#Tw blood transfusion

[meggsssart]

Just some silly Bloodborne things

Byrgenwerth college AU anyone? But instead of studying normal subjects they're taking the Old Blood, grave robbing and learning about the Eldritch Truth... 🧠🩸☠️

[aealrizen]

Childhood was half a memory even before Midas had lost everything. He was stuck inside a lot, sometimes unable to leave the hospital bed on his own. His father was always there, as his caretaker and support. Some days were good, almost normal. Other days there wasn’t much more Hesopher could do other than cradle Midas in a ball as he sobbed, waiting for the painkillers to dull the ache. Midas had taken to more mild hobbies because of it. A lot of books were borrowed, puzzles created for him as he got bored of the others being too easy. Time spent on his dad’s lap watching him program very simple software had piqued Midas’ interest when he was a toddler, and being confined to bed rest often had only nurtured his soon insatiable interest. Hesopher often found broken machines dismantled in Midas’ room, only to be reassembled sometime later into something functioning, but often scraped together into another purpose.

It was from Midas that the idea had come. A twelve year old boy absorbing the contents of a huge book as though it could provide more nutrients for his thin body than the sandwich he was absently nibbling out of obedience and not desire.

“Hey Dad?” Midas called, finally willing the courage to ask.

“Hmm?” Hesopher hummed, looking over from his computer to give his son his full attention. He often worked in the same room, just to be there when he was needed as well as unable to let a single moment go just in case Midas wouldn’t be there much longer.

“What if…,” Midas started, pausing to chew his lip gently before hesitantly continuing as he looked to his dad. “What if I became a cyborg? Wouldn’t that cure me?”

The question stunned Hesopher into silence, all of the warnings and condemnation associated with the brand flooding into his mind along with a distinct unwillingness to ever let his son be associated with the stigma. But he wasn’t stupid. He hadn’t thought of it before, but it actually made perfect sense. Replace the bones that housed the faulty blood. A nanite system to monitor his son’s health and help stabilize it. Take all the technology keeping Midas alive, make most of it microscopic, and put it inside Midas’ body. It sounded like a terrifying wish granted by mythical fae.

Hesopher found himself unable to respond, and Midas took that as a suggestion that his idea might be considered. “Leukemia is listed as one of the cancers they were able to cure in the past,” he spoke, voice cautious as he was expecting the same reaction he’d heard so many times before from other people. Don’t ever talk about cyborgs. Don’t even mention that accursed practice. Cyborgs were the reason the world was the way it is now. Broken, barren, stripped of humanity like the machines that had made it that way. But with what he knew, and with half his life being taken from him already, Midas was starting to feel it would be better to be called a monster than unable to get out of bed on his own, and held the book he was reading up to the page that proved his claim.

“But…,” Hesopher finally found his voice again, and it was void of any anger. Just a mix of fear and extremely hesitant hope. “The cyborgs all went berserk. It’s not a stable state of being,” he reluctantly repeated history, sliding the wheeled chair over to the bedside to show that he wasn’t opposed to the conversation. He just didn’t see how it could work without cursing his son to madness.

Midas took that as encouragement to continue, drawing a breath bubbling in excitement. “That’s just it though. Machines can’t go berserk. It’s impossible. You know that. You know just how stupid computers really are. How many times have we both been cursing at how dumb the computer is just because we forgot to tell it to do, or not to do something that humans intuitively figure out on their own?” Midas scooted closer to his dad, the blood transfusion tube connected to him today following and his foot nudging one of the recent projects on the bed. “You see it, don’t you? Machines can only do what they’re programmed to do. What humans tell them to do. The cyborgs didn’t just randomly go berserk, someone programmed them to do it.”

It was true. Hesopher had never really thought about it considering cybernetic study was practically taboo now, and the events of history had happened more than a hundred years ago. But what Midas said made sense. Horrifying sense, but sense nonetheless. The idea that someone had programmed the cyborg apocalypse made more sense to Hesopher’s mind than the historically carried idea that it had just happened like some sort of machine uprising.

His silence only encouraged Midas to continue, repeating his argument and addressing additional concerns as they came up. 

“Machines can only do what humans tell them to. What they’re programmed to do. So someone had to program the berserk virus. Humanity’s greatest predator is still ourselves.” Midas paused only to flip back to a previous page in the book, showing the section about how each cyborg in the past had been given a unique 2400 character passcode that had to be used when they were getting any maintenance. “ In the past, cybernetic components were still left open to a network to allow for maintenance. They had an in that any hacker that was angry enough could have easily gotten into, especially since they kept all the codes in one place, since it was the same company that monopolized cybernetic implants. But there’s two cyborgs that are well known to have never gone berserk, despite being in the middle of them constantly.”

Hesopher paid attention as his son showed him another page, realizing that this had been something Midas had spent a lot of time thinking about before today, the faces of the two cyborg war heroes printed on the page speaking of their unique cases. “...They somehow ended up with hermetic codes,” Hesopher repeated the historically accepted consensus for why those two heroes were immune to the berserker virus. “But no one knows how to recreate them. Humans are too unique and varied, no one can figure out how to make a code that matches them.”

“Then why not just let them write their own hermetic code?” Midas asked, as though he was answering a question a bunch of small children were puzzling over. “Sometimes humans spend so long trying to recreate what already exists. Every human is completely unique. Every human is nature’s own hermetic code. It was a happenstance in the past that the nanite code would be similar enough to those guys’ biology that it would form a hermetic code on its own, and they probably ended up modifying their own code enough to detach it from C-Tech’s old database. But what if we just don’t give them a code? What if we just tell them they have to have a code, and let the nanites create one along with their human host? Adopt their biological signature as their own. Completely. Humans have always had a knack for adapting. So why not let them write their own code?”

It sounded too simple to be the actual answer. But that was also part of the reason it made sense. If, following Midas’ logic stemming from the berserker virus being made by humans, and spread because someone essentially took over the control someone else already had over the cyborgs, then it would be easy to explain the apparent accident. It made way more sense to Hesopher than the excuse that it was just a fault with machines that were too intelligent. Machines weren’t intelligent, just obedient. Unquestioningly obedient, and diligent. So in the wrong hands they were definitely destructive instead of helpful. And humans were notorious for being destructive even before the existence of computers.

So if they made sure no one had control but the person the machines were part of?

Hesopher drew a sharp inhale, rising to his feet abruptly enough he caused the chair to tip and thump back to the floor loudly. He wouldn’t agree to it just yet, but it was the first time in years there had been an option that might save his son. “We have to test it first. Not on you,” he relented, feeling his heart melt when Midas gained the most genuine and excited smile he’d seen since he’d been a small child.

“Thanks Dad,” Midas breathed, flinging his hands around Hesopher’s neck to hug him as tightly as his thin arms would let him.

Hesopher’s return hug was much more gentle, wanting to smother his brilliant, stubborn, hopeful son but also not wanting to hurt him. They wouldn’t be able to ask for help, and wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what they were planning. It wasn’t like C-Tech had given up their hold on cybernetic technology after all. On the surface C-Tech claimed a worldwide ban on even the theoretical research of human integrated cybernetics. Forcing those who studied critical parts of similar studies to be registered in their database. There were even cases of people being executed for getting on C-tech’s bad side. It was risky, and if they succeeded he and Midas might end up exiled from Eutoli. But that was worth it to Hesopher if it meant keeping Midas alive, and being able to make him healthy enough to live a life outside of a hospital room.

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fluffy socks and a cozy hat for the boy 'cause he gets cold easily =3=

[maybeamiles]

One piece time! This time I'm covering Fishman Island, and doing it a bit differently.

I'm writing down my thoughts as I watch the episodes, then I'm gonna go back through once I hit a good stopping point and edit them to be more cohesive, with a lightning round of my favorite moments at the end. This is gonna be a longer post, so here's a cut to make things easier on everyone.

It seems there are some similarities between this arc and the last one. Last time, even with some of the strongest people in the world by his side, Luffy failed to save Ace and his crew. I think this arc is meant to show us just how much stronger everyone has gotten.

Now, at first, I thought Hordy would have gotten the energy steroids from Doflamingo or Big Mam, since they might've benefited from the unrest at Fishman Island. I also thought Hordy might have been Fisher Tiger's son once they started talking about his "true identity."

I was wrong on both fronts. Everything about Hordy was created from circumstances on Fishman Island. It makes thematic sense. One of the biggest themes in One Piece is the idea of "inherited will." AKA: Our most valuable legacies are our dreams. On Fishman Island, we also see inherited trauma. This explains why Otohime wanted to move everyone above land. It wasn't to save the fishmen from humans, it was to save the fishmen from themselves. By refusing to pass on their hatred, they're trying to keep the spark of hope alive in people.

AND SPEAKING OF INHERITED WILL- Fire fist Ace! Luffy is using Ace's power! He's carrying his brother with him! He doesn't want anyone else to die because of what happened before.

And that blood transfusion scene? The people behind that deserve a raise. The music choice and timing were amazing. It really highlighted exactly what was behind this moment, which to us seems so simple Really shows that a good song and visual motif can elevate a scene.

I'm looking forward to the new world and seeing what Big Mam is all about. I've heard Wholecake Island does great things for our boy Sanji, that should be fun.

LIGHTNING ROUND:

The "Luffy Vs. Jimbei" Episode made me laugh at how little fighting there actually was.

The squid who swam too close to the sun and his still-living pal are references to Daedelus and Icarus.

Hordy's bleached redesign is one of my personal favorite tropes.

It took me waaaay too long to realize the guy in the intro with the straw hat was Rodger, not Luffy

Of Course Hordy pulled a Macbeth and killed the person he framed for the queen's death, classic.

Robin needs to have a "Gigantesco Pie" attack ("Pie" is Spanish for foot). It bugged me when she called her giant kick attack "Gigantesco Mano" which would be "giant hand"

I do however love how all of Robin's attacks are Spanish. Lets me flex what little Spanish I do know.

Sanji's moonwalk is amazing.

Franky got the magical girl transformation he deserves.

I love the "Honk" sound his tank makes when it fires.

Surume is officially the best straw hat pet.

I look forward to the day when Zoro gets to properly duel someone of his skill level

[autobotmedic]

what have you crafted from my workshop?

a chalice

the cup is made to be passed between hands, shaped to be drunk from, well-suited for rituals of all kinds. sharing. sacrifice. when you hand it away, it is never empty; the chalice enters the hand of another and without fail it is brimming full. you feel lightheaded. you hand it to someone else, intending to share, giving them something to drink; you feel suddenly, horribly dizzy. you hand it off again. it’s only when you see the liquid spill from the corner of someone’s mouth that you recognize the blood inside the cup. it’s only when you give it to someone else, yet again, when the faintness rushes over you like a wave, that you realize where the blood is coming from. the people around you are still thirsty. you hand the chalice away again.

[spiderbunnifics]

A Bad Situation: And A Worse Solution

Disclaimer: do NOT try to do DIY blood transfusions, I mostly made this to help me remember the steps of drawing blood for my phlebotomy class, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.

   “Oh well Steve’s doing it so he’ll be okay” HE ISN’T LIVING LONG ENOUGH TO HAVE SIDE EFFECTS.

    “Alright, alright, I’m setting you down..” Claire sighs, finally kneeling on the concrete floor of the -- hopefully -- safe room; feeling the coldness of the material seep through the denim of her jeans and into her skin. She tentatively set the taller boy to the ground, letting him lean his back to the wall, sending ripples of chills and cold straight through his hair and to his neck. The light sprinkle of freckles on his face were much more distinguishable against the boy's pallid skin 

     He groans and shifts, head lolling slightly as Steve lays his hands on the ground. Adjusting how he’s sitting -- trying to keep from putting pressure on his tailbone.

Claire’s hands raced to ghost next to his shoulders, trying to soften the pressure between his back and the wall. Steve was already the most reckless person she had ever met; from doing (his version of)  acrobatics to air-kick the undead to try and save Claire from a monsters grip, all the way to nabbing those twin guns, without even maybe taking in the fact that they could very well be booby-trapped. 

He was a good kid. Sweet, even; But god he had less than zero survival skills.

When she leaned back and away from his crumpled form, Claire had to take time to find the injury again; she knew it was a seemingly small gash in his arm. Every time he unbent it, the gash seemed to open a little more, revealing the crimson of the deep cavity that the cage-trap had left him. Claire remembered how, before the pain had even registered, he joked about the cage leaving a ‘parting gift’, elaborating on the joke after seeing just how bad the injury was -- and just how worried the injury was making her -- in that usual trying-to-be-charming way. 

Now that she thought about it, he had barely reacted to the pain, his body too frazzled by the copious amounts of adrenaline in his blood, pumping through his body. 

 Steve was lucky to only walk away with a gash, excessive bleeding and all; anyone else, and the falling cage would have severed his arm by the elbow, and he would’ve died from blood loss minutes ago in Claire Redfield’s arms.

Speaking of blood loss, Claire thought, we should probably find something to do about it.. There really wasn’t much she could do for the blood that had already left his system; now that most of it was caked on the dirty, decrepit floor, she was sure he wouldn’t appreciate it if she found a way to put that back in his system..  

Claire looked from the door they had just walked through, all the way to Steve, who now looked much more dazed, staring off in her general direction, his blue-green-hazel eyes appeared glassy; like they’d been open for too long, like they’d been exhausted from numerous sleepless nights. His breaths were shallow -- so much so that she had to really squint to see the rise and fall of his shoulders, and Claire could see the faintest of bluish hues on his lips, the kind of hue that made Claire’s stomach churn like a witches brew.

“Steve..” she watches as his head lowers as if he was starting to fall into slumber, his shoulders slumped forward as he gives no answer, no acknowledgment.  

“Steve!!” A shout, this time, firmer than she’d meant it to be. 

This time he jumped, immediately wincing at the sudden, involuntary movement that made Claire's heart clench right away.

“What?? I’m up, I’m awake!?” He sount more annoyed than anything now; even if the sudden burst of energy clearly exhausted him more than he’d like to admit.

Well, they couldn’t just stay here like sitting ducks. Steve’s losing a lot of blood, and I’m not sure what herbs -- if any -- could help stop the blood, She thought.

    She knew she was on the edge of talking to herself, as she always was when stressed, she’d done it throughout high school, did it at Raccoon City, and now she was sure she’d do it here, too. 

After a few more blinks, Claire’s mind finally thought up a solution! It was … dumb, and likely would cause so many problems for Steve in the future, but it was a good solution when you were in a biohazard and had literally nothing else.

Claire remembered seeing on Steve’s prison ID card that he had blood type AB; yeah?

    Well, the thing to remember about AB was that it was a universal receiver -- when it came to blood types --. If he did have AB blood, any other blood type would be able to properly mitigrate into his. 

So, given all that, who’s to say she couldn’t … use the butterfly needle, syringe, and expired vacuum tubes she took from the room on rockfort with that undead analyticist?  

Maybe take some of her O-type blood using the butterfly needle, connect it to the vacuum tube, get the syringe into the tube, and inject the blood into Steve’s wound? She could even use her own prison jacket as a makeshift tourniquet.. 

Right?

Well, it was …. Decently worth a try.

“Steve, you’re gonna have to forgive me.”

“Wha- why??- what’re you gonna d—”

“Something really, really stupid.”

He looked mildly scared now. Maybe he did have survival skills, after all.. 

Trudging through her satchel, Claire scrabbled a few items out; “Butterfly needle, vacuum tube, syringe… jacket.. Left luger..” 

Now that the items were sprawled out on the floor (Okay, not the most sanitary, but this is prison. And a Biohazard.), Claire finally let herself concentrate; mentally going over the steps in her head; She wasn’t … exactly certified with this kind of stuff, per se.. She had taken half a course on it during high school, but even then, she barely listened.. 

   “So.. what ‘Stupid’ thing are you … uhm.. Doing..?” His voice was small now, the bravado he’d kept tucked in the back of his throat; he trusted her, with his life, even, but he didn’t like it when she had no clue what to do. He needed her to know what to do.

“Well, It requires needles, and--”

“And you want to use me as a human pincushion.” His tone became hesitantly jovial, but it was cut off with a grimace; Claire could see his hand tremble very slightly. 

“More or less,” Claire murmurs, a faint smile had begun to rear, “And somethin’ tells me you’ll happily let me?”

“I guess” 

“Good boy.”

With a huff, Steve lays back, his back against the wall as he looks to the wall behind her. 

     Claire guessed that -- despite his bravado -- he didn’t care for needles, because his eyes stayed there, a thousand-yard-stare.

Claire quickly scurried to his side, gently taking his arm in her hand, her blue eyes trying to find the biggest vein in his arm. She didn’t necessarily need to know where it was immediately, but it was best to look for it while assembling the needle set.

Claire inhales deeply, shaking hands struggling to tie the tourniquet on herself properly,

    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve's hands raise up towards her, silently offering help; but she shook her head, she couldn’t ask him to help her with it, not when he was already so weak, and certainly not as she could see his head tilted at an awkward angle, he looked too tired to keep it fully upright.

She somehow managed to get the tourniquet tightened on her arm properly, just a pointer-finger-length away from her inner elbow

‘Two inches above injection spot’

She winced at the feeling of the strange, stretchy material digging into the skin of her arm as it tightened.

‘Feel for the vein.. The tourniquet can only stay on for a minute…’

Claire picked up the opaque connector, securely screwing it to the right, unintentionally ignoring something -- probably something stupid -- Steve was in the middle of saying

She held the wings to the butterfly needle up, making sure the bevel was up 

‘Fifteen-to-thirty degree angle…’

She angled the needle upwards to her vein ever so slightly; did she know whether it was the right angle? Absolutely not. No way. In no way did she know.

But she tries anyway, she carefully -- gently -- sinks the needle into her skin, wincing at the very mild sting that dripped onto her nerves. 

Through lidded eyes, Claire sees the flash of red between the wings of the butterfly needle; Claire hurries to secure the vacuum tube into the holder; she was so focused on looking for a flash within the needle that she almost didn’t even react.

Her eyes raced to that vacuum tube, entranced eyes watching as her own blood slowly filled the tube, she knew she’d need a lot of blood for Steve -- though, hopefully not needing to take out enough to where she would pass out --

She …. Probably left the needle in for too long; not that she could really feel any difference.

Claire makes no effort to band-aide the spot the needle punctured, carefully pulling said needle out of her arm and discarding it to the side -- not the safest way of disposal, but this is Rockfort Island, after all. -- 

     “Hey Steve?”

He hummed, blinking a few times before his full attention went to her.

    No words needed to be said, it would be better if they weren’t, even.

“You are …. Really not going to like this next part..” Claire’s trembling voice falters the words, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice, or, if he did, he hadn’t shown it.

The taller boy took a breath, grappling for the strength to start actually speaking.

       It was, at least, a minute before he finally spoke again, his voice tinted with exhaustion:

“I… Don’t think I really have a choice, do I?”

Claire couldn’t help the chuckle she let out. “Nope.. But, uhm, listen: You’re losing a lot of blood, I don’t have the right …” a pause.  

    “Materials, the right materials to do this right.. So I’m going to try to redneck it.”

“Redneck it??”

“...Gonna try to work with what we have and worry about it later.”

After a few seconds, he nods, “I can handle it.. We’ve been through worse, right?” Some of that bravado came rearing to front, and she sees him smile as soon as he finished the word ‘right’ 

Nodding back, Claire recovers some of her fallen confidence, biting the side of her bottom lip as she grabs for the syringe previously set to the side.  

     She grabbed the medical wrap she stole from the analyst zombie earlier in rockfort, unwrapping it so she could tightly bind Steve's injured arm in the pink wrap (“Well that’s manly” Steve grumbled, Claire couldn’t really tell if he was joking or not, so she let it go.) 

“Yeah.. been through worse..”

Claire dipped the needle’s tip into the vacuum tube, pulling up the plunger until all the blood from the tube was inside the chamber of the needle, she even checked the chamber once to make sure the blood was all … well, right-looking, texture-wise, not that claire could really tell what hemolyzed blood looked like.

“This is the part I was talking about.” she forewarns.

Claire was quick to sink the needle into Steve's upper arm, figuring it was better to get it over with than settling it into the large vein -- and being careful to not hit the vein wall -- with very little struggle. 

   “Alllll…..lmost done..” She holds the ‘l’ phoneme, initially unintentionally as she’s so fixated on focusing, the last thing she wants is to do this wrong, to burst a vein, or cause one to collapse.  

   Claire wouldn’t forgive herself if she had done any of those..

She moves her thumb, pressing down on the plunger of the syringe; and setting the blood inside the chamber on the path into the younger man’s vein. Claire’s blue-hazel eyes look up steadily at Steve’s face to check for any expression, softening as she sees him wincing slightly -- likely only at the syringe--, Claire quickly apologized with a murmur.

And then, finally, once the plunger was flush against the chamber’s edge, and the chamber was devoid of blood, Claire slowly pulled the needle out of his vein and skin.

She carefully wrapped the area in the stretchy medical tape, drawing it tightly as she kept pressure on the area with her left thumb.

“Is it over..?” Steve’s voice was small, still, as if he was afraid to speak any louder.

A simple nod is all the answer Claire needs to give him, because as soon as he seems to process her movement as a response, his shoulders untense, and he’s clearly brought to some sort of ease, by the way he finally rests and leans back fully against the wall he’s laying against; he breathes heavily for a few moments until finally letting out a “thank God”. 

    Claire’s lips turned up into a relieved smile as she set everything aside, not bothering to clean or sanitize -- because, well, it is Rockfort Island.

Claire leaned forward, lazily allowing herself to fold into Steve’s arms, as she sighed again, in relief: enjoying how Steve’s warmth emitted from his form. 

“Claire..?” 

“Yeah?  what’s up?”

“We … we get to rest here for a while... Right..?” 

Claire paused momentarily, “Yeah.., I mean, I was just gonna lay on you and make you rest, but I guess this works too..” 

She felt him shake with laughter, his arm cradling her closer.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Blood Transfusions in Whump ❣️

TW: blood, fainting, shock, needles/IVs

I love blood transfusions because they're so visceral they reach right through the page and make people (me) almost pass out while writing/reading them. And there are so many opportunities.

Whumpee is terrified of needles and has to be restrained.

Whumpee is already in shock in from heavy blood loss.

Whumpee goes into shock from fear of the transfusion.

Whumpee passes out due to fear of needles.

The possibility of the body rejecting the transfusion.

The sensation of the needle burrowing into the skin. The sensation of veins inflating. The deeply unsettling (or comforting?) sensation of something warm and foreign and belonging to another person's body entering their own.

Caretaker is the one giving blood, literally pouring life directly into Whumpee in an act of direct, physical support.

Caretaker is the one giving blood AND the one performing the transfusion, due to some emergency situation. They have to stay calm and keep the procedure going while rapidly losing blood.

Caretaker and Whumpee's hands clasped together as their blood mixes, holding one another from both the inside and outside of their bodies.

As Caretaker's strength transfers to Whumpee, they gradually become faint, creating a role reversal by the end of the sequence.

[ggustie]

how would blood transfusions work in alternia?

cuz like if youre a fuschia blood, theres none you can get since ur the only one on the planet with that blood type??

idk, since culling is encouraged on alternia they may not even have the concept of blood transfusions there, or even hospitals idk

[amugoffandoms]

can't tell if amane's cult hates the idea of first aid in general or exchanging

I think this was translated on Twitter (and i think this is from @/maristelina), but I'll just do a quick copy and paste here for anyone who doesn't have the app:

This letter that's attached to the door says something along the lines of:

For those who refuse: We will respond as follows: For patients who refuse to undergo: We will perform: However, if both the patient and the physician agree that: It will be carried out. Even in cases where it is not present, we will proceed with the transfusion. For your family and guardians: We will make efforts to ensure your understanding, And we strive to proceed as smoothly as possible.

And, note that the same door has a lecture notice:

in that post, I mentioned the last topic was the most interesting to me:

- Regarding the reality of normal hospital institution’s exchange/give and take situation

Regarding the reality of normal hospital institution's exchange/give and take situation.

What kind of wording is that? Like, what are you exactly trying to say?

Then, it hit me when I was reading the voice drama translation when I woke up earlier:

A: Shidou Kirisaki… His actions violate our rules. I have given him a warning. If he continues, I suppose it will be inevitable for me to intervene.

Shidou used to do organ transplants. That can be considered as a give and take situation/exchange.

Besides the fact Shidou is treating Amane like a child, she hates how he is a surgeon.

I'm not entirely sure if Amane has asked Mahiru and Fuuta to repent. I know she's said she would pray for them, but repenting? As far as I'm aware, nothing. (Edit! So, Amane has asked Fuuta to repent. Because of that, it does skew my theory a little bit, but it's alright. Either way, it does help figure out what their stance on first aid is. Please check out the reblog regarding that here!)

The only problem is that it seems oddly contradictory to another line in her voice drama:

A: Both pain and illness are trials. According to our teachings, those who run from them are the worst evil there is. That’s one of the four great principles. No matter who you are, that cannot be forgiven.

Which, would still make sense! Shidou is still a doctor and he's helping Mahiru and Fuuta heal, which is obviously not what Amane was taught.

I'm still trying to figure out how exactly the doctrine works with first aid. It doesn't seem like it accepts first aid, considering what happened to the cat. However, what's with the emphasis on blood transfusions and exchanges? You could simply just say "Regarding the reality of the world idea of first aid" and that would be enough.

So, is it first aid in general or is it the exchange?

[honeycombhank]

My mother had her back surgery, it was around 12 hours long. It’s hard to process everything. This has been so hard for my whole family and navigating this sort of thing is sort of unpredictable in so many ways.

She made it! They said it went even better than expected! They said a lot of things and I can’t explain it all now but they were able to remove almost all of the tumor around her spinal nerves and add straps to her lower back where the tumor had eaten away her bones leaving her with out structure and only the muscles really to old everything in place.. ugh

Obviously it’s still a major surgery and she will still be in a lot of pain for awhile but it’s nothing like the pain she was feeling for the past couple of years with her tumor.

It is absolutely amazing what they can do these days for people who are suffering, she had to have at least one blood transfusion and they used someone else’s tibia bones to add to her back for structural integrity.

Wow! I almost can’t believe how grateful I am and thankful for everyone who has been a part of helping my mother.

Thank you to everyone who sent out their prayers and positive thoughts for my mother and my family.

❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[im-tempted]

God just read a fic far too many times due to the way it discussed blood transfusions

I try not to... talk bad about them because I understand they're a necessary and life saving medical tool that does endless good in the world

But the way it talked about the dehumanizing feelings around it the fact you're now quite literally another person what percentage of you is someone else now how many boards can we change in this ship without calling it something new what do you do after you've been fundamentally changed

It's not something I love thinking about but that doesn't stop me from thinking of it constantly it was nice to see

[anti-gruvia-blog]

The phenomenon of Juvia transferring her blood to Gray, leading to a successful blood transfusion, indeed played a role in potentially inducing Stockholm syndrome in Gray.

This could explain his seemingly OOC behavior in the 100 Years Quest.

[cr1zz0]

oh.. happy blood donors day..

time to donate blood again.. this time, i donated to Red cross Philippines.

oh.. boy this is truly became a habit (this is my 3rd time actually)

CW: Cr1zz0's arm getting blood drawn

[red-denarts]

“Make a blood pact

with a transfusion,

brothers & sisters

bound via IV”

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(OR: How transfusions are like a modern blood pact, w/ the pact unanimously being

“you will live”)

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[cicadasides]

god there is so much i could say about that time of my life…it’s really no wonder i have medical anxiety

[pinkfey]

update on my brother 💃

[boycritter]

my mom is allergic to her own blood????