#Gunshot Wound

[macgyvermedical]

A Day in the Life of your Character in the Hospital

Yesterday, your character was shot in the lower left side of their abdomen. They were taken to the emergency room and given IV antibiotics, fluids, and then rushed to surgery. Today is their first full day in the hospital.

0600: The surgeon arrives. He's running late and he's pissed about it. Definitely your character's fault. He turns on the light. Without waiting for your character to wake up (he got, like, 2 hours of sleep) he takes the abdominal binder off, revealing a bandage that covers the front of his abdomen. There is some blood visibly seeping through it. The surgeon pulls this bandage off. This is the first time the character sees the new incision. It is probably 14 inches long, and goes down the center of his belly, making a neat little curve around his navel. It is held together with a lot of staples. There is also the place where the bullet went in (and presumably one on the other side where it came out). This is held together with skin glue. The surgeon puts the call light on so the nurse can come back in and re-dress the incision site.

0700: It's been shift change for 30 minutes now, which is how long the call light has been on. A nurse aide comes in and asks what your character needs. She gets a set of vitals and the character asks for pain medication. The incision has started to hurt now that the abdominal binder is off and there i an ache that is deeper too. He also says he's cold. The nurse aid gets him a pair of worn blue scrub pants to wear under his gown and a warm blanket. She says she will tell the nurse that he needs pain medication. She empties his urinal.

0800: The nurse comes in with the pain medication, finally. The character looks at it longingly as the nurse does her assessment, listening to his breathing (breathing in deeply hurts) his abdomen (which seems like forever) and his heart. She takes pulses, asks if he has passed gas yet or feels nauseated. He says no.

The nurse says he has crackles in his lungs, which isn't uncommon for the day after surgery. His temperature is also a little up, but it's also probably because of the small amount of fluid in his lungs from not moving. She hands him a small device called an incentive spirometer and teaches him how to use it. She tells him to hold a pillow against his stomach because it will make him cough. He tries it, it hurts like heck. She tells him to do it ten times per hour. She examines the wound and puts a bandage and abdominal binder back on. Finally, she gives him the pain medication.

0900: The nurse comes back with morning medication. She gives him a medication for his stomach, acetaminophen, and an IV antibiotic, which she explains is given to everyone who has trauma surgery. She says physical therapy and social work will come at some time today and also a cop wants to see him about the person who shot him.

1000: Physical therapy comes in. There are two of them and they are very efficient. One of them walks him in the hall while the other follows behind with a wheelchair. When they get back to the room, he is wiped, but they sit him in the chair and tell him to stay there for as long as he can.

1100: The nurse aide comes by and asks if he'd like to order lunch. He realizes he never had breakfast. "Ordering lunch" turns out to be picking his choice of broth, jello, and flavored ice. He is hungry and asks when he can have real food. The nurse aide says she will ask his nurse.

1200: He "eats" or rather drinks lunch. It is good to have something on his stomach and he's feeling relatively okay thanks to the pain medication. No one has come back to tell him about real food. After lunch, he's really tired and tries to take a nap.

1300: The social worker comes in, wakes him up, and asks a bunch of questions, mostly about if he feels safe at home. Once it's relatively clear this gunshot wound was a one off thing and he won't be going to long term care, she seems to lose interest. She gives him her card and tells him to call her if he needs anything.

1400: The cops come in. There's two of them. They wake him up again. They ask about who shot him. He doesn't have a lot of information to give them and they also seem to lose interest pretty quickly. The nurse aide takes his vitals again. His temperature has come down.

1500: The surgeon's nurse practitioner comes in with his nurse from earlier, opens the abdominal binder again and takes off the bandages to look at the incision site. Nothing has really changed since this morning, but putting on and taking off the binder is a lot of effort and really he just wants to sleep at this point. They ask him how lunch and physical therapy went and he tells them. They ask if he's passed gas yet. Maybe he did? He's not sure. They say they'll probably keep him overnight again for more IV antibiotics and to make sure he can eat. The nurse practitioner listens to his abdomen again, this time it doesn't take as long. They put his bandages and binder back on.

1600: He asks for more pain medication. Once again, it takes about an hour to get. He also gets another IV antibiotic and more acetaminophen. The nurse aide comes by to take his dinner order, which is still clear liquids.

1700: During dinner he passes gas. He puts his call light on to tell the nurse. The nurse aide says she'll pass the message along. A half hour later the nurse sticks her head in and asks if he wants some pudding for dessert, considering it's too late to order anything from the cafeteria but they did change his diet order to full liquids now that things are moving.

1800: He enjoys some pudding and ice cream.

1900: He tries to take another nap, but a new nurse aide comes in to get his vitals again. He manages to fall asleep after that.

2000: He sleeps

2100: His new nurse comes in, introduces herself, does her assessment, and gives him night medications.

2200: He asks for pain medication again.

2300: Just as he falls asleep again, the nurse comes in to take blood. She's a good stick but his arms are already impossibly bruised up from the previous 20 or so sticks he's gotten in the last 36 hours. She still gets him in one try.

0000: He sleeps

0100: He is woken by someone screaming down the hall.

0200: Someone is having a very loud night.

0300: His nurse comes in. His labs came back and his potassium is low. She hangs a bag of potassium on his IV pole and hooks it up to his IV. She tells him it will probably sting, and if it’s too bad to let her know.

0400: The arm with the IV in it aches and he still can’t sleep. The person down the hall has stopped screaming finally at least.

0500: The nurse aide comes in and asks if he would like to order breakfast. All he wants to do is go home.

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RUBBERMAN, DO MY BIDDING!

YEAH, RUBBERMAN’S ALWAYS WILLING!

AND RUBBERMAN’S HEAD IS—

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The Blacklist 1x09 | Donald Ressler Shot

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Did you know Robert Fuller went on from Laramie to play Cooper Smith on the show Wagon Train? Clearly there was little time between his time on the shows, because he looks basically the same as in Laramie.

Wagon Train 8x5 The Barbara Lindquist Story

While helping a young woman stranded, Coop is shot in the leg. The wound quickly becomes infected. In his delirium he calls out for his close friend and mentor Chris Hale. Alone without medical supplies, Barbara is helpless to ease his pain.

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3 Will Be Free - Ep. 9

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whumptober no.25: surgery

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All the best Avon and Blake whump/bromance moments leading up to that climactic admission of trust across the first two seasons of Blake's 7.

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Whumptober 2023

No. 3 “Make It Stop.” | No. 30 Bridal Carry

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (Pre-relationship)

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Gunshot wound, mentions of blood

“It… hurts.”

“I gotcha, Y/N. Ya jus’ hang on fer me, girl, y’hear?” Daryl was running as fast as he humanly could with you cradled against his chest in a bridal carry, desperate to get back to the prison. You needed Hershel and you needed him now. 

He should have never taken you out with him. You were inexperienced, clumsy. He had really just wanted to spend some time with you away from the prying eyes of your home. Those knowing smiles and giddy whispers were enough to set his nerves on edge. 

He couldn’t have known someone else would be hunting the same area. He couldn’t have known they would be tracking the same buck. He couldn’t have known that they would lay claim even though it was his bolt that took down the animal. And he definitely couldn’t have known the man would aim his gun at an innocent woman and pull the trigger before Daryl could even blink. The man went down fast with a bolt to the brain but the damage was done. 

“Make it stop. Please, Daryl.”

His heart felt as if it were being crushed in a vice, your strained pleas tearing away at him like a walker on flesh. “Almos’ there. Doc’ll fix ya righ’ up.” He could feel the warm, sticky blood spreading onto his own shirt and knew he was running out of time. His legs were burning, threatening to give out. He could barely manage a full breath. But he couldn’t stop. 

When the gates of the prison came into view, he nearly sobbed with relief. It was short lived. “Y’see? We made it.” You didn’t respond. “Y/N?” Your eyes were closed, face pale. “Fuck!” He was stumbling with exhaustion as he rushed past the few walkers shuffling around in the grass. “Open the gate!” He didn’t have to say it twice. 

Daryl made sure to stay close enough to the make-shift infirmary to be called if needed but far enough away so he couldn’t hear the urgent demands of the veterinarian as he tried to save your life. The archer sat on the floor, face in his hands, kicking himself for ever putting you in this position. He had been selfish and you were paying the price. 

“Daryl.”

The bowman quickly met Carol’s exhausted gaze. The weariness made it hard to read whether she was bringing good news or coming to tell him you were gone. 

“She… is she…?”

“She’s alive.”

Daryl let himself fall back against the wall. He felt a familiar sting behind his eyes and did his best to push it back, but the shine of tears was already evident. 

“Hershel says any longer and…. Anyway, she’s going to be fine.”

The archer nodded, not trusting his voice. Carol, ever vigilant, noticed his plight and slid down the wall next to him. “You like her, don’t you?”

“Pfft.” He responded too quickly. There was one of those knowing smiles he couldn’t stand. “She ain’t the wors’ person ta be ‘round.” The silver haired woman hummed and nodded. 

“She was thrilled you asked her to go with you.” She offered, twisting the bloody cloth in her hands. Daryl looked over at her but quickly looked away when she tried to meet his eyes. “She’s sweet on you. Has been for a while.”

“Stop.” 

“She really is, and what’s so terrible about that?”

Daryl’s face burned hot. “She can do a lot better than me.”

Carol reached out to brush his longer hair away from his face. He never flinched from her touch anymore. Hers or yours. “I don’t think so.” And with that, she stood and padded across the concrete to disappear back into the cell where you currently lay resting. 

Daryl let his friend’s words tumble around in his head, equal parts hope and fear spreading throughout. There was no way a classy little thing like you could ever be interested in a grumpy old redneck. But…maybe you had said something. Carol seemed so sure of it. 

With a shaky breath and trembling hands, the archer climbed to his feet and forced himself forward. He would sit with you until you awoke. And when you were stable enough, he would talk to you. Maybe. No, he would. He would. 

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Gunshot Wound

Request: Yes / No Thank you @badthingshappenbingo​ for my card! 

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Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 3273

Warnings: Being shot and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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A/N: Reader is 16 in this! 

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It all started with a super rare day off with my Mom. It was just going to be me, her, and my little half-brother Henry. We were both so excited to be able to spend a Saturday with our Mom since her job takes her away a lot. We were all playing when Mom got a call. 

“Y/N can you watch your brother for a second?” She asked and I nodded. She gave me a smile and walked to the side yard. I distracted Henry while Mom took her call, which she didn’t look exactly happy about. She came back into the room and sighed. 

“I need to go, we’ve got a case…” She said and Henry frowned. 

“I’m going to call the babysitter, can you watch your brother until she comes?” She asked and I shrugged. 

“I can watch him, Mom.” I said and she bit her lip. 

“I don’t know when it’s going to be done.” She said and I nodded. 

“So when Dad get’s back-” 

“Dad is part of the case.” She said while Henry was distracted. My eyes widened and she motioned me to follow her. 

“Henry, come inside and grab some juice.” Mom said. We followed her inside and Herny ran to get his juice. Mom pulled me over to sit at the table while Henry was watching cartoons. 

“Is Dad okay?” I asked, worried. 

“Dad is fine, his partner was shot.” She answered and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. 

“I really don’t know how long this will be, Y/N.” She said and I nodded. 

“I get it Mom, I can take care of Henry.” I said and she sighed. 

“Call me if you need a babysitter to help you.” She said and I smiled. 

“I promise, now go, Dad needs your help.” I said. I got up and went to go watch cartoons with Henry. 

It’s been hours since Mom and Dad left for work. Henry was upset for a little while about Mom having to leave, but I distracted him enough to forget about it. Mom told me I wasn’t allowed to look at the news at all, which I understood. She hated when I knew about local cases. I was too distracted by Henry to even think about looking at the news. However the thought of my Mom and Dad were constantly in the back of my head. I had Henry watching cartoons while I was making dinner for us. I pulled out my phone bit my lip. I haven’t heard anything from Mom or Dad since Mom left. 

“Don’t check the news under any circumstances.” Mom’s voice floated through my head. 

“I know Mom… but you and Dad haven’t answered any one my texts…” I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and pulled up the news on my phone. My eyes widened and I dropped my phone on the counter. 

“Y/N/N? You alright?” Henry called. 

“I’m fine Henry! Just had something slippery on my hands and dropped my phone!” I called back. 

“Okay!” He called back and I hoped went back to watching cartoons. I quickly picked up my phone and called Mom. 

“Please pick up, please pick up…” I mumbled to myself. 

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a babysitter?” Mom answered. 

“I’m fine, Mom, we’re fine. Are you? Is Dad?” I asked quietly so Henry wouldn’t hear.

“You looked at the news!?” She hissed at me. 

“I’m sorry! You and Dad weren’t answering my texts and I was worried…” I answered. 

“We’re fine, Y/N, I need you to stop looking at the news please.” She begged, she sounded off. 

“Okay, I promise, can you just please answer my texts? I’m really worried, Mom.” I whispered and she sighed. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you sweetie, I’m fine everything’s gonna be okay. Just focus on Henry and I promise I’ll text you in an hour.” She said. She said everything is going to be fine… I grew up with just my Mom at first and I picked up some profiling along the way. My Mom was lying to me. 

“Mom?” I asked. 

“Y/N, I really need to go. Just let me know if you need a babysitter.” She said and hung up. I sighed and put my phone to the side. 

“Something’s wrong…” I mumbled to myself. 

“Hey Y/N! Look who’s home!” I heard Henry call and I turned to see Dad with a woman I’ve never seen before. 

“Dad!” I said and rushed over to him. I went to hug him then noticed he looked a little worse for wear. 

“Dad? Are you alright?” I asked. 

“I’m fine Sweet heart, Mom thought you could use a little help and sent me over with my partner-” 

“I’m Izzy.” The woman cut him off and offered me her hand. Alarm bells were ringing in my head. Mom said his partner was shot.

“Uh, hi.” I said, shaking her hand. I glanced at my Dad and he just smiled at me. I heard a sizzling behind me quickly turned around. 

“Oh shoot!” I said and rushed to take the pot off the stove. I heard the two adult talking in a low voice that I just couldn’t hear. When I turned back around Dad was kneeling down to look at Henry. 

“Daddy let’s play!” Henry said. 

“Daddy can’t play right now, I gotta go to work. But this is um-” 

“Izzy.” The woman said again. 

“Izzy.” Dad whispered. 

“Can you say hi to Izzy?” Dad asked. 

“Hi Izzy.” Henry whispered, he was nervous about this woman too. 

“She’s gonna stay with you and Y/N until Mama comes home, okay?” Dad said. 

“Okay.” Henry said, sounding sad. 

“Hey.” Dad said, gaining his attention. 

“I love you.” Dad said to him. 

“I love you.” Henry said back. Dad hugged him. 

“You’re gonna be okay.” Dad said which made my anxiety skyrocket. Dad sent Henry into the living room to play and I walked up to him. 

“Dad?” I asked with a nervous tone. 

“Come here Y/N/N.” He said and motioned me to come hug him. I stepped into his arms and wrapped mine around him. 

“Everything is gonna be okay.” He whispered and I looked up at him. He was lying just like Mom was… He moved next to my ear and whispered so only I could hear. 

“Keep your brother away from her.” He whispered. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I’d protect my brother with my life and I think my Dad knows that too. He kissed my head and gently pushed me to follow Henry. I watched him walk out the house. 

“Hey Henry, you wanna help me finish cooking?” I asked and he smiled at me. 

“Yeah!” He said and I quickly picked him up. I walked him into the kitchen and watch the woman look around our house. I was so anxious about her presence here, but I just had to focus on protecting my brother. 

As I was cooking Henry started getting antsy and wanted to go color. I sighed and put him down. I led him over to the table where he got in the chair all by himself, and grabbed some paper and crayons. He quietly started coloring and I went back to the kitchen to hurry up and finish cooking. 

As I was just about to finish I heard Henry talking to the woman. I cursed myself and quickly finished the cooking. Once everything was done I left it on the stove to keep warm and walked out to find Henry on the woman’s lap. My eyes widened as I watched her touching his hair. 

“Let me tell you a story.” She said and I gulped. 

“Hey, Henry, foods ready. You hungry?” I asked as I walked over to him. 

“I wanna hear the story, Y/N/N.” He said. Izzy smirked at me and held Henry a bit closer to her. 

“Sit down, listen to the story, Y/N/N.” She smeared at me. I gave her a tight lipped smile and sat in the seat Henry was sitting in. I heard my phone ringing in the other room, but I knew if I moved she’d hurt my brother. She just smirked at me. 

“I really think we should eat Henry.” I said and he started to reach for me. 

“Y/N/N!” He said and I quickly pulled him out of her lap. I went into the kitchen and the woman followed. She grabbed my phone from the counter and smirked at me. We heard the gate opened and the woman went to go check the window. 

“Henry, go hide.” I whispered and he rushed off. I moved to run for it but I heard a gun cock. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked and I slowly turned around. 

“Come out Henry!” She called out. 

“Don’t listen to her Henry!” I shouted. 

“You little bitch!” She growled at me and I tried to run. She shot at me and I screamed in pain. 

“Drop it!” I heard my Mom growl. I couldn’t focus on what they were doing, but I knew Mom was fighting with the girl. 

“Mommy!” I heard Henry shout. 

“Henry!” Mom shouted. There was more fighting and then I heard a thud. I kept pressure on my lower left back and stayed laying on the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer to me and someone knelt down. 

“You alright, kid?” I recognized the voice of David. 

“It hurts a lot.” I groaned. 

“Let me see.” He said as he gently moved my hand. He looked at the bleeding wound and sighed. 

“The bullet is still inside, but your Mom and I are gonna get you help.” He said and I nodded. 

“I know…” I said. 

“Y/N/N?” I heard Henry asked in a scared voice. 

“I’ll be fine, Henry.” I said and smiled back at him in my Mom’s arms. David pushed his arms under me and lifted me up. I groaned as he lifted and flipped me over so I was facing him. I felt his hand put pressure on my wound and I groaned again. 

“I know, Y/N, just hang in there.” He said. They rushed me to the car and Mom got in the back with me and she locked Henry in so he couldn’t really see me. Mom gripped my hand and she had tears in her eyes. 

“I’ll be fine, Mom.” I said and she nodded. 

“I know sweetie, you’re so strong.” She said and I smiled. 

Once we got me to the hospital the staff rushed me inside. They got me into surgery quickly. I obviously didn’t remember any of it but when I woke up my Mom, Dad, and Henry were all standing around my bed. Dad was in a hospital gown too. 

“Mom? Dad?” I groaned as I tried to sit up. 

“Hey, lay back down, you need to relax.” Mom said as she pushed me back down. 

“I’m alright, Mom.” I said as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me tighter and I felt myself struggling to breath a bit. 

“Alright Hon, let our daughter breath.” Dad said with a laugh. Mom wiped her eyes as she pulled back from me. 

“Are you alright, Dad?” I asked and he nodded with a smile. 

“I’m fine sweet heart, we gotta worry about you.” He said and I shook my head. 

“I’m fine.” I insisted. 

“Y/N, you took a bullet to the back.” He said with a frown. 

“You told me to protect Henry.” I said with a small shrug. 

“I didn’t mean risk your life.” He said and I smiled. 

“I’d do anything to protect my brother.” I said and my parents smiled. 

“Well, we’re really glad you treat him as if he’s your full brother…” Mom started and I looked at them confused. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. Dad wrapped his arm around Mom’s shoulder and pulled her closer. 

“Y/N, your Mama and I are gonna get married.” Dad said and I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain. 

“Really!?” I asked with a huge smile. 

“Y/N! You need to lay down, you’ll rip your stitches!” Mom said, trying to push me back down. I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. 

“You finally said yes? Will’s really gonna be my Dad now?” I asked with tears in my eyes. 

“Yes sweetie, Will is going to be your Dad for real, now lay down.” She said and I happily obliged. 

“When’s the wedding?” I asked, feeling giddy now. 

“Your Mother wants to do it Monday.” Dad answered. 

“Am I gonna be able to come?” I asked with a frown. 

“We’ll talk to the doctor and I’ll let him know we’ll have a doctor on property.” Mom said with a wink. I giggled and shook my head. 

“I’m so excited! Can I wear my light pink dress?” I asked and they just laughed. 

“Yes you can wear your pink dress.” Mom said. 

The next day Dad came to pick me up at the hospital, since Mom convinced them that I’d be fine at home. He came into my room holding a bad and my light pink dress. I looked at him confused and he just smiled at me. 

“I thought you’re getting married on Monday?” I asked and he nodded as he set the things now. 

“We were, but David overheard and we’re gonna get married in his yard. Mom thinks it’s just a party.” He said and I squealed in excitement. 

“Help me get ready?” I asked and he nodded. Dad helped me get dressed and told me I needed to take it easy tonight. The doctor gave us some crutches as a just in case, but I didn’t really think I needed to use them. Dad insisted on bringing them anyway. 

“Come on, we’re meeting your mom and Henry there.” Dad said and I nodded. He helped me in the car and we were off. 

When we pulled up to David’s house I was so excited! I couldn’t believe my Mom was getting married to someone who actually liked and cared about me too. It’s all the two of us ever wanted. I got out and rushed over to my mom. I hugged her tightly and she laughed. 

“Well you’re feeling better.” She said and I smiled up at her. 

“I am! Look what Dad brought me to wear.” I said and did a spin. 

“I thought you wanted to wear that tomorrow.” She frowned and I nodded. 

“I still can, but this way the whole team can see how pretty I am.” I joked and she shook her head with a laugh. 

“Y/N, the doctor said to take it easy.” Dad said coming up to us. 

“I am.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Running to your Mama is not taking it easy. Don’t make me make you use the crutches.” He said and I groaned. 

“Okay, I’ll be good, promise!” I said and both my parents laughed. 

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Mom said and we all held hands. We walked inside and into the backyard. 

“Hey.” Mom said when she saw David. 

“Someone knows how to throw a party. You don’t mess around.” Mom said as she gave him a hug. 

“What can I tell ya? I’m the host with the most.” He said as he hugged her back. 

“No kidding.” Mom laughed as she pulled back. 

“Hey, look who’s here.” David said and Grandma walked up next to him. 

“Mom?” Mom asked and Grandma just smiled. 

“Okay, what’s-what’s going on?” Mom asked Dad. 

“Well we couldn’t get married without your Mama.” He answered. 

“I might’ve overheard a proposal yesterday?” David said. 

“And I couldn’t wait till Monday.” Dad said. 

“Okay so this is why you guys are so dressed up, huh?” Mom asked as she looked at me and Henry. 

“Yes and you will be too. I brought something borrowed.” Grandma said, holding up a wedding dress. 

“Mom, is that your dress?” Mom asked. 

“It is, let’s go see if it still fits.” Grandma said. 

“Can I help?” I asked and Grandma smiled at me. 

“Of course!” She said and gently pulled me along. 

Grandma and I helped Mom get into the dress and I was so excited. She looked absolutely beautiful. I’ve always wanted this for my Mom and I literally couldn’t be happier for her. 

“Mom you look so pretty.” I said and she smiled with happy tears in her eyes. 

“Thank you Sweetie.” She said and kissed my head. Once everything was ready Mom, Grandma, and Myself were walking downstairs and out the back door. Dad stood there with Henry at the alter with a man there to marry them. Grandma let go of Mom when we reached the front and I went to as well, but Mom stopped me. She pulled me up with her and I stood right by her as she married my now official Dad. I cried when they kissed and hugged them both tightly. I finally had a full family. 

We all sat down to eat and everyone was talking among themselves. I sat next to Henry and Jack, who I was so excited to see. The three of us were all talking and slightly playing pretend. I was about nine years older than Jack and eleven years older than my brother, but I loved spending time with them. Dad clinked his glass to gain everyone’s attention and stood up. Everyone looked over to him and he smiled. 

“I’d like to thank everyone for being with us tonight and sharing in our special day.” He started and smiled down at Mom, who was holding his other hand. 

“But I still have one more surprise for my two very special girls.” He said. Mom and I both looked at him confused and he motioned for me to come over to him. I stood up and walked next to him. 

“Y/N, I know you care for your Mama a lot and I’m so glad you gave us your blessin’ before we even had to ask.” He said and everyone chuckled. 

“But I’d like to make everything more official and ask you and your Mama if it’d be alright if I officially became your Daddy and adopted you.” He said and I gasped with tears in my eyes. 

“R-Really?” I asked and looked between them. 

“Yes really. You’re Mama and I have been talkin’ about it for some time now and I said if we ever got married I’d like to adopt you as my own.” He said and I hugged him tightly. 

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” I cried, not able to hold in my tears. Dad wrapped his arms around me and gently squeezed me. 

“We already started the paperwork incase this day ever came, so we just gotta get a court date and make it offical.” Mom said, standing up. I turned around and hugged her tightly, not realizing I was crying into her dress. 

“Thank you, Mom!” I cried and she gently rubbed my back. Dad wrapped us both in a hug and kissed my head. 

“Why is Y/N/N crying?” Henry asked and Dad went and picked him up. 

“They’re happy tears, buddy.” He said and I pulled back to smile at him and wipe my eyes. 

“Very happy tears.” I said and everyone chuckled. This was not only my Mom’s perfect day, it was mine too.

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Payback

"What on earth are you all doing?!"

The team startled and froze in their tracks when Caretaker's voice boomed through the room. They glanced up to the landing, barely daring to meet Caretaker's eye when they noticed his thunderous expression matched the tone of his outburst. But they didn't pull away from the struggling figure under them, keeping him to his knees and keeping a gun trained against the back of his head.

"Whumpee still hasn't woken up," one of the members snarled, forcing Whumper's head down with the gun. "You saw what this scum did to them! It's time for some payback."

Caretaker bristled, his hands still on the railing, knuckles white. Then he took a deep breath and let go, slowly making his way down the stairs, boots clanking heavily against the metal grate.

"Give me that!" he snarled, and snatched the gun away. He stood over Whumper, who had startled as well and his struggles had melted away. He looked up at Caretaker; didn't say a word, but his eyes betrayed a call for mercy.

"I agree," Caretaker hissed and cocked the gun. Whumper closed his eyes as the click echoed through the silent room. "A certain payback is order."

He aimed and without hesitation fired two rounds, one in both Whumper's shoulders.

Screams rose up and Whumper fell back, writhing on the floor.

"Take him to medbay, patch him up, lock him up," Caretaker said without looking down and he pressed the gun back into his friend's hands. "Listen up! No one, and I mean no one, kills this bastard."

He glanced down and Whumper shuddered at the cold glare.

"Because I am not done with him yet. And maybe, when Whumpee wakes, we'll see if he's lucky enough to end it with a single bullet through the head."

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