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a-twistedheartslonging · 8 months ago

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Floyd/Reader Mafia AU

Injuries, masochism on Floyd's end, stitching wounds, mentions of violence, no sex but Floyd is weird and busts a nut.

They/Them used for the reader.

Floyd is going to get himself killed…young too.

They couldn't help but think it as they kneeled between the needlessly long legs of said man, seated on a well-worn leather stool. The make shift surgery room was quiet save for the sound of their shared breaths and the dripping of the near by sink's leaky faucet.

From what they heard from the others the job was supposed to be something simple. “Just in and out.”

I really shouldn't be surprised. It made sense Floyd would be the one to complicate things…again. He’s a smart and clever person, they knew this well but…boredom can be dangerous when it comes to certain people.

They couldn't help but let out a tired sigh.

Of course, he would be the one to turn it into a shoot-out.

And now they are picking buckshot and glass of out Floyd's bleeding side. His face would tighten up in pain for a moment, showing off sharp teeth, before relaxing slightly and letting out a giggle.

Floyd always did seem to enjoy the strangest things.

They look from their work for a moment and into his eyes, they see that manic spark that always seemed to glow brighter whenever he saw them.

Floyd…wanted them, they knew that. Why he did? They really didn't know. They weren't self sure like like him or the others, not strong, or particularly interesting. Hell they weren't even a real doctor, just a medical school dropout.

Not breaking eye contact he spoke. “Fuck Doc, it hurts.” He let out a groan before a grin becgain to spread on his face.“I gotta make sure to kill that fella next time.”

They quickly looked away, bringing their eyes back to their work.

Aaah I really hope I don’t have to see when it happens.

Nervously they picked out another piece of glass, being as gentle as they could with the jagged tear in his flesh.

They heard a hiss coming from him when removing this shard before dropping it into a metal container with the others. A large hand suddenly gripped their shoulder and pulled them up some, causing them to let out a startled noise.

“Eh, Doc, can't ya be more careful? It might leave a scar.”

They tried to keep neutral it but couldnt help but make a face at that.

Oh please. They knew full well he liked his scars, he even thought they made him look cool. They lost count of how many times he would show them off and insisted they touch them and…he keeps calling them that. He must really like making fun of them.

“Stop…stop calling me that.”

“Huh? Nah, don't think so. You're my cute little Doctor Shrimp, always patching me up.”

They look over his shoulder to stare at the wall as he speaks, eye contact would be too much. Especially with their position. Being between a grown man's legs certainly wasn't helping with their anxiety, nor did they make it a habit to be around men in such a way.

“You ignoring me Doc? That aint very nice.” Floyd muttered.

They shook their head, they weren't.

“Then why don't you-”

The interrupted “I, uhm, I need to stitch your wounds now Floyd.” They spoke quickly. Whatever Floyd wanted them to do, they really shouldn't. Best to finish this as soon as they can.

And so they stuck the needle into him.

Floyd yelped. His body twitched and he squeezed his eyes shut as the needle moved through his flesh. In and out it went, sewing his skin together.

“Worst pain I've ever felt, Doc.” He said, but he was lying through his teeth. How could this be worse than everything else he's been through? Shot, stabbed, and even suffered through broken bones for god's sake…all things they took care of for him.

They pulled at the thread and Floyed trembled, high spots of red rising in his cheeks. With each stab of the needle, his body shivered.

As they dragged the wound shut, a different kind of groan tumbled out.

They stopped at hearing the sound, heat rushing to their face. Without meaning to, they brushed against his thigh, and Floyd went stiff.

They looked down and saw the state of Floyd's pants. He was hard.

The pain. Jeez, he was getting…off on the pain. It was either the pain, the attention, or both. Jade had the weirdest reactions to everything.

The air around them turned hot. They were sweating, but their hands were cold and clammy under thier surgical gloves. Whatever Floyd thought this was, whatever he was feeling, they really shouldn’t encourage it.

“Go on, Doc, finish the job.” Floyd said, his tone taunting. When they looked at him, his expression was heated and almost…desperate. He looked so wrecked.

The sight of Floyd, his sounds, how pathetic he was right now…a wave of arousal went through them, followed by shame and further anxiety. They felt like thier were going to pass out.

I need to leave and soon.

They pulled the final stitch closed, finishing it.

With shaky hands they fumbled for the rubbing alcohol, letting the cap fall to the ground. Staring at the blood they hwsitated for a moment before carefully emptying the entire bottle onto the wound.

They poured it until the bottle was empty and tossed it away to be cleaned later, the plastic bottle bouncing off the floor.

They didn't truly want to hurt Floyd but they needed that heated expression to go away.

Floyd made a choked noise, sounding almost pathetic, and arched off the examination table. Rivulets of alcohol flowed down his skin, mixing with his blood. It dripped down his side, his stomach, and past the vee of his hips, soaking into his blood-stained pants.

He threw his head back, convulsing with pain. His mouth opened to utter a broken cry before falling backward, back hitting the examination table and body going limp.

They let out a gasp. “Oh…oh god.” Eye's locking onto a new wet patch at the front of his pants.

They...really shouldn’t have expected anything different. Floyd had made his…want of them clear. In his strange mind pain was just another outstretched hand to him. Part of them knew nothing they could do would dissuade him. It scared them but also…made them feel something else they really... shouldn't.

Floyd's mismatched eyes found them again, looking up at them half-lidded. With a smile, he licked his lips with a long inhuman tongue.

With a trembling hand, they reached for the door and quickly left the room.

#Inspired from a visual novel i played a long while ago.#floyd/reader #twst #twisted wonderland #floyd x reader #floyd leech #suggestive #twst x reader #mafia au

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ordowrites · 8 months ago

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since the wanderer is a literal puppet, imagine if he could have swappable genitalia - installing his own bottom surgery via some biotech and magic... the baby dream can finally be real (even if the cum may possibly be artificial as well? he can dream)

OH ANON YES .

cw: afab reader, breeding kink, yandere themes, possible ooc on wanderer's end, biting, marking, overstimulation, slight degradation (use of the term 'slut'), multiple orgasms (m.receiving), orgasm delay (f.receiving), begging, fingering (f.receiving), possessive behaviors. minors do not interact.

word count: 630

He has you pinned beneath him - his violet eyes are almost hypnotic as you stare into them, your breathing hard and your face flushed. He looks at you with a strange mix of reverence and animalistic need, hunger in him that you're never sure if you can ever quite satiate. You're covered in bite marks and hickies that will take forever to fade and are even harder to hide.

His cock is pressed against your core - wet and needy from hours of teasing with various toys, his mouth, and his fingers. Tonight is nowhere near finished and all you can do is brace yourself as he presses the head of his cock inside of you and you whine. It's a bit bigger than what you were expecting.

Your toes curl as you arch your back up and he grins, pleased with your reaction. He utters words into your ear, breath hot and teeth graze at your earlobe and you tremble. Yes, you silently agree - mind foggy. You are his.

The noises that fill the air are almost unholy for someone who had been created from divinity, his pace starts off slow and easy, allowing you just a few moments of adjustment before he picks up the pace. And you cling to him, whining and moaning, your body is your offering to him as he fucks you more into delirium than he ever has before.

"Fuck," he groans. "Gonna - you're gonna have my kids." He tells you and you can only moan in response. The Wanderer captures your lips with his, silencing you as he releases inside of you - once. You feel the cum fill you up - your eyes widening as you whine against him. He fucks you through his first orgasm, careful enough to keep you on edge. "Can't fucking wait. Be mine for ever - can't ever leave me."

You are at his mercy.

"We're not done," he breathes against you. "No tapping out now." The Wanderer grips your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eye. All you can do is nod as he starts again - perhaps this is one of those positives and negatives about having a boyfriend who isn't human. "Good slut. My good little slut."

He bites your throat, sucking hard and grins against your skin as a purple mark blossoms underneath.

"Wanderer," you gasp out as he fills you again with his seed - beings made from divinity are surely something else. You can only pray you don't actually get pregnant from this, you still have things you need to do, your studies to finish - graduation. "Please-"

"Shh," he coos. "I know." You whimper as his thrusts start to slow and hips stutter - he can only push you so far before you start passing out and honestly, the Wanderer isn't fond of such a thing. He releases inside of you once more time and you whine, hips bucking to remind him that you need to cum. "Good." he groans as he keeps you pinned down between his arms. "So fucking good - archons."

His praises are always so far and few between that you cling to those words as his fingers move to work at your clit - rubbing in slow, agonizing circles until the coil in your belly tightens and releases and you cry his name in relief and gratefulness that he allowed you to cum.

It takes a moment to register as he lays down next to you - cum dripping from your pussy - that his fingers are shoving it right back in and you're pressing against him. He wordlessly kisses your neck, teeth digging in skin he has yet to mark up.

And all you can do, with your mind fuzzy and body exhausted, as allow him to move your leg up and over his hip as he slowly enters you again.

#wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer genshin #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche genshin fanart #genshin wanderer #wanderer #the wanderer #ordo.txt #ordo.text

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greatgigintheskiess · 1 year ago

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With Me

Chapter 3: Obstacles to overcome

CW: (Implied) Child abuse, Physical torture, Lab Whump, Surgery, Vivisection, Broken bones

Word Count: 3.9 k

It all felt so real again, so intense. A soft steady stream of tears, lightly audible signs of distress, truncated erratic breathing- all in all under deep steady aches, shooting pain and burning in his muscles. Clenching his fists, a wheezed yelp escaped the boy's throat while leather restraints kept holding him down to cold metal. The care for his body paid off, then. This way, Six' body remained unharmed. He couldn't bruise himself by straining against his bonds, not tear his skin on rough rope or kick or thrash but the scalpels and needles and cold gloved hands digging into his skin could inflict whatever they pleased on the child's body.

The boy lay there helplessly, with only his mind and voice to use. The rest of his body was sore, piercing pain coming from his calves cutted open, where the doctors were sewing in wood splinters and broken glass stitch by stitch. The needle was pricking into his skin again and again and again, more tormenting from moment to moment. Six' limbs tightened and the sharp splinters and shards dug into his soft flesh, continuing to wear him out hopelessly.

He wanted to scream, to escape this awful torture so bad but couldn't, as many masked figures were staring down on him, inspecting and guarding every breath of his, holding him tight in addition to the restraints.

But the child cried nevertheless, throwing the scientists off guard and distracting them from doing their work in silence. Suddenly, the boy felt a warm breath prickling on his left ear as he didn't dare to open his eyes and sobbed slightly under his breath.

"Six? Remember what I told you about crying during experiments, hm?" A familiar voice breathed softly, which sent shivers down the boy's spine. "You don't want to embarrass me in front of everyone, do you?"

It was him. The man who took him away. The one responsible for all his pain. Ever since his stay there, that face had haunted Six in his mind, making him feel anxious whenever he just neared. His facade was cold and analytic, yet his voice was soft and charming and he chose his words carefully.

Six felt his heartbeat quicken in a sudden, pressing out only a few whimpers when the stinging wound was being stitched again. He tried so hard to keep his mouth shut but more tears ran down his cheeks uncontrollably, the forming lump in his throat made it almost impossible to breathe. Six only prayed for it to finally end.

Please, just stop it now. Please, make it end. Please…

His mind was drifting away more and more until finally, a scream escaped his throat.

In an instant, Six was snapped back into reality, waking up in drenched sweat as his eyes were widened in fear, glaring into the darkness of the bedroom he was in right now. The boy's head shot up in a sudden and he sat up, his whole body trembling in fright and shock. Six felt his eyes filling up with tears again, the pictures of this horrible nightmare still circling in his mind.

Although by now, the boy realized it had been just a dream, it still felt so real. Sadly, and that was a fact, the dream wasn't that far from reality, however. Most of Six' nightmares were fragments of his life during captivity and he couldn't remember to ever have pleasant dreams at all.

The sudden noise of a creaking door startled the child, making his breathing even more erratic. He heard a few heavy steps on the wooden floor and stared at the dark silhouette moving through the room towards the nightstand beside the bed, until a light bulb was snapped on.

A warm dimmed light emerged in the room. And shortly after his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, Six recognized the one coming up to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Don.

"Are you alright, kid?" The older man frowned, looking in Six' direction. "I heard ya scream." Don sat there in a white loose t-shirt, looking tired, which the boy could tell by some dark rings under his eyes, as it was still in the middle of the night.

An unsettling feeling spread through the boy's body, in fear that he just ripped the man from his sleep.

Why couldn't he just keep quiet for once?!

Six wheezed quietly, wondering if the man was mad at him. Usually annoyance looked different, telling from the scientists' faces whenever the boy kept crying or tried to resist during and after their experiments in the past. Warning glances and snarls, threatening the child, and punishments to follow afterwards. But Don's facial features were eased, lips slightly pursed, only stoic tired eyes studying the boy with the anticipation to comprehend his behavior. Six was confused. Where was the catch?

"Bad dream…" The boy replied in a shaky voice, his body still trembling like he was out in the cold on a winter's day, despite here in the room, the temperature was high beyond.

Don watched the frightened child, looking him up and down. He couldn't know what had startled Six so much and he also hesitated asking him about it. The boy sure didn't want to talk about all of his traumatic experiences and Don was also no one to him needing to know that. Anyway, Don was also too tired for a depth talk right now as he felt spacing out, suppressing a yawn.

"Well, now that it was just a dream," He grunted, laying one hand gently on the child's shoulder. "you can lay down again and close your eyes, boy."

In his intention to check up on the child, he had been far more concerned than he would've admitted. When Don woke up to a loud scream, he already had imagined the worst, suddenly feeling all over the place. And taking into consideration that he and the kid were the only ones in his house, the man started feeling more unnerved, nonetheless. But seeing that the boy was quite alright and just shrieked in his sleep was somehow relieving to him, in all honesty.

Looks like his job was done here, right?

Six drew his legs closer to his body, curling up to a ball again. Don's glance fell onto the little boy who still appeared to be troubled by something. And as if he wasn't even doing it by himself, the man carefully pulled the blanket over the child's upper body up to his chin, tucking him in. The boy felt warmth surrounding his body again and wondered about Don's sudden action that seemed to come out of nowhere. Six didn't remember the last time someone had tucked him in, if ever.

But before he could even think about that more, the boy's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He was so tired but also too scared to fall back asleep that his nightmare would continue. Six tried to stay awake but his body fought so hard against him and it seemed like he was about to lose. Don was right, though. He needed to sleep. His body simply demanded it.

Just when the warm comforting light expired again and the room was flooded with darkness again, Six heard Don stepping away from the bed. In the man's intention to leave and go back to sleep again, Six tilted his head, sleepily mumbling to the yawning man.

"Stay. Please..."

Don stopped, taken aback, and turned around to the little boy, who tried so badly to keep his eyes open. At once, he felt surprised and yet couldn't help but wonder about these two muttered words out of the boy's mouth.

So much for shortly checking up on the kid.

Not gonna lie, Don imagined this job to be way more easier. But children are work, indeed. A fact that also Don seemingly understood by now.

And it was interesting to see how such a small request had caught him off guard so easily. Just when he anticipated making his way back to the couch, on which he'd been sleeping for two days now, Don realized what the boy wanted from him. And for a second, he had thought about retorting.

He could simply say that he was just too tired for this and that wouldn't even be a lie.

But somehow he just didn't have the heart to deny Six' wish, whether it was for his empathy and after all the child has been gone through or just because somewhere deep deep down in Don's mind, he remembered such a scene from his own childhood.

Though the only difference was that his father didn't stay. Said he's old enough to sleep alone. And then slammed the door.

Stupid sentiments.

So without further ado, Don discarded his thought again and went about the child's request, coming back to him.

"Fine." He responded, sitting down on the bed and pulling his feet out of the slippers he had put on. "Scoot over then. I ain't that thin like you anymore, boy."

Don lay down beside the child, making a bit of space for him on the bed. His glance fell on the little kid nuzzling into the blanket which almost belonged to him as it was something like his very own comfort item. Don looked up and stared to the ceiling for a while, motionless, until he felt something or someone near his body. He lowered his gaze and saw how the child had snuggled to his side, sleeping so peacefully and calm. The man hesitated, watching the boy's slow rise and falls of his chest, hearing his soft breaths. And something about this scene made his heart skip a beat.

Hesitantly, Don laid one arm around the tiny body, pulling the child a little bit closer, not even fully understanding why. What is he even doing here? He should be sleeping in the living room, on his couch, for heaven's sake. He had sworn to himself to keep his distance from things like such, trying to not get too attached to this child, yet he's doing the exact opposite now. And before he might even know it, Don was getting caught up in something. He looked down on the boy with a sigh, guarding his sleep for a while, until he himself fell into a deep doze.

"I never would've thought I'd hear from you again, Don! You're starting to become more and more of a hick, you know? No one ever sees you in town, you're always off somewhere but here." A familiar voice called through the turntable telephone standing on Don's kitchen counter.

The woman, which the voice belonged to, was speaking in a witty manner, pointing out his lack of social interactions all the way. Seeing by this, Don has never been a social butterfly and Barb was by far the only person in town he had anything to do with at all. And he also wanted to keep it that way. Because the last thing he needed was another distraction, to put it in harsh words.

During the call, Don already thought about what to do when Barb wasn't ready to help him. Where could he possibly go? He just couldn't leave the kid like that, with a serious injury. Don needed Barb's help, that's for sure. She might be the only chance for the boy to ever walk again in his life. And although the kid tried to hide it so badly, Don could see him being in pain, which hurt the man more than he’d like to admit.

So after a long talk and lots of persuasion, Barb eventually agreed to come over and take a look at the boy while Don could feel a bit of hope spreading through his body. Hope that the child's wound would soon be treated and he could let him go again. Then, he would also take the boy to the local police station, explain the case and let them deal with the rest, so Don wouldn't get in trouble for any of this.

Sounds like a plan, right?

Yeah, the man thought but somehow there was still a little voice in his mind telling him it didn't feel right. Looking at this from the sober side though, that's the only reasonable solution for his little problem.

While waiting until Barb would arrive, Don was greeted by emerald sleepy eyes glaring at him, as he woke up the boy by gently shaking his shoulders.

"Six... wake up." He mumbled softly to the child who was stirring and stretching in the bed. "Hey, good mornin', boy."

Don was surprised when the kid didn't recoil away immediately when he saw his face. The boy appeared much calmer towards him than in the first few days and slowly started trusting Don that he even let him sleep in his bed last night.

Six sat up in bed when Don brought him something to eat. His ration for today, he thought to himself as he was already starving. It had been so weird when the man gave him some food yesterday evening too.

Usually, he never got that much ration for one day, the boy wondered.

When he had been there, sometimes the child wouldn't get food for days, either as punishment or because they needed him with a sober stomach for any experiments. He had been so hungry then, desperately awaiting the day where they finally gave him something to eat again.

"There you go, breakfast." The man said, smiling warmly to Six when he handed the boy a plate. "Pancakes."

With that, Don stopped his train of thought and Six raised his head to the man's explanation. Then, he started eating and it tasted... awesome. Everything the man had given to him by far was so tasty and delicious, compared to the stuff he'd been fed before.

"How is it?" Don asked as he watched him eagerly eating from the side of the bed.

"I... like that very much." The boy answered shyly.

Only now he realized how tired and hungry he actually had been before. The days after his escape had been so exhausting, when Six didn't know where to go and aimlessly strayed through the deep woods without any food or water or a place to sleep.

Well, until he had stepped into Don's bear trap…

"Good to hear." The man chuckled as he seemed to content the child with what he had made for him this morning.

Still, he was so surprised how avidly the boy accepted all the food he had given him as if he was eating it all for the last time ever. Don eyed the child for a while, wondering how he might react when in merely an hour the town's doctor would be here. When they first met, Don promised the boy to avoid anything having to do with hospitals and doctors and medical stuff, yet he seemed to break this promise.

And it feels like betrayal too.

Betraying the child which finally has grown some trust in him. And he knew today this trust would be put to the test.

On the other hand, there was no other option than this. And Don wasn't someone who made rash decisions, no, he did think through this a lot. However, he never thought he would be so troubled by something like this and the more time eventually passed by, the more Don started feeling uneasy. He took the now empty plate out of the boy's hands and handed him a glass of water afterwards. Six drew it to his lips, drinking all out. Judging by his facial expression, the water probably tasted weird but he also didn't need to know that Don put a crushed pain reliever in it. This way, the medicine still helped with the pain from his leg but he didn't have to force the boy to take a pill.

Don casted a quick glance at the clock. Almost 11 am. Barb would be here every minute. The man drew in a sharp breath and brought the dishes to the kitchen sink. Through the small window he already saw a blue Chevy parking in his driveway.

Six didn't know how long Don was gone but he was glad when the man came back to him. Somehow the boy started feeling safe whenever he was around, probably because of how secure Don was holding him in his arms last night. The boy wouldn't deny it, he was seeking so long for this kind of feeling that flooded his body with warmth. And he didn't want to be left all alone anymore, he wished to finally have someone.

And with Don, he wasn't feeling alone.

"Hey kid, uh…" Don stammered nervously, entering the room. But there the boy recognized something that was freezing the blood in his veins immediately. Don didn't come back alone. "Look, I brought someone with me."

A middle-aged woman with short ginger hair and light pink shirt stood in the doorframe. "That's Barb." Don introduced her to the child. "She's a good friend of mine. She won't hurt you."

Six froze at the sight of the woman and his smile vanished almost immediately.

"Hi, how are ya, sweetie?" She smiled friendly at him and approached the bed as carefully as possible but Six frowned, all color drained out of his face.

Who is she? Why did Don bring her? The boy stared at the woman with widened eyes, wishing for her to turn around and leave again. He didn't want someone else near him! But Don already sat down on the edge of the bed, with her in tow, and Six couldn't do anything else than huddle as far away as possible where his back met the wall. And right now, he just wished to disappear in it.

"Barb here is an," Don paused, scratching the back of his head. "uhm... expert for healing." The boy knew that he just wanted to ease the situation and calm him down by this but Six already understood what the man actually wanted to say.

"D-doctor?" The child struggled to speak it out loud. His voice quivered, making him cringe.

No, please… Not again.

Six saw Don's sad look on his face, in all pity for the child. The man seemed to recognize the utter betrayal in the boy's eyes, all the guilt crushing down as he had to force Six to live through his greatest fears for his own good. Six saw hurt in the man's eyes.

"Well, yeah, I'm-" The woman then answered, causing him to flinch in fear when she neared.

"No!" Six squeaked, almost crying.

He turned away from her, wanted to run away but couldn't with his leg. The child was shivering in fright, he was so scared of what she would do to him now. And Don just would let this happen. No, he didn't want to be bound up and experimented on! Please, anything but that!

Tears streamed down his cheeks and sobs killed his voice. Suddenly, he felt Don's hands grabbing his face, turning it in his direction. "Six, hey." The man spoke softly. "Six, look at me." His grip was gentle, yet unyielding and the boy closed his teary eyes, finally stopped struggling.

"No one will hurt you, 'kay?" Don assured, still holding his face, a thumb brushing over the child's cheek. "We just want to help you, I'm with you all the time."

Did he mean it? Six didn't know if he could trust anyone right now. Everyone just wants to hurt him, right? They are all the same, aren’t they? But then there's Don who's been treating him so nicely like nobody else before. And now he was holding him so close again, even comforting and speaking well to the boy. Maybe Don was telling the truth. Maybe they really just wanted to help him.

Six soon felt the man's grip ease and he looked terrified to the ginger woman, who also sat down beside Don, pity and sympathy spread over her face. "Don't be scared, sweetheart." She said with a soft voice."I just wanna take a look at your leg, is that okay?"

No, not okay, Six thought. Don is the only one who is allowed to touch him! But the woman grabbed his ankle nonetheless. No, he didn't want her to do that! He wanted to break free from her grip, he wanted to yell, thrash, protest-

But then the boy felt a large hand on his back, stroking up and down so gently. Don, he realized. Almost in an instant Six felt his tensed body ease, relaxing at the soft touch.

"You're doin' great, kid." The man spoke calmly to him.

While the woman, Barb apparently, was carefully unbinding the bandage on the child's foot, inspecting the deep wound with a sharp eye. "Oh my... the ankle bone is broken. The muscle tissue crushed." She noted and her glance fell back to Don. "How did that happen?"

The latter pursed his lips, a vein popped out of his neck. "He got into one of my bear traps." The man explained, with a hint of guilt creeping over his face. "Disinfected it already and boy's takin' pain relievers."

Six gulped when he saw Don's afflicted expression. But wasn't it all his fault? If he just would've looked where he was going that night, he wouldn't be here, be such a burden to Don. The man already did so much for him, more than any stranger would even think of and Six? What did he give him in return? Only trouble and worries.

Barb listened to Don's explanation, her gaze wandering over to the boy. "Oh, you poor thing." She said, giving him a pitiful look.

But Six only continued staring at her, feeling how his shoulders shuddered. She was so close to him. She could hurt him in so many ways with his wound exposed like that. The boy was so confused when she did nothing of that though. Barb just took another fresh bandage and gently tied it around his ankle. She gave him a sad smile, tenderly brushing her fingers over the boy's leg and covered it with the blanket again.

"That will take a long time to heal. A devastating fracture like this also requires an operation." She addressed Don after.

"Can't you do it without?" Almost immediately followed.

If there's at least one medical thing to avoid, then Don would do it. It was already enough for the kid that Barb was here, considering how scared the little one looked. But an operation? That would definitely be too much. However, the man's hopes were crushed when Barb shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid I can't. That's the only way or else he'll never be able to walk again."

Don let out a sad sigh, eyeing the child who once again was left completely unasked in all of this. That's not fair. Six shouldn't have to go through that, he didn't deserve any of this. But Don could tell the kid got calmer when he brought Barb to the door eventually. He saw that the boy could finally take a deep breath again.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year ago

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,395 Words

Summary: The twins get kidnapped during a hunt. Turns out a certain freed trash can person we all know likes the Saw movies.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Misgendering, Mutilation, Limb Loss, Amputation, Gore, Blood, Injury, Vomiting, Near Death Experiences, Death, Surgery, Prosthetics, let me know if I should add anything else.

Would You Like To Play A Game?

Zodiac gave a groan as he woke up. He tried to move his arms and found he barely could move his arms.

“Good morning.” A voice greeted him as he opened his eyes blearily. Where was his twin? Still there but sleeping? No. Where was his twin?

The voice sounded familiar. Was it…? It was that damned human! The one who captured them in the alley! He and Horoscope had been too careless!

Zodiac glared up at the human.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find out what’s happening.” The short, annoying brunette man told him. Zodiac let out a deep growl.

“Where is my brother!?” Zodiac demanded.

“Oh, twin, you’d think that thing was your wife how you tried to defend her.” The man gestured to Horoscope bound to a different chair, a cord near his neck. He couldn’t even be angry his brother was being misgendered with the shock of seeing his twin in such a vulnerable position.

“What did you do to him!? What do you want!?” Zodiac snapped.

“Oh simple, really. You have a minute to saw off your leg on those lines or your brother will lose his head.” Zodiac’s heart dropped.

“Don’t do this.” Horoscope whispered to Zodiac. Zodiac looked at the stopwatch the man held and the wire saw close to him. He couldn’t let Horoscope die. He couldn’t make it without his twin.

“No! Just…Just close your eyes!” Horoscope exclaimed at him but the human just grinned looking between them expectantly. And Zodiac didn’t care, he grabbed the wire saw and hooked it under his leg, giving a scream when it began to cut into his skin.

“Zodiac!” Horoscope yelled at him but he didn’t care. Zodiac gave a growl that built into a scream as he moved the wire saw back and forth, slowly cutting through his muscles and veins.

Zodiac felt blood dripping to the floor, veins squirting onto his stomach and face but he didn’t care if it saved Horoscope, the adrenaline in his system making him deaf as he gave a sob as the saw went through his femur.

Zodiac began pulling the wire saw harder and finally his severed leg flopped onto the ground as he panted and looked up to the human, shaking with blood loss already and feeling faint with oncoming shock.

“Good job. Just in time.” The human gloated showing him the stopwatch stopped at 58 seconds and Zodiac gave a heave as he threw up onto the floor as best he could to not get it onto his stump, shaking and sweating.

“Zodi.” Horoscope whispered, looking over his twin and chest heaving.

His twin, his little brother, had sawed off his leg for Horoscope’s life. Zodiac looked like death was coming for him. His precious twin was pale, shaking, sweating. He felt like a bad robot being able to help his twin from getting vomit on his hair and arm as Zodiac tried to puke on the floor and failed.

“Your turn. Would you give your arm for him? Spin the dial.” The human asked. Horoscope looked at the bastard human and then to Zodiac, then turned to flare back at the human, turning the dial all the way up instead of through levels.

Sure it hurt, but Horoscope was full of adrenaline and rage along with the immediacy of the machine on his arm tightening until it crushed his elbow joint into severing his left forearm. He stayed glaring at the human.

“Let. Him. Out.” Horoscope growled.

“Congratulations are deserved.” The human unlatched his shackles to grab him by his foot arm but Horoscope scratched his arm, then his face and was in a complete frenzy of rage and adrenaline, beating the human’s head into the concrete ground and scratching at his face until he couldn’t feel him breathing anymore.

With his rage fading, Horoscope quickly got his twin from the shackles, managing to hold the ties down with his stump and using his right hand to undo the shackles.

Zodiac all but collapsed against him, whimpering and shaking. Horoscope grabbed his twin with his good arm and hooked his stump under his twin’s leg, stumbling out of this accursed abandoned building.

Horoscope spit on the body on the ground on the way out and he carried Zodiac to the only place he knew had people who might help them. The daycare.

He stumbled a little with the heavy door as he tried hard not to hit Zodiac into anything. He huffed with his fading adrenaline and looked up to Sun. The one they threatened, tormented even. But he was looking down at them with…horror.

“We…We tried to hunt.” Horoscope began. “We were starving. And we found a human but the human kidnapped us. Hung each other’s lives for it. Please take care of him.” He carefully knelt and laid Zodiac on the floor. He had to beg, for Zodiac’s sake.

“Don’t let him die. I can’t lose him. Please. Please don’t make me lose him.” Horoscope felt tears drip down his face. Zodiac didn’t look good. He was paler, trembling like a leaf and his eyes were barely open and slowly losing the life in them. He couldn’t survive without his twin. He didn’t want to survive without his twin.

“M-MOON!” Sun called out for his twin, who descended from the balcony by wire, looking over the grizzly scene of blood slowly dripping from the twins’ stumps into the daycare floor.

“My fucking god.” Moon crouched and checked on Zodiac. Zodiac was taking shallow breaths, eyes darting around slowly to look up at Moon. Moon quickly grabbed a ribbon off his wrist and tied it around Zodiac’s thigh to stem the blood flow, then did the same for Horoscope’s arm.

“SOLAR! Come fix his arm!” Moon scooped Zodiac into his arms. “Let Solar help, I need to fix it.” Moon told Horoscope, attaching his fly wire and going up to the balcony to fix Zodiac.

Moon was a little out of his element. He couldn’t just ‘fix’ a bio-organic machine losing its limb. But he had to try. Moon set up the computer to make a functional prosthetic leg for Zodiac.

He grabbed Lunar from outside the door to Moon’s room to monitor the computer making the prosthetic leg. Moon set up a blood IV and saline and began to work to close up the gaping wound and fixing veins as best he could.

Moon liked to think it looked good as he sewed up the end of the stump with a prosthetic attachment spine at the end and he carefully attached the prosthetic to it. Shaking Zodiac a little who blinked up at him and hummed, still dizzy but he didn’t feel faint anymore.

“You lost a lot of blood. Take it easy.” Moon warned him as Zodiac sat up.

“Where’s my brother?” Zodiac asked softly, terrified his twin had died.

“He’s okay, he’s downstairs with Solar and Sun.” Moon assured him.

“I need him. I want my brother.” Zodiac demanded.

“Don’t walk yet, it’s still calibrating.” Moon warned as Zodiac made to swing his legs off the bed. Zodiac looked down at the prosthetic and saw the grey and black gradient, looking over it with interest as he touched it and shivered at the sensitive new limb.

“It’s attached to your nervous system. It takes a bit to calibrate to how sensitive it used to be.” Moon told him, picking him up into his arms and using his fly wire to carry Zodiac down to the daycare.

“Zo!” Horoscope immediately tackled Moon and Zodiac to the floor, his new arm attached by Solar was a gradient of grey to white and Moon huffed but smiled as he held both twins.

“It’s okay. You’re safe here.” Sun assured the twins as he knelt by them, rubbing their backs. Zodiac was so relaxed by the feeling of his twin hugging him that he fell asleep against Horoscope and Moon and Horoscope crashed his adrenaline finally and fell asleep as well.

“Anyone have objections to adoption?” Moon asked.

“Nope.” Sun shook his head, gently taking the twins so Moon could sit up.

“I’m good with that.” Lunar announced.

“As long as they don’t get into my weed, we’re good.” Solar told them.

“You still have that!? How did that even survive the explosion!?” Sun exclaimed.

“Spite and determination.” Solar grinned.

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Pick Your Poison 15

CWs: Gore and horror elements, whumpee begging not to die, implied future gore/medical whump, nonhuman whumper, undead whumper, "zombie" type body horror

You have a fawn fear response. This is a permanent fact.

You felt sick as you listened to the creaking of bones, and the slap of something wet. Watched as Berkley rose, only able to see his eyes glowing in the dark, though his head seemed to be bent at an unnatural angle. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, and you dropped the metal equipment with a heavy clunk that echoed through the stairwell. “Mr. Johnson?” You cautiously spoke, raising your trembling hands up towards your sides.

You received a wet gurgle as a reply, and he took a step towards you. You instinctively took a step back yourself, only to feel your back press up against the wall. “Berkley? Please I-” You felt yourself starting to get choked up. “Look- please. Whatever you want-” You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You certainly couldn’t get much of a coherent thought. But all you thought about was trying to bargain with, or find some other way, to placate the man you pushed down several flights of stairs. The man who should have been dead. But, that was instead now coming uncomfortably close.

Once he stopped you could only stare, open-mouthed and scared out of your mind. You felt tears streaking down your cheeks. You felt as a hand finally reached out and grazed your cheek. It was slick with something warm and wet.

Blood.

You let out a sob, “Please! Please don’t kill me!”

And for a moment… Nothing happened. Then the hand retracted, but the glowing eyes never left your face. Then his hand reached out and closed around your wrist, he leaned in close enough to just barely see his silhouette. “Behave.” It came out garbled, and strained but the threat was clear. You nodded frantically. “Yes! Yes whatever-!” you were cut off by him shifting to walk, dragging you behind stumbling through the darkness.

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Surprisingly he didn’t lead you back upstairs, and instead led you toward two heavy iron doors on the ground floor. Once inside though, a fresh wave of dread made your blood run cold. As you look around the room, you see metal tables with more restraints like the chair upstairs, lots more medical surgery type equipment. Things that looked far too painful, and designed to slice into something as efficiently as possible. You thought about trying to pull away, but your fear snuffed that thought out as soon as it entered your mind.

Looking at Berkley was also quite a mistake. He looked like walking roadkill. Blood drenched him from head to toe, his bones looked broken if not shattered, and poked through the skin in several places. Even his head was not unscathed, as his neck was bent at a deadly angle, and there was a large red patch at the back of his head. You quickly averted your eyes, choosing to stare at the gray and dark red floor instead.

You were led over to one of the metal tables and he gestured for you to sit on it. On trembling limbs you obeyed, continuing to avoid looking at him. He placed a hand on your chest and pushed you down, and began the process of tightening the straps. You were trying not to hyperventilate as another round of sobs left your lips, begging this creature… This corpse. Not to kill you.

“No death…” Was his less than comforting, garbled reply. He held up a rubber bit you hadn’t seen him pick up, and he gestured towards your mouth. “Bite? Gonna hurt…”

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New Game + Spoitfy Wrapped: 19!

this one starts playing in my head randomly on its own it's a different sound for them but it fits the tone so fucking well

this is another resistance song!! the new album came out just in time for me to be finishing up blood in the water, and there were a lot of songs on it that worked for both clan gurji and the resistance, so i had the momentum to keep working on some other stuff with morvarn and tarvok following the events of bitw and tarvok's return to omega, with flashbacks to the early days of the resistance and why it formed. it's unfinished, but i got about 8 pages in, soooooo,

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Tarvok sighs and relaxes into the touch, letting his head loll against Morvarn’s broad chest. Ghosts of his flame lick at Morvarn's hands now and again, but nothing dramatic, nothing angry enough to burn. His eyes have opened more by now; both left ones are fully open, the right ones managing halfway. He lets them flutter closed again as he shifts and leans back. “So,” he sighs, “are you going to lecture me now, or later?”

Morvarn chuffs and adjusts his grip. Tarvok likes to lounge, and it’s easier with him at an angle. “I wasn’t planning one,” he murmurs against an unbruised patch of scalp. The fine bristles tickle his nose. Tarvok is too young to have traces of silver near his eyes, he notes with a twitch of sadness in his heart. “Did you want me to?”

Tarvok snorts. It’s the first sound he’s made that hasn’t whistled on its way out. “I already told the göchalch you would. Might as well. Let’s hear it, how stupid am I?”

“Mm. Very.” Morvarn slides his hand along Tarvok’s arm to his hand, lifts it to his mouth. “Idiot. Such a fool.” He kisses the back of Tarvok’s hand, then the palm. “Don’t taunt the bully, muün, you’re far too handsome to be ground underfoot.”

A soft laugh escapes Tarvok’s mouth, and a smile plays across his lips. Finally. “Hold on, I’m not supposed to like the lecture, you suck at this,” he teases, turning his hand to caress Morvarn’s face. Embers tiptoe across the bridge of skin contact and warm Morvarn's cheeks. They've both learned softness, in their own ways. “But please, by all means, tell me more about how pretty I am.”

His fingers straighten out slightly, just enough to follow the lines of Morvarn’s eye ridges as he tilts his head and kisses each delicate joint. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, turning it back over to kiss his knuckles. “Too good-looking for this kind of life. You were wasted in the military, muxamöc.”

Morvarn’s stomach falls out from beneath him as he looks over the ports grafted into Tarvok’s back. They zigzag back and forth down the line of his spine, more circuitry and tech Morvarn can’t explain webbing out underneath the skin. He wasn’t given time to heal properly – the skin around each muscle is still wet with medigel and blood, both old and fresh. The shirt in his hand is crusty where it rubbed against the wounds. “Tarvok,” he manages, his voice far too small for his size of a man, “what..?”

“I don’t know,” Tarvok hisses. He keeps twisting back and forth, trying to itch the still-growing skin on reflex and forcing himself to stop at the last second. “They just – they said we were chosen for a new project, that’s all I know. We had to do these surgeries before we could start. We’ll find out what they’re for next week.” His jaw tightens, and Morvarn catches the grind of tooth on tooth. “They’re doing it to Kaza as we speak.”

“This was done today?” It shouldn’t surprise him. He’s looking directly at the wounds, and he saw Tarvok laughing and messing around with his squad just a couple nights ago. Of course it was done today. But some part of him refuses to believe it, can’t – no, won’t – accept that something like this was just slapped onto his body all in one go and not even given a chance to stop oozing pus and blood before telling him to put his shirt back on and get out. Tarvok is a lieutenant. He’s a Shad’derah. His family is the jewel of the Hegemony’s good PR with the other species, he and his brothers are nigh-on demigods.

Or, so he’d thought.

Tarvok laughs, a beautiful sound, boisterous and excitable as the man himself. Morvarn only wishes it could last longer, cut off as it is by a pained grunt as his ribs remember they were broken all too recently. It settles back into his chest instead, a smaller, less painful chuckle that doesn’t set his bones ablaze. His good leg moves to drape itself over his knee, and his fingers stroke lazily across Morvarn’s scalp. “Sure, I’ll accept it,” he teases. “I have been thoroughly lectured and seen the error of my ways. You’re so right, O Fearless Leader, it is best for me to stay home and be told how awesome and sexy I am instead of going out and getting my teeth knocked out of my mouth.”

As he shifts, something hard and smooth presses against Morvarn’s leg and chest, and Morvarn fights a grimace. The synth-metal discs are cushioned by Tarvok’s shirt and Morvarn’s pants, but there’s no mistaking them, not ever. Morvarn chooses to be quietly grateful his shirt doesn’t feel wet or stiff. Protected by his armor, he supposes, maybe the only good thing the Hegemony ever gave him. Direct lines into his muscles and spine were an obvious weak point that Balak had been either oblivious to or unable to reach, and Morvarn couldn’t decide which option he preferred for his own peace of mind.

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What Is Meant By Tummy Tuck

Tummy Tuck is almost a self-explanatory word. But if we are referring to it in medical terms, it can be explained as the medical process to remove unwanted skin and fat from our stomach. If we go into its details, Tummy Tuck also medially known as abdominoplasty is a surgical medical treatment that helps to remove excessive fat and skin from the abdomen. This medical process is usually done to people who are experiencing weight loss. It can be due to pregnancy, or diet practice, or other factors. The Tummy Tuck treatment process can help a person to achieve a more flatter tummy and a healthier appearance.

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Facelift Ottawa ON | Rhytidectomy Surgery Near Me Cost

A facelift is a comprehensive solution to signs of aging around the mid-face and neckline, creating a more youthful-looking and rejuvenated you! At Ottawa Derm Centre, our facial cosmetic surgeon and head and neck surgeon, Dr. Bonaparte, has the skills and expertise to help you achieve the natural-looking results you are looking for.

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There are a number of different facelift techniques available today. The one that is right for you will depend on your individual needs, and your cosmetic surgeon’s recommendation. These techniques include:

Mini-Facelift

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Innovative Treatments for Glaucoma, Cataracts, and Skin Rejuvenation

In the rapidly evolving world of medical technology, advancements are constantly being made to address various health concerns. From treating eye conditions such as glaucoma and cataracts to skin rejuvenation, modern solutions are offering patients more effective and less invasive options. In this article, we will explore the benefits of Laser Glaucoma Surgery, the increasingly popular Morpheus 8 Radiofrequency Microneedling, and how to find the best ophthalmologist for cataracts near me for optimal eye health.

Understanding Laser Glaucoma Surgery Glaucoma is a condition that affects millions of people worldwide, characterized by elevated pressure within the eye that can damage the optic nerve and lead to vision loss. While there are several treatment options available, one of the most advanced and effective methods is Laser Glaucoma Surgery. This procedure uses a laser to improve the flow of fluid in the eye, reducing intraocular pressure and preventing further damage to the optic nerve.

Laser for glaucoma works by targeting the eye’s drainage system. The laser creates small openings in the trabecular meshwork (the tissue responsible for draining fluid), allowing the fluid to exit more freely. This reduces the buildup of pressure inside the eye, which is the primary cause of glaucoma-related damage. The procedure is typically quick and minimally invasive, with patients often experiencing immediate results and a significant reduction in eye pressure.

Laser surgery for glaucoma is especially beneficial for patients who may not respond well to traditional eye drops or other forms of treatment. It also offers the advantage of being a long-term solution that may reduce or eliminate the need for daily medications. As with any surgery, consulting an experienced ophthalmologist is essential to determine if you are a suitable candidate for this procedure.

Cutting-Edge Solutions: Morpheus 8 Radiofrequency Microneedling While glaucoma and cataracts are primarily concerns for eye health, cosmetic treatments are also evolving in the medical field, offering innovative solutions for skin rejuvenation. One such breakthrough is Morpheus 8 Radiofrequency Microneedling, a procedure that combines the benefits of microneedling and radiofrequency energy to stimulate collagen production and tighten the skin.

Microneedling has long been a popular treatment for improving skin texture and reducing the appearance of fine lines, wrinkles, and scars. However, Morpheus 8 Radiofrequency Microneedling takes this treatment to the next level by delivering radiofrequency energy deep into the skin’s layers. This not only enhances collagen production but also stimulates the skin’s natural healing process, resulting in a firmer, smoother, and more youthful appearance.

The treatment is highly versatile and can be used on various areas of the body, including the face, neck, abdomen, and arms. Unlike some laser treatments, Morpheus 8 is safe for all skin types and requires minimal downtime, making it a convenient option for patients seeking noticeable improvements in their skin with minimal disruption to their daily lives.

As with any cosmetic procedure, it’s important to consult with a qualified practitioner to ensure that Morpheus 8 is the right choice for your individual needs. Its ability to combine microneedling with radiofrequency energy makes it one of the most effective skin-tightening treatments available today.

Finding the Best Ophthalmologist for Cataracts Cataracts are another common condition affecting millions, particularly as individuals age. A cataract is the clouding of the eye’s natural lens, leading to blurred vision and, if left untreated, potential blindness. Thankfully, cataract surgery has evolved into a highly effective and routine procedure, allowing patients to regain clear vision with minimal risk.

When considering cataract surgery, it is crucial to seek the expertise of the best ophthalmologist for cataracts near me. Cataract surgery involves the removal of the clouded lens and replacing it with an artificial one. While the surgery is considered safe and efficient, the skill and experience of the ophthalmologist play a significant role in the success of the procedure and the patient’s recovery.

A highly qualified ophthalmologist will perform a thorough examination, offer personalized recommendations for the type of intraocular lens (IOL) best suited to your needs, and provide post-surgery care to ensure optimal recovery. With modern cataract surgery techniques, most patients experience significantly improved vision shortly after the procedure, allowing them to return to their daily activities with greater visual clarity.

Why Choose Laser Surgery for Glaucoma and Cataracts? Laser technology has revolutionized eye care, offering less invasive, more precise treatments for conditions such as glaucoma and cataracts. For glaucoma, laser for glaucoma procedures offer patients the ability to reduce intraocular pressure without the need for daily medications or invasive surgery. Similarly, laser-assisted cataract surgery provides more precise incisions and lens placement, resulting in quicker recovery times and better visual outcomes.

By opting for these advanced laser treatments, patients can experience a smoother, safer, and more effective approach to managing their eye health. Whether you are seeking treatment for glaucoma, cataracts, or skin rejuvenation, consulting with a specialist who offers the latest in laser technology can help you achieve the best possible results.

Conclusion From Laser Glaucoma Surgery to cutting-edge skin treatments like Morpheus 8 Radiofrequency Microneedling, modern medical advancements continue to offer effective solutions for both health and cosmetic concerns. Whether you are looking for the best ophthalmologist for cataracts near me or seeking the most effective laser for glaucoma treatment, these innovations are helping patients achieve better outcomes with less invasive techniques. As technology continues to evolve, patients have more options than ever before to improve their quality of life, both in terms of health and aesthetics.

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gayatritumbler · 1 month ago

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Liposuction Surgery in Thane: A Complete Guide

Liposuction is a popular cosmetic procedure that helps remove stubborn fat from specific areas of the body. If you're looking for liposuction surgery in Thane, this guide will provide everything you need to know, from the procedure to the cost, and where to find the best clinic for your treatment.

What is Liposuction?

Liposuction is a surgical procedure that removes fat deposits from areas like the abdomen, thighs, arms, and back. It is not a weight loss solution but rather a way to contour and shape your body. The procedure is perfect for people who have tried diet and exercise but still struggle with stubborn fat in certain areas.

Types of Liposuctions

There are different types of liposuction available, and one of the most advanced is laser liposuction. This method uses laser energy to liquefy fat, making it easier to remove while also tightening the skin.

Benefits of Laser Liposuction:

Minimally invasive

Faster recovery time

Less pain and swelling

Skin tightening benefits

Liposuction at Pristine Cosmesis, Thane

If you are considering liposuction surgery in Thane, Pristine Cosmesis is one of the best clinics to visit. The clinic is known for its expert doctors and state-of-the-art equipment, offering both traditional and laser liposuction options.

At Pristine Cosmesis, you will find highly skilled doctors who specialize in body contouring procedures, ensuring you get the best results.

Liposuction Cost in Thane

The liposuction cost varies depending on the area treated and the type of liposuction performed. At Pristine Cosmesis, the prices are competitive, making it an excellent choice if you're looking for affordable liposuction near me.

Factors That Affect Liposuction Cost:

Size of the treatment area

Type of liposuction (traditional vs. laser)

The experience of the surgeon

For those specifically interested in laser liposuction, the laser liposuction cost tends to be slightly higher due to the advanced technology used, but it offers quicker recovery and better skin-tightening results.

Why Choose Pristine Cosmesis for Liposuction in Thane?

Experienced Surgeons: The clinic is home to some of the best liposuction doctors near me with years of experience in body sculpting and fat removal.

Advanced Technology: They use cutting-edge technology, including laser liposuction near me, to ensure safe and effective results

Affordable Options: Pristine Cosmesis offers competitive pricing, making it a top choice for people looking for affordable liposuction near me.

Conclusion

Liposuction can help you achieve the body shape you've always desired, and Pristine Cosmesis in Thane is one of the best places to get it done. Whether you're interested in traditional or laser liposuction, this clinic offers expert care at an affordable price.

If you're ready to take the next step, consult with the experts at Pristine Cosmesis and get a personalized quote for your liposuction surgery in Thane.

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Captain John Price’s heart raced faster than it had in any firefight as he tore through the streets of London in his jeep, his mind solely focused on one thing: getting to the hospital. The mission in Moscow had ended hours ago, but the adrenaline still coursed through his veins, fueled by the message he’d received just as he and the team had touched down.

**“There’s been an accident. Your wife is in critical condition.”**

He barely remembered the rest of the trip back to the UK, his thoughts only on Sarah. How could this have happened? They had survived so much together—his countless deployments, the constant fear of losing one another. They had always known the dangers of his job, but this…this was different. This was something he couldn’t fight, couldn’t control.

The tires screeched as he pulled into the hospital’s parking lot, abandoning the jeep haphazardly near the entrance. His boots hit the pavement hard as he sprinted inside, pushing past the double doors with such force they nearly flew off their hinges. His eyes were wild, searching desperately for anyone who could tell him where she was.

“Sarah Price!” he barked at the first person he saw, a nurse behind the reception desk. “Where is she?”

The nurse looked up, startled by the force of his voice and the sight of a man in tactical gear, still covered in the grime of battle. “Sir, I—”

“WHERE IS SHE?” he demanded, slamming his hands on the desk. He wasn’t in the mood for delays, not when his wife’s life was on the line.

The nurse flinched, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and concern. “She’s… she’s in surgery, Captain Price. But you can’t—”

“I need to see her!” Price’s voice was a roar, his usual calm and control obliterated by the sheer terror of the situation. He started toward the doors leading to the surgery wing, but the nurse quickly moved to block his path, holding out her hands in a placating gesture.

“Captain, please!” she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. “You can’t go in there. The doctors need space to work. If you go in now, you’ll just get in the way.”

Price’s fists clenched at his sides, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold himself back. He wasn’t used to this—being told no, being told there was nothing he could do. He was always the one in control, the one making the decisions, the one leading the charge. But now, here in this cold, sterile hospital, he was powerless.

“THAT’S MY WIFE IN THERE!” he shouted, his voice raw with emotion. “You can’t stop me from seeing her!”

The nurse’s eyes filled with sympathy, but she didn’t back down. “I understand how you feel, but you have to trust the doctors. They’re doing everything they can for her. But right now, the best thing you can do is wait. Let them do their job.”

Price’s jaw tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to argue, to push past her and force his way into that operating room. But deep down, he knew she was right. There was nothing he could do for Sarah right now, nothing except wait.

He staggered back, feeling as if the ground had been ripped out from under him. The nurse reached out, as if to offer some comfort, but he pulled away, shaking his head. He couldn’t bear to be touched right now, couldn’t bear the thought of anything other than holding Sarah’s hand, hearing her voice, knowing she was going to be okay.

“Just… just tell me she’s going to make it,” he said, his voice breaking. “Please.”

The nurse’s expression softened even more, and she nodded. “We’re doing everything we can, Captain. The surgeons here are some of the best. You have to trust them.”

Price nodded numbly, sinking into one of the plastic chairs in the waiting area. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving him struggling to breathe. His hands trembled as he ran them over his face, feeling the rough stubble on his cheeks, the dried sweat and dirt from the mission still clinging to his skin. He was exhausted, but the thought of resting was impossible. Not until he knew Sarah was okay.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. Memories of Sarah flooded his mind—their wedding day, her smile as they exchanged vows, the way she looked at him with so much love and trust. The way she always waited for him to come home, no matter how long he was gone or how dangerous the mission was. She was his anchor, the one thing that kept him grounded, kept him sane in a world filled with chaos and violence.

And now, she was lying on an operating table, fighting for her life, and there was nothing he could do to help her.

Minutes turned into hours, each one stretching into an eternity as Price sat there, staring at the doors to the surgery wing. Every time they opened, his heart leapt into his throat, only to crash back down when it wasn’t someone with news about Sarah. The wait was unbearable, the fear gnawing at his insides like a ravenous beast.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a surgeon in scrubs pushed through the doors, his expression serious but not grim. Price was on his feet in an instant, crossing the distance between them in a few long strides.

“Is she okay?” Price’s voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but it carried all the desperation he felt. “Please, tell me she’s okay.”

The surgeon nodded, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Your wife is stable, Captain Price. The surgery went well. She’s going to be fine, but she’ll need time to recover. She’s a fighter, that one.”

The relief that washed over Price was so overwhelming, it nearly brought him to his knees. His vision blurred with tears he hadn’t realized he was holding back, and he quickly swiped at his eyes, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Can… can I see her?” he asked, his voice still trembling slightly.

The surgeon nodded again. “She’s in recovery now. The nurses will take you to her, but she’s still under the effects of the anesthesia, so she might not be fully awake.”

Price didn’t care. He just needed to be by her side, to hold her hand, to see for himself that she was alive.

The nurse from earlier appeared at his side, her demeanor much warmer now that the crisis had passed. “I’ll take you to her,” she said softly, leading him down the hallway.

The walk to the recovery room felt like a lifetime, every step bringing him closer to Sarah. When they finally reached the door, the nurse stepped aside, letting him enter on his own.

The room was dimly lit, the soft beeping of monitors the only sound as Price stepped inside. And there she was—Sarah, lying in the hospital bed, looking pale and fragile but alive. His breath hitched in his throat as he approached her, his legs suddenly feeling like they might give out beneath him.

“Sarah…” he whispered, sinking into the chair beside her bed. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, careful not to disturb the IV lines taped to her arm.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly at the sound of his voice, her fingers twitching in his grasp. “John…?” she murmured, her voice weak but unmistakably hers.

“I’m here, love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m right here.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, and she squeezed his hand weakly. “I knew you’d come.”

Price leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his tears finally spilling over. “I’ll always come for you, Sarah. Always.”

For the first time since receiving that awful phone call, Price allowed himself to breathe, to let go of the fear that had gripped him so tightly. Sarah was safe. She was alive. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

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Transform Your Skin with Scar Revision Surgery by Dr. Sahil Singla

Scars, whether caused by injury, surgery, or skin conditions, can be a source of discomfort and self consciousness for many people. Fortunately, scar revision surgery offers a solution that can significantly reduce the appearance of scars and help you regain your confidence. If you are searching for scar revision surgery near me or looking for a trusted plastic surgeon in Safdarjung, Dr. Sahil Singla is the expert you need.

Understanding Scar Revision Surgery

Scar revision surgery is a specialized procedure designed to improve the appearance of scars by altering their size, shape, or texture. The goal of this surgery is to make the scar less noticeable, blending it more seamlessly with the surrounding skin. Dr. Sahil Singla, a renowned plastic surgeon specializing in scar revision, utilizes advanced techniques to achieve natural-looking results.

Types of Scars

Before delving into the surgical options, it's essential to understand the different types of scars that can be treated:

Hypertrophic Scars: These scars are raised, red, and often itchy. They do not extend beyond the boundary of the original wound but can be thick and uncomfortable.

Keloid Scars: Keloids are raised scars that grow beyond the boundaries of the original wound. They can be itchy, painful, and more challenging to treat.

Contracture Scars: Commonly caused by burns, contracture scars tighten the skin and can impair movement, particularly when they occur near joints.

Atrophic Scars: These scars are depressed and often result from acne or chickenpox. They can be challenging to treat due to the loss of underlying tissue.

Why Choose Dr. Sahil Singla for Scar Revision Surgery?

Dr. Sahil Singla is a highly skilled plastic surgeon with extensive experience in scar revision surgery. His expertise in aesthetics and plastic surgery makes him the ideal choice for anyone seeking to minimize the appearance of scars. Here's why you should consider Dr. Singla for your scar revision surgery:

1. Personalized Treatment Plans

Dr. Singla understands that each scar is unique and requires a tailored approach. He carefully evaluates the type, size, and location of the scar, along with your skin type and overall health, to develop a personalized treatment plan that provides the best possible results.

2. Advanced Surgical Techniques

Dr. Singla stays at the forefront of the latest advancements in plastic surgery. He utilizes advanced techniques such as laser therapy, skin grafting, and Z-plasty to improve the appearance of scars. These methods are designed to minimize discomfort, reduce recovery time, and achieve optimal results.

3. Comprehensive Care

From the initial consultation to post operative care, Dr. Singla and his team provide comprehensive care to provide your comfort and satisfaction. They are committed to guiding you through every step of the process, addressing any concerns you may have, and helping you achieve your desired outcome.

4. Natural-Looking Results

One of the primary goals of a scar revision surgeon is to create a scar that is less noticeable and blends seamlessly with the surrounding skin. Dr. Singla's meticulous attention to detail and artistic approach ensures that the results are as natural-looking as possible.

The Scar Revision Surgery Process

When you choose Dr. Sahil Singla for your scar revision surgery, you can expect a well-organized process that prioritizes your safety and satisfaction. Here's what to expect:

1. Initial Consultation

During your initial consultation, Dr. Singla will thoroughly examine your scar and discuss your goals and expectations. He will explain the different treatment options available and recommend the most suitable approach for your specific needs.

2. Preoperative Preparation

Before the Scar Revision Surgery in Safdarjung,you may be advised to follow certain guidelines, such as avoiding smoking, maintaining a healthy diet, and managing any underlying health conditions. Dr. Singla will provide you with detailed instructions to ensure you are fully prepared for the procedure.

3. The Surgical Procedure

The surgery itself will depend on the type and severity of the scar. Dr. Singla may use one or more techniques, such as:

Excision: The scar tissue is surgically removed, and the surrounding skin is carefully repositioned.

Skin Grafting: Healthy skin from another part of your body is transplanted to cover the scarred area.

Z-Plasty: A Z-shaped incision is made to reposition the scar, making it less noticeable and improving function if the scar restricts movement.

Laser Therapy: Lasers are used to reduce the thickness and redness of the scar.

4. Post-Operative Care

After the surgery, you will be provided with detailed post operative care instructions. Dr. Singla will monitor your healing process and schedule follow-up appointments to ensure the best possible outcome. It's essential to follow all post operative care guidelines to minimize the risk of complications and achieve the desired results.

Scar Revision Surgery in Safdarjung

If you are in Safdarjung or the surrounding areas and searching for a scar revision surgeon near me look no further than Dr. Sahil Singla. His clinic is conveniently located, making it easy for you to access Best quality scar revision surgery. Dr. Singla is committed to helping you achieve smoother, more aesthetically pleasing skin, allowing you to move forward with renewed confidence.

Conclusion

Scar revision surgery is a transformative procedure that can significantly improve the appearance of scars, helping you regain your confidence and self esteem. Dr. Sahil Singla, a best plastic surgeon specializing in scar revision, offers personalized care, advanced techniques, and natural looking results. Whether you're dealing with hypertrophic, keloid, contracture, or atrophic scars, Dr. Singla can provide the expert care you need.

Don't let scars hold you back from feeling your best. If you're searching for a plastic surgeon for scars near me Dr. Sahil Singla in Safdarjung is here to help. Contact his clinic today to schedule a consultation and take the first step toward smoother, more confident skin.

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