#St. An’s hospital

[hes-striker]

At St. An’s in the Sloth Ring

Striker steps into the clinic tucked away in a sleepy corner of the Sloth Ring’s hospital — St. An’s. The receptionist barely glances up, too engrossed in a slow-moving crossword puzzle to take much notice of him. He lets out a sigh of relief, figuring this visit might actually go off without a hitch.

But just as he’s about to sit down, he catches sight of two familiar figures: Moxxie and Millie. His eyes narrow, a flash of annoyance crossing his face as his hand instinctively moves to his holster.

Striker: Well, ain’t this a nice little reunion. *He sneers, drawing his gun and holding it steady on them.*

Moxxie flinches, his own hand darting to his weapon. Millie, with her usual fire, follows suit, eyes blazing as she positions herself in front of Moxxie protectively.

Moxxie: *Glaring at Striker, his voice taut.* What the hell are you doing here, Striker? Didn’t take you for the type to visit the doctor.

Striker: Funny, I could ask the same about you two. *He smirks, though his grip on his gun is as steady as ever.*

Millie: *scoffs, her eyes not leaving him for a second.* And what, exactly, does a lowlife like you need with a doctor?

Striker: *his smirk fades slightly, though he doesn’t lower his weapon.* None of your damn business. Just keepin’ to my own, like you oughta be doin’.

The three of them stand locked in a tense standoff, the sounds of the quiet clinic and the oblivious receptionist in the background only amplifying the tension.

Millie: *Her voice steady and dangerous.* We don’t have to make this messy, Striker. You could just walk away.

Striker: *chuckles, though there’s a hint of strain in it.* Walkin’ away ain’t usually my style, darlin’. Besides, you think I’m just here on a friendly little visit?

Moxxie: *narrows his eyes, his suspicion mounting.* Why are you here, Striker? Last I checked, you weren’t exactly the type to keep up with… routine check-ups.

Striker: *gaze hardens, and he gives a slow, bitter smile.* Guess people change, huh? *He shifts uncomfortably, realizing he’s not about to give anything away to Moxxie and Millie. But with them blocking his only exit, he’s cornered.*

Millie: *Tilting her head, catching his discomfort.* You look like you got somethin’ to hide.

Striker: *snarling slightly* Don’t flatter yourselves. I’ve been in worse situations. *He glares at them both, lowering his gun just slightly.* How ‘bout you two mind your own damn business and let me get what I came here for?

Millie and Moxxie exchange a glance, both unwilling to back down but curious enough not to pull the trigger just yet. After a beat, Moxxie lowers his gun, though she keeps it within reach.

Millie: Fine. But if we catch you causin' trouble again, don’t expect us to go easy on you. You’re lucky we’ve got other priorities right now.

Striker: *grumbling* Fine by me. Would rather not have to deal with the likes of you anyway.

Receptionist: Mr. Striker! The Doctor will see you now!

With a final glare, he shoulders past them, making his way deeper into the clinic, though he can feel their eyes boring into his back. He’d gotten off easy this time, but he knew they’d be watching for him—and that this secret of his wouldn’t stay hidden forever.

[morganbritton132]

The person who knows Steve the most is Tommy. The party is annoyed every time they are confronted with this fact, because sure. They know Steve’s favorite songs and his hair care routine, but Tommy knows that too. He also knows that Steve is allergic to aspirin.

Nancy and Jonathan are standing in the middle of Melvin’s arguing about painkillers because neither can remember what Steve asked for, and decide to just grab one. They all do the same thing anyways, right? Wrong.

Nancy barely has the bottle off the shelf when it’s grabbed out of her hand, “Wow, Wheeler. Breaking his heart isn’t good enough? You wanna kill him now too? Get Tylenol.”

Steve calls Dustin up and is kinda whiny until he agrees to go to his house and watch movies. He doesn’t want to do this. He makes it clear that he doesn’t. Like, an hour and a half in, there’s a knock at the door.

It’s Tommy with a birthday cake that his mom made and insisted he drop off. Dustin didn’t even know it was Steve’s birthday. They’ve known each other for two years.

Tommy is roaming the shelves as Family Video, rolling his eyes about Steve befriending Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and a band geek and how loudly they are just dicking off at the counter. Theyre snacking on brownies Robin brought in, and then he hears a wheeze.

Then panic. Then the thump of a body on the floor. Then without even thinking, he’s pulling an epi-pen out of his pocket and jabbing it into Steve’s thigh. Of course his ‘friends’ have no idea about his peanut allergy. Of course.

Steve has the presence of mind to blurt out, “Is that expired?”

“I don’t freaking know!” Tommy snaps, and then snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face when his eyes start to droop. “Hey, stay awake until the ambulance gets here.”

“Am’lance?”

“Yeah, the ambulance,” He says, turning to Steve’s friends. “You did call an ambulance.”

And Eddie and Robin are like, “Yes” as they slowly back up to go do that.

[sexhaver]

definitely one of the most difficult moments of my professional career was when i was doing tech support for [REDACTED]'s automated biomed research lab and like. hang on lemme greentext this

>tell them i can fix this issue in half an hour with a remote support session (aka Teamviewer)

>"you want to... control our computers???? over the internet????? like some kind of HACKER???????"

>their IT submits my request to upper management and after two weeks they reluctantly allow me to get remote access to their systems

>by logging into a virtual machine using a 20-digit password and then using a specific program inside of that virtual machine

>while sharing my screen with someone from their IT team the entire time

>finally get remote access to the PC with the issue

>go to open log files to start troubleshooting

>ERROR: User does not have read permissions.

>what the fuck

>ask their IT guy why it's saying that

>"...because we don't want you looking at our stuff, duh?"

>take deep breath before calmly explaining that i need to open files in order to fix their problem

>IT guy submits my request to upper management

>after another week i go through the whole process again but can actually open the log file this time

>cool, it's exactly the issue i thought it was and i know exactly how to solve it

>open the relevant settings file, change a single number, hit Save

>ERROR: User does not have write permissions.

>what the FUCK

>ask IT guy how i'm supposed to fix their system if i can't change literally anything on it

>takes 20 minutes of arguing to get him to admit that maybe i need write access

>he submits the request to upper management

>a week goes by

>upper management denies it

>says i can just verbally tell the IT guy on the call what to type and he'll do it for me

>deep breaths. deep breaths.

>start third remote session

>go to open the relevant .log file in notepad, which isn't the default program it opens with for some reason

>they fucking disabled right clicking

>[REDACTED] has a $118 billion market cap btw

>manage to walk the IT guy through using the command line (which he had never seen before and was scared of) to edit the relevant file

>three weeks go by

>new support ticket in my inbox

>"why didn't your fix fix this completely unrelated issue?"

>they still won't give me write access

>VP of [REDACTED] yells at me in our weekly meeting for taking so long to fix a third unrelated issue they never submitted a ticket for and is also not actually an "issue" but an intended feature of our software that they don't like

>i went to college for this

[dust-of-embers]

PHOTOS OF ST JUDES (Gartloch hospital)

I am too tired for commentary… a lot of it is still under construction tho

[romanceyourdemons]

i love when characters have bizarre fucked up toxic violent freudian homoerotic relationships with their own alter egos

[nexeliam]

Hi everyone, you will find below the 14th chapter links of "The Blind Wizard" ! Sorry for the delay, with Christmas in the middle and lots of other stuffs (Arcane I'm looking at you), I've been quite busy! Anyway, it is out now (quite a heavy one...), I hope you'll enjoy the read!

Links of the chapter on AO3 or Wattpad :)

[fishareglorious]

Remember that all of chapter 1 and 2 happens in the span of 2 days.

Vertin met Schneider for that short of a time (on Valentine's Day, no less) and managed to have to most whirlwind goncharov ass doomed tragic could-have-been with each another in prohibition era Chicago; has to watch her almost die in her arms; ends up traumatized by oranges because her; then goes into a actual coma after watching her actually die in her arms.

Tender is the Night? WRONG. more like Painful is the Night.

I'm never emotionally recovering from this im suing bluepoch.

[beclight]

Here is a full beware on the woofledog situation.

Trigger warning for p€do/z00philia, proship, inc€st, diaper fetish, necr0philia, r4pe, and other disgusting things.

if you have any suggestion of stuff i should add in the document, please dm me with evidence of it.

good luck reading it.

[allonzy]

MIKE STAYED BESIDE WILL ALL NIGHT AT THE HOSPITAL MY GOODNESS THAT'S SUCH A PURE ACT OF LOVE

[guy60660]

St Elizabeths Hospital | Architecture Hub

[hes-striker]

Striker winces as the doctor carefully peels away his old bandages, revealing the raw, angry burns beneath. He grits his teeth, staying silent through the discomfort as the doctor applies fresh dressings. The scent of antiseptic stings his nose, and he mutters under his breath, his patience wearing thin.

Doctor: Well, that should help with healing, though the scars will be permanent. Now, Mr. Striker, I need to check on the pregnancy.

Striker grumbles, but obliges, stretching out on the exam bed with a wary glance at the ultrasound machine. The doctor applies the cool gel and starts the scan. Striker tenses as the monitor flickers to life, revealing a hazy image on the screen. His eyes widen as he makes out the distinct shapes within.

Doctor: Congratulations. Looks like you’re carrying two eggs in there. Judging by the size, you’re about ten weeks along.

Striker stares at the screen, a mixture of disbelief and awe crossing his face before he masks it with his usual stoicism.

Striker: Two, huh? Great. Just what I needed… more mouths to feed. *He clears his throat, trying to keep his tone indifferent.* So, doc, am I gonna be layin' these things, or what?

Doctor: *chuckling softly* Not exactly. You’ll have a live birth, but the eggs will develop inside you until then. Once they're ready, they'll hatch internally, and you’ll deliver them like any other mammalian birth.

Striker grimaces, but he nods, absorbing the information. He’d heard of stranger things, but this was a whole new level of strange even for him.

Doctor: Given this type of development, you’ll need to increase your calcium intake to support the eggs. They’ll be drawing a lot from you as they grow, so it’s important to keep up with it.

Striker: *sighing* Calcium, huh? Great. Guess I’ll be hittin' up the dairy aisle more often.

Doctor: Or supplements, whichever you prefer. Just don’t skimp on it, or you’ll feel the effects.

Striker stares at the screen for a moment longer, his mind racing with everything he’s just learned. Two eggs growing inside him, needing more calcium, facing a live birth… it all felt surreal.

Striker: Alright, doc. Just get me whatever I need to get through this thing in one piece.

[timhulsizer]

St. Denis (2024)

[simsdeogloria]

Saint Magnolia Hospital

Been a while but wanted to pop in and show you all what I've been up to. I started this Hospital in Saint Greer, but now it moves around to all my towns with me. Been inspired to finish decorating as I eagerly await the next version of @olomaya's Private Clinic mod. Coming soon is Optometry, which I've included a space for on floor one, more maternity care so that's the second floor, and currently we have the psychiatry module, so I have a counseling room and office on floor three, meeting space, and of course all the techy machinery. Along with a beautiful but totally not functional kids ward. Photos below. Will also be on my simblr.cc for more details :)

[semioticapocalypse]

Anonymous. Nurses clearing debris from one of the wards in St. Peter's Hospital. Stepney, East London. April 19, 1941.

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_969 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[artdecodude]

My favorite #LongBeach #Artdeco is also its most underrated (mostly because it’s an a spot you don’t normally drive by). St. Mary’s Hospital. Like most Long Beach Art Deco, this was built right after the infamous 1933 earthquake. This building is now used as office space since the hospital complex has grown with the population of the LBC.