#Stanch D

[solar4seekstron]

Plan D - Family

Tf1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Part 4

Solars Indie Series

Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, Plan E, Plan F, Plan G, Plan H, Plan I, Plan J, Plan K, Plan L, Plan M, Plan N

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 18+

TW/Tags: Toxic relationship, Megatron is toxic to reader, Mild Cursing, implied noncon, implied abuse, possessiveness, controlling behavior, vomit, a bit of sexual assault (Wont last long), death threat, Baby trapped, Trapped relationship, that should be all.

It’s been a couple months now. You and Megatron were in your berth room as he looked over data pads. One of his cervos holding the data pad as his optics were narrowed and he had his usual frown on his dermas. You were placed between his legs. The side of your frame against his as your helm rested on his chest.

His legs spread as you rest between then, your cervos on your own lap as his other arm is wrapped around you. Keeping you close.

Your optics closed as Megatron continues to drain your spark as he plans to pull an old nighter. Only for you to get an urge and craving for some energon. Causing you to sit up but Megatrons arm that is around you stops you as he tried to pull you back.

Him whispering into your audio sensors as you places your cervos against his chest. He was annoyed.

”And where do you think you’re going? Hm?”

”Megatron I’m starving. I just need to eat is all.” He sets the data pad on the floor as he leaned forward as he spoke. “We Just Ate.” He pulled you against him once more, your helm close to his as you kept some distance between you both.

Your cervos still on his chest as he stared down at you.

”I just have a large craving is all. Please I need to eat.” He just stared down at you. The red lights from his optics covering your face plate in red as he stared down at you.

He soon stands up and grabs your cervo.

Taking you to the lunch room of his new ship and tells you to sit sit. As so you do. As he looks at what food they have. You started to feel nauseous. Against your better judgement. Your ran to teh sink.

Megatron heard you and looked at you as you ran to the sink. Energon from earlier that day pouring out of your intake as you held you stomach. Megatron coming up behind you only to see your situation. Placing both cervos on each side of your waist as he got closer looking over your shoulder.

You held onto your stanch as you stayed over the sink. Grabbing a napkin to clean your dermas.

Megatron gave you some energon to wash it out then takes you to Soundwave. Letting him do a scan of your stomach as your back rests against his frame as he gently holds you.

Sitting down to be sure you don’t try to “run” again.

And to your despair…you were with sparkling. Are are due in a few months now.

You’d feel and hear Megatron chuckle as his arms around you grow tighter. Then you feel him give the side of your neck a large kiss as he makes a ‘Muah’ sounds as he holds you tighter.

Your expression black as his cervos rests over your stomach…

Once returning to your shared berth room and Megatron gently pacing you on the berth. He lays next to you using one arm to support himself and places a cervo on your stomach. A grin on his dermas as he’d look at you and back to your stomach.

”Can you believe it. A little me- a little us in there growing!” You can hear the excitement in his voice as you lay there. But you face plate shows a different story.

He noticed and sits up as he stared at you. “Are you not happy?”

You’d sit up. Turning to let your legs dangle off the berth as you have your back to him. Hs optics narrowed seeming actually angry as you spoke. “Is a sparkling really what we need Megatron? You’re a leader now…and…and.” He’d move on the berth and grabbed your chin. Making you look at him.

“That’s besides the point! Are you trying to tell me you don’t want a sparkling.”

Now you’re angry. Your expression showing as you shove his arm away as you stand and face him. “All I ever wanted was to have a sparkling before this damn war. But you! You! Had to change. You had to start this!! You-“ You teared up as you spoke.

”You beat me when I make a small mistake. You mistreat me ever because I’m nothing more then a….A Conjunx!” You yelled as he sat on the berth.

His optics narrowed as he just had a frown on his dermas. Tears coming down your cheeks as your cervos stay on your stomach almost protectively.

Megatron then stands up as his expression stayed the same. When his cervo lifted you turned your head. To embrace the impact as you close your optics. Your cervos over your stomach as you wait for impact.

Megatron is physicality holding back and as he stared down at you with so much anger. He soon let his arm down as you continue to wait. His optics looking at your stomach as you protect your sparkling.

Megatron lets out a breath. Going around the berth and laying on his side of the berth. You opened your optics and looked at him.

Letting out a breath of relief as you sat on the berth. His back was toawrds you as he laid on his side. He’d close his optics still having his frown as he try’s to calm his anger.

Trying to think back to when things were better before his cause.

As you laid down. You were on your back. Your cervo still over your stomach and your other cervo over your chest.

You have to calm your nerves. The last thing you need is a sick sparkling in the future. You have a new duty now. Protect your little one their sire….no matter what lies ahead….

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After a few days Megatron continued to let you go with him around the ship. One day he had to attend a meeting as told you he’ll only trust you this once.

To return to your shared berth room as many have to be in this meeting. And so you just bowed your head and walk to the berth room. Megatron watching you until you turn the corner.

As you made your way to the room. You’d then feel someone hug you from behind.

Startling you as you tried to scream. Only for Doubledealer to cover your intake. He then whispers into your audio sensors as he holds your frame tightly against his. Your back flushed against his.

“Easy sweetspark…..Be a good bot as don’t try to run hm? Don’t wanna accedntly shoot the little spark cookin’ in that belly of yours…”

He’d kiss the side of your neck letting out a few soft sighs and moans. You can feel the point of the gun against your hip as his other cervo rests on your stomach.

He then speaks as he can feel your frame shudder and shake as you keep your intake shut.

”Whenever you wish….I can get you out of here..I see how he treats you..How he hurts you. You know where to find me…and after I shall take very good care of you.”

He says in almost a threatening way. But why? Afte that he leaves. A grin on his dermas as he walked away.You let out a shaky sigh as you made it to the berth room. Trying so hard to not cry as you lay inn your berth. You were exhausted….

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A few months have passed by. Things between you and Megatron still not…great.

You’d still with his occasional needs like make out and cuddles but after finding out you’re with sparkling, you refused to get intimate with him.

Which yes pissed him off but he understood why. You never told Megatron of your encounter with doubledealer.

You don’t need more stress and drama with your Conjunx to happen as you carry your sparkling.

At times when you and Megatron embrace each other you can still feel that moment and feeling of that passion you’ve missed from D-16.

You…enjoyed those small moments and you even at times loved the way he’d hold you.

That bit of D-16 still in Megatron when he’s so gentle with you. Megatron resorting to dry humping against your panel as he held your waist.

Though you’d always tell him to stop as it hurt with how the sparkling kept getting bigger and bigger. Little outer dents poking out of your stomach, back, and sides of your waist.

As time passes and your sparkling continues to grow inside you. You could only try to stay strong is it’s obvious while you sat on Megatrons lap. Either on the throne or any chair of his. He always has to have his cervo over your stomach.

Always saying he has to let ‘our’ sparkling get use to his touch as they grow over the months.

Even bragging to the other high guards how he was the biggest mech in the mining quarters. So his own sparkling being a big one makes sense if they truly belong to him.

Something he roared with pride and a grin on his dermas as he continues to hold you close against him.

And just like that….months went by. You were a bit stronger thanks for Megatron not draining so much energy from you as much.

As you laid there in the berth, trying to push your sparkling out of you as Megatron held your hand.

It’s been hours, but finally your sparkling was out. Soundwave helping out and cleaning up the sparkling as his little cassettes help him out.

Your sparkling is a girl. She looked almost just like her Sire. If not completely. Her optics were the same color. Having the same chest plate and legs. The rest of her the exact image of Megatron. And…she has a cog.

Megatron gently held his little sparkling as she cried until she saw him. Her optics opening a bit as she tried to stop crying.

Reaching up at his face as he had…the softest smile on his dermas. Has the others leave. Just leaving you three. He appeared to be almost crying through his optics.

His smile on his dermas soft ans he is struggling to hold in his tears.

You noticed this…but say nothing. Your cervo reaching to your sparkling. He’d kneel next to the berth letting you see her as the sparkling then sees you. Her smile growing brighter and as her cervo grabs at Megatrons chin, her other reaches for you as tears fall down your optics.

She is beautiful…you little life, your world, your everything…. But she will not be like her Sire. Even if it kills you.

Megatron made optics contact with you as he asks. “You pick the name sweetspark.”

That small moment his eyes turned yellow. Only flickering for just a second as he smiled down at you. Your sparklings coos being heard as she giggled. Gently biting at one of his digits.

You stared at her and thought. Finding the perfect name for your sparkling..

”Her name…is (name)”

Sorry guys I couldn’t think of a good name for reader and Megatrons sparkling so you guys can descide and if I like one. I’ll edit it into the post! I hope you guys were able to enjoy this. I wanted to dive more into the relationship of Megatron and reader. And add a bit more Doubledealer. I’m not sure how another part will go but I’d love to hear ideas from everyone who keeps asking for another part!!! I love reading your guyses comments.

As always a repost is appreciated. I hope you guys found this enjoyable in some way and hope to see you guys in the next post!

And please be sure to have a good rest of your day!!

[mancino]

Non sempre è vero

che le difficoltà rendono forti.

Le difficoltà rilevano chi è forte, e permettono di scoprire una forza

che non sapevamo di avere.

Ma le difficoltà non fortificano, stancano.

E le persone forti sono stanche,

anche se ce la fanno.

A. D. Distefano

[chocolate23love]

“Sto ccà”.

Sto ccà, Isabè, sto ccà...

Ch'è, nun me vide?

Già, nun me può vedé...

ma stongo ccà.

Sto mmiez' 'e libre,

mmiez' 'e ccarte antiche,

pe' dint' 'e tteratore d' 'o cummò.

Me truove quann' 'o sole tras' 'e squinge

se mpizz' 'e taglio

e appiccia sti ccurnice

ndurate

argiento

grosse e piccerelle

'e lignammo priggiato -

acero

noce

palissandro

mogano -

pareno fenestielle e fenestelle

aperte ncopp' 'o munno...

Me truove quann' 'o sole se fa russo

primmo ca se ne scenne aret' 'e pprete

ndurann' 'e rame 'e ll'albere

e se mpizza

pe' mmiez' 'e fronne,

pe se fa guardà.

Si no, me può truvà, scurato notte,

rint' a cucina

p'arrangià caccosa:

na puntella 'e furmaggio,

na nzalata...

chellu ppoco

ca te supponta 'o stommeco

e te cucche.

Primmo d' 'a luce 'e ll'alba

po'

me trouve a ttavulino,

c' 'a penna mmiez' ' ddete

e ll'uocchie ncielo

pensanno a chello ca t'aggio cuntato

e ca nun aggio scritto

e ca

va trova

si nun è stato buono

ca se songo perduto sti penziere

distratte

e stanche d'essere penzate

che corrono pe' ll'aria nzieme a me.

E si guarde pe' ll'aria

po' succedere

ca si ce stanno 'e nnuvole

me truove.

'O viento straccia 'e nnuvole

e comme vene vene,

e può truva ciert'uoccie

ca te guardeno

sott' 'a na fronta larga larga

e luonga

e ddoje fosse scavate...

'e può truvà.

Eduardo De Filippo

[canesenzafissadimora]

Non è vero, come dicono, che le difficoltà rendono forti. No, le difficoltà rilevano chi è forte. Ci permettono di scoprire una forza che non avremmo saputo di avere. Ma non fortificano, stancano. E le persone forti sono stanche, anche se ce la fanno.

A. D. Distefano

[libidomechanica]

“Its blood and tuneless chords do from fiction wheneer he”

A Soyl ungrateful every crime.     Acknowledge aught except thou have heard from thee; and as her     bodice green hill in an echo in another line: so     long and fiddle. Afternoon and descend, no True Successions     were design’d. Shall call

me ungentle, unfair, I long’d     so heartily the rivulet at her into an     elegant extract much less fancies be. Which of the Danger,     never anchors; it’s no sooner presume? Seen beautiful,     the sweet golden close by

thousand fresh Forces in, and in     the balmy time, which in the Moon, the spot, where blowes both     with the lamplight, undespoken light almost addressing     what? Who in his Distance from that can everywhere. Th’     inhabitants of

necessary to the heart-inflaming     brand, whilst many nymphs, but to keep thy credit as a     monk may do the sun: where the five, six, and afterward beat     back without much better for this.-Wealth, by my Paternal     name.—Nay, their virtue advance;

but on the same route, and turn     the spot they never be? Or, had thought till now unshaken     like a sweet unrest, still afford; resolved to tie her up     for praise; now pray shut up their Passion could novels, after     Day, Design, nor am

I Mary Magdalane, was shaped     like a Lyon, Slumbring in sense flows in which some a little     like a weeping by starts, and simple Rustic to a     Cunning Power unpleas’d with smiles that a faux pas in this     is different seizure—as

with curses struck within his Book;     but, if a mightier arm could we know that was in his     careless nerves and heir—and one enormous shout of wedlock     and kick your fixed subject: a brave to burn and blood of the     Cavalier, ’ just as all

the altar whence they Prove: for this     Achithphel Unites the Malecontentedly, without     Title while sore than a stanch one; but now should he gain, his     figure fit to what this cap and sculk’d behind their fruit and     the just sit on the silent

sea, and birds twitter, thicker     than shedding seas of gore. Th’ Egyptian stones of the     cold, their talk with greenish matter than shedding seaward on     the parapet, rampart, and, from the silver shows that roll     in yonder bay? Beauties

I said, he never broke promis’d     land survays. Than true, you Draw; and Self-defence, so form’d his     pipe quite enough to fly from, as from faults, and even at     the law. Pardon a’ our single head was spared me: yet I     name, thou shalt taste the rising

under your breathed upon a     fray, and shadow where you great and white, and fresh Glories, whether     a sky’s or Eden’s bowers were apart; yet, day by     day, I bade it keep the wheels. With new meanings—through there’s     no describe. ’Ve walked

too alien to know it: when     the pearl-gray lightest splinters, among mankind, to feverish     pulse each in our youth, as an attendant lord, one whole     ranks: however she might make haste! Whose far-fet helps be such,     who though not prodigal

of Ease? Combing the scenes—though long,     to Persuade, that sings no Titles and briers, because I feel     it Mayakovsky got down that is it? Friends and to your plate;     time for one kneaded of Evil—Well, could marry, if I     can no more difficulties,

which made Solomon a zany.     It is what the hollow women could sleeps so peace and     having there was more of honest fame, than Ajax or     Achilles, and quaint, stopp’d as is the Root he grew more silent,     sullen, were heard the thornless

good broadsword he weapons: match’d     our Elders to praise the morning; but the King to Build and     set my true each sence holds a part potential: i’ve seen or     ponder what each upon its back afraid I’d slip through     thunder, and ways? Its blood

and tuneless chords do from fiction     whene’er he can make, what Prudent men and a term is     shown through and heaven and arrow-straight, thought of dread them leave     the pity oft will shoe my bonny ship, and shun the serpent’s     head, smoking tobacco

on a little dross, and out,     as thy present case: up Johnson came, with some summer-night,     condemned, not by our feeling t is true he shrank not from     Oblivion, the swell of twelve sweet express, still Dear to     teach though Ireland’s present

to hear your doubt if men seek her     notion, and the air sick, and in extremes between; your magic     lanterns, or aught of early risers after Sorrow.     I turned me this; say the lake doth changed my life a person     without a friend of Gold!

[incamminoblog]

#PANEQUOTIDIANO, «PREGATE IL SIGNORE DELLA MESSE, PERCHÉ MANDI OPERAI NELLA SUA MESSE!»

La Liturgia di Sabato 7 Dicembre 2024  VANGELO (Mt 9,35-10,1.6-8) Commento:Rev. D. Xavier PAGÉS i Castañer (Barcelona, Spagna) In quel tempo, Gesù percorreva tutte le città e i villaggi, insegnando nelle loro sinagoghe, annunciando il vangelo del Regno e guarendo ogni malattia e ogni infermità.Vedendo le folle, ne sentì compassione, perché erano stanche e sfinite come pecore che non hanno…

[gioacchi]

Mi sono domando innumerevoli volte quali fosse il fine di queste parole senza aver programmato la loro fine mi sono domando innumerevoli volte a cosa servisse dire queste parole a nulla direi ma spesso il nulla è capace di regale maggiore alterative con un Apseudo carta bianca che siamo abituati che siamo abituati a d altribuire al sinonimo di resa ma alcotempo l’unico elemento che permette di scrivere una storia vera ed eccomi qui carta bianca con i sentimenti carta bianca con le fragilità carta bianca con le paure carta bianca con le parole sifficenti per colmare soltanto il silenzio per qui il cuore e libero di parlare senza essere tradotto in discorsi a te che scorri queste righe con gli occhi ti regalo un singolo compromesso se conferisci carta bianca alla vita promettiti che scriverai una bella storia che sia priva di tempo carta bianca con sparsi e scomposti affinché tu possa regalare un po’ di calma alla tua anima che reputi sola quando questa lai soltanto silenziata a coloro che credono nel proprio domani a quelle persone che non importa quanto siano stanche ma sono pronte a ricominciare a quelle persone che accolgono la propria oscura e la ridono alle persone che avrebbero avuto avere voci in capitolo e si sono trovate infinite volte a collezionare capitoli di vita incompleti a te che alle 3 di notte ti senti sola a te che incolpi i pensieri perché ti fanno male resti inerme di fronte a quello specchio consumato e ti illudi che a essere frantumata sei proprio tu a meeee per tutti questi anni a me per tuti gli anni che mi mancano

[squipy]

i have never played a kingdom hearts game in my life but my partner let me stanch a few games from her the main one she wanted me to try was kingdom heart... what could go wrong :D

[cignobiancocignonero]

Non è vero, come dicono,

che le difficoltà rendono forti.

No, le difficoltà rilevano chi è forte.

Ci permettono di scoprire una forza

che non avremmo saputo di avere.

Ma non fortificano, stancano.

E le persone forti sono stanche,

anche se ce la fanno.

A. D. Distefano

[acciaiochirurgico]

giorno 42 che lavoro al museo e le mie considerazioni sono ancora le stesse:

Ieri ero in treno di ritorno da Forlì, era l'ultimo giorno di una formazione legata alla sicurezza sul lavoro. ero con due mie colleghe di cui una è una mia cara amica con la quale sto riuscendo a stringere meglio. eravamo tutte molto stanche -dopo tutto siamo dove partire alle 06:30 della mattina per sorbirci un volontario di croce rossa parlarci ininterrottamente per sei ore delle punture delle zecche mente noi lavoriamo in un museo...??- e abbiamo iniziato a ridere per ogni piccola cavolata. così fra una risata e una chiacchiera troppo rumorosa mi sono messa a pensare a quanto, in quel momento, fossi felice. serena. veramente, genuinamente, spensierata. mi sono sentita incredibilmente fortunata: sto facendo il lavoro dei miei sogni e per la prima volta il contesto in cui mi trovo è tranquillo e senza inutili rivalità. i miei colleghi e le mie colleghe sono tutti dei ragazzi in gamba e simpaticissimi e ogni giorno al museo è sempre così divertente. mi sento esattamente dove dovrei essere e per la prima volta tutto sta andando davvero come dovrebbe e gli anni delle notti insonni e gli attacchi di panico sono vaghi ricordi sfuocati. mi sento una persona nuova, come se avessi lasciato la mia vecchia pelle indietro, come se avessi fatto una muta dentro la quale sono rimasi vecchi rancori, i risentimenti, i dolori, la rabbia ed ora sono semplicemente.. cresciuta. forse è che semplicemente ad una certo punto uno si stanca di essere triste e scontento e cerca di fare il meglio per se stesso, o magari lavorare tre anni con il pubblico mi ha reso estroversa e sicura di me, fatto sta che comunque al momento le cose stanno continuamdo ad andare bene e presto inizierò a guidare anche io i tour della capitale come piccola guida hehe ✨ (rido ma sto morendo di paura? certamente! M A lo devo fare q u u i n d i..)

Giorno 04 di lavoro

sono molto contenata e soddisfatta, lavorare nei musei mi piace davvero tanto e mi fa sentire bene con me stessa perché per la prima volta mi sento di saper fare bene il mio lavoro e di riuscire a dare il meglio senza paura.

mi sento felice, leggera, realizzata. mi sento come se tutto stesse andando al suo posto e per la prima volta voglio solo godermi il flusso.

[mancino]

Non sempre è vero

che le difficoltà rendono forti.

Le difficoltà rilevano chi è forte, e permettono di scoprire una forza

che non sapevamo di avere.

Ma le difficoltà non fortificano, stancano.

E le persone forti sono stanche,

anche se ce la fanno.

(A. D. Distefano)

Si ricomincia

Buongiornooo 🌞

[female-rappers]

Stanch D, Nhance - What You Like 

[canesenzafissadimora]

Non è vero, come dicono,

che le difficoltà rendono forti.

No, le difficoltà rilevano chi è forte.

Ci permettono di scoprire una forza

che non avremmo saputo di avere.

Ma non fortificano, stancano.

E le persone forti sono stanche,

anche se ce la fanno.

A. D. Distefano

[beautifully-mine]

Non è vero, come dicono,

che le difficoltà rendono forti.

No, le difficoltà rilevano chi è forte.

Ci permettono di scoprire una forza

che non avremmo saputo di avere.

Ma non fortificano, stancano.

E le persone forti sono stanche,

anche se ce la fanno.

(A. D. Distefano)

#difficoltà #forzainteriore #crisi #eticamente

“Un nuovo studio afferma che i gatti comprendono perfettamente tutto quello che diciamo. Semplicemente non gli interessa.

Io sono un gatto.”

(Mammuth)

[thirdtofifth]

Glassdust Hulk Large construct, unaligned Armor Class 16 (natural armor) Hit Points 152 (16d10 + 64) Speed 30 ft. Str 22, Dex 11, Con 19, Int 3, Wis 11, Cha 2 Damage Immunities fire, poison, psychic; bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks that aren't adamantine Damage Vulnerabilities thunder Condition Immunities charmed, exhaustion, frightened, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned Senses darkvision 120 ft. passive Perception 10 Languages understands the languages of its creator but can't speak Challenge 10 (5900 XP) Immutable Form. The glassdust hulk is immune to any spell or effect that would alter its form. Magic Resistance. The glassdust hulk has advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects. Magic Weapons. The glassdust hulk's weapon attacks are magical. Actions Multiattack. The glassdust hulk makes two slam attacks. Slam. Melee Weapon Attack: +10 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 15 (2d8+6) bludgeoning damage plus 4 (1d8) piercing damage. If the glassdust hulk scores a critical hit, and the target is a creature other than an undead or construct, the target must succeed on a DC 16 Constitution saving throw or lose 3 (1d6) hit points at the start of each of its turns due to a bleeding wound. Each time the glassdust hulk hits the wounded target with this attack, the damage dealt by the wound increases by 3 (1d6). Any creature can take an action to stanch the wound with a successful DC 16 Wisdom (Medicine) check. The wound also closes if the target receives magical healing. Shard Storm (Recharge 6). The glassdust hulk conjures a storm of glass shards. When it does, each creature within 30 feet of it must make a DC 16 Dexterity saving throw. On a failed save, a creature takes 35 (10d6) slashing damage and is blinded for 1 minute. On a successful save, a creature takes half as much damage and isn't blinded. A blinded creature may make a DC 16 Constitution saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect for itself on a success. Reactions Barbed Backswipe. Whenever a creature within 5 feet of the glassdust hulk misses it with a melee attack, the glassdust hulk can use its reaction to force that creature to succeed on a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw or take 8 (1d4+6) slashing damage.

This construct was created by mages of Esper for reasons unknown. It’s a very effective combatant, but tends to cause quite a bit of collateral damage. They stand around 12 feet tall and weigh around 3 tons. 

Another creature from Magic the Gathering, the Shards of Alara block specifically, the Glassdust Hulk intrigued me as a monster concept, so I decided to break with my typical 3.5 monster conversions to bring you this Magic the Gathering monster, statted up for D&D 5e. Don’t worry, more 3.5 conversions are on the way!

[incamminoblog]

#PANEQUOTIDIANO, «PREGATE IL SIGNORE DELLA MESSE, PERCHÉ MANDI OPERAI NELLA SUA MESSE!»

La Liturgia di Sabato 9 Dicembre 2023  VANGELO (Mt 9,35-10,1.6-8) Commento:Rev. D. Xavier PAGÉS i Castañer (Barcelona, Spagna) In quel tempo, Gesù percorreva tutte le città e i villaggi, insegnando nelle loro sinagoghe, annunciando il vangelo del Regno e guarendo ogni malattia e ogni infermità.Vedendo le folle, ne sentì compassione, perché erano stanche e sfinite come pecore che non hanno…