#Pain medications without prescriptions

[possumteeths]

My iud was all fucked up way outta place hurting me so i had to remove and replace and motherfucker what i have never been in so much pain its so much worse than the first time like good fucking god how are u not idk HELLA MEdICATEd I took 1200 mg ibuprofen, a fucking vidocin and tylenol and tbe pain is genuinely indescribable and also im bleeding and also i got way too good of a look at the needle they shoved up my pussy

[maddiemuu]

it always pisses me off a little when otc pain medication works so well. like awww shit it's this easy???? to not feel pain??????? that's fucked.

[telepathicapathy]

My old dog has a tooth infection and she has an appointment this afternoon for it but I'm just braced for the vet to tell me I'm a shitty owner for letting it get this bad even tho their records will show that she had a dental recently.

[northgazaupdates]

Last month, you helped Nour’s family afford her medication. She needs your help again.

Nour was born with a congenital heart condition. This has put her life in jeopardy on several occasions, and greatly impacted her growth and overall health and wellbeing. She requires medications to help keep her condition in check. This prescription will be ready for pickup tomorrow, Thursday 14 November 2024. We would like for the family to be able to procure the medication ASAP!

There are multiple disabled people in their household who require frequent medical treatment, and yet the family has 0 income with which to procure it. Right now, the family is particularly concerned about young Nour. Her condition is chronic and serious. Without this medication, she could suffer frightening and painful symptoms, and her young life will be in danger!

Last month, you all helped the family procure Nour’s medicine. I know we can do it again this month! The medication costs about $400 USD or $559 CAD. If 40 people gave $10 USD, or 20 people gave $20 USD, or 10 people gave $40 USD, the medication would be paid for in no time!

Please note the currency conversion rate! The fundraiser is in CAD, but expenses on the ground in Gaza are paid in USD. The conversion rate is $1 USD = about $1.40 CAD. Here is a quick conversion guide:

If you want to send $5 USD, donate $7 CAD on GFM

If you want to send $10 USD, donate $14 CAD

To send $20 USD, donate $28 CAD

To send $40 USD, donate $56 CAD

Thank you❤️❤️❤️

Link to donate:

[hughes-your-daddy]

your patient

paring: quinn hughes x fem reader

summary: quinn refuses the attention of the medical training staff and insists he has his own wife treat him

warning: blood, swearing, injury

sitting at your station sorting through some patient files, about to finish your load for the night when one of the student nurses comes knocking.

“dr. hughes, there’s someone asking for you in bay 5.” she smiles before heading off.

furrowing your brows you head out, adjusting your scrubs before turning into the bag seeing the back of a familiar head.

“elias?” you asks before hes moving out the way to reveal a bashed up quinn, holding some gauze to his face.

“oh my god, what the hell happened?” you ask moving around to gently pull away the gauze, seeing a blunt cut across his left eye area and a slice across his right cheek.

“got hit in the face with a puck then faceplates into someone’s skate.” elias says simply, taking a seat across the bed.

“why aren’t you stitched up.” you asks even though your eyes drift to elias.

“he refused to be checked by anyone but you.” elia smirks looking down at his phone.

“quinn.” you scold moving across the room to grab some tools.

“just wanted a professional to see me.” he mumbles, holding the gauze back to his face while you grab your stuff, before you shoot him a look.

“they are professionals, some of the best actually.” your glare, rolling over to the bed on your stool.

“pull your hand away.” you say, taking the gauze out of quinn’s hand, tossing it in the trash before moving to clean it with some anti bacterial.

“you need to be more careful.” you mumble, gently patting at the open wounds on his face. you quickly make work of cleaning and prepping the wounds for stitches, going to have to put quite a few in each one.

“ok, gonna be a little bit of a sting.” you warn, hand coming up to put the first stitch in, quinn pulling in a short breath, hand coming to grasp your thigh with the pain.

“keep breathing for me honey.” you say gently without loosing concentration, hearing a him take a deep breath before you continue.

it takes around an hour before finally finishing the sutures on his face.

“alright, your all done,” you smile, gently patting his good cheek.

“i’m gonna prescribe him some antibiotics to stop any infection,” you start, tossing your blue gloves in the bin. “i’ll grab my keys and you can get him to my car,” you smile at elias before quickly heading to the staff room, grabbing your keys from your locker.

you pass them to elias, “thanks petey,” before turning to quinn, “i won’t be long ok, just make sure your stuff is in my car yeh?” you ask, already seeing his face start to puff up. he nods with a slug it frown before elias helps him out to the car lot.

you quickly go and pack your bags, throwing a hoodie over your scrub top before grabbing the prescription for quinn, making your way out of the hospital and signing out for the night.

you make your way over to your car seeing quinn’s head rest against the window of the passengers seat from the inside. you chuck your bag into the back before getting into the drivers seat.

“ready to go home hun?” you asks, seeing a small smile make his way across his face, hand finding your thigh again with a much less aggressive grip, before you pull out, driving home.

it doesn’t take too long considering the time of night before your pulling into the driveway of your shared home. the two of your get out, quinn unlocking the front door straight away deciding just too leave both of yours bags in the car for tonight.

yous kick your shoes before quinn heads for the stairs, stopping when he realises your not following but heading into the kitchen.

“you not coming to bed?” he asks, a small pout almost forming on his lips.

“gotta make us some food quinn, i doubt you e had anything since lunch?” you ask seeing a slight blush creep onto his face, a she knows he’s been caught out.

“ok.” he nods, about to move back to follow you before you stop him.

“no, go rest and take your pill. i’ll bring something up for you.” you say, stern but gentle, passing over the box of pills for him to take upstairs with him.

he gives a small nod before heading upstairs whilst you move into the kitchen. you decide on just reheating some leftovers from last night, quickly serving up two plates before heading upstairs into your room, seeing quinn, already stripped of his clothes and laying in bed, scrolling netflix on the tv.

he looks over at your movement, quickly siting up sending you a smile when you pass over his plate, but wincing at the movement.

you place your own table on the night stand, quickly stripping of your own clothes, throwing one of quinn’s old t-shirts on before climbing into bed with your food.

yous decide on watching orange is the new black, you looking over every so often seeing quinn struggle to eat anything. you quickly finish yours losing your plate on your bed stand before turning to him, taking the plate from his grasp.

“baby, i can do it.” he sighs, giving in as you sees you hold up his fork for him to take the food off the end, manoeuvring it so he wouldn’t have to move his mouth as much.

“mmh, thank you.” he smiles, as much as he can, being able to actually eat something rather than struggling, “i love you, you know.” he says, a small blush creeping up your ears

“in sickness and in health huh?” you giggle, wiggling your ring finger, holding your wedding ring.

“really grateful that your a doctor.” he smirks slightly, you gently pushing his shoulder.

“oh shut up,” you giggle, seeing the light come back to his eyes for the first time that night.

“but seriously, i really appreciate everything you do, can’t put into words how much I love you.” he nods, moving to have his arm around your shoulders as you cuddle into his side, still being able to feed him.

“i love you too.”

[canideformed]

Trans men do not have male privilege because you cannot separate their trans identity from their male identity.

People love to say, “but they’re men and men are privileged!” as if you can just. Pretend they’re not also trans. Or they say that it doesn’t matter that they’re trans if they pass because people will just see them as men.

Just. Think it through. Think about what happens when the experiences of trans and cis men are compared at any systemic level.

1. A cis woman says that a cis man sexually assaulted her. The woman is told she is probably dramatic by the cops and the cis man isn’t impacted because all his friends are misogynists. People talk about how boys will be boys and how it wasn’t his fault, women wouldn’t understand men’s’ sex drives.

2. A cis woman outs a trans man and says he sexually assaulted her. The trans man is arrested and jailed (keeping in mind you can be arrested with no proof, only reasonable suspicion—such as an allegation) by cops who openly watch him pee because they wanted to get a look at a pussy on a man. He gets out and his friends hear through the grapevine that he’s trans. They laugh at and grope him the next time they see him and they ostracise him. People talk about how testosterone is such an evil chemical and how the trans guy is dangerous because he has a “female brain running on toxic male hormones.”

For another comparison—

1. A cis man goes in for a routine sexual health checkup—a prostate exam. It is quick, though awkward and uncomfortable. He later begins to feel ill. He sees a doctor who takes his symptoms seriously and treats him appropriately.

2. A trans man goes in for a routine sexual health checkup—a pap smear. He is stared at in the waiting room. The nurse calls “Ms.__” and is visibly confused when he stands up. The doctor isn’t educated on trans bodies and doesn’t use enough lube (or simply doesn’t care to) and it hurts. The doctor asks invasive questions about bottom growth and ignores the guys’ preferred terminology for his parts and his identity. The guy files an insurance claim that is denied because his legal gender is M. He has to either pay or try to deal with the company. He begins to feel ill. He sees a doctor who sees that he’s trans in his chart or spots the testosterone prescription or an old or legal name. The doctor tells him it’s probably the T without doing a proper exam and that T is dangerous for “females” and he should consider stopping.

Male privilege is systemic. It’s not just who the waiter looks at first when they take a dinner order. It’s men being protected by the system by other men in power. Trans men do not have that protection. The second a transphobe thinks a criminal might have been a trans man they start talking about how it was because his mind couldn’t handle the testosterone. (Remember when there was a rumour that a school shooter was transmasc?). They worry about him “tainting” cis women. Because he is trans, it means that people don’t even see him as man enough to be protected by the system. It is because he is a trans man and trans manhood is not respected as Real by the cistem.

Part of male privilege is having your voice believed and your autonomy respected. But trans men are told their pain isn’t real, that they’re being dramatic, that it’s their period or the T. Trans men are at risk for sexual abuse and fetishisation by cis people who might use a medical exam as an excuse to hurt or assault them. Trans men are not seen as a possible type of man, so insurance systems auto-deny sexual healthcare for trans men because “men can’t have that issue.” Part of male privilege is having your voice centred, and yet many conversations about abortion and access to birth control actively exclude trans men, because trans men are held personally accountable for the pregnancy, even when it’s rape. Cis men don’t experience anything like that.

And sure! The situations I laid out above don’t describe ALL trans men. But they also don’t describe ALL cis men or ALL cis women. The difference between cis men and trans men is that trans men, along with other gender minorities and cis women, are specifically targeted by oppressive patriarchal systems by virtue of both their trans and male identities.

It breaks my heart to see people tell trans men to ‘take accountability’ for their privilege when I hear all the time about trans men who are in jail for killing the person who was raping them, about trans men who were abused by police, about trans men who were tortured and murdered.

[thebibliosphere]

Hey there! Love your posts so much. They really make me feel seen and help me find a community. I also have hEDS and suffer from migraines. I'm actually an optometry student. I was wondering if you heard of FL-41 tint for migraines or have tried it. Not to give medical advice. I've just tried the tint in class and it's definitely something that just feels nice on my eyes. Sorry if you've mentioned it before, I haven't read every single one of your posts lol. Hope I'm giving you something new to possibly try! If not, just sharing the love for all you do for spreading awareness and helping us feel less alone in the world! Plus your books are amaaaaazing.

Thank you so much! And yes I have heard of it. My prescription glasses actually have that specific red tint because I can’t function without it even away from computer screens.

I’ve got a darker shade of red too that I clip on to use as sunglasses. It really makes a difference to my pain and vertigo, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do anything.

[airplanelanding]

Shen Yuan hated doctors. When he was a kid, he hated them because they were scary and always wanted to give him shots. Then, he got older, learned a bit more, grew a bit more, and found himself growing more neutral on them. They were a necessary evil.

Then, he fainted for the first time at seventeen, on his way home from exams.

After that, his life became nothing but doctors and tests and new medications. Each appointment made his resentment grow stronger. Every time, it was just a new doctor finding a new way to say he'd be sick for the rest of his life, the only treatment for his condition being lifestyle changes for symptom management and various attempts at medications that had a fifty-fifty chance of working or making him feel worse.

He grew tired as the years passed and his condition steadily grew worse. Symptoms and flare-ups that used to occur a few times a month, turned into a few times a week, turned into nearly every day. Things he used to do with ease turned into distant memories. Sports, dance, martial arts... Even grocery shopping, he found difficult by the time he was 24, the extended period of time on his feet and walking around something he was unable to handle anymore.

The minimization of his pain and suffering and struggling by doctors only made his resentment grow tenfold. "It's not that serious," or "it's not life-threatening," or a plethora of other ways they would minimize his illness, as if he didn't go from the Darling of the Shen's in Higher Society to a rumored recluse who didn't even leave his home to eat. As if he hadn't been forced to.

And sure, that resentment didn't just remain contained to being aimed at the doctors who never took him seriously and told him to just drink more water and exercise better, but Shen Yuan had little else to do anymore. So, he went online, he fell too far, and he became the infamous Peerless Cucumber. So what? Little else brought him joy anymore, gave him reason to live anymore. So what if he was a bitch to some shitty author?

He would forever defend his actions and words against the crime against literature that was Proud Immortal Demon Way.

He knows his logic is flawed. He had anger pent up for so long and he let it out against an un-involved source. In his defense, PIDW really was fucking terrible.

That's not the point here. The point is, Shen Yuan hated doctors. He hated them. And now, living as Shen Qingqiu -- given another chance at life only to fuck it up and get poisoned by Without-a-Cure -- he finds himself trying very, very hard to give Mu Qingfang the grace he never gave his doctors as Shen Yuan, and not fire undeserved vitriol his way despite the way the original owner of his body would have without a second thought.

Even now, as he sits on an overly familiar infirmary bed as Mu Qingfang stares at him with that overly familiar look of exasperation and concern, he reigns in the frustration simmering under his skin.

He bites the inside of his cheek and avoids worrisome eyes.

"Shen-shixiong pushed himself too far, again," Mu Qingfang says lightly, with careful, deliberate intonation.

It takes a painful amount of self-control and restraint not to scream.

He thought he was over this! He thought this was done! He left being sick, being weak, in his past life and still, still it fucking finds him again and haunts him.

Instead of screaming, he huffs through his nose.

Mu Qingfang frowns.

"If Mu-shidi could simply provide this shixiong with his prescription, this one would be most grateful," Shen Qingqiu says, with a tone so sickeningly polite it couldn't even begin to be mistaken for sincere. In his lap, his hands grip his closed fan with whitened knuckles.

"The medicine is not an end-all-be-all for your symptoms, Shixiong," Mu Qingfang sighs. "It can only do so much, you still must take care of yourself alongside it's use..."

Despite his words, he still summons his Head Disciple and passes along the prescription refill order to her, to take off to the greenhouse where it will be formulated and portioned out in the necessary doses.

"You should have come to me sooner if you were out," Mu Qingfang chides.

Shen Qingqiu does not deny this. Still, he argues, more childish than elegant. "Mu-shidi has been busy as of late with the illness spreading in town."

"I didn't know Shixiong was so selfless," Mu Qingfang replies, with the faintest hint of sass in his tone, "to ignore his own declining health in favor of the masses, which this one's disciples are more than capable of taking care of."

Shen Qingqiu purses his lips, but says no more. Mu Qingfang reaches for his wrist, and he wordlessly provides it.

After a moment, a soft sigh falls from the physician's lips.

"How long has it been since Liu-shixiong cleared your meridians?" he asks.

He already knows the answer, he's merely giving Shen Qingqiu a chance at honesty.

Shen Qingqiu does not take it.

"Let me guess, he is too busy, as well?" Mu Qingfang raises a pointed eyebrow. "Perhaps this one should go and find him, ask him if he is truly so busy as to neglect his duties to his Shixiong."

"You've made your point," Shen Qingqiu finally snaps, and his words come out harsher than he means them to. A little bit of that sharp, venomous vitriol spits out, frustration and resentment bubbling over the surface before he quickly tamps it back down and takes a breath. Calmer, he repeats, "you've made your point, Mu-shidi. This one will do better in future."

For what it's worth, Mu Qingfang appears to take no offense from his shixiong's sharp-edged strike.

"I surely do hope you mean that," he says softly. It makes Shen Qingqiu's chest grow heavy with a strange sort of guilt, the gentleness with which Mu Qingfang speaks those words. He can only avert his eyes and let his tense shoulders sag.

It is only then, once his defenses have dropped even minutely, that Mu Qingfang finally sets to work.

Cool qi pours into his meridians, but it is not uncomfortable or invasive like one may think. Instead, with it comes an unusual sense of comfort, relief, and refreshment. Like a drink of cold, crisp water at 3am after a nightmare that startled him awake.

Mu Qingfang's spiritual energy rarely feels like the foreign presence it is in his veins.

Never would Shen Qingqiu admit that out loud, though. Not even Liu Qingge's qi could bring him this level of comfort during their usual cleansing sessions. It is familiar and warm, but utterly different from Mu Qingfang's.

Not to mention, the precision with which Mu Qingfang navigates his spiritual veins, untangling and unblocking each point with little trouble. He struggles here and there, at the more aggravated spots, of course. Still, never once does Shen Qingqiu find himself in a place of discomfort.

It's hard, when Mu Qingfang finally finishes his treatment and retracts his qi and hand, to not slump down from the sheer relief Shen Qingqiu feels. His body is lighter, his breath comes easier -- hell, even his vision feels clearer. Mu Qingfang takes a step back and Shen Qingqiu allows himself the inelegance of stretching out his no longer aching limbs.

Mu Qingfang has seen him in worse states, a little relieved stretching is nothing to blink at. Once he's satisfied, Shen Qingqiu sits up straight on the infirmary bed and looks across the room, away from Mu Qingfang.

"Thanking Mu-shidi for his aid," he murmurs.

Mu Qingfang hums. Just then, his Head Disciple returns with his medication. Mu Qingfang accepts it from her with a few quiet words, before sending her back off to attend to the patients in her wing.

"This should last you longer than the last batch," Mu Qingfang tells him as he passes over the medicinal tea. "So you don't find yourself in another difficult position, should you be off the mountain when you typically begin to run low."

Shen Qingqiu accepts the prescription silently, his brows furrowed.

"Likewise this shidi will begin preparations for Shixiong's next batch early, so it will already be ready for delivery by the time you need it." Mu Qingfang pauses, hesitates. "Unless, Shixiong feels that this shidi is being too over-bearing?"

Ah, does his throat feel a little tight? Shen Qingqiu swallows thickly and exhales, staring at the small box of tea. He shakes his head once, almost imperceptibly.

"That is...acceptable," he mutters.

He does not need to look at Mu Qingfang to know he is smiling.

Shen Yuan hated doctors. Shen Qingqiu still hates doctors.

Mu Qingfang, however...

Yes, he can be infuriating at times, and a little patronizing even if he doesn't mean to be -- but that's just it. He doesn't mean it. He cares.

That's it. That's the difference. He wants to help not because it is his job, but because he cares about Shen Qingqiu. And yes, it was a long time before he was able to, but Shen Qingqiu can admit that now. Just like...just like he can admit the existence of the warmth that spreads over his chest when he sees Mu Qingfang's eyes crinkle with a smile just because Shen Qingqiu has finally let him take care of him.

He hates doctors, but Mu Qingfang is not just a doctor. He never has, and never will be, just a doctor.

Shen Qingqiu thanks him once more and takes his leave from the infirmary room, heart pounding against his ribs in a way he wishes deeply he could still ignore. Too many gentle, tender touches and quiet murmurs of concern have beat the ignorance out of him.

Ah, maybe one day, when he learns how to stop being a coward, he won't be just a shidi, either...

[heystephen]

hi guys i know this is kind of a big ask so im going to try to elaborate as many details as i can even if many of them are painful and private and i do want to give a content warning for mentions of animal injury and abuse

as some of you know, my sister is an addict and i am currently estranged from her. about a month and a half ago, her dog was abandoned at a rescue that partners with the animal shelter i volunteer at, tied up to their front door in the middle of the night with injuries that are presumed to be from being struck by a car.. severe road rash on his legs and paws and bruising, thankfully nothing broken. he received some medical treatment and was transferred to the shelter i volunteer at. during this time, my sister did not attempt to reclaim her dog and i assumed responsibility for him at an expense i and my family wasn’t exactly prepared for. due to his age and his illness and injuries, he would not have been a fit adoption candidate but i did not feel that he was ready for euthanasia. he is a good dog, still full of life and still making every effort to keep going, and he’s so deserving of spending his remaining time here comfortably despite what he has been through the past several months. the truth is, he has been abused and severely neglected. my brother in law knocked several of the dog’s teeth out and broke them (he is currently in jail), and both he and my sister were aware of the dog’s kidney disease but did not seek medical treatment for him and often allowed the dog to go days without food or water.

at this time, he needs further vet care; antibiotics, pain medication, treatment for his anxiety, medicated baths, and prescription dog food for his kidney disease. a family friend created a gfm to help us with these expenses and im asking y’all to help or share this anywhere you can, if you can. he has a long way to go but he’s not giving up yet. 🩵 if you have any questions or any details you want verified, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask and i will do my best to get back to you quickly!!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-steve-heal-support-his-medical-care?attribution_id=sl:d1bb7b4e-4220-4912-8a93-8c32f23dcf55&utm_campaign=man_sharesheet_dash&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

[genderqueerdykes]

just a little anecdote about disabilities & medication

had to go without my gabapentin, a medication i'm taking for nerve pain for about 2 weeks or so while i was struggling to get in contact with my doctor, and there was a mistake with it getting sent to the wrong pharmacy. gabapentin is a very good medication for a lot of people, myself included. i take 600 mg 3 times a day, which is the standard dose for nerve pain, and it works super well. it's honestly a great medication, as it helps with anxiety as well

whenever i'm on my gabapentin, i still feel some pain in my back, joints, and left arm, but when i'm not on it, holy fucking hell. sometimes i get used to what it's like on gabapentin and completely and totally forget what life is like without it. during those 2 weeks, my back seized up so bad i thought it was going to give out on me twice, even while using my rollator walker. the amount of squeezing pain i felt almost made me pass out at one point. the pain was causing my muscles to tense up, strangling my spine and my sciatic nerve at the same time, causing awful spidering pains that ran down my hips and legs. my left arm was almost unusable due to an injury i'm still recovering from. my entire left forearm was in absolute agony, i could barely use it.

sometimes when you're taking a maintenance medication for a long time, it can feel like it's not doing anything anymore. but trust me, it's still doing its job. if you aren't getting worse on a medication, chances are, it's working in ways that have become easy to overlook. obviously it's okay if you ever need to stop a medication. i've had to stop many that weren't helping, or making things outright worse. it's okay if a medication is making you feel like trash and you stop it. but if you ever feel like you can stop the medication because you feel better: don't. that's a sign that the medication is working. stay on it. you don't want to go back to what you were dealing with before. trust me. you want that quality of life.

good medications really can make the difference. it's not a bad thing to need prescription medications. some of them are genuinely life changing.

[bloodanddiscoballs]

Hello! I'm Dez, and I'm a Two Spirit individual who is bedridden due to my disabilities. My chronic pain level is always between an 8-9 out of 10. There is not a lot I'm able to do, and I rely on my medications to keep me from dying. My birthday is on Sunday (April 27th) and, due to an error made by and family member when picking up my prescription (dad ran it through insurance so they did not give me my entire prescription, only 30 pills instead of my usual 120), I won't have enough of my medications to last me through the month. I am stuck either only taking one pill a day and having my pain get out of control, or taking as I normally do and run out in only a few days.

I've found a workaround, but I need to pay $500 to get it. I simply don't have that money at the moment due to having already used my disability check this month on doctor appointments and making payments on a surgery I went through in December of 2024.

I know things are tight for everyone, but I really need some help. I would really like to at least get out of bed on my birthday and sit in my wheelchair outside to watch the birds. Without my medications, I can't even transfer into my chair because the pain is too intense. I end up not being able to eat or bathe myself, not able to roll over in bed without assistance, and unable to keep even water down because of vomiting due to the pain. If you have even a couple of dollars, I would greatly appreciate it.

Paypal: born2illustrate@gmail.com

$79/$500

[under-your-floorboards]

THIS IS A PSA:

I want to see more of Will expanding their reaches of medical practice at Camp Half Blood.

Not only are they understaffed, but the equipment is probably outdated, and their textbooks needed to be updated badly.

Will Solace talking to Chiron about starting a required medical training course 101 for non Apollo kids; quests without healers, random monster attacks, any kind of injury where a healer cannot get to them so they can know what to do themselves and self sustain until they fix it or help arrives.

Will Solace starting a network with pharmaceutical suppliers under the guise of being an on campus clinic for a private school. (Which it basically is) getting access to equipment, birth control, proper prescriptions for disorders and health problems that can’t be helped on Nectar alone, other kinds of over the counter medication, pain relievers and sedatives, gender affirming care, etc.

Will Solace emailing Pre-Med professors of esteemed institutions to get their input on practice regulations and follow up’s on articles he read, getting insight on the proper literature to look for to add to the infirmary shelves.

Will Solace working with the Demeter cabin to grow medicinal herbs because he doesn’t totally disregard the power of Ancient Greek physicians work (the bruise salves work really well)

Will Solace speaking with the nymphs and Coach or Grover about how to better help in case of any emergencies (we don’t want a repeat of Eurydice) cause other species require different healing methods.

Will Solace building the Infirmary from the ground up to actually be a productive system that helps demigods on their way in life, not just preventing their life from ending because he’s awesome like that and he sees the flaws in their current situation and strives to fix them.

[3liza]

is the stupid dysautonomia specialist you mentioned dr armitano? Also I do feel validated that it is not just me to struggles to get POTS (and honestly any other related illness) diagnoses here in Washington, I kind of gave up and it really fucked with my ability to get a lot of kinds of support

yeah it was Armitano :/. i was trying to discuss my mother's symptoms of lipidema with him, because lipidema is really really really commonly comorbid with ehlers-danlos, and this was relevant to my problems since both are genetic, and i have a lot of the stage 1 lipidema symptoms, including pain in the fat tissue on my arms and legs. and he said "lipidema doesn't usually present with pain". which is 100% wrong, it is in fact primarily a pain condition. to the extent that the Lipidema Foundation lists "pain" as the first word in their list of lipidema symptoms.

so, pros: he did give me helpful prescriptions (pyridostigmine and midodrine), but cons: he had a bad personality and didn't seem to actually know basic facts about conditions he claims to be specializing in (his clinic is called the Complex Autonomic Center, lipidema either is an autonomic condition or almost always involves autonomic complications, it is impossible that he doesnt have patients with lipidema), and he does not take my insurance, and the visit cost $600, which I had to borrow. he also had no idea what i was talking about when i brought up the Dysautomia International conference and recent research.

he also didn't have patient information prior to the visit that specified any preparation so i showed up fully medicated in compression garments as usual and then he tried to take my blood pressure and vitals and i had to explain he would not be getting baseline readings because he hadnt told me in advance that he would be needing those.

i believe he is coasting on being the only "specialist" in the state without having any actual specialized knowledge. if he was covered by my insurance it would probably be worth it to see him but paying out of pocket for that would be a waste of my time.

[macgyvermedical]

I encountered a drug called "Dextromethorphan" when looking up things that react with grapefruits for a fic. I found out it's been banned in Sweden since the 90s, so I couldn't use it for this specific story, but if you've got any interesting history I'd be happy so know!

Are you ready for this? Like. Ask yourself. Are you really ready for this?

In 1954, a researcher with the US Public Health Service received $282,215 (1954 dollars) from the US Navy, ostensibly to find a non-addictive alternative to an opiate drug called codeine (used for pain and and as a cough suppressant).

So the researcher found a bunch of people who had substance abuse disorder and tested 800 substances on them, trying to find ones that couldn't cause physical or psychological dependence, even on people who were prone to that sort of thing.

(Now, you might be asking if this experiment was ethical. The USPHS was concurrently doing the infamous Tuskegee Syphilis Study, so while I couldn't find any concrete answer, imma guess no.)

Out of these 800 tested substances, we use 3 today: propoxyphene (used as a painkiller), diphenoxylate (used as a diarrhea medication), and dextromethophan (a cough suppressant (and, as of 2022, part of a fast-acting antidepressant)).

Importantly, it was later noted that all of these are addictive substances and today most of them require a prescription. Though depending on where you are in the world, you might just have to be over 21 and show an ID.

You might think this sounds like a pretty standard story.

You would be wrong.

Because while the US Navy was the one handing the money to the USPHS, the US Navy had come by it via the Central Intelligence Agency.

Yes. The good ol' CIA.

So what stake did the CIA have in a non-addictive codeine replacement? Nothing, it turns out. That's just what they'd told the US Navy. What they really wanted was an incapacitant- a drug that causes incapacitation like unconsciousness or continuous hallucinations- without killing. Incapacitants are also useful for discrediting prominent political figures by making them look like they have severe mental health concerns, which was another reason the CIA wanted them.

This was part of a project called MKPILOT.

And wouldn't you like to know which of the three listed above they liked the most? Dextromethorphan. Because at high doses it causes severe- and incapacitating- hallucinations (this is also why it is banned in Sweden).

The problem with it is that it requires really, really high doses (about 3 grams, which would have to be packaged in some other substrate)- this would make it difficult to slip into a drink or food.

(It should be noted that around the same time, the US Army was doing research into a much more usable incapacitant called 3-Quinuclidinyl Benzilate which required as little as 150mg of the substance to be useful- it was featured in a MacGyver episode and I did a nice little review of it here. While I have no sources that say the CIA was directly involved in funding this, based on their extensive funding of similar DoD projects at the time, they probably did.)

But you wanted to know about how grapefruit interacts with dextromethorphan:

A substance in grapefruit (along with seville oranges, limes, pomelos, and possibly pomegranates) blocks the pathway by which many drugs are metabolized in the liver. This causes the levels of drug in the body to be much higher than expected. In the case of dextromethorphan in particular, it can mean that the drug stays in the body a lot longer- up to 24 hours instead of the usual 3-4 hours. It can also make side effects and toxic effects significantly worse, leading to hallucinations and sedation, even at low doses normally used for coughing.

[unfgvien]

Could u make more rhea and reader please ??

yeah for sure!!

I didnt know if you wanted smut or a fluff so I wrote both 😭. I have plenty more rhea x reader coming im just really busy with school but I'll try and post more.

enjoyyyy xxx

feel better now?

pairing - rhea x reader

summary -Rhea, injured after a brutal match, finds solace in Yn's tender care. As they navigate physical and emotional pain, Yn's love becomes Rhea's healing force, culminating in a deeply intimate moment of connection and comfort.

word count - 3.2k

The hospital room is sterile, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and the hum of fluorescent lights. Rhea lies on the narrow bed, her body tense, her breathing shallow. Her left arm, encased in a bulky white cast, rests awkwardly across her chest, a stark reminder of the brutal match against Liv. The memory of the crack, the searing pain, and Liv’s cold smirk as she walked away still haunts her. Rhea’s eyes are closed, her dark lashes brushing against her pale cheeks, but her mind is far from at rest. She can feel the weight of Yn’s hand on her uninjured shoulder, a silent promise of comfort, but even that can’t fully ease the ache in her heart.

Yn sits on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the cast. Her jaw is set, her green eyes stormy with a mix of worry and fury. She hates Liv—hates her for what she’s done to Rhea, for the way she’s shattered their sense of safety. But right now, her hatred is secondary to her need to care for her wife. Yn’s other hand rests on Rhea’s thigh, a grounding presence, a reminder that she’s not alone. “You’re going to be okay,” she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Rhea opens her eyes, her gaze meeting Yn’s. There’s a flicker of gratitude in her expression, but it’s overshadowed by the pain etched into her features. “It hurts,” she admits, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Not just the arm. Everything hurts.”

Yn’s heart clenches. She knows Rhea isn’t just talking about the physical pain. The match had been more than a fight; it had been a violation, a reminder of how fragile their world can be. Yn leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Rhea’s forehead. “I know,” she says. “But we’ll get through this. Together.”

The doctor enters the room, breaking the intimate moment. He’s a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, but Rhea flinches instinctively at his approach. Yn notices, her hand tightening on Rhea’s thigh in silent reassurance. The doctor checks the cast, nods approvingly, and hands Rhea a prescription for pain medication. “Take it easy,” he advises. “No heavy lifting, no strenuous activity. And keep the arm elevated as much as possible.”

Yn takes the prescription, her grip firm. “Thank you, doctor,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. She helps Rhea sit up, carefully adjusting the pillows behind her back. The hospital room feels suffocating, the walls closing in on them. Yn can’t wait to get Rhea home, to their safe space, where she can truly begin to heal.

The ride home is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the car engine and the occasional crackle of the radio. Rhea stares out the window, her reflection ghostly in the glass. Her arm throbs, a constant reminder of her vulnerability. She feels broken, not just physically but emotionally. Liv’s words during the match echo in her mind—“You’re nothing without me.” Rhea grits her teeth, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over.

Yn glances at her from the driver’s seat, her expression unreadable. She knows Rhea is struggling, but she also knows that pushing her to talk before she’s ready will only make things worse. Instead, she reaches out, her fingers brushing Rhea’s uninjured hand. “We’re almost home,” she says, her voice a soothing balm. “You can rest there.”

Home. The word feels like a lifeline, a promise of solace. Their apartment is a sanctuary, a place where they can shut out the world and focus on each other. As Yn pulls into the parking lot, Rhea takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what’s to come. She’s not just dealing with a broken arm; she’s dealing with the aftermath of a battle that’s left her feeling exposed and fragile.

Yn helps Rhea out of the car, her arm firm around her waist. The elevator ride is brief but feels interminable. When the doors finally open, Yn guides Rhea inside, her steps purposeful. The apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting warm shadows on the walls. It’s quiet, too quiet, and Rhea feels the weight of it settling over her like a blanket.

“I’m going to get you settled in bed,” Yn says, her voice breaking the silence. “Then I’ll grab your medication and some water.”

Rhea nods, too exhausted to protest. She lets Yn lead her to their bedroom, the familiar space a comfort in itself. The bed is made, the sheets smooth and inviting. Yn helps her lie down, carefully propping her arm on a pile of pillows. “Try to rest,” she says, brushing a strand of hair from Rhea’s face. “I’ll be right back.”

Alone in the room, Rhea closes her eyes, but sleep eludes her. The pain in her arm is a constant companion, but it’s the emotional turmoil that keeps her awake. She feels powerless, helpless, and the thought terrifies her. She’s always been the strong one, the protector, but now she’s the one who needs protecting. The realization stings, a bitter pill to swallow.

Yn returns with a glass of water and a pill, placing them on the nightstand. She sits on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on Rhea’s uninjured shoulder. “Here,” she says, picking up the glass. “Take this.”

Rhea obeys, swallowing the pill with a grimace. The water helps, but the taste of bitterness lingers. “Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

Yn doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Rhea’s temple. “I’m going to take a shower,” she says, her voice low. “Do you need anything before I do?”

Rhea shakes her head, her eyes closing as she leans into Yn’s touch. “No. Go ahead.”

Yn hesitates, her gaze lingering on Rhea’s face. She can see the pain, the exhaustion, the vulnerability. It breaks her heart, but it also ignites a fierce determination within her. She’s going to take care of Rhea, to heal her in every way possible. With a final gentle squeeze of Rhea’s shoulder, she stands and heads toward the bathroom.

The shower is hot, the steam filling the small space as Yn steps under the spray. The water cascades over her body, washing away the tension of the day. But even as she closes her eyes, letting the warmth envelop her, her mind is on Rhea. She can’t shake the image of her wife lying in bed, her arm in a cast, her eyes filled with pain. Yn’s hands clench into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She hates feeling helpless, hates that she can’t take away Rhea’s pain.

But as she stands there, the water pounding against her skin, an idea begins to form. Rhea needs more than just physical healing; she needs to feel desired, to feel whole again. Yn’s heart races at the thought, a mix of anticipation and nervousness washing over her. She’s never been one to shy away from taking care of Rhea, but this feels different. This feels necessary.

With renewed purpose, Yn turns off the shower and steps out, the cool air raising goosebumps on her wet skin. She wraps a towel around her hair, letting the water drip down her body. Her reflection in the mirror is hazy, but she can see the determination in her eyes. She’s going to make Rhea feel better, no matter what it takes.

She dries off quickly, leaving her body slightly damp, the water still clinging to her skin. She slips on a loose robe, tying it loosely around her waist, and heads back to the bedroom. As she enters, she pauses, taking in the sight of Rhea lying in bed. Her wife looks small, vulnerable, her arm a stark reminder of the day’s events. Yn’s chest tightens, but she pushes past the emotion, focusing on her plan.

Rhea opens her eyes as Yn approaches, her expression curious. “You’re back already?” she asks, her voice soft.

Yn nods, her gaze intense. “I had an idea,” she says, her voice low and husky. “Something to help you feel better.”

Rhea’s eyebrows furrow, a mix of confusion and wariness crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

Yn doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she moves closer to the bed, her steps deliberate. She unties her robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her damp, naked body. The water still clings to her skin, making her glisten under the soft light of the lamp. Rhea’s eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat.

“Yn… what are you doing?” she asks, her voice trembling.

Yn’s lips curve into a soft smile as she climbs onto the bed, her movements graceful despite the situation. “I’m taking care of you,” she says, her voice firm but gentle. “In every way you need.”

Rhea’s heart races, her mind struggling to process what’s happening. She’s hurt, vulnerable, and the last thing she expects is for Yn to initiate something like this. But as Yn settles beside her, her hand brushing against Rhea’s uninjured arm, a warmth spreads through her, chasing away some of the pain.

“But my arm…” Rhea starts, her voice trailing off.

Yn shakes her head, her fingers tracing the line of Rhea’s jaw. “Your arm is taken care of,” she says. “Right now, I’m focusing on the rest of you.”

Rhea’s breath hitches as Yn leans in, her lips brushing against hers. The kiss is soft, tender, a promise of what’s to come. Rhea hesitates, her body still tense, but Yn’s touch is reassuring, her presence a balm to Rhea’s frayed nerves. Slowly, Rhea relaxes, her lips parting as she melts into the kiss.

Yn deepens the kiss, her tongue tracing the seam of Rhea’s lips before slipping inside. The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of familiarity and something new, something raw and needy. Yn’s hands move down Rhea’s body, her touch deliberate, mapping out every curve and contour. She’s gentle but firm, her fingers skilled as they explore, igniting a fire within Rhea that she thought had been extinguished.

Rhea moans softly into the kiss, her body arching into Yn’s touch. Despite the pain in her arm, the pleasure spreading through her is undeniable. Yn’s hands are everywhere, her touch both soothing and arousing. She kisses Rhea’s neck, her collarbone, her chest, her lips leaving a trail of wet heat in their wake. Rhea’s skin tingles, her nerves alive with sensation.

“Yn…” Rhea whispers, her voice hoarse. “I don’t know if I can—”

Yn cuts her off with another kiss, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Rhea’s pajama bottoms. “Let me take care of you,” she murmurs against Rhea’s lips. “Let me make you feel good.”

Rhea’s breath catches as Yn’s fingers brush against her core, her body already wet and eager. She’s torn between wanting this desperately and feeling unworthy of such attention. But Yn’s gaze is unwavering, her determination clear. Slowly, Rhea nods, her resistance crumbling under the weight of Yn’s love.

Yn smiles, a soft, tender expression that makes Rhea’s heart ache. She hooks her fingers into Rhea’s pajama bottoms, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. Rhea’s body is exposed, her vulnerability on full display, but Yn’s gaze is worshipful, her touch reverent. She presses a kiss to Rhea’s inner thigh, her breath warm against her skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yn murmurs, her voice thick with desire. “So strong, even when you’re broken.”

Rhea’s cheeks flush, her body trembling as Yn’s lips trail closer to her core. She feels exposed, not just physically but emotionally, and the thought both terrifies and excites her. Yn’s fingers brush against her clit, her touch light but insistent, and Rhea gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“Easy,” Yn says, her voice a low rumble. “Let me take care of you.”

Rhea nods, her eyes closing as she surrenders to Yn’s touch. Yn’s lips press against her folds, her tongue slipping out to taste her. Rhea moans, her hands tangling in Yn’s hair, her body arching off the bed. The pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over her, washing away the pain and the fear.

Yn’s mouth is relentless, her tongue flicking and swirling, her lips sucking gently. She teases Rhea’s clit, her fingers slipping inside her, her touch both firm and tender. Rhea’s breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tense with anticipation. She feels on the edge, teetering between pleasure and release, and Yn’s skilled mouth pushes her closer and closer.

“Yn… please…” Rhea pleads, her voice desperate. “I need—”

Yn looks up, her eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you need,” she demands, her voice commanding.

Rhea’s heart races, her mind foggy with need. “I need you to make me come,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you to make me forget everything else.”

Yn’s lips curve into a wicked smile as she dips her head, her mouth closing over Rhea’s clit. She sucks gently, her tongue flicking against the sensitive bud, and Rhea screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. It’s intense, overwhelming, a release unlike anything she’s ever experienced. Her body shakes, her juices flooding Yn’s mouth, and Yn drinks her in, her moans vibrating against Rhea’s sensitive skin.

“Fuck… Yn…” Rhea pants, her body limp as the waves of pleasure subside. She feels boneless, her mind foggy, but the ache in her arm is distant, almost forgotten.

Yn climbs up the bed, her body pressing against Rhea’s, her lips capturing Rhea’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Rhea tastes herself on Yn’s lips, the flavor both familiar and intoxicating. She wraps her uninjured arm around Yn’s waist, pulling her closer, her body craving more.

“Better?” Yn asks, her voice soft but teasing.

Rhea smiles, her heart full. “Much better,” she admits, her voice laced with affection. “But I think I need a little more… aftercare.”

Yn’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “Oh, I have plenty of that planned,” she whispers, her voice a promise of more pleasure to come.

Rhea shivers, her body already anticipating what Yn has in store. She knows this is just the beginning, that Yn will take care of her in every way possible. And as Yn’s lips trail down her neck, her hands exploring, Rhea surrenders fully, letting herself be healed by the woman she loves.

The room is warm, the air thick with the scent of their desire. Rhea’s arm still throbs, a reminder of the day’s events, but the pain is distant, overshadowed by the pleasure and the love that fills the space between them. Yn’s touch is gentle, her movements deliberate, as she continues to explore Rhea’s body, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony.

Rhea moans, her body arching into Yn’s touch, her senses alive with every sensation. Yn’s lips trail down her chest, her tongue tracing the curve of her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple into a hard peak. Rhea’s breath catches, her body tense with anticipation, as Yn’s mouth closes over her nipple, sucking gently, her tongue swirling.

“Yn… fuck…” Rhea gasps, her hands tangling in Yn’s hair, her body trembling. The pleasure is intense, a direct line to her core, and Rhea feels herself spiraling closer to the edge once again.

Yn’s hands move down Rhea’s body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her touch both soothing and arousing. She kisses her way lower, her lips leaving a trail of wet heat, her breath warm against Rhea’s skin. Rhea’s body is a map, and Yn is determined to explore every inch, to make her feel desired and whole.

As Yn’s mouth closes over Rhea’s clit once more, Rhea cries out, her body convulsing as another orgasm washes over her. It’s different this time, slower but deeper, a wave of pleasure that seems to engulf her entire being. Yn’s tongue is relentless, her lips sucking gently, her fingers slipping inside her, filling her completely.

“Yn… I can’t…” Rhea pants, her body trembling on the edge of overload. “I can’t take much more…”

Yn looks up, her eyes dark with desire, her lips wet with Rhea’s juices. “You can take it,” she says, her voice firm. “You can take everything I give you.”

Rhea’s heart races, her body tense with anticipation. She trusts Yn completely, knows that she’ll push her to her limits but never beyond. And as Yn’s mouth and hands continue their relentless assault, Rhea surrenders fully, letting the pleasure consume her.

The orgasm hits her like a storm, a tidal wave of sensation that leaves her breathless and shaking. Her body convulses, her juices flooding Yn’s mouth, and Yn drinks her in, her moans vibrating against Rhea’s sensitive skin. Rhea screams, her voice hoarse, her body limp as the pleasure subsides.

Yn climbs up the bed, her body pressing against Rhea’s, her lips capturing Rhea’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Rhea tastes herself on Yn’s lips, the flavor both familiar and intoxicating. She wraps her uninjured arm around Yn’s waist, pulling her closer, her body craving more.

“How do you feel now?” Yn asks, her voice soft but teasing.

Rhea smiles, her heart full. “Like I could take on the world,” she admits, her voice laced with affection. “Or at least Liv.”

Yn’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “We’ll deal with Liv later,” she whispers, her voice a promise of retribution. “Right now, I’m focusing on you.”

Rhea shivers, her body already anticipating what Yn has in store. She knows this is just the beginning, that Yn will take care of her in every way possible. And as Yn’s lips trail down her neck, her hands exploring, Rhea surrenders fully, letting herself be healed by the woman she loves.

The night deepens, the world outside their bedroom fading into obscurity. Rhea’s arm still throbs, a reminder of the day’s events, but the pain is distant, overshadowed by the pleasure and the love that fills the space between them. Yn’s touch is gentle, her movements deliberate, as she continues to explore Rhea’s body, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony.

As the hours pass, Rhea loses track of time, her mind foggy with pleasure and exhaustion. Yn’s touch is a constant, a grounding presence that keeps her anchored in the moment. She feels cherished, desired, and whole, the broken pieces of herself slowly being put back together by Yn’s love.

Finally, as the first light of dawn creeps through the window, Rhea’s eyes drift closed, her body heavy with satisfaction. Yn lies beside her, her arm draped over Rhea’s waist, her breathing steady and deep. Rhea smiles, her heart full, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they’ll face them together.

“I love you,” Rhea murmurs, her voice soft but filled with conviction.

Yn’s lips curve into a smile as she presses a kiss to Rhea’s temple. “I love you too,” she says, her voice a soothing balm. “Always.”

And as they lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their love, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

DO NOT TRANSLATE, COPY PUBLISH OR EDIT MY WORKS, I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORKS BEING PUBLISHED ON ANY 3RD PARTY WEBSITE. © bunbun 2025 - 2027🖇️ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[mochatsin]

When MC has a Cast

A small sequel to the prompt “When MC gets pushed off the stairs”. After that fiasco with those bullies, this now focuses on the short shenanigans that come with the brothers trying to take care of you after you sprained your ankle. However, not all of them are very knowledgeable when it comes to human health care. 

if you haven't read the first part, please do! As there are some parts that is a reference from it (though it doesn’t dwell too heavy on it so it can be read on its own)

Lucifer

If he was already overbearing towards his brothers, then it’s so much more towards you now that you’re hurt. He asked for less work for the time being so he can take care of you after school, a request that Diavolo is happy to grant. Lucifer knows he wouldn’t mind, especially when he says it’s part of his duties to care for the exchange student, an excuse that the royals could see through. Though everyone knows how much he truly cared about you.

He has the power to transform the house into something more handicap friendly for you. Ramps on elevated areas around the house, adhesive stickers in the bathroom so you don’t slip, handles by the walls in case you need it while walking. He was this close to buying you an expensive wheelchair from the human realm that he found online, you had to stop him from doing so since you wouldn’t need it when you’re better.

Lucifer has an hourly alarm on his phone that reminds him to check up on you. No matter what he was doing during the day, he’ll stop and take out his D.D.D. to call you. He asks if you’re feeling any better and if you’re taking any pain medication or prescription pills as needed. He hates how he has to rely on Solomon when it comes to your medicine since they’re only obtained in the human realm, so Lucifer decided to take better care of you instead to make up for the lack of human knowledge.

If you ever said you needed something, whether it would be a snack that can only be bought outside or extra pillows to cushion your leg, Lucifer will definitely make it happen. If not him, then he’s asking Mammon or any brother available to attend to your needs regardless if it’s something for your recovery or not.

“They miss that favorite drink they usually have after school so I need you to go get it before coming home.” Lucifer’s tone is commanding, and if it weren’t for the fact that it was for you then the brothers would’ve made a fuss about his attitude. “I know it’s four blocks away, but that’s what they want. See to it that you come home with it.” He leaves no room for negotiation when he abruptly ends the call, expecting his brothers to come home with your drink.

When you’re finally out of that cast, Lucifer still refuses to let you go up and down the stairs alone. As if you were no longer capable of doing so without supervision. He makes sure you’re always holding onto the rails and that the stairways are always clear so that you don’t trip. You don’t see it, but he’s been more vigilant around you just in case there are more students he needs to keep an eye out for.

Mammon

Knowing that leaving you for just a few minutes already got you in this mess, Mammon decided to be glued to you this time. It’s almost difficult to pry him away from you, and he’s miserable every time he’s separated that he’ll do whatever it takes to run back to your room. To him, he thinks that something bad might just happen to you again if he lays his eyes off you for a second. Sometimes you wake up to a three-eyed crow stationed by your window like a little guard.

Chores and assignments are done in haste, the quality is questionable but it’s honest work. Once he tried to just rush his household chores but due to how poorly done it was, he was separated from you again in order to finish it properly. Now he tries being quick about it but still somewhat passable to standards. The only thing in his mind is how he gets to hang out in your room after this was all done. 

Dishes and cutlery placed on the table where others had more spoons than the rest, the trash bags looked like they were just chucked into the garbage can outside, some clothes wasn’t sorted that Asmo got frustrated when he found his new shirt in Beel’s room where it was mistaken for a rag… Lucifer decided to assign chores that Mammon can take to your room, like laundry folding, to ease his brother’s nerves and lessen the stress he experiences on the daily. 

Mammon often steals stuff from the other brothers if he thinks it’s something that could bring you comfort. Asmo’s scent diffuser, Belphie’s blanket, even Lucifer’s mini record player to help you sleep. They would initially get mad, though they soon see a pile of all their stuff in your room, with you resting so soundly in the middle of it like it’s a nest. As annoying as it was to have their belongings stolen, the brothers let it slide for now.

“Can’t help it aight?! My hands are feelin’ extra grabby these days.” He says as he fluffs one of Beel’s burger-shaped pillows before placing it by your back for more support. Mammon then plops down by your side with a huff, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “That’s why ya gotta get better soon, ya hear me?”

He’s the one that refuses to let you walk around the house. Even if his brothers are there to supervise you, he claims that he’s your first demon so they should listen to him instead! Though it takes a little pout and maybe some puppy eyes from you to make Mammon yield.

Levi

At first Levi was a little agitated since taking care of you meant less time in his room. He always invited you there to hang out, but now with your cast it meant that he needs to adjust and relocate. It’s a small sacrifice if it means he gets to be with you. He’ll just switch base of operations.

Since he spends more time at home in the first place, he’s the one in charge of watching over you while everyone else is at RAD. Being a shut-in has its perks because it means he gets to hang out with you more, though it does a number on his nerves whenever he has to take care of you because he’s afraid he might make your condition worse somehow just by being next to you.

Lucifer already told him what he needs to do. Give you some medication at certain hours, assist if you need to walk or use the bathroom, and make sure you’re comfortable. It’s quite simple. They can’t risk stressing your injuries more, though that stress seems to be transmitting to Levi instead. “Hgnn… getting medication is like a fetch quest a-and assisting is like an escort mission… j-just like in the game.” Is what Levi mumbles to try and hype himself up by associating his tasks with something he loves.

Levi gets jumpy whenever you would walk, acting like you’d get hurt if you took a step with your bad leg. He’s good at keeping an eye out for you whenever you walk around the house because of his anxieties, and giving him bits of praise for taking care of you would usually do the trick of alleviating that. Eventually, he’s calmer when attending to your needs over the next few days. 

He stayed in your room more often and he started gradually moving his stuff there so he wouldn’t go upstairs too often to get something in his room. His consoles, mangas, and games are sitting idly by in the corner of your bedroom so that there’s at least something you both could do instead of laying around. Even when you sleep, Levi is still playing games by your side but with a headset or a lower volume so you wouldn’t wake up.

The brothers eventually noticed how more and more of Levi’s things are appearing in your room. The Akuzon boxes are waiting outside your door instead of his, the latest figurine he bought is displayed in your shelf than on his collection, and they find Levi putting some of his clothes in your closet instead of his. If this went on, they might find Henry 2.0 in your room. Everyone requested a week off from RAD to do some damage control like moving some of Levi’s stuff out. 

Satan

Satan stayed by your side, letting you lie down on the soft bed while he read your favorite passages. He even includes stories about the protagonist recovering from a battle, as if trying to tell you that healing from what happened is nothing to be ashamed of. You shouldn’t feel bad for resting because you need it, and Satan will see to it that you’re fully recovered with no problems.

If you were up for it, he would teach you any of the lessons you’ve missed once he’s home from RAD. He doesn’t mind giving you some of his notes and even writes it in a simpler way just for you to understand easier, even highlighting some key points so you know where to focus or what’s important. Satan wouldn’t want you to lag behind in class when you finally get back to school, but he’s only going to teach you at a pace you’re comfortable with. Your usual tutoring sessions are shorter because he wants you to focus on recovering first.

He’s got his nose glued to the human anatomy books that tackles sprains and muscles, something that Solomon provided after a lot of pestering from the demon’s end. He reads about how to treat it and the duration it would take until you’re fully better. It’s also his way of relieving his anxieties when it comes to your ankle so he can convince himself that you’re no longer suffering.

If you ever let out a grunt for whatever reason, expect Satan to suddenly be by your side asking you if you’re experiencing any of the symptoms he’s somehow memorized in his head. He’s being cautious if you might’ve accidentally aggravated your wounds and require any necessary medical attention, so he would sit you down and bombard you with questions about your condition. A brother would often have to rescue you before Satan gets halfway with his queries. 

“If I don’t know any of these, then how would I tell if you need some help? There’s power in knowledge, you know.” Satan says as he flips through the pages of the thick medical book on his lap. There’s this determined look on his face where he wants to make sure to cross out all the symptoms of any possible ailments. “Now, are you experiencing ‘explosive diarrhea’ by any chance?”

Satan is the one that makes sure that all his other brothers would be useful when it’s their turn to take care of you. He takes note of when you need your next medication, reminds them to refill your water bottles, and how they’d have to check on you for each minute if they had to. If any of them caused you problems, no matter how big or small, Satan would be ready to chase them down for doing a poor job as soon as they left your room. 

Asmo 

Asmo is treating you like an absolute damsel sometimes whenever he sees you limping around the house with your crutches. He also hates that you need to stay home for bedrest since, as he notes, you get to see him less during school days. He loves spending time with you as much as he loves staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Since you’re not around in school, Asmo is always ready to fill you in on the cheesiest gossip like he always does during lunch time or your after school walks. Now he goes straight to your room, placing his bag to the side before dramatically plopping down on your bed with more news. Weirdly enough, some of that news was about those girls that pushed you and about how they’re both fighting more recently. You even notice how big his smile is as the story progressively gets gruesome.

“Just because my darling is stuck here doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be updated to the latest scoop, right?” He says with a grin, showing you the latest tweets about the topic. “Don’t worry, you can always rely on me to give you the juiciest gossip.” This is his way of hanging out with you like how you both would at school. Whenever he wants to talk about something with you and remembers you’re not around yet, he gets a little lonely and he makes up for that feeling when he comes home.

Asmo would want to put his name on your cast once he learns that it’s something humans tend to do. It’s written all over with a pink glittery pen accompanied by little hearts on the side, maybe a little sheep doodle next to it too. The brothers were not happy to learn that he was the first one to write his name on your cast and then insisted on putting theirs next.

He insists on playing the role of ‘Nurse Asmo!’ whenever he’s trying to take care of you, complete with a play-pretend stethoscope for the role (Solomon gave it to him). Normally he wouldn’t come near someone who’s sick because he doesn’t want to catch whatever they have, that wouldn’t look so good on him. Luckily, yours isn’t contagious at all. Asmo would insist on feeding you and there’s the occasional teasing, but it’s all in good faith. 

Asmo also makes a great alert system. You once almost tripped but managed to hold onto the desk, and that was enough to make Asmo let out a high-pitched scream as he was worried your ankle must’ve gotten worse, maybe it’s not healing at all if you almost fell. It alerted every brother in the house and you not only have to deal with a worried Asmo, but now six more anxious demons as well. 

Beel

Beel feeds you foods high in nutrients. He’d even run to the stores to get you those sorts of foods if it meant you’ll heal in no time. Of course, he’s mindful of getting nutritious foods you actually like eating. He wants you to be both healthy and happy. 

“Here, Solomon said milk helps with healthy bones.” Beel says while carrying an entire box filled with jugs of milk. Clearly he means well, but you have to explain to Beel how drinking and eating things high in calcium doesn’t magically heal your ankle (it’s also worse if you were lactose intolerant). He’s a little disappointed, but he’ll understand. Beel could either drink them or give them to Luke as ingredients for his baking. 

Whenever Lucifer asks the brothers to run errands for you, whether it's something for your ankle or for your comfort, Beel is usually the first one to respond and he’s already out the door before any of the brothers could intervene. He likes hearing your gratitude when he does something for you, even if it meant he had to fly across Devildom to get you that ice cream dessert or just walk to purgatory hall to fetch something Luke made for you.

The brothers had to convince him that you wouldn’t shatter if he gave you a hug, but he wasn’t sure if he could. If the stairs already hurt you, what more for a demon like Beel who could bend metal like paper if he wanted to? He was too afraid at first to touch you, but you could see just how much he wanted to hold you. It takes only a few words and a pout from you to make the demon fold. 

If Beel would have to bulldoze everything to clear a path for you then he would. In case there was a bunch of furniture or other things all across the floor, Beel would chuck them aside to make sure you won’t have a hard time walking or risk bumping your leg onto something. Though Lucifer reprimanded him for literally shoving every couch aside just to make room for you and then forgetting to put them back properly. The house wasn’t a pleasant sight to come home to at that time.

Beel’s next solution was to help you with that ankle was to carry you around so you could get to places. You’d be in his arms bridal style while he takes you to the dining room to eat with them. He would even stop eating from the mountain of food from his plate if you needed to stand up, Beel would attend to you right away and take you wherever you needed to go. 

Belphie

Belphie is not the most reliable brother when it comes to taking care of you, not when his excessive drowsiness gets in the way of actually remembering what to do. He wouldn’t be able to wake up in time to give you your medication, or have enough energy to assist you whenever you needed to use the bathroom or just get up to walk. When you needed his help with something, at some point he forgot about your cast and told you that you can do it on your own. His older brothers definitely scolded him for that and the tasks were assigned to someone else instead.

The only role that was given to Belphie was something he can easily do, which is to make sure you’re comfortable and well-rested. None of them wants to see you walking around too much, even with your crutches, as they worry that something could happen while they’re away. They fear you might fall over and won’t be able to get back up, so Belphie is in charge of keeping you in bed and making sure you don’t move more than you need to. 

Whenever you sleep next to Belphie, you always feel so refreshed and rested afterwards no matter how long or short you slept. It’s the demon’s doing, where he makes sure you have the sweetest dreams and get enough sleep so that you’re energized. Belphie thinks that getting more energized meant that your ankle would heal faster, so he’s always trying to drag you in for naps.

For the moments that he’s actually awake, he would be ‘fixing’ your bed so that it would be more comfortable to sleep in. There are three times more than the usual number of pillows on your bed, with extra comforters and better quality blankets. Each time he comes home, he’s fixing your bed and sometimes he adds pillows on it or replaces your old ones. 

“I only have these because I was preparing a little fort for us back at school…” Belphie is a little quiet when he speaks, trying to pass it off as being too busy fluffing your pillows but in reality he just doesn’t like remembering what happened that day. “But since you’re stuck at home, it only makes sense I bring the fort over here right?” 

The only thing that upsets Belphie at this situation for now is the fact he can’t lie down on your lap like he could every time he wants to use you as a pillow. Beel had to remind him that it might hurt your ankle if he laid his head on your thighs. Even though you tried to explain that it’s not necessarily true, the twins insist on making sure nothing would hinder your healing.