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17 or 20 for bret and shawn??? whichever you prefer

Hi! I'm really late to this one since I just started writing again after a bad writing block but here you go!

Angst writing prompts, number 20:

"You look like hell"

Content warnings: Mentions of addiction and body image issues

It was so very hard to get rid of the stench.

He tried to open up his windows, letting in the breeze of that cold winter night to wash away every proof of his miserable habits out of the room.

He had never experienced such a freezing winter before. It was cold enough to seep into his bones and leave him burning. And yet it felt almost refreshing, to feel the pain on his skin as he brought himself out in the balcony, hands moving by themselves into his jeans pockets to reach out for the almost empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He bought those cigs when the sun was starting to disappear behind the harsh silhouettes of those buildings only places like New York City could manage to build so tall, they looked like they could break into the sky, and by the pitch black night the pack was almost empty.

He was lucky that hotel was old enough not to have fire alarms installed, and by the look of it, many people had spent their stay smoking cigarettes to turn the once white wallpaper into a sickly yellow.

It was nauseating. The smell, it was all over his clothes, the smoke so thick it covered his room in a sickening stenching haze.

He was living in it; that fucking haze he couldn't get rid of, no matter how much he tried to scrub his shirts and pants with soap and water until the color was washing off of them, no matter how much he brushed his teeth, so hard it hurt, so rough it made his gums bleed.

His teeth were rotting.

Not that he could see it, but he felt it. Everytime he looked into the mirror, examining every single one of them, he didn't seem to find anything wrong. They were alright, maybe a little yellow, nothing a dentist appointment couldn't fix.

Yet he felt it. Aggressively gritting and obsessively licking every tooth, he knew he was rotting.

One time he was kissing this woman in a club. He wouldn't usually remember a lot of it, because kissing a woman in a club implied that he was drunk off his ass and maybe on something else too, but that night was still vivid in his mind, taking a place in his memory so high it almost shared a seat with the time he learned on the news that John Lennon was killed, which was pretty traumatizing, and the first kiss he shared with Bret Hart, which was even more traumatizing.

This one, it was more miserable than anything else. He and this girl were having this sloppy, drunk makeout session, and it was going alright, maybe he could even shoot his shot at her and bring her to his hotel room.

"Your breath is terrible" were the only words that left her mouth after that, looking at him and giggling like it was no big deal. It was a big fucking deal to him, and he was sure no man after a kiss would like to be graced with nothing else than another, more heated kiss.

After that night, he sometimes still checked if it was true or not that his breath was bad. He couldn't tell, at the same time he didn't kiss anybody on the mouth after that to prove it wrong.

Shawn only smoke Newports. The taste of fresh menthol would delude his own body that he wasn't poisoning himself. Unless he was out of them, at that point no beggar was more miserable than him, looking out on the ground for a half smoked cigarette.

Out of the ring everybody knew he was a loser, and that snorting cocaine and smoking flavoured cigarettes instead of cutting heroin only made you a posher junkie, but still a junkie.

New York never slept. At night it was more chaotic than ever, with her glowing lights and the invasive sound of the still busy road. It was during nighttime that the people more similar to him were around. They left their house at the same hour the rats came up from the sewers to invade the streets.

His friends were those kinds of rats, just like him, and he was sure they had already found a place to party and bang some women. Razor was shocked when Shawn refused to join them for that evening.

"Are you okay, man? You seem kinda pale, chico…"

Shawn wasn't sure whether he really looked that sick, but he sure felt like it. He told the man he felt like he was catching a fever, that it was nothing he couldn't fix with some paracetamol and two hours of sleep. Razor was dismissed with a reassuring pat on the shoulder and told to have fun before Shawn could close the door behind his back and spend the rest of the evening not doing any of the things he told him he would do.

There was something strange going on with his body. Everytime he tried checking for his temperature it was alright, yet he was always freezing cold, having to ask every hotel staff for extra blankets to be able to sleep without shivering like a little dog.

He was somatizing his own misery so much even his body was trying to tell him to go fuck himself, that it would make him suffer for it, for he was unable to escape its fate of being bound to him.

Just like all the people he tried to hook up with during the past, they all had some sly way to get rid of him without him even realizing it until they were gone. His body was doing the same, and Shawn was left to wonder if death would come to fuck him and leave him cold the same way his men did.

It was freezing cold and he was still outside, his body betraying him by reaching into that pack of cigarettes until it was empty. A sudden rush of panic surged through him as he felt nothing under his touch, and suddenly, he was out in the streets, making his way along the sidewalks only to find some place to go buy a pack.

He wouldn't smoke them, he promised himself, he only wanted to make sure he had some. That was all a bunch of bullshit, having to go out in the cold for a smoke, selling his ass and pawning all of his expensive watches for a pound of cocaine.

Everybody there knew he was an addict, they loved to use his name to feel better about themselves, because they would never end up like that. They loved to bring up how much of a mess he was in every argument as much as Shawn hated to even let himself remember about it.

He wouldn't usually give a damn about what everybody said behind his back, at least he knew he had his friends. They were the only people he could trust because they were just like him. He could recall all the times he and Razor were getting high on cocaine in some shitty club's bathroom, he could remember all the times Razor saved his ass from overdosing.

"You almost died, man… You almost died. Fuck, don't scare me like that again, don't do it again." Razor was almost screaming in tears, and he had never seen him cry before. To reduce a man so strong like him to tears was Shawn, softly held in his friend's arms on the floor of a dirty bathroom stall, in the most miserable impression of Michelangelo's Pieta.

He should have been grateful Razor was with him, yet as his pale skin regained its original color, the only thing he wished for was that he never cried for him again.

He was scared of losing them, yet he couldn't stop doing stupid shit like going down the street in the middle of the night, walking around a district he didn't know, only to feed his own destruction.

He eventually found an open drug store, and bought a pack of cigarettes before heading back to the hotel.

By the time he was in the building, shaking in his boots at how cold it was outside, he had already smoked two of them.

He was sure the place was empty, because everybody had the habit of going out partying every night during their tour stops. It was an eerie feeling, to hear only his own steps echoing through the hall.

He was sure he was alone until he was not. He hopped into the elevator, and as soon as the doors were closing, he saw the glass doors of the entryway open.

"Thanks."

Shawn stopped the elevator from closing with his foot only to let Bret in.

"It's fucking cold outside"

After he was given no response, the man glanced in Shawn's direction with a confused frown. There was a moment of silence broken by the static sound of the elevator, during which the two of them simply stood next to each other.

"Yeah, I'm not used to it." Shawn's voice came out deeper and rougher than usual, and he cleared his throat as he was not used to speaking, which would be untruthful.

Shawn spoke, even too much, as somebody like Bret would say, so to hear him so avoidant of conversation was concerning.

"Are you not?"

"I live in fucking Texas, dude."

"Right…"

Bret almost sounded hurt by his passive aggressive responses, as if they liked each other. As if they were friends.

It was even more unnerving to see his scrutinizing gaze upon himself like he was trying to read his thoughts. He made sure to visualize a big middle finger for him to see before the silence was broken again.

"You look like hell, Shawn."

Bret's serious tone held the same amount of emotion as those pre-recorded speeches coming from automated phone lines. It was impossible to understand whether he was concerned or straight up insulting.

He had a condescending aura about him, like he was the grown up and Shawn was only a spoiled child to shake his head upon.

"Whatever. Go fuck yourself, man." His own growing frustration was alleviated by the sound of the elevator reaching their floor, and as soon as the doors opened, he dashed out of there as if he was escaping a potential threat.

It wasn't like he was chickening out. He wasn't a coward, and above all that, he wasn't scared of Bret.

However, he must not let anything slip out of him. He was aware of the way his gaze softened, he could feel his own weakening body.

Bret didn't like him, that was for sure. He always made it clear, it didn't matter how much he tried to be nice or hold a conversation whenever they were alone.

He saw him as a threat, only because Shawn was younger and slowly making his way to the top. Shawn was too arrogant for him, too cocky, too libertine, too carefree to stand for his respectable values.

So carefree Shawn was, as he obsessively stared at his own reflection in the full body mirror, hard enough to feel those pale eyes piercing through him with disappointment.

To say he looked like hell was an overstatement. He didn't look that bad, didn't he?

The sudden need to smoke guided him out on the balcony again, reaching for his pack of cigarettes to unwrap it from the plastic and open it.

Looking out, the only other room with the lights on was two balconies far from him. It almost seemed like he and Bret were the only ones populating that place, and suddenly he wondered if Bret always came back to his room so soon. He couldn't know, usually at that time he would be in the club with his kliq.

Sometimes he liked to imagine the lives of the people living inside those lit windows. Perhaps a lot of them were having sex, or watching tv, or reading a book. He was sure more than half of that district was having sex at that moment. Bret wasn't having sex for sure. The man was married, and he was surely loyal to his wife, which was rare for people such as them who traveled all the time, because he didn't show any interest in any woman.

He didn't have time to fully register how weird it was to think about his co-workers sex life, for his attention was caught by the reflection of Bret in the open window and he saw him come out on his balcony too, only some feet away from him.

They didn't share any glance to know about each other's presence, and it was so dumb of him to think of that as something close to intimate, by the way they lit their cigarettes at the same time.

The fresh menthol sunk into his throat at each draw and he was silent, his eyes glued on the sky in front of him to avoid any chance of the other thinking he cared about him being there too.

Shawn didn't even know Bret smoked, but that was only one of the many things Shawn didn't know about him.

It was true that he avoided the man, yet he felt the sudden need to not be alone, sitting in his room all night in utter silence like a loser. His friends were out partying and having fun and he was there, having a depressive episode and craving some kind of interaction with someone he didn't have anything to share with but mutual dislike.

"You smoke?" He made sure to raise his voice to let the other hear, but his words were completely ignored by Bret, who simply stood there, far from him, looking out with his arms crossed on the banister.

A rush of irritation surged through his body at the scenario of the man ignoring him on purpose, until he saw him pull out a tape player attached to his pyjama pants and remove his earphones.

"Are you talking to me?" His voice was loud and clear, and Shawn was relieved. He hated it so much that he was relieved. It made it clear how lonely he was, it showed Bret how weak and pathetic he was to seek his attention.

"No, why?"

"Nothing. I thought I heard something."

An usual awkward silence came after that, the wind bringing to Shawn's nose the familiar smell of weed.

"Is that a joint?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"I said I smoke it to sleep!" Bret raised his voice, turning his whole body towards Shawn as if it would help to hear him better.

"What?!" At that point Shawn was only fucking with him, finding that situation so funny he mocked the other by leaning over the balcony and grabbing the iron rail with his hands, screaming like they were talking from miles away just like Bret did.

Doing that, his half smoked cigarette slipped from his fingers, falling down on the ground and disappearing in the distance. "Motherfucker!" He tried to catch it without any success, looking down with horror as if he had just witnessed the fall of a person.

That made Bret laugh apparently, he heard him as he raised his head towards him and somehow saw in the distance that stupid smile.

"What are you laughing at? I spent thirteen dollars on those motherfuckers!"

"You're so fucking dumb, goddammit." And he laughed again, louder, something that was unusual coming from Bret and was probably only happening because he was high off his ass. It didn't really matter why it was, because Shawn found himself smiling at him after telling him to shut his mouth.

"By the way, didn't mama teach you that sharing is caring?"

Shawn didn't expect for Bret to actually invite him in his room to smoke weed together until he found himself sitting on a bed that was not his own, sharing the fattest joint he ever smoked in his whole life with Bret Hart. That was without a doubt a strange outcoming for that night, to laugh at some stupid story the other man was telling him.

The tv was on the MTV channel, showing some random late night R Rated cartoon, and besides the little lamp on the nightstand, it was the only source of lighting in the room.

Bret told him this story he didn't understand anything about because he was too high and Shawn laughed only because Bret was laughing too.

"So there was this time… I was in a foreign country, hanging out in this club and shit… and I told the guy that was with me to go tell a girl I thought she was hot because I didn't speak their language-" Shawn took a hit from the joint before passing it to Bret, with his head rested on his own arm, and he listened.

"Later I found out that he told her that I was his, that he already put his eyes on me and stuff like that… I was like man that was kinda flattering but I don't swing that way…"

"He was sure into you" His slurred answer was followed by a weaker laugh than the other, as he tried to mask his own discomfort at those last words behind the excuse of tiredness. Of course Bret wasn't a homosexual, it had been years since their first and only kiss. They were drunk and didn't know better, and Marty had probably put something else in their drinks too.

Not that it was a good kiss. As a matter of fact it was sloppy and disgusting and they both regretted it when they sobered up, but that didn't take away from the fact that there was a time when Shawn was sure he was in love with Bret Hart.

Because he was beautiful and talented and he was everything Shawn aspired to be.

Shawn still thought that Bret was good-looking, but he never really did anything about it except from acknowledging that Bret never really liked him and that he was, in fact, married to a woman.

All those thoughts were cut off when the topic of the conversation changed and they continued to endlessly talk about everything and nothing at all, until Shawn was so thirsty he emptied half a water bottle.

He had just finished telling Bret about that time Diesel saved him from being arrested, and he was watching the man roll another joint with half lidded eyes. He felt cotton in his mouth and his head was spinning a bit, and he was now so close to the other he laid with his head on the pillow next to his body. Bret was sitting with his head on the bedpost, so to be able to see his face, Shawn had to look up.

He lit up the joint and passed it to the blonde to take a hit.

"Speaking of Diesel, why aren't you out with him and the others tonight?"

It took some time for Shawn to answer, only because everything was going so well and he didn't want to spoil the mood. Bret didn't need to know about his misery and how messed up he was in the head. He laid there smoking in silence for a good minute, his eyes glued on the ceiling.

"I don't know… I've been feeling like shit lately and I wanted to be alone."

Bret took the joint from his fingers, and Shawn looked up at him only to meet his reddened brown eyes staring back from above.

He was laying there, on Bret's bed, getting looked at, and perhaps he was too high to really register things the way they were but he was sure there was something close to intimacy in that gaze.

Perhaps too much intimacy.

"So you came into my room to smoke weed…" The irony of it all made both of them smile at each other, and Shawn shook his head, rolling his eyes up on the white ceiling again, for it was easier to speak deeper words without feeling those eyes on his.

"I didn't want to be alone alone, I just didn't want to go to a club. Lately they've been going to strip clubs only because they're horny and looking for some chick to bang and honestly… I don't wanna bang any chick."

"That's news."

"Oh, fuck you. Besides that, last time I hit on a girl she told me my breath stank and laughed at me and…" It was indeed childish to fuss over stupid stuff like that. But he was high on weed and every slight change of humor affected him worse than it should, so he felt tears in his eyes that could easily be mistaken for irritation from the smoke that filled the room. "... As you said, I look like hell."

That was probably the deepest conversation he ever had with Bret, and after a moment of silence, he heard him sigh deeply.

"Shawn… I meant that you looked like you were about to cry. I don't think you look ugly or that your breath stinks, you just look sad."

Shawn was miserable, he was a loser, he was pathetic, but he never thought of himself as sad.

Sad was a new word to him to describe himself with, and somehow it was a better word. It implied that maybe that was all a temporary thing, and he was sad, but if he was sad, he could be happy too.

He breathed deeply until that heaviness in his chest dissipated, so he would be able to talk without bursting into tears like a kid.

Like a child he felt. A child who busts his knee and cries, a child who desperately cries into his mother's arms. And she comforts him, she tells him it's gonna get better soon. She tells him the pain is temporary, and that his knee will heal.

She will kiss the pain away.

By the time he opened his eyes again, they were dry of any tears.

"So you don't think that my breath stinks?"

He was able to joke about it, only to earn a little slap on his head and chuckle about it.

"You're a child."

"No, seriously… Does my breath smell bad?"

"How the fuck would I know?" Bret shrugged as if it was nothing important, leaving Shawn wondering if he left him disgusted as much as that girl was, when they kissed each other.

He would have told him. Shawn was sure he would have told him, if he had a bad breath. Bret never missed the opportunity to remind him how impossible it would be for Shawn to even try to reach his level.

He never smelt bad, he never had that stench morbidly attached to his core, as a matter of fact Bret was a stable man. With a nice breath and a family waiting for him at home. His fingers were not turning yellow, and his teeth weren't rotting.

Such a good example of a man reduced to being compared to a messy thing like him. To have to work with him everyday, to see Shawn reach his same heights of success, to stand next to him everyday, next to a man who represented everything a role model like him should condemn.

No wonder why Bret didn't like him all that much. It was strange enough to even see him smoke weed knowing how much shit they got for that from their boss.

"Come and smell it then." Shawn teased. He smoked that joint until there was nothing left but the filter, and passed it to Bret to throw it away.

"I'm not smelling your breath."

"Why not?"

"Because that's fucking disgusting"

"Oh, come on, you're a pussy!"

Shawn elbowed him in the guts with enough force to initiate a slightly painful play fighting, which resulted in Shawn trying to breath in his face and Bret pushing him away with his hand on his face.

"I'm gonna beat your ass for real if you don't stop!" He had him in a chokehold, his eyes so dark he could see his own face staring back. As it usually happened between them, things escalated quickly. No matter how high he was, Bret was still Bret, and Shawn could feel the thin thread of his patience rapidly break down by the growing strength he used to hold him away, like he was ready to put to use some of his old man's teachings.

His reaction was to roughly pull himself out of his grip and back away from Bret like he was avoiding the incoming bite of an angry dog. "C'mon, I was fucking with you."

"Yeah, don't do it again." They were in front of each other now, Shawn busy massaging his own aching jaw as they stared at each other in bewilderment. Bret was pissed off, he sure was for a little, but his gaze slowly softened as he calmed down, and they both laughed. Hearing Bret laugh did some things to him, and even though they were good, the tension in the room did not dissipate, and the relaxation of moments before had disappeared by the time Shawn had put his hands on him.

He had tried all night to not think about it. About him and the way he was still so breathtakingly beautiful in his eyes. He had never seen him that relaxed, let alone speak and smile that much to him.

Bret seldom smiled when he was around him. He made it very clear when he didn't like someone, even if he was always trying to be nice or hold pointless conversations.

Maybe it was better off like that. To be treated like nothing but a co-worker, not even one he would share a beer with.

Because, as he was sitting in front of him, he couldn't think about anything but those lips. Smiling, and pointing right at him. No matter how bad their first kiss was, he was still attracted to him to the point it was dangerous, because he knew Bret could tell. He could tell by the way he slowly let himself closer to him, only to feel the ghost of his warmth. It was pointless to turn his gaze away from him, and so they remained staring at each other in silence. He knew Bret could tell, for there was no wonder in his eyes, as he let go a sigh of resignation.

"No, Shawn…" It almost sounded like yielding, the way he spoke softly, not even trying to repel Shawn from making his way up to sit on his legs.

He was surrendering himself to him, and Shawn could tell what his desires were by the slight opening of his lips. So he swore on those lips, so close he could almost taste them as he spoke.

"It's gonna be good this time. I swear it's gonna be better."

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swedesinstockholm · 1 year ago

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28 janvier

j'ai pleuré toutes les larmes de mon corps en écoutant une émission sur l'amnésie traumatique à la radio cet après-midi. surtout au moment où le présentateur a lu un passage du livre de l'intranquillité de fernando pessoa et qu'il parlait de la vitre qui existe entre lui et le monde. à la fin de l'émission une femme a laissé un message pour dire qu'elle aussi s'était mise à pleurer en l'entendant et j'ai recommencé à pleurer à gros sanglots. je pleurais à chaque témoignage dans lequel je me reconnaissais. j'avais trainé le fauteuil de la salle à manger jusque dans la cuisine pour regarder le ciel et les oiseaux plus confortablement et je faisais que pleurer. j'arrivais même pas à manger mon morceau de gâteau marbré. j'ai noté ICV et EMDR sur une liste de courses qui trainait sur la table. j'ai toujours pas rappelé la psy numéro un. ni le dentiste.

hier après-midi alors que je me morfondais sur le canapé j'ai rouvert mon fichier intitulé the show qui est une longue liste de choses à potentiellement intégrer à ma perf et y avait "violette leduc comme youtubeuse". alors je suis allée ouvrir mon dossier violette leduc et je suis tombée sur un passage de la chasse à l'amour dans lequel elle parle de sa fausse tentative de suicide. elle essaie pas vraiment de se tuer, elle se contente de se lamenter sur son sort en se comparant aux murs (qui ont plus de tenue qu'elle) et en se demandant qui la regrettera (le robinet détraqué) comme la drama queen qu'elle était. je me suis sentie un peu réconfortée par ses jérémiades. elle appelle la mort mme verglas. je l'aime tellement. je me reconnais dans ses difficultés à être mais aussi dans son écriture qui est très orale et rythmée. elle rime même dans ce passage. je l'ai lu plusieurs fois à voix haute et ça m'a donné envie d'en faire un truc. peut être que je pourrais l'intégrer à ma perf, comme j'y parlerai de la mort, peut être que je peux inviter violette leduc dedans, la faire dialoguer avec ma mort à moi.

ce matin sur le parking de la forêt j'étais allongée sur le siège arrière de la voiture en attendant que maman et c. finissent leurs étirements, je les entendais vaguement discuter et j'entendais les voitures passer sur la route et j'entendais la voiture d'à côté qui reculait et j'arrivais à être complètement détachée du présent. mais pas dans le sens de la vitre de fernando pessoa. c'était moins négatif. j'entendais le bruit de la voiture qui reculait à côté comme un bruit situé dans le temps, un bruit appartenant à une époque sur le déclin, un bruit qui va bientôt disparaitre, qui aura existé que quelques centaines d'années, à peine, un instant minuscule sur l'échelle des temps géologiques, et moi j'ai existé pendant ce bref intervalle de temps, en même temps que le bruit des voitures. pourquoi?

autres trucs: j'ai regardé beaucoup d'épisodes du podcast de rachel bilson et melinda clarke sur newport beach et je me suis rendu compte que seth cohen me faisait penser à r. ça va mieux ma mélancolie. sans doute parce qu'on a passé la semaine à s'écrire. y a pas de mystère. hier soir en voyant f. avec sa copine (j'évitais soigneusement de les regarder à chaque fois qu'elles se faisaient des câlins) ça me donnait une seule envie: avoir r. à côté de moi. parfois je me demande si la raison pour laquelle j'arrive pas à m'en remettre en fait c'est juste parce que je veux pouvoir prouver à tout le monde que je suis normale et que moi aussi je peux avoir quelqu'un qui m'aime assis à côté de moi. c'est l'idée de notre couple, l'image, le symbole, le message. je voulais être assise à table avec lui et que tout le monde soit charmé par notre relation tendre et complice et notre humour désopilant. rachel bilson aussi elle voulait le couple parfait avec adam brody et ça va faire vingt ans qu'ils se sont séparés et elle s'en est toujours pas remise. peut être que mon obsession adolescente pour newport beach a bousillé mon cerveau.

vazy j'ai encore été interrompue par nul autre que r. ça fait trois heures qu'on s'envoie des chansons et qu'on discute de yacht rock et des subtilités des synthés 80s et qu'il fait son snob ultra plus plus et puis il m'envoie un gros truc de tangerine dream en me demandant j'ai besoin de ton avis à sept minutes t'aimes bien ce passage? i need your take on this et j'avais l'impression qu'il disait ça pour me mettre dans sa poche parce que je vois pas en quoi il aurait besoin de mon avis, mais il sait très bien que j'y suis déjà dans sa poche, et puis pourquoi il voudrait me mettre dans sa poche d'abord?

mais c'est pas de ça que je voulais parler, enfin si je parlais de notre couple parfait à table chez c., de notre magnifique couple par opposition à celui de f. et sa copine s. (je suis un monstre), hétéronormé et bien habillé. hier soir j'avais envie d'avoir l'air le plus classique possible (carré bien propre, pull bleu marine à col montant, pantalon en velours noir, converse. bon c'est juste ma tenue de tous les jours en fait) quand j'ai vu s. j'ai eu cette réaction viscérale de vouloir me démarquer d'elle et de f., de dire je suis au dessus de tout ça moi, je suis sophistiquée, je suis intemporelle, j'ai pas besoin de me faire une coupe mullet arc-en-ciel informe pour être subversive, je suis subtile, et surtout j'ai bon goût. pourquoi je suis comme ça? c'est pour me protéger, protéger mon petit coeur blessé, ou je suis juste trop française? j'avais les mains gelées malgré le feu dans le poêle et la fondue et f. me les a tripotées avec ses mains chaudes jusqu'à ce qu'elle en ait marre. j'ai bien aimé ce petit moment de communication non verbale très doux, je voulais plus que ça s'arrête.

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Lords Vote

On: National Insurance Contributions (Secondary Class 1 Contributions) Bill

Baroness Kramer moved, as an amendment to the motion that the bill be read a second time, at end to insert “but that, while recognising the need to rebuild public services and finances, this House regrets that the Bill risks worsening pressures in the NHS and social care by placing costs on GPs and dentists, social care providers and hospices; increases burdens on small businesses, early years providers, universities and charities; and penalises part-time work, and puts jobs and economic growth at risk”. The House divided:

Ayes: 46 (82.6% LD, 6.5% XB, 4.3% DUP, 2.2% , 2.2% UUP, 2.2% Green) Noes: 61 (93.4% Lab, 6.6% XB) Absent: ~717

Likely Referenced Bill: National Insurance Contributions (Secondary Class 1 Contributions) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision about secondary Class 1 contributions.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Lords Bill Stage: 2nd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Liberal Democrat (38 votes)

Addington, L. Beith, L. Bowles of Berkhamsted, B. Brinton, B. Bruce of Bennachie, L. Dholakia, L. Featherstone, B. Foster of Bath, L. Fox, L. Garden of Frognal, B. German, L. Goddard of Stockport, L. Grender, B. Hamwee, B. Harris of Richmond, B. Humphreys, B. Hussain, L. Kramer, B. Lee of Trafford, L. Newby, L. Northover, B. Oates, L. Pidgeon, B. Pinnock, B. Purvis of Tweed, L. Russell, E. Scriven, L. Sharkey, L. Sheehan, B. Stoneham of Droxford, L. Storey, L. Strasburger, L. Suttie, B. Thomas of Winchester, B. Thornhill, B. Wallace of Saltaire, L. Wallace of Tankerness, L. Willis of Knaresborough, L.

Crossbench (3 votes)

Alton of Liverpool, L. Londesborough, L. O'Loan, B.

Democratic Unionist Party (2 votes)

Dodds of Duncairn, L. McCrea of Magherafelt and Cookstown, L.

Non-affiliated (1 vote)

Taylor of Warwick, L.

Ulster Unionist Party (1 vote)

Elliott of Ballinamallard, L.

Green Party (1 vote)

Bennett of Manor Castle, B.

Noes

Labour (57 votes)

Anderson of Stoke-on-Trent, B. Beamish, L. Beckett, B. Berkeley, L. Blake of Leeds, B. Blower, B. Bradley, L. Browne of Ladyton, L. Campbell-Savours, L. Carter of Coles, L. Chandos, V. Coaker, L. Cryer, L. Davidson of Glen Clova, L. Davies of Brixton, L. Drake, B. Eatwell, L. Foulkes of Cumnock, L. Grantchester, L. Griffiths of Burry Port, L. Grocott, L. Hanson of Flint, L. Harman, B. Harris of Haringey, L. Hayter of Kentish Town, B. Hendy of Richmond Hill, L. Hendy, L. Hermer, L. Howarth of Newport, L. Keeley, B. Kinnock, L. Knight of Weymouth, L. Layard, L. Leong, L. Liddle, L. Livermore, L. McNicol of West Kilbride, L. Merron, B. Morris of Yardley, B. Nye, B. O'Grady of Upper Holloway, B. Osamor, B. Ponsonby of Shulbrede, L. Prentis of Leeds, L. Rebuck, B. Reid of Cardowan, L. Rooker, L. Smith of Basildon, B. Spellar, L. Stansgate, V. Taylor of Stevenage, B. Tunnicliffe, L. Twycross, B. Warwick of Undercliffe, B. Wheeler, B. Whitaker, B. Wood of Anfield, L.

Crossbench (4 votes)

Hogan-Howe, L. Macpherson of Earl's Court, L. Meacher, B. Patel, L.

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medicalofficespace1445 · 3 months ago

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Medical Office Spaces for Lease in Irvine, CA

Irvine, California, has emerged as a premier destination for businesses and professionals, including the healthcare sector. Known for its modern infrastructure, excellent amenities, and strategic location in Orange County, Irvine offers an exceptional opportunity for medical professionals seeking Irvine Medical Space for Lease. Whether you're a physician, dentist, therapist, or healthcare consultant, leasing a medical office in Irvine can elevate your practice.

Why Choose Irvine for Your Medical Office?

1. Prime Location: Irvine is strategically positioned in the heart of Orange County, making it easily accessible for patients coming from nearby cities such as Newport Beach, Tustin, and Santa Ana. With its proximity to major freeways like the I-5 and I-405, as well as John Wayne Airport, Irvine ensures convenient connectivity for both clients and professionals.

2. Thriving Community: Irvine is home to a diverse, growing population that values high-quality healthcare services. The city's affluent and health-conscious residents provide a solid patient base for a wide range of medical practices.

3. Cutting-Edge Facilities: Many medical office spaces for lease in Irvine come equipped with state-of-the-art facilities tailored to the needs of healthcare providers. From ADA-compliant designs to advanced HVAC systems and ample parking, these spaces are built to support efficient and comfortable patient care.

Features of Medical Spaces for Lease

Medical office spaces in Irvine cater to various specialties and practice sizes. Here are some features you can expect:

Flexible Layouts: Spaces can be customized to include consultation rooms, treatment areas, and administrative offices.

Modern Interiors: High-quality finishes and contemporary designs that create a welcoming environment for patients.

Ample Parking: Dedicated parking areas for patients and staff.

Compliance-Ready: Many spaces meet local healthcare regulations, including ADA compliance and proper zoning.

Proximity to Hospitals: Many leases are near renowned healthcare institutions, making referrals and collaborations seamless.

Benefits of Leasing vs. Owning

Leasing a medical office offers flexibility and cost-effectiveness, especially for new or expanding practices. Benefits include:

Lower Upfront Costs: Leasing avoids the significant capital investment required to purchase a property.

Scalability: You can choose a space that fits your current needs and upgrade as your practice grows.

Prime Locations: Leasing often allows access to high-demand areas that may not have properties for sale.

Maintenance and Repairs: Many lease agreements cover maintenance, allowing you to focus on patient care.

Available Leasing Options

In Irvine, medical office spaces are available in diverse settings, from standalone buildings to spaces within professional complexes or mixed-use developments. Leasing options vary in size and can accommodate solo practitioners or multi-provider practices.

Find Your Ideal Space Today

If you're ready to elevate your medical practice in one of Southern California's most vibrant cities, explore the available Irvine Medical Space for Lease. With excellent infrastructure, a supportive community, and a focus on quality healthcare, Irvine is the perfect location to grow your practice. Contact local leasing agents or real estate experts today to find the medical office space that fits your needs and budget.

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doctorsmiledentalgroup · 16 days ago

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How to Choose the Best Dentist for All-on-4 Implants in Newport Beach

Losing most or all of your teeth can significantly impact your quality of life, affecting everything from your ability to eat and speak comfortably to your self-confidence. Fortunately, All-on-4 dental implants offer a revolutionary solution, providing a full arch of permanent, natural-looking teeth supported by just four strategically placed implants.

However, the success of this procedure hinges on choosing the right dentist. If you're in Newport Beach, CA, and considering All-on-4 implants, this guide will help you navigate the selection process, with a special focus on why Dr. Smile Dental Group might be the perfect fit for you.

Understanding All-on-4 Implants: A Life-Changing Solution

The All-on-4 technique is a game-changer for those seeking a permanent solution for extensive tooth loss. Unlike traditional dentures, All-on-4 implants provide superior stability, functionality, and aesthetics. Key benefits include:

Full Arch Restoration: Replaces an entire arch of missing teeth with a single, fixed prosthetic.

Immediate Functionality: Patients can often enjoy immediate use of their new teeth after the procedure.

Less Invasive: Typically avoids the need for bone grafting, making it a suitable option for patients with bone loss.

Cost-Effective: Can be more affordable than replacing each tooth individually with implants.

Improved Oral Health: Helps preserve jawbone density and prevents the sunken facial appearance associated with tooth loss.

What to Look for in an All-on-4 Dentist in Newport Beach

Choosing the right dentist is paramount for a successful All-on-4 procedure. Here's what to prioritize:

Extensive Experience and Training: Look for a dentist with specialized training and a proven track record in All-on-4 implant dentistry. Dr. Cross plans and implements every stage of the procedure and custom-designs the full-arch restorations that attach firmly to each set of four dental implants.

Comprehensive Consultation: The dentist should conduct a thorough examination, including a review of your oral health history and a CAT scan to assess your jawbone structure. This comprehensive evaluation is crucial for determining your candidacy for All-on-4 implants and developing a personalized treatment plan.

Advanced Technology: The best dentists utilize state-of-the-art technology, such as 3D imaging and guided surgery, to ensure precise implant placement and optimal results. Newport Center Smile Design uses implants from Neodent®, a Straumann Group Brand, which makes the most trusted and reliable dental implants available today.

Sedation Options: All-on-4 surgery involves the placement of multiple implants, so it's essential to choose a dentist who offers sedation options to ensure your comfort throughout the procedure.

Clear Communication and Transparency: The dentist should clearly explain the All-on-4 procedure, potential risks and benefits, and the associated costs. They should also be readily available to answer your questions and address any concerns you may have. The All-on-Four dental implant procedure can often be completed in a single visit, lasting approximately 2 to 4 hours.

Focus on Aesthetics: Your new teeth should not only be functional but also aesthetically pleasing. Choose a dentist with an artistic eye who can create a natural-looking smile that complements your facial features1. The implants are tailored to match the natural appearance of teeth, ensuring a seamless smile.

Reviews and Testimonials: Check online reviews and testimonials to gauge the experiences of other patients.

Why Dr. Smile Dental Group Could Be Your Ideal Choice

While I don't have specific information about "Dr. Smile Dental Group" from the provided search results, you can assess their suitability by considering the following factors based on the general best practices for All-on-4 procedures:

Expertise and Training: Does Dr. Smile Dental Group have dentists with extensive training and experience in All-on-4 implant dentistry?

Technology and Techniques: Do they utilize advanced technology and proven techniques for All-on-4 procedures?

Focus on Patient Comfort: Do they offer sedation options and prioritize patient comfort throughout the process?

Comprehensive Care: Do they provide comprehensive consultations, personalized treatment plans, and ongoing support?

Aesthetic Results: Do they have a strong focus on creating natural-looking, aesthetically pleasing smiles?

Patient Reviews: What are other patients saying about their experiences with Dr. Smile Dental Group?

If Dr. Smile Dental Group meets these criteria, they could be an excellent choice for your All-on-4 implant needs.

The All-on-4 Procedure at a Glance

Regardless of which dentist you choose, the All-on-4 procedure typically involves the following steps:

Comprehensive Consultation: A thorough examination, including X-rays or CAT scans, to assess your oral health and bone structure.

Treatment Planning: Development of a personalized treatment plan based on your individual needs and goals.

Implant Placement: Surgical placement of four titanium implants into your jawbone.

Temporary Restoration: Attachment of a temporary set of teeth to the implants, allowing you to function normally while the implants heal.

Osseointegration: A healing period of several months, during which the implants fuse with your jawbone.

Final Restoration: Placement of a permanent, custom-designed set of teeth that securely attach to the implants.

The Road to a New Smile Starts Here

Choosing the best dentist for All-on-4 implants in Newport Beach is a crucial decision that can significantly impact the success of your treatment and your overall satisfaction. By carefully considering the factors outlined in this guide and thoroughly researching your options, you can find a dentist who can help you achieve a beautiful, functional, and long-lasting smile.

If Dr. Smile Dental Group aligns with these criteria, schedule a consultation to discuss your needs and discover if All-on-4 implants are right for you.

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