#I don't want to get dropped as a patient but the blood test results Will be fucked if I take them any time soon

[ros-sauce]

I think I need to reschedule my doctor's appointment which I have already rescheduled once. Has anyone here ever had to reschedule an appointment twice and follow-up question did they come to your house and kill you

[ms-demeanor]

IDK that I've ever put it in one post before, but here's the transplant speedrun.

1 - Valentines day 2021, he's admitted to the hospital. We take a pre-hospital selfie then I shave his head and he shaves his beard because he doesn't want to deal with hair at the hospital. Me and his mom drop him off; at that point you can only visit someone as they are actually dying and we're told that he's going to stay in the hospital until he gets a transplant or he dies, and if he's rejected as a transplant recipient he'll receive palliative care in this hospital.

2 - First week of March, they allow patients to have one screened visitor; this is our first visit - I take photos in the hospital to show his mom because at this point he has a pump in his shoulder and it is difficult for him to move his arms to use his phone. He has also been confined to a bed since the week he arrived because he's on the ECMO machine, so he can't walk or move around, though they stand him up every once in a while. At one point one of the ecmo tubes pulls out of his femoral artery, which is Not! Great! He also needed a blood transfusion about every two days at that point, which worried the doctors because it increased his likelihood of rejecting. But he had been approved for transplant at that point!

The first thing he said to me on this visit was "look, I have abs" and then he showed me his abs because it turns out when you're really really dying of heart failure your body begins to eat itself.

3 - Now That's What I Call Jaundice (cardiac cirrhosis is liver failure as a result of heart failure and it's pretty much the big giant neon flashing sign of heart failure that says "hey you're fucking dying" so if you've got heart failure and your bilirubin number is off or the whites of your eyes are yellow please kick up a gigantic stink until they check your liver; large bastard's GP, who is my doctor, who I hate, saw his bloodwork with a very high bilirubin number a month before he was diagnosed with cardiac cirrhosis and wrote it off as a testing fluke fuck that guy)

4 - Don't let the sad face fool you, he's acting pathetic so that his mom will stop yelling about the fact that I'm bringing him cookies. He's allowed to have cookies. At that point he weighed 98kg and was outsourcing his heartbeat, he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted. (have i mentioned that I was moving us from Vegas to LA at this time? I was bringing him cookies because I'd baked hundreds of peanut butter cookies and other cookies to use up the flour, sugar, and peanut butter in the vegas house)

5 - Mid-march, he's got a match! He called me when I was in Vegas filling up the truck with another load and I drove right back and to the hospital. Once he went in for surgery I drove to his mom's house and crashed, then woke up and drove to our storage unit and unpacked the truck while I waited to hear from the doctors. I was unloading a bookcase when I got the call. (There wasn't any point in waiting alone in the hospital for sixteen hours; either he was going to make it or he wasn't and someone was going to have to unload the truck at some point. People have been weird about this, like I should have been sitting at his side all the time, but there was a two-hour daily limit for most visits and look i have sat in a waiting room while this dude had a thirteen hour surgery i do not need a repeat of that experience without the soothing balm of nicotine getting me through it; so unloading a truck it was)

6 - Two days after surgery and kind of mad about it. His chest hurt a lot (obviously) but, like, a lot a lot because they'd had to open him up for the bypass just two years earlier.

7 - First walk outside of his room after transplant in early April; he needed a LOT of PT because of how much muscle he'd lost. He lost sixty pounds in the hospital before the surgery, and only gained back about twenty while he was in there.

8 - A visit from the tiny doggo

9 - I come to visit and I've got a new phone with a portrait mode so he steals it and takes stupid pictures for a few minutes. Dude is bored and restless; this is in late april and he's feeling well enough to be moody. ETA: There is a jar of pickles in front of him because he'd been fluid limited for a long time and his salt levels were off and when he got to the hospital they were like "you need electrolytes and a lot of salt" and he was like "sweetheart can you please please please bring me delicious salty things" so I was bringing him jars of pickled mushrooms and garlic stuffed olives and just a huge number of pickles that he kept trying to share with the nurses. "Alli brought the mushrooms again; would you like a pickled mushroom? I have fancy toothpicks to share them with!"

10 - He comes home for the first time in early May; he ends up getting readmitted two more times because of complications before finally being released in early July. ETA: The second time he got readmitted it was for something that he wasn't at all worried about but that they needed to monitor for a couple weeks so he was *SO BORED* and actually feeling pretty okay; so at one point when I was leaving the parking garage at 8pm my car wouldn't start, I did some troubleshooting with the manual and the internet and didn't figure it out, so I called him and he tried to troubleshoot over the phone and got frustrated and was begging his nurses to let him come out to the parking structure to work on my car (they refused) - I ended up getting a tow and fixing it when I replaced the battery terminals.

Photos are all posted with his permission.

Also I dyed my hair purple between photos one and two because it's his favorite color. I also bought a blue dress, red tights, and yellow shoes to wear to visit him because he always teases me for wearing so much black.

I just love him a lot. It was a hard couple years there, but things are getting better.

[thedisablednaturalist]

If you have mysterious chronic pain and have the means, here's a list of doctors you should see other than your primary and a rheumatologist:

Neurologist and/or sleep specialist

Pain management doctor (also sometimes called pain and spine doctor)

Therapist that specializes in helping physically disabled people (having chronic illness sucks and you need someone to talk to)

Psychiatrist (most people with chronic illness also need psychiatric meds)

Physical therapy or rehabilitation center that specifically has procedures for chronic illnesses. My chiropractor acts as this for me but I'd only recommend that as a last resort. If you have something like fibromyalgia or ehler dahlos syndrome you need to be very careful with how you stretch and how much exercise you do. My chiropractor has special exercise equipment that is very gentle and has a lot of padding to reduce pain.

ENT (Ears, nose, throat doctor)

Nutritionist

A primary care doctor will at most only perform blood tests. Many illnesses do not show up on these blood tests. You want to get checked for rheumatoid arthritis, lyme disease, and lupus. Even if your doctor tells you it's because your vitamin d level or iron is too low, I would still recommend further testing.

They'll most likely refer you to a rheumatologist regardless, but unless you actually have arthritis I wouldn't rely on them too much. Mine charged too much for a 10 minute appointment where all she did was give me meds and would not discuss any other treatment or management options. She also laughed at me when I asked about a mobility device. It might just be I had a bad experience but it seems like those doctors are just given chronic illness patients cause no one else wants them.

You need to get your spine looked at. An MRI is essential. At the very least get an xray of your neck and spine. A neurologist or pain + spine doctor will most likely order one.

Neurologists will check your nerves and brain function. They'll check if your nerves are overly sensitive or unresponsive. You'll get stabbed and shocked a lot.

Pain and spine doctors are the ones who will give you pain medicine. It will not be immediate. They will need to examine you (MRI) and try other medications and treatments first. This is because insurance is not going to pay for stronger drugs until you've exhausted other options. You'll most likely start with something like duloxotine, gabapentin, prescription NSAIDs, and/or muscle relaxers. Once my results came in from the MRI I was given steroid shots in my spine. They will give them in different spots first to see which spot is most effective, so don't worry if it only works one time and not the others. I cannot stress the importance of having this type of doctor on your care team. Being able to have the power to manage my pain has helped so much. This is also the doctor that signed my form for my handicapped parking permit.

Sleep studies are expensive, but sleep is extremely important for your quality of life. So many people have sleep apnea and don't know it. CPAP machines today are really quiet and comfortable. This will be essential for tackling chronic fatigue.

An ENT doctor is only if you end up having sleep apnea or have any issues with your sinuses. I had to go and get my nose fixed because even with my cpap I still wasn't getting enough air.

You need to have some way of moving your body. Only do this after you are already on a treatment plan. It's hard to do things like exercise when you are still dealing with pain and fatigue. Doctors will want you to do physical therapy first but that's not a good idea because you won't stick with it due to pain. You need to deal with the underlying problems before working on stuff like exercise and nutrition. Able bodied young people who don't exercise and don't eat well are not in constant pain, so you shouldn't be either. If they tell you to lose weight drop the doctor, that's a cop out response.

I haven't reached the step to get a nutritionist, but changing what foods you eat and when can really help with pain management. You also may find that something you eat is exacerbating your symptoms.

With my insurance plan I can pretty much call up a doctor and make an appointment without a referral. I know some plans need referrals, so either call your insurance for one or get your primary care doctor to give you one. Idk how this works for medicare but I think you can just make an appointment with anyone who takes medicare.

I have not been able to obtain a script for a mobility device from any of my doctors. If you have a type of doctor you'd recommend for that please chime in. I've heard occupational therapists are the way to go though but still need to look into that myself.

Also do not feel bad if you cannot afford these. It is not your fault. Healthcare especially in the USA fucking sucks. This is mostly only useful for people who are in the investigative stage who have insurance. I'm not saying "oh just do yoga". Your pain is not your fault, and it can take a long time to figure out a plan that's right for you. I didn't know what doctors I was supposed to see when I started out, and was just given to a rheumatologist since there isn't a fibromyalgia doctor. I only had blood tests at that point. Hopefully this helps people save time and make sure they can fully investigate the cause of their pain (or at least how to manage it better)

[almostwisegalaxy]

The glory

Ha Do Young x reader

Part 3

Two weeks later

Dong-woon and I left enough clues for Ha Do-yeon's mind to question her child's paternity. Normally he should come today and collect the results. I don't think I'll be there when he comes. I work nights, my shift ends at 8am and I have 30 minutes to drop Chin off at school.

Ha Do Young's point of view

My hands are sweaty and I'm stressed. It's only 6:30 in the morning, but I'm going to the clinic to get the results of this damn test. Find out if Ye-sol is my blood, if my marriage is based on a complete lie. As soon as you arrive, I go to the reception and ask for documents.

“Yes, here are the results of the genetic test, Mr. Thank you for using our services.”

I sat down in the waiting room and decided to open the envelope. I try, but nothing works. My vision is blurry and my hands are shaking. "Excuse me, is there a doctor who can read the results now?" »

"Yes, of course. It's the third door on the right."

When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Yu concentrating on what appeared to be a patient's medical papers.

"I'm sorry to disturb you this early."

“Oh, I'm fine. "What should I do for you?"

"Can you read his results? I'm afraid of misinterpreting them."

"Yes, please sit down."

"These results demonstrate 0% genetic identity between the two individuals."

“………… Thanks, I think I should go..."

Pov pov

Yes but no

he fainted

“Mr Ha, can you hear me?

I have no response. I expected him to be shocked by the news, but not so shocked as to faint. . He should wake up soon, right?

later in the day

It is 10 p.m. when I return to resume work with one of my colleagues. When I left this morning, Mr. Ha couldn't wake up, so I left that to the nurse, and he was very pale, so I asked him to give me an IV. And when I came back to my office, it was still as inert as it was hours ago.

The clinic isn't very busy tonight, so I'm going to see a few patients first. Some get a prescription and leave immediately, while others are kept in a room overnight due to their condition. I will go back to Mr. Ha. I stopped noticing his upper body movements, so I lowered myself to bed level to check for lice. I put my hand on his neck and looked at the clock. Yes, he is breathing quite normally. And at that moment he decided to wake up, put his hands on his neck and looked into mine. From this point of view, it looked like two people about to kiss.

"You're finally awake. I'm starting to worry."

"Why am I here?"

"You came for tests and due to lack of food, I guess you passed out"

He let go of my hand and we both sat down

" What time is it ?"

"11:40 p.m."

He tried to pull the IV out of his hand but I stopped him by putting my hand on it.

"Don't do this, you don't have enough iron and you could fall at any movement"

"You don't understand. I have to fix something at home"

"I know you must be worried about your daughter, but I don't think confronting your wife about it right now is good for your health."

"Because in addition to being a doctor, you are a marriage counselor?" I don't think a single mother knows what to do in this situation!

"Forgive me, I-"

"Okay. Take that needle off if you want so much you hit your face on the next stairs you'll see later. Get out of here" I said as I left the room.

"Miss Yu wait" but there was no time. I slammed the door in his face.

Dong Eun I hope you manage on your side because what I have is rat bowl

I slipped away 2 hours later and found him STILL there, lying staring at the ceiling. Let him do what he wants. I sat in the chair behind the desk, with my back to him, to study the somewhat complicated case of an undiagnosed woman.

Ha Do Young pov

"Miss Yu, I sincerely apologize to you. I should never have talked to you like that, especially since you were trying to help me"

" Hmm"

"And I also apologize for yelling at you. It was anger but I know it shouldn't have been directed at you"

" Hmm "

"You still won't talk to me?"

" Hmm"

"Can I at least ask you a question?"

" Hmm "

"How did you know I took a paternity test?"

"I was wondering what was the cause of your sudden unhealthiness and I got the information from the lab technician"

I say nothing more to collect my ideass. I don't know if I'm angry or sad right now. Well I blame yeon jin for lying to me but I don't know. From the beginning I suspected an extra marital relationship but I didn't dwell on it more than that. After all she fit the but gender standard and my mother had happily given her approval to the wedding announcement so I thought it was already good enough to live out the rest of my life. But I was seriously mistaken.

"What...what would you do if it was you in this situation?"

"I will do everything to keep my child. If eventually I still love him so much"

" But how to do it ?"

"It's simple. I turn his brain over to him in order to acquire proof of any mental instability of my spouse and the other in case he wants to recover the child following the divorce. But after that it's not that the opinion of a mother who raises her child alone does not take it into account "

"Sorry again for-"

" Excuse rejected. What do you think? Raising a child alone is easy? I have no one to trust my son to when I'm not around. I'm carrying my child just to have enough money to give him what he deserves. So I don't allow anyone to judge me. Is that clear?" She is now facing me speaking. I decide to get up to talk to him

"I can't say otherwise. I see how hard you are working for both of you and my words were very inappropriate. I don't know if you could forgive me"

"I think you'd better leave if you feel up to it"

" All right." I gather my things and get ready to leave. " Bye"

After leaving the hospital at dawn, I just went home to change. Ye-sol and her mother are still sleeping. It's better this way, I don't know how it's going to end if we talk. I am working at the moment. I just finished one and I'm so tired. I have too many thoughts swirling around in my head. But I don't want to think about anything. I just want to have my daughter with me, even if she's not really mine.

And this conversation with Ms. Yu ohhh. I hate this tension that has set in. I can understand his reaction to my comment. Basically, I always avoid unnecessary arguments, especially with those around me, so this situation makes me sad.

I decide to pick up Ye-sol from her school to spend some time with her and see if I still love her as much as before. The road from the company to the elementary school passed by the path of Ms. Yu's son Chin, I looked around not expecting to see anything special except for the little one sitting under the tree in front of the school. But what can he be doing at this hour outside. I got out of the car to go see him but noticed a few other kids around him.

"See, I told you. No one will come looking for him because he doesn't have a father."

“Bouu has a little chin without a father bouuu” “yes a bastard”

"Fuck bastards!" They screamed in their hearts but upon noticing me they ran away.

Chin was lying on the ground, his back to me. Looks like they pushed him. He tries not to cry, it shows. I leaned over to him and started a discussion with him.

“Did you hurt my little one?

"No...... Just a little crack on the knee"

"Okay, and can you tell me what you do outside of school?"

"The teacher has to go there urgently. The director called all the parents to come and take us home but mum didn't answer"

"but why aren't you in the yard, safe."

"It's them...... They like to bother me and hurt me. And I don't want to wait with them"

" OK. Uhh how about I take you to see your mom?

"You would do that?"

"Of course. I just need to take my daughter and go. Do you trust me?"

"No, But I Want to See Mom"

"so let's go see her"

I took her hand, bandaged her knee and we were on our way. Once at the hospital, I drove two toddlers across the street. Upon arriving, he knocked on the door and we heard a voice

"Yes who is it?"

"Hello, it's me momma" he says running to throw himself on the mother who has just caught up with him

"Yes and us too" ye-sol greeted her from inside the room

“Hey kids, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class? "

"Madam must have come home early"

"My father came to get me"

"And he scratched his knee" I said

"Pardon ?"

Then she examined his wound, disinfected it and put a bandage on it. Meanwhile, ye-sol fetches snacks from the vending machine further away.

"How did you do that? Honey"

"Other kids push me"

"And why are they doing this?"

"He just likes to annoy me. It's nothing serious, momma."

"No, from what I could see, it's not just adispute. This is harassment", I said

"And maybe you know why he harassed you?" He immediately bowed to his mother's words, as if he had been mistaken.

"Chin answers mom" she told him, she gently grabbed his shoulder "my chick?"

"........They say I'm a bastard......That I don't have a father and that's why I'm going to end my life in school. I'm sorry mom, I know this is wrong. Anyway, I only need you” and he hugs her.

"You don't have to apologize for that. It's not your fault"

Then Ye-sol came back and offered to take the kids to lunch and bring her son back around the afternoon. She agreed and we left her alone. She really needs it.

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hey hi. I don't have many ideas to continue the story, so I prefer to wait for season 2 which comes out soon to get an idea. I hope you like the story. and if you have any ideas. Help me

A perfect family 🫣

Part2:

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Vault Tec Legacy

New Vault Dwellers have arrived.... one of the first things that Kenzie did was make an appointment with Dr. Saylor.

Kenzie: I know we're new here but I wanted to get a check up. There isn't really a doctor out in the wasteland.

Dr. Saylor: Of course! Your health is very, very important! Do you have any concerns or just a general health check up?

Kenzie: Well, I got a little curious after the bombs dropped and I guess I got to close to the radiation. Slowly, all my hair turned white and it's not as thick as it once was. I'm scared that the radiation could have other side effects.

Dr. Saylor: Well, there's no books here about radiation. What we can do is take some blood, I'll look at it and run some tests and go from there. I should be able to see what your cells are doing and that could give us some indication on radiation effects.

Kenzie: Who knew that I'd be worrying about puberty and radiation effects.

Dr. Saylor: What a world we live in now.

Dr. Saylor: Alright, I got all the blood I needed. I'll get in touch with you when I get some results. Maybe some answers for you and me.

Kenzie: Just blood? Your not going to test my heart or other physical tests?

Dr. Saylor: Not at this time, unless you want? But without knowing how you performed before the radiation, it would practically be useless.

Kenzie: Oh, my parents ran tests on me all the time.

Dr. Saylor: Are they doctors as well?

Kenzie: No, they're scientists.

Dr. Saylor: Oh, interesting. Like I said before, I should get back to you in a couple days with some results. If anything is abnormal with your day to day life, if anything changes, just let me know and we can add it to your chart.

Later that day

Alexia: I'm worried about the overall wellbeing and emotional state of the Dwellers after the whole situation with Cornelius.

Saylor: I think things have been better I feel like. There's a clear air and everyone can breathe. I surely can. I'm sure Mabel feels the same.

Alexia: I guess that's true. I'm just worried, I know it won't be the same as before ... before the bombs, but I want some kind of normalcy around here.

Saylor: With robots that fix everything? Aren't you trying to build a servo or what did you call them? A handy bot?

Alexia: I was going to build these things regardless if we were living in a vault or not. And I was going to be R I C H.

Saylor: I think we should talk about Kenzie.

Alexia: One of the new Vault Dwellers?

Saylor: Yeah, she came to me with some concerning health issues surrounding radiation.

Alexia: Can you even tell me those things, isn't that against the law? Like doctor-patient confidentially.

Saylor: Al, we live in a Vault. I don't think that exists anymore.

Alexia: That's right, I keep forgetting.

Saylor: How do you keep forgetting when you're the, what did you tell Cornelius? "Head bitch in charge".

Alexia: Damn right I am. Don't forget it!

Skill Check For Alexia:

Programming: 6

Handiness: 5

Robotics: 8

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[remyfire]

Here's a thought: sex pollen sidhawk

(prompts now closed) I don't want to talk about why this ended up being 3k, and I will be honest, it has not been beta'd, but boy, did that feel good to write. I hope you enjoy, anon!! Thank you so much for the prompt!

It's difficult enough every time that Sidney's care is requested at the 4077th, but getting the call when it comes to one Hawkeye Pierce is unsettling to the point of being unable to stand once he has hung up the phone. Sidney's perfectly organized mind, filing cabinet after filing cabinet, suddenly falls into solid darkness, inaccessible, making him as useless as a goldfish in a glass of water. But when he can urge the blood into his legs, everything comes rushing back, leaving him tight in his skin as he rushes to prepare himself for the journey.

In truth, Hawkeye is the reason why it is incredibly hard to be summoned there. He's dangerous, not in a violent or fearful way but to the integrity of Sidney's heart. It is all but necessary to hold him at bay—regardless of how tempting it is to protect him, memorize him, study him, understand him—but any attempt to tell Hawkeye this has not brought any positive results. He's hungry. He always has been. If he's not devouring knowledge or forcing his assistance to be taken, he's coaxing people into his bed and often finding himself in pieces when it's over. Attempting to dissuade him from those impulses never goes well.

It doesn't matter what they crave with one another, even if they share the same desires for a lover, a partner, a soft place to settle like a bird in its nest. There's too much danger in the midst of this war zone, not just physically but mentally, emotionally. Every day, Sidney reminds himself that he must maintain an objectivity between himself and any potential patients. And unfortunately for all of them, this includes and perhaps prioritizes Hawkeye. Though he'd never admit it to a soul, Sidney is all but certain that Hawk straddles the edge of a breakdown. Maybe it won't happen today, tomorrow, or even in this decade, but eventually it will come, and if Sidney is the only one there who might be able to give him care...

He does, however, recognize the flaw of his plan to remain objective. If he was to ever have a chance at not falling for Hawkeye, then he needed to refuse the invitation to that very first "medical conference" because the moment that he sat elbow to elbow with Hawk, Sidney's fate was set. There's not a drop of objectivity remaining.

He simply can't let it get worse.

As Colonel Potter departs, leaving Sidney alone outside of the VIP tent, Sidney takes a moment to really let the briefing he just received sink in. Once Hawkeye returned from a routine visit to an aid station, he was showing an odd list of symptoms such as glassy eyes, difficulty responding to questions, slurring speech, elevated body temperature, and clammy skin. Though the medical staff are still sorting through what tests they are able to safely perform here to rule out a number of physical ailments, the recent change from slurred speech to a mild personality shift necessitated both a low dose of a sedative and an immediate call for Sidney's assistance.

He's taken everything in as well as he can. He isn't sure exactly what he's walking into right now—mild personality shift appears to include overwhelming assertiveness, hypersexual behavior, and desperate bargaining, all of which could point to a wide array of his own possible diagnoses—but no matter what he sees in this tent, he knows he must remain as calm as possible.

This is all very well and good until he actually opens the door, steps inside, and sees that Hawkeye appears to be recovering from the sedative. He knows this because the 4077th's chief surgeon is currently in the cot on his side, rutting languidly against the pillow, sweat dripping from his hair, and three of his own fingers in his mouth with drool dripping down all of them.

As Hawk gazes at him, his pupils are dilated so alarmingly that Sidney's heart stops. He didn't hear any mention of a potential head injury. Surely they would've noticed that. There's no blood, no bruising, no outward sign of trauma, no—

"Sidney," Hawkeye breathes in the huskiest possible tone. With a crooked grin, he rolls toward the edge of the cot. "Sidney..."

"Careful," Sidney blurts. He darts forward into a kneel and catches Hawk with a hand on his chest before he can fall straight to the floor.

Alarmingly, Hawk whines, eyes falling shut, head tipping back, a full-body shiver breaking through him. "Fuck, fuck, please..."

"Let's make you comfortable, all right, Hawkeye?" Sidney asks as mildly as he can. Instinct kicks in. Soothe, soothe, soothe. "I thought I might come by to check on you. It sounds like you've had a busy afternoon." But as he is working on easing Hawk flat on his back, quiet moans bubble out of Hawkeye, short and pained, each paired with Sidney applying pressure to his body—shoulder, arm, even touching his forehead to check his temperature.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop..."

The moment Sidney lifts his hands, Hawkeye cries out and writhes in the cot. "Hawkeye, honey, what are you feeling?" Sidney knows the desperation is coloring his voice, but as he expected, objectivity has vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Hurts. Please!" He reaches for Sidney's wrist.

"What hurts, zissele?" The old endearment falls from his lips before he can stop it, but Hawkeye gets a hold of his arm then with a bruising grip and yanks Sidney hard enough to almost topple him into the cot. "Hawkeye?" Keep your head, Freedman, come on. He notes how Hawkeye presses Sidney's palm into his own abdomen, how he whimpers and bucks his hips but refuses to let him pull away. "Does this help?"

There's no indication that Hawkeye hears him, just a rapidly whispered mantra of "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..."

Working on instinct alone, Sidney squeezes Hawk's forearm with his other hand. The sharp whine he receives right away is both needy and relieved. But when he loosens his grip, Hawkeye all but snarls, darting for Sidney's arm, looking on the verge of tears when Sidney pulls it out of range. "Is it the pressure?" Sidney prompts. "Hawkeye, if you're able to, I need you to communicate with me, all right?" This sort of forceful urging goes against his training—he must stay steady, he must, he must—but the words bring Hawk's gaze back to meet his all the same. "Does pressure help relieve what you're feeling?"

Hawk's body twitches again as he stares up at Sidney with the saddest eyes he's ever seen. "Sidney..." Another thrash. They don't seem to be seizures, but those sort of involuntary spasms— "Sidney?" Hawkeye's voice goes whisper thin and yet far clearer.

"Yes, that's it, I'm here, zissele." Is this a temporary moment of clarity? He makes an internal jot beside the question for his observations to follow. How has he taken dozens of mental pages of notes since walking into this tent minutes ago?

"Pressure. The pressure. I-It feels like..." Hawk shudders, lids drooping.

Sidney sucks in a sharp breath. "Stay here with me. What does it feel like?"

He seems to force his eyes wide open, keeps them firmly focused on Sidney without blinking. "Fuck, fuck, Sid, it's, it's like I've got, like I'm a balloon, like the..." A giggle slips out with an edge of hysteria. "Jesus, all that hot air finally caught up to me, huh?"

Nervous laughter. Another jot. Sidney speaks over the rolling wave of cackles. "Is it painful? Does it come and go or is it consistent?"

Hawkeye hums in high amusement, a grin that melts into a pout with a matching furrowed brow. "I need it. Sid, I need it, I need it I need it I need—"

In an act of desperation, Sidney drapes his whole arm across Hawk's chest and pushes downward, and for one moment, Hawk goes completely silent, all held breath and parted lips. But Sidney has never been a particularly physically powerful man nor does his endurance apply to more than the mental fortitude to withstand long, grueling sessions with cracked patients. He can't sustain the weight for more than fifteen seconds, and as his tired muscles begin to lift, Hawkeye wails.

And just like that, Sidney Freedman, dedicated psychiatrist who only operates with thoughtful care, throws everything to the wind and crawls into the cot. "Here I am, Hawkele," he whispers, the fond Yiddish suffix coming to him faster than his own name. He straddles Hawkeye and lets himself turn into completely dead weight.

"Yesssss... Ohh, yes, Sidney." Hawk wraps his arms and legs around him and squeezes as tightly as he can. He's all but soaked through his clothes with sweat and they're so damp that Sidney aches to pull away, pull them off, pull out a towel to dab over him and clean him up, but the last thing he's capable of doing right now is physically abandoning Hawkeye for so much as a moment.

Sidney drops his voice to what he hopes is a soothing level. "Is this helping? Can you hear me?" With every passing second, Sidney becomes more and more aware of how hard Hawkeye is in his fatigues, and though he tries to imagine himself in the middle of the Arctic Circle, his body stirs in response. Not now. He buries his face in Hawk's chest. Not now, please not now.

Like a gentle rippling tide, Hawk begins to grind against him.

"Hawkeye." Sidney whips his head up and tries to catch his eye.

"Wanna come back," Hawk whispers, crystal clear. "Don't, don't let me get stuck like this, Sid, fuck, fuck, don't let me stay here, please?"

"Stay where? Hawkeye." He tries to be firm when Hawkeye bucks upward once more, reaches for his hip in an attempt to hold him still.

"My head. It's boiling. All the steam's getting caught in my veins. I can't think, I can't—" As his voice goes wet, sympathetic tears rush to Sidney's eyes. All at once, Hawk sucks in a sharp breath and grabs Sidney by the face. He pins him there with his stare. "Fuck me."

Sidney tries to shake his head but Hawkeye's grip tightens.

"Fuck me, Sidney, fuck it out of me, fuck me better." Every word tumbles out of Hawkeye faster, faster, faster, each as pointed as a scalpel.

"This isn't the way it should go, zissele," Sidney murmurs back, pleading. "I can't be sure if you're in your right mind. I don't know if you're you. Can you understand that?"

On he goes, rutting, panting. "Private Kafka," Hawk all but snaps, and while Sidney's trying to make sense of it, he goes on in a single breath. "That's inscrutable, the psychiatric basis for gambling, I'm not screwed up enough, I told you, Biarritz, Sidney, the choo-choo around the bend—"

"Hawkeye..." The wobble in Sidney's voice is too telling. He inhales, holds it, lets it out, presents the picture of being as calm as he possibly can be. "You know we can't do that. There's too many steps. We don't have the supplies. And even if we did, I don't know what you're experiencing, but there's no scientific basis for sexual intercourse relieving any of the symptoms that you're experiencing—"

"Pressure," Hawkeye hisses, lifting his head so they're nose to nose. "Sidney, Sid, I would..." He curls into Sidney with a groan, limbs clenching him tighter, bringing their erections flush together through just a few layers of fabric, bringing goosebumps down Sidney's spine. "I-I'd kill for it not to be like this, but Jesus Christ, when you're not, not holding me down like this, that's when I'm not my head, that's when I get, when I'm lost, I need it out of me, I need to release it, please, fuck, please, Sid, don't leave me here, don't let me—"

As Sidney touches their foreheads together, he rolls his hips forward, and as Hawk whimpers and digs his nails into Sidney's back, he tries desperately not to hate himself. "Hawkele. I'm sorry, honey." Years of medical and psychiatric training reduced to this, clinging to the man who he loves, rutting against him like they're animals in heat, taking what should be a beautifully intimate experience and reducing it to—

"Thank you." The words drift up and brush Sidney's lips with steam-hot air. "Oh, fuck, Sidney, thank you, God..."

The mere notion that Hawkeye is thanking him for the scraps of what Sidney so dearly wants to provide? No, no, that's sour on his tongue, bugs under his skin. There's too much adoration trapped in his chest to be thanked for this.

Despite every boundary he's tried to maintain, Sidney surges forward to kiss him. As he drinks up the mewling moans vibrating into his mouth, Sidney keeps a steady rhythm, trying to ignore the electric pulses of pleasure climbing his spine, helpless but to feel them anyway. When Hawk gets a hand around the back of his neck, Sidney sinks fingers into his hair, scraping over his scalp.

I'm not leaving you trapped, he tries to transmit straight into Hawkeye's mind. I want every piece of you, zissele, your mind, your heart, your body, your fears, your dreams... With a slight shift, Sidney trips into the perfect angle. It's fire sweeping into an inferno inside of him. As a groan pulls itself free from his tight hold, Hawkeye seems to light up from the sound of it. He kisses with a delicious excitement that feels exactly like Sidney has always dreamed of. Frenetic. Agile. It's good, it's too good, it's exactly enough to fuzz Sidney over just a touch with getting a taste of all of his fantasies.

He's not sure who flips the switch inside of him, but Sidney redoubles his efforts.

The sweat begins to break over his entire body as well, pairing with the ecstasy as perfectly as a sweet wine. He gives everything he has. It doesn't matter that they don't have a scrap of clothing off, Sidney fucks him, and he does it like he does anything else—with a single-minded concentration on the final goal. Pressure, Hawkeye says, that's what he needs, this constant push of their bodies together. If Sidney had his way, he'd get his mouth on Hawkeye, find out what his pretty cock tastes like, suck him straight down his throat and swallow and see what kind of relief that might provide... But no, not today, not here, not now, not when the only way he could manage it comfortably while being able to keep an eye on Hawk's expression would be to remove his weight.

Sidney shudders as he shoves his arms under Hawk's shoulders, trying to squeeze him just that little bit more. "You're beautiful, Hawkeye," he can't help but whisper. "Oh, zissele... Is this what you need?"

"Perfect," Hawkeye murmurs, lets out a whimper, then tries again. "It's perfect, Sidney, please—"

"I won't stop. I-I can't..." Sidney bites his lip before he lets anything else out that might be too presumptive. But God, it's all but impossible to hold it in when he's straddling a peak. He doesn't feel as though he's earned an orgasm. There's no world where he deserves it, where he can be sure he's not taking advantage. It's Hawkeye who needs this. And it seems as if he might be barely seconds away from finding it.

Hawkeye's moans have reached a fever pitch. They're possibly the most arousing sounds Sidney has ever heard in all of his forty-seven years. What's more, he's back to writhing, putting everything he has into the almost hypnotic rocking of their bodies, never passive, never, not his Hawkeye. "Sid, it's so good, I-I'm so close."

"That's it, Hawkele, take it, take everything you need from me, let, let me help." Sidney's voice cracks, the tears in his eyes wrapped intrinsically around the crushing, vulnerable intimacy that's trying to claw its way out of his chest.

"Sidney!" Hawk shouts his name just before he bites down on Sidney's jacket and muffles his scream as he lets go. Sidney swears that somehow he can feel the heat of his release bleeding through their shorts, their trousers, and though his hips are beginning to ache, he pushes on like his high school days of sprinting, seeing Hawkeye through all the way to the end, buck after buck. It takes every fiber of his being to withhold his own orgasm, not to—

With a high-pitched whine, Hawk drops his head back on the pillow. "Don't stop, don't stop, come for me, Sidney, please."

—come, fuck, fuck, like a depth change, like plummeting under the ocean and being squeezed by it into his own death, desperate pleasure and tears, wordless weeping, everything tightening as he shakes and shakes and shakes around Hawkeye until it begins to dissipate, until all that remains is the trembling, the fear of letting go.

But Hawkeye is here too. He's petting through Sidney's curls and shivering with him. And just as the guilt makes its return, Hawk whispers, "It's, it's... H-Hold on, I think it's working."

Another mental jot. When Sidney becomes aware of it, he almost barks an unstable laugh of his own. But instead he lifts his head and cups Hawkeye's cheek with a sniffle. "You're...yes, you're becoming cooler."

Hawkeye grins, the edges of his eyes crinkling. "Are you saying I was a loser before?"

That draws the chuckle. "Oh, you're certainly clearing up," he drawls. He feels as though he's desperately reaching for strings of normalcy, the rhythm that he's familiar with. But he's also exhausted. Anxious. Sidney tilts his head, watching in fascination as Hawk's pupils begin to shrink. "Your eyes aren't glassy. Your voice is steadier. Your—"

"Dr. Freedman," Hawk murmurs as he gives him one more squeeze. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to table the diagnostics for five minutes of holding you."

Oh, he's a goner, every bit of him. But if he's being honest with himself, this isn't a new state of being, no matter how much he ran from it. Sidney closes his eyes with an unsteady sigh. "Your motion has been approved, Dr. Pierce," he whispers back, then buries his face in his Hawkele's neck. The world can stand still for five minutes. And if it doesn't, if it comes to a sudden end, then at least he'll be here in Hawk's arms to bid it farewell.

[finitefall]

I cannot be the only one who thinks this but what if in the books Jon didn't die? I never considered this until I read ADWD and I suddenly had this thought that maybe Jon is just injured severely from his stab wounds but isn't dead. bc if it wasn't for the show, I def would have read that book scene and thought he was injured but not dead. i do want him to die so he can be resurrected tho

It's true that he's not dead, but seriously injured in the end. However, I just don't see how he could survive this:

When Wick Whitettlestick slashed at his throat, the word turned into a grunt. Jon twisted from the knife, just enough so it barely grazed his skin. He cut me. When he put his hand to the side of his neck, blood welled between his fingers. "Why?" "For the watch." Wick slashed at him again, This time Jon caught his wrist and bent his arm back until he dropped the dagger. The gangling steward backed away, his hands upraised as if to say, Not me, it was not me. Men were screaming. Jon reached for Longclaw, but his fingers had grown stiff and clumsy. Somehow he could not seem to get the sword free of its scabbard. Then Bowen Marsh stood there before him, tears running down his cheeks. "For the watch." He punched Jon in the belly. When he pulled his hand away, the dagger stayed where he had buried it. Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold…

ADWD - Jon XIII

The first wound only grazed his skin. But the second one? Dagger into the belly, and unfortunately Jon has the reflex to not leave it (any surgeon would tell you it can cause more internal damage and obviously a lot of blood loss, which is why they leave whatever object a patient was stabbed with until they run tests and have the results). Third dagger between the shoulder blades, he falls and doesn't feel the next one. If you only feel cold and not what's happening to you, that's definitely not a good sign. Even if the best healer came, I don't see how he could fix this. If it was today and he was being treated right away in a hospital by great surgeons, he might have a chance, but here? No, for me he's clearly dying at the end of the chapter.

[ordinaryyy-days]

Dengue

Two weeks ago, I got sick.

I suddenly had a fever on Thursday August 8. I woke up feeling fine, procrastinated in the morning and began working, when I suddenly felt warm and weak. I was preparing for lunch then. Good thing my mom was at home to take over.

I was shocked to see that my fever reached 39C. It was a high fever! Accompanied by dry cough. I thought I caught the flu. I was able to cook some snacks in the afternoon, made me think that it wasn't a serious illness at all, affirming my thought that I just had a flu.

My fever continued the following day Friday, reaching 40C! I contacted my doctor cousin (a dermatologist) and prescribed me to take some antibiotics and something for the cough. Then on Saturday, my temperature went back to normal. I thought I was already recovering. Night came and again, I had a high fever until the following morning. I told my mom and she had a hunch that I probably contracted the dengue virus. It was a Sunday and no clinics were open. Going straight to the hospital seemed an overkill, and I didn't want to risk getting admitted yet.

On Monday, I went to a diagnostic lab and got tested for dengue. I was positive. My doctor cousin was also hesitant to send me to the hospital since what I had was a viral infection, I just really need to eat well and stay hydrated, to aid my body into fighting the infection. She said to have my blood taken everyday to monitor my platelets. My platelet count was below the normal range. On Tuesday, I had my blood tested again and my platelet count increased albeit still below the normal range.

My mom was already panicking a bit. During the previous nights, she slept in our room to accompany me or make sure I'm still okay while asleep. She was in contact with her friends the whole time I got diagnosed with dengue, asking them for tawatawa plant - a local herbal medicine believed to aid dengue patients to have a speedier recovery from dengue. One of her friends based overseas, a doctor, convinced her to have me admitted to a hospital to make sure that my vitals are being monitored well. I didn't want to be admitted yet because I don't have any health insurance and no money either. I feel bad to have my family shoulder my medical expenses.

She talked to my doctor cousin, and another doctor cousin who is also a daughter of one of her close friends, they both said that since my platelet count has increased even if below the normal range, we could still continue to monitor my platelet count, and it had not reached the critical phase yet which getting admitted to the hospital was more imperative. My mother agreed. The following day, another day to have my blood taken and tested, my platelet count dropped to 40 and my hematocrit increased as well - two signs that my doctor cousins told my mother to watch out for. After getting the results, we finally went to a big hospital to have me admitted.

In a side story of confusion, my first doctor cousin wanted to endorse me to another doctor specializing in infectious disease and who share our surname, making us wonder whether this new doctor is a relative. With the help of my second doctor cousin, we got the new doctor's permission to be my physician. Alas, we were not able to go straight to admission since the endorsement only happened through texts so I was first admitted to the emergency room. It was my first time getting administered with a heplock(?) where my IV will be attached.

First, I underwent some lab tests - a chest x-ray, blood samples, and urinalysis. In the radiology room, the personnel was pleasant and professional. She helped me remove my bra which became a challenge to do so because of the IV. Next was in the hepa something lab to have my blood taken again, this time in the hospital. Earlier, I already had my blood taken for lab but in a clinic. This time it was for the hospital records. The first personnel to do so, a woman, had difficulty finding my vein and drawing blood. It was painful. That was the only time I felt pain while having my blood taken. I didn't know how or why, but I overheard them say that the blood was not flowing smoothly which might affect the sample. She asked for help of another personnel, this time a cute guy. He seemed more competent. Despite already having multiple puncture wounds in my right arm due to the multiple times of having my blood taken, I didn't feel any pain when he drew out my blood. He was also able to get more amount enough for all the tests needed. After successfully taking my blood, he remarked that the entire "ordeal" made him sweat. I looked at him and saw his chest, neck, and face sweaty. It was kinda cute.

After that, I was finally escorted to my room. I was instructed to give a urine sample. I was having my period that time, around a week early than my expected next cycle (probably because of whatever dengue has done to my blood? that made my period come earlier than expected?), and so it was a bit embarrassing.

I stayed in the hospital from Aug 14 Wednesday, with my mom watching over me. My brother took over the following day since my mom had to go to work. I was visited by D on my 2nd day of confinement. On Saturday, the new doctor instructed to have me discharged since I was already past the critical phase when my platelet count tanked on the day I got admitted and the following day. On the 3rd and 4th day Saturday (when I was discharged), my platelet count had been increasing. Doc said that it meant I had entered the recovery phase. I was discharged with still low platelet count; thus I still felt week on Sunday, a full day after getting discharged. I gave myself 3 days before getting back to work. Now, Wednesday, I kind of warmed up with my tasks and so tomorrow I need to start working asap.

I recounted eveything that happened since I got sick but my main purpose for writing this was to thank my mom.

We don't always get along. Actually, I don't always agree with her. I've reached the age where I think I kind of have an equal footing with her. As an adult with different consciousness than her, I just see things more differently than her. She is no longer someone I put in a pedestal for being my mom. I kind of look at her with an "adult" lens.

But this experience of getting sick and having her by my side all the time, caring for me, looking after me... I feel so grateful and fortunate for having a mom like her. I don't know what would have happened to me if she wasn't with me. I know that she would not - never - abandon me or leave me especially when I was sick. I felt like a kid again. I felt that I needed her more than ever, and I could not imagine a time when she wouldn't be with me when I need her like if I get sick again. It makes me sad to think, that as I grow older, the possibility of losing her becomes more and more possible. It's self-centered, I know, to think this way because of how useful she is to me... but was there really any time when I didn't need her? None. Walang panahon na hindi ko siya kailangan. I always need her because she is my mother. The truth is, she could do without me, I am now just a burden to her. I know that she is worried about me, of how I'm gonna live my life after being unemployed for a long time. She has been patient with me, she and my dad. I am so grateful. I don't know what I would do without them. I am still not ready to face the possibility that they might be gone one day.

For now, I don't wanna face it. I don't wanna think about it.

The best thing, I guess, for me to show my love for them is to be a strong person, to be employed again, to show them that I can manage living on my own like if I get sick again. I want to be not a burden to them. I will always need them, yes, but maybe not in a way where it seems like I can't live without them.

This is a new goal.

[imaginesforjohnnydepp]

Wait, What???

tw: MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY, BLOOD, SEX

One early October morning, Sidney found herself in the waiting room of her doctor's office, waiting for her name to be called as she played a word game on her phone. No one knew she was here; she told Nick that she was tying up loose ends from the wedding, but Sidney had a feeling that her mom knew what she was really up to. Nothing gets past Simone Severin. Today, Sidney was getting some blood work done for possible signs of pregnancy, she was experiencing all of the symptoms: morning (all day) sickness, fatigue, weird cravings. She took a pregnancy test a week ago and it came back positive but Sidney just chalked it up as a false positive, so she wanted a second opinion.

She looked up when the door to the waiting room opened, and a short woman with an iPad walked through. The lady looked up and her eyes landed on Sidney. "Sidney? Dr. Landry is ready for you." Sidney gathered her purse and followed the receptionist to a door with marked with the number 3 and opened the door. "She went to take a personal call but she should be with you shortly." With that, the woman walked out, closing the door behind her and Sidney was alone once again.

She started to worry: was it too early to have a baby? Of course they wanted to have kids, but they wanted to wait at least a year. They'd just hit the two month mark, and Nick would be on tour with his brothers until the middle of next year, which would be the entire pregnancy. The door opened again and Dr. Landry poked her head in the door.

"Good morning Sidney! So according to your chart you're getting some bloodwork done, correct?" Sidney nodded, a tight-lipped smile on her face. Dr. Landry had a knowing look in her eyes about the real reason the young woman wanted a blood test; she's also been in Sidney's position before as a patient wanting a pregnancy test. "Okay, let's get you started." The older woman went through the drawers in the room, pulling out needles, alcohol wipes and other equipment before instructing Sidney to make a fist before putting the needle in her arm.

Sidney watched as the blood went through the plastic tube and drip into the syringe and Dr. Landry gently pulled the needle from the vein and replaced it with a cotton pad and a bandage. "There! All done. If you want, you can either wait for the results or I can give you a call in a few days. It shouldn't take longer than a few hours. Two at most." "I don't mind waiting."

The doctor looked at her more closely. "Sidney, was this a pregnancy test by any chance?" Sidney nodded again, hiding her face in a curtain of her dark hair. She absolutely loves Dr. Landry; the two have known each other since Sidney was fourteen. They've covered birth control, sex, periods. Nothing was off limits, and Sidney never felt embarrassed. "I just wanted to be absolutely sure. I did one of those home pregnancy tests and it turned out positive but I just wanted a second opinion."

She listed all her symptoms and the weird cravings and Dr. Landry took note of everything on an iPad. "It definitely does sound like pregnancy, but I can tell just by looking at you. Your face is a little bit fuller than the last time I saw you." Sidney had a questioning look on her face at that, because Dr. Landry followed that up by saying, "I've been around this block before, as a patient and as a doctor. Moms always know. When I was pregnant with my first, before I even started telling people, I was meeting my mother for lunch and before I could even properly greet her, she asked me what colors I thought would look good in a nursery."

Sidney left a few minutes later, hoping to pass the time in Barnes and Noble where she updated her membership status and browsed for books, and the time just flew by. She was sitting at a table in the Starbucks, twenty pages into her newest read when her phone started ringing. Dr. Landry with the test results. "Hello?" The doctor's next sentence was enough for Sidney to drop to the floor. "Congratulations Mrs. Jonas."

[glucoberry-advantage]

Where to buy GlucoBerry?

There are GlucoBerry different times of the day that you will need to check your blood sugar level. The simplest way of beating hyperglycemia is the rule of "Take 15 to 20 gms" of fast absorbing carbohydrates either in the form of tablets or through proper diet choice. It can also help the diabetic to be free from diabetes risks such as heart problem, kidney damage, vision problem, stroke, and liver problem.

The GlucoBerry test results of a person who is not diabetic will be less than 6%. As diabetes is an innate disorder of the body due to many factors, any wonders performed by medical professionals cannot be set for curing diabetes completely. Examples of other high fiber foods are whole grains like barley. How much better is brown rice than white rice, as it pertains to blood sugar levels in Type 2 diabetics?

This is known as GlucoBerry the postprandial level, and it should be measured two hours after eating. Following are the tips that can help to achieve normal blood sugar levels. The knowledge of dangerous blood glucose levels and monitoring blood glucose levels with diabetics testing supplies is equally important and one of the first steps after the diagnosis of diabetes. Instead of a pick me up, a diet drink becomes a let you down.

Because I get asked so often, I'm going to share how I eat for blood sugar balance. Blood sugar GlucoBerry levels rise fast and in proportion to simple carbohydrate content. Over a period of a few months, you'll know your personal glycemic index in a way that will help you keep your blood sugar levels in good control.

The strip is then inserted in GlucoBerry the glucometer which measures the concentration of glucose in the drop of blood. The normal blood glucose level is 10mM or 140mg/dL. Normalizing your weight and going for a walk or a jog every day, also helps your body to handle GlucoBerry Blood Sugar better. Since this fruit is tasty, people find it convenient to use with sauces, spreads and dips.

Oral Glucose Tolerance Test: This test is performed after giving the patient a glucose drink. I don't drink soda of any kind and rarely drink alcohol. Unfortunately diabetes is a life long ailment especially for those who do not have confidence and will power to beat it. If you really want to make positive changes in your blood sugar levels, you need to stop consuming large meals and start taking 4 to 5 small meals per day.

The reason you need to wait 15 minutes is because even carbs need time to break down and make their way into your bloodstream. With a combination of diet, exercise and constantly and consistently measuring these levels, the diabetic can maintain a reasonable quality of life. Your HbA1c is registering over 7% and you want it to be less than 6.5%?

[thefirsthogokage]

Let's get one thing straight: Trans people are people and that should not be political. Trans people have been around long before Christianity, this is a fact.

Anywho, as medical staff, I can tell you she probably was never directly patched through to the doctor. That almost NEVER happens, and when it's done, someone is in distress and the doctor happens to be available.

The woman could have had an issue with her blood tests that would be too complicated to discuss on a phone call as well. That happens. My dad has had that come up with patients before, and he has them schedule an appointment sooner. If it was a real emergency with the patient and their lab results, he would have office staff call them to tell them the next steps. This is standard. Again: you RARELY get to talk directly to the doctor when you need to, this is true no matter the specialty.

As for being hung up on: it is entirely possible that what actually happened was the patient talked to office staff, got agitated, and office staff just told them, "if you don't want to make the appointment to talk to the doctor now, please call back when you are ready. I have to go now." Or something to that effect. This happens. We cannot spend time talking with - or being harassed by - you if we really don't have the time and you are not doing the thing you should be; in this case: making an appointment. Though, it could have been yes she did hurt the person's feelings and because she was being a bitch, the office staff hung up on her - as is their right to do.

But yeah, if you make too much trouble, are harassing office staff, are making it too difficult for staff and doctors to function, or just flat out are insulting to office staff, the doctor can and will drop you if they find out about it.

I have this in a post I've been working on, but doctors and medical staff usually have to have - or should have - extensive patience for patients. Office staff put up with a LOT of crap. Doctors sometimes even more so, especially in the mental health field. But you know what will make doctors drop you fast? If they find out you're being shitty to their staff past the point the staff are comfortable. Which it sounds like this is the case. I mean my dad would absolutely drop someone for saying, "did I hurt the trans person's feelings?" in this context.

It happens. My dad has done it. My dad has also told people they can't come back because they were shitty to office staff. He's even given them the ultimatum of "apologize and come back, or don't apologize and find a new doctor."

Good on the hospital system for dropping this former patient because she was clearly causing harm to staff. That is a perfectly fine reason to drop a patient. People can keep their mouth shut and still get treatment. This person was the one who had to go and make a big deal out of something and harm others, that's on her, so is her triggered anxiety and mental health issues. Should could have kept her mouth shut, but instead she agitated herself when she caused harm to others.

Also shit mental health is no excuse for treating people horribly in regards to race, religion, sexual orientation, or the like, let's never forget that.

Also, this Emma person was likely also being a very difficult patient that made it too difficult to treat her.

It is perfectly reasonable to ask for a medical team of a certain gender. That likely wasn't the issue. The issue was with her personality probably being too difficult to deal with. It happens.

Also, JFC, she/her are pronouns, Emma, go back to school.

A patient said something she thought was in confidence and he (the doctor) shared it with staff? And now TRAs are harassing a woman fighting breast cancer? That doctor needs to lose his license for violating patient confidentiality

A woman in Oregon receiving treatment for breast cancer has been dropped by her health clinic of 12 years because she expressed views critical of gender ideology.

Marlene Barbera, who is scheduled for a mastectomy later this month, told Reduxx that she had commented on the presence of a transgender pride flag that was hanging in the waiting room of the Richmond Family Medical Clinic in Portland last year.

Barbera explained that she had written a message to her doctor on MyChart, a website where patients can access their personal health information, describing that she found the inclusion of “political messaging in a healthcare setting” as “offensive.”

She, like a growing number of women, has “gender critical” views, rejecting modern ideologies that conflate biological sex and “gender identity.” Barbera mentioned she had faced rape and death threats from trans activists on X (formerly Twitter), many of whom would have identified with that same flag.

Initially, the Doctor, who she revealed had been her primary care provider for over ten years, said that he would not take the flag down. But while Barbera had initially believed their correspondence to be private, she later discovered that the note to her physician had been viewed and shared by other staff at the clinic.

This June, while attempting to leave a message for her doctor regarding blood test results, the issue continued to escalate. A receptionist at the clinic, who Barbera speculated was transgender, did not permit her to be patched through to her doctor.

“The person insisted I make an appointment. I have breast cancer and consequently an abundance of medical appointments so I did not want to do that. They got frustrated with my ‘non-compliance’ and hung up on me,” Barbera told Reduxx.

“Thinking it might have been in error, I called back. I was told I was ‘not allowed’ and that I must speak to the previous person who had hung up on me. I declined as things hadn’t gone well the first time.”

She then questioned whether the refusal from the first receptionist was due to her previous complaint about the trans pride flag in the lobby.

“I asked, guessing ‘did I hurt the trans person’s feelings?’ And the receptionist took offense to the question, asking ‘what did you say‘ slowly and with great emphasis.”

Weeks later, Barbera received an email from Oregon Health Science University’s (OHSU) Stein Berger, informing her that she had been “discharged from receiving medical care at the Richmond Family Medicine Clinic,” effective immediately, with services to be cut off from all OHSU Family Medicine Clinics, including immediate care clinics, from July 29th. The email did in fact specify that she was being removed “because of ongoing disrespectful and hurtful remarks about our LGBTQ community and staff.”

Barbera told Reduxx that the incident had sent her “anxiety through the roof” and that she was struggling with her mental health as a result of the stress.

“I have severe chronic agitated depression since teen years,” Barbera explains. “Now I have no primary care doctor and nowhere else to go. I have been made to feel like a worthless nothing.”

This is not the first time a woman has lost access to critical medical services due to her “gender critical” views.

In October of last year, a woman identified as Emma by the UK’s Daily Mail was banned from having an operation in London’s Princess Grace Hospital because she requested single sex accommodation. The woman, who had been scheduled for a complex colorectal operation, also expressed that she did not want to “use pronouns or engage with such manifestations of gender ideology.”

Despite having experience being the victim of sexual assault, Emma was banned from having her procedure at the facility for requesting single-sex care.

[baekhyunja]

My dad isn't the best dad in the world. He's flawed and we fight a lot, and most of it is because of our financial situation. He's the sole earner of my family but things haven't been looking up for us the past few years. It is one of the reasons why things have gotten as bad as it is now- I should have known that he's hidden his illness for a while now because he doesn't want to add more debt into our family burden just because of a "small cough", especially with the pandemic.

It turns out, he has pneumonia and high glucose blood levels. The pneumonia made a hospital reject giving him first aid care this Monday (22/3) despite his COVID tests showing up negative because they were "incapable of handling a possible COVID patient" due to the fact that my dad's lungs x-rays had signs of infection on it. Keep in mind that he has a high fever and isn't even able to walk or go to the bathroom by himself. They didn't even provide a sufficient IV drip for my dad or a fitting oxygen mask. Monday night we brought him home in hopes of treating his sickness at home because we couldn't afford any other options. At 1am, he woke up from his sleep at home and puked. We brought him to an ER 30 mins away that told us on the phone that they would take a patient with possible pneumonia as long as their COVID-19 test come out negative. When we got there, they just stood there for 20 mins looking at my dad convulsing in the car before rejecting to give him care after I showed him his lung results. I begged them to at least give him first aid but they told me condescendingly that if my dad passed away, they wouldn't be liable. So I went home in tears.

Tuesday 6AM my dad went into septic shock. Money be damned, I called an ambulance from a private hospital that informed me they would take possible patients despite them having COVID or not. I thought that my dad could get the first aid help and then later be admitted to a normal room, but when the medics arrived the first thing they told me was: he has to be put into an ICU.

I have just recently resigned from my job due to high risk of COVID-19 exposure, and both my mom and my sibling are unemployed. We've asked for friends and family for help, but it's just not enough given that we don't have an insurance and an ICU room costs $1k/night. As we're living in a third world country, no medical action will be taken before we given if we don't pay first. We've used up all of our penny to the last drop to keep my dad plugged into the ICU machines and keep him alive to this daym

As of right now, he's fighting as hard as he can to keep his body alive. He's doing his best, and I know I should do my best too. I've ran out of options.

If you can help us, please donate at my gofundme or paypal. If you can't, a reblog would help immensely.

His whole life, my dad has always teased me that I don't love him as I never express it verbally. You know how us Asians get- I never said it to him because I assumed that he should just know.

Please help me tell my dad that I love him to his face.

[galactic-magick]

Heyy, I just saw you're accepting requests, and I was so happy about that!!

If u want, can you pls do some headcanons/fic about Peter (001) thinking the reader is dead, and them found out they are not?

Thnk u a lot, and it's okay if u don't want to do that! I just really love your writing BTW 💖💖💖

Thank you so much for the support I’m glad you like my writing!!

Combining this request with this similar one from an anon: "hi! could you write angsty hcs for 001 like something happens to his s/o like he loses them (either permanently or temporarily) or something and how he reacts to it ?? whether or not it has a good ending is up to you! also feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable w writing this, thank you anyways!"

Want to make a Stranger Things request? Read this!

losing you was something he never thought he'd allow to happen, but it was out of his control

and for someone who desires to control the world and make it how he wants it to be, that's pretty rough

you worked at the lab with him, you didn’t have powers but you helped with the experiments and the science side of everything, as well as being a friendly face for all the kids

you were the only staff member besides Dr. Brenner that knew his true identity, both that he was the original 001 and that he was Henry Creel, due to you being so close and developing a relationship

so when one of the experiments goes wrong and you die as a result, it doesn’t matter that his powers are suppressed, he’s determined to avenge you

he never knew why Dr. Brenner always seemed to use you as a guinea pig, testing new technology and drugs to make sure it would be safe for the kids, but there was never a guarantee that it would be safe for you

he watched everything happen, watched you pass out and get dragged away

he ran after you of course, but was quickly put in check by the electric shocks Dr. Brenner liked to use on him whenever he tried to leave his place

he retaliated as much as he possibly could, but he knew there was only so much he could do while his powers were suppressed

all he had then was harsh words, screaming at all the scientists for how careless they were

if only he could have his powers back, maybe he could cheat death and somehow bring you back to life, or just burn this place to the ground

one thing this man is though is incredibly patient

he’ll wait as long as it takes if it means getting a satisfying revenge

so he puts a plan into action, befriending Eleven a little sooner and manipulating her into taking out his inhibitor chip thing

but one thing didn’t go according to plan

while on his murderous rampage, he runs into Dr. Brenner and allows him to beg for his life before Peter kills him

“Please! Please! Just wait-- I know where Y/N is!”

Peter stops in his tracks, hearing your name being the only thing that could snap him out of his headspace

“They’re dead. You killed them!” he shouts.

“No, they’re not dead! I kept them alive in case I ever needed them as leverage to control you-- but clearly you’re already out of control,” Dr. Brenner explains. “Please, just spare me and Eleven, we’ll never bother you with any of our experiments ever again and you can go out into the world and live whatever life you want,”

Peter lifts Dr. Brenner into the air and pushes him against the wall with his powers, “Tell me where they are and I might spare you,”

he tells him about the secret room on the top floor you’ve been kept in, and Peter swiftly drops him and bolts up all the flights of stairs, crushing anything in his way

the door is well hidden, but he still finds it easily and destroys all the locks in nearly one motion

he finds you sitting in a chair and gazing out a window, scattered with a few cracks from when you’ve tried to break out, to no avail, as well as some tally marks on the walls trying to keep track of the days

no words are needed as you run into each other’s arms

you take a moment to look at him, all that messy hair and blood

you don’t ask what happened for now, you’re just glad he found you

he holds you tighter, almost to the point you can’t breathe

“I thought I lost you. I thought you were dead,” he mumbles, a single tear falling down his face

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you assure him.

[thebibliosphere]

About tests and doctors: Yeah, getting an MCAS diagnosis is so frustrating! I'm trying to get on Gastrocrom, but my insurance won't pay for it unless I can get two tests with abnormal results (tryptase and IgE levels) and the first blood test has already come back normal (only a tiny amount over the average IgE level). I just want to get some long-term relief since I build a tolerance to antihistamines so quickly. I have to up my dose of any given h1 every two weeks. Grrr!

(P.S. Do you also struggle with/have heard of others struggling with antihistamine tolerance? A doc told me that taking a 'drug holiday' for 4 months would allow my system to reset/the old drugs to work again, but I'm nervous that's not the case.)

Ugh, I'm sorry. I've lost count of how many times I've had to pay out of pocket for medications or go without because my insurance wouldn't cover.

Nevermind the fact that testing for MCAS is so inconsistent and inconclusive and the tryptase test is so strict it has to be done during an active flare to show any results!

One doctor told me to "just ask for the test the next time you're in the ER with anaphylaxis" which y'know, they're not going to be fucking around taking my blood when I'm actively dying in front of them. Their chief concern is getting the life-saving drugs into me, which will also negate any test results even if they do the blood draw right after it. And even if they ran the test before bringing me out of crisis, most ERs are not equipped to store tryptase blood samples, and if they're not kept at the right temperature, it totally voids the results!

The 24 urine test is more accurate than the blood test, but even then you have to keep a bucket of your own pee on ice for 24 hours, then god help you if the processing lab you drop it off at doesn't immediately store it correctly before testing because you'll have lost 24 hours worth of samples. Gah!

And yeah, after a time, a lot of us become resistant to our antihistamines. But we also struggle to come off them, because doing so after long-term use means our bodies can go into free fall and that's never pretty. If I'm swapping antihistamines, I make sure I have rescue meds so I don't immediately go into crisis. My doctor was very against cutting out meds cold turkey too. If you're coming off them, you'll need to taper them. Which no one told me the first time I tried to come off them for an allergy test. That was a fun trip to the ER.

Antihistamine resistance is also why a lot of doctors (and patients within the community) are now stressing the need to find the cause of our MCAS, so we can treat the source and not just the symptoms. Which can be as helpful as finding a needle in a haystack for some of us. FWIW, Supplements like quercetin, vit D3 and some types of vit C can also help stabilize your mast cells as well. I even know some people who use quercetin in place of h1 meds because it's a miracle supplement for them. Unfortunately, I'm not one of them, but hey, if you haven't tried it, it might help with constantly needing to up your h1 blockers.

Best of luck, I hope you're able to get the test results you need. Or a doctor willing to write a preapproval for the med because testing is such a clusterfuck.

[cherry-gemz]

Healing Hands: Chapter One

Summary: You find yourself abroad in London as the Chief of Pediatrics. Everything has been running smoothly until you are faced with an undiagnosed case and the doctor assigned is anything but willing to face defeat. Will you be able treat the child's unknown disease in time, along while facing uncharted waters with love in the workplace?

Parings: Henry Cavill {Dr. Cavill} x Y/N {F!Reader}

Rating: Overall series 18+ only, Chapter is PG

Word count: 2200 +/-

Tags:  @evansamericanass @meowpurrbooks​ @lilithpaijiee @pterodactylterrace 

A/N: Trying something new at writing Henry fanfic. IDK if it’s any good, but either way wanted to start writing. LMK if you're interested, comments and tags welcomed! 💜

P.S. I am no means in any medical field or sorts, so if I get something incorrect on a term or process, bear with me xo.

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You knew that it was a gamble moving to the UK for the Chief of Pediatrics position. But it was time for a change. You needed to leave Eugene, Oregon. Start fresh. There was too much pain there and you had to get away. So when your cousin, who was a nurse from Brighton informed you that there was a need at her hospital for the highly-visible role, you thought why the hell not? You'd score a free round-trip to England of anything and actually see some family you've never met if it didn't pan out. 

Little did you know that you'd fall in love with London: the weather, the people, the imagery of it all. Oregon weather wasn't all too different, so you acclimated well. It had been a few months of you settling in: understanding more of the language barriers despite it still being English. Knackered, cuppa, trollied. 

That is until you had a run in with the division chief of Pediatrics, Dr. Cavill. The staff adored the renowned and painstakingly handsome doctor. And while you could appreciate the view as well, you never were on the same page with his ideals. His defiant behavior of undermining your direction of the unit was becoming a thorn in your side. 

But this time, this time you'd had enough. He mentioned to a patient's parents, while with the speciality case, the hospital could take on their son's situation as priority and receive around the clock care. You threw down the patient's file on your desk and pinched the bridge of your nose. It was a lost cause, you had looked into the patient ever since you started the role.

The child seemed perfectly healthy and lab tests may show no signs of illness. But the chronic pain and fatigue were unexplainable. You empathized, but the poor child has undergone so many tests that at this point it was about providing facts to the parents. And right now, there was no cause of alarm. You weren’t a Dr. House, this wasn’t television. You didn't have the staff to dive into any research or clinical studies. You had a hospital to run, employees to pay, other lives needed saving. 

You picked up the phone to the case nurse on the pediatric floor. 

"Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Y/LN. Can you please remind Dr. Cavill of our 5pm? He's late. Thank you." 

Slowly hanging up on the phone, you turn back to the patient's file. The boy, Jon Foulger, was just shy of his ninth birthday. No positive results for Lupus or Guillain-Barré syndrome. But This case had been bothering you, poor Jon had been in the hospital for three months and still no progress on a diagnosis. While you were never known to give up on a patient, you knew giving false hope to the parents was detrimental not only to the family, but to the same of the hospital's integrity. You were in a high esteemed role now, you knew that you had to discuss further with Henry on his actions. 

Twenty more minutes passed by and you checked your watch. Fuming, you stood up from your desk and headed down to the pediatric floor by the lift. 

As you briskly walk down the hall corridors you can't wait to give Cavill a piece of your mind. You turn the corner and ram right into a brick wall, or so you thought.  Your hands instinctively pick up and see placed on the doctor's firm chest. You immediately flush and lose composure. 

You knew he was a good-looking man, but this up close and personal was a whole other level. His dark hair and curls were fluffy and good enough to touch. His piercing steel blue eyes looked at yours and made immediate contact. His bone structure made the Michaelangelo's David blush. 

"My apologies, Dr. Y/LN. Didn't see you there," his voice was like butter. 

You straightened out your white coat, "Ahem, yes. Well I seemed to have been lost in thought. My apologies as well."

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, almost an hour ago…" you shifted your weight to stand a bit taller. He towered over you with his muscular frame and height. 

"Patient...Jon Foulger. We must discuss the repercussions of your current actions."

"Jon-Jon," he replied stoic. 

"Excuse me?"

"He likes to be called Jon-Jon."

"Well yes, let's go to my office and discuss further, please Dr. Cavill."

"As you wish," he replied and pivoted his heel to the nearby lift.

The rise up to the 12th floor was a quiet one, awkward overall as you knew you had to give a coaching and hated the notion. You missed practicing medicine; while you enjoyed the administration of your position, the thrill of helping others and using your hands were erased with cases of employee performance reviews, reports, budgets. 

He coughed into his fist and then held his strong hands in place in a clasp. 

He finally broke the silence, "Enjoying London?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Have you had any time to take a holiday?"

"Um, no. Been too busy."

"It might do you some good," he replies as he looks to check his watch. 

You huff, "Somewhere you need to be, Doctor?"

"No, just checking the time."

His arrogance irritated you and now you weren't feeling as badly to give him his coaching. 

The lift opened as you arrived at the floor and he held out the door for you to exit first. You nod and walk to your office, your kitten heels clicked on the hospital's linoleum floor and the sound echoed through your ears. 

As you both enter your office you stride quickly to your desk to assume dominance of the room. 

Henry stood near the doorway, admiring your photos and certificates on the wall. 

"I knew you were American, but Stanford Medical? Interesting, thought you were from Oregon. When will you be returning?" You can't read him if that was a compliment or sarcasm. 

"Dr. Cavill, would you be so kind to shut the door," you state firmly and sit down, ignoring his comment about your return to the states.

His brow peaks and he nods, turning to close the door. 

"Please, have a seat," you say. 

"I'd rather stand, thank you," he replies and you know this is going to be a difficult conversation. 

"Well this will only take a moment then. Your recent behavior with the Foulger family, while I commend you for your dedication, has been slight askew with the hospital's protocols."

"Is that so?" His voice dropped and his brow arched. "In what way, Dr. Y/LN?"

You cough as the drawl of his mouth turns upward and you can swear there's a smug smirk across his face. 

"Well...for one...you've promised around the care of the child. Now simply put, we've exhausted all efforts for a diagnosis and until Jon...Jon-Jon…shows any new symptoms, we are at liberty to provide him comfort care for the remainder of the evening, but he will need to be discharged in the morning. We've exhausted him enough with MRIs, blood tests. I'm at a rock in a hard place, Dr. Cavill."

"The rock or the hard place where you give up on a child's well-being simply because you haven't thought to see him as a person? Rather as a number on your statistical analysis of how functioning this hospital is?"

His eyes pierce through you and make your knees grow weak. The nurse staff usually talks about him being a cuddly bear, always making the children laugh and smile. But this man before you, why he's no cuddly bear. He was a beast of a man. A grizzly in fact. 

"Now see here, I will let you know that this case is very important to me. All the children are. But what you fail to see is that for whatever reason you've gravitated to this particular case, you're chasing something that doesn't exist." 

His broad shoulders and strong neck tense at your words. He blinks methodically, as if he's scoping out his prey. No, don't let his charm and rugged good looks distract you. This is a man who is used to getting what he wants and you are a woman who knows perfectly what to do with that.

"And I believe you're blind, Doctor."

"Excuse me?" Your voice was shrill and short. "This is borderline insubordination. I'd be careful with your next words, Cavill."

"Pardon my frankness, Dr. Y/LN, but I've been here longer and know these patients in and out," his voice raised and you could see the hint of a vein showing on his thick neck. "Some of the children come from very poor and debilitating environments. We can't just cast them off once a diagnosis doesn't stick simply because we need the bed or we're done trying!"

"DR. CAVILL," you exclaim and let out an exasperated sigh. His demeanor changed and his upper lip curved slightly. 

“Dr. Y/LN. With all due respect, I think you’re making the wrong judgement call here. Things are not adding up with Jon-Jon, if we just give it a few more days...I feel like we’re making progress and I’ve labored enough research into it-”

"Again, while I appreciate your passion...”

“Passion which you need to show for the patient-”

You raise your hand to silence him, “This is not up to you, Dr. Cavill. As Chief of Pediatrics, this is my call. We will discharge Jon tomorrow if he does not show any new symptoms. If you disobey any further protocols, I will have no other choice but resort to disciplinary action. Do I make myself clear, Doctor?"

You press your hands on your desk and lean inward, portraying your stance. 

"Perfectly," he responded. 

"And another thing, I -" you start, but he turns and abruptly walks out of your office, leaving your door open. 

The nerve! Did he really just do that? Where does he think he's going? Didn't I just tell him I'd resort to disciplinary action?!

You rush out of your office and you see him striding through the hall. His strong posture, shoulders back eluded to years of boarding school perhaps or military. You noticed his fists were clenched and it gave you slight satisfaction that you chipped away ever so slightly at his ego.

It was going to take a lot more than that to send you packing, you thought. 

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The next day came and went. You had confirmed that Jon-Jon was discharged with the floor nurse and while you were relieved to have handled that quite professionally, you knew it did not bear well with the rest of the staff.

You were still getting your feet wet and learning more about your team. It was solid overall, many years of expertise collectively, but they treated you like the outsider you were. No requests to meet for lunch or drinks after work. No camaraderie birthday cards seeking your signature or date night advice. Just the normal days in and out, pulling many late nights in your office, up to the point of exhaustion. You'd collapse in your double bed after work, stare at the ceiling of the small room you rented from your cousin, Laura, and try to drown out all the bustle of seven people in the same 3 bedroom flat. 

Just like any other day, You sat alone during lunch. But that never really was ever a bother being used to it now. You were excited about an audiobook you were meaning to dive into and right when you were about to use your airpods, that's when you noticed him enter the cafeteria. 

His presteen, crisp white lab coat was tight around his build. You could tell he took fitness seriously and wondered what he was hiding underneath it all. You unknowingly licked your lips as you watched him search for a fruit out of the bowl off the commons counter. Curious to know what he fancied: was he into a sweet apple or something more tart like cherries. 

He picked up a peach and squeezed it with his massive hand, making it look quite comical considering his size. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, trying to now draw any attention to yourself. You fumbled with your phone as you connected to the audiobook and heart his footsteps approached your empty table. 

"Good afternoon," he said. His voice was deep, smooth, and inviting. Not at all like the day before in your office. 

You play coy and don't bother to look up, fidgeting with your sandwich. 

"Hello," you reply distantly. He made you nervous. Would he bring up yesterday's conversation? Will he continue to look that delectable each day?

He smirked and took a bite of the fuzzy peach. There was a slight crunch as he dug his pearly whites into the rounded fruit. The velvet and thin layer of skin eased off and entered his mouth; he chewed slightly and let the piece swirl around with his thick tongue. 

You peered to look at him and his stare hadn't relented. He took another bite. This time the luscious juice slips out of the white-yellow fleshed fruit and down slightly on his chin. Oh, to be that piece of fruit and have him ravish you that way.  How he’d expertly use his hands over you and taste you with those lips.

He can tell you're still distant, however he notices you're unable to tear your eyes away from him. 

He walks over, closer to you now, and you can smell his cologne: a woody aromatic scent tied with a hint of suede. It's downright delicious and with the mix of the peach, your senses are in overdrive. 

What is it with this man and his ability to excite and anger you all at once? You not only want to put him into his place, you want to do so right here on the cafeteria table and have your way with him.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" He smiles devilishly and places the half eaten fruit on the table next to your phone and walks away. 

Your cringe and use all your might to not look back at him. He's going to make this very hard for you, very hard indeed. 

[ms-rampage]

Just as I Was About To Give Up

Kenny Omega x Female reader

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Summary: The reader's long time boyfriend Kenny Omega has been trying to get her pregnant, and after several failed attempts she gives up on it, but then she gets hit with a surprise.

Note: I find weird that I've never written a Kenny Omega fanfic, and I've been love with him for like 3-4 years.

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You and Kenny have been trying for months to get you pregnant, but every time it always comes back negative every damn time. After having sex again in another attempt to get you knocked up. You took another pregnancy test but you wait 3 weeks to take it instead of the usually 9-15 days, and once again another failed attempt.

You're backstage at AEW Dynamite, and were hesitant on telling Kenny, he has enough on his plate already with everything that's going on with him, the Bucks, Hangman and the Inner Circle.

Another failed pregnancy is the last thing he needs on his mind, but of course he's gonna ask about it either way.

You wait patiently until he came back from his match. Nervously sitting on the couch in the locker room, watching his match against some wrestler who's name you don't even remember because that's how nervous you are.

You don't even know why you're nervous, its not like its your fault you can't get pregnant.

Anxiously watching the TV, the locker room door open a bit.

Britt Baker and Reba walk past, and they see you looking anxious and visibly upset.

Britt knocks on the door, and you look up from the TV.

"Hey Y/N" she says, with a smile.

"Hey Britt, Reba" you reply, with a forceful smile.

"What's wrong?" Reba asks, concerned.

You stumble over your words but you decided to be honest with them since they're your friends.

"Kenny and I are trying to get pregnant, and-" you say before holding up the pregnancy test "Another failed attempt".

They can see how stressful this whole situation is to you, and they try reassuring you.

"Give it time, you'll get pregnant eventually" Reba says, holding you shoulder.

You smile, and nod your head. They reassure you for another a few minutes. You take Reba's advice and try not to stress over it, but part of you wants to give up on trying to get pregnant.

They leave for their match, leaving you to cope with your thoughts. You zone out looking at the floor, and the sound of Kenny's voice from down the hall snaps you back to reality.

You look towards the door, waiting for it to open and just for sure Kenny walks in holding a water bottle, towel around his neck and his half of the AEW tag team championship.

"Hey honey" he says, kissing the top of your head.

"Hey" you softly say, trying to avoid looking in his direction.

He drops himself on the couch next to you, sighing loudly, he leg brushing up against yours. He notices you're not attempting to look in his direction, and he can also see the anxiety on your face.

"Did you take the test?" he asks, placing his hand on top of yours, entwining his fingers with yours.

You nod your head, still not looking at him.

"And? What's the result?" he asks, his voice filled with hope.

You hand him the stick, still not looking at him. He takes it from your hand, and lets out a soft sigh of disappointment.

He can't blame you for not getting pregnant, you hate how your stupid body can get hurt, bruised, cut up, and sick very easily but can't get any sperm into your fallopian tubes to meet your egg to get your pregnant.

He squeezes your hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss it. He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. Kissing the side of your head.

"Its okay, we can keep trying" he reassures you.

Your next words come out like vomit, "I'm gonna give up".

He looks down at you confused, "What?".

"I'm just gonna give up" you say, sitting up. "Its clear I'm never gonna get pregnant". You hold back tears, biting your lip.

Kenny looks at you with sad eyes, he knows you want to have kids, start your own family. He knows how important that is to you, and its important to him as well. What more can he do? Have sex with you everyday until you get pregnant? He could if you want him to.

"You sure you want to give up?" he asks, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You nod your head, and say "Yes".

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Next the following week on Dynamite you sit in the crowd for Kenny's match against Sammy Guevara.

You're standing on the right side of the crowd with Big Swole, Shida, Luchasaurus, Marko Stunt, and Jungle Boy halfway through Kenny's match, you had the urge to vomit. Jungle Boy looks over at you, and sees you've gone pale.

"Y/n you alright?" he asks concerned.

You nod your head, and say "Yeah, I just-I just need to use the restroom"

You run slowly towards the bathrooms, hand over your mouth, your burst into the womens restroom looking like a mad woman, and you vomit into one of the toilets.

Kenny's match finishes, he picks up the win against Sammy.

He looks over at where you were standing, and he doesn't see you. He pans the small crowd trying to find you. Jungle Boy tries to tell him where you went but Kenny doesn't hear him.

He exits the ring, and goes backstage. Looking like a lost child in a grocery store looking for his mom.

"Y/n!" he shouts.

"Have you seen Y/n?!?" he asks a couple of crew members. They shake their heads no.

He continues down the hall, and goes to the locker room hoping you'll be there. He opens the door and it's empty.

"Y/n!!" he shouts again.

He goes to catering, and you're not there either.

He starts to internally panic. Could you still be upset that you can't get pregnant that you're ghosting him?

One of AEW's doctors call out for him.

"Kenny!".

He turns around "Where's Y/n?" he asks.

The doctor motions him to follow him, and he follows him into one of the medic rooms, and he sees you sitting on the table holding a small trash can on your lap.

The doctor took your temperature, it came back normal, he checked your blood pressure, it came back normal, blood sugar came back normal.

You had mention to the doctor that you were trying to get pregnant, and he said that it could be a possibility, and he gave you a test to take.

The doctors leave the room to give you and Kenny privacy. "Are you okay?!?" he asks, placing his hand on your forehead and cheeks.

"I'm fine, I just had to throw up during your match" you respond.

"What happen?! You didn't catch the virus did you!??!" he asks, frantically and worried.

You shake your head "No I didn't catch the virus but I did catch this" you say, showing him a pregnancy test.

His eyes widened when he sees that is says positive.

"You're pregnant!?!" he exclaims, in shock.

You nod your head, and smile "Yes!!!"

"Oh my god!!!!" he says, before pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him tightly, and not wanting to let go.

After so many failed attempts at getting pregnant, you finally get that chance with the love of your life.

"I want a boy, or girl, whichever" he says, in your shoulder clearly crying.

The doctors, fellow wrestlers and Tony Khan outside hear this and they start applauding, and congratulating the two of you.

The soon to be parents. The Best Bout Baby.