#cw hospitals

[gildedoak]

SEASON 1 FINALE, PART 2: Southern Comfort Food, Episode 13 - Apple Tartlets

<<PART ONE

(content warnings: hospitals)

ALL OF THAT DRAMA JUST TO REVEAL THIS ONE DETAIL!! I noticed the mistake around the Peach Cobbler episode, and then I had to work it into the story SOMEHOW.

This has been absolute wild ride! And there's still more to come! Season 2 is already in the works, along with a separate new comic series. And of course, fun doodles and stuff in between.

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[goldenspirits]

💉 catholicguilt follow

@house we need to cure this patient

🏠 greg follow

did you try the medicine drug?

💉 catholicguilt

i did try the medicine drug

🏠 greg

only stupid people try the medicine drug.

you are stupid

🧠 foremanfiveman follow

I tried the stupid drug!! :D

🏠 greg

You are a black man

🧠 foremanfiveman

This vexes me.

😷 theunnamedpatient follow

i hauve blood dripping down my nose that is dripping

🥼 competentladydoctor follow

That's bad.

😷 theunnamedpatient

also i was biutten by mice due to my poour hygiene

👩‍⚕️ lisacunty follow

You need hygiene drug.

Also I haven't spoken in a while.

🏠 greg

NO.

Hygiene drug will kill the patient.

He needs mouse bites to live.

👩‍⚕️ lisacunty

I forbid this.

🏠 greg

Don't care.

💉 catholicguilt

MORE MOUSE BITES.

😷 theunnamedpatient

I feel better! :) no moure nose blood thank you doctor

🏠 greg

I am very smart.

🐶 puppydogeyes follow

I too am in this episode.

[dreamwatch]

Town Called Malice

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #21 - Prompt: Hate This Town | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: hospitals, mention of injuries | POV: Gareth | Pairing: None | Tags: angst, good uncle Wayne Munson, friendship

It’s been two days since the earthquake.

Their house has gone, Benji their beautiful mutt is missing. His sister hasn’t stopped crying.

Once they were all at grandma’s, mom went straight back to work. They’d watched neighbours bodies get pulled from their homes, some alive, some dead; she was needed elsewhere.

He went twenty four hours not knowing what happened to his friends. Jeff and Matty are ok.

Mom was the one that told him about Eddie, and you know, she’s his mom and he knows she wants to tell him more but as they like to say in their home, she took the ‘hippopotamus oath’ so all she says is “you need to speak to Wayne” and then because he’s not freaked out enough she adds “today.”

He knows his way round this hospital like the back of his hand. His little brother, Owen, has managed to acquire a cast or stitches in each of his thirteen years on this planet. His mom has been a nurse here since before Rhiannon, his older sister, was born. 

He’s never visited the ICU.

Before he heads up there he passes by the ER and gets a hug and kiss from his mom. She’s told him nothing, just that it’s not good and it would be good to let Wayne know they were thinking about Eddie. She gives him a final kiss on the cheek and then he heads up to the fourth floor.

Visitation is strict here, you can’t just walk in and wander around, doctors and nurses are rushing in and out of rooms constantly; people are spending as much time in ICU dying as they are surviving. But he’s not planning on going inside.

He finds a seat in the waiting area at the end of the hall. There’s ashtrays and a vending machine here and he knows Wayne Munson and there’s no way he won’t need a coffee and a cigarette at some stage. And sure enough he’s there about forty minutes when Wayne walks past him.

He gives him a second, doesn’t want to pounce on him from nowhere, lets him smoke his cigarette, watching the jittery movement of his hand. Wayne comes across as dour, hard faced, but he has a golden vein of mischief that runs through him, and he’s prone to fits of giggles, especially at Eddie’s expense. But that glint in his eyes is gone.

He finishes his smoke and stands in front of the coffee machine, coin in hand. If you didn’t know him you’d think he was just making his selection, but Gareth does know him. Wayne stands like a statue, coin in his hand, staring into nothing.

“Mr Munson?”

Wayne spins, eyes sharp and Gareth can imagine why. But Wayne’s face softens when he sees its him. 

“Since when do you call me that?”

Gareth gives him a one shouldered shrug in reply.

Wayne gets his coffee and sits in the chair next to him lighting another cigarette.

“Your mom sent you up, huh?”

“I would have come anyway.”

“She’s a good woman, your ma.” He takes a sip of the coffee, his face souring at it. “Jeffrey okay? Matthew?”

“Yeah, they’re all safe.”

Wayne sighs. “That’s good. Eddie would be worried, so that’s good.”

The mention of Eddie’s name pricks ears in the waiting area, and Gareth is wishing just one of them to say a fucking word because he’s ready to let go.

“What happened?” 

Wayne sighs, loaded and weary. “They’re saying he was bit. Dogs, or wolves or something. Spooked by the earthquake.”

What the fuck? “Wolves?”

“It’s bullshit. He’s been carved up, no dog did that to him,” Wayne says, voice rising, waiting area now fully watching him. “People in this town think we’re stupid. Think they know who we are, what we are. Well I ain’t stupid. I swear to God, when I find whoever did that—" his voice breaks, rough and tired, “to my boy, going to be a lot of very sorry people in this piece of shit town.”

It’s the truest thing he’s ever said. 

What is wrong with this place? The way they allowed Carver to rile them up with bullshit. Like they don't already live in a world where someone could drop the bomb at any moment, they had to go invent shit to be scared of. The way the cops, the fucking cops! just let Carver start a vigilante movement right in front of them. His dad always told them ‘there’s something rotten about Hawkins’, that maybe they should have moved. His parents usually end up fighting when they go down that road. But he’s already made his mind up, he's leaving this place as soon as he can.

“Is he going to be okay”

Wayne takes his time about answering, too particular, so Gareth knows it’s bad from that alone. But he’s willing to accept whatever Wayne gives him, will grab on to any ounce of hope.

“He’s strong.”

And… that’s it? That’s all he’s got for him?

Fuck.

“I should get back to him. Don’t like to be away for too long.”

Wayne stands and throws his empty cup in the trash. 

“Why don’t you come through and say hi? I think Ed would like that.”

Maybe he hesitates too long, Wayne adding “You don’t have to.”

“No. No I want to.”

Wayne gets his name added to the visitors list, and then puts his hand on Gareth's shoulder guiding him to Eddie’s room. When Officer Callaghan moves to block his way Wayne doesn’t even speak. Doesn’t say a fucking word, just stares at Callaghan until he steps out of the way and goes back to his post. It’s the most incredible thing Gareth’s ever seen.

And then he’s in Eddie’s room.

Later, he’ll ride in the car home with his mom and it will pour out of him. Eddie, their dog, their home.

But for now he’ll bite his lip and hold his friends hand.

[tarlosstory]

TARLOS | S1E8 | Part 8 FULL TARLOS STORYLINE | ONLY TARLOS SCENES

[ritz-writes]

It's days like these that remind me how fucked up the American Healthcare system is.

I went to the hospital today because I was throwing up (dry heaving at that point) and in agony. I was crying and I was scared and I was convinced I was dying. No that is not an exaggeration. A part of me was convinced something was horribly wrong and I was actively dying. But when my mom asked if I wanted to go to the hospital, I didn't say yes. I didn't say please. I didn't say call an ambulance I literally can't move.

I said "we can't afford it"

I said "how much will it cost"

I said "how much will the tests be"

My first thought wasn't "I need a hospital" it was "I'm fucking terrified but I need to suck it up cuz we can't afford this"

And that is so so so insanely fucked up

[spmcomic]

ah yes... the Neutral Face of Displeasure

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[oh-snapperss]

something about knowing, without a doubt, that four of these carts would have directly benefited someone i knew as a child really just makes me a million times more thankful for the hermits and their community<3

i can’t express how emotional seeing this made me, only how much it means to me that somewhere there’s a kid who’s gonna get to play their favorite game in the hospital, even if my friend couldn’t.

[wonderful-prompts]

Prompt #1182

The hospital’s cafeteria smelled like spaghetti had been spilled on the floor but had never been cleaned properly.

[greenxprof]

cw: mother's day, hospital

Like every year, Green, Daisy and their grandmother Agatha visited miss Sara Oak in her privative room at Celadon's Hospital to celebrate the mother's day.

They'd bring flowers and chocolate, books for Sara to read, souvenirs from all over the world in the hopes they could make her world a bit bigger once again. Then, she'd smile and speak with her weak tiny voice even though everyone would ask her not to.

But today it's different.

The past months it seems Sara's health has gotten even worse. Without strength to move or sit down, without strength to stay awake for too long. Not even her hands could sign words of reassurance anymore.

The mood inside the room was gloomy. Agatha kept complaining about how Yukinari hasn't come yet- and how he almost never did. About how this aught to be all his fault for not properly taking care of her child.

Daisy worked hard to pacify their grandmother. It was a remembrance of how Green's pregnancy took a heavy tool on her body; how it was actually his fault rather than Oak's. But the young professor couldn't say anything except stay on his foot by the door, hands tucked inside his pockets, heavy bags under his eyes.

Eventually, Agatha left after kissing her daughter goodbye.

The siblings stayed in silence for long moments, quietly listening to the low noise Sara's breathing machine would make. Carefully gazing at her sleeping face, looking so skinny and undead as a living person could.

"Green..." she started, softly. "You know none of this is your fault."

He looked down with a frown, words locked inside his throat as he felt like maybe he was becoming a little like his mother and unable to breath as well.

"Grandma is just upset about mom. Just like we are. She's not very good at expressing her emotions and that's why she gets angry. I'm sure she's just-..."

"I know." the professor cut his sister. His steps echoes as he approached his mother's bed. "I know..."

Daisy looked down at the book she bought as a gift for her mother. A history book, because she knew Sara were very interested about the past and the lore of the whole world.

There were other books around the room. Books she read and cherished, books her children has brought her so her tiny world could feel a little bigger again.

Green, without looking away from his mother's face, spoke with a harsh simple tone about something they've been avoiding for so long.

"She's gonna die soon."

It's not like Daisy had how to complain. She felt like chiding him for saying something so gloomy but the odds weren't good for them. The doctors and nurses have been giving them sad, empathetic looks for weeks now.

"Maybe it's for the best." which made his sister frown. But he continued before she could speak up: "Because then she wouldn't need to suffer anymore. Tied to this bed for almost thirty years. Only able to breath because of a machine. Physiotherapy for her legs because she's never been able to get up and walk around anymore.

I know... she's always said it didn't bother her. But I know it did... It does."

Daisy did not feel good about this. Although her little brother has a point, it's just insensitive to say such things out loud. Maybe Sara missed being free, but it doesn't mean her life here was bad.

Right?

It's not because Green blames himself for every little problem in the word that he gets to speak such mean things.

"I thought you had grown up." sharp like a knife, yet quiet. "Mom loves being alive no matter if she had to be in the hospital. She loves us, and she can be happy despite her limitations!"

That is true. But the shame just adds another weight for the scales of his sins. How would he not feel like she could have such a better, fulfilling life if it wasn't by that? We all want out lovely ones to be healthy and happy.

He doesn't look at his sister. Instead, he leans closer to his mother.

Only if he could change places with her. She'd be much happier; she'd be astounding as a history researcher, she'd make everyone so much proud. A gem that would undoubtedly make the world brighter for everyone.

Instead, he's nothing but a boy playing professor.

"You should leave if you're gonna keep acting like a spoiled kid. But... I wish she'd wake up before you go, so you can wish her a happy mother's day."

He doesn't.

Instead, he walks back to the door, still not looking back to his sister. He speaks a little louder now;

"I'm gonna go find Gramps and drag him here." that, Daisy could agree. "If she wakes up..."

"I'll tell her." she nodded slowly, ignoring as the young professor who didn't even took off his jacket left and closed the door behind him.

Despite hating the way he said it, it was clear there was a thing she couldn't disagree, no matter how hard and heart-wrenching it was. She only hopes she right when saying Sara loved her life.

But their mother did not wake up that day.

[gildedoak]

SEASON 1 FINALE, PART 1: Southern Comfort Food, Episode 13 - Apple Tartlets

>>PART TWO

(content warnings: hospitals, vomit)

An anonymous gift box arrived at the hotel...

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[e-m-p-error]

❛ I appreciate everything you do for me. ❜ ( & last one for now-! Fizz for Ozzie @ questionablemuses )

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀 '𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼'.

[ @questionablemuses ]

[ Ozzie ]

The Sin's head popped up and he looked over at Fizzarolli from where he sat in the chair near the imp's hospital bed. One of his ankles rested on his opposite knee with a magazine spread over his thighs. He hadn't exactly been reading it, just looking through the pictures absentmindedly as he waited for Fizzarolli to wake up.

Hearing his voice brought a soft smile to all three of his faces, and he sat up a little straighter. Closing the magazine, he set it aside on the table near the bed before rising to his feet and coming to the other's side.

"You deserve it, Fizz." Ozzie replied easily, his hand floating for a moment over what was left of the other's arm before he coughed a little, "Speaking of, I brought the new prosthetics to see if they fit and how they work for you. If you're ready to test them out?"

[artbyeloquent]

In case you are only counting asks ;)

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I feel like this is enough pens that I can forgo the "5 people" rule for posting a snippet, LMAO.

Total pens: 10

I gotta say, I was REALLY in the flow today. It finally feels like htdo is kinda starting to come together, both in my head and on the page? SCREAMS

content warning: hospitals

Ariel could smell before he could see.

He hadn’t been in a hospital since his top surgery, but the smell was unmistakable. At the surface, it was sweet—linen or lavender or lemon, whatever artificial fragrance was coating the room. Underneath it, though, the antiseptic was inescapably sour. Even the nurses, wearing whatever fragrances their loved ones had given them, couldn’t win the battle against all the sanitizers clinging to their skin and clothes.

It hurt to open his eyes, even with the lights turned low. He might as well have been cracking open thousand-year-old fossils encased in amber. The city lights outside his window burned through the curtains.

It took him a little too long to realize he wasn’t alone.

Rimon and Dev stared at him with hushed anticipation. He winced when his neck resisted his attempts to better turn toward them. The weight of living had his sternum and spine on lock-down.

[tarlosstory]

TARLOS | S1E8 | Part 7 FULL TARLOS STORYLINE | ONLY TARLOS SCENES

[ritz-writes]

me: i know my anxiety is really bad but i have an okay handle on it :)

me after the hospital gave me some anxiety medication to help calm my nerves: oh wow

[spmcomic]

idly theorizing, as usual. but dimentio is missing several important pieces of context.

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[zipsunz]

do you think i'll get into heaven?