#Mr. Rana’s

[timothylawrence]

this man is just miserable once act 3 starts he needs more of Gale's stew and a long nap stat

[photozoi]

Baby Birdhounds begging for food from their mama.

Silken Windhounds, 3 months

[tfgadgets]

Harish Shankar responds to Rana Daggubati's dig on Ravi Teja film Mr Bachchan's failure: ‘Have faced a lot’

Nov 07, 2024 10:17 AM IST While hosting the IIFA Utsavam awards in Dubai, hosts Rana Daggubati and Teja Sajja cracked jokes on the film industry that seemed to rub people the wrong way. Actors Rana Daggubati and Teja Sajja recently hosted the IIFA Utsavam Awards in Dubai and cracked jokes on the Telugu film industry. A jibe at how Harish Shankar’s Ravi Teja-starrer Mr Bachchan did not perform…

[agendabymooner]

she's beauty, she's grace ! sergio 'checo' p. x ofc (miss philippines!ofc)

summary: the red bull driver sergio perez has married a long-time fan - who also happened to be the miss universe 2018 winner AND the mother to his two kids, carmella 'mella' ayala.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, established relationship, miss universe!ofc, fluff, dad!checo and mom!ofc, mentions checo and his proud bf moment, video clips + tweets and posts, what is proper grammar, mentions of characters from jenson button x ofc work and seb vettel x ofc piece (no storyline involved)

note: i used this face claim because i was one of those people that were screaming "PHILIPPINES" at the tv hoping that catriona gray would win. don't ask me why i made a checo one. there's something about that man that had my internals screaming for a moment so i've been at this thing for HOURS. i should probably update my masterlist soon before i start packing my shit and going 😭🤠 enjoy xx

masterlist

MISS U(niverse), CHECO ❤️ | MELLA TALKS ABOUT BEING CELEBRATED IN MEXICO BY HER BOYFRIEND'S FAMILY | CARMELLA AYALA HOMECOMING 2019 w/ VICE GANDA by abscbn

HOST: VICE (GANDA) GUEST: CARMELLA AYALA

[translation: mi rana pequeño = my little frog]

tagged schecoperez

liked by carlossainzjr, danielricciardo, christianhorner

user1 my little frog 😭

user2 WHICH ONE IS A HARRIE?!

carmayalaprz bitzy but he's at the hotel rn 😅 he's taking a break from chiquito

user2 even froggys need a break too 😩🙌

schecoperez what do you mean mr. bitzy's at the hotel 🧐

carmayalaprz what do you mean by that love? 😄😊

schecoperez 😊

maxverstappen1 uh oh. i wouldn't play this game with carma if i were you checo 🤔

redbullracing i agree with max on this one

christianhorner i don't really mind being introduced to bopit and bitzy every time 😕 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i hope gp's the same because there's gonna be a lot of that soon 😅

danielricciardo how much plushies does he have for the trip rn?

carmayalaprz without cece's? about seven. apparently the whole pack either come or be left at home but we all know the chances of one being left alone in the cold dark place

danielricciardo i can barely imagine ribb being left alone at home- can you just imagine that poor frog crying for his friend?

carmayalaprz i can never 😔

tagged schecoperez, artsforyouth, artsforkids

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, adaabbott

adaabbott ah yes! the efficient cardboard crafting camp! my favourite activities yet! liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz i had my biggest proud wife and mom moment just watching serg and silas make those houses 🥰

adaabbott haha! i can imagine! poppet and jens definitely tried their best working together!

user1 silas and sergio perez are the most iconic duo since sebastian and michael 😍

user2 i love how hands-on you and checo are when it comes to your little ones!

carmayalaprz thank you so much! us parents are trying despite the busy schedules, you know? 💖

danielricciardo i hope you guys brought earplugs. god knows how much of a screamer silas is 😭

schecoperez daniel for the last time he didn't intentionally try to break your eardrums 🤠

carmayalaprz try babysitting them, you'll get used to it eventually

danielricciardo maybe next time, yes?

user3 danny would probably add more to the noise if anything ngl 😭

schecoperez am i ever glad to take your and silas' attentions away from the stupid frogs 😄 liked by carmayalaprz

carmayalaprz don't say that about those frogs 🤠 i was shedding blood and tears swiping my card after passing by that store

schecoperez maybe next time let's not go to a mall with a build a bear store 🤔

carmayalaprz i agree. we might have pavlov'd our son with the build-a-bear stores we come across to

maxverstappen1 so i should return the froggy i bought him then...?

redbullracing you know the right answer to that max.

the perez kids

silas milo ayala perez

cecilia morgana ayala perez

[ririsasy]

This interview keep on giving, like so many things were said during this interview and all is gold.

Really like the part when Tarak said that he’s one of few people who could break Charan’s wall. What’s more endearing was that Charan immediately added that not only Tarak could break down his wall, he did it very quickly and very easily, like for Charan, it’s so easy just to open up himself for Tarak, and he’s so proud to admit that he was into Tarak’s whole personality just from the very beginning. (Also I am so very distracted by the way Charan adjusted his sitting position by putting his hand where sir? Why the pants become tighter? 😂 what’s happening? Something got a little bit excited when Tarak mentioned breaking down wall?)

Charan sharing one of the conversations that he had with Rana about his friendship with Tarak, that’s too wholesome that even Charan’s other friend finding them as odd pair and questioning him about it 😂 Charan with his introvert personality and Tarak is just such a loud guy and yet they stick together for more than a decade. That’s commendable.

Then them giving food analogies for each other without rana even needing to ask about it lmao they just be spilling this information for free huh just to mess with my head, especially when Tarak started to say something like putting in (what) mouth sir? And Savor what again? Why would you want me to imagine Putting Charan in my mouth 😂 to know the flavor ? Sorry but not everyone has the privilege to know the real taste 😂I fucnking can’t with these two men.

Then Charan instead of shutting his mouth he added even more fuel to the fire 😫 by saying that for him Tarak is a full course meal and IT CAN NEVER BE A VEGETARIAN, what does it even implies Mr. Charan? Why you need to emphasize that TARAK IS A THALI SET OF FOOD WITH ALL MEAT lmao we know he is so meaty yes but why the hell he was smiling knowingly when he said Tarak is not your vegetarian kind of meal, this man is just so full of temptation and no one can abide with rules when you’re with Tarak, is that what it’s??????

I actually love how different the kind of food they choose for each other’s analogy, based on what they said I imagine that Tarak saw Charan as this whole package kind of person who already so sure of himself and he got everything guarded inside of him and no one could actually see what’s inside unless you break it open and see the wonder. While Charan saw Tarak as this open person where you can see everything on displays and there’s so many of it that you want to savor to the point it makes you sometimes overwhelmed and you think you could never grasp all of him in your hands but you know all side of him because it’s clear as day and you like everything that you see anyway. (Reminds me again about their other interview where they were asked about what they tolerate about each other and Tarak said there’s nothing to tolerate because he like’s everything about Charan and Charan said he tolerate everything about Tarak lol so in line with their food analogy.)

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[pink-tonic]

The Awaited Downfall📰

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We both stand in front of the counselor’s office. I feel nervous as I look at the doors. I've never been inside of her office. I don't even have the slightest clue about how it looks. I'm sure it looks nice. I've seen the counselor around the school. She sometimes comes into my class to pull out students who have behavioral problems or are failing certain subjects.

"Are you going to open the door?" Ayato asks me. I can feel his sharp eyes look down at me. This is the first time in a long time where I curse my shorter stature. I feel small when I'm standing next to him, in both presence and physically.

I let out a short sigh. I open the door to the counselor's office, and we both walk inside. When we walk inside, I can see her typing away on her laptop. I'm sure she's making reports about the students she talked with. Once I close the door, she looks up.

"What can I do for you two today?" She asks in an almost robotic voice, it makes me stand up straight in fear, "Take a seat."

Ayato and I walk over to the two chairs that are placed in front of her. I take the seat on the right, and Ayato takes the one on the left. The chair feels expensive, it makes me want to sit formally instead of how I usually sit.

I'm the one who starts up the conversation, "We came here to talk about Mr. Rana."

She pushes up her glasses and looks at us. I can see my worried expression reflected off of her glasses. "Yes? What about him?"

I let out another sigh to prepare myself for what I'm going to tell her, "Ms. Kunahito, I'm nervous to say this, but Mr. Rana... he touched me inappropriately. I... I don't know what to do."

"Oh my god. I knew that man meant trouble the moment he walked in. I'll write a report and send it to the headmaster. Would you like to tell me any more details? It would greatly help out with the report," Ms. Kunahito quickly worked on her laptop, she must be making another document to write my report in.

I nod my head, "This is actually the second time that Mr. Rana has done something like this to me. At first, he didn't touch me, he only talked to me, but I felt it was inappropriate the way he was talking to me. Then I got this."

I pulled out the note that Ayato wrote to me. I saved it because I knew it could help with this situation. "I got this in my locker. It worried me, so me and my friend decided to see if Mr. Rana was actually doing this to the girls."

I give the counselor the note, and she gingerly takes it. She reads it and covers her mouth as she reads it. Her face becomes enraged at what she reads.

"Thank you for this. It'll go in the report. Is there anything else?" I swear I can see it in her eyes that she knows that there is more to the story.

I nod my head again, “ Ayato and I  decided that we could record an interaction. I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but I had a feeling that Mr. Rana had done things to the female students."

At that moment, Ayato pulls out his phone, and the counselor looks at him in confusion. "Do you have the recordings on your phone?"

Ayato nods his head and plays the video. I only heard the audio, but I haven't seen the video. From the perspective of the video, I can tell that the camera was in the back of the class, but the quality is very good for a small camera. Ayato plays the video on low audio, and as the video goes on, the counselor’s face is filled with sadness.

When the video ends, she looks at me, "I'm so sorry that happened to you. This is against the law, and it should be taken to court. He assaulted you. Would you like me to file a police report for you?" Her voice is filled with worry, and she is dead set on helping me and getting rid of Rana.

I nervously fidget with my fingers. I don't know why, but it finally dawned on me that this was real. The note was fake, but what Rana did to me was very much real. He touched me. I could go to the police and he could go to jail. Do I want to do that?

I look over to Ayato, and I catch him looking at me. How long has he been looking at me for?

I want justice to be served. I'm not the only exception, others have been victims of his perverted ways. Taeko immediately comes to mind. She would want me to put him behind bars, I'm in the perfect position to do so.

"Please, would you help me?" My voice cracks as I respond. I can feel tears start to form at the edge of my eye lids. I shift uncomfortably in the leather seat.

The counselor sees my change in reaction and starts doing her best to confront me. "Listen, it's going to be alright. If your friend can send me the video, I'll attach it to the report. With all this evidence, I'm sure that Mr. Rana will be in jail soon."

I'm not sure how long we stay in the office for. I'm sure that I heard multiple bells ring. At one point in the conversation, the headmaster was called in to talk to us. When he walked in, I thought I saw him freeze when he saw that Ayato was next to me. It could just be my imagination, but it made me wonder a little. He seemed to calm down once he saw me. I wondered that, too.

It felt like the both of us were going to stay in the counselor’s office for the rest of the day, and we did. Towards the end of the day, the police showed up. It was mainly due to us having sufficient evidence for an arrest. We had the video, the note, and my testimony.

The counselor and the headmaster told the police to wait in the office until the school day ended so the students wouldn't be disturbed. A message played in the intercom. All the students had to go home, and club activities would not take place.

Eventually, the final bell rang, and within fifteen minutes, the police left and arrested Mr. Rana. I didn't see it when it happened, the counselor had to be the one to tell us that he was gone. Ayato and I stood up and started to leave the school.

By this point, the school was empty, and no one was around. The sight of the school empty, when it's usually filled with students, creeped me out. It also didn't help that I was alone with Ayato. Maybe I didn't mean anything to him anymore, and he would take me out. He probably still thinks that Taeko has a crush on me, I'm sure he did this all for her, and he just needed to talk to me to help out in Mr. Rana’s arrest.

As we walk past the lockers and go through the door, I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. The arm pulls me closer, and I look up to see Ayato. He isn't looking at me and is instead looking straight ahead.

"Ayato?" I call out his name, and it grabs his attention. He looks down at me with his usual stoic look.

"I'm just wondering. Are we friends again?" I felt a bit pathetic when asking the question. I know the past me from three weeks ago would go crazy seeing me under Ayato's arm. I'm sure that he would lose his mind from me asking that question. But I had to know. I have to know the answer to the question. What did I mean to Ayato now? Did I mean anything to him at all?

"We're on good terms now."

That's all he tells me. It confuses me. I expected him to call me his enemy or friend. I wasn't expecting that answer, but I'll take it. I'd rather be on his good side.

But is this the right choice? Should I really let go of what he did weeks ago? Should I just move on? I arrested a pervert, but a potential killer is right next to me.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage. Maybe I can get Ayato in jail, too. I just need to play my cards right.

[whumpsmith-participates]

Medwhump May 2024

Day 26 - Oxygen mask / Poisoning

TW: coughing up blood, open ending, tobacco

@medwhumpmay

Fetch didn't just like to smoke, he needed it. He wasn't afraid to admit it was an addiction, but it was the lesser of two evils, so he allowed himself to have this one thing. Was it still unhealthy? Of course, but he would worry about that when he was older and hopefully less stressed due to work, or his idiot teenage roommate getting himself into trouble.

Actually Erick was fine now. He survived hospital, and they managed to get out without raising any suspicions. It definitely helped that Fetch's mob friend bribed some staff and covered the bill generously, but that now meant that Fetch owed him, and he had to visit his mansion in Nevada to come to an agreement about how he would pay him back.

He let Erick tag along. He was well enough to move around again, though the journey did take a lot out of him, Fetch hoped Tito might have a task or two for him too. It was his medical bill after all.

But Tito wasn't comfortable sending him on any assignments while he was still recovering, instead suggesting that he could stay and tutor his daughter again while Fetch did a couple of simple jobs to return the favour.

"I feel like I should be doing more," Erick said, fumbling with the hem of his shirt a bit.

"I appreciate that, Erick, but frankly you look like you should still be in bed," Tito said.

"He wanted to come," Fetch said unprompted, sitting back in his chair while pulling out his pack of cigarettes, "do you mind?"

"No, go ahead," Tito said, even pulling an ashtray from his desk drawer and placing it near the edge so Fetch could reach it.

However, as Fetch opened his pack, all he found was a plastic lighter inside. Great. He'd forgotten to buy a new pack on their last stop on the way to the mansion.

"Oh dear, did you run out?" Tito asked, "I'm sure Jonas can procure some before we finish this meeting."

He looked at his assistant, just as he was actively frowning, looking as if his boss had asked him to do something incredibly foul.

"Give me...ten minutes," Jonas finally said, putting his tablet on the cabinet behind the desk before leaving.

Fetch couldn't help but to smirk. He and Jonas did not get along, so any time Tito made one do something for the other, they would revel in it. Erick rolled his eyes a little at Fetch's smug expression. He didn't like Jonas either, but he couldn't help but to feel sorry for him, given that he didn't even have a chance to say no. And he knew what that felt like.

"Erick, why don't you go say hi to Giulia while I finish up with Fetcher?" Tito suggested, "you still remember the way to her room, right?"

"Of course," Erick said, getting up, "thanks, Mr Rana."

Tito smiled as the boy left, before turning back to Fetch.

"Always so polite," he said, "now then..."

They went over a couple of jobs together, discussing which and how many Fetch would do without pay to make up for the bribe and medical bill. It was a bit of a puzzle, so Fetch was almost happy when Jonas returned, but mostly because he tossed him a new pack of Marlboro red, and he didn't even think twice before lighting one.

In the end they decided on two consecutive assignments that Fetch could handle on his own, while Erick fulfilled the third by doing different work around the mansion, starting with making sure Tito's daughter wouldn't fail her maths class.

When it was time for him to set out, he waited by the fountain in the driveway while smoking another cigarette. He wanted to see Erick before leaving, feeling like he should remind him to behave while he wasn't there to look after him. He spotted the boy coming out through the front door and waved him over. Erick thanked the guard that held the door open for him and hurried to Fetch's side.

"So what did Mr Rana say?" he asked as soon as he was within earshot.

"We can pay him back in three jobs," Fetch said, "two of which— cough! Two of which I'll do, and the third one is for you."

He looked down at his cigarette, wondering if he was imagining the odd aftertaste.

"Which is to help Giulia with her homework?" Erick asked.

"And whatever else they ask you to do," Fetch said, "does this thing smell weird to you?"

"...it stinks as much as usual," Erick said with a shrug.

Fetch just tossed the remaining and still-burning half of the cigarette at him. Erick didn't even have to dodge, simply bending over with a sigh to press it out before picking it up.

"I don't think Mr Rana would like it very much if you littered his driveway," he said.

"Shut up— cough! Who asked you?"

Fetch coughed a bit more. Erick nearly considered making a comment on his smoking, if it hadn't turned into a coughing fit. Instead he pocketed the cigarette so he could throw it away later before trying to get Fetch to sit on the edge of the fountain.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Fetch just shoved him away as he sat down, shaking his head as he continued to cough.

"Cough! Water— Van..."

Erick nodded, quickly heading towards Fetch's van to find him some water. As soon as there was enough distance between them, Fetch forced himself to cough a bit harder, hoping to clear whatever was bothering him, only to end up hacking up a handful of blood.

"...The fuck—"

"Fetch?"

Fetch looked up, getting a good look at Erick's shocked face before the dark void in the corner of his eyes suddenly and rapidly took over him. His vision returned as fast as it disappeared, but it was blurry. He was looking up at the sky, his ears ringing, a familiar blonde figure hovering over him.

Honestly, Erick wasn't even entirely sure what to do, but he was running on autopilot as he rushed to Fetch's side. He was coughing up more blood, so he yanked on his arm to roll him onto his side, before remembering that he could also call for help.

The mansion had so much staff, there was always someone within earshot, and before he knew it they were surrounded by people to help. And of course the commotion attracted even more people. Erick had to step back in the end, trying to stay calm as he watched the guards trying to get Fetch to his feet so they could take him inside to see their medic.

"Oh my, whatever happened here?"

Erick looked up finding that Jonas had joined them. Of course he would come to gloat...and then it hit him.

"You did this to him," Erick said.

He could've sworn Jonas smirked before looking at him with the usual smug expression.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Oh fuck off!" Erick said, "I know you did something to him!"

"Maybe it's his smoking habit finally catching up with him~"

"You gave him those cigarettes, you son of a bitch!"

However, before Erick got the chance to even consider shaking the truth out of him, Jonas had already snapped his fingers and one of the guards grabbed the teen from behind, forcing him down onto his knees.

"What you're insinuating is preposterous," Jonas said, "Mr Rana would have my head— Which is of course the only reason I would never, but a very good reason nonetheless."

"You go behind his back all the time!" Erick argued.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Jonas said, "I can't have you spreading those ideas around...take him to the basement."

"What about Fetcher?" Another guard asked.

"He stopped breathing, Jonas!"

"Well, I suppose we could call the medic," Jonas said, "take him inside. And silence the boy on his way down."

Erick's eyes widened and he tried to pull away from the guard, but he didn't have the strength to free himself and he could only watch as they dragged Fetch away, blood dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.

"N-no! Fetch— Let go, Ben! Fetch!!"

"Sorry, bud, Jonas calls the shots," Ben just said, pulling Erick back to his feet and heading after Fetch.

However, once inside they parted ways. The last Erick saw of Fetch was him being dragged up the stairs, while he himself was shoved through a door leading down another stairwell.

"Ben! Ben, please! Jonas poisoned Fetch somehow!" Erick bargained, "it's probably the cigarettes! He said they tasted weird! Test them!"

"That's above my pay grade, man," Ben said, grunting a bit as he had to both stop the teen from escaping as well as making sure they didn't both fall down the stairs.

"Oh grow a pair!" Erick snapped, "If Fetch dies his blood will be on your hands too!"

"Calm down, I'm sure the medic will do whatever he can," Ben said, patient as ever, "Jonas can't keep you down here forever either. Just consider it a time-out."

"Screw you, Ben!"

Sorry for the open end, but else it would've ran on wayyyy too long. Is Fetch going to survive? Up to you~

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Taglist for the dynamic duo: @lavndvrr

[ramonag-if]

So MC not just a CURSE and Rana was BLESSING but MC was also failure and Rana was success and that why Mrs. Perfect NEVER doing anything wrong in her life (Salyra) who hate failure want to make everything right come and she (force) fix anything she still make everything wrong by don't face her own consequences. THANK YOU SO MUCH Salad(Salyra) you make MC's life like they live in hell because of you also F**K you SALYRA!

Also sorry for very rude comment Salad(Salyra) really piss me off so much everytime she apper it feel like evrything to follow what she said. Also at first i feel like Salyra going to be dramatic as Irus but no she more worse, Irus was stubborn but he still some empathy side to other characters (i really hate RO or character who show empathy to only MC) that why he become my number two favorite characters in this game (number one is Sargon and Oren) but Salad(Salyra) she don't show it at all or if she show it i still wonder if she fake and the worse she don't show to it her own first son/daughter who she leave them with they own single dad from 20 years!

Sorry from complain and sorry that i write too negative comment i hope you have a good day today.

Vent away! I haven't received Salyra hate in a while - I suppose a lack of update contributes to that 😆 She's a triggering character for most but I don't see her as having no empathy. Her empathy only goes so far as to apply if it suits her needs 😬

I actually don't see Irus and Salyra as being similar in their stubbornness. Sometimes being headstrong is a good thing and that's how I see it for Irus - he's never not had empathy for others and since he's also grown up with a sense of abandonment, he feels some kind of kinship with the MC. With Salyra, her stubbornness is either good or bad - there's never an in between and more often it's bad rather than good.

She bases her decisions on what her goals are, but it's not very thought out and she ends up creating consequences that she never foresaw or just chose to ignore in favour of thinking it will work out.

I can assure you that the angsty/rude responses to Sal are a lot more cutting in Chapter 8 😆 Last night, I wrote a farewell scene with Sal that was so fun especially with the level of anger towards her so you'll get your chance to rant to Sal in the game soon enough 😋

[cagandante-communistoide]

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[hallucinateonpaperspines]

fowler has an asistent who rana on sada, coffe and spite. Alien Robots? Who cares there three piles of paperwork have to be done by five. Keep her from coffe and you will wish meg's was on your tail.☺️

I actually do have a scene featuring a secretary coming up (for when Sector 7 and the government get more involved) and I am lowkey stealing this because this is beautiful \(♡°▽°♡)/

Dedicated to you anon, I present Mrs. Bree Murphy

Age: 62, Ethnicity: Irish-American

She's a retired Naval Officer (a portion of her career was spent [REDACTED] ) who is working because A, this pays for her grandbaby's college, and B, because retirement is boring and pushing pencils isn't nearly as dangerous as [REDACTED] but still interesting enough to keep her head in the game.

She's the person who mans communications between Fowler, General Bryce, and Agent Simmons. She's also the person who would forward any ransom calls from extraterrestrials (ie Soundwave/Starscream/Megatron) and connect them to Agent Fowler. Murphy would play elevator music during these connections, filling her nails during the "inferior organics, bow to our whims speech" before asking in a disappointed grandma voice if any of them bothered to learn diplomacy alongside English.

She has a legitimate typewriter for reports and dictations. the clacking is very satisfying.

So is the face the General makes when the bing goes off. Usually when he's about to sign off on something stupid.

Do not get between this woman and the coffee pot. The sign says communal but that is a lie.

Artisan beans and specialty coffee are not bribes... but it is a way to get on her good side. The good side is the adoptive-military grandmother side.

the bad side is similar to [REDACTED]

Very similar to Ratchet except she throws pens instead of wrenches

Be afraid of the pens

[beardedmrbean]

Police in India arrested a man after doctors removed nearly 80 needles he allegedly inserted into a young woman’s head to treat her ill health.

The 19-year-old woman from India’s eastern Odisha state is under observation and authorities have ruled out psychological problems at the moment. An investigation is ongoing.

The teen was admitted on Thursday to the state’s Bhima Bhoi Medical College and Hospital with a severe headache. A CT scan revealed multiple needles embedded in her head.

Despite the initial removal of eight needles, her condition did not improve, prompting her referral to Veer Surendra Sai Institute of Medical Sciences and Research (VIMSAR), where an additional 70 needles were removed during two surgeries.

Director of the institute, Bhabagrahi Rath, was quoted as saying by the Press Trust of India: “So far, 77 needles have been retrieved from the girl’s head in two surgeries. Fortunately, the needles have not caused any bone injuries, but there are soft tissue injuries on her head.”

Mr Rath also said that the patient was under observation and would be checked for other issues for which she visited the quack doctor, identified as one Tejraj Rana.

Mr Rath also noted that it was premature to assume the problems were psychological.

Since her mother’s death four years ago, the teen had reportedly been frequently ill and sought help from the man in 2021, PTI reported.

The girl’s family stated that they visited Mr Rana when no treatment was providing her relief. The specifics of her illness were not disclosed.

The family said Mr Rana used to take her inside a room to provide “treatment”. They only recently discovered the needles when the girl began complaining of pain.

The Times of India reported that the reason behind the needles being inserted remains unclear at the moment.

Mr Rath told the outlet: “The surgery began around 2 am and lasted for one and a half hours.” He added that “thankfully, none of the needles pierced the skull”.

[thisisasafezone0]

°˖✿˚⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 ⋆˚✿˖°

CHAPTER THREE — Don't Bother —

third person pov

Walking into English, it was clear that all of the students were confused. Supposedly, the ancient teacher from last year and all the years before got replaced. At least that's what everyone was assuming. The teacher had a reputation for closing the door right when the late bell rang and taping a sign on the outside saying 'Don't Bother'. Clearly, no late students were accepted. But that wouldn't make sense because, ten minutes after the bell and she wasn't there. Many students were complaining and talking about leaving class. The rest just made small talk and pulled their phones out.

Osano and Y/N sat a desk apart with a girl named Raibaru Fumetsu in between them. She was nice and had a bubbly personality. Her shoulder length orange pigtails were held up by two pink polka-dotted hair ties and a bright purple headband.

While the two were waiting for the 'old as time' teacher to show up, Raibaru and Y/N got acquainted with each other. It turns out that the ginger had used to live in America as a child before moving to Japan and transferring into Akademi a year before the h/c-ette left. Right before Osano was about to butt into the conversation, the door to the classroom opened.

In walked a slightly disheveled man in his early twenties, at the most, wearing a black blazer and a white button-up underneath. His burgundy pants suited his maroon eyes and black loafers. In his hands was a black messenger bag and his hair was slightly messed up. He rushed to the front desk and fixed his hair in the small mirror on the smart board before turning around curtly with a sheepish smile on his face.

"I am so terribly sorry for being late, class. This didn't happen any other time today. I got stuck in one of the many storage closets after last period. Moving onto more important topics, as you all may know, the teacher that taught here previously, Ms Nabatame, has recently come down with a serious illness. So I am here to fill her position. While I am only a substitute, I promise I know what I'm doing."

"But you're like, our age?" Hana Daidaiyama, one of Musume's friends, piped up from her front row seat, her tone light and teasing. Somewhat flirtatious if you looked into it.

"Right, if you're eighteen then I am three years older than you. I'm twenty-one. I skipped a few grades and I'm still in college. Which I do recommend you all go to, by the way. I was cleared by the school, and my school, to work here as a substitute for as long as it takes for your teacher to get better. Now, I am Mr Rana. Pleased to meet all of you. I can already tell there are some bright minds in this room." His reassuring smile slightly shook as he realized what he just said. "Oh, that makes me sound old."

A chorus of laughs came out from the students at Mr Rana's deflated attitude. Most of the girls in the room (and a lot of the guys) were checking him out and honestly, Y/N couldn't really blame them. 'I mean, of course it isn't appropriate to be looking at your teacher like that, but I'm just saying...'

As the lesson went on, Mr Rana continued to draw out laughs from a good portion of the class just from his charm and unwillingness to risk sounding 'old'. He would constantly mutter things like 'I'm not that wise, I swear,' or the ever-famous, 'I sound like my father.'

When he passed out a worksheet for all of them to do in the last twenty minutes of class, Raibaru helped Osano and Y/N as much as she could while also finishing the questions lightning fast. But the h/c-ette happened to notice Raibaru's happy face fall into a glare when the notorious delinquent passed by her desk to sharpen his pencil. Osoro Shidesu.

Of course, Y/N did research on Akademi before she transferred. Who would she be if she didn't? In the past few months, she had started talking to a hacker who just so happened to work with Saikou Corp. The two called each other often and became fast friends, despite how flirty and off-putting he was. For the most part, Y/N spoke to him for the information he handed to her. He told her all about the students who attended Akademi, since he dropped out right before the new school year started.

After speaking to the man who she called 'Info', how could she not know about Osoro Shidesu? He was the least favorite student of all the teachers by far. He even made the nurse quit her job, and she was replaced with a clumsy male college student just as fast. His legacy would live on through Akademi even after he graduates from the delinquents that follow after him like lost puppies and the injuries and trauma he's given to so many people. Because of that, of course, he's in Y/N's English class.

As he walked by her desk for the seven millionth time, she held her arm out, blocking him from walking. He scowled at her menacingly, and as a response, Y/N faked a convincing scared expression. 'If I were anyone else, I would be pretty scared. So of course, I pretend to be.'

"Yes, sorry, uhm, I was just wondering what you got for number eighteen? I am not having a great time with this worksheet." The h/c-ette played dumb and innocent, her arm springing back to her desk as he looked between her, Raibaru, and the paper in her hand before he leaned closer to her.

"Listen bitch, I don't really care what you need help with." He said in a hushed voice, striding right past her, his jacket almost hitting her in the face.

Raibaru instantly whipped her head to watch him march to the back of the room as he flung himself into his desk and huffed. Y/N quickly lost interest and turned back around and studied Raibaru as she continued to look at him.

"You good, Rai?"

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry. He keeps glancing at you. Probably thinking 'who does this gorgeous chick think she is to interrupt me, can't she see I'm busy hunching my shoulders?'"

"I don't like the way he's looking at you, Y/N." Raibaru and Y/N turned to look at Osano, whose face flushed a bright pink as he scoffed and tried to hide it. "Well, I just mean that he's glaring. Which, you know, isn't very nice. Ok, alright, Raibaru, Y/N, stop laughing. Shut up, you guys."

The ginger girl and the h/c-ette both quietly laughed at Osano's words, before noticing the teacher approaching them. The trio tried to pay attention to their worksheet as Mr Rana walked by.

"Oh, you already finished your questions! In five minutes, my goodness. You are Ms Fumetsu, correct?" Mr Rana looked shocked at her fully bubbled-in paper. Osano's head popped up beside the teacher's chest, his face gawking at the sight in front of him. "You also did, Ms L/N. Good job, both of you. I'm proud to know that I really do have such smart people in my class. I'll take the papers if you want to turn them in early." Raibaru and Y/N both nodded quickly before handing their papers to the well dressed man. He smiled professionally and turned to walk towards his desk.

"How come I didn't get complimented? I swear I'm getting them all right. You two are cheating or something." Osano slumped in his desk, a puff of air moving his bangs while he glared at the two girls.

"You know we didn't cheat, don't be childish. Also you aren't getting them all right. You got numbers twenty-two, seventeen, twelve, nine, four, and two wrong." Raibaru glanced at Y/N with a smug smile before returning her gaze back to Osano.

"How?!"

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No one (besides Nemesis) in Y/N's English class was in her next period - Study Hall. Lucky for the girl, Study Hall took place farther away in the library, but Nemesis didn't seem to be in the mood to talk at all. 'Great, thanks for making me start the conversation, buddy.'

"Soooooooo, what's been your favorite class so far?" She looked at him while he marched on, glaring at the tiles beneath him.

"World History."

"And why's that?"

"Nobody tried to talk to me then." He pointedly looked away from the tiles and his harsh red eyes stared into hers. Y/N gladly took the chance to ditch him when they arrived at the library doors, rushing forward to look for anyone that she knew. As if on cue, she heard an energetic boy's footsteps.

"Y/N! We share two classes together, I can't believe it!" Aso Rito wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began to steer her in the direction of a random table. "Looks like fate has decided we'll be friends." 'Yes, that's great and all, but could you be quieter about it?'

"It does seem like it, huh?" The h/c-ette smiled playfully. She didn't notice who was sitting at the table Aso was bringing her to since she was too busy focusing on the people staring at them. Thank goodness that familiar ravenette had her nose buried in a book.

"Taeko, I didn't realize that we could share classes if we're from different years." Hearing her best friend's voice, her head shot up and her lips instantly contorted into a bright smile.

"I'll be honest, I didn't either. I also didn't know that you make friends so quickly." She laughed sheepishly to herself and her eyes drew from Aso back to her book. "Guess it's just another amazing trait of yours."

There was something in her voice that Y/N couldn't quite place. Normally she would have been good at that kind of thing, but the stress of moving must have made her rusty. 'What a shame, one of the only good things I inherited from my parents and it's disappearing.' If Y/N was to be what they wanted, then she would need to bring back her skills of a ruthless businesswoman like her mother. Cunning, manipulative, and able to read someone with a single glance. The manipulative part seemed to still be intact, unlike the other two.

She had no idea why her parents would have wanted her to grow up and be like them if they were just going to hand her off as a trophy wife to someone she barely knew. It made slight sense - a relationship between the future heir of Saikou and the daughter of Saikou America's CEO would signify unity across countries.

A buzz from her phone brought her back to the present, a text from Info.

Info My Beloved

Well, well, well. You might need my services soon. So many people seem to like you and it's only your first day! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

You don't need to pay anything, not yet at least. I am happy just talking to you, you're such a sweetheart!!

Of course, there are many people planning to confess to you under the cherry blossom tree, your beauty seems to have swayed them. I can't say I blame them ('-'*).

BUT do you want me to get rid of them for you?

Y/N

Get rid of them, how, exactly?

Info My Beloved

However you want, my dear. (-‿◦☀)

Y/N

Can you just like, I don't know, make them like someone else? Message them and tell them who has a crush on them, hate to say this, but maybe even lie about it??

Info My Beloved

That's eviel :0

*evile

**EVIL

snjkdhsjkdhsjkdhkshdka

On it!

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Aso's words rang quietly through her ears.

"Yes, I'm alright. Sorry, my parents are texting me." She quickly sat down and sighed, her arms folding in front of her chest. Aso took a seat next to her, casually leaning his arms on the table.

"Taeko?" A meek voice sounded behind the ravenette, all three of them turning to look. "Sorry if I was interrupting anything."

There was a boy, clearly a second-year, holding about three dark books. His hair was long and slightly curled at the ends. His eyebrows furrowed together, the light purple of his eyes shining against his pale skin that was quickly reddening at the attention.

"No, you're fine, Oko." Taeko shot him a soft smile, taking on a sisterly role towards him. "What did you need?"

"Oh, well, I was just, uhm, going to ask if you saw my gloves. I seemed to have left them yesterday." Y/N's eyes darted over to Taeko with an eyebrow raised. She shook her head knowingly.

"I did. I'll bring them to you tomorrow." Taeko cleared her throat and stood up, taking a place next to the navy-haired boy. "This is Oko Ruto. He tutors Hanako, my little brother, every Sunday. He is very nice, but a bit shy, so don't feel offended if he doesn't talk to you." All of her words seemed to be aimed toward the h/c-ette, despite looking at Oko for reassurance on what she said, earning a nod in return. "And you already know Aso. But this is Y/N. She and I have been friends since we were tiny and she moved to America about ten years ago and she is back, thankfully." Taeko playfully glared and wagged a finger at her. "She had us all worried that she was gone for good, but here she is when we need her the most!"

"You're welcome." Y/N put a bright smile on her face and elbowed Aso lightly as he laughed. "It's great to meet you, Oko. What do you tutor Hanako in?"

"Well, it's mostly history, but we do talk about math occasionally." His hands fiddled with the fingers of his fully black gloves.

"Oh, I might need you to tutor me!" That statement, while untrue, made Aso and Taeko laugh quietly, Oko sheepishly smiling and hiding his face behind one of his humongous books. His hands moved to adjust his hold and the girl caught a glance of a gold engraved pentagram on a maroon cover.

'So he's into the occult. Good to know.'

During the remainder of Study Hall, the four students all sat around the table and just chatted quietly, a random outburst from the table next to them interrupting their conversations about every five minutes. At around the sixth time, Y/N glared over at the group, noticing a man with a side ponytail holding what looked like a script.

"That's the drama club. They're probably arguing over what play to perform. Last year it was The Phantom of the Opera. I have to admit, it was an amazing performance. Kizano Sunobu, the one standing up, had the starring role as the phantom. Even though I don't particularly like the guy, his voice is gorgeous." Aso looked around at the drama club with an indifferent expression.

"They'll probably choose Romeo and Juliet. I've heard that's the club leader's favorite." Taeko calmly raised her head from her book and rested her chin on her fist. "Not a bad choice, but there's definitely better options out there."

Y/N continued glancing at the drama club until the club leader made eye contact with her. He smirked and waved slightly while she looked away as fast as she could. About ten minutes later, the bell rang and everyone was off to take a fifteen minute break between classes.

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"Finally, the last class of the day. I hate the start of new semesters. Don't you?" Raibaru took a second and paused at her seat, setting her bag down slowly. "Well, I suppose it's worse for you. Being at a new school and all that." She smiled and shook her head slightly, sitting down.

Y/N glanced around the room, taking note of the occult person she met earlier sitting in front of her. "It isn't all that bad. At least I know some people, so I'm not entirely new." Raibaru tilted her head at the thought and hummed in agreement. "Anyways, I'm excited for psychology. What do you know about the teacher?"

"Well, this is the only psychology period, so Akademi hired a nurse in training to teach it for a quarter of the semester, while they work in the actual nurse's office the rest of the day. Don't we all love a promising college student?" She beamed at the idea and giggled softly.

"Yes, we do." A moment later, the room fell silent at the sight of a pink-haired man walking into the room. He looked winded, his cheeks flushed.

He took a moment to calm himself, clearly doing a breathing exercise while his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. "So sorry, everyone. I had to run across campus. The time in the nurse's office is wrong - it's, like, seven minutes behind. Sorry, again. First days are hard." He continued to mumble about the clock in the office and began to prepare for class, laying his things on his desk.

"Keep in mind that this is the first class I have ever taught. For those of you who don't know, I'm Mujo Kina. I am majoring in psychology at the college here and was chosen to help you all learn about the study of the brain and why it reacts and functions the way it does. I hope you all enjoy hearing about it at least as half as much as I do, considering it is one of my special interests." He huffed, clearly losing his breath again. Mr. Kina began to search for something in his bag, fumbling with it once he found it. He took two puffs out of a bright red inhaler and slumped into his desk chair.

"Since it's the first day, I had planned a series of icebreakers. And I know that no one likes doing those, but we all need to warm up a bit. Be social, no matter how much we don't want to." The class, Y/N included, sighed and looked at the respective people they knew. Raibaru glanced at her, amused. She rolled her eyes playfully and scoffed. "So, I can tell you all are excited. I want you to turn to the person behind you and pair up to discuss your favorite class so far and why it's your favorite. Have fun!"

Since there were two people behind Y/N pairing up, she was left with Oko. He turned his head shyly and waved. "What a coincidence seeing you here. It's been ages since I last saw you. How have you been?"

He laughed slightly and hid his face in his hands. "Well, you know, I've been alright in the years that I haven't seen you. Uhm, I guess we actually have to talk about our classes. So far, mine has been World History, which is mostly just anthropology. I like learning about people and different cultures, so that's definitely why it's my favorite. What's your favorite class?"

"Alright. My favorite has been Chemistry." Oko cut her off by asking if the lab had been destroyed, quickly apologizing after. "Yes, the lab is sealed off for now, so we have to spend our classes in the library. I love the study of chemistry in itself, but I also like the people in it too. I also love your explanation for the history thing. I, too, love the study of people. Plus one of my friend's favorite classes is history." She paused briefly to look at the teacher at the front. "I have it second period, what about you?"

"Oh, I have it first. Great way to wake up, considering I am always tired." He chuckled and Y/N faked a small laugh with him. A minute later, he followed where she was looking to see Mr. Kina scribbling something on a sheet of paper. "He seems... a bit nervous." The girl looked over Oko's shoulder to see him picking at his fingernails.

She laughed, laying her head on her desk. "Definitely more than a bit." She propped her chin on her hand and looked up at Oko. "Can't blame him, though. Teenagers are ruthless." Oko looked somewhat melancholic as he mumbled an agreement.

The first icebreaker took about twenty minutes before Mr. Kina prompted them with another question. Oko and Y/N chose to ignore the questions and sat in silence, occasionally interrupted with comments on classmates or the teacher himself.

Observers bond with other observers.

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finally the previously existing chapters are merged and edited, now onto actually writing new material!! (forgive me if it takes a bit longer to upload now)

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Rana long-legs Faster, Rana! FASTER!

Based on @mr-ratz 's adorable redrawing of Rana:

Rana, the horse belongs to @renek-bane 💙

The original horse painting belongs to Lola Dupre & came from here.

Music in the video: Kevin MacLeod - Valley Drive

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A New Week, New Trouble📰

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Warnings: Mentions of the reader's scar

I walk to school with both of the siblings. Last week on Friday, they were asking me where I went on Thursday, and I had to lie. I really had to. I didn't want them to get worried. But Taeko's satisfaction made it all worth it. She happily told me and Taro that Mr. Rana wasn't at school anymore, and the rumors of him getting arrested started to spread quickly.

"There really isn't a dull moment at this school," I remembered Taeko told me, and I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. It makes things interesting, but it would be nice to have a normal week for once. I feel that ever since coming back to school, after the death of that first-year, everything has been different. It's like we crossed a point of no return as a school.

Either way, I still need to think about how I'm going to execute my own plan of sending Ayato to jail. How will this work? Maybe taking a picture of my scar would be a good move? It's evidence of his attack, but then again, there is no evidence that it was actually him. I know it was him because I experienced it, but outsiders looking in won't know that. Plus, he cleaned up all the evidence, and I doubt there would be any evidence left since it's been weeks since it's happened.

As I'm taking off my outdoor shoes, I start to hear what people are saying. I expected to hear conversations of Mr. Rana being arrested last week, but I heard something else.

"Wait, he's back? I thought he got kicked out."

"Why would the headmaster let him come back?"

"Remind me never to go to the incinerator."

"Did you hear? The leader of the delinquents is back!"

I guess my hopes of this week being normal are gone. Now, the leader of the delinquents is back. He's been gone for seven or so weeks because right before the murder of the first-year student, he was suspended. I'm sure people would have blamed him for the first-year's death, but he wasn't on campus at the time.

I never really talked to any of the delinquents, and I think it's better that way. I have no business with them, and they have no business with me. It would be best if I stayed clear of them.

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The day went by fast and it actually felt kind of normal, only for the fact that the leader of the delinquents came back, but as long as I didn't get involved it could actually be a regular week.

I go to the club room and I start to set it up with the siblings. We arrange the tables and chairs into a makeshift circle. When we're done, the other club members start to come in with their snacks and drinks. They each take their usual seat and scatter their snacks on the glossy, wooden tops of the desks.

I see the clock hit four o'clock and I take my own seat. "Alright, I know what happened on Thursday, which made it so the paper couldn't be published. I know some of you told me in person or texted me the information. So, this week, let's try to make something great! What ideas do you guys have or what ideas have you been working on?"

"Oh!" One of the female's club members raises her hand quickly.

"What do you have?" I ask, wondering and a little excited about what idea she might have.

"So... I went to bother someone for an interview," she said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

"Really? Who was it? I hope you didn't annoy them," I tell her, slightly scolding her since when we ask for an interview, I tell them that we should be as respectful as possible.

"Well, it's with one of the delinquents."

"What?" All the club members except me yell out in unison. They then start to whisper to each other about who the delinquent is since it could be any of the boys or girls, or even the leader.

"But there is one problem," she tells us with a bit of worry in her voice.

"What is it?" I ask as I tilt my head to the side.

"Well, I can't be the one to interview him. I annoyed them so much that they asked for someone else to do it, and they said that they wanted to talk to our leader," she quickly tells all of us. Her words don't fully process in my head, but it did for the other members.

I can feel all of them look at me with worry, and I know that I have to make them feel better towards my safety. "Alright, I'll talk to him. Did you set up a time?" I ask her, hoping that the time is a good time for me.

"He told me after all the clubs are done."

"Alright, I'll go," I then look at the rest of the club members, "Any other ideas?"

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"You seriously want to go by yourself? Are you crazy?" Taeko asks me with both worry and anger.

I nod my head, "He wants to talk to me, and besides, I don't have bad blood with him. I don't even talk to any of them. I'm sure that I'll be alright," I try my best to make her less worried.

She lets out a sigh out of exasperation, "Just don't be so sure. C'mon, Taro."

Taro waves to me and yells out,'Good luck'. I wave back with a smile. I quickly start to make my way to the side of the school. It doesn't take long for me to make it, but I do find it a little creepy that the school is this quiet. Just earlier today, people were talking their heads off about the leader of the delinquents coming back.

As I walk closer to the incinerator, I see a tall figure standing at the entrance of the small structure. As I keep walking, my eyes widen. This isn't one of the regular delinquents. This is the leader. I start to get nervous, but I need to remind myself that if he sees that I'm nervous, he will use it against me.

I make it to the entrance of the incinerator, and I can feel the leader of the delinquents looking at me. I could feel his sharp eyes look up and down my body. It made me feel nervous, but I had to recompose myself. I can't let him know that I'm nervous around him.

"So you're the leader of that little reporter club, huh?" He questions me as he sees me walk up to him.

"Yeah, and one of my club members told me what happened," I told him as I stood in front of him. I stand up straight and look up to him. I curse myself because of my shorter height.

"God, she's annoying," he tells me without any hesitation, "Tell her not to come back here, or I'll make the girls set her straight."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I quickly apologize to him, "I'll make sure she doesn't do that again."

I'm about to take my leave and leave the school, but I can hear his rough voice call out to me. I turn around and look at him.

"What is it?" I ask him, wondering what he would want from me now. I thought I took care of everything he needed. What more could he want?

We both stand in silence. He doesn't say anything and just looks at me. "Is there something wrong?" I ask, hoping that I would get an answer and leave.

I swear for a moment I could see him blush, but maybe it was because he was embarrassed. He most likely forgot what he wanted to tell me, and I was proven right.

"It's nothing. Just leave."

I quickly leave and make a beeline towards the exit of the school.

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Medwhump May 2024

Day 6 - Doctor turned patient

Kinda a continuation of Day 2

TW: Fetch being Fetch honestly— Ok serious TW: minor whumpee (16), whumper turned whumpee -ish, verbal abuse, tobacco (mentioned)

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Fetch still liked to call himself a doctor. Not having a license was merely a technicality and didn't take away from the fact that he spent years studying all the ins and outs of human anatomy. And do you know that saying how doctors make the worst patients? — Well, Fetch was definitely still a doctor in that regard.

Erick was pretty much fed up the moment they made it home. Fetch had somehow survived two hours without treatment after being shot in the thigh and bleeding from his artery past a badly-placed tourniquet, and he seemed determined to make that everyone's problem. And specifically Erick's, since he was the only one around after Tito's men helped them get home.

With his leg injured, Fetch was unable to stand without help, and was pretty much confined to bed, having to rely on Erick to get his needs met, yet he was acting like he wasn't almost completely reliant on the teen. Telling him off when he didn't respond fast enough, complaining about his wound care, and generally just having no manners at all.

"What took you so long?" Fetch snapped when Erick walked in with the coffee he requested.

Erick stopped in the door opening, throwing Fetch a look.

"I didn't take that long," he said, "if you're going to be so ungrateful I could also just stop making coffee for you altogether."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Fetch asked.

"I know, I know, attitude," Erick said, "what are you going to do about it? You can't even stand without my help."

"Get over here," Fetch ordered, but Erick didn't move.

"No."

"The fuck you mean, no?" Fetch asked, "get your ungrateful lil ass over here or—"

"I'm ungrateful?" Erick asked, appalled, "I saved your life! If I hadn't called Mr Rana when you passed out—"

"Oh yeah, wow, you made one phone call," Fetch said sarcastically, "what do you want? A sticker?"

"How about a "thank you?"" Erick said, "you haven't thanked me even once since I drove you to the middle of nowhere, cleaned your blood out from the van, I make you food and drinks, I help you get to the bathroom, and I've been dressing your wound!"

"So what? Do you want me to start listing everything I've done for you?" Fetch said, "because that's a significantly longer list!"

"And how many things on that list have I thanked you for?" Erick countered, "every. Single. One of them! I let you order me around to try and make up for it too, but I've had it! Make your own fucking coffee if I'm too slow."

"Erick—"

SLAM!

Honestly, he didn't mean to close the door that hard, but it seemed like a good closing argument at the time. Especially when Fetch started yelling at him through the door.

"Erick when I get out of this bed you're dead! You hear me? ERICK!"

Erick ignored him, heading back into the kitchen and pouring some milk into the coffee so he could drink it himself. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have stormed out, but on the other hand, it was probably safer to wait until Fetch had cooled down first. He almost hurried back when he heard a distinct thud coming from the bedroom, but he didn't even need to convince himself to stop as Fetch immediately began cussing at him. As if it was his fault that he tried to get out of bed without help.

After he finished the coffee, he looked at the pile of dishes in the sink and decided to start cleaning those to pass the time. He had half a mind to just go for a walk, but that might just cause Fetch to get even angrier instead of calming down like he hoped he would.

After finishing the dishes, he listened for any more yelling, but it seemed Fetch had at least settled down a bit. Erick sighed, taking a moment to gather some courage before going to check on him. He tried to approach the door to the bedroom quietly, but the floor had the annoying tendency to creak under his weight at the worst moments.

"Erick!" Fetch immediatelly snapped from the other side of the door, "open this goddamn door! If you think I'm going to shout any apologies through a door you'll have another thing coming!"

Erick rolled his eyes, before pushing the door open. Unsurprisingly, Fetch was lying next to his bed, half trying to sit up on his good leg.

"About time," he said, "help me up."

Erick didn't move, nor did he respond. Fetch glared daggers at him.

"Help me up, please." he said through gritted teeth.

Erick strongly suspected he could get hurt, but not helping him up after he so painstakingly said "please" would just be plain mean. He nodded, stepping further into the room and carefully helping Fetch up, letting him lean on him so he could get high enough to drop himself back onto the bed. So far so good, until Fetch kicked at him with his good leg.

"Ow! That's your thanks?"

"Shut the hell up," Fetch said, "you have no right—"

"I'm doing the best I can!" Erick said, "Is it too much to ask for a little patience? It's not like you have other places to be."

"It'd be easier to be a little more patient if you would get me my goddamn smokes," Fetch grumbled.

"I'm sixteen! Who in his right mind would sell me cigarettes?" Erick said, "just hang in there for one more week and then you can try walking to the corner store to buy them yourself."

"For fuck's sake— Just stop talking back and get me that coffee. Please."

"I'll make you a fresh pot," Erick said, "if you can survive the wait."

"Fuck off, Erick!"

"Actually, I just remembered we're out of coffee," Erick said, "so I'll have to walk to the corner store and buy some first. Do you need to use the bathroom before I go?"

"...Fine."

"That's too bad then," Erick said, stepping out of the room again.

"God dammit— When I get out of this bed I'll—"

"I know, I know, you'll kill me," Erick said, finding Fetch's wallet on the kitchen table and taking some money out, "do we need anything else while I'm going to the store anyway?"

"...The first-aid kit can probably use a refill by now," Fetch replied.

Erick could tell he was seething, but there was nothing he could do in this state, and Erick caught himself enjoying it. He would probably come to regret it once Fetch had the strength to punish him again, but for now...for now he might as well enjoy it.

"I promise I'll be right back, okay? Please don't try to get up on your own again," he said, pausing in the doorway again on his way out.

"I hope you get run over," Fetch said.

"Sure you do," Erick said sarcastically, before taking off.

Erick finally gets a little bit of retribution, as a treat.

Yes this will catch up to him later, but for now we can all enjoy it :)

I was gonna include a whole bit of Erick changing his dressing too, but idk it felt a bit too intimate and that's NOT the kind of relationship they have and it felt super awkward so I decided against it. Maybe some other time, idk.

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I'm sorry, but Salrya's "Rana wasn't planned" sort of excuae makes me laugh more than it should, like what was she expecting when sharing a bed with Dan? "Oh the Ancients didn't tell me a vision of a second child, so that won't happen", well Mrs Salrya, basic sex ed about what happens between two people with the opposite parts says something else that on topic. 😂

She meant it as not that she bedded Danzor not knowing the possible consequences, but that she truly didn't go in with the intention of getting pregnant. When Salyra and Ahlf did shack up, there was an intention to have a child.