#Shrink Tube Cutting Machine

[rapidflowflex]

Auto Cutter USA

USA manufacturer of industrial cutting machines. We deliver affordable and precision equipment to cut to length wire, tubing and cable.

[painonthebrain]

Unaware

Whumptober Day 19: One way out

Masterlist

Content: Lab whump, sedated/unconscious whumpee, explicit surgical procedure, vivisection, noncon body modification, stripping whumpee while unconscious, nonsexual nudity, noncon touch, dehumanization, scientifically inaccurate/fantastical medical procedure

As Saul lays unconscious with the beeping of monitors and the hum of the surgical equipment surrounding him, the world grows small and sharp, focused. The environment becomes so much more productive than before. More streamlined. No longer is there a man before Dr. Greyson, but a living thing that looks like one, has the anatomy of one, breathes and has a pulse just like one. A subject.

Mechanical arms power on at her command, precise and ready to cut him apart, expose his insides, slimy and inky-blue.

Dr. Greyson readies a video feed to archive footage of the surgery, making sure the angle is perfect, the image crystal-clear.

Screens surround her with different images and graphs, vitals and data that will supplement her work, all glowing brilliantly blue, illuminating her and her subject with their icy glow.

There’s only one way out now. Only one way he’ll get out of here alive. An objective not even he is aware of.

Survive the surgery.

Dr. Greyson cuts away his uniform first. Her silvery scissors glint as she does, the motion swift and familiar, knowing. She drags away the unwanted fabric, discarding it. It will be sanitized and recycled later. (After all, nothing here should go to waste.)

She barely blinks at his naked body before her, not even giving it a second thought. It’s all flesh and blood, bones and organs to her, the content of anatomy textbooks.

Machines ready, she starts up the vivisection process, typing in a quick keyword to initiate it. The mechanical arms whirr and click ever so slightly as they move into position, barely audible, and a scan runs over his body, mapping out where to make incisions, a half-second flash of glimmering blue light that disappears as quickly as it made its presence known, passing over his body.

One arm lasers away his body hair until his skin is bare and smooth where they need to make the cuts, another changes its tip to a blade as it does, beginning to slice the skin after the other arm finishes.

The blade goes into his flesh easily, and blue wells up where it touches, creating a dark, shiny line across his chest and stomach. An additional set of arms help pry apart his skin as the knife cuts deeper, plunging through the layers of fat and skin.

Once it’s finished, one pins the skin back into place, leaving the ribs and his organs exposed. The scene is slightly lewd, wet and fleshy and slightly pulsing like insides usually do… and he’s all exposed and left so vulnerably open — however Valeria and her machines handle it with the unflinching accuracy and coldness only a Rigorian surgeon or their tech could have.

He doesn’t even stir, his only movements are the involuntary ones laid out for all to see. His hearts beating. His lungs shrinking and growing with every breath. The swell of his stomach following each inhale. All measured and recorded for posterity.

Dr. Greyson changes the machines’ procedures to a more custom set, the one made specifically for her experiments, and the machines follow her commands fluidly, transitioning into the experimental procedure without so much as a hiccup.

With a click, three of the arms change their tips to nozzles, panels in their sides opening to reveal empty glass tubes. Dr. Greyson fetches the vials with the specimen inside and loads the panels up. They click shut automatically after she does, stationary until each is filled, and then they return to working on him.

As they position themselves where they ought to be (his heart and on either side of his lungs), Dr. Greyson checks her subject’s vitals.

Stable…

Wonderful.

She watches closely as they pump his body full of the specimen, making sure it stays confined to his innards.

It should be fine, considering the modifications the biotechnologists have made to the specimen’s mental faculties and biological processes. Once it bonds with her subject’s tissue, it shouldn’t be able to rid itself of him — and vice versa.

It merges quite well, melting into his chest, squirming between his ribs and seeping into his serosa, making itself right at home. The screens before her show the very percentage of their coalescence, the number slowly creeping towards 100%.

It finally reaches completion, and the only change is the stained appearance of his internal organs, the slimy, desaturated blacks and greys clinging to his insides.

Good. The operation is now two-thirds of the way through.

Dr. Greyson manually moves the pumps away from his chest and torso, now-empty, dripping with remnants of the black goo. The tips recede back into the arms, self-cleaning – Valeria taps in the code for them to start sealing Saul’s body up, idly monitoring the machines, relaying her observations onto a screen. Her notes glow, reflecting against the surface of her glasses while the machines do their work, sealing his body up. 

He shouldn’t have so much as a scar left afterwards.

… Shouldn’t have.

The skin parts after it’s sealed. The specimen’s ooze leaks through the cracks as the skin parts, resisting the seal.

Dr. Greyson’s gaze hardens. Fuck. She’ll have to take this at a different angle.

Instead of beating a dead horse, she decides to go in herself, readying her tools to stitch him up.

The needle and thread go in easily, and come out caked in slime, filthy. The synthetic thread holds together though, and soon Dr. Greyson is able to tie it off, manually cleaning and disinfecting the area.

As she does, the skin on his chest darkens, turning dark and muck-colored. When she touches it, it gives, softer than skin normally should be.

She’s so glad she’s recording this.

Verbally putting down her notes, she probes his body, examining him.

“Subject continues to be stable after needing stitches. The self-administered mastectomy scarring is unaffected by leakage. Subject’s body and internal organs are considerably discolored. Subject’s skin in the thorax area –” she gives his chest another press, testing how much give it has, pulling her hands away when it dips under her touch like slime – “has a considerable amount of give.” She presses again, making sure she can feel his bones. “Ribcage is intact, however.”

“Specimen seems to have integrated with no offensive side effects. Subject remains unconscious.”

She disposes of her dirty gloves and snaps on new ones the moment her hands are bare.

“The surgery appears to be a success… I am entering the subject into the recovery phase now.”

He made it.

[wwwquickpakinccom]

Right sizing shrink film for more savings. 

Using a generous amount of shrink-wrapping film might seem harmless or even the right thing to do. Better to overestimate, than underestimate when it comes to sizing, right? Wrong! Over time, you may experience shrinking profits as your materials costs increase. In fact, it is better to simply get it right the first time.

Nailing down your shrink film measurements is easier than you might think. Finding the proper film width and length will depend on what type of film you are using. You will need to know a few facts and measurements before calculating your shrink film dimensions. In this article, all measurements are in inches.

-Orientation/flow through shrink tunnel (This will inform which side is your product length vs your width).

-Type of machine (this will dictate what type of film you need).

-Production/Conveyor Speed.

-Product dimensions (always round up to the nearest inch).

-Width: parallel to the cut-off or cross seal.

-Length: parallel to the fold of the film, in cases of centerfold film.

-Height: In cases of products with uneven surfaces, the height should be considered from the bottom to the highest point of the package.

The most common forms of shrink wrap film are tubing, centerfold film, and shrink wrap bags. Conveniently, there is a formula to calculate the proper measurements for each kind.

Centerfold: Combine the height and the width of the item, then add 2-3 inches of wiggle room. (3 for larger items only). The formula for this is H+W+2.

Tubing: Tubular shrink film is typically only used for oblong objects. To determine the width of your shrink film tube, multiply the circumference of your object by 1.15, then divide your total by 2. In other words, (CIR×1.15)÷2. As for the length of your shrink wrap tube, simply add 2-3 inches to the length of the object.

Shrink Bag: For most applications, bags are the most beginner-friendly solution to shrink wrapping. They are already sealed on 3 of the 4 sides, which makes packaging your item simpler.  To find the right width for your shrink bag, follow this formula: (CIR×1.13)÷2. As with our previous examples, the length of your shrink bag should be the length of your object, plus 2-3 inches.

Every application is different and finding the right size film can be even more difficult when your item is an irregular shape. When in doubt, ask an expert: 813 242 6995 or sales@quickpakinc.com

[julang-company]

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[sleevelabelmachine]

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Our Automatic Horizontal Sleeve Label Applicator Machine is designed to apply small diameter sleeves for small, unstable, and lightweight products that do not stabilize themselves in a vertical position. This advanced technology model can handle 10-40 mm dia containers and sleeve leaflets up to 50 mm. A Steam Shrink Tunnel uses steam instead of hot air to generate the heat needed to shrink the sleeve covering over the products. One of the most common applications for steam tunnels is tamper-evident packaging products, such as shrink sleeves. This Automatic Steam Sleeve Tunnel is suitable for Partially / Full body/cap shrink applications.

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[lily-plasticmachinery]

Plastic Shrinkable Pipe Single Wall Corrugated Tube Extrusion Machine

The production line could produce the shrinking water drain pipe, the pipe is mainly used in drainage of washbasins, kitchens and toilets.

Pipe diameter: OD20mm-50mm

Pipe line speed: 0-10m/min

Moulds quantity: 40-60 pairs

Cooling method: water cooling

It adopts computer control system, automatic shorting and cutting machine.

[eewaengineering]

Eewa Engineering - Leading Manufacturers of Sealing Machine, Packaging, Plastic Welding, Filling, Oven and Heaters

Eewa Engineering is a renowned player in the field of manufacturing sealing and packaging machinery since 1967. It started manufacturing Impulse heat sealing machinery and now extends its product range to more than 250 models of products with an experience of more than 51 years. We are now the known innovative leaders and solution providers in sealing, packaging, and welding technology established on a global platform. We have our state-of-the-art manufacturing unit which includes the design office, tool room, assembly shop, metal fabrication shop, paint shop, and testing lab too. These integrated facilities make enable us to make the production line seamless and smooth.

Backed by the advanced technology developed through extensive research and development, Eewa Engineering Co. Pvt. Ltd. has emerged as a global leader and positioned its products at an international level. We are market savvy and have a customer-oriented quality deliverance approach which guides us to deliver customized packing machinery for our clients. Our management models, time-tested processes, quality compliance, and responsive service have helped us carve a niche in our domain.

We have a base of more than 30000 plus satisfied customers all over India and abroad and the machines offered by us fully follow international standards of functionality and reliability. We aim to make a value addition by adopting every single valuable suggestion from our clients and implementing them to assist them in expanding their business profits. Our high level of professionalism and efficiency is reflected in our engineering models, manufacture, service, and after-sales support. Our affiliates of high cadre take pride in our craftsmanship and digitally driven technological backup.

Product Line with a difference

The product line we offer is bifurcated into the following –

Sealing Machine

Our powered devices seal various types of plastic packaging and flexible packaging like poly bags and pouches. Amongst our sealers, we have Hand press sealers, foot pedal sealers, pneumatic sealers, flameproof provision sealers, vertical heavy-duty sealers, and many more. We also have custom-designed heat sealers in many variants and shapes which are made depending on customer specifications and needs.

Packaging Machines

These are packaging units and are high-quality machinery with a robust mechanism and consistent performance. They include tube sealers, blister packing, wrapper machines, and the Shrink packaging machines like the L sealers. They are an economical answer to all packaging needs and can seal a variety of products with swiftness and reliability. Any kind of wastage is also eliminated and is perfect for any volume.

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Oven and Heaters

We offer an array of Oven, BFFS Cutting bands/knives, heaters, and Soldering Pots. There are band heaters that are commonly used when indirect heat is needed for many industries. Similarly for other uses, there is the drying oven, infrared heaters, Industrial rod heaters, and much more. The line of oven and heaters are popularly in demand and cater to all needs with total customization and specification.

[oracleofsecrets]

I think using the Catholic newspaper gave me a really weird dream this morning where I was so mad about being in some manner of Catholic-type school with uniforms and they wouldn’t let me get the pants uniform bc sexism that I yelled WHY and woke myself up

Anyway;

I might’ve given the band another coat of gold before sealing everything? Idr. Here it is drying. Tiny jelly jar balanced on top of modpodge bc I remembered almost too late that this has to be Curved

I think I did two coats on the crescents, but I only did one on the band bc it started raining and I wanted to move on anyway

Prooooobabblyyyyy should’ve let it all Set overnight but impatience won out, though I did suffer for it. Hot glued the gem on, forgot this is going to be a circlet, tried “brushing” some hot glue underneath the sides with a wire to some success. Used too much glue for the first big crescent :/ and forgot to bend it Before placing gluing it down… the rest mostly went without incident. I used an embroidery hoop to place the band over to get a realistic curve (briefly wondered why I didn’t just make it out of an inner embroidery hoop to begin with,)

Used a somehwat worn sewing machine needle and a clippers to pick away some of the excess glue. Used the same needle to dab paint over the glue and to patch over where the removed glue tore away some of the paint >.>

Here it is, done (or done Enough) and drying/setting. As long as you don’t look at it too closely it’s not so bad (low blood sugar mood)

I haven’t joined it Together yet, it’s still a flat strip. I’d cut it about 1/3” wider than my head in case the wig (that I still need to buy, now that I’ve committed to wig and ears in lieu of Staff) affects that. Idk if I want to just glue the ends together or something more temporary/adjustable….

Maybe a small bit of heat shrink tubing to cover the seam? I’d have to paint that ofc but hopefully that wouldn’t be too time consuming

I washed my vest thingy while painting and sealing and then had to spend like Forever ironing it. And there are still wrinkles :( also I should’ve washed it sooner bc the marker lines are still a litttttle visible up close. But it’ll be covered by the cape so 👍

Having to re-press the seams made me realize why I Should’ve done the topstitching the pattern specified…… if I have time after everything else is done I might add that, or I’ll do it after Halloween to save myself some trouble next time I wash it

Tomorrow it’s time to tackle the cape

Zelda EOW cosplay log: circlet

After giving up on the staff, which was already another means for me to take a break from sewing, I got started drafting the circlet

I had some Eva foam from another cosplay ish project that didn’t go very well due to inexperience, so that seemed the most logical choice. I forgot how annoying it is cutting Eva foam though… the “headband” part was easy since I could use my rotary cutter, except the length I needed was longer than my ruler, so there’s a wobbly bit from where I had to scoot my ruler. Didn’t feel like cutting out another piece, so it’ll have to do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Studied some screenshots and Sketched out the gem and metalwork bits on paper to get an idea of relative sizing between all the pieces. That damn pvc conduit ended up coming in handy here—I pressed down onto the foam and traced the indent for the gem. Cutting the crescents was realllly fiddly bc I was using scissors. But idk if I could’ve gotten those curves otherwise with an xacto knife

Only on the smaller bits did I think to transfer my sketch onto the foam instead of eyeballing it. My “transfer” method was poking pins along the outline into the foam, kinda like for pumpkin carving. Nice and clear and easy to follow with the scissors without having to worry about painting over anything

I thought I read somewhere that Eva foam can be sandpapered ? So I tried doing that to fix the uneven edges. Idr what grit level sandpaper I used. I mostly used a nail file board actually lol

Somehow I lost my circle gem piece, so I had to cut another one out and sand that :/ I don’t have proper primer so i figured I’d just spray a little modpodge on it to give me a workable surface to paint on. It didn’t occur to me that the pieces were so small that they’d fly off bc of the aerosol blast, so I had to find those in the dark ground bc I keep forgetting to tell the landlady that the outdoor lightbulb is out

I ended up mostly kinda mopping up the modpodge that was left on the parchment paper to get it nice and covered. Then I remembered I should grab a scrap to prime for when I test out paints. Was smart enough to hold the foam with a clothespin so no more glue would get on my hand. A day later It does kinda look like a nice subtle topcoat on my nails though :3 let it dry overnight so I could play some hades 2 and bc I didn’t want to fiddle with mixing paints at like 10pm

The next evening I tested out the paints. At the store I’d been between one metallic red shade and another, and I’d gotten the one that hadn’t seemed Too bright red. This was a mistake. It’s indeed a lovely garnet color, but that’s not quite light or red enough for this. Mixed with a little red looked pretty good. The gold metallic was perfect straight out of the bottle

Also tested whether to use black or white as a base coat. Going with white to keep things brighter

✨The next day ✨

Got my base coat of white on

(Using some weird Catholic local newspaper that some lady who lived here before me still has delivered to catch the mess lol)

First coat of gold. Probably should’ve made sure my sponge was fully dry before painting on the gold… I’m using makeup sponges since they’re denser than the sponge brushes I got for cheap a while ago. Repeating to myself Trust the Process Trust the Process so I don’t get neurotic about how sloppy it looks rn….

Okay yeah second coat is looking a lil better. Added a Little more red to the mix for the gem. I like how the shade looked overall, and especially layered over the other. I dont need another coat on the gem but def will for the gold stuff

Third coat, now we’re talkin. That’s good enough for the crescent pieces, but I think I’ll give the band another coat tomorrow. Testing my gloss sealant on the back of one of the smaller crescents after putting the first coat on the gem to see how that looks

Im planning on using satin modpodge finish though bc it’s an aerosol spray and bc I think that’d contrast nicely and subtly with the glossy. But the glossy is a normal spray bottle, and I wasn’t careful the first time I used it so it got clogged…I usually borrow the spray top from something else, but it’s not the same diameter as the bottleneck so I have to hold it weird :/ I should just buy a replacement nozzle fjsjdhd. But since the pieces are so small I’m just unscrewing the nozzle, taking it out and letting a few drops of sealer fall onto a plastic lid from something or another, then dabbing it on with a sponge

Now that I’m more like Live blogging and not posting about stuff I’ve already done I think I’ll end the post here lol

[szfortunesky]

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Fully Automatic PVC Soft Tube Latex Tubing Yellow Wax Tube Teflon Tube Silicone Rubber Tube Cutting Machine

This model 100 automatic heat shrinkable tube cutting machine is a fully automatic shrink tube cut to length machine driven by stepper motor, designed for cutting heat shrink tube,soft tube,sleeve, ribbon cable,foil, paper and other thin and soft materials, set cutting length and quantity, auto feeding, working and stop. Product NameFully Automatic Heat Shrink Tube Cutting MachineModel…

[starsailorstories]

Some household technologies people in the Rings might have:

Pneumatic mail/package delivery, usually just called ‘the pneumatic’--This is dependent on the orbiter having a system installed (literally just tubes that go from the local post office out under the streets and up the side of the building, with valves and redirects wherever things need to make a turn) but by the time of the trilogy most orbiters have. grandina has one in ‘7 rooms’ and back then they were very cutting-edge and expensive, but in just a few decades (in quinturns) it’s become a commonplace thing. There’s been talk, negative and positive, for that entire time about whether the pneumatic would replace actual live delivery people, but so far because Basileans are so used to buying and selling things at a bit of a remove (because of the stigma around flexible currency) they’re still doing a steady business.

Sterilizer cabinets--Germs in andromeda are adapted to the host species available to them in andromeda, and because astraeas’ (and all astrobiological beings’) upper respiratory systems are generally pretty dry, that means spreading in the literal air rather than airborn liquids. As such an earth-style kleenex, handkerchief or face mask won’t do much (even though i’ve DEFINITELY drawn bolt wearing perfectly humanlike scrubs feat. paper surgical mask whoops) and instead they use little glass dishes that vacuum-seal to the face, or for situations where something hands-free is needed basically a small air filter strapped over the head and again sealed to the face. (No one was wondering this but the other breathing holes on their necks and sides reflexively close up to direct irritants to the mouth and nose so they can be got rid of. Now you know.) But these don’t do much good unless you wash them after use and similar to a hand-washed dish a hand-washed faceglass is inherently a lil germy. Not unacceptably so! But many people would prefer them cleaner, and that’s why sterilizer cabinets were invented. Think of a simpler, hotter, skinnier dishwasher. They were intended for things which are Breathed Into (including vapor tea/vaporbooze ware) but a lot of people use the bigger built-in ones (they range from toaster sized to spice cabinet sized) for shoes and shrink-proof gloves too. Incidentally this is basically how lux uses her dishwasher on earth and once you have this concept it immediately makes sense why she wanted one and why she does it like that

Washing machines for clothes do exist, but because astraeas don’t wash clothes as often as humans do and don’t have particularly extensive wardrobes (or if they do they’re well-off enough to have servants to do it), they’re not standard or commonplace. The exception is families that have a lot of young kids, which, like, if your colony is in a Situation, your Mother pressing 5 or 6 or 7 or 8 three-year-olds on you (particularly if your spouse makes good money and you can afford to stay home) and saying good luck is not unheard of

This is stretching the parameters of this post because it’s both pretty low tech and a technology that fully exists here on earth even though it’s no longer widely used, but prior to having the aforementioned vapor tea and vapor booze widely available as packaged consumer products, a lot of astraeas had kipp generators at home and would buy their consumables in solid or liquid form to prepare fresh and hipsters and connoisseurs and people with more time on their hands than money to spend tend to still prefer them. They’re like...the cultural equivalent of slow-brew coffee.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 12- Whatever It Takes

Summary: This is it, you’re finally going to help save the world and if all goes to plan, bring Bucky back in the process.

Warning: bit o angst

Masterlist

It’s been a solid month since Tony and Rocket have been crafting tirelessly on the construction of the giant time portal machine type deal, or whatever he’s calling it nowadays. And to your great surprise, as well as everyone else’s, the first test run with Clint was an undeniable success.

Compared to the first one with Scott, things have come a long way.

Clint was able to wander around in that alternate universe for a couple minutes without returning with so much as a single scratch. Thus boosting the teams confidence and excitement for the inevitable time heist that’s in the works. So as of now, everyone���s currently brainstorming as to how this will go about for the most successful mission possible.

“Okay, so the how works.” Begins Steve as everyone sits around the large meeting room, glass screens projecting info about the stones displayed in the background, “Now, we gotta figure out the when and where. Almost everyone in this room has had an encounter with at least one of the six Infinity Stones...”

Tony cuts in with his spout of knowledge, “Or substitute the word “encounter” for “damn near been killed” by one of the six Infinity Stones.” Damn straight, your ass got launched into a Wakandian tree last you saw those goddamn stones.

“Well I haven’t..” Interjects Scott with a puzzled look, confusion clear in his voice, “..but I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about.” Oh right, he missed out on all the fun while he was fucking around in the quantum realm.

Sitting on the table you shrug, “Be glad you’ve never seen them, those fucking space rocks will kick your ass if used less then kindly, but it doesn’t matter now. From my understanding we only have enough Pym Particles for one round-trip each.” You explain as they all listen intently, “And clearly these fucking stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history.”

Tony nods, “Our history. So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in, yeah?”

“Which means we have to pick out targets.” Adds Clint as Tony points in his direction, “Correct.”

Steve soon gains everyone’s attention once again, “So, let’s start with the Aether. Thor, what do you know?” Asks the blonde, all eyes turn towards the back corner of the room to find Thor slouched in an armchair, beer can in hand while the other one keeps partially hidden in his pajama pants.

A dark pair of sunglasses conceals whether he’s currently awake or not. “Is he asleep?” Wonders Natasha as Rodney humorously adds, “No, no. I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

A few soft chuckles are heard as you listen intently to the god of thunder, “He’s alive, and most definitely sleeping off that last beer.” You muse as they all give a collective curious brow while you simply shrug, “I can hear his heartbeat, and it’s low enough to tell me he’s not dead.....Well, at least not yet.” You mutter, eyeing up the sleeping giant as an idea sparks into your head.

A second later you pick up a discarded empty beer can sitting right next to you on the table before throwing it at the snoozing god, the thin metal smacks against his forehead with that familiar pop of the can sound, falling to the ground with a crackly ting as Thor jolts awake. And back to the land of the living.

“Nordic Santa you’re up.” His head snaps in your direction as he gives a semi-awkward half grin. 

“Ah right, right, thank you angry one.” Points Thor with a genuine smile now as he quickly gets up before walking over to the screen depicting the red swirly like stone substance. Although soon he delves into the finding of the red mass, what it did to his former flame, that he took her to Asgard seeking help for her sickness, how he showed Jane to his mother, and then he immediately got sad and lost all motivation and train of thought on anything related to that stone.

Ah yes, personal trauma. It’ll do that to you.

Later that day when everyone was feasting on some Chinese takeout, Rocket began an in-depth explanation into where the Power Stone was found; by some guy named Quill who stole it from a planet called Morag. After some time later, Nebula revealed that the Soul Stone was retrieved from Vormir, the place where Thanos murdered her sister Gamora.

It’s been an interesting day to day the least.

Now here you are, slouched comfortably in a lounge chair you stole from the other room, flipping around a pocketknife as Natasha and Tony lay on the nearby table with Bruce sprawled out on the floor in all his Banner-Hulkness. Books scattered everywhere as the two Avengers keep comfortable on some decorative couch pillows as you listen to them brainstorm about the stones whereabouts.

Flipping the knife skillfully between your fingers an idea suddenly pops into your head, “Hey what about that time stone guy you were talking about earlier.”

Banner hums, “Doctor Strange.”

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?” Wonders Natasha as you mentally question the same proposition when Tony gives his quick witted answer. “Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit-from-hat.”

“Nice place in the Village, though.” Adds Bruce, Tony agreeing in an instant. “Yeah, on Sullivan Street?”

“Mmm....Bleecker Street.” Mutters Banner as Natasha interrupts, face shifting to realization. “Wait, he lived in New York?”

“No, he lived in Toronto.” Sasses Tony as Banner reveals the truth. “Uh, yeah, on Bleecker and Sullivan.”

Tony coming back with more playful sarcasm, “Have you been listening to anything?”

Suddenly it feels like a lights been switched on in your brain, “Guys.” You quickly implore as they keep silent to listen, “If you pick the right year, wouldn’t there be three stones in New York?” Their faces all collectively shift to astonished realization when Bruce quickly sits up to look at you. “Shut the front door.”

“Well at least someone is paying attention.” Quips Tony as Natasha smacks him with a book.

——

“All right.” Begins Steve as the whole team gathers in the meeting room, “We have a plan. Six stones, three teams, one shot.”

You nod, smirking with excitement, “Let’s get these fuckers and maybe end up saving the world while we’re at it.” He sends you a proud grin and within the next half an hour are the eleven of you suited up and standing in a large circle atop the glass of the giant time portal.

“Five years ago, we lost. All of us....we lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones. Get them back. One round-trip each. No mistakes....no do-overs.”

“Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives...and we’re gonna win.” Affirms Steve with a mutual nod, “Whatever it takes.” He gives one last look around the circle of familiar faces before nodding, “Good luck.”

Nudging the muscular blonde, he shares a small smile with you as you quickly return it, “You practice that last night?” Steve chuckles at your amusing comment while Rocket and Scott gush over his admittedly incredible motivational speech skills.

“Just thought the team could use the confidence boost.” Admits Steve as Bruce flicks the motherboards switches to get the time portal up and running. The machine whirs to life while everyone begins putting on their helmets.

Your slightly apprehensive gaze trails to your left where Natasha is standing, she gives a playful smirk as you force a true smile, “See you in a minute.” Chides the red head as you break out into a smirk.

“будь осторожен там Romanoff.” You add, shifting into your natural dialect that she’s all to familiar with, your actual words translating to “be careful out there” as you give her one last flash of a grin.

A hot second later, your body shrinks to the size of an atom as you feel like you’re entire body is free falling out of an airplane in some strange rainbow colored portal that shifts to shimmering diamonds and then finally a blue coral type texture as you find your teams designed route down some swirling tube of blues and bright white lights until at last you land in...

“Holy shit look at this place.” You mutter in absolute awe at the large golden pillars of Asgard, there was no fucking way you were missing out on traveling to this realm. And anyways, Steve kinda made it your task to keep the potbellied god of thunder in check as yourself and Rocket attempt to locate the Reality Stone with Lebowski as your generous tour guide.

Thor smiles fondly, proudly beaming at you with a rare form of happiness as he points towards the large cavernous halls of the royal palace, “Oh this? Yeah, it’s neat isn’t it, I grew up here....played games down this very hallway actually. Me and some friends used to spar one another as children down here with wooden sticks that looked like swor...”

“Thor.” Interrupts Rocket with an annoyed huff, “Remember why we’re actually here.”

You nod in agreement, quickly remembering the current mission, “He’s right. No time to dwell on fond memories, we need to find that stone before anyone sees us. And going by the logic of literally every time traveling movie I’ve ever seen, which admittedly isn’t a lot, but it’s enough that I know no one can see us. Especially you Thor, that would be a big problem for this timeline, so lead the way.”

“Yes, right on that, good point Y/N....okay um...” He looks around for a moment before pointing in the direction of choice, which is down a long spacious hallway, “This way, no ones gonna see us if we go by the dungeons.” Explains Thor as he quickly leads the way down the obnoxiously long hallway that thankfully is decently vacant.

After about five minutes of trekking around the castles interior, Thor guides you and Rocket down a long stairwell of dark grey stone until you reach the bottom floor. There are large basins of fire lighting the way down the lengthy hallway pass, he jogs past a couple golden tinged cells holding a few odd looking prisoners on your way out.

No doubt these fuckers look like they deserve it.

You pay them no mind as Thor hustles silently across the flooring to a door on the far end, though as you’re shuffling past another cell, your eyes land on the green and black clad slender body of a dark haired man laying atop his bed. Face focused towards the white ceiling as he tosses a cylindrical piece of metal in a repeated rhythm only done by that of an incredibly bored individual.

That must be his brother Loki, you draw into conclusion while racing out of sight of the trickster god while Rocket makes haste by your side. Kind of handsome, you think as an unknowing smile finds itself onto your face. God Y/N you truly are a desperate woman. No, just no.

Eventually, Thor leads your little team of three upstairs to some large balcony type area with a grand view of Asgard, the three of you keeping hidden behind one of the multitude of intricately decorated pillars as he eyes up a woman halfway out of a giant door while she accepts some clothing from a maid.

His bearded face lights up in joy as he points a finger towards the brunette woman, “Oh, there’s Jane.” Whispers Thor as she closes the door, the Asgardian maiden leaving and walking elsewhere down another yawning chamber.

“All right.” Starts Rocket as he stands on some ancient rock covered in unknown hieroglyphics before jumping down to face the two of you once the coast is clear, “Here’s the deal tubby. You’re gonna charm her, Y/N’s gonna keep watch, and I’m gonna poke her with this thing..” He shows some strange metal device with three silver prongs sticking out of it, “...and extract the Reality Stone, and get gone lickety-split.”

The optimism off of this creature never fails to astound you.

“Yeah, what he said.” You add with a shrug in Rocket’s direction as Thor sniffs before raising up a finger. “I’ll be right back, okay? The wine cellar is just down here...” Interjects Thor as he slowly begins walking away, clearly ready to abandon his part in the mission, “My father used to have this huge barrel of Aakonian ale. I’ll see if the scullery has a couple of to-go cups.”

“Hey. Hey!” You whisper yell, causing him to stop for the moment, “Aren’t you drunk enough already? Fuck that fancy wine we got better things to do.” You urgently vouch just as some doors loudly open nearby, immediately the three of you hide behind the stone of hieroglyphics and watch as a long haired woman leads the way, a multitude of servants in her wake as she says something about giving books to Loki from the library.

“Who’s the fancy broad?” Wonders Rocket as you raise an intrigued brow at Thor, his eyes never once leave the woman’s as he takes a steady breath, “That’s my mother.” Reveals the disheartened god, a sudden sadness lacing his very words that does not go unnoticed by you, “She dies today.”

Your breath catches in your throat at this sudden tragic news of great loss, you remember when you lost your own mother by the filthy hands of Hydra and how they helped you quickly forget about her. You didn’t have anytime to grieve or even question her sudden disappearance for that matter, “Oh, shit...that’s today.”

You share a nervous look with Rocket as Thor begins taking some deep almost panicked breaths, his emotions all rising together like a swelling storm as his face shifts to an afflicted pain, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this....” Rambles Thor with a shake of his blonde mane, eyes displaying panic, “..I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come. It’s a bad idea!” Whisper yells Thor as he anxiously shifts from one foot to the other.

“Come here.” Beacons Rocket from his perch on the rock.

“No, no, no...” Deviates Thor as he waves his hands nervously in the air like he’s trying to flick some mud off of them, “I think I’m having a panic attack.” Worries the flushed faced god. 

“Come here. Right here.” Says Rocket as he points to the rock, an increase in irritation shifting the tone of his voice while Thor breaths heavily, clearly not on board with whatever Rocket’s going to tell him.

“No, no, no, guys I can’t...I can’t do this, I’m sorry but I’m not ready, I can’t...” Thwack, Thor yelps in surprise at your intentionally weak assault on his large bicep, “Y/N what was that for?” He half-offendedly demands, brows furrowed in confusion at the flash of anger racing across your sour glare.

“You think you’re the only one who lost people?” You snap as he lowers his head like a beaten dog, “What the fuck do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only person I ever loved, Rocket lost his whole family, gone, just like that.” You affirm with a snap of your fingers.

His face grows conflicted as you suddenly lose your heated aurora, face falling into a frown as you place a comforting hand upon his shoulder, “Thor, I know it hurts that you lost your mom...believe me I get it, but she’s gone. And there are plenty of people who are only kinda gone, and you can help them.”

Thor nods apprehensively as you share a small smile with him, “So if it’s not too much to ask, can you get your shit together for the next however long this is going to take so we can save the world?” 

Rocket chuckles before gaining the both of yours attentions. “Agreed. Now all you gotta do is make schmoopy talk to Pretty Pants and when she’s not looking, suck out the Infinity Stone and help us get our family back. Aight?”

Thor nods once more, face twisting into a saddened pain a he looks down to the floor, “Okay.” Mumbles the god of thunder weakly, face reddening as his eyes get glossy. You let him take a breath as he avoids your gaze at all costs, eyes beginning to water while he tries to play it off.

Giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze, your brows furrow in puzzlement, “Are you crying?”

He shakes his head, some tears slipping despite his verbal protest, “No.” Mutters Thor weakly as his tearful gaze finally picks up to meet you, “Yes..” Squeaks out the teary eyed god while his eyes flicker from the far wall to your face once more, “...Y/N, I feel like I’m losing it. I don’t, I don’t know what I’m doing...I just feel so...shit I don’t know anymore.” Admits the fearful Asgardian as he avoids your softening yet slightly annoyed gaze.

oh, Thor you sad motherfucker. I’ve been there.

Rolling your eyes you gently shake his shoulder for emphasis, “Listen to me you big lion, get your shit together! You can do this. You’re the god of thunder for fucks sake, you can do this Thor.” His face turns into a surprisingly more confident expression as he huffs with a self-assured nod. “I can do this.”

“Yeah...I can do this.” Repeats the Asgardian with a sniffle.

Smirking, you give his arm a friendly smack, “Good. Now let’s do this and get the fuck out of here.” You add before swiftly turning on your heel as you and Rocket lead the way to the door, reaching it, the talking raccoon tugs on your leg before you get a chance to open it. “What is it now?”

“Y/N, we lost him.”

“What?!” Realizing Thor has indeed slipped away and out of sight, you clench your fists in irritation, “Goddammit.” You seethe before looking down at Rocket, “Whatever, we’ll find marshmallow fluff later, let’s just get this stupid rock.”

——

Racing down the palaces golden hallways, your boots thud against the stony ground as Rocket runs on all fours right behind you, “I almost hope they catch you!” You shout in between the yelling of the royal guards as they hastily pursue the two of you down the hallway.

“We got the stone didn’t we!” Snaps Rocket as you pick up your pace. 

“We gotta make it back first you dumbfuck!”

He grumbles something unintelligible before you follow the beer tinged scent of Thor into another room, he’s speaking with his mother when they quickly turn around, “Oh, uh, hello...uh, queen something.” You mutter before Rocket practically smacks into the back of your legs. “I got the thing. Come on. We gotta move.”

Thor nods, speaking some last final heartfelt goodbyes to his mother before abruptly stopping the countdown to three just so he can summon his hammer. After a couple lengthy seconds, Mjolnir falls right into his strong grasp causing Thor to laugh and smile in excitement. “I’m still worthy! I’m still worthy.”

Rocket shares a look with you, “Oh, boy.” Mumbles the raccoon as you simply roll your eyes at the bearded Asgardian prince. A moment later the three of you are sucked into the time portal once again before landing on the glass of the time portal machine.

“Did we get them all?” You hear Steve ask in wonder as you hold your stomach from the jostling ride back.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” You mutter as Rodney smiles in excitement at everyone around him and the stones in their proximity. “Are you telling me this actually worked?”

Taking a deep breath to steady your turning stomach, all eyes turn to Clint as he suddenly falls to his knees, face a mask of saddened grief that sparks panic in your heart. “Clint, where’s Nat?” Questions Bruce as your face falls.

Not her, not Natasha too.

Standing solemnly on the Facility’s large dock with the teams main Avengers in various places close by, you lean against one of the thin steel beams, a deep frown on your lips while your fingers anxiously play with Bucky’s dog tags around your neck.

“Do we know if she had family?” Questions Tony to no on in particular.

Steve swallows thickly, a couple free tear stains falling down the side of his cheeks, “Yeah. Us.” Mutters the blonde gloomily as you bite your bottom lip to keep from crying again.

“What?” Wonders Thor almost in disbelief as Tony gives him a quizzical look, “Yeah, no, you guys are acting like she’s dead. Why are we acting like she’s dead? We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones Cap, we can bring her back. Isn’t that right?” Adds Thor, glancing between all of you before facing Tony again, “So, stop this shit. We’re the Avengers. Get it together...”

“Can’t get her back.” Interrupts Clint dismally, eyes still set on the open water beyond the compound.

Thor’s brows furrow in befuddlement, “Wh-what...”

“It can’t be undone. It can’t.” Insists Clint, voice slightly wavering in despair; Thor then starts chuckling at the absurdity of the whole shitty situation before rambling about space magic and that there must be another way. Clint on the other hand quickly gets heated about this and promptly snaps at Thor about some red floaty guy he met who revealed once the Soul Stone is taken, the one sacrificed can never come back. Ever.

Soon things calmed down again, though still a rather gloomy atmosphere still lingers like a persistent hazy fog even after they all left, leaving no one but yourself and Steve on the dock. He keeps a steady gaze on the rippling water as he lets his sadness take its course, this is indeed a heavy blow to bear.

Letting out a shaky breath, you move from the leaning against the beam to instead find a spot next to him on the wooden bench. Dog tags still clutched in your fist as you steal a glance at the tearful man. You’ve admittedly never seen him so upset, well, you both may have shared a good cry when Bucky was whipped from existence five years ago. That was the first time you ever truly bonded with anyone from the team, the first time Steve and Natasha showed you their vulnerability. 

And for that, you’ve formed a stronger bond with them that you’d never thought possible. They welcomed you into the compound like an old friend, always treated you with respect and gave you room when you needed it. And even when you didn’t want to be around anyone, they still forced you into playing cards with them anyways, among other dumb games. Which annoyingly so, is what your sad little self needed back then.

 But without Natasha, without her beaming heart and fierce attitude to keep fighting through the unknown and murky waters, you’re not even sure if this would all still be conceivable. Or if you’d even still be here with all of them for that matter, you might have gone on an angry warpath just as Clint did when everyone he ever loved was snatched from him forever. 

So why, after all this time and pain, is she the one who had to go? It’s not fare. And your heart feels broken all over again; sniffling, you swallow thickly before turning your head a little in Steve’s direction, “I didn’t know her for as long as you guys did.....but she was, really the best of us..” You laugh dismally.

 Voice shaky as you hold Bucky’s tags close to your chest, “..If not better. She was the first Avenger I ever met you know, the only piece of my past that didn’t try to murder me on sight, actually. I liked her. She was who I needed to get me through my grief, among other things huh...and uh...I will miss her.....a lot.”

Nothing is heard except for the low rustling of the nearby trees as a soft wind blows into your faces, Steve clasps his hands together, turning to you, “Funnily enough, it took me some time to completely trust her, but now....there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.” Mutters Steve with the flash of a genuine smile as he thinks fondly on Natasha, who you wish more then anything could still be here to celebrate the hard work of finding those goddamn stones.

It’s not fucking fare.

Swallowing thickly, you nod in agreement as more hot tears trail down your somber face, “The world will owe her their lives and never even know it.....but I will, we all will. Her memory will live on if I can help it, we owe her that much.”

Steve slowly nods, thumbs fiddling together anxiously as he mutters a raspy, “Yeah.”

You rest a comforting hand atop his broad shoulder as he shares a mutually dismal look with you, “We’ve already lost so much already and she fought for this like no once else did, we will avenge her Steve. I don’t doubt she knows it.”

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Friday Night Rehabilitation (CN:  incarceration, forced sex work, machinery, state violence, noncon, pepper spray, throat fucking, rimming, piss)

The balls were the best part of Becky's job. Small balls in dangling sacks, fat balls almost shrink-wrapped by their skin, smooth ones, hairy ones, sweaty balls, powdery balls, washed or unwashed, whatever the balls were, Becky was thankful for them. She worshipped them, licked them, kissed and smooched them, whimpered in appreciation every time she was given an opportunity to show her devotion to the balls.

On her first day of imprisonment, Becky had not yet learned to love the balls. Her first user had fucked her throat until she was near-hysterical, then withdrew his cock and proffered his balls forward to be sucked. She hadn't realized what he was doing at first, and once she did, she shied away in disgust. Rather than attempt to convince her, the man simply shoved his cock back into her throat, plundered it even more energetically than before. Becky could remember the aftermath of that first session, her throat spasming in pain, cum burning her sinuses, and as her head withdrew back through the wall and into the restraining measures, a robotic voice informed her that the user's one-star review had added an additional seven days to her sentence. She could barely get a sob out before the silicone gag forced itself back into her mouth and the breathing tubes wormed their way into her nostrils.

Before the end of her first shift, she had learned that ball-worship was a reprieve. They were the only respite she had from man after man battering her tonsils and reaming out her gullet, and if she wasn't licking, sucking and worshipping the balls, she would instead find them pressed against her nose, creating a perfect airtight seal as she spasmed around the dick in her throat. After each man finished she would either be used immediately by another man or withdrawn back into the restraining measures, which choked and throttled her in an even-more sadistic way than the men did, carefully measuring out her breaths and blood oxygen readings to ensure she got the exact amount of air required for her safety, not a gasp more, not a gasp less. When she was given a pair of balls to lick and suck she could breathe almost freely, let them rest in her mouth, and steel herself for the throat-fucking that would continue shortly. Some men didn't fuck her throat at all, they would stroke their cocks while she slurped on their nuts before feeding her their creamy sperm, these men were her favorites, and she felt a swell of relief every time she recognised their shoes approaching her.

Eating ass was a respite, and when she had worked pre-imprisonment as a hooker Becky had considered herself an expert at rimming, but the problem was positioning: her restraining device was built into a wall inside the men's toilets of a chain adult bookstore. When a user wanted service, they pressed a button, and Becky's head would be pushed through the wall at hip-height, her head hanging upside-down, with metal inserts fitted between her teeth to prevent her from closing her mouth or biting down. Some of the men enjoyed having their assholes eaten, and from Becky's perspective it was better than another throat-fuck, but she had to strain her neck muscles and force her tongue forward for every lick and flick. Balls were almost comfortable in comparison.

She wished that the man face-fucking her would let her lick his balls. His cock was thin at the tip but wide enough in the middle that it felt as if he would split her neck apart from the inside. She'd had a dozen users already today, but she was never able to keep track, and never knew if this meant she had a handful or a hundred throat-fucks left that shift. Once her shift was over she'd get a "rest" in the restraining device, fitful and drug-induced, and then the next shift would start. She "worked" four days on and four days off, and on her days off she was released from the machine and returned to her solitary cell in the prison's Rehabilitative Research wing.

They told her that her shifts were twelve hours but she had no way of knowing. There were no clocks and no windows either in the toilet or her prison cell, and even the solitary exercise cage was indoors. She didn't know the day, month, or even time of year, she didn't even know how long she had left on her sentence. A guard had told her to shut up when she'd asked through the food slot, and when she persisted in asking, he sprayed his pepper spray through the slot and cut off the water in her cell for a day. After that, she learned to only speak when spoken to.

The man fucking her came, never stopping his long, deep strokes, the force of his thrusts pushing cum out between her lips and up through her sinuses. Once his cock softened he left the tip in Becky's mouth. She stifled a groan and did her best to seal her lips around it before he started pissing. It was too fast and too much to drink all of the nauseatingly bitter liquid, but she guzzled enough to stop it from splashing all over his pants and shoes. She heard the chime of a five-star rating as the man walked away, and another man walked up to replace him.

The next man was a cop. Becky didn't know his name, but she recognised him, first by gait and then by taste. He'd been involved in her arrest. Turning tricks without being part of a licensed brothel meant a two grand fine and a six month suspended sentence for being a public nuisance, but doing so with another girl in the car meant pimping charges for both of them. Two year minimum plus extras, because the cops would always throw in a baggie of crystal meth and an unlicensed firearm into the car to keep the DA happy, so ten years in state with the possibility of parole after four years. The alternative was a rehabilitation program run through a private org, between six and eighteen months based on behaviour.

She'd begged to serve out her full sentence in state, oh she'd begged. They ignored begging, usually. They didn't ignore kicking and screaming. When they'd put her back in solitary after her first four days of work, she'd refused to come out. Her fingers still ached at night from how tight they'd cuffed her wrists that day. A bull-dyke guard had yanked down Becky's pants while a second guard daubed pepper spray directly on her genitalia. She still tried to wriggle away from the claustrophobically-tight neoprene hood that prisoners wore during transport, so they pushed her face down on the concrete, kicked her ribs until she stopped flinching, and pulled the hood on regardless. The hood was so tight she couldn't even blink under it, and she feared it more than almost anything else in her captivity.

The cop pinched her nose while she licked his balls. She was used to sucking off cops for free to avoid getting hassled, and she never realized until now how mad that made cops, the idea that they could force a hooker to do something but she'd still be getting something out of it, even if "something" was just avoiding a night in a cell or a court appearance. When cops got a chance to force her to do something that she got nothing out of, they relished it. He fucked her roughly enough to make her puke, not that there was anything but spit, cum and piss to throw up. After he came, he wiped up the mess that had splattered on top of his boots with his fingers and fed it to her. Her only consolation was that the cops couldn't leave more than one review each.

The throat-rape blurred together until she had another pair of balls in her mouth. She moaned around them to show her appreciation. They smelled familiar, they might have belonged to one of her former Johns, not that either of them would ever know. She didn't know how she'd be able to go back to turning tricks after this, it had been a job, better than some of her other jobs, but she couldn't see how she'd associate sucking cock with anything other than cruel rapes, throat torture, pepper spray and living entombment once this was over. That was the 'rehabilitation' aspect, not to mention that it was harder to charge a hundred dollars for a blowjob when the adult bookshops gave them away for free.

An unwashed man flopped his half-hard cock into her mouth. Some of the users made a point to only have their cocks cleaned by the mouths of the unwilling girls here. If they did it to disgust and upset her, it half worked: the smell and taste was unpleasant, but the fact that they wanted to be licked and sucked on rather than plunged down Becky's gullet meant her work was easier, and by the time they wanted to fuck her throat, they were halfway finished. Besides, these ones always wanted their balls sucked. He left her with a pubic hair stuck to her tongue, which she tried fruitlessly to spit out, before the machine behind her whirred and pulled her back through the wall.

End of shift. Lubricated tubes wormed their way into her nostrils and past her sinuses, a cock-shaped gag filled her mouth and then inflated, filling every inch of her cheeks and throat until her whole face felt fit to burst. She felt woozy, and suddenly bloated—she was always fed and watered via enema while at work—and as the drugs kicked in she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Becky tried to think of balls as she drifted off. They would be the least painful thing she could dream of.

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the nights [leah rilke]

leah rilke x reader

part 2 of 3:00

requested by anon: omg can we please get a second part of 3:00 where the girls come up with an escape plan and when leah goes to her room and she’s not there. she finds her hooked up to sedatives and did get sick like she was scared she would LETS CONTINUE THIS ANGST TRAIN

warning: mentions of overdose and ptsd

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“Isolation isn’t that bad,” you remember telling yourself that every time back before the island.

For example, whenever you said no to a party and they’d tease you about you would just say: “Isolation isn’t that bad,”

Turns out it is.

You don’t know what happened, but your PTSD got worse. The amount of times Dr. Fader was sending nurses in to sedate you was becoming more time than you could remember.

But as they kept coming in the less it started working and the more doses they started giving you.

You don’t remember what happened, but the entire day you were feeling a little uneasy. You had a bunch of dizziness, difficulty breathing, and felt cold the entire day. So you tried your best to fall asleep and for the first time ever you fell asleep peacefully. Little did you know, that your life was on the line.

The facility hallways were dark at night. After taking a page from Leah’s book the girls all snuck in napkins and shoved them in their doors. Everyone except for you, who apparently missed the memo because the girls were now on their way to grab you and get out of the shit hole.

Leah remembered putting the napkin there to allow you to walk in and out freely. But with your state of mind it was a lot harder for you to remember simple things.

She pushed open the door to see your room empty, even checking the bathroom to make sure you weren’t in there, but came up empty.

“Where is she?” Fatin whispered.

Leah shrugged, “I don’t know, but I don’t have a good feeling about this,”

“You never have a good feeling about anything,” Rachel pointed out and Dot smacked her arm, “What? I’m not lying,”

“We don’t have much time Leah, we got to find her if we want to get out of here,” Dot mentioned.

And for some reason the blue eyed paranoid brunette just knew. The aching feeling in her stomach just seemed to be proving her point.

She left her room in a quick dash leaving the other girls far behind, “Leah, wait,” Shelby whisper-yelled as the girls followed suit.

The brunette was already far ahead, walking as quickly as possible to the medical center. She peeked her head around the corner and made sure that there was no one there. Before entering the examination room.

And there you were. A IV hooked up to your arm and a ventilator covering your beautiful face. Leah let out a shaky breath rushing over to your side immediately, her face filled with tears.

She let out a small cry when she noticed a tube in your esophagus and a small machine sucking stuff up out and into this small bag.

“Baby, what happened?” she whispered, brushing the hair away from your face as she watched your sleeping face.

There was no way she could leave the facility now, not with you in this condition.

“Leah! How could you leave us-“ Toni was about to scold her when her eyes landed on your condition. The blue eyed girl turned towards her friends with tears pouring down her face.

“What the hell happened?” Fatin questioned.

Leah let out another muffled sob, “I knew. I knew she was struggling and I just wanted to be with her and stay with her, but they took her away. I knew she was going to be sick. I should’ve been with her, I should’ve,” she whispered over and over again.

Shelby rushed to her side, pulling her close and holding her. The two grew close ever since the incident where the blonde decided to cut her hair and have a small breakdown.

Dot just stood there in shock, horrid flashbacks started filling her mind from when her dad was sick. But she snapped it out of it as quickly as she could rubbing at her eyes.

She scanned the room for some type of chart and found one right by the door. As she skimmed over the chart she realized her mouth opened agape. All of the girls were sitting around your bedside or trying to console a now sobbing Leah.

“What happened Dot?” Leah asked, noticing the somber look on her face.

She didn’t quite know how to say it, but she tried her best, clearing her throat, “Y/N’s in a coma right now,” and that’s all it took for Leah to sob even louder, despite the crack in her voice Dot continued, “She was given too many shots of sedative liquids to the point where the higher does caused her to overdose,”

“They’ve been sedating her?” Rachel asked, “Like we’re in some fucked up asylum. Have they done it to anyone else?”

Most of the girls shook their head, but Leah nodded. It only happened to her twice, but never as more times as you experienced it.

“Agent Young found her unconscious in bed,” Dot whispered.

“I should’ve been there with her,” Leah mumbled.

Shelby wrapped her arms around the girl, “You couldn’t have known,”

“But I did. One night Agent Young got me out of my room to help her because her PTSD caused a panic attack. I knew she was gonna get sick and Dr. Fader came in and took me away. He wouldn’t let me stay with her and the next thing I know she’s in a fucking coma!” she explained.

“We can’t leave now guys,” Toni brought up, “Not with the state that she’s in. I don’t know about you guys, but we have lost way too many people to lose her too,”

“She needs us,” Fatin whispered.

There was a clearing of throat by the door. Everyone’s head snapped to the side. There Dr. Fader was, disappointed again at the sight of all of them out of their room.

“Why are you guys here? How did you even get out?” he asked, but none of the girls were going to answer, “All of you need to leave right now!”

“What are you gonna do, huh? Sedate us to the point of overdose like you did Y/N!” Toni screamed.

“See now that’s not fair, Y/N was struggling with some major anxiety and PTSD, she needed something to help keep her calm,” he explained.

Dot scoffed, “You’re a doctor, right?” he only nodded, “Then you should know that sedatives are highly addictive and your body gets used to them the more you use. You practically set her up for this!”

“I should’ve been there with her,” Leah finally mumbled, yet again, “I should’ve fucking been there with her!!”

Everyone seemed to shrink at the sound of her screams, “My girlfriend is on the brink of death because you wouldn’t let me stay with her. She didn’t need sedatives she needed me, she needed us!”

The girl collapsed back into the chair that she was once sitting in, lying her head on the edge of the bed. She grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together, your skin was cold against her warm ones. She squeezed your hand tightly.

“Love, please, I’m sorry. I should’ve been there, I should’ve been there,” Leah kept mumbling to you.

“There’s no harm in this,” Shelby tried to explain, “We just want to be here to support our friend and make sure she’s okay,”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that,” he snapped his fingers like an ominous villain in one of those classic movies.

There were five nurses with needles in their hands and bigger agents with them. Agent Young was nowhere to be seen. The agents wrapped their arms around each girl.

“Hey get your hands off of me!” Fatin screamed as the liquid was being shot through her.

Toni and Dot were putting up a fight even elbowing the agents in the face, but at the end of the day it was no use, “Fuck you!” Toni yelled before going limp along with Dot.

Every girl seemed to be out for the count when arms wrapped Leah to steady her. She flailed in their arms, “No let me go! Please! Just let me stay with her! Fuck!”

No one was listening to her though. She placed a small kiss against your cheek, trying her best to push off the inevitable doom.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there,” was all she could get out.

Isolation isn’t that bad.

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The Advantage of Using Wire Cutting and Stripping Machines

Stripping a cable is not just a time-consuming task, but it can also turn out to be annoying and tiring, especially since it is not like that is the only job you have at hand. Thus, Automatic Wire Cutting and Stripping Machine are helpful. Read on to know more about these machines.

They can be used to strip and cut all kinds of cables of any thickness without the need to waste energy and time. It is even better when the machines are automatic, just as the ones that companies like Shenzhen Aituo Automation Device Co., Ltd manufacture, because that means even lesser hassle for you. The utility of these wire cutting and stripping machines mostly stem from the fact that the cables can be fragile or thin, and it feels tough to strip them by your hand. The sharp serrated teeth of the machines can easily reach the core of the cables to remove the shell and minimize the hassle.

Now, the fact is that with so many different kinds of stripping machine available in the market finding precisely what you need, can be a bit difficult, as in the case of other machines like Heat Shrink Sleeve Cutting Machine. Some machines are really expensive, while others have a fairly reasonable price. However, the price is not the only thing you should consider. Use of good quality material in the construction and durability, along with the ease of use are also the factors that you need to keep in mind.

Shenzhen Aituo Automation Device Co., Ltd deals in quality products when we talk about cutting and stripping machines. Feel free to explore. You won't feel disappointed.

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10 Advantages of Shrink Sleeve Label Applicator Machine

Shrink sleeve labels have become increasingly popular in the packaging industry due to their ability to wrap around containers of any shape and size, providing maximum coverage, a 360-degree branding surface, and offering many creative ways to take advantage of their flexibility. Siddhivinayak Engineering’s range of Shrink Sleeve Label  Applicator Machine offers a variety of features, including high-speed labeling, precise positioning, and easy operation. We’re a leading manufacturer & exporter of Automatic Shrink Sleeve Label Applicator Machine in Ahmedabad, India. These machines are versatile and can handle a wide range of containers, from bottles and jars to cans and tubes.

Advantages of Shrink Sleeve Label Applicator Machine-

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