#What does a super specialty hospital and heart specialist do

[rahulweb9810]

A heart specialist doctor is a professional in heart and blood vessel illnesses. They can deal with heart diseases and help preserve you from getting coronary heart diseases.

[alexthepartyman]

When I’m Saved (Part 1)

AN: This story is a loose and dramatised version based on a true event that happened to me. I have changed names and situations for privacy reasons. This will be a Tumblr and Ao3 exclusive fic. I hope you all enjoy laughing at how much of an idiot I am for getting into this situation.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming in on such brief notice, and I apologise for calling you all in this late.” Section Chief Mateo Cruz greets his tired team after the plane takes off. “You will notice, Dr Lewis is not here. She took a flight out to Peyton, Idaho to be the liaison for the La Byorteaux family. In the meantime, we have Dr Spencer Reid.” 

“What exactly is the situation?” Agent Prentiss asks. 

“Sixteen-year-old Dmitri La Byorteaux was reported missing from Disneyland at midnight, when the park closed. Park security and LAPD are still searching the park just in case he is still there. Dmitri was with his school group, the Peyton Panthers Marching Band and Colour Guard. The LAPD is taking copies of all of their records concerning Dmitri. The band directors are John Tremblay and Mark Wozniak, assistant leaders are Amy Tremblay, Jill Mellencamp, Nicholas Grace, Nicholas Vasquez, Lily Jones, and Arthur Wallace. There are parent chaperones, the one in charge of Dmitri is Ressa Kilburn,” the section chief explains.

“None of them know where he is or can get ahold of him?” Agent Jareau asks.

“No. These girls may know, though.” 

“Adelaide Parker, Tessa Anderson, Emily McClane, Imogen Wilkinson?” 

“His roommates. They were with him for every moment of the trip.” 

“Roommates? Why would they room a boy with four girls? That sounds very strange.” 

“Hello, crimefighters!” Ms Garcia cheerfully greets the team. “I’ve just been through Dmitri’s records that Mrs Mellencamp has provided. He didn’t have a seat buddy on the bus. He was in the back of the ‘orange’ bus, with Imogen and Emily in front of him. And Dmitri is on three medications, two anti-depressants and a thyroid hormone. He is also reportedly allergic to ibuprofen.” 

“Two anti-depressants?” 

“Yeah, fluoxetine and trazodone.” 

“Those two together can create an effect called serotonin syndrome, which is an excess in the hormone serotonin, which is known as the hormone that makes people happy. Symptoms can range from headaches and myoclonus to hyperthermia and a drastically increased heart rate,” Dr Reid says.

“Dmitri’s phone is most likely dead, because I can’t track it.” 

“Does he talk to anybody from the Los Angeles area?” 

“I spotted a few Los Angeles numbers in his contacts. One belongs to a Hussein College. Another is registered to a man named Diego Castro, and yet another is registered to a Jacob Freeman. I’m sending contact information to your mobiles.”

“Castro’s a forty-year-old drag queen. Has the physique to easily overpower Dmitri.”

“Freeman is six feet tall, twenty-one-years-old, also has the physique to overpower Dmitri easily. Do they know each other? Did either of them know Dmitri or each other before yesterday?”

“No. I don’t even think Diego and Jacob know each other now, but I...I just found a picture on Diego’s Instagram, it’s from yesterday, and both Dmitri and Tessa are in it. Diego’s the one hugging Dmitri, the other men are friends of his.” 

“That’s Tessa over there on the other side. And is Dmitri in a wheelchair?”

“Yeah, none of the band records mentioned a wheelchair or a mobility impairment, so let me just get ahold of Dmitri’s medical records…” Typing can be heard through the laptop. “Huh. There’s nothing for Dmitri. At all. Like, he doesn’t exist. I found a Rhys La Byorteaux, though, they have the same prescriptions, same hometown, same last name... same parents… the only thing different is that Rhys is a girl and Dmitri is a boy. They even have the same therapist.”

“Rhys and Dmitri sound like they’re the same person. When did Dmitri start existing?”

“Early 2017. That’s also when Rhys kind of started...not existing… yeah, they’re the same person, records from Dmitri’s clinic show Rhys is a legal name and that he is biologically female, but he is seeking treatment for gender dysphoria and uses the name Dmitri.”

“Oh... he’s transgender? Why weren’t we told of that?” Agent Jareau asks. “I feel like that would be important information to know.”

“I don’t know, but we’re still calling him Dmitri, right?”

“We should, to avoid confusion. How common is that last name?”

“Not very, sir, the only other people I’m finding in America with that last name are the acting brothers and Dmitri’s family... there is a birth certificate for a Luke La Byorteaux, born to Nathaniel La Byorteaux and a Maria Alvez, but I can’t find anything for Luke past 1989.” Agent Alvez looks to the laptop with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Did you just say Maria Alvez?” 

“Yeah, she also kind of went missing, too.” 

“Garcia. Focus on Dmitri.”

“Got it. Dmitri’s medical records look relatively normal until the age of three, then after that, it looks like he’s a frequent flyer in the medical field. He was born relatively healthy for being induced three weeks early, except for the part where his father, Nathaniel La Byorteaux, was removed from the delivery room for protesting when the doctor threw the baby at mother Eva Kelly’s chest, and also for refusing doctors access to newborn Dmitri, who was born anemic.” 

“What kind of father refuses treatment for his newborn child?” Agent Simmons asks. “What started happening when Dmitri turned three?”

“A lot of appointments with specialty doctors, peppered in with ER visits. They referred Dmitri out to an audiologist based on concerns of multiple ear infections and being deaf. They found out he wasn’t deaf by scanning his brain waves when the regular test didn’t work out, and he was developmentally delayed, put in preschool at three, the youngest in his class. He ate a penny, went to the ER to have it pumped out, that’s like the one relatively normal thing that happened to him. Eva Kelly and Nathaniel La Byorteaux voiced many concerns about Dmitri’s never-ending ear infections and the strep throat that he would get constantly, and the frequent nosebleeds that happened nearly daily. He was admitted to the ER many times, covered in bruises from head to toe, bleeding profusely, dangerously high fevers, and they rushed him from the hospital in Ontario, Oregon to Boise, Idaho. CPS was called over concerns of Nathaniel abusing Dmitri, but charges were dismissed once Eva explained that Nathaniel wouldn’t actually beat Dmitri if he didn’t wake up, that was just how Nathaniel woke him up.” 

“What? Nathaniel threatened to beat up Dmitri?”

“Yeah, I wish that was a joke. All of the tests came back that there were no platelets in Dmitri’s system. Anywhere. Zilch. He was given three bags of immunoglobulin and carefully monitored after that. Doctors determined that the only explanation could have been this rare disease called ITP, or-”

“Immune Thrombocytopenic Purpura. The body mistakenly attacks and destroys platelets in the body, which are fragments of cells that help clot the blood when the body is wounded. It usually starts in children after a viral disease, and it usually resolves itself with no need for treatment.” 

“Yes, Good Doctor. Dmitri’s condition was closely monitored after that, and then shortly after his fifth birthday, he was diagnosed with autism by a specialist in Salt Lake City, Utah. He went to the MayoClinic in Phoenix, Arizona for a month to have a splenectomy, and then that August, he and his brother Roger Kelly were nearly killed in a single-car rollover, and more blood bags were needed, both sustained concussions. Dmitri was admitted to the ER again later that month after he reportedly fell from the shelves in his closet during the night, that’s a concussion, and then again after he tipped over one of those old-person motor scooters onto himself, but miraculously, all he had was road rash and a bunch of scratches.” 

“What? Where did he get a motorised scooter?”

“His dad apparently got it after breaking his knee on his stepson, Robert’s trick bike, when he collided with the garden gnome. Robert also split his chin open and had to get five stitches. Again, the garden gnome. No, I’m not making any of this up. Let’s see...no hospital activity until Dmitri got his tonsils removed at age nine, apparently that was the reason he got strep throat five times a year. He went through urgent care all the time for weird accidents, like one time, his face swelled up to the size of a grapefruit because of misusing acne wipes. He went through urgent care at fourteen for a concussion, was sent home, no further testing was done... and then two months later, he was admitted to the ER for a major concussion, tests showed no brain bleeding, he was sent home to recover from it, when to the ER three months ago because he had bled out during a panic attack...He didn’t go to the ER again until three weeks ago, and yeah.”

“How does he behave in school?”

“Uh...Dmitri is mayhem incarnate, constant behaviour issues. He’s noted to be moody, fidgety, stubborn. Quite closed off from his peers, distracted, impulsive. He does his work super fast and is noted to be quite intelligent but breaks the rules. He is known to be very messy, and he is regularly known to be very goofy, often covered in markers and other things.. He argues with teachers a lot, has his phone confiscated a lot, violates dress code a lot, has been involved in weird incidents, has a very filthy mouth, serves a lot of detention for being late, a lot.” 

“He’s a rule breaker. You think he left on purpose?”

“He doesn’t look like he can in that wheelchair. It looks like a park rental. Garcia, check into that wheelchair thing. And check Dmitri’s social media. His emails and text messages, too.” 

“On it. I’m going to update Tara.” The blonde woman ends the call, and the screen returns to a navy blue background. 

“I’m going to call LAPD, tell them Dmitri has less time than we thought,” Chief Cruz says, pulling out his cell phone and stepping towards another section of the plane. 

“How do you bleed out from a panic attack?” Agent Rossi asks. “Kid has got talents.”

“That entire family has talents. A garden gnome?”

“Less talk about the freak garden gnome accident, more trying to find Dmitri. He couldn’t have gotten far if he needed a wheelchair, so someone would have had to carry him out if he got far.” 

“We have to figure out why he was in the wheelchair.” 

“He had a concussion three weeks ago that went mostly untreated, he’s probably still showing symptoms, and he may have developed physical coordination issues rendering him temporarily unable to walk. He may also be extremely dizzy, or his limbs may be extremely weak,” Dr Reid explains. 

“Someone would have had to take him. We should track down Diego Castro and Jacob Freeman, see what they know.” 

“The girls would definitely know what happened to him. We have to talk to them. We should also talk to the chaperones that would know Dmitri the best, starting with John and Amy Tremblay.”

[yatharth-hospital]

Diabetes : All You Need To Know

The majority of the food you eat is converted to sugar (also known as glucose) and absorbed into your bloodstream. When your blood sugar levels rise, your pancreas is prompted to release insulin. Insulin functions as a key, allowing blood sugar to enter your body's cells and be used as energy. In simple terms, Diabetes is a chronic health condition that affects how your body turns food into energy.

Yatharth Hospital houses the best diabetes doctors in Noida, who explain that Diabetes is actually divided into several types based on their forms, Diabetes type I, for starters, is an autoimmune illness. In the pancreas, where insulin is produced, the immune system attacks and destroys cells. It is unknown what is causing this attack. This kind of diabetes affects about 10% of diabetics. When your body develops resistant to insulin, sugar builds up in your blood, resulting in type II diabetes.

When your blood sugar level is higher than normal but not high enough to be diagnosed with type II diabetes you are said to have prediabetes. High blood sugar during pregnancy is known as gestational diabetes. This kind of diabetes is caused by the placenta's production of insulin-blocking substances. No matter what the type of diabetes might be, Yatharth Super Specialty Hospitals are among the best hospitals in Delhi NCR, who will help you successfully manage and mitigate your condition.

If you have diabetes, your body either does not produce enough insulin or does not utilize it as effectively as it should. Too much blood sugar persists in your bloodstream when there isn't enough insulin or when cells stop responding to insulin. According to the best diabetes doctors in Noida, this can lead to major health issues like heart disease, eyesight loss, and renal illness over time.

Diabetes affects around 77 million persons in India, according to Trusted Source. According to researchers, this number will rise to 134 million by 2045. The best diabetes doctors in Noida have observed that overall, females have a larger risk of having diabetes than males, but this risk reduces as both groups get older. Despite the high prevalence of diabetes, researchers estimate that 57 percent of cases go undetected. This is especially concerning because persons who do not take medicine to regulate their blood sugar have a higher risk of catastrophic problems.

Anyone who has diabetic symptoms or is at risk of developing the disease should be checked. During the second or third trimester of pregnancy, women are frequently screened for gestational diabetes by the best diabetes doctors at Yatharth Hospitals in Noida.

To identify prediabetes and diabetes, doctors use a variety of blood tests. Yatharth Hospital, perhaps the best super specialty hospital in Delhi NCR, is committed to offer complete care to its patients, with the help of advanced modern technology. The sooner you receive a diabetes diagnosis, the sooner you can begin treatment. Your general practitioner or family doctor may refer you to a specialist who may advise you on whether or not you should be tested. Yatharth is proud to have the best diabetes doctors in Noida at its premises, who can provide you with more information on the tests that your doctor may undertake.

As type I diabetes is caused by an immune system imbalance, it cannot be prevented. Some factors that contribute to type II diabetes, such as genetics or age, are also beyond your control. Many other diabetes risk factors, on the other hand, are under your control. The majority of diabetes prevention techniques entail making minor dietary and exercise changes. The best diabetes doctors at Yatharth Super Specialty Hospitals in Noida suggest the following measures to reduce the risk for diabetes:

· It is important to get 150 minutes of cardiovascular exercise every week, such as walking or cycling.

· Saturated and trans fats, as well as processed carbs, should be avoided in your diet.

· The consumption of fruits, veggies, and whole grains should be increased.

·  Fewer calories must be consumed.

·  If you're overweight or obese, your goal should be to reduce 7% of your body weight.

Therefore, it is very important to consult the best diabetes doctor in Noida, and get enrolled with a treatment plan as soon as possible.

[cakesexuality]

How does health care work in Canada? Do you get to pick your health care provider? I have always been under the impression that people don't get to pick who they see.

I'm gonna break this into two parts, about how the government handles healthcare and about how easy it is to access doctors, just to make the entire answer easier to read, as well as colour some words green to make it easier to skim for certain things, bc I have A LOT to say

🩹How does healthcare connect to the government?🩹

Usually healthcare stuff is handled by provincial/territorial governments, but there's some municipal stuff like health units and federal stuff like drug approval or the passing of some laws for certain non-drug treatments.

The province decides what does and doesn't get funded. In Ontario, everyone can see most doctors for free, but some specialties need special approval, like ophthalmologists, or just aren't paid for at all, like chiropractors. Provinces handle some other things like pharmacare, assistive device funding, and carer funding. Some people have work benefits or private insurance to pay for whatever the province doesn't cover. A lot of laws are also handled at the provincial level, e.g. how involuntary psychiatric hospitalisation works in British Columbia is different from the rest of the country.

The health unit where I live is run by the county (municipal government), they have a birth control clinic and a needle exchange program, they do the safe food handling certification test, and it's one of several places you can get vaccinations. The county also oversees publicly-funded long-term care homes.

The federal government usually stays out of healthcare afaik but they can pass some healthcare laws like making a national ban on conversion therapy (which is a healthcare topic bc it would fall under mental health treatments even though Canada stopped considering homoesexuality an illness in the 70s and being trans was taken out of the DSM two years before conversion therapy was banned in Ontario) and they're currently involved in the roll out of COVID-19 vaccines. Like I said, the federal government are the ones choosing which drugs can be used in Canada, just like how prescription drug approval happens at the federal level in the United States. They can also do other things on top of that, like I've seen discussion about national universal pharmacare.

🩺Can you see anyone you want?🩺

You technically do get to see any doctor you want, but bc Canada doesn't have enough doctors, it can take a while to get in with someone due to how big someone's patient roster is, so you're discouraged from going to someone new just by how long it can take. Some doctors have heavier loads/longer wait lists and it can depend on who you pick.

Another factor is triaging, where someone experiencing more severe illness gets in sooner than someone with a milder condition. This obviously happens in ERs, where someone with a heart attack gets seen before someone with an infection and someone brought in by police or paramedics gets seen before someone who came by other means. It can happen with other healthcare settings too, so someone with more severe joint problems gets into the rheumatology clinic faster, and places sometimes consider other factors, like the Canadian Mental Health Association prioritising young people.

Example: In October, I had an ophthalmologist appointment that didn't take too long to get, but I canceled it bc of medical trauma. I got a referral to a different ophthalmologist after that, but it's taking much longer to get in, in part bc of the pandemic putting off in-person appointments, but also bc I know this second ophthalmologist takes on fewer patients, which helps bc she can take more time per appointment to give as thorough an exam as possible, but then there aren't as many slots for new patients. As well, I have a very mild visual impairment that's changing very slowly, so the doctor isn't in a rush to have me in.

Some clinics may restrict you to seeing certain staff who work there. Where I go for primary care encourages you to see just one physician and just one nurse practitioner, although they don't really care if you're seeing a different nurse every time since the nurses handle smaller stuff like taking blood pressure and administering injections, and sometimes there's only one person you can see for something anyway, like we only have one dietician and only one social worker. There's multiple buildings that are part of the network my primary clinic is in and where you live determines which building you go to.

I also know that you can only get a therapist who works out of a hospital under certain circumstances. As far as I'm aware, hospital therapists are usually for someone who is currently or was recently inpatient. I had looked at going to the eating disorder program at my local hospital, and I think I may have been able to get a therapist there while remaining outpatient during my entire treatment, but that was back in 2015 and I didn't actually go through with joining the program, so I don't really remember. I think some very specialist clinics like for EDS or gender have in-house therapists just bc they specialise with those particular client demographics.

There's also specialists/subspecialists who aren't super accessible based on geography. There's two EDS clinics in Toronto, but not everyone with EDS lives in or near Toronto, so someone with EDS in, say, Thunder Bay or Windsor may just be stuck with whichever rheumatologist, cardiologist, geneticist, etc. is closest to them, regardless of whether that doctor has experience with EDS. That being said, we do have a service called Ontario Telehealth Network (OTN) that helps connect people, particularly in rural and remote areas, to doctors who normally only practice in big cities.

So yeah, you have your choice of doctors, but it can be difficult to get in with somebody new!!

[fatcanadianmom-blog]

I want more for my daughter than to “not be fat.”

When I found out I was pregnant, I wanted it to be a girl. I knew that pregnancy would be hard on my body due to chronic pain issues, and I thought, “If I only get to have one, please let it be a girl.”

Fast-forward 6 months. I’m laying on an examining table with a bladder that is beyond full, and I am super uncomfortable because I’ve been there for over an hour. The technician was struggling to get pictures of the baby’s heart. One technician would look for a while, get me to try all these odd positions, push on my belly painfully hard, and then leave to get someone else to have a look. In the end, they were able to tell me the sex- a GIRL- but had to refer me to a specialty clinic at the Maternal/Fetal Medicine clinic at Foothills Hospital, Calgary for more imaging. I was worried about the  baby and the unknown, but deep down inside I knew this was just another fat thing. The technicians were likely embarrassed for me. Nobody wanted to put my mind at ease, and just be honest. “You have a lot of belly fat, and our imaging machine isn’t strong enough to get a clear picture of the heart. We are sending you somewhere where they have stronger machines. There’s nothing to worry about.” Oh, the relief that message would have given me at the time. I did ask if the difficulty was due to my “being bigger in the middle” and one of the women said, “That is a possibility.” (Typically, I wouldn’t have been shy to ask this, and would have been more colourful about my word choices.) Shame is sort of like reaction in anticipation of what others might think. I wasn’t ashamed really, until the staff showed me I had something to be ashamed about. I was rarely ashamed of being overweight and pregnant. I was just so elated to be pregnant with a healthy baby that I walked on a cloud of 40 weeks.

Once I had a very efficient and thorough ultrasound at the MFM clinic, I was able to relax a little. My baby was healthy- swimming laps in utero and even waving during the scan.  I went home and let myself sit with this little piece of info- I was going to have a daughter. I’d gotten my wish, and it scared the shit out of me. It scared the shit out of me because as I said repeatedly throughout the pregnancy “There are so many ways you can ‘fuck up’ a girl.” Looking back now, I was mostly referring to body image issues and self worth. While pregnant, I would tell people that I prayed she wouldn’t be burdened with my build or weight issues. I didn’t want the bullying for her. When you are fat in our society, it affects every moment of your day, every decision you make, and it is extremely difficult to have a high sense of confidence or self worth. Doors to many opportunities are shut for fat people. You are strapped with labels like “lazy”, “stupid” or even “smelly.” I spent the next 4 months with fingers crossed, that my daughter would inherit the build of her father’s sister, who is tall, athletic, and curvy in the acceptable hourglass fashion. My daughter was born at 7 lbs exactly. It was a traumatic birth but she was born healthy.  It is funny how a single moment can completely and irrevocably change every single part of your world. My heart swells with joy and my eyes with tear as I write this.

For her first year, my daughter grew slower than most. We struggled with breastfeeding, but it just wasn’t for her. (There is more to our feeding story than I care to share, simply because my choice doesn’t need justification.) Statistically she has always been around the third percentile for her age, but what the hell does that even mean? My daughter has always been healthy (besides seeing a specialist for a biopsy of her colon, only to find out all she needed was an over the counter laxative.) She has hit nearly all of her milestones before the markers. She is smart and agile and funny and basically a Shammy towel when it comes to new words, nursery rhymes and dance moves. She is everything. (Ok I’m biased, but really she’s such a great kid.)

I can’t begin to count the number of times we have come across a stranger who comments on my daughter’s size and build. “She is so tiny” they would say, “Was she a preemie?” It made me sad because not only did this cause me some shame, like maybe they blamed me for having a smaller baby (why is that such a bad thing anyway?) but they also were so busy comparing my baby to the baby images on jars of pureed food, diaper commercials, their grandchildren, and goodness knows what else, that they didn’t even see Amelia. (She is everything, remember?)

I’ll admit that having a thinner baby has opened my eyes to the body shaming other body types go through. I can’t begin to understand what these biases feel like, just as those straight sized people won’t understand the life of a fat woman, or white people can’t fully understand racism. So please listen up because this is really important… Do not build yourself up by tearing others down. I hate those memes that talk about “real” men wanting curves not sticks etc. (There’s so much wrong with these memes, people.) Is it such a radical thought that people can form their opinions about their own bodies, and whom they are attracted to, without having Cosmopolitan and GQ shoved down our throats?

Today what I wish for my child is not to have the body that we see most often in pop culture and media. (Unless that’s her naturally occurring body type, then that’s cool too.) I wish she could live in a world where your body shape does not determine your happiness or success. These beautiful vessels that allow us to live our lives and create new lives, are so beautifully unique. Every body is like a snowflake – beautifully created to be one of a kind. (Cheesy, I know. Crackers anyone?) Real Talk version is this; She deserves to know that her value is not dependant on her looks. She deserves to be offered the same opportunities as others, regardless of physical differences. She deserves to be able to go out in public, and wear or do anything she wishes to and not have any self righteous or judgemental people think they have a right to say shit about her body. Nobody has a right to pass judgement on another person’s body. (For the smart asses out there who come up with example of how other bodies might be your business, 1) There’s compassionate ways to do things that don’t make people feel like trash. 2) Fuck off.)

These ideas likely won’t be ‘norm’ in her lifetime. So instead, she is going to see me doing what I can to EMPOWER WOMEN. Build them up. Destroy biases and shed light on the utter dysfunction of body shaming and diet culture. She is going to be exposed everyday, to a Mother who decides her own worth, and gives herself permission to be happy, to be loved, and to feel beautiful. I can’t change the world (not today anyways) but for now, I am her world, and it’s much more helpful to be setting a healthy and realistic example of self-love, than to just sit and “pray she doesn’t end up fat.” She’s going to come across so much condemnation and shaming in her life, she doesn’t need it from her Mama.

[daphnegeeksout]

The Silence Between Us (7/7) [Steve x Reader]

Read it on AO3

By: daphnethewriter

Everything would be different if you hadn’t been there. Maybe you would be normal. Instead, you’re dangerous, a threat to be contained. You don’t want to be powerful. You don’t want to be special. You don’t want to be an Avenger. But there’s something about the way Steve looks at you–warm and soft and trusting–that makes you feel like you’re still yourself.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Words: 3,758, Chapter: 7/7, Language: English

Coming to Forson was stupid. Sure, it's your only option if you're going to escape the ever-tightening noose that is the Avengers' Compound. That doesn't mean trusting Forson isn't dumb and desperate and a betrayal of Sam and Wanda and Bruce and… Steve. Your heart wrenches.

You wait in a standard examination room and look, unseeing, at the mass-produced, abstract art that somehow finds its way into every hospital and clinic. Medical facilities are all the same. The same white walls, the same year-old magazines, the same expressions of polite concern. Follow me. Can I get you anything? How do you feel? Eyes filled with questions you can't answer, even if you could speak.

Forson comes into the room, adjusting his glasses as he does. "I'm glad you contacted us." His smile is a little too broad, more like a dog baring its teeth. He squeezes your shoulder, a touch too familiar for your comfort.

Forson does some preliminary work, drawing blood and making a thorough examination of your throat. He chuckles a little when he slips up and asks you to say 'ah'. You don't smile. This isn't a game to you. You want to find out what treatment he has in mind and get it over with as soon as possible. And the longer you stay here, the more you think about leaving all together, cure be damned.

"After that mess at the gala," he says, "I wasn't sure what had happened. Then seeing you all over the news… I thought for sure the Avengers would have their paws on you. But, I really think we can help. Gamma radiation really isn't a toy."

Gamma? How did he know about that? Bruce said no one at the hospital had run your samples for radiation. You hadn't mentioned it. But during your recovery… Forson pushed you into using your voice, into revealing your powers. How could he have known? But… he had. From the first day he came to your hospital room. What was a specialist from New York doing in an L.A. hospital in the first place?

Oh god—you recognize him. Not just from the gala or your recovery. From the hospital. Walking past the fountain. Before the explosion. Before. That's not—that doesn't mean—but he had been there! You saw him walk in. There was no way… He was inside the building for the first explosion. He should have been injured. Unless…

Forson leaves and you make a circuit of the examination room. Then another. Your stomach twists. There's nothing out of the ordinary here—nothing that would tip you off that something is wrong—but something is wrong. You feel it under your skin.

They never found the cause of the explosion. No one took credit for the terrorist attack. Because it wasn't a terrorist attack. What had Bruce said? That gamma by itself might cause changes. Unpredictable changes. What if someone like Forson knew that? What if that's why they flooded the hospital with radiation?

You try the doorknob—no luck. Not that you were hopeful. You think of Forson's overly familiar smile. If they're trying to keep up appearances… You knock on the door and wait until you hear footsteps in the hall. You give the nurse that answers an apologetic smile and hold up a post-it. Bathroom?  

Her face falls, but only for a second. The smile is back in place before you can process the look that had replaced it. She leads you down the hallway, past dozens of closed doors, to a room with a single toilet. You smile politely when you close the door. Then you wait. You've been a nurse; you know it's coming. So you wait and wait and wait for the inevitable to happen.

A commotion erupts further down the hall. Someone screams incoherently. Doctors yell for help. There are a few seconds before your nurse's footsteps hurry away from your door. Yep, unruly patient to the rescue. You slip out of the room and down the hall. Locked door, locked door, locked door… Aha!

The room is dark and you leave it that way. No telling how long you have before the distraction runs out. There's a computer terminal in this room, its screensaver softly lighting the shadows. Not that you know what you're looking for, but seeing their patient files can't hurt, right?

You sit on the rolling chair in front of the monitor. There's a log in screen, but where isn't there? Okay, medical IT is not that secure, this shouldn't be too hard.

Password: password

PASSWORD INCORRECT

Password: admin

PASSWORD INCORRECT

Password: 12345

PASSWORD INCORRECT

Worth a shot. You rifle through the contents of the counter around the computer. Scrap paper, notebooks, stray pens—post-it note! "C#x23d&" looks like a password to you.

And you're in. You make a mental note to burn your password notebook when you get home. Home… if you still have one. Would the Avengers let you back into the compound after this? Would Steve talk to you even if they did?

You push the thought aside; it's not helpful to dwell on that right now. Instead, you busy yourself with opening files. Weight, blood pressure, lots of standard medical information. It takes a few minutes to get past the basic memos and notes and into the real meat of what they're doing here, what they plan to do to you.

Oh.

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Oh no.

 +++

 Steve downshifts the motorcycle and zooms around an SUV on the highway. Tony's voice filters through the speaker in his helmet. <I don't think she was taken from the theater by force.>

"She wouldn't have just left, Tony."

<Camera footage is telling a different story, Cap.>

"Do you have a line on where she went or not?"

<Other than 'north in a taxi', no, not yet. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is piecing together camera footage from thousands of different security cameras all over the city. It's going to take time.>

"Give me anything."

Tony makes a disgruntled growl. <If the cabby used some sort of GPS to get to the address��>

"Where is it?"

<Working on it. I have to find the right—>

"Tony!"

<Patching it through to your helmet.>

When did Tony mess with his helmet? Steve doesn't have time to dwell on it. The face shield lights up, directing his route through traffic. Schematics of the facility at the address display on one side. It's an ordinary office building, at least from the outside.

Tony swears in his earpiece.

"What?"

<The building is owned by Andrew Forson, Advanced Idea Mechanics.>

Steve doesn't respond, but adjusts his grip on the handlebars and presses the engine faster.

 +++

 Radiation poisoning. They had exposed their patients to gamma on a massive scale. Like, a catastrophically massive scale. The kind of levels that liquefy internal organs. And for most of the patients, that is exactly what had happened. Something like 99.9% of them.

They had catalogued their patients over years, intentionally poisoning people. This wasn't mercy. It wasn't even medicine.

It was research to destroy Captain America.

Bruce was right; the same circumstances that had resulted in your abilities had created Steve. The Vita-Rays Howard Stark used to spur the physical change that created Captain America were nothing more than repackaged gamma radiation. These people—whoever they are—they know how to give powers to people. At least, sort of. They don't know yet what makes a person capable of surviving the process. They're still trying to figure out how to remove them. Because that's the goal: remove the powers of those with special abilities, turn Captain America back into plain Steve Rogers. Not to mention Wanda, Bruce—hell maybe even Thor—anyone with the ability to stand in their way.

The lights flick on.            

"Did you get lost?" Forson still wears the same smile, the one that doesn't reach his eyes. You stand, hands balled into fists at your side. "I'm guessing no." He pushes his lips together and puts his hands on his hips. "You know, you're our first success in a while, and the first one from a field test, so I'd hate to hurt you." You take a step back as he advances toward you. "I didn't lie when I said we could cure you. We're very close to a breakthrough. We just needed one more test subject." You back into the wall and he continues into your space. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, that it took so much sacrifice to get the right result. All those people… but we have you now. This is good. You can help us." He stops a foot in front of you. "Wouldn't the world be better if there had never been super heroes?"

[fuck you]

He smirks. "That didn't look friendly." Green light radiates from his arms, arcing between his fingers in electric spurts. He sees your gaze go to his hands. The smile becomes genuine. "Just a little gamma radiation. My specialty." He lifts his hand toward his face to watch the effect. "Don't worry. You've survived it before."

 +++

 When Steve arrives, the facility doesn't look like the image that Friday had patched through to him. In fact, it doesn't seem much like a building anymore at all. Wiring and lights spark in the open space where the south wall of the building should have been.

An explosion shakes the ground and Steve jerks to the source of the noise in time to see you running out of the building under an assault of rubble. You turn around, eyes trained toward the building. You favor your left side, holding one hand to your ribs, but your face is set, fierce anger burning in your eyes. You shout and the sound knocks over a concrete wall. Steve's never seen you use your powers like this. Never on purpose. Never offensively.

His feet move under him before he gives them the command. You're so focused that you don't notice Steve until he's by your side. Your look of shock turns to relief. You reach to him to squeeze his hand in yours.

"You need to go," Steve says.

You shake your head.

Steve doesn't get to argue the point. The wall you knocked over flies back with a burst of green light and Steve gets his first real look at what you're facing. He glows green all over, like a radioactive rod. Smoke rises from his clothes where holes have burned through the fabric. Well, that's certainly something.

"Forson?" Steve asks. You nod.

Forson throws back the rest of the rubble in a burst of green light, shaking the debris from his body. The energy around his hands condenses, pulling into a tight ball.

Crap.

Steve dodges to the side, pulling you along with him, as the fireball flies in your direction. You tumble over each other as the ball explodes against the pavement where you'd stood.

Steve stands first, rising to a protective crouch over you. He rests his hand on your shoulder, keeping you out of the line of fire. Now would be a great time for backup to arrive; he could really use his shield. How was he supposed to know a date would turn into a rescue mission? Without his gear, Steve is exposed. He can handle that, he's been in tight spots before, but he won't take chances with you.

"Stay down," Steve warns you. "Get somewhere safe when you can."

He doesn't wait to see your response, instead taking off at a cautious jog across what is left of the parking lot. He ducks behind the larger pieces of debris as he goes, keeping cover where he can.  The ground shakes under the assault of more fireballs, the radioactive heat licking at Steve's heels. They explode against his cover, spraying him with debris.

A manhole cover sticks up from what's left of the drainage system. Steve grabs it as he breaks into a full run. He launches it across the space left between him and Forson. It's heavier than the shield, but heavy isn't a problem for Steve. It'll do. It hits Forson squarely in the chest, knocking him backwards into the building. Good. Steve hopes it breaks his sternum.

He doesn't wait to find out, though, pursuing his makeshift weapon into what is left of the facility. Forson staggers to his feet in time for Steve to land a kick to his chest. From this close range, the air shimmers in the heat. Steve connects with a few more hits, each burning as if he's punching lava, before Forson rallies.

The first punch catches Steve across the jaw. While Steve's guard is down, Forson follows it up with a series of hits that send Steve stumbling back, then unleashes a fireball that blasts Steve back twenty feet. Steve hits a column and the concrete splits against his back. He collapses along with the pillar. Super soldier serum or not, stars spin in front of his eyes.

When he looks up, Forson approaches, green light flaring from his center like a fire burning out of control. Steve pushes, but the concrete weighs him down, pinning his legs. The green glow pulses and Steve makes a Herculean effort to pull himself free. The rubble shifts, but not fast enough.  

A shout shatters the air and Forson stumbles back, the surge of energy that built around him shrinking back into his body. You crouch by Steve's side, tearing at the rubble that traps him.

You help him to his feet and Steve grabs your hand to pull you toward the front of the building. "What are you still doing here? You gotta get—" The rest of his sentence is cut off by an explosion of concrete from above. Steve shoves you one direction, dodging in the other. He rolls to his feet, ready. A green glow advances from the depths of the building. Steve landed outside. You did not. You're still in the building, trapped between Steve and Forson. The radiation grows, licking at the pillars around it.

You stand, swaying unsteadily, and look back at Steve, a long, sad, desperate gaze. Then you plant and feet and face Forson.

Steve's heart drops into his stomach.

No.

You wouldn't do that to him.

You can't.

Steve lurches forward, too focused on you to process the danger. Your scream rocks the building, the ground, the air itself. Everything shakes under your assault. With a tremendous crack, the supports of the building give way.

You flinch as the concrete rushes to the ground, smothering everything in its path. Steve pulls you into his arms before the first of the rubble strikes around him.

 +++

 You sit in the conference room with Stark, just the two of you for the first time since the day you met him at the hospital. Your shoulder is dislocated and your throat is sore and you have more bandages than anyone should, but you're alive. Alive enough to be debriefed.

"Officially," he starts, "you were sent on a mission to infiltrate and neutralize a terrorist facility involved in the creation of a bioweapon. So, between you, me, and the Department of Defense, this all went according to plan."

Well, that's better than jail.

Stark fiddles with a pen on the table, then looks to you. "What actually happened?"

You give him the details as well as you can, supplementing writing where you don't know the signs. About Forson before the explosion, at the hospital after, at the gala. About what he said he could do and what the files had revealed. Stark watches you through inscrutable eyes. Not judging—not exactly—but appraising.

"Why did you do it?"

The knife of shame that's stuck in your side ever since you left Steve at the movie theater twists. Answering the question means admitting your betrayal. [said he could cure me]

"How?"

[don't know] Forson had interrupted you before you could see the details of that part of the process. [you find computer files?]

"Everything was destroyed before we could get to it. Between you and Mr. Boom Boom, there wasn't anything to salvage."

[F-O-R-S-O-N dead?]

"We didn't find him."

[others?]

"No bodies."

You think of the dozens of staff that you'd passed in the building. Had they all really gotten out? Or had someone removed their remains? Forson had destroyed everything rather than have it fall into the Avengers' hands. Whatever he was planning, it didn't end with that building's demise.

You fidget, then get to the question that is most pressing. [what now?]

"I thought that was obvious. You join the team."

You cringe. [not hero]

Stark's lips press into a thin line. He takes a deep breath. "Let me show you something." It takes a few taps on his phone to find what he's looking for and put it onto the monitor. You recognize the building, the hospital where you worked before Forson blew it to hell. People move in and out of the doors, oblivious to what will eventually become of them. A figure sits on a bench in front of the fountain. You.

"You know what I like about this video?" Stark asks.

Your heart clenches as you watch the explosion rock the image, smoke and debris billowing out from the crippled building. You shake your head.

"You can actually see it happen." The figure in the video looks up from the ground and pushes herself to her feet, her eyes already trained on the hospital.

[see what?]

She staggers forward, touching whatever she can to regain her balance, but still moving toward the chaos. Stark watches you. "The moment you became a hero. You had the chance to turn back. You could have run away. No one would have blamed you. No one would have even known. Instead, you went toward the danger. No backup, no plan, no powers. You chose to be a hero."

[not choose] you argue. [not think]

"Exactly. You didn't think about it. You just did it. Powers don't make you a hero. It's who you are."

He sits down across from you, a weirdly friendly gesture from him. "You have a choice this time. It's all up to you. I'd like you to stay here. You don't have to. If anyone asks, we'll deny knowledge of your whereabouts. You can go your way." He pauses. "Or you can be what you already are: an Avenger."

 +++

 Steve waits for you on your bed when you get back to your room. He sits at the very edge, like he might need to leave at any moment. You pause in the doorway. You haven't been able to be alone with him since… well, since everything.

Since you betrayed him to meet with someone who wanted to kill him.

Since he came to your rescue.

Since you saved his life.

Since he saved yours.

He watches his hands, something he does when he has more on his mind than he knows how to say. You kneel at his feet, afraid that he won't look at you if you aren't right in front of him.

[really sorry]

He nods.

[I didn't want to leave you]

He nods again. You take his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you for the first time. His gaze meet yours and you forget to breathe. God, you can see everything he's thinking, every flicker of emotion that crosses those blue eyes. Pain and relief and anger. It hurts to see it, a naked soul in front of you, like he has no secrets.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

There is so much more in that question than the mere words he speaks. Why did you leave? How could you do this? Why would you betray me? All the other thoughts, half-formed, hover in the air between you.

[I don't want to be broken]

"You're not broken."

Your teeth scrape over your bottom lip. How can Steve understand? His powers were a blessing to him; yours are a curse. [you want to help people] you sign. He nods. [your powers help people] He strokes your cheek with his fingers. [I want to help people] His thumb smears something wet over your skin and you realize that tears are sliding from your eyes.  [my powers hurt people] He opens his mouth to cut you off, but you forge ahead. [if I can't help people] you sign, [I am not me]

"That's not true. You help people. You help us—me and Bruce and—"

You turn away, unable to bear the intensity of his eyes. [I don't want to hurt people] Tears stream down your face in earnest now. You wipe them with the back of your hand. [I don't want to hurt you]

"You can't, sweetheart. I promise. You can't hurt me."

[not fair to you]

"How? You're perfect."

You struggle to put words to the thought, the sheer unfairness of the situation, how much he's missing by being with you. [I can't laugh] you sign. [I can't talk] He shakes his head. [I can't tell you I love you]

Steve drags you into a crushing kiss, your body pressed flush against him. He's not careful this time and for once you can feel all the super soldier power that he usually holds back.

You're left breathless when he pulls away, gripping your shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. "Don't, okay? Please? Just… don't." he says.  He tugs at you until you relent and let him pull you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist and lets his forehead fall to your shoulder. You can feel his heart race through the material in his shirt and your heart does a little flip flop at the knowledge that it’s because of you. You stay that way for a few minutes, soaking up each other's presence.

He lets you go, but only far enough to rest his forehead against yours and brushes his fingers through your hair, letting his hand linger over the back of your neck. "I don’t know what I'd do without you. Don't run off and put yourself in danger."

You smile a little sadly. [not always safe] He looks like he's going to argue with you, but you cut him off. [I told T-O-N-Y I would be an Avenger]

He stares at you, a myriad of emotions flickering over his face. "Is… that what you want?" His hand tightens on the back of your neck.

[I want to be cured] you sign [until then I’m an Avenger]

He pulls you back into his arms and buries his face in your neck. Muffled through your hair, you hear, "What am I gonna do with you?"

Well... 

If he's looking for suggestions…

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.

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.

End.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and enjoyed this story. I appreciate each and every one of you! The Silence Between Us is the first part of a series of Avengers x Reader stories called No More Heroes. Below you’ll find an excerpt from If You Were Here, the next fic in the series. 

If You Were Here [Tony x Reader]

F.R.I.D.A.Y. has a bug.  

Not just any bug, the buggiest bug in the history of bugs.

The coffee machine is supposed to turn on at 7:00am. Instead, it turns on at 7:05am. 7:05. Which is five minutes after Steve gets back from his run—just long enough for Steve to think that the machine won't turn on and make coffee himself.

Seven-fucking-oh-five.

Tony reset the software. He rewrote the software. He bought a new coffee maker. How could replacing the machine not fix the problem?

It's a nightmare. Tony's own personal hell. The coffee gods have a vendetta against him, he's sure.

Finding the damn bug is like inspecting a shadow with a flashlight. Every time he thinks he catches it, it vanishes into the binary from which it came with nothing but a smattering of loose code in its wake—a goddamn Cheshire cat, disappearing except for its smile.

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