#good times. still kinda wish it was appendicitis so I could be like yeah

[highwayphantoms]

ugh I was going to sit down and write tonight but now my organs are big fucking mad, which is, of course, consuming my active brain power

things I can do while my brain is preoccupied: watch TV, listen to music, play lightweight video games that don’t require much Brain

things I cannot do while my brain is preoccupied: difficult video games, creative writing, problem solving, etc

[mikrokoskooks]

Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3

Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)

Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t

Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.

Namjoon's POV

"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.

I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.

Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.

"Actually,  I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,

"Guys. I don't feel very well"

Oh no.

"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel

"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.

I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.

While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.

Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.

You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?

~~~

When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.

I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"

Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says

"It did taste kinda funny.."

"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"

See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.

~~~

It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.

I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?

I've jinxed it

As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.

"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"

" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out

"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.

"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.

Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"

I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.

The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"

"Okay"

~~~

As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.

When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.

We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.

Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."

"Ah yeah, I've  just got a stomach ache."

I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.

"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."

"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.

Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.

The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.

Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.

Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"

I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"

"Are you sure? You really don't look well"

I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.

As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.

Taehyung's POV

I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.

Normal POV

Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.

"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"

"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.

"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.

"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."

The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.

The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."

The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.

"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."

"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.

In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.

"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.

The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.

The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.

~~~

When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.

"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.

"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."

The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.

Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.

Sorry if the endings a bit bad my brain kinda gave up.

[monsterrae1]

Hello lovely Rae! 💖 for the hesitant love prompts: "what can I get you? do you need water? a hug? space?" Pretty pls 💕

Ryan, Baby, I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this! Things have been, well, they've been better. Hope you like this!

_

Eddie Diaz had been shot more times than anyone should’ve been in one lifetime, he had been to war, he had been buried alive under 40ft of mud, he had nearly drowned while getting himself out of said 40ft of mud, he had survived so many near death experiences, but the tuesday night his appendix decided to burst? Eddie thought for sure he was going to die. 

It really came out of nowhere, he hadn’t been feeling bad at all, no fevers, no nausea, no abdominal pain, he had been completely fine one moment, helping out their vic into the ambulance and calming the nerves of the partner who had never seen a broken leg before, and the next thing he knew he was doubling over in pain, throwing up into the asphalt, his insides feeling like they were tearing open. 

If he didn’t know better he’d think that he had been shot again. 

Bobby and Chim were by his side in an instant asking him what was wrong, and if anything had happen, Eddie could only shake his head, but as soon as they tried to move him, he was hit with another wave of excruciating pain and dropped to the floor, curling into himself. That’s when he felt a couple of big hands cradle his head and brush their fingers over his cheeks.

“Eddie? Eddie, what's wrong?” Buck asked him, and Eddie made an effort to open his eyes again. 

“Hurts, stomach, i don’t know” He grumbled, wishing it would just stop. 

Bobby must’ve called for a second rig because next thing Eddie knew he was being rolled into a gurney and transported to the ER, 

“What the hell is wrong with him, chim?” Buck asked from next to him, Eddie was holding into his hand tight enough that he might’ve done some damage. 

“My best guess? Appendicitis?” 

The last thought of Eddie’s head was, oh fuck, before pain made him pass out. 

Next time he opened his eyes he was staring at the hospital’s room ceiling, he tried to move but he felt the very distinct pull of stitches in his abdomen.

“Ugh” He tried to say, but his throat was too dry.

“We’ll be home soon, ok, bud? Be good for Carla” Eddie turned his head following the sound of Buck’s voice, he had his back to Eddie, and was still wearing his uniform, he had his phone on his ear, and nodding along to whatever Chris was saying on the other side “I will bud, I’ll let you know when the doctor tells me anything, okay?”

“Buck?” Eddie tried again, this time managing to make more noise and startling Buck and making him turn around “What happen?” 

“Hey” He said softly “How are you feeling?” 

Eddie frowned, making a mental check of himself, his thoughts were too fuzzy for him to make a proper check, but he didn’t feel like his stomach was being torn open so he figured that was good.

“Alive?”  He ended up saying, making Buck laugh. 

“Yeah, gave us quite the scare there buddy” 

Eddie smiled at him “Sorry, when can we go home?” 

“Tomorrow maybe” 

Eddie hummed and closed his eyes “Chris waiting for you?” 

“Yeah, I’m picking up dinner from that Italian place you pretend you don’t like? Sorry you’re gonna miss out” 

“Mean” 

Buck was still laughing when Eddie fell back asleep. 

He ended up staying at the hospital for 2 days, it wasn’t by far his longest stay at the hospital but towards the second day he was already climbing the walls, he was fine, he was ready to go after the first 24 hours, but because his incision was slightly red and swollen. He was fine, the doctors were just annoying. 

“C’mon” Buck said, guiding Eddie into the house, he would’ve complained that he didn’t need the help, but the truth was that he kinda did. It was too early for him to be heading to bed, so he asked Buck to set him up on the sofa where he could watch Buck tinker around the kitchen or play video games if he got bored. 

“You’re all set up” Buck said once Eddie was laying down on the sofa, his back being supported with what seemed like every pillow in the house, “I’m gonna get you a snack in a second, what else can I get you? Do you need water? A hug? Space?” 

Eddie stared at him for a second “You know what, a hug would be nice” 

Buck chuckled, helping Eddie sit up and wrapped him in his arms, Eddie rested his head on Buck’s shoulder and breathed him in. 

“Thank you Buck, for everything you do for us” 

Buck hummed “You I love it, I love helping you guys out” 

Eddie hugged him tighter for a minute, promising himself that once he was better, he was going to tell Buck just how much he meant to him.

[hermannsthumb]

hello, I'd love to see newmann with 27 and 45 from the prompt fill you've been doing :)

27. sick/injured fic + 45. chocolate of romance

from fanfiction trope mashup here

another old fill…….

—————–

“You what?” Hermann says.

Newt sighs and wedges his cell phone between his ear and shoulder. Technically, the Shatterdome has very strict rules about cell phones in the med wing–the rules being definitely not allowed, because they interfere with the high-tech equipment they need to observe rangers’ brain scans or something like that–but Newt’s nurse is MIA and the other beds are empty, so he just snuck it out of his discarded jacket and crossed his fingers. It’s not his fault the only person who would visit him is busy half a world away. “I have appendicitis. Or, like–I did, I guess. Can’t really have appendicitis without an appendix. Ha!”

Hermann is quiet on the other end. Then: “Oh, Newton, you didn’t take it out yourself?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Newt says, though he can’t deny the thought crossed his mind as he rolled in agony on the lab floor, his scalpel just inches away. “No, I promise. I managed to get myself to medical in time.” He adjusts his phone again. “I can’t believe it’s just gone. A whole fucking organ. I kinda want to keep it in a jar or something on my desk. Like I’m Dr. Frankenstein.” That would be a hell of a conversation starter.

“Absolutely not,” Hermann says.

“Yeah, that’d be creepy.”

(It would be cool, actually.)

More silence from Hermann. He clears his throat. “Appendicitis. That’s…not too serious, is it?”

“Beats me,” Newt says. “It hurt like a bitch. I’m gonna have a pretty cool scar, though.” He lifts his bedsheet and hospital gown in one swoop to take a peep at his stitches: the scar won’t be quite as cool as the vaguely star-shaped one on his knee he got in college, but it’ll still look impressive.

“And you’re…” Hermann coughs this time, and when he speaks, it sounds like it’s being wrenched painfully out of him. Newt can’t help but smile. Trust Hermann to be allergic to even the smallest sign of emotion–even the smallest sign that he doesn’t, like, hate Newt’s guts. “…Alright? It all went well?”

“I’m fine,” Newt says. “They’re holding me hostage for a few days to make sure I don’t screw up my stitches. Anyway, I just wanted to say that if you get a call from medical later, don’t be worried. It’s just me!” He listed Hermann as his emergency contact years ago, mostly as a joke, but never really got around to changing it.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Hermann says, though he doesn’t really sound that glad. 

“And, you know,” Newt says, “it’s kind of boring just sitting here. All alone.”

“Mm,” Hermann says. “I imagine.”

“No visitors,” Newt says.

Hermann sighs. “Newton, I can’t up and get on an airplane just because you want someone to coddle you. Perhaps you would have some visitors if you weren’t an utter, horrendous nightmare to every single one of our colleagues.”

“Right, right,” Newt says, grinning. That’s what he misses the most about Hermann, if he’s being honest: his bitchiness. No one ever insults him the way Hermann does.

“Hm,” Hermann says. “Well. Goodnight, Newton.”

Newt decides not to remind him that–here in Hong Kong–it’s solidly morning, and instead says, cheerfully (because Hermann’s put him in a spectacular mood), “Night, dude!”

It’s been…weird, here without Hermann. Newt knows it’s their job to do whatever’s asked of them to further the advancement of k-science–to go wherever they’re told to go, calculate whatever they’re told to calculate–but. It’s just that things had been going really good with Hermann, and Newt was starting to think they were reaching territory that might even be considered amicable, and then the night before Hermann had to pack up and leave for three whole months they drank a little too-much and got a little too-close on the lab couch–well, it’s just a bad time for Hermann to be away from him, is all. If Newt had his way, Hermann would be here, and maybe even closer than he’d been on the lab couch. 

(“Three whole months,” Hermann said solemnly.

“Three boring months,” Newt said.

“Peaceful months,” Hermann said. “No one to make my life a living bloody nightmare–and a lab to myself–oh, I almost wish it was longer. I ought–” He spilled his drink onto his sweater. “–I ought to speak to the Marshal right now and ask him to make it permanent.”

Newt knew he was lying, just as well as he knew that there was no way Pentecost would ever let a mathematician as good as Hermann–high-maintenance and fussy as he was–out of his Shatterdome for good, but he did Hermann the favor of not pointing either of these things out. Instead, he ducked his head. “I’ll miss you,” he confessed.

“Oh, Newton,” Hermann sighed. “Yes, well. I’m sure I’ll miss you too.”

They looked at each other. Newt touched Hermann’s hand. “Goodbye present,” he said, and he leaned in, and Hermann leaned in, and…)

“Dr. Geiszler!” Newt’s nurse snaps, rearing his head back around Newt’s curtain, and Newt drops his phone with a clatter and a yelp.

“Sorry!” he says. “Sorry, I swear it was important!”

On the third day of his (visitor-less) hospital stay, Newt wakes to a bouquet of roses and a small pink box nestled alongside unappealing toast on his food tray. The roses are squished and wilted, and look like they’ve seen much better days; the box is shaped like a heart. Newton, a tag on each says. “What are these?” Newt says groggily.

“They were dropped off for you this morning,” Newt’s nurse says.

Newt waits until he’s gone to take off the lid of the box. It’s full of chocolate, it turns out, from the last candy shop still open in the city. A sheet inside advertises they contain two dozen different fillings, from caramel to strawberry to matcha. Under the sheet he finds a small, typed notecard:

I thought these��might cheer you up.Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

“You sent me chocolate,” Newt says into the phone half an hour later, through a mouthful of about three of them. They’re fucking good. To be honest, though, wartime rationing means it’s been so long since Newt’s had chocolate that he might have just forgotten what it’s supposed to taste like. Hermann must’ve shelled out a fortune for it regardless. “That’s so corny.”

“And flowers,” Hermann says. He sounds grumpy. Right–time difference. He  was probably just getting ready for bed when Newt called. “Or did they not turn up? It was a rather last-minute decision, and I had to place the order before midnight, so I had…limited options.”

That would explain the wilting. It’s the thought that counts, though. “They got here,” Newt says. “I can’t believe you did all this for me!”

“Yes, well,” Hermann says. “We are…”

He trails off. Newt smiles, even though he know Hermann can’t actually see it. (He hoped the event on the lab couch wouldn’t be a one-time thing.) “We are,” he agrees.

Hermann sniffs, and mumbles something that might be I miss you, if Newt thought Hermann was capable of being sentimental. “I will see you in another two weeks,” he says, somehow managing to sound flustered and gruff at the same time. He hangs up.

Later that week, Newt tucks the card into the corner of his bulletin board, next to a photo of Hermann looking particularly grumpy at the last Shatterdome New Year’s Eve party. He does still kind of wish he could keep the appendix.

[personher]

This is the next part to the Jongho fluid/angst. Non of it is edited, so sorry! But enjoy!

They nodded yes and we said our goodbyes. It was quite again. I decided to take a nap.

~~~~~~~~~~Three hours Later~~~~~~~~~~

"owwwww...." I groaned. I woke up to a pain in my lower right abdomen again. I was alright, getting better too. I called the nurse to ask if I could have some water. Five minutes later, I had some water in my hand, quiet bored.

"So, why did you decide to become a nurse?"

"Me?" She questioned.

"Yeah."

"Well, my love worked in a hospital. He loved helping people and was so kind. He was just as sweet at sugar. He deticated his life to helping others. He donated to Charity's, food drives, and homeless shelters."

"Wow, he really was a saint."

"Yeah, and the center of my universe. He worked here and helped those with the really bad and contagious diseases along with several other medical conditions and diseases. He eventually came down with one and was very sick. He died not too long after catching it. He had other heath problems along with it. He inspired me so much. His last words to me were 'always do what's right and pay it forward.' He inspired me to become a nurse and help people. I love my profession so much."

"Wow, that's really sweet. I'm glad he inspired you. If I may ask, how did you meet?"

" That's a funny story actually. He was trying to be a famous actor. He had a group of friends that he always Hung out with. They were nice. I got really close with the oldest. He was like a brother to me. He got into a car crash and died as well, sadly. After a while of avoiding them, I finally hung out with them again. I stayed away from the group and so did he. We got closer as we grieved his death. He got back to his career but something has changed between us. He stayed with the group and all but he was with me in a different way as well."

This story was pretty cool.

"After a few months of feeling this way, I asked him out and he said yes. A few months in, he had to go away for his career and I was here broken. We had a huge fight and broke up. I felt like he wasn't making any time for me. That week we were supposed to go to the beach as well. The time away, he was sad and so was I. We may have had our fights, but we loved each other very much. We made up after a while. We were a nice couple again. With our ups and downs of course!"

Everybody has ups and downs. This sis such a sweet story but it's so perfect, as if it were a fairy tale. Most 'love stories' aren't this cute.

"After about five good years, I fell sick and was in the hospital on and off. He was by my side the whole time. He was still pursuing his dream, along with helping Charity's. He told be to always be strong and to be the change you want to see. For some strange reason, these words were so warm and endearing. I got better after a few months of treatment. Because of that struggle, he said he would do the best he could to help more people international. He saw how bad my illness got and wanted to help people all around the world that had illnesses."

"Wow, internationally!"

"Yes, he successfully went around the world, delivering food, water, and helping give out medicine to the sick and poor. Skip about another five years and he fell sick with many things. He had already been battling Colin Cancer and now he had infections and diseases from being around so many I'll people. He came back to me to say 'I loveyou! Carry on my work will you?' he went to the hospital and died that night. They dis everything they could but he waited to long to get treatment. He was as stubborn as a muhl."

"He seems truly amazing."

"He was. His last words, the words that are still in my heart till this day, 'always do what's right and pay it forward.' he knew I would latch onto those words. His eyes were so pure as he looked at me."

"Wow, this is so sweet. He seemed like such a kind man."

"Yeah, anyways, how are you feeling?"

" I'm feeling just fine. But, do you have anything I can eat? I'm hungry."

The nurse chuckled to herself before saying, " Didn't your friend say you liked mint ice cream?"

"He told you that, I feel so touched! Mint is my favorite!" I said

"Well then, would you like some mint ice cream to help 'sooth' your stomach?"

I nodded my head a little. "Thank you." I replied

"No no, not at all hun! You know, this kinda reminds me of when I was in the hospital. He told the nurses my favorite foods. Young love, so long ago. I hope you two work out."

"Oh, Miss! You've got it all wrong

We're best friends, not lovers!"

"Oh, sorry, I misunderstood the situation."

"It's fine." I said in a warm tone. How I wish it were true.

~~~~~~~~~°_° the next day °_°~~~~~~~~~

"Good morning Miss. Y/L/N. You are going to be discharged today. We called your parents to pick you up. We will run a ok me test and will give you a few prescription meds to take. You should not do a lot of physical exercise and you need to eat easy foods. Your parents will be here in a few hours." The doctor told me.

In those few hours, they took some samples of my blood and such. It was weird. They gave me some instructions on the meds andy diet. They talked to me about my body and how it works when you get appendicitis. "Okay, when I get home I will take it easy and take meds every day." I repeated after them.

The nurse that I talked to gave me a warm goodbye as I left. My parents to me to my house where they said Jong-ho was waiting. He was so sweet. They dropped me off and said they will call me everyday and make sure I'm doing as the doctor instructed.

I went inside to meet a worried Jong-ho sitting on the couch I opened the door and he jumped up to go and hug me.

"Hey, I'm back so I'm good. Healing, but I'm okay."

"Oh my goodness, I was so worried! I got a break from my schedule right now. Your parents called me and said you would be getting home around now." Jong-ho said.

We sat down in the kitchen and we had a small and easy meal as we talked about all this crazyness was happening.

"All the members say hello. We were all worried sick. Especially Hongjoon, Yunho, and I. We are so glad you're okay. I was worried you wouldn't be." He said.

"Really, I'm touched you worried about me. How are the others? I miss them so much. I'm fine though."

"They're all okay. Wanna play a board or card game?"

"Sure!" I said enthusiastically, I was bored out of my mind in the hospital.

We played Uno, Trouble, Sorry, Sushi Go, Phase Ten, Unstable Unicorns, and Twoitaire(Solitaire for two people). We played for hours, laughing, slamming our hands against the table, groaning in frustration, smiling uncontrollably, having mischievous grins, and sighing in relief. It was nice. Having a great time with a friend. It was now 5:30 ish and he had to leave. Once he left, I already missed him.

"What to do now?" I questioned myself out loud. I decided to watch some movies. I binged the Twighlight Series again. It was great. I then made get up and feed my cat. I called for but she was under the table. I got into the shower and went to bed. The next morning I woke up to a message from Jongho.

Hey y/n! I love you so much. The days in the hospital were hard and seeing you finally home made me so much more happy. Is that even proper grammar? Probably not but who cares. Anyways, seeing you in the hospital made me realize that I like you. I like you so much. We have been friends, no, best friends for years! I love you. You don't need to ever see me again. You don't even have to respond or stay friends. The years I've know you were hopefully enough. You complete me. I love you. I hope you do too, but if don't, that's okay. Bye~

[mst3kproject]

1003: Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders – Part I

Before I sought it out to do this review, I had never seen Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders in any format but the MST3K episode, and even that I'd only seen once.  At some point in the planning stages of this blog I realized I was going to have to review it, and it actually gave me pause.  I seriously considered scuppering the whole project because I didn't want to watch this movie a second time.  In fact, I still haven't watched it again.  I'm writing this intro paragraph as a way of putting off watching the movie for a few minutes longer.

Why is a little hard to explain.  I don't hate this movie, but I sure as hell don't like it.  Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders isn't offensively bad like Attack of the The Eye Creatures, or even just plain offensive like Project Moon Base.  It is, however, intensely uncomfortable in its combination of cheery childlike imagery with what the Brains used to call 'good old-fashioned nightmare fuel', and something about it utterly repels me so deep in my gut it feels like appendicitis.  I use random.org to decide which movie I'm gonna watch next, and this one's number just came up... so after putting it off for a couple of weeks (thank heaven I have a buffer), I've decided the thing to do is just put on my Big Kid Pants and get it the hell over with so I never, ever have to watch it again.

Merlin the magician has used his powers to time-travel to modern California so that he can teach people to believe in magic again.  Among the first visitors to his Shop of Mystical Wonders are Madeline, a woman who can't have children, and her husband Jonathan, who announces his intention to give Merlin a bad review on Yelp or something.  At the urging of his own wife Zurella, Merlin gives Jonathan a book of magic to try to change his mind, and Jonathan tries it out that night in his basement.  Sure enough, the spells work, but after summoning Satan and breathing fire on his cat, Jonathan has expended so much of his life force that he has aged about forty years!  He tries to reverse the process but turns himself into a really ugly baby, granting Madeline's wish for a child to raise.

Now, this is all presented as if it's supposed to be very whimsical.  The interior of Merlin's shop looks like a cross between Galadriel's Glade in Lothlorien and the inside of a Rainforest Cafe.  Merlin himself is a Value Village Dumbledore and Zurella wears a brightly-coloured Renaissance-inspired outfit and gives out wishing stones.  This really ought to be a cheerful family film with a musical number sung by gnomes or something.  Instead, almost everything we see is straight out of a nightmare.  In fact, there is so much nightmare fuel in this movie that I quickly realized it wasn't all going to fit in a single review of my normal length.  That's why I've split both my summary and my analysis in two: if you want to hear about demonic cymbal monkeys, you're going to have to wait a bit.  For this session, let's stick to Jonathan's mercifully brief foray into wizardry.

Jonathan himself comes across as a person who should definitely not be given magical powers.  He mocks everything he sees in grating narration and laughs at the idea of driving small businesses into bankruptcy.  I think we all have a co-worker like him: one of those people who think everything they have to say is so very interesting, and cannot seem to take the hint that we want them to shut up and go away.  That person we would punch in the face if it weren't for the fact that everybody else would have to listen to him talking about it later.  He's a nightmare in himself, and his attitude, demanding that Merlin placate him or suffer the consequences, tells us that the power he wields through his newspaper column is already more than he can handle.

Sure enough, when Jonathan begins playing with Merlin's spellbook he doesn't even try to resist the corruption that this new form of power offers him.  He breathes fire, tortures his cat, and when a demon appears in his mirror it never seems to occur to him that Satan probably doesn't give very good advice.  By the time he finds the youth potion, he's gone all maniacal-eyed as he literally drinks his wife's blood.  The audience can only imagine that if he'd managed to master the powers of the book he would have become a modern-day Dark Lord and we'd all be forced to worship at his feet, as Mike and Crow kneel at Tom Servo's hoverskirt in the opening sketch.

Then there's the ending.  The idea of a man turning into a baby so that his child-less wife can raise him is a deeply uncomfortable one. Part of this is because the story never bothers to ask whether baby-Jonathan retains adult-Jonathan's mind.  Is he a blank slate for Madeline to mold into a less-offensive adult?  Or is he fully aware that he once had sex with the woman who is now changing his diaper?  What about Madeline herself?  She must know who the baby crawing out of her husband's clothing is.  Will she be able to be a good mother to him, or will her parenting always be coloured by remembering how Jonathan used to treat her?  And that's not even going into how twenty seconds of film here contains more Oedipal subtext than the entirety of Quest for the Mighty Sword. Just thinking about it makes me want a shower.

Also, that really is an ugly baby, and this is coming from somebody who's normally a big fan of babies.  Objectively I know that babies are nothing but immobile little loaf-shaped people with flailing limbs and no bowel control, and I don't want to have to change diapers or wipe snotty noses or listen to crying in the middle of the night – but when I see a baby, something in my hindbrain takes over and says adorable, must cuddle.  Big babies, small babies, fat babies, scrawny babies, bald babies, babies with hair... I love babies!  Except this one.  I find myself wondering if they did some makeup or something to try to make the kid look more like Jonathan... if they did, it didn't work.  If they didn't... then ew. That is one ugly baby.

Was this story meant to be nightmarish and uncomfortable?  The title Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders certainly doesn't sound like it belongs to a horror story.  The shop itself is whimsical enough, and there's sort of a happy ending in which I guess Madeline got what she wanted and Jonathan learned his lesson... kinda.  Some of the magical effects Jonathan produces, like the repelling spell, the diamonds, and the levitation, are treated as jokes.  But I think even if the TV show that this is so obviously a pilot for was meant to be relatively light-hearted, at least this episode was supposed to be a horror story.  The reason why has a lot to do with what Jonathan tries to do to his cat.

The narrator explains to us that the potion force-fed to the cat will turn it into a familiar – a helper animal so utterly loyal as to be willing to die for its master.  The audience will immediately notice that this description is diametrically opposed to the very nature of cats as we popularly percieve them.  Cats are thought of as aloof and self-serving creatures, with no interest in coming when they're called, never mind in doing what they're told. (People who own cats know, of course, that cats are actually clingy dumbasses who only like to pretend they think they're better than you – and contrary to popular belief, they're quite capable of learning to obey commands and even do tricks.  It's just that training isn't thought of as essential to the human-pet relationship like it is with dogs, and so most people don't bother.)

So here's Jonathan, trying to turn his cat into the opposite of what cats are 'supposed' to be, completely nullifying the animal's own will and personality.  That's a horrifying concept.  There also seems to be an element of spite in it, as Jonathan mockingly tells the cat, “you're about to learn the true meaning of obedience!” When Jonathan doesn't like a shop, he destroys its reputation.  When he doesn't like an animal, he destroys its mind.  If he'd managed to master the spells and make himself ruler of the universe or whatever, what does all this suggest he would have done to people? Then, when he is unable to enslave the cat (I think we’re meant to believe it attacks him because he got the potion wrong... but trying to rip its owner’s face off is the perfectly normal reaction of a cat having anything forced down its throat), he literally kills it with fire.  That's the kind of thing Nero did to the Christians!  So yeah, this much at least is supposed to give us nightmares.

At the end of this part of the story, I suppose Merlin has at least succeeded in getting Jonathan and Madeline to believe in magic, which he did say was his goal.  Maybe Jonathan will grow up again to understand that magic is not a power to mock or take lightly – and neither, I suppose, are shop reviews.  Maybe Madeline will be able to find hope knowing that miracles can happen as long as you don't get picky about how they happen.  Maybe magic is something we're supposed to believe in the way we believe in... oh, say, safe driving.  Those in command of something that could cause death or property damage need to learn to wield it with respect for it and for everybody around them.  That actually seems like a fairly plausible lesson for this part of the movie.

But then there's the 'evil monkey' sequence, which is actually a whole different movie.  See you next week. Fuck, I'm gonna have to watch this stupid movie again after all!

[dolorousheart]

92 Questions Tag

Tagged by: @aforgottenchampion (Cheers for the tag!)

Answer the questions and tag 20 people.

(It’s 4:30 am.  I can’t think straight to tag people, so consider yourself tagged, if you read through all this.  lol)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Mint tea 2. Phone call: Was from my mom. 3. Text message: "*takes a bow*”  4. Song you listened to: Celldweller - Breakout (feat. Scandroid) 5. Time you cried: Last night, or the night before.  I can’t remember which.

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No 8. Been cheated on: Yes 9. Lost someone special: Yes 10. Been depressed: For a very very long time.  lol 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yes LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Purple 13. Black 14. Orange IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yes 16. Fallen out of love: No 17. Laughed until you cried: Yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes, but it wasn’t a big deal. 19. Met someone who changed you: No 20. Found out who your friends are: Yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: When I still had Facebook, yes. GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Again, when I had Facebook, I’d say 95% of them. 24. Do you want to change your name: I’ve always wanted to, but tbh, it’ll never happen. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I can’t remember.  I know I had some cake, but I can’t recall what it was.  (I think it was shaped like a crocodile, though.) 26. What time did you wake up: Around 8 am. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Pretty sure I was watching “Top of the Pops” from 1984. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: To eventually meet my brother, and also my overseas friends, in person. <3 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 12 years ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: The state of my mental health would be a good start.  lol 31. What are you listening right now: A clock ticking, and me typing. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I worked with three Toms in my last job, actually. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Taking ages to do my drafts and art. 34. Most visited Website: YouTube or Tumblr LOST QUESTIONS 35. Mole/s: I don’t have any that lump up, but I have quite a few flat ones speckled about all over.  (I remember trying to count them as a kid, and I think I got to 80-something.  hehe) 36. Mark/s: Omg…  There’s a scar on my right eyelid, from having a chicken pock removed.  There’s a scar going up my right knee from when I crashed my tricycle into a pot hole and cut open my knee, on the edge of it.  I have two scars on my abdomen from surgery.  I have another scar just under my left shoulder blade, from another surgery.  There’s three messy looking scars on the side of my left ribs, from chest drains.  There’s a few incision scars, from where I’ve had implants put in/taken out, on my left arm.  I have a scar on my left index finger where I nearly sliced off a chunk of it with a pair of scissors.  There’s a jagged scar on my left thumb, when I cut it on the sharp edge of a kitchen counter (a tile was missing on the edge of it).  A few burn scars on my arms from kitchen accidents.  And I have a whole SLEW of dappled scarring across my upper back, and down both my arms, from stress urticaria that I constantly scratch at.  (Hence why I always wear long sleeves in public.) 37. Childhood dream: To be a marine biologist, or a mermaid. 38. Haircolour: Black 39. Long or short hair: On me? I’m conflicted as I want it long and short, so I keep growing it long and then cutting/shaving it all off. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: IRL?  No.  (Fictional characters is a whole different story, though.  lol) 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m small enough to fit into kid’s clothes, which are often cheaper.  *massive shrug*  I dunno.  That’s all I could think of. 42. Piercings: 3 standard piercings in each lobe, a 16g tragus (right), a 14g tragus (left), and 14g scaffold/industrial (left).  (Aiming to add a septum and eyebrow piercing to the list, before too long.) 43. Bloodtype: O- 44. Nickname: Tosh 45. Relationship status: Married 46. Zodiac: Aries (If you want the nitty gritty then: S= Aries / M= Taurus / A= Capricorn / D= Cancer) 47. Pronouns: If you want to know, just ask? 48. Favourite TV Show: Fraggle Rock 49. Tattoos: I have a 3 inch thick armband tattoo at the top of my left bicep, which is crimson, and features a frog in it. 50. Right or left hand: Right (Though I do like to sketch with my left sometimes, as I know I can keep the sketch loose that way.  lol) 51. Surgery: I had a laparoscopic surgery in my abdomen, when it was unsure of whether I had appendicitis or not.  (I didn’t, but I did had some other issue that was equally painful af, but was easily corrected then and there.)  I also had a lung operation (due to recurrent spontaneous pneumothorax) where the lining was removed and the lung itself glued to the chest wall via pleural abrasion, to prevent it collapsing again. 52. Hair dyed in different colour: Omg, I’ve had all sorts.  lol 53. Sport: To play? Badminton 55. Vacation: Anywhere warm and with good food, really. 56. Pair of trainers: Either my black or green pair of Chucks MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Last thing I ate was a Magnum ice cream 58. Drinking: Last thing I had was the mint tea 59. I’m about to: Go to bed. 61. Waiting for: Me to finish this, so I can go to bed.  lol 62. Want: Mental stability, for my little larva to have an enjoyable life, for all my friends to be happier and know that I love them, less assholes in the world, a nice garden, a pint of Old Rosie, and a bag of pretzels.  Yeah, those sound good. 63. Get married: Already have. 64. Career: Working on it. WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: Taller 68. Older or younger: Older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Yes 75. Drank hard liquor: Yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No 77. Turned someone down: No 78. Sex in the first date: No 79. Broken someone’s heart: Not that I’m aware of. 80. Had your heart broken: Yes 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: On the rare occasion, when the planets align just right. 85. Miracles: Not really 86. Love at first sight: No.  Attraction at first sight, sure, but not love. 87. Santa Claus: No 88. Kiss on the first date: Depends on how the date goes. 89. Angels: Kinda. I like to believe they do. OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: I have a couple very close friends.  It’s hard to pick just one of them. 91. Eyecolour: Blue, but with a copper ring just around the pupils. 92. Favourite movie: The Dark Crystal