#and i'm on an oncology floor like???

[kweza]

i really thought i had escaped psych patients when i finished my psychiatry rotation as a nursing student but turns out you never escape psychiatry at all 💀

[inactive-fics]

Title: Tri-Love

Requested: @crazyabout-writing

Plot: "You could write something about Dr. House, where he is in love with a doctor who is a pediatrician but their relationship is complicated, she is young and beautiful, but then a new doctor arrives. Tall, with black hair and always wearing a black suite, he falls in love with her and house gets jealous."

Warning: Jealous House

"You have three minutes..." Y/N says while holding her phone to keep track of the timer. "Go!"

The boy on the exam table grabs the pen provided before furiously drawing his best farm scene. Y/N had found that the boy's parents had to step out of the exam room so she took it upon herself to entertain him.

There is a knock on the door as Dr. House comes in. She looks at him with curiosity. "Whatever it is, it can wait three minutes." She points to the kid on the table, now drawing a lopsided cat.

Gregory House raises a brow. "Does that cat have four legs or--"

Before House's joke can make it out she quickly grabs his wrist and tugs him out of the exam room.

"You were not just going to make a joke like that in a children's exam room. Forget the exam room, this is pediatrics. What are you doing up here?"

House makes a dramatic gasp. "Me? Make an inappropriate joke?"

"Haha," Y/N says unenthusiastically. "What is it?"

"Lunch," he says with a snippy undertone. "You're late. And here I am finding why."

She groans. Of course she's late. When is she not? Before she could apologize, House brings more attention to them with an outburst just as the parents walk in. The situation was made even more embarrassing when Y/N phone alarm goes off. "Oh my Gosh! She's late to lunch because she's been cheating on me!"

"House," she grumbles under her breath before smiling at the child's parents and opening the door for them. Ignoring House, she looks to the child on the table. "Is that what I think it is?"

She shoots House a glare as she shuts the exam room door in his face.

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It really wasn't long that Y/N had been done with the child before another one came along.

"So, what's this I hear about a new doctor on the floor?" "It's you, House. You're the new doctor on the floor and you're not even supposed to be up here," Y/N sighs as she drops the patient folder at the nursing station.

"No," he says while tapping his cane on the floor. "I mean the fancy one. Dr....Shickle?"

"It's Schell"

"Like the sea shell?"

She ignores him as she picks up another folder. "It's pretty busy up here, ya know? Why not bother Wilson? You know, the head of oncology that doesn't seem to actually have any work to do.”

A snort leaves House’s mouth but Y/N can finally see through him.

“There’s a new doctor on this floor,” he merely says.

As he speaks, said new doctor arrives. Dr. Schell is wearing a black suit under his white coat which he takes off and folds over his arm. He looks at Y/N with a smile. “Need company for lunch, Y/N?”

The new doctor’s voice is enough to make any woman’s knees weak. Smooth and deep. House knows this and his eyes shoot to Y/N before he steps in. “She has one. She thanks you though.” House tried to make himself look taller despite his cane. Y/N arches a brow. This should be interesting.

Dr. Schell smiles and House hates the dimple on his cheek. "Well, I'm sure she doesn't mind more company?" His eyes drop down to Y/N. "Our lunch is at the same time."

"Actually," House says while nearly knocking something off the counter with his cane which Y/N is sure was on purpose. "She does mind." With another half-hearted and surly purposeful swing, his cane hits the lollipop dish off the counter and causes Y/N to jump despite seeing it happen. Y/N bent down to pick up the candies when she felt a firm hand on her rear that caused heat to rise up the back of her neck. Dr. Schell noticed the blush on her cheeks and raised a brow when he saw what happened. "I'm sure that's not ok, Dr.?"

"House. Also known as this one's husband so no, she does not need your company."

Y/N mouth drops open in surprise at House's rebuttal and is even more surprised when House hooks her arm with his and leads her away.

[21sbaby]

Shocker| m.celebrini

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!OC

Warnings: swearing, sad topics, cancer, not proofread

A/n: I violently sobbed while writing this. This story is also on Wattpad! My Wattpad is xoxopatches! CHAPTER 1

Monday morning, the only sounds that filled the house were the soft hum of the fan and the birds outside.

Madden was at work and Griffin was at school. The groaned softly as she rolled around in the bed, attempting to wake herself up. 

There was a soft knock at the front door, so soft that it was almost incoherent. She cursed to herself as she rolled off the bed and to the front door.

She opened the front door, standing there with tangled hair, a shirt 3 sizes too large, squinting like she'd never seen the sun.

"Hm?" She hummed softly as a small man stood in front of her, "Is Ms.Croix here?" The man asked, looking slightly scared of the sight in front of him.

"First name? There's two Croix girls." She muttered, "Madden Croix?" He asked softly as he held out a small envelope. "She's not here but I'm here sister..what's that?" She asked as she nodded to the envelope.

"I guess I can just give it to you." The man said as he handed her the envelope and walked away quickly. "The hell?" She muttered to herself.

She quickly ripped the envelope open, there were several pages but only one caught her eye, the page that had "Santa Clara Oncology clinic" in bold letters.

She cocked a brow at the words, oncology clinic? She thought to herself. She sat down and skimmed over the paper, it was test results..

Her hand flew to her mouth as she read the paper, she couldn't believe it. Why hadn't Madden told her? Briar choked back tears as she continued to read. It was devastating reading the paper.

She placed the papers on the table as she sat in the floor, rewinding everything in her head. How could Madden of been sick and she hadn't noticed? Briar let her thoughts consume her, pretty soon she was on the floor sobbing as she thought long and hard about the situation.

There was no way she could tell Madden that she knew, but at the same time..how could she keep that from her? How was she supposed to let Madden struggle with this alone?

What was she meant to do? She thought to herself, one part of her wanted to protect Madden and tell her she knew so she could help but the other part of her wanted to be selfish and pretend like it didn't happen.

She grabbed her phone and brought up her and Macklin's text messages as she began to type, 'Hey! Sorry to cancel so suddenly, something came up. Maybe next weekend?' she nodded as she typed and click sent.

Her hands reached up and softly ran them through her hair as she thought. What was she supposed to do? Who was she supposed to call? Madden only had one person and it was Briar, Briar only had one person and it was Madden.

She moped around on the couch until Madden came home at lunchtime. "Hey!" She softly excitedly as she put her things down on the island. "What's wrong?" Madden asked, quickly picking up on the tension in the room as Briar sat there with her head in her hands.

Briar grabbed the papers and handed them to Madden. "When were you gonna tell me?" She choked out. "Bri.." she mumbled softly as she read the papers.

"I didn't wanna worry you." Madden continued, "Worry me?? Madden you have breast cancer! Of course I'm gonna be worried!" She exclaimed as tears ran down her cheek.

"What did you want me to do? Call you and say, "Hey Briar, I'm possibly dying!" how was I meant to do that to you??" Madden yelled as she threw her hands up, clearly upset.

"You can't do this one on your own." Briar said softly, "I know..but I couldn't ask that of you. You have a life, I can't just expect you to throw it away because I'm sick." Madden sighed.

"Madden, you're the only person I have. I'd do anything to help you." Briar muttered as she walked towards Madden, bringing her into a hug.

"I'm gonna have to start treatment soon.." Madden mumbled, "How soon?" Briar asked, "It about a week. They wanna start as soon as possible, it's very aggressive." Madden sighed.

Briar nodded softly, "Can I go to your next appointment?" She mumbled. "Of course." Madden nodded as she pulled back from Briar, taking her face in her hands and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I don't want you to worry about me. Everything's gonna be ok." Madden whispered as she wiped any of Briar's remaining tears away. Briar softly nodded, feeling a bit better about the situation at hand even though she knew Madden was going through hell.

The next couple of days was rough. Briar drove back to UCLA against her will, Madden insisted that she'd be ok until the weekend. Briar reluctantly agreed when drove back, the first couple days was hard. She'd cry at practice for no reason, yet she wouldn't tell anyone what happened.

Ayo and Sofia were worried about her, usually she'd go out with the team but lately, she wouldn't even come out of her room. She was closed off and guarded, Ayo started to wonder if it had something to do with Macklin, yet she didn't push the subject.

Briar rolled her suitcase down the stairs as she got weird looks from Sofia, "Where you going?" She asked softly. "See my sister." She muttered as she dragged the suitcase out the door, shutting the door behind her, not giving Sofia a chance to speak again.

The car ride to Santa Clara was long and quiet. It felt longer than usual, the roads seemed longer and the minutes felt like hours. Eventually she pulled into the driveway of Madden's house. She grabbed her things and walked in the front door, Madden laid on the couch, looking like hell.

"Shhh!" Griffin giggled as he pointed at Madden, "she asleep?" Briar whispered, only earning another giggle and a nod from Griffin. She nodded softly as she brought her things to the guest room.

The next morning, Madden waddled into the guest room. "Hey..my appointment is in an hour" she said gently as Briar looked up at her. Briar hadn't slept a wink, too nervous for the appointment.

She laid in bed for a bit, contemplating whether she should go or not. Eventually she got out of bed, put sweats and a tank top on and threw her hair in a bun.

"Ready?" Madden asked as she watched Briar walk into the living room. Briar gave a small nod and walked to the front door, the entire car ride she fidgeted with her thumbs. Every now and then Madden would say, "Bri, stop." and gently touch her hands to snap her out of it.

Madden watched the color drain out of Briar's face when they pulled into the parking lot of the clinic. Briar felt selfish, she felt so horrible for feeling the way she did. She felt like she should be more considerate of Madden's feelings but at the same time, she was terrified, thinking of worst case scenarios.

The two girls walked into the clinic, "Hi! Welcome to Santa Clara Oncology clinic! How can I help you?" The woman at the front desk asked sweetly. "Hi..I'm here for my appointment with Dr.Elder? It's under the name Croix." Madden said gently as she tapped nervously on the counter.

"Ok, someone will grab you in a minute." The woman said with a smile, the girls went and sat down in the waiting room. A few moments later a young woman walked out and called Madden back.

She took them to a small, dark room, it was almost scary looking. Once the nurse left the room Briar grumbled with dissatisfaction.

It only takes a few minutes before a woman walks in. "Hi" she said with a sweet smile. "You must be Briar?" The doctor continues. Briar gives her a small nod, quickly zoning out. She was brought back to reality after being zoned out for who knows how long at the words, "You'll have to have a port put in then we can start Chemo."

Briar looks at Madden as Madden simply nods. It took everything in her not to take off running, she was amazed at how strong Madden was being during this situation.

Madden grabbed Briars hand as they walked out of the clinic, Madden whispered words of reassurance to Briar as they walked to the car. Madden knew that Briar was freaking out, hell she was too.

The next month was torture. Briar had to sit back and watch as Madden went through hell, and there was nothing she could do. She'd blocked herself from the outside world. She only went out for practice or to visit Madden. It broke her heart to see Madden in such horrible condition.

It felt like she was declining each day, and they both knew she had much longer to go. Griffin figured out what was going on, he was terrified. He didn't want to go to school anymore, in fear that he'd come back home and his mom would be dead. While yes it wasn't likely, he's a little boy, and his favorite person is dying.

Macklin texted Briar every week, just once. He'd usually just send hey but occasionally he'd say, 'Hey, miss talking to you. Everything ok?' but he never pushed her to respond. She wanted to respond but she couldn't bring herself to do it, she felt guilty for ignoring him but she didn't even know what to say to him.

Ayo and Sofia were worried too but knew if they pushed the subject, she'd put every defense she had up and completely shut down. They wanted to avoid that at all cost.

It was blatantly obvious that something was wrong but no one could put their finger on it. "Sissy?" Griffin asked softly as he colored, "Yeah?" She hummed in response.

They sat at a small kids table in the clinic and colored while they waited for Madden. "Is mama gonna be ok?" He asked gently, almost like if he said it louder he'd start crying. "I hope so." She said truthfully. If she was being honest, she had no idea what was possibly going to happen. There was a 50% chance she lived and a 50% chance she died.

He nodded and kept coloring, just then her phone buzzed. It was from Macklin, she opened it. 'Hey, miss you. I'm thinking about you, if you need anything lmk.' the text read. She liked it then closed the app.

© TOOOSTER & TOOOSTERDUOS & XOXOPATCHES. all works are made by me, I only post on tumblr and Wattpad. If i see any of my works else where or on another persons account, I will block and report you.

[andhumanslovedstories]

Hi dear. I saw your post about pain management - thank you so much for it, it was an inspiring read, also it made it so obvious that you are truly passionate about being a nurse or rather, helping people and being present for those who need it the most. I wanted to ask - do you feel your job as a nurse affects the care you give in your interpersonal relationships and if yes, then how? rather negatively or positively? this is something I think about a lot bc my husband would love to study to become a nurse because he has a heart full of love and care, I knew he would be so good at it, but we are also having our firstborn soon and I just worry that being a nurse might be so draining that what if there is no energy for me and the baby. I really want to support my husband and I know this might be a silly question, but having read how you think I would so much love to hear your thoughts on this topic!

My big disclaimer for this is that I'm currently on medical leave for depression that wasn't CAUSED by my work but was definitely exacerbated by it and definitely worse when I was on shift. I've also been dealing with depression for a long time, and it's always interfered with my jobs at some point. The main problem is that it's a lot worse to have brain fog at a hospital than it is at an ice cream shop. I consider nursing to be a protective factor for my mental health SOMETIMES. It is work that I find meaning in and makes me proud. It can be an exhausting job but also a rewarding one. Extra compassion is also a double-edged sword: it can make you a better nurse, and it can also drain you that much faster because you get invested. Self-care is a part of the nursing code of ethics because the job in part because compassion fatigue is so easy to get if you aren't careful with your limits.

It is a draining job. I've begged off lot of things due to my schedule and feeling exhausted (but I am a homebody hermit). It's also a job a lot of people balance with raising children. My mom (who was already a nurse when I was born) liked the flexibility of the schedule. I work with dozens of nurses who have children. Many are mothers who are still breastfeeding infants. Some actively participate in their family life, some don't, and I don't know how much that has to do with their specific job. You know your husband. Does he already struggle to balance work/school/responsibilities and personal life? That's an issue with any career, but I do think healthcare is a profession where it can get even harder.

oops another nursing essay under the cut

(Plus, in terms of timing in with your newborn, congrats btw, your husband will have to go through nursing school first if he decides on this track, and minimum that will take like 15 months if he has all the pre-reqs and gets into an accelerated program. When it comes to dealing with a newborn, schooling might be more of a stumbling block than the job itself. I know a lot of people who consider nursing school to be one of the worst times of their lives. He might be able to do LPN [licensed practical nurse] instead of RN [registered nurse]. RN requires a bachelors and has a larger scope of practice and generally higher pay. I know almost nothing about getting your LPN license so he'll have to investigate that himself. I'll say the hospital systems that I've been in not only prefer RNs but often have requirements that people without a certain amount of experience MUST get their bachelors after X amount of time.)

I would also say not all nursing jobs are created equal in terms of labor, emotional and otherwise. My first job was in home health which got me somewhat emotionally enmeshed with the family I primarily worked with, but it also wasn't emotionally distressing. Nurses on our oncology floors and the ICU have a different experience than nurses who work in elective short-stay surgery. And different people find different things draining. I find working with end-of-life patients to be energizing in my work; a lot of people don't. My aunt worked pediatrics because she found working with children must less distressing than working with a geriatric population. Some people thrive in the chaos and speed of the emergency room, while I find it to be a tremendously depressing place that I hate floating to.

I think you'd have to ask my loved ones if really if it affects how much I care for them. Speaking personally for myself: I think it is overall positive for my relationships. I like the rhythm of nursing, I like the philosophy of nursing, I like who nursing makes me be. I like that nursing work is impossible to bring home. You can bring the emotions home, but you leave the patients at the hospital. It's simple for a bedside nurse to keep a strong division between their work self and their home self, but it's not necessarily easy. And again, I'm off work right now and probably will be for a bit longer so. yknow. He should make sure he's got a good support system in place.

Also some states and cities are far, far better than others when it comes to nursing regulations. Are there legally mandated staff ratios where you work? How many hospitals are in the area? Are any of them union? What does the compensation look like? What is the turnover rate? Nursing could be a great profession in general, but it might not be great in your particular location.

My last point would be that working in healthcare can make you feel...disconnected, I guess, from people who don't. Healthcare is such a culture unto itself. Sometimes I'd be like that meme of guy at party hanging out in the corner thinking, "they don't know yesterday I took care of a patient in a situation so fucked and depressing that it's now an ethics case." Or on the other hand, "they don't know that a patient called me their guardian angel and cried while they thanked me." The fact that healthcare is a different world is neither a pro nor a con, but something to consider. Depending on how you spend your days, his life might start to have parts that look very different from yours. I loved having a nurse as a mother and listening to her stories. My father banned all anecdotes involving poop and gore from his presence.

I hope you and your husband figure out the best way possible for him to use that compassion, which might be nursing or might not be. Either way, good luck to you guys!

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im the anon who sent that gaz ask and omg kyle's interlude was so good!!!!! im just giggling thinking of kyle wondering how much does she know? did she catch on somehow? fuck I have to take her out quick before she finds out how many projects ive finished and the whole time miss new girl is like. wow this guy fucking sucks at his job i want him gone from my hospital >:(

mans thinks shes gonna file a case with a police and she just thinks he's incompetent as shit

I'm so tickled. That's exactly what's happening.

CW: discussions of death and dying, autopsies, medical neglect

There’s something going on on the cardiac floor that you just… can’t quite put your finger on.

This isn’t the first hospital you’ve worked at, but you’re also new to urban healthcare, so you don’t want to rock the boat by being paranoid. But traffic from the cardiac floor is… steady. You’ve read the papers, know the stats like the back of your hand. And the cardiac floor is perfectly in line with expected trends. Every. Month.

There are fluctuations, of course. Plus or minus three to seven lives is nothing remarkable in cardiology. Macabre, maybe, but true. But that’s unnatural. In the seven months you’ve worked here, you’ve seen waves elsewhere in the hospital. The plastics floor had a month with zero deaths followed by a month of a persistent infection sweeping through the otherwise reasonably healthy patients. Oncology has seen a steady decline in patients sent your way, thank goodness. Even emergency and intensive care aren’t as fixedly consistent as the cardiac floor.

When you wonder about it aloud to the director, Dr. Martins just shrugs. “We have a good team up there. Very good at keeping things clean and double and triple checking their work.”

“But if that’s the case, then the number of deaths should be going down,” you point out.

Dennis gives you a rueful smile. “That’s not always how human bodies work, unfortunately. You know that.”

You do know that. Which is why the consistency grates against your nerves. So you decide to do a little digging.

The name that comes up the most often in the chart notes is one Kyle Garrick.

That’s actually not 100% accurate. He’s charting exactly the way he’s supposed to. And no nurse has complete, individual access to patients 24/7. But every dying patient he has access to is… perfect. Their blood work, labs, vitals, prognosis, medication adherence and refusal is almost too-the-letter, textbook precise.

The most obvious answer is that Garrick, and probably a couple of other nurses on the floor, are fudging the numbers.

The idea is infuriating. You hate the way the administrators keep changing medical record systems just as much as the next person, but inaccurate charting is a safety issue. People can, have, and do die because someone writes down the wrong timing for medications or assumes that a patient’s vitals are unchanged. If anything, this is probably worse than that. The fact that everything is so pristine probably means that some patients are just being written off. The nurses might be deciding who gets the excellent care the hospital is known for and who gets neglected.

You stay three hours late investigating the next cardio patient that ends up in your morgue.

After examining the body and reading, rereading, and re-re-re-reading his chart, you find it. A stutter in the dosages of blood thinners, a slightly higher blood pressure reading from someone who isn’t nurse Kyle fucking Garrick. Just enough evidence to have you testing the body with an aspirometer almost too late. And there it is. A fatal air embolism.

You want to scream, but the dead man doesn’t deserve that.

Three weeks later, sipping from your water bottle, someone calls into the office. “Knock knock.”

Dennis practically lights up. “"Good morning, Kyle. Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. Dr Martins hates unexpected visitors. Then you look over your shoulder, and you understand. Even old queens aren't immune to pretty privilege. The man that’s leaning in the doorway is gorgeous. Maybe its because you work with dead bodies all day, but his eyes and skin seem to glow, even under the fluorescents.

"Can't," the man says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The fact that you’re wiping crumbs off of your mouth over a paper plate is the only reason no one sees your face fall when you hear him say, “Nice to meet you. Kyle Garrick.”

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Six

Prompt: Halcyon Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Estinien Varlineau, Bayarmaa Sagahl Word Count: 788 Notes: Digimon AU

Master List

Visits from Estinien had become common enough at the hospital that when he passed it this time around, he had to take pause. As he stared at it, Gonetomon huffed in thought, his breath becoming steam in the winter air. Where Estinien would have taken the time to visit Nomin, he remembered the text he had received just a couple days ago.

‘I'm finally being released from the hospital!’

A small, gentle smile crept across Estinien’s lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets and continued on his way. His response at the time asked her if she had plans on celebrating at all.

‘I'd like to! But only if you celebrate with me!’

And so, Estinien received an address and a date. On the map on his phone, the address showed a grocery store front called ‘Buckthorn’ -- odd, but he doubted Nomin was leading him astray. He was thankful, however, that he only needed to use the bus as he normally would have coming to this part of town.

Passing the hustle and bustle of the daytime hours, Estinien eventually found his way to the unmistakable storefront. He had never been here before -- it looked like a humble grocery market. Pulling on the door, he and Gonetomon stepped inside as the electric bell signaled his entry.

“Welcome to Buckthorn!” one of the employees called out. Estinien only slightly brought up a hand out of habit in greeting. However, the employee caught sight of Gonetomon and gasped before hurrying her way over. “You're Nomin’s friend that visited her in the hospital! Oh, thank you for that! She was so elated to have a friend come by and keep her company as visiting hours allowed.”

For a moment, Estinien was a bit too flustered to speak, only casting a brief glance in Gonetomon's direction. When he looked at the woman again, he realized he had seen her before -- once. She had been leaving the oncology ward a while back. When he saw Nomin that day, she had some stuff from home brought to her by her…

“You're Nomin’s sister…?” Estinien asked.

“The one and only,” the woman replied with a grin. She then grabbed her name pin, emphasizing it for a moment. “The name's Bayarmaa. But, goodness me, I shouldn't keep you here. Nomin and Teiamon are upstairs with some of their other friends and Digimon.”

With that, Bayarmaa pointed in the direction of a door marked ‘No entry’. Estinien then put two and two together: this building was a joint business front and home.

Bayarmaa leaned in slightly, dropping her voice to a whisper, and bringing the back of her hand to shield a side of her mouth. “You can just walk right in and go. No key necessary or anything. VIP access,” Bayarmaa said, giving a playful wink before straightening up, her voice returning to a normal volume. “I have more things to organize and stock, but try not to have too much fun up there! I need to make sure I can also enjoy my baby sister's release from the hospital, too, y'know!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have her all to yourself soon, I’m sure,” Estinien said, attempting to keep his tone lighthearted.

With discussion coming to a close, Estinien and Gonetomon both made their way for the door indicated, opening it and then heading up the stairwell. Chatter could already be heard from above, and as Estinien crested the top of the stairs, he saw a living area with a kitchen on the opposite side, a counter to separate the two areas. The sofa in the living area had three people on it, one he recognized, and the other two he did not. On the floor were two other people, as well as a number of other Digimon.

Nomin’s gaze immediately met Estinien’s as he appeared, and her already radiant smile became even more so, that elation making itself evident even within the crinkle of her eyes. At that moment, Estinien felt his heart skip a beat. He had often seen Nomin with a medical mask on, so her smile was not often one he got to see anywhere except reflected in her eyes.

“Sorry for not getting up to greet you, but…it’s really nice to see you, Estinien!” Nomin chirped. All that time in the hospital meant that she still needed physical therapy to combat some of the atrophying that came with being bedridden.

“N-No, it’s fine. I get it. I, uh…” Estinien glanced from Nomin to the others in the room. The overall vibe was joy and relief for having Nomin back; it cast a palpably halcyon atmosphere. “Sorry that it looks like I’m late.”

“I’m just glad you made it!” Nomin replied.

[astra-aeterna]

aced it - chapter 7

chapter 7 - starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights

two new chapters in one week? who is she????

i've been making lots of progress on the later chapters of this fic so i'm giving us all a little treat by posting this now <3

read a snippet under the cut or catch the whole chapter on ao3

Feyre had expected that the first day of her internship would be a good day. 

Unfortunately, it was also the day after their molecular genetics professor posted their final grades— and somehow, Rhys had gotten the higher score. They hadn’t discussed it until that morning, unfortunately, meaning she started her day on a low note: losing to Rhys. Not by much, she complained— a 97.4 versus a 96.9 wasn’t exactly a grade difference worth bragging about— but he just smirked and said “but it is higher, which means I win, doesn’t it?”

She wrinkled her nose at him and brought her coffee mug to her lips for a long drink. It was far too early and she was nowhere near caffeinated enough to deal with his attitude.

At least the day could only go up from there, Feyre thought. Sure, she’d have to deal with Rhys and his bragging and incessant smirks the entire time they were at the hospital, but they’d be at the hospital, doing real, actual, medical work. It sent a thrill through her, knowing that she was finally going to get hands-on experience. 

Walking into the hospital felt transformative. She’d been in hospitals before, of course, but always as a visitor, never as a member of the staff, and it was a vastly different experience. Even walking beside Rhys, who had made some remark about a half point lead still counting as a lead, couldn’t sink her spirits. Surrounded by bustling staff and family members in the lobby, Feyre couldn’t take a proper moment to stand and admire the architecture of the main floor with its glass-domed ceiling and stained glass hanging fixtures that cast mesmerizing patterns across the blue-tiled floor. 

The paintings on the walls, largely pastorals and still lifes, made the space feel less clinical. Good for visitors and patients who didn’t want to be stressed out immediately upon entering, but Feyre longed for the harsh fluorescent lighting and sterile smell that permeated the halls of the hospital proper.

It wasn’t long before she got what she had been looking for. Once they’d checked in at the front desk, a kind older woman (“Dr. Chirus, officially, but please call me Madja”) led them to the locker rooms where they changed into scrubs. The sharp smell of antiseptic got stronger the further they got away from the lobby on the tour Madja took them on, invigorating Feyre a ridiculous amount. Was it weird? Maybe, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when she was riding the high of the successes that brought her to the position. 

That first day was relatively boring— full of onboarding procedures, online trainings to make sure they knew how to properly wash their hands and avoid contracting bloodborne pathogens, badging paperwork, and explanations of how the rest of the summer would go. She hung onto Madja’s every word as she explained that since they weren’t licensed, they’d be doing transport and support staff duties, but they would rotate through a few different services to get a taste of the broad spectrum of the medical field. Surgery, labor and delivery, oncology, psychiatry (Feyre was looking forward to that one the most), radiology, and infectious disease. Apparently they usually had interns do an emergency medicine rotation, but since she and Rhys were certified and practiced EMTs, Madja had managed to secure them the infectious rotation instead.

By the end of the day, Feyre’s feet should have been sore from the insane amount of walking they did through the massive hospital complex, but she was floating on cloud nine, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, too elated to let anything like the physical limitations of her still-frail body stop her.

Rhys had looked over to her once they slid into his car, a fond expression on his face, and told her that her excitement was infectious. How he wasn’t positively thrilled to be there baffled Feyre momentarily, but once they emerged from the dim light of the parking garage, she remembered that he was rich and probably hadn’t felt like the application for the program was the fight of his life. A fight against her, sure, but not something that would determine the course of his future. Feyre figured with his attitude and grades, he wouldn’t have to think twice about whether he’d get into med school or how he’d be able to afford it— not like she had.

She didn’t hold it against him, though, like she might have even six months prior. Living with him had changed her perspective a lot. Don’t get her wrong, she still thought he was an annoying prick who she needed to out-score in their shared classes, but he wasn’t as much of an asshole as she had initially assumed. The fact that she was living with him at all said more than enough. (The fact that he would be at her side when her nightmares got bad enough to turn her stomach said even more, but she hadn’t quite figured out what to make of that yet). 

The rest of that first week was largely the same, though after two days, Feyre earned bragging rights for her superior grade in statistics. Rhys sighed dramatically and then bestowed a horrifically shaped paper ‘crown’ upon her and then bowed, because the impertinent bastard said “We all must bow before the queen of basic statistics.” As ridiculous as it was, it did make her giggle, and he seemed to claim that as a win for him.

When they came home that Friday, feet sore and ready for a weekend of rest, Cassian greeted them at the door with a bottle of rum in his hand. 

Feyre furrowed her brows in confusion, waiting silently for an explanation.

“We’ve gotta celebrate the first week of you guys being fancy-ass doctor types!” 

From beside her, Rhys laughed, shoving Cass further into the house. “Fine, fine, go set up for whatever shenanigans you and Mor planned. We’ll be there in a few.”

With that, Cass ambled off, calling loudly for Mor’s help and a bottle opener. She had no clue what was in store for them, but hey— a night of drinking and laughing with the people that she’s starting to consider her friends? Sign her up. There hadn’t been a night like this for her in… well, maybe ever, actually. Giddy anticipation, bubbly and bright, swirled in her gut as she dropped her backpack off in her room and took the time to change into soft, comfortable clothes— ones she could sleep in, if she ended up drunk enough to stumble straight to bed at the end of the night. Clad in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and an oversized VU t-shirt, she made her entrance into the living room, where she was apparently the last to arrive. 

Mor grinned and gestured her over, but Feyre could feel Rhys’s eyes on her as she made her way to one of the sofas and collapsed into the plush material. His gaze was searing hot, and she could see, out of the corner of her eye, the way it stuck on the hem of her shorts that sat just at the top of her thighs. Despite herself, a blush spread bright across her cheeks, and she turned to Mor, desperate for a distraction from the heat in his eyes. “So, how was your day?”

“Oh, y’know, the usual. Tiring enough to want to drink about it.” She sighed, shrugging elegantly. As she pulled her blonde curls back into a low ponytail, her eyes brightened. “Plain old drinking is boring, though. We should play drinking games!”

She thought the groan from across the coffee table was from Azriel, but couldn’t be sure— either way, the immediate reluctancy sent her into a fit of quiet giggles. “What do you have against drinking games?”

“Mor gets really competitive,” Cassian explained, but he didn’t look apprehensive in the least. “Actually, we all do, but it eventually devolves.”

“Can I just beg that we don’t play beer pong?” Azriel sighed, resigned to his fate. 

“Ew, are we in a frat house? No, we’re playing fun drinking games. Oh my god, we can finally use that ‘Truth or Drink’ card game I got for my birthday! I’ll go get it.”

[lovetheworld-harrypottergirl]

Scandal in B.H.M.H. (Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital)

Request (Anonymous) : could write a Teen Wolf story of what it would be like if they all were Dr's and Yn and Stiles were apart of a scandal because they hooked up and slept together after a shift in the employee locker room and one of the residents found out and tried to blackmail them, but their fellow Dr's and friends(Scott, Lydia, Malia, Liam, Theo, Hayden, Mason, Corey, Kira, Allison) step in and are all like " if you report them, then you'll have to report all of us too because we've all hooked up in the locker room at one point, so go ahead because we don't think you will" but they were just bluffing to scare the resident and they end up transferring leaving the Pack alone? please and thanks!! (i love your writing btw💙)

Author's Note : Awww!🤍🤍🤍 This request meant a lot to me and I was so excited writing it for you. I hope you enjoy it you lovely work of art!!!🥰😆

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Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital was renowned for its exceptional medical staff, state-of-the-art facilities, and a tight-knit team of doctors who were more like family than colleagues. Among these doctors were Dr. Y/N Hale, Head or Cardiology, and Dr. Stiles Stilinski, Head of Oncology, whose relationship was a secret passion hidden beneath their professional demeanor. Late one night, after a grueling double shift, Y/N and Stiles found themselves alone in the employee locker room. The adrenaline of the day’s surgeries and emergencies had morphed into a palpable tension between them. Stiles glanced over at her, his gaze never leaving her frame as he took off his coat, leaning against a locker.

“ You were incredible today."

Y/N replied with a teasing smile, letting her wavy hair out of her ponytail, running her fingers through it.

“ You weren’t so bad yourself."

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head.

" I'm serious, it was pretty awesome the way you stepped in at the last second when that kid came in who accidentally swallowed a needle that was moving towards his heart, you just cut him open then and there and pulled the thing right from his artery."

" Well I couldn't just sit aside and watch that poor resident kill him, it wouldn't have been right…"

Y/N closed her locker, looking up, only now suddenly aware of the little space that was between her and the guy practically towering over her. Her breath caught, her hands at her sides as Stiles leaned in, his arm above her head as he looked down at her. His other hand reached up to her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip.

" Dr Stilinski-"

" Sh… Don't talk…

Before either one knew it, they were kissing, their exhaustion forgotten in the heat of the moment. They undressed each other hastily, discarding their clothes on the locker room floor and succumbing to the long-suppressed desire. The locker room echoed with the sounds of their passion, only further driving their desire. Unbeknownst to them, Ryan Jameson, a resident known for his ambition and lack of scruples, walked past the locker room. He paused, hearing something unusual, and decided to investigate, catching sight of Y/N and Stiles in a compromising position, a sinister smile crept across his face.

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The next day, Jameson cornered Y/N in the break room, a smug look on his face as he spoke, his voice dripping with feigned politeness.

“ Dr. Hale, could I have a word?”

Y/N replied, trying to hide her discomfort.

“ What is it, Jameson?”

He lowered his voice, leaning in closer to her, his words making her heart skip a beat.

“ I know about you and Dr. Stilinski; last night, in the locker room.”

She pulled back, taking a step back as she looked at him, a mixture of dread and anger, causing Jameson to smirk wickedly.

" What do you want?”

" Simple. You help me get on Dr. Argent’s good side: fast track me into the surgeries that matter, or I report this to the board.”

Y/N’s mind raced.

“ You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am."

He gave her a sly grin before turning around and walking off, calling over his shoulder.

" Think about it, Dr. Hale.”

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Y/N immediately sought out Stiles, finding a quiet corner in the cafeteria to talk.

“ Stiles, we have a problem.”

She spoke, her voice trembling, Stiles responding with worry and concern evident in his voice and features.

“ What is it?”

“ James knows about us. He saw us in the locker room last night, he’s threatening to report us unless I help him get ahead.”

Stiles’ eyes narrowed.

“ That little… We need to tell the others.”

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That evening, Y/N and Stiles gathered their closest friends and colleagues: Scott McCall : Head of Coronary Care, Lydia Martin : Head of Hematology, Malia Hale : Head of Orthopedica, Liam Dunbar : Head of Critical Care, Theo Raeken : Head of Radiology, Hayden Romero : Head of Ophthalmology, Mason Hewitt : Head of Microbiology, Corey Bryant : Head of Nephrology, Kira Yukimura : Rheumatology, and Allison Argent : Head of Patient Services. They explained the situation, and their friends listened intently.

“ This guy is trying to blackmail you?”

Y/N nodded, her head down and shoulders slumped, the stress of the situation getting to her

“ Yes, and we don’t know what to do.”

She leaned against her knees, pushing her hair away from her face, Stiles walking up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them in an attempt to alleviate some of her stress. Lydia smacked her hand on the table, knocking a empty plastic vase over, speaking enraged and firmly.

“ We can’t let him get away with this. He’s only doing this because he thinks he has power over you.”

“What if we take that power away?”

Everyone turned to look at Theo, a sly grin spreading across his face.

" What?"

“ We bluff ; If he thinks reporting you means reporting half the Heads in the hospital, he won’t go through with it.”

“ Are you sure?”

Stiles asked skeptical, his hands pausing their rubbing.

“ It's worth a shot."

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The next day, Jameson was surprised to find himself confronted by the group in the residents' lounge, Scott leaning against the table he was sat at, towering over him.

“ Jameson! Just the resident I wanted to talk to."

" Dr McCall, what- what can I do for you?"

" We hear you've got some interesting information about our friends Y/N and Stiles.”

Jameson crossed his arms, trying to appear confident.

“ That's right. And- And unless you want me to take it to the board, you'll do as I say.”

Scott exchanged a look with Lydia, who nodded imperceptibly.

“ Funny thing, Jameson. If you report them, you'll have to report all of us too.”

Jamesons' smirk faltered.

“ What are you talking about?”

“ We’ve all hooked up in the locker room at one point.”

Lydia spoke, her voice cool and matter-of-fact, confident as ever.

“ So go ahead, report them. But know that you'll be reporting every single one of us.”

James looked around the group, seeing nothing but steely determination.

“ You're bluffing.”

Theo spoke next, his voice cold as he addressed the resident, stepping closer.

“ Are we? Because if you think for a second that we'll let you blackmail our friends, you've got another thing coming.”

Jamesons' confidence wavered. He glanced around the room, seeing no signs of weakness.

“ You can't all be serious.”

“ Oh, we're serious. Deadly.”

Malia spoke, her tone dangerous.

“ We'll start with Scott and Allison, caught them making out in the locker room after a particularly stressful night shift."

" Or Scott and Kira, that time when they thought everyone had left. But nope, caught red-handed."

" And let's not forget me and Dr Derek Hale."

Lydia continued, her tone icy.

" Not that anyone could, given how loud he can get.”

Jameson hesitated, realizing the precariousness of his position.

“ You’re all lying.”

“Try us. Let’s see how far you get.”

Jameson, knowing he was outmatched, decided to back down.

“ Fine. I’ll drop it. But this isn’t over.”

“ Actually, it is."

Lydia spoke, smirking innocently, looking over at Allison as she began.

“ We’ve already spoken to my father about your… ambitions. You’re being transferred to another hospital. Effective immediately.”

Jamesons' face drained of color.

�� You can’t do that.”

“ We just did."

Allison spoke, her voice icy.

“ Now get out.”

When Jameson left, the group breathed a collective sigh of relief, Y/N sitting down as the tension left her body.

“ That was close."

Stiles agreed, wrapping an arm around her.

“ Too close… Thank you, all of you.”

Scott smiled, seeing how comfortable Y/N looked under Stiles' touch.

“ That’s what family is for, we look out for each other.”

“ And besides, what’s a little scandal among friends?”

The group laughed softly.

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The weeks that followed were peaceful, the shadow of Jamesons' threat no longer looming over them. Y/N and Stiles' relationship, now out in the open among their friends, flourished without the need for secrecy. One evening, as they sat in the break room together, Y/N turned to Stiles, a soft smile on her lips.

“ I can’t believe we got through that.”

“ Me neither. But we did together."

Stiles smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“ And we have the best friends in the world."

Y/N said softly, looking around at their colleagues, who were laughing and chatting nearby. Stiles nodded.

“ That we do. That we do…”

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As time went on, Beacon Hills Memorial continued to be a place of healing and hope, not just for its patients, but for its staff as well. The bonds between the doctors grew stronger, and the sense of family deepened. Y/N and Stiles' story became a symbol of resilience and unity, a reminder that even in the face of scandal and adversity, love and friendship could prevail. And as they worked side by side, saving lives and supporting each other, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with the strength of their family by their side.

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Thank you so much for reading and I hope all of you who made it this far have a wonderful day! Until next story my lovelies!!!🤍🥰

[endlessnightlock]

number 7 and 8? you don’t have to combine them but that would be cool too! thank you for doing this!

because this is what we’ve done since we were kids no matter the adult implications of it now, with an added bonus of because

because you’re crying as if i’m about to disappear?

50 Reasons to Share a Bed

I already wrote a drabble with the first prompt, so I'll just use the second one :).

8. Because you’re crying as if I'm about to disappear?

The hospital bed sat empty, sterile, and silent in the corner of the room. What would have been an innocuous feature in any healthcare facility represented something entirely different in a house once teeming with life and vitality.

Katniss bit the edge of her fingernail to keep from screaming. She wasn't one for public emotions of any sort, and amongst the crowd gathered at her childhood home, she wasn't planning to start now. She couldn't stand to look at that hospital bed, and yet she couldn't stop looking at it.

"Why haven't you gotten rid of that thing yet?" she asked, taking a deep drink from the whiskey glass someone had handed her half an hour or so ago. Grief did funny things to a person; She'd lost all concept of time over the last few days. The days and nights were unending, and she floated listlessly through them, only half alive herself. She wished there was a remote control she could use to fast forward past the period of her life.

"Hospice hasn't come for it yet," Prim said. She shrugged. "I don't spend time in this part of the house anymore."

Katniss knew that. Prim had moved her room to the basement of their childhood home years ago. While Katniss had flown the nest after high school graduation, Prim didn't take that step. It turned out to be fortuitous; their father died when Prim was twenty, and their mother's cancer showed up only two years later. By that point, Katniss was busy with work and life hours from their hometown, leaving Prim to carry the burden of taking care of their mother through oncology appointments, endless tests, drug trials, and finally, end-of-life care and funeral planning.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here much," Katniss said, realizing she hadn't apologized for her absence yet. She wouldn't have been much good to Prim or their mother anyway, but it still needed to be said. Mostly she was sorry she wasn't the sort of sister who was good at being supportive.

"It's alright, Kat," Prim whispered, patting her on the arm. "You did what you could. I couldn't have afforded all that time off work to take care of her if you hadn't sent money."

Still, it didn't seem like enough. But that part of their life, the part where she and Prim were someone's child, was over, and there was no going back and changing any of it.

KPKPKPKPKP

Katniss knew Peeta didn't keep any weapons in his house, and that knowledge was all it took to convince her it would be okay to unlock his front door in the middle of the night and let herself into his house with the key he hadn't asked her to give back to him when she split up with him last month.

On silent feet, she made her way up the carpeted steps to his bedroom on the upper floor of the house. Knowing she had no right to assume he was alone since she was the one who left, Katniss still breathed a sigh of relief when she found Peeta alone, asleep in his bed.

I hope he doesn't hate me, she thought, slipping her shoes off wearily and inching toward his bed and the promise of finally sleeping again. She wasn't just here because she was exhausted. She was here because she was the biggest idiot who'd ever graced the earth to break up with Peeta, and she missed him so much it was killing her.

Peeta didn't stir when Katniss pulled the covers back and climbed in, easily finding her old spot. He didn't wake up until she wrapped her shaking arms around him. His eyes blinked open. He stiffened in surprise but relaxed when he realized it was her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, pausing midway to clear the gravel from his throat.

She tried to tell him, but the emotional deluge beat her to it and there was no talking then. Peeta remained silent as she wept. Choking, uncontrollable, ugly sobs poured out of Katniss like he was the one on the verge of disappearing forever like her mother they'd buried that morning. He had every right to kick her out of his bed and his house, tell her to leave forever, and quit fucking with his heart, but he didn't.

"Hey, I'm here," Peeta said instead, repeating the words softly, over and over like a mantra.

[meg2md]

Wow, you're off Tumblr for months and the UI gets more fucked up than ever! Nice. How does Tumblr do it? Keep getting worse and worse? And yet I still come back to this website occasionally, because I'm also trash.

Residency makes it hard to keep a blog. I barely have time for household chores and hobbies, let alone ONLINE journaling when I'm also pouring out my heart occasionally on my actual, IRL written journal and trying to maintain friendships.

Anyway. Started R2. It's actually better so far, as much as I felt I was never going to be ready. Don't get me wrong, I still feel woefully inadequate approximately all of the time. But wow, does it feel good to not hold the gyne and OB pager, to not have to fight with the nurses about pitocin on the floor, to do something other than manage labor on OB days. I started on nights, which I thought was going to be a disaster, but actually ended up being fine. I think I got lucky, because usually the R2 gets blown up since they manage antepartum AND gynecology overnight, but the ED and antepartum nurses were relatively benign to me.

And just... the FREEDOM of not having to write q2h strip and mag notes, to not have to pay hawk-like attention to the strips... and the nurses and I get along better than ever now that

A) they have new intern prey to feast upon, and

B) I'm not riding everyone's ass about the strips

Literally, my LEAST FAVORITE PART OF MY JOB is being a labor intern because you're expected to make sure the pitocin keeps going up, up, up but the nurses don't always want to with a category 2 strip, but like, category 2 doesn't mean it's not reassuring, and also you can't have a baby without contractions, but there's always a "policy" for why we can't do XYZ.... and it's like... why am I even here then, just run the labor floor without me if everything is 100% policy-driven, lol. Category 2 isn't BAD guys!!! It's not always bad. And I know the strips aren't always amazing but dude.... we either pit enough we can get a baby out vaginally or they might as well get cut here and now instead of spinning our wheels with inadequate pitocin dosing.

Anyway... rant over hahaha. Ooooh I hated labor as an intern. I loved it in the beginning, but I QUICKLY, QUICKLY came to dread it for the above reasons. And now, as an R2 on OB days, my primary job will be c-sections! Which is incredible because right now I feel like I'm so bad at them. I've done a few over 20 since I started residency. Other programs have you do more as an intern, but I did end up with >200 vaginal deliveries, so I really can't complain. And like I said, my OB days blocks will be me doing 2-5 sections per day... so I'll get real good real fast. I just don't do it for awhile (nights > family planning > oncology > OB days) so I feel nervous when I'm assigned sections on nights and call, but I'll get there eventually. TRUST THE PROCESS, they say. I mean, I guess I thought I'd never figure out how to insert a hysteroscope into a uterus and chomp off an intracavitary leiomyoma, and I figured that out by the end of R1, so there's got to be something to it.

Things I still don't feel good about that I should have gotten better at by the end of R1: LACERATION REPAIRS. But whatever. I'm sure it will improve as my surgical skills improve.

Now I'm starting to stress because in the middle of having more responsibility, figuring out C-sections and basic laparoscopy, etc, I have to get research started and decide once and for all if I want to do fellowship. I've been waffling between generalist practice and MIGS for ages.

On one hand, I do like obstetrics more than I initially expected, I like that I'll have more freedom to do abortion care, and the thought of MORE training when I'm already almost 32 and have 2.5 years left of residency makes me want to vomit. On the other hand, the MIGS lifestyle is much better than OB lifestyle, I may still be able to do abortions, and I really, REALLY want to have elite surgical training. I'm sure I'll figure it out more on my gynecology and oncology blocks when I do more minimally invasive/generally spend more time in the OR. Not sure how much I like the thought of running a chronic pain and endometriosis clinic. But also... I feel like I went to a decently-tiered medical school and graduated with the assumption I would do fellowship, and to cut my training short and arguably without satisfactory surgical training feels bad. Because at the end of the day, I'm not actually sure how well general OB/GYN residency prepares you for surgery. I'm not sure I trust it yet.

C'est la vie. Back to other things. Studying hormonal contraception in patients with medical co-morbidities before biking back to my house to play MASS EFFECT 3. I'm also a pickle ball fanatic now.

Byeee

[saltymcsaltything]

Apart from the conditions/symptoms I don't have the appropriate anatomy to experience, this is very similar to my own history. What I am finding is the general cluster of conditions and symptoms, while it varies in age of onset, is suspiciously similar both within my own family and among my friends who are autistic/ADHDers.

What we seem to get is:

Some flavor of neuropathy/neuralgia

Some flavor of musculoskeletal disorder affecting the neck, back, and large joints in particular

Some flavor of sensory bullshit above and beyond hypersensitivity - tinnitus, visual disturbances, vertigo, etc.

Some flavor of immunological bullshit - autoimmune disorder, multiple severe allergies, MCAS

Some flavor of headache disorder

Some flavor of chronic GI bullshit

Some sort of chronic respiratory bullshit

A bunch of ND and mental health issues.

It's well beyond frustrating dealing with this. I swear almost everyone I am close to has a "yeah, most of this took at least a decade to get diagnosed and it sucked the entire time in so many ways" story. We can't *possibly* be this sick this young, right? We can't *possibly* have this many things wrong with us all at once, right?!?

But we do, and it all gets worse while we are running around from specialist to specialist trying to get someone to listen and actually help.

I was referred to a neurosurgeon last week by my primary care. I also have to go back to my cardiologist and my neurologist to try to get more answers for the symptoms that are currently flaring. I'm terrified, but also it might be the only way to get any relief at this point.

But fuck I do not like the sound of 'neurosurgeon'. It's second only to 'oncologist' in terror, and I already had my first (and hopefully only) experience in an oncology clinic two summers ago. Surgery is scary enough - I have so much medical trauma from a horribly botched "minor" surgical procedure in 2019 that anything other than "talk to doctor, get meds refilled" gives me flashbacks. Fucking *Neurosurgery* though?

FUCK

I turn 45 on Friday. A good chunk of my bullshit has been present from birth or early childhood, but it really started going downhill around 30. Some of it I only realized wasn't "normal" or "pretty common" recently. My whole family has so many of the same conditions in different combos that it's taken years for me to even realize that some of them are concerning. I have that "my daily issues as described to another person are instant ER visit all the time" kind of existence that my mom and brother had and it simultaneously makes it so much harder to be taken seriously and to not have doctors who do take it seriously back away slowly because I am ridiculously complicated.

The only solace I take in my current state of panic is that a part of me always finds some absurd humor even in life-or-death situations. It's a family coping mechanism that we all seem to have. Between referring to POTS as "fun passing out disease" and having my warped brain start chanting "let the bodies hit the floor" after waking up from a faint on the floor of my bathroom to reading lists of possible symptoms and complications of various conditions or scrolling through my medical history and going "Great Death Metal band names"

Hope this isn't offensive (feel free to ignore if it is) but what illnesses do you have? I always see very detailed posts from you about different types of hyperspecific injuries or illnesses and I was wondering if you're just super well informed or have all of them.

Which is very helpful and cool for people who need the info, and I'm sorry if you are experiencing all those.

Oh, Christ. Right this is going to be a lot 😅

Conditions I have been diagnosed with as of 2024:

Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

Mast Cell Activation Syndrome

Dysautonomia/POTS/autonomic failure (they all mean a similar thing. I just have them all listed in my file because no one can decide what I actually have beyond “nervous system broke”)

Chronic Migraines

Hemiplegic Migraines

Cluster Headaches

Cranial Instability (caused by my EDS + neck injuries)

Trigeminal neuralgia

Occipital Neuralgia (caused by the cranial instability)

Binocular Vision Disorder

PMDD (likely linked to the MCAS)

Probably endometriosis but it’s unconfirmed.

Interstitial cystitis (definitely caused by the MCAS)

GERD (a symptom of my MCAS)

Pernicious Anemia (likely linked to the EDS and MCAS. I don’t absorb nutrients from my food as well as I should which is common when MCAS damages the GI tract.) which lead to hemolytic anemia in 2019 aka the “Almost Died For Real” year.

ADHD.

cPTSD

Dysthymia or “double depression”

“Probable ME/CFS” is in my file, but with everything else going on chronic and debilitating fatigue is pretty much unavoidable so my doctors are like 🤷🤷‍♀️

I had an intestinal perforation a few years ago that lead to severe diverticulitis that took about a year and a half to heal, but that’s healed now save for the occasional bout of nerve pain.

Uuuh… I think that’s it… (wait and see my spouse/friends chiming in with “you forgot about x”)

So yeah.

Chances are if you see me talking about it, I have it. I do sometimes talk about other conditions that I’ve learned about over the years of navigating my own stuff, but I will always defer to the lived experiences of others when it comes to their own conditions.

It’s a lot to deal with. Most of it links back to the MCAS/EDS/Autonomic failure.

Or as we like to call it: the generic trifecta of bullshit.

[azrielsbitches]

Could you please do one where after Hanna has already become Fae and she gets a cold and everyone (ESPECIALLY Azriel) gets really worried about her?

A/N: sorry i've been gone so long lol life has been crazy!! I passed my NCLEX and I am officially a registered nurse :) i've been adjusting to night shift after starting on an oncology floor so I can't promise regular updates but I'm going to try my best!

i thought i would start off with this and see if i get any more inspiration but please please please send in some requests if you have any!!!

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I wrapped my coat and scarf tighter around my shivering body as I made my way to the River House for dinner. Ever since things had calmed down Rhys and Feyre tried to get everyone together once a week for a family meal.

It was great to have a set day to see everyone, especially since we were living more separately lately. Cassian and Nesta were at the House of Wind, Mor was spending more and more time with Emerie, and Elain had decided to move into the River House with Rhys and Feyre. This left Azriel and I alone most of the time in the Town House.

We had been thinking of getting our own space somewhere just outside of the city, but while I was training everyday with Madja it just made more sense to stay close.

I was even more excited for this dinner because I hadn't seen anyone all week. Even Azriel had been gone on a mission for Rhysand. But I had Madja and the other healing apprentices at the clinic to keep me company.

"Ahchoo!" I violently sneezed as I made my way to the front door and knocked. I had been struggling with a stuffy nose for the past few days now, but the sneezing was new.

"Hanna," I heard Rhys reprimand me as he opened the front door. "We've told you not to knock."

"It feels weird just walking in," I explained myself, smiling at my brother-in-law as I stepped inside and handed him my coat.

Rhys lead me into the living room where everyone was gathered drinking wine. I was so excited to see Azriel that I practically skipped over to where he was leaning up against the wall.

He grinned at me as I approached him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

"I missed you," I whispered into his chest, snuggling into his warmth.

"Missed you too, sweetheart," he murmured into my hair as he rubbed his warm hands up and down my cold arms.

I pulled away slightly, planning on going in for a kiss but I was interrupted by yet another sneeze. Luckily I was able to pull away in time to not spray snot in his face.

"Sorry," I laughed lightly as I looked up at Azriel. The look on is face had me worried though. "What's wrong?"

"Are you feeling alright?" he countered. It was then that I realized that the whole room had quieted down aside from Nyx's baby babbling in Elain's arms.

And everyone was staring at me. I blushed at their attention before turning back to Azriel to see his shadows swirling anxiously.

"I think it's just a cold," I tried to reassure him, but the look on his face didn't change. "I've just had a stuffy nose for a few days... it's okay, Az."

"And you're sneezing," he said matter-of-factly.

"Well that's a new development," I tried to joke but he didn't seem to find that funny.

"Hanna you should be at home resting," Feyre approached us in concern.

"Do you want some tea?" Elain asked.

"Have you told Madja about this?" Nesta interjected from across the room, Cassian nodding his agreement.

"This isn't like before when I got sick," I told them all. "I'm not some fragile human anymore. It's different now."

"We don't know that for sure," Azriel sounded strained. "We're going home."

"No! Dinner smells so good," I pouted at him, but I didn't see this going my way.

"You can take some home," Elain reassured me.

Before I could protest more I sneezed again. So hard that I jolted backwards into Azriel's chest.

"Okay, fine," I sighed. "You win."

"Nuala and Cerridwen will bring you dinner and I'll send Madja a message to check in soon," Rhys informed us as Azriel grabbed my coat and helped me back into it.

Azriel still seemed tense as he grabbed my hand and he winnowed us back to our bedroom at the Town House.

"I'm going to grab some more blankets," he said as he grabbed one of his sweaters from the closet and handed it to me. "Try to get warm okay?"

He was out the door before I could stop him. I sighed and changed into the sweater he gave me and climbed into bed, not wanting to fight with him.

Azriel came back quickly with a few blankets in his arms that he spread out on the bed. I grabbed his hand before he could walk away again and pulled him to sit on the bed next to me.

"Azriel... I'm okay," I told him. "This isn't like the last time I was sick."

I can vaguely remember his stricken face when I was practically delirious from the sickness when the Mortal Queens visited our home when I was still human.

"I can't lose you," he whispered after a moment of silence between us.

"I don't plan on leaving anytime soon," I reassured him.

[rupsmorge]

Hold Me, Please?

Spencer Reid x Gn! Reader

Summary: Spencer doesn't realize reader's rought day at work is the cause of their quietness. So being the genius he is, he starts spewing facts just to be inturpted by a sad reader who wants cuddles asap.

Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

cw: hospital, discussion childhood cancer, death in childhood (lightly skimmed over), chronic fatigue & pain, cursing, case talk (made up case)

an: hi! this is my first fanfic so it's probably gonna be rough lol. My y/n's will most likely all have a chronic illness or disablity of some kind and a lot will mention childhood cancer or working in a hospital. Im disabled and rarely see y/n with them. Also my dream job is to be an oncology childlife specialist. anyways have fun & pls be nice to me :D

Spencer didn't think twice about you being quiet after coming home from work. He knew how fatigued you were after working long hours at the children's hospital. What he didn't know is that your silence wasn't because of fatigue or pain, but because today was bad. In fact, bad didn't even cover it- today was hell. Being a Child Life Specialist on the oncology floor had it's perks but it also has some rough downfalls. The hardest two are having newly diagnosed kids- because you know the grueling treatment they're about to experience- and the kids who's lives that have ended too early. Today, oh lordy, today seemed to be a shit show of both. There were 3 freshly diagnosed kids and one passing all in 10 hours. Its a lot to process and recover from and one way you cope is by become quiet.

Some days you just don't feel like talking. It's not always because you're exhausted or grieving, you just aren't in the mood for speaking. So it's not Spencer's fault for misinterpreting your silence.

As soon as you changed clothes and walked into the kitchen, Reid started to tell you all the new facts he learned from a mushroom documentary he watched. He followed you to the breakfast bar, leaning against it as he talked while simultaneously watching you make a warm cup of tea.

You see, today was a rare day Spencer had off. He'd been on a case in Maine that dealt with mushrooms being used in helping with decomposition. To say the least, the unsub was not a fun guy (fungi, get it? lmao I'm dumb) and the team needed a well deserved break.

And while you usually, almost always, love his factual rambles, all you wanted was for him to be quietly cuddling with you on couch as you watch Little Shop of Horrors. Being in his arms was both of you twos favorite thing. He loved to play with your hair as he held onto you while you played with the side seam of his shirt absentmindedly.

"I know you say it as a joke but I don't think we can say 'People eat dead mushrooms, mushrooms eat dead people,' anymore. The case really ruined it. Did you kn-"

You probably didn't know but at the moment you didn't care so you interrupted him- "Spencer, I love you. But please just shut up for a minute and hold me. Please?"

Wide eyed, Spencer immediately realized why you had been so quiet and moppey; today was a "bad one". "It was a bad day wasn't it? I'm sorry, love. Come on, let go snuggle."

And with that being said, he grabbed a hold of your hand and dragged you to the couch. Spencer layed down first, then pulled you on top of him, knowing you liked to lay your head on his chest. The sound of his heart's steady beat always calms you down. Once all snuggled down and comfy you opened up.

"Today was awful, Spence. So many new commers, so many families are having their lives flipped upside down. But we also lost a kiddo today. I know I can't tell you much cause of HIPPA but, god Spencer, I'm so fucking tired of seeing cancer take these sweet, innocent souls."

As you started to cry a little, Spencer lightly traced your arms up and down with his fingers. "I know you do bubs. I'm so sorry... How about we order some Mexican food and watch your favorite musical? Try to get your mind off of it?"

"That sounds perfect. Thank you, bubba. I love you and I'm sorry I told you to shut up."

Spencer lightly laughed at your comment "it's okay. I probably would of too if I were in your shoes. I love you."

You kissed him softly and quickly on the lips then nuzzled into the crook of his neck just as Spencer started the movie. Maybe today could be a little better than before, because in Spencer's arms everything seemed to be okay again.

[headoverheelsforramsey]

I'm yours 🥰♥️😍

Another Senator

Book : Open Heart (set post book 3)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : It's been half a decade since the attack on Senator Farrugia but worry and anxiety descend on Ethan when another Senator seeks medical attention at Edenbrook.

Category : Angst with fluffy ending

Warnings : A few swears as usual and mentions of the maitotoxin incident.

Rating : General

Word Count : 1560

Tropes : And they were Fighting 

Prompt : #70 "Don't hurt yourself again..." & 100 "I'm yours." from 101 Ways to Say I Love You

A/N : Look who is back from the dead and posting a fic after 4 long months! Have been blessed with writing inspiration lately so hopefully can get back to regular posting! I am participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge 's March challenge day 18 : awkard moments and using @wackydrabbles prompt 138 : the things I do for love. All the prompts will appear in bold. Hope y'all enjoy this one. Happy Reading! ♥️

"Clear as day!" Meera smiled looking up from the biopsy report. "Good job team, Kevin, how do we proceed now?"

"Chemo? Radiation therapy?" Kevin replied.

"I can get in and try to scrape off as much as possible," Harper cut in. 

"Yeah but you might scrape off a few good nerves as well."

"Who told you that chemo and radiation won't do that?"

Meera's gaze flits over to Tobias who seems mentally unavailable in the conversation and deep in concentration on his phone. 

"Dr. Carrick, am I keeping you from something? Or do you care to give us some food for our thoughts?" Meera says, resulting in complete silence in the room. 

Tobias looks up from his phone a little uneasy, "I think we should arrange a consult with oncology first and then go on from there." He paused, "but it doesn't matter because y'all should check your emails first," he passed his phone over to Meera. 

"Apparently the chief wants us to drop the case immediately," Harper said looking from her own phone. 

"Fuck the chief," Meera shakes her head gathers her things and prepares to leave.

"Well you do that literally…" Kevin stops mid sentence receiving a well known look from all his other teammates. 

"Harper, Tobias, talk with oncology and look into setting up a consult," Meera said. "Kevin, I want you with the patient's family and I want no paparazzi disturbing the hospital's work."

"But what about Ethan's orders?" Harper asked. 

"I'll deal with that, but just know that I am not giving up this case," Meera walked out of the room. 

"Well Ramsey is in danger," Tobias remarked. 

Meera stepped into the admin floor and went straight for Ethan's office. His assistant tried stopping her, but Meera was ready to tackle the middle aged woman to the ground if necessary. Lucky for both of them Margaret decided to step aside and let Meera in. 

"Dr. Ramsey, we need to talk," she said storming into his office. 

Ethan looked up from the presentation his visitors from a pharma company were displaying. "Dr. Ramsey-Bose, always a pleasure to have a word with you but I am in the middle of something right now," Ethan smiled teasingly gesturing to his surroundings. 

"I need to talk to you now!" 

"Okay give me ten minutes?"

"No."

"Five?"

"No."

"Fine," Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, "the things I do for love," he muttered under his breath, "gentlemen I am afraid we will have to continue this sometime later," Ethan shook the hands of the three men and showed them out of his office.

"Well now, how can I help you?" Ethan stood facing Meera, a little too close on purpose. 

Meera took two steps away from him to prevent herself from channeling her anger into something that would end up with their clothes on the floor. 

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"Like you are fucking innocent and you didn't send us the mail ordering us to drop the case."

Ethan went over to his desk and sat down, "take a seat Rookie, let's sit down, and calmly discuss this like adults okay?"

Meera looked at the visitor's chair skeptically, frowning at the distance Ethan's wide desk would put between them. She went over to Ethan's side, pushed everything aside from the desk, and made herself comfortable on the desk.

"Hey! That's weeks of my paperwork in there," Ethan exclaimed at the scattered paperwork and stationery.

"And this is months of my and my team's hardwork!"

"Look Rookie, you know how I felt about you taking this case from the very beginning. You knew how I couldn't stop thinking about what happened the last time a senator was admitted under the diagnostic team."

Meera rolled her eyes, "that was half a decade ago!"

"Yet is there any guarantee that history won't repeat itself? I can't bring myself to think about living a moment with a plastic barrier between you and me or living with the thought that I might lose you."

"So this is all about you? All about what you want, what you can and what you can't? And I am just a puppet in your play? You didn't even stop to think what I wanted?"

"You said you wanted to solve the mystery, and given the competence of you and your team I knew the diagnosis won't take much time and now when we have a diagnosis…'

"Wait a minute, how did you even know that we had an answer? I myself saw the biopsy report just a few minutes back."

"I am the chief of medicine Rookie, I have eyes and ears in every corner of my hospital."

"Ofcourse you do," Meera muttered shaking her head. 

"Look Meera," Ethan took Meera's hand in his, " I don't want to tempt fate, I knew if the senator wanted answers for his mystery illness he could only receive it here. And we have answers, but we don't necessarily have to treat him. The man has money, there are lots of leading oncology hospitals who will welcome him. It just doesn't have to be you or us or Edenbrook."

Meera lets out a long sigh retrieving her hand from her husband's she begins, "the man is diagnosed with stage three metastatic brain cancer, which has spread from his brain to his spinal cord and maybe to his nerves and neurons as well. Yes there are a lot of leading oncology hospitals and a lot of leading neurology hospitals all over the world but you and I both know that none of the hospitals have equal strength over both the departments. No hospital can put Dr. Harper Emery and Dr. George McAllister on one team."

Meera gets down from the desk, Ethan unable to meet her gaze. 

"I understand you are trying to protect me, you are trying to do your part, but you are not doing it right. Put up more security, have the police, fire department and bomb squad on your speed dial, heck start reasearch for unknown toxins already do whatever you need to do on your part and let me do my part." Meera completes with a humourless smile and strides out of her husband's office, Ethan still unable to look upto his wife's retreating figure. 

"Dr. McAllister please…" Tobias stops midway as Meera enters the conference room. "Any luck?" she asked.

"Dr. McAllister doesn't want to disobey the Chief's order," Harper puts down her head, dejected. 

"Look Dr. Bose, I am as intrigued as you are but this is going to be a huge surgery not to mention a huge deal for the hospital as well, if I don't get everybody on the same page, it'll be difficult. So tell me the chief changed his mind and I am yours," Dr. McAllister looked upto Meera. 

Meera looked at the eyes of all the three doctors, everyone hoping for a positive answer.

She cleared her throat, "the chief actually… did n…"

"... did change his mind," Ethan interrupts, completing Meera's sentence. He went ahead and shook hands with all three of the doctors, finally extending his hand to Meera. Still not being able to believe what happened just now Meera shakes his hand. "Don't cry now," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper, so that only she could hear. 

"Dr. McAllister, Dr. Emery, whatever you need, any resources, any equipments, I am your guy. The diagnostic team will look over the progress and the paperwork of the case. I want y'all to make a small core team of nurses, interns and residents who will be involved in the case. The senator will be shifted to the farthest east wing of the hospital. There will be guards posted in front of his cabin, a metal detector will also be put up, the only visitors allowed will be his family. The core team will be on a toxin screening and closely monitored to prevent any accidents."

"Thank you Dr. Ramsey," Tobias said, smiling genuinely. 

"The pleasures all mine, now get to work people," Ethan grinned before leaving the room. 

"You heard the man, get to work and I will be right back," Meera said, unable to stop smiling. 

Meera jogged upto Ethan and pulled him into a supply closet. 

"Damn Bose, I think smooth was my middle name," Ethan said, locking the door behind him.

"No smartass is your first, middle and last name," Meera said, capturing Ethan's lips and deepening the kiss. "I am sorry."

"No, if anyone should apologise it has to be me Rookie, I was way out of line."

"That you were," Meera grinned.

"And you know what is the best way to apologise? Sex."

"There is a patient dying! Come back to your senses Ethan," Meera smacked his shoulder.

"Okay give me ten minutes?"

"No."

"Five?"

Meera looked at him confused. 

"Oh believe me five is enough to make your toes curl," Ethan said. 

"No!" Meera stepped away, "Listen, let me just frame out a treatment plan and then I'll come find you in your office," Meera placed her lips on Ethan's, sealing the deal with a kiss. "I'll be right back."

"Rookie," Ethan stopped her at the doorway, "just don't hurt yourself again."

Meera looked at the genuine concern all over Ethan's face, "you got it," she smiled walking out. 

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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[beachy--head]

prompt: japril friendship in season 8 where jackson is an affectionate drunk and april tries to take care of him while he’s pestering her 😭

This one kind of took a mind of its own, oops.

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Jackson is funny, smart, kind. Jackson is cool and collected in any situation. Jackson is the best friend she's ever had.

Jackson is also the most annoying drunk there is.

"Oh, oh, sometiiiiimes I get a good feeling, yeah! I get a feeling that I never never never NEVER had before, no no!"

He's also currently giving their neighbours a free concert, and while it was funny for a while (she took pictures and videos, because she wouldn't be a good friend if she didn't take the opportunity to get some blackmailing material), now she's just trying to take him home so he can sober up in peace. Which is easier said than done.

"Okay Jackson. I'm going to need you to get inside now, buddy."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Don't wanna."

"Yes wanna."

"You have to say please."

She sighs.

"Please, Jackson, can you do me the honor of getting through this door and using your inside voice, so we can get to our appartment and sleep this off?"

His face almost splits in half, that's how hard he grins, and his eyes are so green it's almost unsettling.

"April!! I think I'm drunk."

"What tipped you off?"

He makes a vague hand gesture before shuffling towards her.

"I'm drunk, but I can still tell you're being a smartass."

"Drunk AND smart. Lucky you."

He sticks his tongue at her and walks past her inside the building, stopping at the bottom of the stairs (because of course, they live on the third floor and don't have an elevator). She has to wrap his arm across the shoulder and hers across his waist to help him, and they start climbing, slowly (but not too surely). After a while (and a few more nonsensical remarks from Jackson), they finally walk to their doorstep, and she's looking for her keys in her bag when he starts whispering.

"You know, everyone wants me for my name, or my money, or, or to try to make older plastic surgeons jealous... But not you."

She stops to look at him. His eyes are closed, and his face is more relaxed that she's ever seen.

"Because you know me, and then you decided to like me. You're my besti... better... bestest friend."

They all spend so much time at work that it makes it impossible not to know each other inside out. How else would she have picked upon the fact that Meredith had to switch shampoo because Zola didn't like it the coconut-flavored one, that Cristina hates pineapple but still eats fruit salads in the cafeteria, or that Alex still avoids passing by the oncology ward if he can help it? But it's different with Jackson, because not only do they work together, they also willingly spend most of their free time together, and genuinely enjoy it.

"Psst. Hey! April."

"Yes, Jackson?"

"I never had a best friend like you."

She can't help but smile, because Jackson doesn't do feelings or friendship confessions, even drunk, and because it's good to have a best friend that cares, maybe that cares as much as she does.

"Me neither."

"I love you, Kepner."

"I know. I'm the bestest. And I love you. But I'd love you more if you'd walk by yourself, because you're heavy, Avery."

She's rewarded by a carefree laugh and a shoulder squeeze, and she wonders if he'll remember it tomorrow, and if she'll be able one day to see him this untroubled and this free when he's sober.

[paintedscales]

New to town, Estinien and his partner Digimon, Gonetomon, make the unexpected discovery of another Digimon in the area. This unknown Digimon flees from them almost immediately, causing Estinien and Gonetomon to chase after it. What they end up discovering dredges up old memories that cause a heavy ache to the heart, but also is the start of a new, lasting friendship.

Word Count: 2,117

It started with a stare. Confusion was evident on the teens's face as he beheld the small, blue Digimon that carried a grocery bag of goodies within its paws. The Digimon stared back at him, aquamarine eyes wide as it then stared past him at the Digimon that rode upon the boy's shoulder. The other Digimon glowered, huffing as its red eyes narrowed in response.

“Eep!”  The blue Digimon flapped the feathered wings on its head as it reaffirmed its grasp upon the bag. It darted through the sky, flying higher and higher, almost clumsily.

“Hey, wait!” the boy called out, furrowing his brow. He ran after it, watching where it was going carefully. He also had to be mindful of running into anyone on the sidewalks while he pursued the unknown Digimon. After all, with the new laws in place all over Europe, partner Digimon that were not with their humans were strictly forbidden. Judging by the bag it carried, it likely had a partner somewhere that it was going back to.

Shrugging the purple, dinosaur-like Digimon from his person to lighten his load, the boy continued his pursuit. Eventually, the boy and his Digimon stopped their running when they saw the smaller Digimon flit in through an open window that belonged to a hospital. The boy could only furrow his brow in thought.

Was it any of his business to check in on someone he had no knowledge of? Even if they, like him, were Digidestined?

“Shall we pursue them further, Estinien?” came the gravelly question from the boy's partner Digimon. He gazed up at Estinien, awaiting an answer with that self same serious gaze upon his face.

“... Do you think we should, Gonetomon?” Estinien asked, his frown creasing before he pulled out a hair tie from his pocket and tied his silver hair back.

Gonetomon let out a sigh that sounded like a contemplative growl. “After what happened recently at the museum, it wouldn't hurt. Especially if it intends trouble.”

“I don't think it does… But I'd like to meet its partner if it has one…” Estinien said, steeling himself for what he would even say once he entered into the reception. “Getting to know the other Digidestined in the area since moving out of Wales would do us some good.”

“Then go. I'll be behind you,” Gonetomon urged.

Both of them headed into the hospital, cool air greeting them from the muggy summertime heat. Making his way down the paths and halls, Estinien eventually found a map and trailed his finger across it. His fingers trailed the map until it reached the oncology ward. In his mind, he replayed the Digimon flying off into the window, mentally mapping it all out.

“Floor four…and this looks like the right area if I'm remembering where it flew correctly…” Estinien muttered to himself. “Oncology?”

He knew the word. Cancer was something he had a history with -- it was something that took his mother from him and his younger brother.

Estinien lingered, his hand slowly falling back to his side.

The hesitation was not missed by Gonetomon.

“Something troubling you?”

Estinien snapped himself out of his thoughts after Gonetomon spoke. He shook his head. “No, it's fine. C'mon. We'll find an elevator and get to the fourth floor.”

When they got to the floor, Estinien walked in relative silence, Gonetomon alert at his side. One of them had to be, after all, and Gonetomon had taken notice of Estinien’s distant gaze since they ventured away from the map. The two of them got to the oncology ward, and Estinien felt his heart starting to throb more noticeably in his chest. They approached the circular nurse's station, a half hearted wave being made to the nurse that noticed them.

“Visiting?” the nurse asked. The tiredness was evident in her eyes and voice.

“Yes… There's a patient here. With a Digimon?” Estinien said, keeping his words to the point so he hopefully did not have to elaborate too much. The most he did was motion toward Gonetomon for emphasis. “We know each other.”

The nurse quirked a brow.

“I see…” the nurse then stood up, straightening papers momentarily before setting them aside. “Sure. As long as you two don't cause trouble, you can go see Nomin.”

“Trouble's the last thing we want…” Estinien replied, watching the nurse before glancing down at his partner Digimon. Gonetomon huffed in agreement. The nurse cast a glance between the two of them, and they were then made to follow along after her.

Estinien and Gonetomon were led to a room at the end of the hallway.

‘Farthest room from the rest of the hospital noises at least…’ Estinien thought to himself as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He and Gonetomon were asked to stay outside for a moment while the nurse checked in on Nomin. When she came back out, Estinien and Gonetomon were allowed inside.

On the hospital bed was a girl -- roughly his age. Her skin tone was darker, and her hair was just as striking as his own; light blue and pulled into a loose braid that hung over her shoulder. Though, perhaps it was a wig? Estinien had no idea how long Nomin had been hospitalized, after all.

Over her face Nomin wore a white medical mask. When the door closed she looked in Estinien’s direction, her expression bright for a moment. Her expression fell, showing clear confusion for why she had an unknown visitor in her room. It was possible Nomin was expecting someone else -- a different Digidestined who was a friend of hers.

“Do…I know you?” Nomin slowly asked, her voice tinged with some level of fatigue.

Estinien certainty could not blame her. After all, she had an intravenous drip feeding into one of her arms, and another that was attached to what he assumed was a line that fed into a catheter that ran directly into her heart. He remembered his mother looking like this once upon a time.

“... N-no…” Estinien finally replied. “Sorry, I…”

“Eep! That's him! He's the one with the scary Digimon!” the voice of the blue Digimon was unmistakable after having heard its yelp earlier. The blue Digimon flew onto Nomin’s lap, its stance turning defensive. “I'll protect you, though, Nomin!”

“I'm not here for trouble,” Estinien said, brow furrowing once more. “I haven't seen another Digidestined around these parts. I moved here recently, and when I saw your partner Digimon, I was curious. That's all.”

“If we were to cause trouble, it wouldn't be at a hospital,” Gonetomon said, his voice settling into its natural growl.

Nomin considered their words, soon leaning back into her hospital bed. She slowly motioned toward a chair that was in the room. Estinien accepted this invitation, seating himself within it. Gonetomon walked over to the chair as well, crawling up onto the back of it to perch himself.

“I'd introduce you to the others if I could on short notice…” Nomin replied. She scoffed from beneath her mask. “Some of them are on vacation in Germany or overseas while I’ve been here undergoing my chemotherapy… So…it's just been my siblings coming in sometimes to visit. At least I've had Teiamon to keep me company and bring me back some stuff from home.”

“Teiamon…” Estinien repeated the name. He then looked at Teiamon. “We…didn't mean to cause you distress.”

“Hmph…!” Teiamon curled up on Nomin's lap, keeping an eye on both Estinien and Gonetomon before she finally looked back up at her partner. “Are you feeling awake enough for company, Nomin? Truly?”

Nomin managed a nod before adjusting herself in the bed. She gave Estinien and Gonetomon her full attention, leaning forward slightly.

“Who are you?” Nomin finally asked.

Estinien introduced himself and Gonetomon. He then showed off his Digivice -- an older model than Nomin's that fit comfortably in the palm of his hand. She reached for her own on the bedside table, its form looking sort of like a walkie-talkie. Nomin managed to crack a smile underneath her mask as they talked about meeting their Digimon for the first time -- their Digimon even piping up with their side of the experience!

“When Nomin and I met, it was such a magical moment!” Teiamon happily chirped, fluttering up and spiraling with joy. “When I saw her, I just knew she was my partner! The one who holds the Crest of Light!”

Nomin smiled softly in Teiamon's direction. “You also stole all of my food at the time, you little rascal…”

“It was delicious!” Teiamon trilled without a hint of remorse.

The sight before him caused Estinien to smile only slightly. It was at least heartwarming to see the two of them in good spirits despite everything. Lifting a hand, he gently placed it upon Gonetomon’s head as a form of reassurance for their partnership.

“Gonetomon nearly torched my trousers,” Estinien recalled. “I don't think he was half as pleased to meet me as it seems like Teiamon was to meet you. I think he really was my first test that helped prove I was the holder of the Crest of Courage.”

“You seemed like a threat,” Gonetomon replied, justifying his actions of the time. “When we first met, you seemed more ready to fight than you were to talk. So if it was a fight you wanted, I was going to give it to you.”

Nomin giggled before falling into a light coughing fit. Teiamon was quick to offer her reassuring presence as she nuzzled in close with a worried look on her face. However, Nomin managed to calm herself, a sigh soon leaving her lips. Regulating her breathing, she then reached for her phone that was sitting on the bed with her.

“I think…it may be time for me to sleep soon. But…” Nomin held up her phone. “I had a lot of fun with you being here. I'm glad your curiosity brought you here. And I'm glad I got to meet another Digidestined. The other Digidestined will probably be really happy to meet you when they’re back from vacation.”

Nomin held out her phone after unlocking it.

“It would be nice…if you stopped by again some time…” Nomin said. “B-but…if you don't want to exchange numbers, I'd understand.”

Both Teiamon and Gonetomon glanced between Estinien and Nomin. Eventually, Estinien pulled out his own phone, unlocking it as well to hand it off to Nomin. From there, the two of them exchanged contact information before returning the phones to their respective owners.

“Right, so…” Estinien started, looking down at his phone with Nomin’s new information in it. “I'll text you just to make sure?”

“Oh! Sure,” Nomin replied, looking down at her phone to do the same. With their texts out and confirmed, Estinien got up from the chair and shuffled awkwardly.

“I'll, uh… I can come back to visit, if you want…” Estinien offered.

“Text me first if you have plans… I might have to go into radiology, or get an ultrasound to check my lymph nodes or other areas of interest,” Nomin informed, thinking about the processes she had been through up to that point.

“Yeah, of course. I hope you don't need to, but I get it,” Estinien replied before turning toward the door. Gonetomon hopped off the back of the chair to follow along after him as they made their way to exit the room.

“Estinien!” Nomin called, making him pause and look back at her. He saw the smile reflected in her eyes. “It was nice to meet you and Gonetomon.”

Estinien’s brow rose before his expression softened slightly. “Same to you and Teiamon,” Estinien replied. He allowed the smile to form on his lips before he and Gonetomon waved goodbye and left the room. Closing the door behind him, Estinien shoved his hands into his pockets, expression falling somewhat now that he was out of Nomin’s immediate presence.

Again, this was something that did not go unnoticed by Gonetomon.

“... You feel sorry for her?” Gonetomon quietly asked.

“Sorry that she has to go through this…” Estinien replied.

“... One who carries the Crest of Light will not so easily succumb to despair. I'm certain that she will pull through,” Gonetomon said with a nod. “After all, Ysayle did a good job at that herself as a fellow Digidestined that held the Crest of Light.”

“Yeah… She sure was good at that, wasn't she…” Estinien said, thinking back on the group of Digidestined he was part of back where he was from. He then let out a small sigh, looking down at Gonetomon. “I guess Nomin’s a fellow Digidestined to look out for now. So that's what we'll do.”

WoLstinien Week 2024 :: Day 3 :: Alternate Universe

Nothing super planned or thought out. I've been watching Digimon Adventure Tri streaming on TokuSHOUTsu, and I just wanted to draw them in the style of with very loose ideas of if I did imagine them for the universe.