#The Floating Hospital

[jadewritesficshere]

Just thinking about s4 but when Alpha!Eddie grabs Steve to shove the bottle against his neck, he doesn't realize Steve is an omega and accidentally scruffs him. And Steve is just boneless, kinda goes down. And Eddie isn't expecting deadweight and almost falls ontop of Steve but realizes what's happening (let's just say he's fought off a few bullies who scruffed members of his pack). He immediately drops the bottle and holds onto Steve, who tries to scent Eddie. Just shoves his face into Eddie's neck and nuzzles it, lets out a purr unintentionally.

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dialogue 10 "i can't sleep either. mind if i join you?"

emotion S exhaustion

setting Turtle the corner bed in a hospital ward

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"You look like shit."

Tim rolled his head from one side to the other so he could look at his bully, hearing several concerning clicking noises in his neck. Pale and dressed in a threadbare hospital gown, Dick looked about how Tim felt.

He sat up straighter in the cheap chair stationed at the foot of the hospital bed. He watched goose bumps spring up down the length of Dick's arm. "At least I don't have swiss cheese for lungs," Tim said, his voice low and raspy from disuse.

Dick smacked his gums, looking around the dreary hospital room, but he didn't ask for water and Tim was too drained to get up unprompted. "How long have I been out?"

"Few hours."

"And the idiot that shot me?"

"Probably in the waiting room praying you pull through so he doesn't lose his pension."

"God I hate undercover cop work."

Tim hummed. "Your partner managed to hit two pedestrians and a gyro truck too. You were the worst off though." His eyes fell to the lump under Dick's thin cotton gown - the bandages over his incision sight. The bullet proof vest had prevented an actual entry, but the already broken ribs he'd gone to work with had splintered under the pressure and punctured his right lung. Idiots. All of them.

Their eyes met and it felt a little like they were the same person, just in two different bodies. "And you're my babysitter?"

"The others would be here, but it's a busy night. You picked a really inconvenient time to get shot."

"My bad. I'll make sure to clear it with you in advance next time."

"I would appreciate at least forty-eight hours notice."

It was familiar banter. They were joking with each other, but too tired to laugh or even smile.

"I've been trying to help out remotely," Tim continued, "But my brain is still just-" he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, "-mush."

"The flu has barely left your body. Would it make a difference if I told you that you should rest?"

"Would it make a difference if I told you to rest?" Tim shot back, though there was no heat in it. Tim's emotional reservoir was a dried up crater.

Dick gave the barest shake of his head. "Hurts too much. And it's too exposed here."

Tim nodded, staring at the ground. "I get that." He didn't bother asking if Dick wanted more meds. "We'll get you moved soon as possible. A Bludhaven county hospital would not have been my choice, but you had to go and get hurt on the job."

Dick grunted. His eyes fell shut, but only for a moment. He looked truly miserable, exhausted in the most bone deep way.

"Well," Tim braced his hands on his thighs, "I can't sleep either. Mind if I join you?" He nodded to the bed that was one step above a straw mattress.

Dick didn't answer, but he didn't protest when Tim stood and walked around the side of the bed. He even wiggled over to free up a bit of space on the side that an IV wasn't coming out of.

With all the care his frayed body could manage, Tim kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, his front pressed to Dick's side. He unzipped his hoodie and stretched it over as much of Dick as he could to share his body heat.

It felt like they'd used up all the words they were capable of. The quiet was nice, though. He rested his head on Dick's shoulder, eyes on the door. It wouldn't make much of a difference, but he hoped it made Dick feel better anyway.

[my-life-my-stories-my-love]

So I have something called slipping rib syndrome. That means that I was born with floating rib and then suffered a chest trauma that caused my ribs to move or “slip” out of place and aggravate the surrounding nerves. This is extremely painful and relatively unheard of.

It took me 13 doctors and nurses to get diagnosed and when I finally was it was by a medical student. Everyone told me it was all in my head and I just had anxiety and needed to go to school. I was also told when pointing out a lump near my ribs (which turned out to be my slipping ribs sticking out) that I was just skinny.

I ended up missing 148 days of school due to the pain because some days I couldn’t even get out of bed let alone walk across my high school huge ass campus.

The worst part is this is normal for slipping rib syndrome in teenagers and younger children. The surgeon I saw said that my story of the multiple doctors and nurses and being told it was in my head was common and he heard that story all the time from his patients.

I don’t know what is happening to the medical field but not everything is in people’s head and it pays off to take them seriously. I cannot even begin to count the number of people I know who can say that doctors and the medical field generally suck and that they aren’t taken seriously. Especially with women and teenagers and it’s such bullshit. Everyone should be taken seriously when it comes to the physical and mental care no one knows you better than yourself. And I know some people genuinely have their medical issues come from within the head/brain but that should still be taken seriously and not brushed off.

Medical professionals please take note and take your patients seriously. And NEVER dismiss them and refuse to listen and provide options for treatment and testing.

[fauvester]

hospital au SQH, in the nurse's break room: there's no shame in dropping out of med school, I couldn't even afford to apply. I mean, what, did you kill someone or something?

xie lian:

SQH: oh my godddddd. brooooo oh my god for real?????

[yujeong]

Pete is drifting.

His chest barely moves as he's laying on the bed. He doesn't blink. His eyesight blurs at the edges, then all at once before it clears again. He doesn't feel hot or cold, his body a detached thing from the rest of him, whatever that may be.

It's nice, or whatever the opposite of nice is. Maybe. He doesn't know.

Sound becomes distorted. Cars driving outside, water running from the sink, a faint murmur from somewhere far away or right next to him, he can't tell.

It doesn't bother him. Nothing does.

His focus is wavering. He wants to close his eyes, but it'd probably make everything worse. A part of him doesn't care.

There are things expected of him to say, to do. He can't right now, so he stays still and he doesn't blink and he stares at the ceiling with the hope that he'll be able to soon.

Vegas' fingers gently cup his cheek. He moves Pete's head to face his, a red and hollow sight that steals Pete's shallow breath away.

"I'm sorry," Vegas says. His voice breaks. His voice always breaks when he has to say those words.

Pete hums. He pretends the tears that fall from his eyes don't exist.

[guppypuppy84]

panera bread is so fucking good when there’s not a bitch in your ear telling you it’s nasty

[luxuryon]

[parkeryangs]

missed work today bc i've been getting progressively sicker for like a week and my boss asked if i'm coming back tomorrow since i was negative for covid . um

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Doped-up eight year olds are funniest people on the planet. I'm sad they injured themselves so badly they need to get zonked out to get whatever it is fixed but seeing a child come out from anesthesia for the first time and telling a nurse they can taste colors and drunkenly telling their parents how much they love them helps me not hate my job

[llycaons]

they're sure to be busy at work tomorrow but I really need this ultrasound and if I don't get it tomorrow I won't get it for another month 💀 I was supposed to get it LAST month but I freaking forgor

[rabbitcruiser]

An iron lung respirator was used for the first time at Children’s Hospital in Boston on October 12, 1928.   

[sapoteylx]

tw hospital ment.

ummmm fic idea where peter is hospitalized due to mental health and tony avoids him for a little (once hes back) because peter is starting to remind him of himself

but then they finally see each other and tony sees that peter is upset/uncomfortable so hes like. yeah i was hospitalized once too

and they talk?? about feelings and experiences??? oouh shudders

[bklynmusicnerd]

No cause Nik fully intended to use that demon spawn as a do-over at parenthood, and here we have Spencer blatantly vicariously living through demon spawn and having a do-over at childhood. They are never beating the father and son charges.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Today is going to be so painfully boring

[deepinthedirt]

Man. I am counting down the days until I can quit my current job. This company violates sooooo many labor laws.

[lilypixels]

some random gameplay outtakes xD