#emergency surgery tw

[phoebecarver]

draw of the luck self para locations: fuel frenzy, kismet harbor hospital tw: appendicitis, emergency surgery, illness

What time is it? She thought as she stirred in the backseat of her car. She was shivering despite it not being too cold, but then again, she was still accumulating to the change of temperature from the heat of New York and her travels across the country in the middle of summer. Though the dull ache in her stomach made her think that maybe she was coming down with something. Phoebe wasn't one to get sick, but maybe all the stress and change was catching up to her. She groaned as she sat up and took a drink of her water before starting the car and going to The Daily Drip to get some coffee.

Coffee may have been a bad idea. Her stomach was turning and she swore the pain was getting worse. Maybe a nap would do the trick. It helped sometimes when she was younger. Phoebe moved her seat back and tried to get as comfortable as possible, but it felt like it just made everything worse. The thought struck her mind that maybe she should call out of work, but as she looked at the time on her phone, it was too late to do that without getting into trouble and she couldn’t afford that. So, she put the seat up, drove to the gas station, slipped on her shirt, and went inside.

The manager, Faith, asked if she was okay. Phoebe, of course, lied and said she felt fine. She felt cold, though, and when she rubbed her forehead, it was damp. She probably looked paler than she already was and she kept gripping onto the counter to try to distract her body from the pain in her stomach. The nausea just kept coming and as the time kept moving so slowly, everything kept feeling like it was going from bad to worse. Eventually, she couldn’t fight it anymore and ran towards the bathroom to get sick.

That’s when things ended at its peak. Getting sick made the pain skyrocket and she doubled over; crying out in pain. Hearing a knock on the door and Faith’s voice, Phoebe gritted her teeth as she reached up and opened the door. The shock on Faith's face said it all to Phoebe that something was really wrong. Helping her up, Faith took her out of the bathroom and told the other cashier she was taking her to the hospital. They got into her car and all Phoebe could think about on the drive was how much she was in pain.

The second they arrived, she was wheeled back to an examination room. The test started to begin and all she could do was panic about the money. She tried to tell them all she was fine. The pain, however, said otherwise and eventually it was concluded that she was having appendicitis and needed surgery. She couldn’t argue, she knew how serious it was, so she was put under and went into surgery.

Two hours later, she woke up in a hospital room with Faith sitting there. She told her the surgery went well and if everything went okay the rest of the evening, she could leave in the morning. Phoebe tried to say that she didn’t want that and that she was fine, but Faith told her to say and once she was released, she could stay with her for a few days to rest up. She tried to decline it, but she insisted and besides, where was she to go? She couldn’t call up her uncle or finally reach out to her dad and be like “Hey, I’m your daughter and I just had emergency surgery, can I stay with you?” So, she agreed. Better with her than in her car or the homeless shelter. It’d be fine for a few days at least. 

[leoandreeda]

Please, help me save my Rudy.

This is my pet, Rudy. She got hit by a bus a couple days ago and needs tests and surgeries that are too expensive for me and my family alone.

This was Rudy yesterday. She's awake and may look alright but all the problems she has are on the inside.

We can't have her home (she needs surgeries) and she hasn't been able to sleep without the meds unless we visit her. She even fell asleep in my mom's hand.

Please help us with anything. I'll be eternally grateful.

Shares are very appreciated too.

There's more info in the link down here:

Please, help me save my Rudy.

[feverflushed]

Whumpee is woken up by the feeling of choking and pulling at their throat, and they feel the urge to cough.

A gentle hand squeezes theirs, and a soft voice whispers from their bedside.

"It's okay darling, surgery went well. You'll probably feel a bit hot for a while, you spiked a bit of a fever there..."

Whumpee looks around, confused. The gentle voice continues.

"Do you know where you are? We had to take you to emergency surgery, but you'll be okay."

Whumpee immediately realizes, and their surgical pain, exhaustion, fever and loneliness catches up to them. They start hyperventilating, and sobbing. They just can't stop the tears.

"It's okay dear, you'll be okay, try to breathe regularly." The gentle nurse squeezes their hand again.

"We're taking you back to your room now, so you can sleep off the anesthetic, alright? You did so well."

[heardatmedschool]

“And now’s the time for my least favorite game: ‘Where The Fuck Is The Blood Coming From’?”

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 28: Scars

Week 4 of this bullshit. Only 3 more days left to go! Enjoy.

This is a direct continuation of Day 6: No Where to Go.

Hero x Villain Masterpost

TW: painkillers, anesthesia mention, death mention, surgery, burn scars, mentioned abuse

Hero awoke slowly, their thoughts moving sluggishly through their tired mind. Their eyelids were heavier than bricks, but they forced them open, unease and uncertainty roiling in their stomach. The harsh lights overhead hurt their eyes, and they squinted, trying to filter out the brightness and make out their surroundings.

“Oh, you’re awake now.”

Hero turned their head, finding Villain leaning over them. They realized they were sprawled on a flat, uncomfortable surface. Villain’s head was bowed, their concentration intent upon Hero’s side. Hero tried to see what they were looking at, but they couldn’t raise their head.

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t sedate you enough,” Villain mumbled, reaching for something out of sight. “You were already unconscious, so I had to estimate. I think I gave you enough analgesics though. Does it hurt?”

Hero realized with a sudden jolt of fear that they couldn’t move anything but their eyes and head. Were their arms tied down? They couldn’t feel any restraints… “N… no…” they whispered through numb lips.

Villain nodded, distracted. Their hand returned, now clutching a pair of tweezers with gloved hands. The gloves were splattered with blood. “That’s good. Let me know if that changes. It’s not gonna be fun once they wear off.”

Hero swallowed, eyes darting about the room. The walls were exposed brick, and the only lighting appeared to be the one directly overhead, illuminating Villain’s work. Whatever that work was. Was the blood on their hands Hero’s? The only exit appeared to be a door to Hero’s right, behind Villain.

Metal clicked on metal, and Hero’s eyes darted back as Villain exhaled in relief. “Got the bullet out. Now I just gotta stitch you up and give you some more analgesics and maybe some anesthesia.”

Their words sounded almost foreign to Hero. The only thing they understood through the hazy fog was that Villain… seemed to be helping them? “O… okay….”

Villain worked in silence for a few minutes. Hero still couldn’t see what they were doing, so they gazed at Villain instead. Sometime between when Hero had passed out in that dark alley and when they’d woken up in this room, Villain had removed their mask. Their hair had been hastily pulled back, and Hero could clearly see their profile.

They looked normal enough at first, but as Hero’s eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, they noticed the long, dark scar snaking down Villain’s face. It was old, blending in with their skin tone, but unmistakably a burn scar.

As if in response, the skin on Hero’s upper back tingled, where one of their allies had grazed them during a training session. They’d been drilling reflexes by launching small fireballs at Hero nonstop until they got hit. Once they did, the ally chastised Hero and ordered them to go to the medical bay. They didn’t even help Hero to their feet.

The incident had been almost a month and a half ago, and the burn still wasn’t fully healed. The affected skin itched constantly, especially when Hero tried to sleep. But Hero’s team leader refused to give them anything besides a small amount of aloe on the grounds of ‘building pain tolerance.'

It was all bullshit, as Hero later learned when they broached the idea of taking a break from the team for a little while. None of their ‘allies’ had responded well.

Hero closed their eyes. They didn’t know how long they were trapped in the team headquarters before escaping and fleeing to Villain’s section of the city. They barely remembered most of it, and they didn’t want to. But thinking of it brought images of Whumper, of them beating and belittling Hero for their weakness.

But Whumper was dead now.

Villain had shot them.

Villain had saved Hero.

As if in response to Hero’s thoughts, Villain spoke. “Alright,” they said softly, “I’m done.”

Hero opened their eyes. Villain massaged the sides of their temples, bloody gloves removed. “You’re one stubborn person, Hero,” they said, mouth cracking into an exhausted grin.

“Uh… tha… thank you….”

A look of concern crossed Villain’s face. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, both from the gunshot and…” they gestured to the various cuts and bruises all over Hero’s body. “Honestly, it’s a miracle you woke up at all. I patched up the worst of it, but you’re gonna be recovering for a while.”

Hero blinked, the memory of their team leader fresh in their mind. “Are… are we… safe… here…?”

Villain glanced over their shoulder to the door. A beat of silence passed before they answered. “Yeah, pretty sure. We’re in one of my safe houses right now, no one saw us come in. And the only one who saw you come to me is now dead in an alley which—” they grimaced— “isn’t going to bode well for me whether or not your former team connects the dots.”

“...I’m… I’m sorry I…”

Villain held up their hands, scowling. “Do not apologize. You needed help, you still need help, and I promise you: I’m not gonna let those assholes lay a finger on you. Understand?”

Hero nodded to the best of their ability. Their movement was still limited, but they had begun to regain sensation in their fingers and toes. They wiggled them experimentally. It was like moving someone else’s hand.

The motion caught Villain’s eye, and they smacked the side of their head. “Right. Analgesics. I’ll be right back, you do not want the painkillers to wear off anytime soon.”

Hero watched them leave. They slowly exhaled, trying to calm their racing nerves.

They were safe.

Villain had promised.

Everything would be okay.

Part 1 | Part 3

[audreycritter]

time for my pet PSA again:

if you or a loved one or friend are on an SSRI, please be aware that SSRIs inhibit activity of a liver enzyme that metabolizes some opioids. if you have surgery or an injury/emergency and your pain meds are not working, let your doctor know you might need a different class of pain meds. this info is from a major nine-year study and many doctors STILL don't know to flag contraindications for SSRIs in patient charts.

if you or a loved one are an addict, please be aware that SSRIs increase the risk of opioid overdose because of the uptick in dosage to achieve a high. (if nothing else, make sure you carry narcan in some form for emergencies. goodrx has information on where to get it for free or reduced cost in the united states, or you can search "free narcan" and your state or county in your favorite search engine. this is also useful for anyone who may have an opioid rx for pain management, in case of accidental overdose in the home.)

the study mentioned in the NPR article is here.

[ruthlesslistener]

maybe i shouldnt get into rattlesnake conservation considering how deeply it hurts me everytime i hear someone talk about how much they hate and fear them and the frankly gruesome displays of cruelty and violence that results of that fear and hate

[cardiomyopathies]

81

[calamitys-child]

You could drop a fuckin nuke and wee weegie women would come out of it smiling there's something that just makes them practically indestructible I swear

[seth-whumps]

🫵 I am unfortunately too sick to have the brain cells to give you a specific prompt, but why are so many of your fandoms my long time SpIns?? Like wth, are we like the same same person or smth?! /lh /silly

(that said feels weird to not give a prompt so- you should cover one of your favourites in blood iyw /nf)

anon I love you /p. did you know that. did you

anyway you're so correct and I will be doing that.

here is Prompto whump with Ignis covered in blood. promnis if you want to but they'd do this even if they weren't gonna kiss lmao

-- CW: lots of blood, gore, restraining, emergency surgery, unconsciousness --

When Prompto's eyes flutter open, the sun is blinding.

Not a surprise, given how he's flat on his back and he can't move. Two hands press hard on his chest, digging him into the dirt. He struggles and finds it's useless, because it fucking hurts.

Like how a writhing worm of pure white hot fire pouring into his gut hurts. Not a little pinprick, slipping the knife in training. It's agony in a purified, distilled formula and poured straight into his stomach, like he's been cut open on a surgery table just for the acid to eat through him.

His ears are ringing and he wants to raise a hand to bat at the sound, but someone restrains him there too, wrists straining uselessly.

Prompto tries to speak, to ask why, beg to be let go, and finds his words are occupied by screaming.

Ah. That's the ringing in his ears.

A jolt in his acid-filled stomach and any attempts to stop the yelling are forgone in favor of the pain flooding his senses, and he pulls against the people holding him down, get away, it hurts, fuck it hurts--

"--Shh, shh," and that voice is familiar, soothing, it doesn't stop the pain but he can hear it and he tries to still his movements. Ignis wouldn't hurt him, not without reason. Ignis wouldn't--

Well.

The sun filters and the silhouette he sees blinking through blurry tears is bloody.

Ignis, smooth jaw, square chin, sharp eyes, is soaked through with red. Each angle is dark with the stuff, pouring through the collar of his shirt, running below his nose in rivers. It drips artfully to the grass below his fingertips.

"Shh, Prompto, dear, I'm so sorry," he whispers, and with how rough his throat is, he's been saying that for a long time. "Almost done."

There's no reason why he should be so bloody. Not when Prompto's got the open acid gut like a vivisection on the medical table. It doesn't make sense, but the nails on his hands are caked and there are wet tracks down his cheeks, pulling down the crimson to meet the mess of his neck.

Ignis runs a bloody hand through his pale blond hair, and damn him, he looks like a painting below the silhouetting sun, an angel of vitae and his savior all in one. Fuck. Prompto must be delirious.

"Shh," Ignis whispers again, eyes down, a thumbprint of red on his cheekbone. "It's going to be alright."

"Ig--" he tries, but cuts himself off with another scream.

The acid in his gut is hands, and he knows who they belong to.

"Go to sleep," and Ignis is begging, heartbroken, terrified. "It'll hurt less. I'm so sorry, dear Prompto."

He fights it. Needs to know what's happening to him, why he's broken on the ground, why he can't even move his hands.

But the thought of no pain is sweeter than a drug, and Ignis caresses his cheek with a bloody hand.

The sun filters red, and then black, as he passes out.

--

anon I hope you feel better soon!!! and I hope this was helpful to your ailments 💙

[heardatmedschool]

“I mean, we *can* perform emergency thoracotomies, but what’s really important is that people don’t drive while drunk and good weapon control.”

[wolfbunnyworks]

Please help.

I haven't mentioned this at all, but my family is in dire straits at the moment.

My mom needs life-saving heart surgery ASAP, but our insurance won't cover part of it and we can't afford it. If my mom doesn't get the surgery done she could die.

My mom runs a yearly livestream called "Chickam", where we stream our baby chickens hatching and growing up. If you enjoy Chickam or my art, please consider donating if you can. I would seriously appreciate it.

My emergency commissions are open as well, I am always down to draw for people.

[outragedslime]

Got my tits blown clean off

[cardiomyopathies]

80

[wisemins]

Update abt my health!!

got back home last night at around 2 am im feeling a lot better, but i have a lot to do. I got a referral for a surgeon finally and they got fluids in me that i really needed. They also medicated my stomach to high heaven so it's been feeling better. The internal bleeding seems to have stopped a while ago/was probably a few days old. So I'm okay in that regard. Bottom line, just need to get surgery done, see the doctor to see whats up because the surgery I need still wont solve this issue of mine. But, I did learn new things this ER trip that I really needed to know. So, just wish me luck for this whole process!

[pinkfey]

update on my brother 💃