotional, and environmental factors that may impact rehabilitation outcomes.

The Role of Technology in Home-Based Rehabilitation

Technology plays a crucial role in facilitating physiotherapy at home, enabling therapists to deliver high-quality care remotely and monitor patients' progress between sessions. Telehealth platforms allow for virtual consultations, exercise demonstrations, and real-time feedback, providing patients with continuous support and guidance throughout their rehabilitation journey. Wearable devices and mobile apps further enhance the patient experience by allowing individuals to track their progress, set goals, and communicate with their therapists from the comfort of their homes.

Advantages Over Traditional Clinic-Based Care

The advantages of physiotherapy at home over traditional clinic-based care are manifold. In addition to the convenience and comfort of receiving treatment at home, home-based rehabilitation offers greater flexibility in scheduling, reduced transportation barriers, and increased opportunities for family involvement and support. Moreover, research has shown that patients who receive care at home may experience faster recovery times, higher levels of satisfaction, and improved adherence to treatment plans compared to those receiving clinic-based care.

Empowering Patients and Promoting Independence

Physiotherapy at home empowers patients to take an active role in their own recovery, fostering a sense of autonomy and self-efficacy. By providing education, resources, and support, therapists help patients develop the skills and confidence they need to manage their conditions independently and prevent future injuries or setbacks. This empowerment not only enhances patients' quality of life but also reduces healthcare costs and promotes long-term health and well-being.

Overcoming Challenges and Expanding Access

While physiotherapy at home offers numerous benefits, it is not without its challenges. Ensuring patient safety, maintaining communication and collaboration between therapists and patients, and addressing technical issues related to telehealth platforms are among the key considerations facing home-based rehabilitation programs. However, as technology continues to advance and healthcare delivery models evolve, these challenges are being increasingly addressed, paving the way for expanded access to home-based rehabilitation services for individuals of all ages and abilities.

Conclusion: Embracing the Future of Rehabilitation

In conclusion, physiotherapy at home represents a transformative approach to rehabilitation that is reshaping the way patients access and receive care. By combining the convenience and comfort of home-based treatment with the personalized and holistic approach of physiotherapy, this innovative model of care is empowering patients, improving outcomes, and enhancing the overall quality of rehabilitation services. As we continue to embrace the possibilities of home-based rehabilitation, we move closer towards a future where rehabilitation is accessible, effective, and patient-centered for all.

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Combining the idea that Teresa wants to work in the ICU and the idea that Mac has energon poisoning, I've been given the following:

Mac, sitting in the emergency room holding a bucket of her own glowing vomit and looking like death warmed over: huh, that's new

Teresa: IT CERTAINLY FUCKING IS

Wig you have given me a wonderful idea for a drabble, please enjoy:

Teresa had bounced between multiple different hospitals in her time working as a travel nurse. She knows the ins and outs, the dangers of the profession, and what the various codes mean. Code blue is cardiac arrest, code red is a fire, code pink is someone trying to kidnap a kid, code aqua is part of the building is flooding, code white is get security to me now, code silver is someone's grandpa wandered off again, and so on. Those were the most common she heard on her usual shifts and she'd called a couple of them herself.

However, as she bounced between her two ICU patients, thinking about if she should text Emily about bringing home dinner, she freezes in place as the overhead intercom crackles to life.

"Code orange in emergency department, code orange in emergency department. Stay clear of area."

"What the fuck?" she mutters. The emergency department was a meager floor below them.

One of the nursing students with them on shift gives her a confused look. "What's code orange for?"

"Hazardous materials that aren't biohazardous. Usually radiation or chemical spills," she says, stepping behind the counter of the nurses station.

The phone rang and Teresa nearly jumped out of her skin. The charge nurse answers it and Teresa takes a few deep calming breaths. She tries to remind herself that it probably wasn't that bad. Someone probably cracked the container of one of the xray machines or spilled cleaning chemicals.

"Teresa?" She turns at the sound of her name. The charge nurse had one hand over the receiver of the phone. "You have radiation and hazardous material safety training right?"

Her stomach twists as she sighs, "Yeah."

Teresa had worked in her far share of various wards and units while traveling. She had oncological experience handling both chemotherapy patients and radiation patients. Whatever was happening must have been a mix as she had been told to gown, double glove, put on a respirator and face shield, and a lead vest with an EPD. She was pulling her disposable shoe covers on when the elevator dings.

Teresa was already in the patient's designated room. It was at the very end of the unit and had no one in the neighboring rooms to reduce the chances of cross contamination. She's not sure what she's expecting to be wheeled in. She had seen gruesome sights in her career. Everything from fourth degree burns to necrotic limbs to chemical burns down to the bone. She always expects the worst and hopes for the best.

The bed is wheeled into the room and Teresa freezes in shock.

Her patient is a young woman, looking small against the stark white sheets, still wearing street clothes, and clutching a bucket in her lap. Her eyes are glossy and something bright blue is dribbling from the side of her mouth.

Transport gets the bed into place and Teresa steps into the hall to take report. The patient, Mackenzie Adam, came into the emergency department complaining of gastrointestinal distress, high fever, trouble focusing, and a migraine. She then proceeded to vomit into a bucket, the contents of which were described as "unnaturally blue" and set off the radiation warning system. Vitals had been taken, blood type and allergies unknown, and she scored an eleven on the Glasgow Coma Scale.

"Great," Teresa says, clapping her hands together.

"We're trying to pull doctors to come and see her right now, it's just, we don't know what's wrong so we don't know who to send," the nurse says.

"It's fine. I'll take vitals and see what her complaints are," Teresa says.

She steps back into the room and smiles wide enough that it translates to her eyes. "Hi Mackenzie, can you tell me where you are right now?"

Mackenzie blinks slowly before mumbling, "Hospital."

Teresa gently places a monitor onto one of her fingers. She glances into the bucket and bites back a wince at the glowing contents. "Wonderful. Do you know which hospital?"

"Mercy," she mumbles.

"Correct," Teresa says. Slowly increasing that GCS was always good. She taps at her patient monitor, bringing it to life, and begins reading her vitals. Then she does a double take and reads them again. Just to be sure, she fishes a thermometer out of her pocket and swipes it across Mackenzie's forehead.

"What's wrong?" the woman asks her.

Teresa hesitates before answering, "Well, your vitals are a bit concerning. Your heartrate is a little high, as is your blood pressure, but still within range. And your oxygen saturation is phenomenal. But your temperature is very high and we need to bring it down."

Teresa had seen high temperatures before. She had encountered her fair share of hyperpyrexia patients and coaxed their 106 degree fevers down within normal range. She had seen patients hit 108 and watched their bodies give out.

The temperature on the monitor and her own thermometer read 125 degrees Fahrenheit. By all modern medical logic, Teresa should be standing next to a corpse, not someone who looked like she was suffering through the worst hangover of her life.

"Oh. I do feel kinda warm," Mackenzie says. She begins to shift around, pulling at her coat, and Teresa breaks out of her daze to help her.

With her arms free, she should start an IV line on her, start getting fluids in at the very least, and pull blood samples. But that grinds to a halt when she looks down at her patient's arms.

"Do you know what's wrong with me?" Mackenzie asks her. Her heartrate has increased.

Teresa snaps her eyes back. Normally, this was the point when she should be forcing a reassuring smile onto her face and saying she'd get the doctor. But there was no doctor right now.

"I am not a doctor, so I cannot give you an official diagnosis," Teresa begins. "But I can point out abnormalities."

She walks over to the light switch and flicks it off. The room is illuminated only by the meager light from the hallway, the dying sun outside, and a third source. She walks back to the bedside and gently grabs one of Mackenzie's wrists, turning her arm over to expose the underside of her forearm.

"See how it looks like your veins are glowing?" she asks.

Mackenzie nods and in the low light Teresa sees that it's not just her veins. The sclera of her eyes were tinted the same luminescent blue.

"They're not supposed to fucking do that," Teresa says.

"Oh," Mackenzie replies and Teresa has to bite back a nervous laugh. The whole situation felt so surreal, so fake, so inane. She wondered if she was going to wake up to this all being some wild dream.

As she snaps the light back on, she hears Mackenzie mumble, "I don't feel good." It's the only warning she gets before the woman goes lax and the monitor screams as she flatlines. Teresa curses to herself before calling a code blue.

Twenty-eight minutes of chest compressions and an ungodly amount of epinephrine later, Mackenzie is sitting up in her bed, asking for some water, surrounded by confused neurologists, cardiologists, hematologists, and toxicologists.

Teresa has retreated to the clean stock room to take a moment to compose herself by sitting on a box of clean linens and whispering, "What the actual fuck."

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Besides management, Falcon Emergency is a pioneer in Train Ambulance Services in Kolkata as we provide train ambulance facilities all over India. We provide AC I-tier, AC II-tier, and AC III-tier trains to carry the patient to his chosen location with complete comfort. We have tied up with all the hospitals in the city to shift the patient 24/7.

[nurseeden]

Open Your Future: Train to Be a Nurse and Earn While You Learn!

Unlock Your Future: Train ⁣to Be a Nurse and Earn While You​ Learn!

The nursing profession is one of the most rewarding careers, not just in terms‌ of ​helping others but also in providing ample opportunities for growth and financial stability.if you’ve⁢ ever considered a career in healthcare, now is the perfect time to unlock your future by training to be a nurse while earning money! This⁣ article will delve into the multifaceted benefits of pursuing a nursing career, practical tips for getting⁣ started, and real-life experiences that illustrate the path to becoming a nurse.

Why Choose a⁣ Career in Nursing?

Nursing is a ⁤noble ‍profession that plays a vital role in the healthcare system. Here are⁢ several​ compelling reasons to consider:

Job Stability: The demand for nurses is ever-increasing, with job growth projected at 7% from 2019 to⁢ 2029, according ‌to the ​U.S. Bureau of Labor statistics.

Diverse Opportunities: Nurses can specialize in numerous fields, including pediatrics, geriatrics, emergency care, and more.

Competitive Salaries: Registered nurses earn an average salary ⁢of over ​$75,000⁤ per year, with the potential for ‍higher earnings as you gain ​experience ‍and certifications.

Flexibility: Nursing offers various work schedules – full-time, part-time, and even per‌ diem options, allowing for work-life balance.

Benefits of Earning while You Learn

one of the most⁤ attractive⁢ aspects of pursuing ‌nursing is the ability to earn ⁢while you learn. Here ⁤are some benefits:

Financial ⁣Independence: Earning money during your training can definitely help offset education costs, reducing student loan debt.

Real-World Experience: Working in healthcare settings like hospitals or clinics provides practical ​experience that complements your ​academic learning.

Networking Opportunities: ⁢ Building relationships​ with healthcare professionals can lead to job offers and mentorship.

Enhancing Skills: Working as a nursing assistant or in a related position while studying helps in developing essential skills needed for your nursing career.

getting Started with Nursing Education

Here‍ are some practical tips to kickstart your journey to becoming a nurse:

1. Research⁤ Nursing Programs

Before committing to a nursing program, research various schools and their nursing ​curricula.Consider factors like:

Accreditation

Program‍ length

Availability of scholarships

Location and commuting options

2.Choose the Right nursing Path

There are different educational pathways you can choose:

Nursing Pathway

Duration

Degree Earned

CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant)

6-12 weeks

Certificate

LPN (Licensed practical⁤ Nurse)

1 year

Diploma

RN ⁢(Registered Nurse)

2-4 years

Associate or Bachelor’s Degree

NP (Nurse Practitioner)

2-4 years after RN

Master’s Degree

3. Look for Work-Study Programs

Many nursing⁤ schools collaborate with healthcare providers‍ to⁣ offer work-study‍ options. seek ‌programs that allow you to work as a nursing assistant or in administrative⁢ roles while⁤ studying.

Case Studies: real-Life ‌Experiences

Let’s explore some inspiring case studies of individuals who successfully ⁤balanced nursing education with earning while learning:

Linda’s Journey to Becoming an RN

Linda, a single mother ⁢of two, decided to pursue‍ a⁢ career in nursing to secure her family’s future. She enrolled in a community ‌college​ nursing program and took a part-time job as a CNA. With the support of ⁣her employer who offered flexible shifts, she graduated within two years and secured a full-time RN position in​ a local hospital, significantly improving her family’s⁤ financial situation.

Michael’s Experience as a Nursing Student

michael, ‌an aspiring nurse, worked at a hospital as a patient transporter while pursuing his studies. His job provided him with valuable ⁢insights into patient care and allowed him to make connections with nursing staff, ultimately landing him a nursing internship before graduation.

Practical Tips for Success‍ in Nursing ⁢School

If you’re considering pursuing nursing and balancing work, here are some practical tips:

Time Management: Create a study schedule and stick to it. Prioritize your tasks ⁣to ​manage time effectively.

Utilize Resources: Take ‌advantage ⁣of tutoring services,⁤ online resources, and mentorship opportunities ‌provided by your school.

Connect with Peers: Form study groups and leverage the experience of your classmates to share knowledge and skills.

Your Future Awaits!

Embarking on a ​journey to become a nurse can be one of the most impactful⁣ decisions you’ll ever make. not‍ only do you have the opportunity to enter a respected profession, but you can also earn money while gaining the education and experience needed to succeed.⁢ The experience will not only enrich your life⁤ but can also transform the‌ lives of countless individuals you will serve in your career.

Conclusion

now ⁤is the‌ perfect time to unlock your future by training‌ to be a nurse while earning an income. With the growing demand for healthcare professionals and the opportunity ‌to make a meaningful⁢ impact in the lives of‌ others, nursing is a ⁤fulfilling and promising career choice. Take the first step towards your new career today by researching programs, identifying work-study opportunities, and planning​ your future in ⁣this noble profession. Explore,flourish,and prepare to make a difference in⁣ healthcare!

With hard work and​ commitment,you can become part of a dedicated community of caregivers and health professionals ‍who make a difference every day!

https://nursingcertificationcourses.com/open-your-future-train-to-be-a-nurse-and-earn-while-you-learn/

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The Repatriation Mission Arranged by Greenbird Air and Train Ambulance Services in Guwahati is Considered Beneficial in Emergency

Our dedicated case managing crew at Greenbird Air and Train Ambulance Services in Guwahati makes sure the arrangement of seats, installation of medical equipment, availability of a paramedic, and other urgent requirements of the patients are looked after efficiently. We aim to complete the relocation mission without risking the lives of the patients and taking more time than allotted.

At Air and Train Ambulance in Guwahati, we don't complicate the relocation mission and remain available with just a single phone call made to our customer support team, which is accessible 24/7 so that people can get in touch with our company whenever they want. We ensure the security of the patients is our priority and never intend to cause any breach in the arrangements made.