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Determination chairs for urology, gynecology and urodynamic diagnostics

As a medical professional, you understand the importance of having the right equipment in your practice. From diagnosis to treatment, the quality of the tools you use can make a huge difference in the care you provide to your patients. That's why Sonesta is such a popular choice among medical professionals - they combine Swedish quality with premium comfort and flexibility to provide versatile procedure and examination chairs that guarantee high quality.

At Sonesta, quality is at the forefront of everything they do. They use only the highest quality materials and components to ensure that their chairs are built to last. They also prioritize functionality and usability, with features like adjustable height, tilt, and backrest positions that allow for maximum comfort and flexibility during procedures and examinations.

But quality isn't the only thing that sets Sonesta apart - they also prioritize comfort. Their chairs are designed with plush padding and ergonomic contours that help patients feel at ease during procedures and examinations. This not only improves patient satisfaction, but can also lead to better outcomes and increased referrals for your practice.

Another key benefit of Sonesta chairs is their versatility. Whether you're a dentist, dermatologist, or any other type of medical professional, their chairs can be used for a wide range of procedures and examinations. This can help streamline your practice and reduce the need for multiple pieces of equipment, saving you time and money in the long run.

But don't just take our word for it - Sonesta chairs have been praised by medical professionals around the world. One dentist described them as "the most comfortable and versatile chairs I've ever used", while a dermatologist praised their "unbeatable combination of quality and functionality".

So, if you're in the market for new procedure or examination chairs, consider Sonesta. With their combination of Swedish quality, premium comfort, and flexibility, you can be sure that you're providing your patients with the best possible care.

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Greer Garson - The Duchess

Eileen Evelyn Greer Garson (born in Manor Park, Essex on September 29, 1904) was a British-American actress. Her air of controlled maturity and understated elegance lent to her being referred to as "The Duchess."

She graduated with a B.A. with honors in English in 1926 at King's College London and did postgraduate work and studied French theater at the University of Grenoble in 1927. Starting out later as an actress, her early professional appearances were on stage, starting at Birmingham Repertory Theatre.

Louis B. Mayer discovered Garson while in London looking for new talent. In 1937, Garson signed with MGM, where she became a major box-office star. Her portrayal of strong women brought her critical acclaim, earning Oscar nods in films such as Mrs. Miniver (1942) and  The Valley of Decision (1945).

She only made a few films after her contract expired, but continued to appear on television. In 1967, she retired at Forked Lightning Ranch in New Mexico and focused on philanthropic interests.

She lived her final years in a penthouse suite at the Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital in Dallas, where she died from heart failure at 91.

Legacy:

Is the fourth most-nominated woman for the Best Actress Oscar, with seven, including a record-tying five consecutive nominations (1941–1945)

Won the Academy Awards: Best Actress for Mrs. Miniver (1942)

Won the Golden Globe Best Actress for Sunrise at Campobello (1960)

Awarded Best Acting by the National Board Review for Pride and Prejudice (1940), Mrs. Miniver (1942), and Sunrise at Campobello (1960)

Listed by the Motion Picture Herald as one of America's top-10 box office draws from 1942 to 1946

Won Best Actress for Random Harvest (1941) from the 1944 Picturegoer Awards

Awarded Most Popular Female Star by Photoplay Awards in 1945 and 1946

Honored with the Neiman Marcus Fashion Award in 1961

Donated land and money to the Department of the Interior to protect ruins in 1966

Awarded the Golden Gavel by Toastmasters International

Honored as one of the Woman of the Year by the Los Angeles Times in 1968

Received an honorary degree from the Cleveland Institute of Music in 1973

Presented by the American-Scottish Foundation with the William Wallace Award in 1977

Granted an honorary doctorate in 1977 from Ulster University for her endowments of the Greer Garson Film Award and Gree Garson Theatre Award

Established the Greer Garson Theatre Center in 1985 and Greer Garson Communications Center and Studios in 1989 in Santa Fe

Awarded the Conservation Service Award by the Department of Interior in 1981

Set up the endowment for the E. E. Fogelson and Greer Garson Fogelson Distinguished Chair in Urology at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical School and the Greer Garson and E.E. Fogelson Distinguished Chair in Medical Research at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center in 1982

Funded the E. E. Fogelson Visitor Center at Pecos National Historical Park in 1987

Honored with an Award for Excellence and Achievement in the Arts by the Governor of New Mexico in 1987

Received the Golda Meir Fellowship Award of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem in 1988

Set up the Fogelson Forum at Texas Christian University in 1990

Received an honorary doctorate and the Medal of Distinction from SMU Meadow School of the Arts in 1991

Presented with the TACA Silver Cup Award in 1991

Has been the namesake for the Texas Health Presbyterian's annual fundraising event, the Greer Garson Gala, since 1992

Established the Greer Garson Theatre at the Southern Methodist University Meadow School of the Arts in 1992

Appointed by Queen Elizabeth II as Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE) in 1993

Set up the E.E. Fogelson and Greer Garson Fogelson Charitable Foundation in 1996, with numerous philanthropic interests in the arts, education, environment, and medicine

Donated personal memorabilia as part of the Greer Garson Collection in the SMU Bywaters archival collection

Honored as Turner Classic Movies Star of the Month for March 2013

Inducted in the Online Film and Television Association Hall of Fame in 2014

Has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1651 Vine Street for motion picture

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SEMIHIATUS

Sept 17, 2024 — Hi. I’ve been gone awhile. Here’s why:

[ This story includes information related to cancer, terminal illness, injury, death, grief, depression, and suicide. Proceed with caution. ]

In late 2019 my Dad took the first steps to finding out why his left hip hurt so much. In early 2020 it was decided that he had severe arthritis and he was scheduled in to start physiotherapy to help manage his pain. Then the COVID lockdowns happened and his physiotherapy had to be postponed.

He was finally able to see a physiotherapist once the world started up again. They gave him an x-ray which showed a shadow in his groin. He was swiftly booked in for an appointment at the urology unit. They diagnosed him with stage 4 prostate cancer.

Fast forward to mid-2022. Dad had been having an injection of sorts to help keep his cancer under control. Even stage 4 prostate cancer can be controlled enough to give people up to 8 years longer — most people with prostate cancer simply die with the cancer, not from it. He had his left hip replaced.

By late 2022 he had developed an even worse pain in his right hip. He was whisked off to hospital for an x-ray. His right hip was shattered. The ball part of the joint had burst through the socket. The doctors said it looked like he’d either fallen from a building or been hit by a bus. He had been unable to walk more than a few steps for weeks, and was just sitting in his chair all the time. He remained in hospital for a month, getting poked and prodded and forgotten about. It was decided that they couldn’t do anything for his hip — another replacement wouldn’t work because there was no bone at all to attach the replacement onto.

He came home and was bed-bound with his right leg in traction to try to gently pull it back out of the shattered socket.

Early 2023. Dad’s pain became unmanageable and he was taken back into hospital for another month. He was diagnosed and undiagnosed then rediagnosed with various ailments. Eventually, after having to ask practically every member of staff there, we were told that Dad had a very rare bone cancer that was dissolving his bones. He no longer had any bone in his right hip, and it was spreading down his leg. They gave him a prognosis of mere weeks.

So now the poor man had primary stage 4 prostate cancer and primary terminal bone cancer.

September 21st 2023 at 11am, Dad died at home in his bed. The bone cancer had infected his blood and he died from sepsis.

My sisters are all married and live outside of the family home, but I still lived with Mum and Dad. Mum was devastated by losing Dad. I watched, helpless, as the grief consumed her. She developed agoraphobia. She had literally hundreds of photos of Dad hung up around the house — on the walls, the doors, the fridge, printed on cushion covers and blankets — the photos had originally brought her comfort, but eventually they caused her to have immeasurable sadness. She couldn’t talk or think about anything but Dad. She spent a huge majority of her time writing a sort of diary of their early relationship.

November 28th 2023 at 10pm, I said “see you in the morning” to Mum. She said “okay” and I went to bed.

November 29th 2023 at 6:59am, I woke up. Mum had died by suicide in the night. Nine weeks and six days after Dad had died.

By Christmas I was evicted from our home. I’ve been staying in my sister’s dining room ever since.

I have depression, anxiety, and PTSD.

So that’s the story of why I’ve been barely-here for the past year.

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General Dr. Jackson L. Davis III, M.D. (August 11, 1944 - April 15, 2024) was a retired Brigadier General in the Air National Guard. He was assistant to the command surgeon, Air Mobility Command, at Scott Air Force Base. He served as the senior medical Air National Guard adviser to the command surgeon of the Air Mobility Command and provided medical liaison between the active Air Force and the Air National Guard.

He was born in DC. He attended Howard University. He was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the Air Force upon completion of the Reserve Officer Training Corps. He received his MD from Howard University College of Medicine and performed his Internship at Freedmen’s Hospital. He began his military career as a general medical officer, at Bolling Air Force Base. He became a flight medical officer and clinic commander at, the Air Force Clinic, Tainan Air Base. His last active duty assignment was as chief, of aeromedical services, at Malcolm Grow Medical Center, Andrews Air Force Base. He performed his Urology Residency at Howard University Hospital.

As a former Chief Flight Surgeon in the ANG, he has 800+ flight hours on aircraft such as the F-4, KC-135A, P-3, C-130, C-141A, C-9, C-21A, and C-22. Some of his major assignments include Squadron Flight Surgeon, at Andrews Air Force Base; Hospital Commander, at 910th Tactical Hospital; Hospital Commander, at 113th Tactical Hospital, Andrews Air Force Base; State Air Surgeon at headquarters, District of Columbia Air National Guard; Air National Guard Assistant to the Command Surgeon, Air Mobility Command, Scott Air Force Base. He received the Meritorious Service Medal with two oak leaf clusters, Air Force Commendation Medal with one oak leaf cluster, Air Force Outstanding Unit Award, and Air Force Organizational Excellence Award with one oak leaf cluster.

He married Nadine E. Journiette-Davis. They had two children. He is an active member of the National Medical Association where he has served as past Chair of the Aerospace Military Medicine and Urology Sections.

He retired from the Air Force (2001). #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Ask a doctor: ‘Can I be dehydrated even if I’m not thirsty?’

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Ask a doctor: ‘Can I be dehydrated even if I’m not thirsty?’

While dehydration is often associated with being thirsty, that’s not the only warning sign our bodies share with us.The condition can occur when you use or lose more fluid than you take in, which can impact the body’s ability to perform its normal functions, say experts.The body loses fluids and water through sweating and urination, according to Cleveland Clinic.HATE WATER? HERE ARE 5 HEALTHY ALTERNATIVES, ACCORDING TO AN NFL SPORTS DIETITIAN”In warm and hot weather in particular, your body loses water and fluid faster,” Mike Sevilla, M.D., a family physician with Salem Family Care in Salem, Ohio, told Fox News Digital.”If these fluids are not replaced, the body becomes dehydrated.”Although anyone can become dehydrated, it can be especially dangerous for vulnerable groups, such as young children and the elderly.HERE ARE THE DRINKS YOU SHOULD HAVE ON A FLIGHT TO PREVENT DEHYDRATION — AND WHAT YOU SHOULDN’T Doctors shared with Fox News Digital some of the signs of dehydration that go beyond thirst.It may come as a surprise that excessive sweating could be an indicator of dehydration. Water is lost when you sweat, so if you’re engaging in vigorous activity and don’t replace fluids, you can become dehydrated, according to Mayo Clinic’s website.”In heat and humidity, we lose more water in the form of perspiration, which is what triggers the body to tell the brain that it needs water and the actual feeling of thirst,” Lauren Fine, M.D., a board-certified dermatologist with Fine Dermatology in Chicago, told Fox News Digital.Illness is an often overlooked cause of dehydration. With excessive vomiting or diarrhea, the body can quickly become depleted of fluids — especially with younger people and older adults, Sevilla said. NEED MORE WATER INTAKE? THESE 4 FOODS CAN HELP YOU STAY HYDRATED ON HOT SUMMER DAYS”Having a fever or an infection can also lead to dehydration, because fever can cause you to sweat and thereby lose fluid,” he cautioned. One of the initial signs of dehydration is fatigue. “People usually ignore this symptom, thinking that they are just tired,” Sevilla said — but it can progress to dizziness and lightheadedness.To combat fatigue, he recommends consuming beverages with electrolytes to boost energy levels.If your urine is amber- or honey-colored, or dark orange, this may indicate that your body isn’t getting enough water, according to Health.com. “If you’re dehydrated and are holding onto more of the actual water itself, the urine will become darker and darker,” Michael A Palese, M.D., chair of the Department of Urology at Mount Sinai in New York, told Health.com. Dehydrated skin can look dull and dry, and can also show premature signs of aging, such as surface wrinkles. “Skin cells need water to survive,” said Fine.To keep the skin hydrated, she recommends drinking water while working out, reducing intake of coffee and other caffeinated beverages, and eating more fruits, vegetables and legumes.The longer dehydration continues without intake of sufficient fluids, the worse the symptoms become, according to Sevilla. CLICK HERE TO SIGN UP FOR OUR HEALTH NEWSLETTERSevere dehydration leads to dizziness, confusion, increased heart rate and low blood pressure, the physician said.”The more severe the case of dehydration is, the more difficult it is for people to drink enough fluid to help the situation,” he said. In cases of severe hydration, the person may need to visit the hospital or emergency department to receive fluids via IV.For more Health articles, visit www.foxnews/healthBoth doctors emphasized the importance of being proactive and drinking water or electrolyte-containing fluids before exercising or playing sports.

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Pediatric Urologist

Dr. Antoine Khoury is a pediatric urologist and Professor of Urology at the University of California, Irvine (UCI). He is the Chief of Pediatric Urology and leads the Children’s Hospital of Orange County (CHOC) Children’s Urology Center. Additionally, Dr. Khoury is the Walter R. Schmid Endowed Chair in Pediatric Urology at UCI. He is fluent in both French and Arabic.

At the CHOC Children’s Urology Center, Dr. Khoury participates in several ongoing clinical research projects with the ultimate goal of providing patients and their families with the most current, innovative, and research-based diagnostics and care. His role as a bladder, ureter and kidney specialist in Orange County, CA is a vital piece of the CHOC Children’s Urology Center team.

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Best Doctor for Urology in Jaipur – Dr. Ravi Gupta

Are you seeking a top urologist in Jaipur who is known for advanced care and compassion? Dr. Ravi Gupta is your guy. He brings a wealth of experience and a strong background in urology and renal transplant surgery. Patients praise his exceptional care and attention, leading to high satisfaction.

Dr. Gupta studied at Jaipur's esteemed SMS Medical College and later honed his skills at the Royal College of Surgeons in Edinburgh. With more than 20 years in urology, he's done over 14,000 procedures. This rich experience makes him a leading figure in Jaipur's urological field.

He has a knack for handling difficult cases in sectors like renal transplant, uro-oncology, and more. Dr. Gupta's dedication to tailor-made patient care and his kind approach makes him outstanding.

Dr. Ravi Gupta's work in urology has won him many awards and memberships in medical societies. This underlines his commitment to excellence in his work and patient well-being.

Key Takeaways:

Dr. Ravi Gupta is a highly experienced urologist in Jaipur, specializing in various urological procedures.

He has an impressive educational background and has received recognition for his contributions to the field.

Dr. Gupta practices at Eternal Hospital in Jaipur and offers advanced treatments with compassion.

His expertise includes renal transplant, uro-oncology, endo urology, open and laparoscopic urology, and reconstructive urology.

Choose Dr. Ravi Gupta for exceptional urological care in Jaipur.

Services Offered by Dr. Ravi Gupta

Treatment of Kidney Stones

Dr. Ravi Gupta is a top expert in treating kidney stones. He uses laser tech to smash stones, which is easy on patients. This method means less pain and you get better quicker.

Laparoscopic Urology Procedures

Dr. Ravi Gupta does surgeries using tiny cuts, not big ones. This way, you hurt less after and you get back to your normal life sooner. It's all thanks to cameras and special tools.

Treatment for Prostate Enlargement

Does your prostate cause you trouble? Dr. Ravi Gupta has good ways to help. With TURP, he trims the extra prostate tissue from the inside. This makes your life better by fixing pee problems.

Endourology Treatment

Dr. Ravi Gupta is great with special tools that go inside to cure problems in the tube that carries pee. This new way of treating things means you don't need big cuts. You feel better with his care.

Create an image inspired by Dr. Ravi Gupta's endourology treatment showcasing a patient receiving a non-invasive procedure to treat urological issues. The image should depict the patient comfortably reclining on a medical chair while the doctor administers state-of-the-art technology to target the source of the problem. Use bright colors to highlight the intricate machinery and create a sense of precision and care. Show the doctor's expertise and attentiveness in his demeanor as he expertly operates the equipment. The patient should have a relaxed facial expression, indicating that they are receiving top-quality care in a calming environment.

Dr. Ravi Gupta is also very good with kidney transplants and cancer in the waterworks. He's all about giving great care using the latest stuff in urology. This means the best results for his patients.

Treatment Option

Benefits

Kidney Stone Treatment

Minimally invasive, faster recovery

Laparoscopic Urology Procedures

Less discomfort, shorter hospital stays

Treatment for Prostate Enlargement

Relief from urinary symptoms, improved quality of life

Endourology Treatment

Precise and minimally invasive

Importance of Regular Urological Check-ups

Seeing a urologist often is key to good urological health. Dr. Ravi Gupta stresses catching and treating issues early. Regular check-ups mean problems are found soon, making treatment easier.

Spotting urological issues early is crucial for better healing. Checking in regularly helps doctors see your urological health overall. Tests can catch things like prostate cancer early, helping you avoid serious illness.

Having care that fits you is vital if you have urological issues. Dr. Ravi Gupta: Best Urologist In Jaipur likes to make care plans that match your specific situation. This makes your treatment more likely to work well.

Living healthily is part of keeping your urological health in check. Doing things like drinking water and not smoking can help you avoid kidney or bladder cancer. This keeps you feeling well and free from future health troubles.

FAQ

What is Dr. Ravi Gupta's area of expertise?

Dr. Ravi Gupta focuses on urology and renal transplant surgery.

How long has Dr. Ravi Gupta been practicing in the field?

He has been in the field for more than 20 years.

What services does Dr. Ravi Gupta offer?

He provides many urological services. This includes treating kidney stones and urological oncology cases. He also touches on areas like laparoscopic urology and prostate enlargement treatments.

What are some of the advanced treatments offered by Dr. Ravi Gupta?

Dr. Ravi Gupta uses top technologies. For example, he employs laser treatment for kidney stones and laparoscopic surgeries for urological issues.

Why are regular urological check-ups important?

Seeing a urologist regularly, like Dr. Ravi Gupta, catches problems early. This means earlier, tailored treatment.

What lifestyle factors should individuals consider to maintain good urological health?

Drinking enough water is crucial, according to Dr. Ravi Gupta. Also, cut down on salt, limit alcohol and caffeine, and quit smoking. These steps can help avoid urological problems.

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Female Urology

Dr. Ghoniem is a Female Urology specialist and Pelvic Reconstructive Surgery specialist. He also specializes in Voiding Dysfunction. He currently serves as Professor and Vice-Chair at the UC Irvine Health School of Medicine Department of Urology and as the Chief of the Division of Female Urology and Voiding Dysfunction. He is also the Chief of Spinal Cord Urology for the VA Long Beach Healthcare System.

Dr. Ghoniem has been integral in introducing and improving diagnostic and surgical techniques in his field, including vaginal pack test, male sling, bladder neck wrap, transobturator technique, suburethral sling, and more. He is a highly-rated urologist in Orange County, CA.

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Jonathan I. Epstein - A Renowned Pathologist | MagCloud

Dr. Epstein has lectured in over 40 countries worldwide, and he has authored 21 books, contributing to 57 others. He is esteemed by his professional colleagues.

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The Top Benefits of VHC Health: Exceptional Women's Care

Finding a health provider is hard work. More than anything, we want a doctor who will believe us and help us find solutions when something doesn’t quite feel right. And while a compassionate provider is necessary at all times, it’s especially crucial throughout pregnancy as well as the postpartum stage. If you’ve been on the search for a network of doctors who will be there for any stage of your life, I would love to tell you about VHC Health. This hospital has some of the best professionals in nearly every specialty.   

About VHC Health

  Since it started in 1934, VHC has always had a knack for exceptional women’s care. Women’s clubs founded the hospital and started with a humble 100 beds. From there, the hospital expanded, adding more rooms, more specialties, and, of course, more doctors. Ninety years later, the hospital has continued to receive recognition for its commitment to excellence.  Newsweek recognized it as one of the best maternity hospitals in the nation in 2020, and U.S. News and World Report named it a top hospital in Virginia and Washington, DC. The hospital is a Mayo Clinic Care Network center and acts as the Official Women’s Health Partner of the Washington Commanders. You can find the hospital at 1701 N. George Mason Drive in Arlington.     Services At VHC Health, you’ll find general practitioners as well as specialists. The hospital offers allergists, dermatologists, radiologists, and infectious disease experts. VHC has created several self-designated Centers of Excellence, including cardiology, emergency, neuroscience, oncology, urology, and women and infant health.  The center boasts an impressive behavioral and mental health department, offering help for anxiety disorders, depression, and substance abuse disorders. Their surgical department uses the latest technology, including robotic surgery for minimally invasive procedures.    Specialty While VHC provides comprehensive healthcare, its women’s health department is especially fantastic. The gynecology department offers regular pap testing and exams, birth control, and treatment for menstrual disorders. Throughout your pregnancy, you’ll be able to find a provider who will match your family’s style perfectly. Whether you’d like to work with a certified nurse midwife for an unmedicated delivery or need a maternal-fetal medicine specialist for a high-risk pregnancy, they have the right person for you.  The hospital has gone out of its way to make it a comfortable spot for your delivery. You’ll be placed in your private suite, with access to helpful tools for medicated and unmedicated deliveries. Your support person will be close by with their cozy chairs or roomy couches. The hospital does offer a nursery if you need a break, but you can also choose to have your baby stay by your side as much as possible. Your care will not end following delivery. The center provides comprehensive postpartum care to give you a headstart on your recovery journey.   

VHC Health

  At VHC Health, you’ll have a long list of providers to help you take charge of your health. Check out the center today so you can be matched with a doctor who will make you feel like a priority.    If you’re currently creating your birth plan, I would love to be a part of it! I’m a motherhood photographer based in Northern Virginia, and I adore working with parents to capture every gorgeous memory of this stage. As a mom myself, I know how important it is to document every beautiful moment. If you’ve been considering booking maternity or newborn pictures, I would love to chat so you can decide if I’m the photographer for you. Contact me today to get the conversation started.   For more motherhood content, check out these blog posts: - Join A Warm & Nurturing Community at a Northern Virginia Daycare - Shop for Kids and Kids-at-Heart at Kinder Haus Toys in Arlington!   Read the full article

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Things that You Should Know about Physiotherapy Service

After an injury, physiotherapists are often called upon to help patients regain their physical abilities through a process known as Òrehabilitation.Ó Most people say they have completed and benefited from Bulk Billing Physiofollowing conditions such as traumas, muscle discomfort, neck pain, spinal difficulties, respiratory and cardiovascular diseases, and neurological illnesses. Post-injury care, urological issues, and musculoskeletal conditions.

The job of Physio Gold Coast extends much beyond the aforementioned, but these are a few of the areas where physiotherapy could be utilized as an adjunct to standard medical care.

It is administered in accordance with the patientÕs age, gender, and health status. Just a Physio Bundallwith the necessary knowledge and experience in the field should implement the therapy, which involves considering the aforementioned factors.

Orthopedic, cardiopulmonary, geriatric, pediatric, and neurological therapies are just a few examples of the many types of treatment available. What makes Best Massage On The Gold Coasteffective are: Continuous physical rehabilitation and exercise are essential to long-term health. Planning an appropriate course of therapy to sustain functional mobility The goal of this evaluation is to establish the patientÕs prognosis and guide subsequent treatment decisions.

This is an activity that chiropractors often prescribe, and it is often performed at a medical facility with the supervision of a Miami Physio. According to studies, a paralyzed patient has a chance at full recovery if the therapy is administered correctly and used to its full potential.

The treatment incorporates a wide variety of methods, including massage, infrared radiation, manual resistance training, and laser therapy. Some of these procedures can be performed with the use of mechanical & electrical instruments, while others can be accomplished with the application of heat, manual stimulation, ultrasound, or even ice.

In addition to the, therapists may also make use of chairs, workout balls, weights, and machines. However, most people now prefer the advanced techniques, which incorporate exercise or posture in a simpler fashion that does not involve any machines or massage, to the more conventional methods of rehabilitation, such as swimming therapy, huge rubber balls, and stair masters with rails.

Manual therapy refers to the practice of using oneÕs own hands to perform or adapt various therapeutic treatments. Rehabilitation is the final phase of treatment for those who have undergone therapy for injuries sustained in various settings, such as sports, assault, or automobile accidents.

Injuries can heal quickly and effectively if the most effective technique is employed in the therapy, but the patientÕs mentality is the single most important factor in his or her healing and recovery, since the patient must be focused and accepting of the procedure. For measuring and keeping track of muscle strength, the Oxford scale is utilized. Joint pain is one of the most common reasons to seek Dry Needlingphysiotherapy treatment, but it is not the only one.

Therefore, physiotherapists provide a crucial service in the world of sports by playing a significant role in both pain treatment and prevention.

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Why is the tip shaped like a mushroom-Unveiling the Mystery

Why is the tip shaped like a mushroom

Penises come in all sorts of sizes and shapes. One thing they all share in common, however, is their signature toadstool-shaped head known as the Glans. Penises tend to resemble all sorts of common mushrooms when seen from any angle.  What gives this effect, and why does its shape remind us of mushrooms?  Gordon Gallup Ph.D., an evolutionary psychologist from University at Albany in New York suggests that the resemblance of a mushroom on top of the penis evolved as an ideal form for scooping out male semen. A new man stands a greater chance at getting pregnant if his sexual relations with multiple people occurred quickly within her lifetime. "Human penises evolved with mushroom-shaped penises as an adaptation to female infidelity, Gallup states in his semen displacement hypothesis study released in 2003. Other scientists such as Todd Shackelford, Ph.D. chair of psychology at Oakland University Michigan also support this theory." "Gallup proposes that if a female was sexually inseminated by several different males within minutes and each successive male could harvest or remove semen from her reproductive tract in order to replace his own with that from other males in his line, this process of semen displacement theory might apply," according to Gallup. " Gallup's lab conducted careful observations in order to test this theory, carefully watching three latex penises entering an artificial vagina containing water and starch that represented semen. Study findings demonstrated that penises with strong "mushroom forms," featuring an obvious coronal ridge at the point where head joins shaft, were most successful at eliminating prior sperm from fertilization tests. Penis with the most mushroom-like form eliminated over 87% while those featuring three mushroom forms eliminated 40% of prior fertilized sperm. Gallup notes that after insemination, thrusting post-insemination becomes noticeably weaker and shallower; and that penis begins to shrink and remain limp when leaving vagina making scooping difficult as well as self-sabotage more likely. Gallup believes it may seem unlikely for women to experience multiple sex relationships within a 24-hour timeframe, giving them an advantage over other species, but Gallup finds otherwise. "One in four women report engaging in multiple male relationships within 24 hours in one or more instances", according to data gleaned from 2004 study conducted to validate his theory of semen displacement - something which was far more widespread during evolutionary periods when humans first evolved as species than any time since.

Mushrooms Are Just Part Of the Picture The mushroom shape's ability to capture semen depends on a host of variables that affect sex, such as thrusting power and depth and the length of penis; according to Gallup "deeper thrusting disburses more semen than shallowly thrusting", while men with longer penis can place semen deeper within female vagina making displacement by later males less likely. Circumcision has its place in modern life. Circumcised penises experience only minimal increases in their mushroom shape; however, due to having been circumcised and shaped, Gallup states. When circumcised guys engage in sexual encounters that involve more intense thrusting they are more likely to remove semen from a former partner than non-circumcised guys who engage in similar sexual encounters, according to Gallup. Urology generally agrees with Gallup's theory; however, some experts who oppose his ideas raise arguments such as additional factors at play that could impact penis shape; just because mushroom-shaped penises can scoop up semen doesn't mean its formation caused its displacement; perhaps evolution was responsible instead and semen displacement just an added benefit; many experts consider Gallup's theories "far-fetched." Gallup's hypothesis has not been disproven yet. According to Shackelford who has conducted studies on this subject matter. scientific and theoretical evidence supports his claim. "Both scientific and theoretic evidence support his belief that human head penis has an "S-shaped mushroom structure in order to assist the displacement of an ejaculate from competing males", Shackelford conducted a 2016 study which concluded that husbands of wives who could potentially be seen as potential sexual enemies by their wives engaged more frequently in behaviors associated with semen-displacing behavior when having sexual relations with wives, such as pushing harder. Justin Houman, M.D. of Bastion Health and working urologist at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles who did not participate in the study notes that animals resemble us by having penile barbs, hooks, combs or textures to help push out other's sperm from vaginas,  According to Houman's observations, animals possess similar features.

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[now-we-say-c0ral]

March 31, 2023

I feel like shit.

Woke up around 7am, asked Siri to wake me up at 7.20am but my body was so heavy that I had to physically lift myself up my bed at 7.30am. Took a shower and texted Dani that I'll be late today.

Arrived at work around 8am and had to do most of the set-ups because Loraine, the scrub nurse from MT, wasn't in DSU yet. My head was so heavy and my mood was turning red. I was assigned to do the Urology list. Scrubbed for 4 cases apart from the circumcision. I didn't faint with the frenuloplasties but asked for a chair because I was feeling lightheaded but was fine when I sat. I just didn't focus as much on the penis and mostly just looked at my table. Finished the list early and went to the canteen with Dani for lunch. Texted Eddie in the afternoon already. I don't know. I'm borderline indifferent with him today coupled by my mood so I didn't text him. I know how he doesn't like me when I'm like this. Better not to text him then.

Did the Restorative list in the afternoon with Dani and we had one cancellation so we only did one case. Spent the afternoon not doing much but had to go at exactly 6pm because the TH3 overran. I was so tired and sleepy that Dani had to wheel me just to help her with the sets for tomorrow's waiting list.

Went to the gym and did back, chest, a bit of shoulder and abs. I was about to not go but then I would feel so guilty if I didn't go. This song by Jisoo is sending me. It was the only reason I kept going on in the gym today. I think I'll start to stan very soon. Also loved my fit. Wore an orange shirt.

Went home. Eddie gave a call and I don't have anything positive to say to him because again, my mood and I'm kind of tampo. Told myself to just sleep it off and hope for the best tomorrow. I'm on the verge of overthinking but I'm too tired to concern him about it.

[hamsterclaw]

Foundation

You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol doctors AU, smut, angst

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language

Part 1

You stumble into the room, slightly breathless from having sprinted from the bus stop.

‘I’m sorry I’m late,’ you apologise to the woman standing next to the whiteboard.

She beams at you. ‘It’s fine, what’s your name, we hadn’t started yet?’

‘Y/N,’ you reply, reaching out to take the plastic name badge she’s holding out and pinning it to the front of your blouse. You drop into a seat, turning to smile at the person sprawled in the folding chair next to you. Your eyes meet his, and yours widen.

Jeon Jungkook!

Fellow intern but more importantly, your friend Mirelle’s ex-boyfriend.

You know him as the star player of the medics’ basketball team.

You also know him as the bottomless pit who finished all leftovers in the fridge of your shared house with Mirelle.

But you mainly know him as the primary perpetrator in the trail of broken hearts scattered through the fabric of your time in medical school.

You nod politely at him and turn back to the front of the room. You’re at a simulation day – your entire cohort has to attend six days over the course of a year to get more training on managing medical emergencies.

During the coffee break, you fiddle with your packet of biscuits, trying to rip it open whilst also not spilling your coffee.

‘Here,’ says a voice, warm hand grabbing your coffee. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Jungkook.

‘Thanks,’ you mutter, promptly taking a bite of one of your custard creams. You offer him the other one as you take your coffee back.

‘How’ve you been?’ you ask, when it becomes apparent he means to stay by your side.

‘Yeah good. I’m doing gastro here for a few months,’ he replies. ‘What about you?’

‘Cardiology at city. I’m coming here just before Christmas for urology,’ you reply.

‘Ah no way! Me too,’ Jungkook says, looking genuinely pleased.

Oh great. You aren’t sure how you feel about that. You like Jungkook as a person but he had been devastating enough as a medical student. You can only imagine the amount of attention he’s getting as a gorgeous doctor with a fully disposable income.

You realise you haven’t yet replied to his statement.

‘Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fun,’ you say, half-grimacing at him. He looks at you curiously but at that moment your trainer indicates that your coffee break is over so you hustle back into our seats.

‘Your scenario is a 68-year-old lady called Florence on the cardiology ward who is 2 weeks post chemotherapy and now complaining of shortness of breath. You have been called to the bedspace to review.’

Your heartbeat accelerates. This is the most intimidating part of the day, having to simulate how you might react in various scenarios. The worst thing is having to perform knowing everyone else is watching.

‘Jungkook, you’ll be partnered with Y/N.’

Scratch that, the worst thing is being partnered with Jeon fucking Jungkook.

As you wait for the trainer to set up the talking mannequin who is your ‘patient’, you look up at Jungkook, feeling only despair when you realise the panic in his eyes mirrors yours.

‘What should we do?’ you ask.

Jungkook shrugs. ‘You’re asking me? You’re Miss Perfect. You take the lead.’

Your spluttering is cut off when the trainer opens the door and motions you inside.

‘Florence? How are you feeling?’ you ask, trying to tamp down your panic and sense of unreality at having to fake a conversation with a literal mannequin.

‘She isn’t great,’ says the actor playing the nurse. ‘She had chemo a few weeks ago and she is really struggling to breathe.’

‘Ok, let me just examine you and shall we check your oxygen levels?’ you say, looking at Jungkook.

‘Sure, sounds a good idea,’ he says, nodding firmly.

You look at each other. ‘Any other ideas?’ you prompt.

Just then the monitoring starts beeping like crazy. Jungkook and you look at each other, and then at the monitor.

‘She’s arrested,’ cries the actor. You idly wonder whether they get paid for this or whether it’s voluntary. He looks like he’s going for Oscars gold.

‘Jungkook, I’ll take the airway, you start compressions,’ you call, running to the head of the bed.

‘Put out a crash call,’ you tell the actor.

As you deliver ventilation breaths, Jungkook begins chest compressions. You rapidly realise your positions around the mannequin afford you an amazing view of Jungkook’s arms and chest.

Bobbing up and down.

His hair flopping up and down over his slightly sweaty forehead.

The way he bites down on his lower lip with the effort of his compressions, and most of all his beautifully strong looking hands, interlaced over the mannequin’s sternum.

Fuck!

Are you thirsting over Jeon fucking Jungkook when there is a patient (albeit fake) dying in front of you?

Thankfully at that point your trainer walks into the room. ‘And that’s the end of the scenario,’ she says, smiling at you. ‘Well done.’

Jungkook steps down from the bed, panting slightly.

Jungkook smartly dressed is eye-catching enough.

Jungkook slick with sweat and breathless from exertion?

He’s a sight to behold.

You brush past him, heading back to the adjoining room where all your colleagues are watching through a screen, before he sees your face.

You scroll through your phone as you wait for the bus. The stress of the simulation day has given you a mind-stopping headache, and you can’t wait to get home. You look up as a car pulls up at the bus stop in front of you.

The front passenger window rolls down, and Jungkook’s face comes into view.

‘Want a lift, Y/N?’ he asks.

Your eyes travel from his stunning face, to his shoulders, to his muscular forearms exposed by his rolled-up shirtsleeves. Despite your reservations, you’re desperate for some aspirin and a drink.

‘Thanks,’ you say gratefully, getting in. ‘I’ve got SUCH a headache from today.’

He looks at you, frowning, ‘Why didn’t you ask me for a lift if you weren’t feeling well?’

‘Jungkook, I haven’t seen you since you and Mirelle broke up. I didn’t want to bother you,’ you reply, resting your head back on the headrest and closing your eyes. ‘Anyway, it’s only one change and the buses are pretty frequent.’

Jungkook makes a sound of disapproval as he pulls away from the curb. ‘If you ever have trouble getting to one of these days let me know, I’ll take you.’

‘That’s really kind,’ you reply, opening your eyes to smile at him.

No way are you ever going to ask Jungkook for a lift.

You don’t even have his number. Also, he probably has a queue of girls who would happily jump at the opportunity of a ride with him.

Or a ride on him, you think, and groan internally. You need to curb this Jungkook thirst before it becomes a problem. He’s cocky enough as it is.

Jungkook looks over at you. ‘Want some water?’ he asks, passing you a bottle.

You hesitate, staring at the bottle.

‘It’s a new bottle.’

‘Thanks,’ you say, accepting and taking a grateful sip.

He laughs. ‘I’m not germy.’

You laugh along with him. ‘It’s like kissing, isn’t it,’ you joke.

Oh my God, why don’t you know when to shut up.

Jungkook just smiles and turns up the music. ‘Is this ok?’ he asks.

‘Yes, it’s fine. Mind if I close my eyes for a bit?’

‘Please do,’ Jungkook replies. ‘Do you live where you lived before?’

‘Same street,’ you say, closing your eyes.

It seems like no time has passed before Jungkook is pulling up in front of your door.

‘Will you be ok?’ he asks, voice surprisingly gentle as he unlocks the doors.

‘Yes, thanks so much for the lift, this beats the bus,’ you say, smiling at him.

‘Anytime, it’s my pleasure,’ he replies. Something in his voice makes you stop.

You look up to see him, eyes on yours, as he takes a big swig of the water from the bottle you have just drunk from. You flush and he just laughs, pulling away from the curb and driving off.

***

‘I don’t know how I managed to get trapped in a stairwell with Andrew discussing penile implants,’ you moan, running your hands over your face.

Kieran, a fellow intern who has just started in urology with you, snorts. ‘Did he tell you about the Rolls Royce of penile implants?’ he asks. ‘He’s a horny bastard.’

Just then you reach the double doors of the pre-op clinic.

‘Hey guys, there are 20 patients today, shall we take 5 each?’

Well, speaking of horny bastards….

Jungkook grins at both of you, holding out an armful of patient files.

‘Sounds fair,’ you say, reaching to take the files out of his arms. Your hand brushes his bare forearm and you can feel your face getting warm.

Kieran and you head for adjoining rooms across the corridor to start. Behind you, you can hear Becky, the clinic nurse, asking if Jungkook wants a coffee.

You look over at Kieran. ‘Have you ever been offered a coffee at this clinic?’ you ask.

Kieran snorts. ‘Becky wouldn’t even do my dipstick tests last time I did this. She said, ‘you have hands, don’t you?’

Despite yourself you laugh. ‘Glad it’s not just me.’

You are finishing up the documentation from your last patient when there is a knock on your door. Jungkook pokes his head in.

‘I got you a coffee,’ he says, holding out a mug.

‘Did Becky make you an extra?’ you ask, holding your hands out.

Jungkook flushes. ‘No, she always offers but I never let her. I made this myself.’

‘Thanks,’ you say, taking a sip.

He sits down in the chair the patient has just vacated.

‘What’s it like having all the nurses fawning over you?’ you ask idly, signing off your work.

Jungkook does a half-scoff, half-laugh, eyes dropping to the desk. ‘I don’t know, Y/N, what’s it like having all the residents cornering you in the corridors to chat to you about penile implants?’

You laugh incredulously. ‘Are you kidding? All the nurses have a crush on you. It doesn’t really compare.’

‘I’m just saying we both know what it’s like to be fresh meat,’ Jungkook says.

You pause then. ‘Oh, that’s deep coming from the resident pretty boy.’

‘You think I’m pretty?’ he asks, smiling at you.

You smile right back. ‘Oh Dr Jeon, let me make your coffee,’ you say, making your voice as breathy as possible.

Jungkook’s gaze darkens as he looks at you.

You toss a balled-up consent form at him, which he catches without blinking.

‘Oh Y/N, let me tell you about the Rolls Royce of penile implants,’ he says, grinning like a fool.

Your second missile hits the door as Jungkook closes it behind him, snickering.

‘Oh, and Y/N?’ he calls, poking his head in again.

You glower at him.

‘I think you’re pretty too,’ he says, winking.

You can hear him chuckling to himself as he walks across the now deserted waiting room.

***

You look down as your phone screen flashes with a notification.

Jungkook has added you to the group ‘Balls and All’.

Jungkook: Hi guys, anyone going to the radiology meeting?

Y/N: I vote to change the group name.

Kieran: Seconded.

Jungkook has changed the group name to ‘Cockblocked’.

Y/N: I vote to eject Jungkook from this group.

Kieran: Seconded.

Amy: TF is this group?

Jungkook: You can’t eject me, I’m admin.

Jungkook: Amy, it’s our team urology support group.

Y/N: Make me admin, Jungkook.

Jungkook: PLEASE! Is anyone going to the radiology meeting?

Kieran: I am. Why?

Jungkook: I need one of our patients discussed. Can you present them please? I’m stuck in theatre.

Kieran: Sure.

Jungkook: Also, why did the basketballer see the urologist?

Amy: Why?

Y/N: PLEASE. Don’t encourage him.

Jungkook: Thank you Amy. Because he had a dribbling problem.

Y/N has left the group.

Jungkook has added you to the group ‘Big Dick Energy’.

***

‘Hey.’

You take a sip of your drink, bracing yourself before you turn to face the owner of the husky voice in your ear.

‘Jungkook,’ you nod, clinking your glass with his. You give him a once over, unable to stop yourself.

He looks better than he has any right to look, dressed in all black with silver earrings dangling from both earlobes, intermittently catching the light. His dark hair has been styled away from his face, revealing his half grown out undercut.

You meet his eyes, realising he has been watching you.

‘Like what you see?’ he asks, smirking at you.

‘You look like a page from the fuckboy handbook,’ you reply teasingly.

Jungkook laughs. ‘I’m not a fuckboy, ask Mirelle.’

‘That’s true actually, you just drink all the goddamn milk,’ you grumble, referring to his habit of demolishing everything in the shared fridge when you had lived with Mirelle.

‘I was a growing boy,’ Jungkook protests.

‘How was theatre?’ you ask, leaning forward to hear him over the loud music.

‘It was ok. I don’t think urology is my thing,’ he replies, placing a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer to him as a group of men passes by.

‘Are you going to the sim day tomorrow? Need a lift?’ Jungkook asks, and you realise then how close your faces are.

‘Yes, I’ll be there, I don’t need a lift, thank you,’ you reply, trying not to stare at his lips.

‘How are you going to get there?’ Jungkook presses, tilting his head down to yours. You catch a whiff of his cologne then, light and fresh. He smells so clean.

‘Oh, the bus,’ you reply, distracted. ‘It’s easy enough.’

‘Don’t be silly,’ he says, ‘I’ll pick you up. I’m five minutes away from you.’

You hesitate.

‘Come on,’ he coaxes. ‘I could use the company.’

‘Sure, if it’s not a hassle,’ you concede, smiling at him. ‘Thanks Jungkook.’

The next morning, you hurry to your front door, careful not to spill any of the hot coffee you’re holding in a cardboard tray.

Jungkook pulls up right on time, coming to a stop in front of you. He reaches over and pushes open the door when he sees your hands are full.

‘Morning,’ you say chirpily to Jungkook, who looks gorgeous as ever despite the fact he left the mess night after you did.

‘You’re an angel,’ he croaks, voice low and husky as he reaches over for one of the coffees you are holding, taking a grateful sip.

‘I figured you might need it,’ you reply. ‘What time did you even get in last night?’

‘Probably an hour ago,’ he mumbles.

Both your eyes spot it at the same time, the foil condom wrapper on his dashboard.

‘Oh my god, Jungkook, please tell me the contents of that are not in THIS CAR somewhere,’ you shudder, caught between horror and amusement.

Jungkook looks as worried as you. ‘Erm – I think I tossed it out the window?’

‘Oh my god, you don’t KNOW? JUNGKOOK?’

‘Stop shouting!’ cries Jungkook. ‘It’s gone, I’m sure of it.’

‘If I get up and there’s a used condom stuck to my new skirt I will murder you,’ you threaten.

‘Oh, is this a new skirt? It suits you, your legs look amazing,’ Jungkook says immediately.

Your eyes meet in the rear view mirror and you can’t help but laugh. ‘You are literally the worst. Weren’t you trying to convince me last night you aren’t a fuckboy?’

‘I’m not,’ whines Jungkook in protest.

‘Anyway, finish your coffee, you need to be on good form today. I’m not carrying your ass through another scenario,’ you tease.

Jungkook smirks then. ‘I bet you’d look good doing chest compressions.’

‘Can you not talk to me until I’ve finished my coffee?’ you complain. ‘I need caffeine to manage,’ you gesture vaguely at the dashboard where the condom wrapper remains, ‘ALL THIS.’

Jungkook just laughs and you drive the rest of the way in companionable silence.

***

Jungkook hands you the blood gas result he has just been given.

‘Well, that’s shit,’ you murmur, looking at the numbers. You exchange a glance.

‘What are we supposed to do about this?’ Jungkook asks, rather unhelpfully.

‘We have to do something. We can’t have our patient arresting every week,’ you say, gesturing to your mannequin.

‘What’s wrong, doctors?’ asks the actor from the previous month, who is now playing an anxious relative.

‘We just need to call the resident and discuss it,’ you say reassuringly to the actor.

‘Your resident is at an arrest and won’t be available for at least an hour,’ says your trainer.

Jungkook and you confer over the gas result again. ‘Well, he’s very acidotic,’ you say, trying to talk it through.

‘And his lactate is up. And there isn’t a result for his blood sugar.’

‘Is the machine broken?’ you ask.

‘No, it was unrecordable,’ says the trainer.

Something clicks into place. Jungkook’s eyes meet yours. ‘It’s DKA!’ you say in unison.

‘Fuck! We can sort DKA,’ crows Jungkook.

‘Language Dr Jeon,’ says the trainer, warning eyes on Jungkook.

Jungkook goes to start an intravenous fluid infusion whilst you update the actor/relative, and before you know it your fake resident is back from his fake arrest and ready to help you with more advice.

Jungkook pulls you off your feet and into a hug as you leave the room. ‘Genius!’ he cries, delightedly.

You laugh as he lowers you back onto the ground. ‘We’re getting good at this,’ you say, smiling.

Jungkook says nothing, and you look up to see him staring at you, eyes centred on your lips. You speak without thinking.

‘Like what you see?’ you tease, mimicking his cocky tone.

He almost looks pained then, his face falling as he turns away.

There is a strange tension between you as you watch the next few scenarios, and you don't talk during the coffee break. You glance around the room as you pack up your things to go, realising you can’t see Jungkook.

You assume he’s left without you, and you feel a little squeeze of disappointment at the thought that he hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. You use the bathroom before leaving, sighing inwardly at the thought of an hour’s worth of bus journeys before you get home.

As you exit the bathroom, you realise that the building is fairly deserted, your simulation having run past five o’clock. You shoulder your backpack, heading for the bus stop, when you hear your name called.

You turn to see a slightly breathless Jungkook. ‘Hey where are you going?’ he asks, jogging up to you. ‘I’m parked over there.’

‘Oh, I thought you had left,’ you say lightly, ‘I was headed for the bus stop.’

Jungkook frowns. ‘I wouldn’t have just left you, I’m your lift.’

You smile at him, ‘I don’t expect you to be my personal taxi service, Jungkook, you don’t have to worry I’ll assume you’ll drive me everywhere.'

‘Why do you treat me as though I’m less than a friend?’ Jungkook complains. ‘I can’t imagine you would think any of your friends would just ditch you without saying goodbye. And yet you think I would.’

You hesitate, almost about to make a joke before you realise how serious he is. You catch his arm gently. ‘I don’t think you’re less than a friend, Jungkook.’

You both look at your hand on his arm. ‘I just didn’t want you to think I take you for granted,’ you explain.

Jungkook shuffles his feet, placated. ‘Well come on then. I’m starving. Shall we grab some dinner on the way back?’

‘Sounds good,’ you reply. ‘What do you fancy? It’ll be my treat since you’re chauffeuring me everywhere.’

‘You don’t have to treat me,’ Jungkook replies.

You pretend to think about it. ‘That’s true actually, I guess it’s not that much of a favour for you to drive me around in your seedy sex car.’

Jungkook laughs, waggling his eyebrows. ‘Plenty of girls would love to come in my seedy sex car.’

‘I’m sure they already have,’ you mutter, and Jungkook just laughs again, leading you to where he is parked.

***

You swat Jungkook’s hand as he attempts to sneak a French fry.

‘You literally have your own portion,’ you say sternly, pulling your tray closer to you.

‘Yours tastes better,’ Jungkook say by way of explanation.

‘Who are you living with at the moment?’ you ask.

‘Taehyung and Namjoon,’ Jungkook replies.

‘Oh my god, you live with the actual Kim Taehyung?’ you ask.

Jungkook grimaces at you.

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘We’ve been living together since 4th year. Didn’t you know?’

‘I thought you lived with us in 4th year,’ you say, rolling your eyes. ‘You and Mirelle were inseparable.’

‘How is Mirelle?’ asks Jungkook, sneaking another fry before you can stop him.

‘Yeah, she’s good, working at Lloyd’s.’ Mirelle had been a pharmacist and had graduated the year before you.

‘Who do you live with now?’ Jungkook asks.

‘Soojin. She works at city too.’ You slurp up the last of your milkshake and push your tray towards Jungkook. ‘Have the rest,’ you offer.

Jungkook frowns. ‘I can’t take your fries. You’ve barely had any.’

You furrow your brows in confusion. ‘You’ve been stealing them this whole time and you won’t take them now they’re being freely offered to you?’

‘I only did it to get your attention,’ grumbles Jungkook, tilting his head.

‘You huge overgrown baby. You have my full attention already,’ you say, pushing your fries towards him again.

‘Also, I like it when you touch me,’ says Jungkook, gaze turning heated as he looks at you.

‘Jungkook,’ you sigh, ‘you’re an animal.’

He reaches out then, hand warm on yours.

‘Why don’t you take me seriously?’ he asks.

You roll your eyes. ‘Would you take you seriously if you were me?’

Jungkook grins, with enough good grace to look slightly abashed. ‘Was it the condom?’ he asks.

You laugh. ‘Yes, it was the condom. Also, that you’re a walking embodiment of the term fuckboy.’

Jungkook smiles, finishing off your fries. ‘We’re having a party at ours next weekend. You should come. Bring Soojin. I’m inviting the guys from work too.’

‘Sounds great,’ you say lightly. ‘Is Taehyung going to be there?’

Jungkook groans. ‘Why does everyone love Taehyung so much?’

‘Aww don’t be annoyed, Jungkook. You’re equally pretty in my book,’ you say, reassuringly.

Jungkook grins at you and you toss your napkin straight at his pretty face.

***

Soojin lets out a wolf whistle as you come down the staircase. ‘Whoa. Whoa. I feel underdressed,’ she says.

You smooth the skirt of your dress against your thighs. ‘Too much?’ you ask, self-consciously.

‘No, you look great,’ Soojin says. ‘We’re going to a house party hosted by a bunch of good-looking men, so I think you’ll fit right in.’

You glance at the full-length mirror at the bottom of the staircase. You’re wearing a fitted black dress with silver jewellery, your hair loose around your face.

Soojin links her arm with yours, her white jersey dress a striking contrast to yours as you stand together in front of the mirror.

‘Look at us, we’re straight hotties,’ she says, smiling.

You smooth a curl that has fallen out of place at the back of her head. ‘You always are,’ you reply. ‘Come on, let’s go.’

You’ve never been to Jungkook’s apartment and aren’t sure what to expect as you knock on the door. Muffled music filters out under the door, and you can hear the din of people laughing and talking inside. The door swings open, and you suck in a breath.

Jungkook beams at you, pulling you into a tight hug in greeting. ‘You came,’ he says, eyes warm on yours.

You can’t help but smile. ‘This is Soojin,’ you say, gesturing to your friend as she stands in the doorway. Jungkook turns the full force of his gorgeous smile on her, and you can see Soojin visibly swallow before she smiles back at him.

‘Lovely to meet you,’ she says politely, ‘I’ve heard so much about you.’

Jungkook’s eyes go to yours briefly.

Then he laughs. ‘Let me get you a drink,’ he says, leading you to his kitchen.

Soojin excuses herself to use the bathroom. You wander out to Jungkook’s huge balcony, admiring the view out into the communal garden below. Jungkook leans on the glass balustrade next to you, forearms so close to yours you can feel the warmth emanating from his skin.

‘Having a nice time?’ he asks casually, tilting his head to look at you.

‘Yes, your place is stunning,’ you say, gesturing out towards the garden.

‘You’re stunning,’ he tells you. You turn to face him, looking up at his face.

‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ you reply.

Jungkook pushes off the balustrade and then his mouth is on yours. He kisses like he has all the time in the world, his lips soft, pressing gently at yours. Your lips part under his, and his tongue licks into your mouth.

You realise that your hands are splayed on his chest, and that his are gently resting at the small of your back. He pulls away slightly.

‘Come see my room,’ he invites, holding out his big hand.

You aren’t sure if it’s the right thing to do, but you know you don’t want to turn him down and so you place your hand in his warm palm and let him lead you to his room.

As soon as the door closes behind you his hungry mouth is on yours again, pressing you against the door.

You moan at the contact of his body against yours, his hard torso, his slim hips, one of his thighs slipping between your legs. ‘Jungkook,’ you say.

‘Hmmm?’ asks Jungkook, leaning down to kiss down your neck. You lift your arms, holding him close to you as his lips travel across your collarbones and then down to the valley between your breasts.

‘Jungkook,’ you murmur, feeling breathless.

‘Hmmm?’ hums Jungkook again. He looks up at you then, dark eyes making contact with yours just before he pulls down the strap of your dress, exposing your lace bra, peaked with the outline of your nipple. He sucks in a breath, smiling up at you.

‘You’re so pretty,’ he murmurs, licking over your covered breast. One hand comes up to cup your breast, thumb nudging the lace just out of the way enough that your nipple is exposed.

Jungkook sighs, then his tongue flicks out to lave your nipple. You moan with pleasure as he licks and sucks, his other hand coming up to palm your other breast.

‘Jungkook,’ you cry. He pulls you onto his bed, pushing your skirt up your thighs. He stares at your exposed panties, eyes gleaming.

‘Did you wear these for me?’ he asks.

You smile at him then. ‘No actually, I was hoping Taehyung might get to see them,’ you lie, straight to his face.

Jungkook buries his face in your lower abdomen, half groaning, half laughing.

‘Be quiet or I won’t eat you out. And I’m amazing at that,’ he boasts.

You mime zipping your mouth shut and throwing away the key.

Jungkook chuckles, hooking his thumbs under your lace panties and pulling them off.

‘You’ll have to be quiet or someone will realise we’re in here,’ Jungkook warns.

You prop yourself up on your arms, suddenly worried. ‘Jungkook did you….’

As if on cue, the door opens and Kim fucking Taehyung pokes his head in. His eyes meet Jungkook’s. You squeak and pull your skirt down, bolting upright.

‘Fuck, Tae,’ groans Jungkook, ‘don’t you knock?’

Taehyung looks like he is about to say something, then he murmurs a ‘sorry’ and withdraws, shutting the door behind him.

By this point you are standing, pulling up your straps. ‘Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, Jungkook,’ you stammer, crossing your arms.

To his credit, Jungkook doesn’t immediately protest. ‘Yeah, sorry about that,’ he says, helping you straighten the straps of your dress and bra.

‘Can I have my underwear back?’ you ask, holding out your hand for the ball of lace Jungkook is still clutching in his fist.

Jungkook smiles, looking devastatingly handsome as he pockets your underwear. ‘Can I keep them?’

You laugh. ‘You have a collection from all the girls you’ve bedded?’ you joke.

Jungkook grins at you. ‘This is the first time I’ve ever asked actually.’

You snort at that. ‘Come on, fool. I need to find Soojin.’

Jungkook holds onto your hand as you come out of his room and head to the living room.

‘What?’ he asks as you look at him quizzically. ‘Come with me, we’ll find Soojin, and I’ll introduce you both to Namjoon. I’m not sure I want to introduce you to Tae; it strikes me he took entirely too long to excuse himself when he walked in on us.’

Namjoon turns out to be an utter sweetheart, a serious looking philosophy graduate currently pursuing a PhD.

When Jungkook introduces Taehyung he gives you a mischievous grin. ‘Lovely to meet you formally,’ he says, and you flush.

Soojin smiles jauntily at him. ‘Nice to see you again Taehyung,’ she says, offering a hand.

‘Likewise,’ he replies, and you sense an undercurrent when they exchange a glance.

You leave Taehyung and Soojin chatting to each other.

‘How do you and Jungkook know each other?’ you ask Namjoon.

‘Oh, we did the first year of philosophy together before he transferred into medicine,’ Namjoon replies.

‘I can’t imagine Jungkook doing philosophy,’ you remark.

Namjoon tilts his head. ‘He wasn’t bad at it. But I see what you mean – he always has to try and fix problems. He’s not one to discuss and reflect if he doesn’t have to. ‘

You both watch as Jungkook chats to Liya and Amy. ‘He talks about you a lot,’ Namjoon says.

You scoff. ‘I don’t think I even want to know what he says,’ you laugh, patting Namjoon on the arm.

He smiles back, and your eyes fall to his newly revealed dimples.

‘Oh,’ you say, utterly charmed. ‘You have a lovely smile.’

He flushes at the compliment. Just then Soojin walks up to you. ‘I’ve got to be up early for netball tomorrow,’ she says, ‘when would you like to go?’

You realise it is past midnight. ‘Oh sure, I have an assignment to get done anyway,’ you says. You say your goodbyes to Namjoon, but Taehyung and Jungkook seemed to have disappeared.

You have just left Jungkook’s building when you realise you don’t have your phone on you.

‘I’ll just nip up and grab it,’ you tell Soojin.

Soojin nods. ‘I’ll wait down here,’ she says, sitting on one of the sofas in the lobby.

The front door is ajar, and you walk back in. You head straight for Jungkook’s room, remembering how you dropped your clutch on the floor when he pressed you against his door.

You knock but there is no reply.

You push open the door and have an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

Jungkook sighs, not looking up from his bed, where he is lying on top of Liya. Her skirt has rucked up around her thighs.

‘Fucking hell Tae,’ he grumbles, ‘I really think you’re doing this on purpose.’

‘It’s not Tae,’ you say dryly, and his head spins round.

‘Y/N,’ he stutters, eyes wide with shock.

‘Just grabbing my phone,’ you say, spotting it beside the bed. Your heart is beating strangely fast, and impulsively you reach into his pocket, pulling out your underwear. ‘Guess you won’t be needing this.’

The expression on his face is almost a panacea for the hurt and dismay roiling through you.

You’d known what he’s like.

Why had you thought you were anything more than an interchangeable body from the conveyor belt of girls throwing themselves at him?

Jungkook might have thought you were the brains of your simulation duo, yet tonight you feel like you’ve been the stupid one all along.

©hamsterclaw 2021

[brunchable]

Conflict Resolution Chapter 4 — 30 minutes || Surgeon!S.S. × Asian!Reader.

Warnings: Coarse Language, Sexual Elements, Medical elements, Arguing, Bickering

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Asian!Reader (OC)

Summary: You and Stephen go to dinner as per the homework Dr. Sofen assigned to the both of you.

A/N: I have no ownership of this story, all credits go to Kate Canterbary for her book, The Worst Guy.

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Stephen

"What else?" Stephen asked Essex. He paced the sidewalk across the street from Pastoral in the Manhattan neighbourhood while his neuro fellow murmured a few lines from an old Snoop Dogg song through his earbuds. It was fucking freezing out here but he was a minute early, and he'd take all manner of damp, bone-chilling wind if it saved him from dealing with Park. At least for one more minute.

"I think that's the last update I have for you," he said. Stephen could hear him flipping through his notebook and the ambient noise of the hospital around him. "For now, that is. I will come up with something soon enough."

"Please don't complain to me about the general surgery fellow grabbing another case out from underneath you again," he said, giving the restaurant a resentful glance.

"Did you hear me complain? Because I didn't. You extrapolated a complaint about that case-thieving sneak from my overall report. The last time I complained out loud was when I was an intern and had so many pagers, my scrubs kept falling down."

That was fully inaccurate but Stephen wasn't interested in debating that with him now.

"And how many pagers does it take to drop your pants, Essex?"

"Yeah, this sounds like a fully appropriate question," he snarked. "And for your information, it was nine. Nine pagers. Urology, trauma, ENT, cardio, surgical oncology, colorectal, vascular, limb salvage, plastics. What a fucking nightmare."

Stephen stifled a groan at the mention of plastics and frowned at his watch. He was going to have to go in there and get this over with soon. He wouldn't put it past you to break a chair over his head if he rolled in ten minutes late. He shoved his hands into his pockets as another gust of cold, raw air blew in off the water. He hated the way summer bumped and stumbled into autumn here, starting and stopping like there was some serious question over whether seasons were supposed to keep on changing. And then, after cold snaps and heat waves and hurricanes, there was always one day in October, just like today, when it all collapsed and the debate was over. Summer was finished, autumn was here to stay, and he fucking hated it.

Stephen hated wintry weather and all the nonsense that went with it. Snow, ice, everything. Goddamn, it was awful.

"Anyway, that was a night I wouldn't wish on anyone," Essex said.

"What?"

"Did you dip out on me there? You do that a lot, Strange. I have to check the paperwork but I think you're supposed to pay attention to me. You're also supposed to be teaching me, not flaking out in the middle of my twenty-car pileup story, but that's a neglect I've come to accept from you."

It had taken me a bit to get his arms around it but he now understood this was Essex's personality. He was obnoxious in a jaded, cynical way, though he never pretended he was in this business for any altruistic purpose. He thrived on ego and half-baked contempt for everyone.

Stephen understood it too, even if he didn't function the same way Essex did. But the guy had a dry, silly side too and it often came out in stories about his intern years in Minnesota, his assertion that Stephen didn't teach him enough, or riding the line between delinquent and savant.

Essex was a brilliant surgeon but not a single day went by without Stephen wishing he'd known all these quirks of Essex before selecting him for a two-year fellowship.

"What would you like me to teach you while you're recapping the greatest hits of your intern year?"

"You could start by explaining how you organise your shit. I bent down to tie my shoes and it took me twenty-five minutes to clean up the mess from my pockets projectile vomiting all over the place. It was a fucking yard sale, man."

"Sounds like a personal problem." Stephen glanced at the restaurant again. He was notably late now. "Could you…uh, do me a favor? Could you give me a call in forty-five minutes?"

"Is that when you slip into a bath? Glass of pinot, chocolates, fizzy bath bomb? Get your me time?"

"What? No. I might need a reason to—" Stephen stopped, neither wanting to nor knowing how to explain this. "Forty-five minutes. I might teach you something interesting tomorrow if you can save me tonight."

"Sold. Setting a timer now." With that, Essex ended the call.

Stephen popped his earbuds back into their case and accepted the fact he had to go inside, sit down with you for significantly longer than he could bear, and talk to you without rolling his eyes out loud. He was going to fail his ass off. It was warm inside the restaurant and he spotted you immediately.

You were frowning at your phone while typing, pausing, deleting, and typing again.

"Excuse me, sir? Are you meeting someone?" Stephen glanced around to find the hostess with a stack of menus cradled in her arm.

"Uh. Yeah, but—"

"Would you happen to be the most insufferable, arrogant surgeon in the entire city? If so, I can show you to your party." Stephen shifted to face the hostess fully.

"How much did she pay you for that?" Stephen reached for his wallet. "Whatever it was, I'll double it if you—"

She held up a hand and shook her head with a grin. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm on her side."

Stephen shoved his wallet back in hid pocket. "How righteous of you." Stephen jerked his chin in your direction. "My insufferable arrogant ass will lead the way. Thanks."

He reached the table in a few long strides, yanked back the empty chair, forcing a rough squeal of wood scraping over the stone floor. You startled, your phone dropping to the table and a little gasp slipping past your lips.

"Arrogant, huh?" Stephen asked, dropping into the chair. "Insufferable too? How long did it take you to come up with that scheme? Did it take all week? Or did lightning strike while you were waiting?"

You leaned back, folded your arms across your torso. That move had the unfortunate effect of reminding him that you were a pointlessly beautiful woman who could wear the shit out of a turtleneck sweater. But he didn't care. Really, he did not.

You could wear all the sweaters you wanted and have all that long, black hair and be annoyingly, disturbingly beautiful and he didn't have to care. Not his problem.

"You're late," you snapped.

"You were late on Thursday." Stephen reached for the menu waiting at his place setting and gave it a quick glance. "Seemed only appropriate to return the favor."

With a glare that could dilate blood vessels, you collected your phone and tapped the screen. You set it in the centre of the table with a pointed nod. After holding your glare through several blinks, Stephen glanced at the screen. "What's that supposed to be?"

"It would help if you could make an attempt at critical thinking," you replied. "It's a timer. There's no reason this should exceed thirty minutes."

Still staring at you, Stephen raised his hand into the air. Soon, a server appeared at his side. "Hey there, folks. Can I interest you in—"

"A beer, please," Stephen interrupted. "A wheat, nothing pumpkin." Stephen blinked at you. "The margherita pizza."

You arched a brow up as you said, "The bucatini, please. No arugula."

"Anything to drink?" the server asked.

"Water is fine, thanks," you replied.

"And what about nibbles for the table? Calamari, eggplant frites, burrata—"

"No," you and Stephen said in unison.

"Okay, then," the server murmured. "I'll get that right in for you."

Once you're alone, you slid an index card across the table. "Five things about me. There you go."

Stephen peered at the card. "Did you buy a package of index cards just for this purpose? Or do you have index cards lying around? Like you're an intern presenting at rounds for the first time? Do you still make notes for rounds? Please tell me you're past the index card phase, Park. I couldn't stand it if I knew you were walking around with little color-coded notes every day."

You regarded him with a smug grin that made it pretty clear you'd rip his face off if he took his eyes from you for a second. "You're the kind of teacher who abuses interns and residents, then? Do you throw things too or is it just shaming and torment?"

"You are the one with the track record with projectiles." Stephen plucked the beer from the server's tray and drained half of it before continuing. "And I'll have you know I'm a great teacher—"

"I'm sure you think so," you interrupted. "And that's fantastic for you. Really, it is. But I don't have a single fuck to give about any of that because I'm walking out of here in twenty-three minutes. Fork over your five things, Strange."

A snarl sounded in his throat as he studied you. He couldn't stop staring at you. It was mostly self-preservation but a shred of confusion lingered there too. He had so many questions right now but the first and most essential among them was: Who the hell was this woman and why did she kill for sport?

He set the beer down, folded his arms on the table, and leaned in close. "I don't think this is what Karla had in mind when she said we were supposed to get to know each other," Stephen whisper-growled. "If you could just be nice—"

"You want me to be nice?" You whisper-screeched right back. "Nice? That's what you want?"

"It wouldn't kill you."

"But clearly it will kill you," you said. "Seeing as I've made a point of being nice to you since moving into the building and you've—hmm." You tapped a finger to your chin.

"Right, yes, you ignored my pleasantries. And now you'd like me to be all sugar plums and lemon drops because it suits your purposes?" You shook her head, that maniacal grin still pulling up your pale pink lips. "I don't think so. No, I don't think so."

Stephen took his time responding to that attack and finished off his beer. He was drinking too fast and practically inviting a migraine into his day tomorrow but he could barely think about anything other than the dark haired ball of fury seated across from him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He set the empty glass on the table and ignored a sudden, perverse interest in what you were wearing with that turtleneck.

You'd been seated when he arrived and you hadn't yet leapt up to bludgeon him with a saltshaker so he was clueless as to whether you wore jeans or a skirt or—fuck, he didn't even know. And he didn't care. Not at all. Which was why he ignored that thought entirely.

"I am talking about saying hello to you in the hallway," you replied.

"Right. Let me see if I understand this." Stephen reached for your glass of water and drained it while you gaped at him. "I didn't give enough attention to your chirpy little greetings so you went all tiny tornado on an exam room, and you're going to hold it against me until you can find a way to be rid of me, even if that involves strangling the life out of me with your precious plastic surgeon hands. Do I have that right?"

Okay, so he knew he was an asshole. He knew this. And now you did too. You gave your empty glass a mortified stare before meeting his gaze.

"We both know the exam room was an accident and fully unrelated to our prior interactions outside the hospital. I am not going to revise history with you. I am not going to be nice simply because it makes you comfortable."

"I don't remember the last time I was anything close to comfortable. Okay? Whether you screech at me or not won't change that." Drumming his finger on the table, he continued, "I'm just saying we have to get through this thing. We shouldn't kill each other in the process."

The server arrived with the meals and another round of drinks, which was a huge fucking relief because Stephen urgently needed something to do with both his hands and his mouth. But he made the fatal error of glancing across the table as the server set your dish down—a dish topped with a whole damn field of arugula. Not only did they not hold the greens, they seemed to treat you to an extra helping because there was no way that was the standard quantity.

Stephen watched you purse your lips together and he figured he was in for another explosion now. You'd send that dish back so hard, the chef would set fields of arugula on fire. But you said nothing when the server asked if there was anything else we needed. And you blinked down at the heap of curly greens, fork in hand, like it was a project you'd inherited and didn't have the heart to abandon.

Stephen sat there, his fingers curled around the fresh glass of beer, and stared while you excavated a strand of pasta from beneath the arugula.

What the fuck was I watching? Where was the tiny tornado? Or the screech owl? Or even the hunter who'd happily mount my head on her wall? And who the hell was this?

You and Stephen ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't until the server arrived at the table to top off your water that you and him shared a momentary glance at the woman's veiny hands. Those were legend-status veins.

Once alone again, Stephen said, "I could get a gray cannula in on the first shot and she wouldn't even feel it."

You gave a dry laugh. "When was the last time you started an IV?"

"Not recently," he admitted. "I usually practise on my residents at the start of their neuro rotation. Gets us off on a good, abusive foot and it helps me rank them by vascularity. Least being best, of course, since they'd never get pulled off the floor to donate blood. It comes back to haunt them when they're inevitably enrolled in a clinical trial."

"You're such an asshole," you said, but there was no heat behind it. You almost sounded amused.

"And what about you? When was the last time you started a line?"

You set your fork down and busied yourself with the napkin on your lap. "You have no idea what I do, do you?"

Stephen dropped a piece of crust to his plate. "Plastics. You make people look pretty after I put them back together."

You dabbed your lips—they were so pale, barely even pink—and set the napkin beside your mostly untouched pasta. You'd moved it around plenty but you hardly made a dent. And then you held up your phone to him as the timer counted down the final five seconds you'd set for the both of you.

After swiping away the alarm, you slipped the index card off the table. "I didn't get yours, so you're not getting mine."

You pushed away from the table and he had no choice but to watch you cross the restaurant. You didn't bother with backward glances, not when you were busy walking like the floor owed you money.

Steohen returned to his beer and pizza, and attempted to figure out what the ever-loving fuck happened here tonight. He was halfway through the last slice of pizza when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He assumed it was you texting him a thesis on his arrogance though he was wrong.

When he saw Essex was calling, he tucked the phone against his shoulder, saying, "What's up?"

The blaring roar of the emergency room came through the line before he said, "I'm early but I gotta deal with an issue. Consider this your fake crisis call so you can get the hell out of whatever you've gotten yourself into now."

"I don't get myself into things," Stephen said, dropping the last of the crust to his plate. "I actively avoid getting into things. I hate things."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't have time to unpack any of that tonight but maybe tomorrow if you buy me lunch."

"I'm not buying you lunch."

"That's cool. I'll get Druid to pick up the tab. He'll want to hear about this. He pays for updates on your misery." A siren wailed nearby and Essex groaned. "Really gotta go now. Be good." He hung up as the server came to gather the plates.

Stephen pointed at your pasta. "She said no arugula. What does this look like to you?"

The server frowned at the dish. "Why didn't she say anything?"

He motioned to the empty seat. "And you think I have any idea?"

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[macneiceisms]

for the wip ask meme: Through Tangled Glass

one day i will post this both sad and filthy time-travel garashir fic where obsidian order garak tries to get information out of julian via sexually charged interrogation (it probably needs a real plot), but for now here's a snippet:

Garak takes a knife from under his sleeve and tilts Julian’s chin up with the flat of the blade.

“Don’t worry, you’ll keep your pretty face,” he hisses. The sound sends heat jolting down his body. The pain splitting his head — mordrazine hangover, a cracked cheekbone and a bruised jaw — must be making him lose his mind. Did James Bond ever get shagged by Le Chiffre? Maybe he should have.

“Though your neck,” Garak sighs, looking sorry, “I must apologize, my dear.”

He grabs a fistful of Julian’s hair, wrenches his neck to the side and cuts blinding-fast behind his ear. Julian’s vision goes white. He gasps at the trickle of hot liquid seeping down his neck. Pain.

“There, there now, my dear Doctor,” says Garak, soothing. “Just a bit longer.”

He peels back the skin with the knife. Julian bites down a cry.

“So the Federation has given you a new translator model,” he says mildly, still holding Julian’s head firmly by the hair. His neck burns so acutely he doesn’t even feel the hair yanked at the roots. “An implant. Certainly less difficult to displace than your little combadges.”

He’s dazed by the pain. Blood and heat, dull throbbing and sharp biting stings. Oh, he’s killing Sloan when he gets back.

“Lets see what happens when we turn this little thing off, shall we? I won’t pull it out yet,” he smiles, loosening his grip on Julian’s scalp, then running his nails along it to smooth it out. The unexpected pleasure makes him shudder. “I do like to be proven wrong.”

Garak’s pupils are dilated. Julian feels a rush of hatred for Enabran Tain for twisting Garak’s brain into finding pleasure in someone else’s pain, in his own pain. Garak prods the translator twice. The pain sears in a blinding jolt down his neck and shoulders. The UT clicks in his head while blood pours into his uniform. Educational mode on. Click. All translation off.

“There,” Garak says in Kardasi. “Let’s see how you fare.”

“This is a waste of time,” Julian insists. Though he can control a lot of his physiology, he trusts Garak to find a way to circumvent it. He can’t outplay Garak at his own game, he knows it. But maybe he can play long enough to stay alive.

“You don’t have to make a big show, Dr. Faraj,” says Garak. “It bores me.”

“Look, if you want to question me, turn the translator back on and question me. I won’t give you any useful information.”

Garak smiles again. He cuts off the cuff of Julian’s sleeve. The fabric rends and rips and Julian can feel Garak’s perverse pleasure at destroying the offending garment. Ta’kak indeed. He dips the rag into the glass of clear liquid. He presses it to the cut under his ear. Julian gasps, biting down a cry through clamped teeth. The alcohol burns. Garak presses hard. Hard enough to staunch the blood in about thirty seconds. Hard enough to send sharp stabs of pain through his neck. The alcohol stings sharper than any knife.

“Ten more seconds,” Julian gasps, struggling for air through the searing pain. He screws his eyes shut, white phosphenes lighting up behind his eyelids. “After you stop the bleeding it needs ten more seconds to disinfect. Bloody...fucking...shit, you know how to cause pain.”

To Julian’s surprise, Garak does as recommended. Frowning, he pulls the blood-soaked cloth away from the wound. He dips it into the alcohol again, and pats the soaked cloth gently around his neck, a cool and gentle whisper amongst the pain. Clear liquid runs red. Agonizing cruelty and agonizing gentleness all in the same man.

“Really a shame. A neck is a terrible thing to ruin. I hope your gadgets smooth it over.”

“I know it’s just for show, but it’s nice to pretend like you aren’t going to just kill me at the end of this,” Julian mumbles.

“Of course I don’t want to kill you. Such a lovely, exotic creature,” says Garak, by all appearances politely bored. Absolute bastard. He cleans the blood from Julian’s neck. His fingers ghost over Julian’s collarbone. The earthy, spiced scent of him fills his lungs. “Are all your males like this? Narrow-waisted with such lovely necks? Such elegant limbs?”

And then he realizes where this is going. All those scandalous touches, all that brazen flirtation. Garak isn’t going to pry the answer out of him with a knife, he’s going to drive Julian into the most embarrassing confession of his life. Julian schools his heart rate and blood pressure lower, focusing on the firing of his sinoatrial node, the dilation and constriction of blood vessels. Resisting the constriction. If he has to think about urological anatomy to play this game, god, so be it.

Slowly, carefully, Garak cleans the bloody knife. He squares the spare chair in front of Julian, and with his clean glass of liquor in hand, sits.

“You really are lovely, aren’t you? You even smell lovely. Like salt. Do you taste like it too?” Garak says, and takes another sip of alcohol.

Julian watches Garak’s lips press to the glass, his mouth part, his tongue dart after to savor the liquid left on his lips. Something clenches low in his abdomen. In fifteen years Garak wouldn’t dare to be so forward, but then again, his Garak lives on a cold space station, in exile, at the mercy of a Federation captain. Here, in this dark little room, this Garak controls everything.

He’s going to kill Sloan for sending him in this compromised. What’s Julian supposed to do? Say, ‘hey, I know you’re torturing me but I know you fifteen years into the future and you give me chocolates and I bore witness to your father’s death and I faced him to save your life from that implant that’s in your post-central gyrus and we argue about Shelley and Riaz and Shakespeare and Preloc and I think about you stopping me in the middle of a rant about Meditations of a Crimson Shadow to rip my trousers off and shag me senseless.’

That would probably get him proper murdered. But oh, what a way to go.