#Injury TW

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[moonsharky]

BUDDIE ★ BEST FRIEND (PT 3)

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[pokemonblack3white3]

Not funny anymore this place sucks

[losingdcgs]

"Axel Sayaw. March 27th, 1998." He rattled off the requested information in an almost robotic way. That, paired with the very relaxed body language he maintained despite still feeling the pain from his injuries gave off the impression that he had been through this song and dance a million times before. Which honestly didn't feel too far off at this point. The word 'reckless' and Axel went way back. He was the rowdy kid always covered with scrapes, bruises, and the occasional cast all from accepting every dare the neighborhood kids tossed out, no matter how foolish some of them were, all in an attempt to get something that even somewhat resembled the attention he was so desperate to receive at home. Of course, the aim to impress the people around him was lost sometime over the years as he learned it was easier to get attention with a bad attitude and reputation. Somewhere some part of him knew that all attention wasn't equal and the kind his actions garnered wasn't what he craved, but again, this way was just easier.

"Well, like I said, I kind of really need my hands, so..." The young man trailed off for a moment. "If it had been anything else, I probably wouldn't be here and would've tried to figure it out on my own." There was no truth behind the statement. As reckless as he might've been, he wasn't foolish enough to play around with an injury. No, those words were simply strung together as another way to tightly cling to the idea that he could handle whatever life wanted to throw at him all on his own.

He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly as he watched the other look over his hand. Despite the air of casual indifference about him, he did want to make sure his impulsiveness didn't come at the cost of not being able play music. He straightened back out as the attention was turned to his nose, the devil-may-care attitude coming back to the surface as he did so. "Don't worry, I know the drill. It's not the first time someone's broken my nose." Shockingly, it was only the second time. His gaze dropped to his hand as he listened, "Oh fun, it'll be like you're playing that boardgame Operation with my hand." He was going to have to resist the urge to make an obnoxious buzzer noise as a means to entertain himself as the doctor did his work. "That has to be somewhere around the more interesting things you guys do around here, right?" Honestly he just assumed work at a small town hospital was boring and largely uneventful.

he  understood,  perhaps  in  ways  that  the  younger  man  wouldn’t  expect.  when  søren  had  been  injured  he  was  convinced  that  his  entire  life  would  need  to  be  put  on  hold  —  that  his  career,  engagement,  and  soon - to - be - born  child  would  all  be  ripped  from  him  in  an  instant.  instead,  he  allowed himself to be  vulnerable.  he  cried  in  the  arms  of  his  fiancée  and  told  her  his  fears.  twenty - five  years  later,  they  were  in  palmview  with  two  roaring  careers  and  a  young  lady  that  they  had  raised.  together.  asking  for  help  was  the  first  step.  he  toyed  with  himself  as  to  whether  he  should  say  it,  nibbling  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek  as  he  clicked  around  on  the  computer  desk  in  the  corner  of  the  room.  when  they  were  ready,  he  turned  back  to  the  patient  and  asked,  “can  i  just  take  your  name  and  date  of  birth  for  the  system ?  it’s  great  that  you  came  here  —  what  could  be  solved  with  a  quick  fix  now  could  have  grown  to  be  a  messier  affair  if  you  left  things  alone.”  the  squeaky - wheeled  spinny  chair  inched  across  the  consultation  room  and  søren  gestured  to  the  boy’s  hand.  he  gently  took  hold  of  it,  scanning  the  skin  for  lacerations  and  breaks,  humming  in  approval,  scanning  the  area  as  though  he  was  an  archaeologist  surveying  a  dig  site.  once  he  had  analysed  the  hand,  søren  moved  to  his  nose.  faces  weren't  his  strong  suit  —  he  was  more  accustomed  to  what  the  cheekier  doctors  described  the  ‘ lego  building ’  of  the  medical  field  in  orthopedics   —  but  he  had  been  through  the  same  training  process  as  everybody  else.  a  six-month  rotation  in  ENT  back  in  1998  had  taught  him  all  he  needed  to  know.  “it  does  look  broken  to  me.  there’s  not  much  we  can  do  there  other  than  self - care  and  monitoring  at  home.  icepacks,  keeping  it  out  of  harms  way  …  that  sort  of  thing.  now,  the  hand  …  ”  søren  gestured  again,  ��i’m  going  to  need  to  numb  the  area  and  get  some  of  this  glass  out.”

[sayruq]

As of now, there isn't a Gofundme. Let's ask the following organisations to evacuate this child to safety:

Doctors Without Borders [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Palestine Children's Relief Fund [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Medical Aid for Palestinians [Website / Instagram / Twitter]

Palestinian Red Crescent Society [Website / Instagram / Twitter] (you should also message Red Cross)

The Egyptian and Qatari governments (especially if you're a citizen of either country)

Please message them on social media and their websites.

[rhymewithrachel]

Rip guys

[signanothername]

May we have some more Cross nuggets if you have any to spare at the moment?

No nuggets in this house, only full couse meals (18 page comic)

Anyway, I’m begging you guys to see the potential of Killer being like a protective asshole older brother to Cross 🙏🙏🙏

[vivianpearson]

Once up from the ground, Vivian was able to get a look at the man. He looked rough. Not fine at all. "I am, a scrape at the worst." She explained - she has had worse injuries than scrapes. "You're not okay." She remarked.

Helping her up off the ground, Clover shook his head, though he didn't plan on actually telling her that he wasn't alright. He just figured it was pretty obvious by his appearance, and probably from the speed at which he had barreled into her. "Yeah, yeah, totally fine," he said anyway, stepping back once she was on her feet again. "Are you sure you're okay, though?"

[heathercollinsmd]

Day shift meets Night | THE PITT 1x12

[imaginariumwanderer]

Hi there.

⚠: There's a tiny teeny bit of blood in the full image, please click read more at your own discretion. Also some rambling under cut.

Odaxelagnia. At his core lies a voracious, bottomless pit. But for now, as his tongue and his heart become tinged with red. He is sated. For now.

A throw-back to my first ever suggestive piece of these two wayy back in September, which I posted nearly half a year ago. How time flies. Cannibalistic/bitey Smilk is a headcanon I'll live by, even though I'm not sure where that headcanon came from since we never see him displaying those traits in-game. Maybe it's his shark teeth that led me to that conclusion? Who knows.

[theladyeowyn]

You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.

requested by @the-mawp

[seamayweed]

AEGON II TARGARYEN + Mother

House of the Dragon — 2.05 “Regent” // William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

[mostly-natm]

Some away missions are more dangerous than others.

[filmgifs]

Today's the day, motherfucker!

THE BLACK PHONE (2021) DIR. SCOTT DERRICKSON

[moonsharky]

BUDDIE & HENREN ★ YOU SAVED HIM

[sayruq]