#hospital

[bebx]

Leg amputation techniques from a surgical book, c. 1850

[mourrnful]

(OC)

[strawberryflavoredvenum]

The next like 70 posts are gonna be drawings I did in the hospital. The style, colors, and theme will be a lot different.

[puppayy]

It's been 14 days...

Im hoping for a miracle..

I just want him to come home. A day hasn't gone by where I haven't gone up to see him and cried; where I haven't thought about him.

I need my dad back.

PLEASE SHARE

My father is currently in the critical care unit in the hospital for an attempted suicide. He's been there for a week now, on a detox sedation and breathing tube. He's aspirated and now has a bad lung infection. My mom and I are struggling to make ends meet as is-- so...a friend of ours started a gofundme for us

I know everyone is struggling for money right now but even a dollar would help. I would appreciate any donations more than I can say

https://gofund.me/1d71cea4

Thank you all in advance...

[amazingphil]

How Phil Nearly Died

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Tom Nook asked me to build a maternity hospital to encourage the residents of my island to have kids. He had a big announcement about it in the plaza, and promised 1000 Nook Miles to whoever was the first to have a kid on the island.

[nataliedecorsair]

For this Halloween, I present you my MRI monster + a little bonus story about it >:) --

It’s the tail end of October, when the days shrink down to thin slices of cold sunlight. The late autumn air is sharp and crisp. It’s carrying the scent of wet, dying leaves; it stirs a strange feeling inside you, a mix of melancholy and restless hunger for something more. An adventure, perhaps... or something darker.

And why not? You’re young, curious and like everything weird and unusual. For you anything out there is a story, and this one could be a story about the unfortunate abandoned hospital at the end of a broken road. Folks say this place is haunted, but maybe no one’s ever dared to find out for sure. You're certain it is time for you to solve this mystery for good.

You ease your way inside. The door gives a long, miserable creak as it opens, as if it hasn’t been touched in decades. The paint, once green, is almost gray now; it hangs in shreds, peeling off the wood like dead skin. The air in the hallway hits you, stale and thick, smelling of dust and something sour. You pull out your flashlight, clicking it on with a soft snap, and the narrow beam cuts through the dark, scanning over pockmarked walls and the occasional room. But, of course, you don't see anything but empty beds, rusty buckets, piles of ragged fabric left to rot. No signs of ghosts or ghouls - or anything remotely interesting, for that matter.

You explore for ten minutes, maybe more, telling yourself you’ll see something any second now. But after the seventh empty room, you start to think there's no mystery at all. Pretty expectable, isn't it? Or what, did you really think you’d find anything but dust, broken glass, and busted syringes? With a sigh, you turn to go, shaking your head.

You take a step into the hallway, flashlight slicing through the shadows, and that’s when you hear it: a low, dry crrrk-crrrk. At first, you think it’s the old building settling. But then it comes again, irregular and jittery, like static: crick-crack, crick-crick-crack. The sound’s sharper now, that unmistakable staccato of a Geiger counter ticking.

Your heart beats faster. You swing the flashlight in the direction of the noise, but there’s nothing there, just the same hollow walls and chipped paint. Crick-crack-crick. Louder now, closer... For a sick, sinking moment, you wonder if there’s something radioactive buried here, and shake your head in disbelief.

"It doesn’t make any sense," you think. "I don’t even have a Geiger counter." But your mind, stubborn as a mule, wrestles to make sense of the nonsense, to catalog that weird crackle and shove it into some drawer that fits. Maybe you’re just hearing things? The building is old, there could be some pipes. It's always the pipes that make the most uncanny noises.

But the thing making that sound... it doesn’t care whether you understand or not.

You run forward, not watching where you're stepping, and a rusty bucket clatters across the floor. You fumble as your flashlight slips from your hand, the beam ricocheting off the walls and scattering shadows like startled birds. You crouch to retrieve it, fingers scrambling over the filthy, dusty tiles. And that’s when you see it, illuminated by the flashlight laying on the floor.

Feet.

They're human, but wrong. Slightly translucent - and shot through with slowly swirling masses of black and red liquid, twisting just under the skin. You look upward, and you make out the outline of a woman in a tattered, filthy hospital gown. Her body consists of that liquid, contained within the thin walls of her grayish skin. Everywhere but her head. It looks like an MRI scan, flickering between 2D and 3D, a nightmare too strange for your eyes to comprehend. Empty white orbs stare down at you, soulless and wide. She has no lips, but her mouth peels back, revealing a row of long, black teeth: it almost looks like a smile. She leans in, and before you can scream, rushes towards you - and the world plunges into darkness.

...You wake up in your own bed, the morning light spilling through the curtains. What a horrible nightmare you just had! Head feels so heavy, it hurts with this annoying, pulsating, throbbing pain deep within your brain. You feel feverish. You got sick, perhaps? It would explain the dream, so realistic - and so ephemeral at the same time.

With a sigh, you brush your palm through your hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep... but your fingers snag on something. A clump of hair. You pull it free, bewildered. Since when have you started balding? Confusion morphs into unease as you glance down at the skin of your hand, red and sunburn. Sunburn in October? In this area?

"I should definitely see a doctor," you think, an anxious knot tightening in your stomach. "But not in this abandoned hospital." Nervous chuckle escaped your lips, as you tried to calm yourself down with this silly joke. "I will never go there again, whether it's a dream or not."

…At least, you thought so. -- More spooky art here and here

[incognitopolls]

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[supernaturalsuperhero]

My husband works at a pediatric hospital and today he turned to walk out of a patient's room only to find a life size cut out of Dean Winchester on the door. He responded to the situation by saying "Hello Dean." I'm so proud of him

[crawfishcomic]

Revenge

[bebx]

illustration of an ice pick lobotomy

[mysharona1987]

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning ☝🏼✌🏼🤘🏼🤙🏼

[kropotkindersurprise]

July, 2024 - “I will continue, I will stay here at this place and as long as I am alive, I will serve my patients and people.” Israeli forces abducted Palestinian doctor Issam Abu Ajwa from al-Ahli hospital in Gaza where he was volunteering as a surgeon, and held him captive for over 200 days. He suffered prolonged torture at the hands of his Israeli captors and lost 37 kg in six months, but now he's back at work in al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital so save Palestinian lives. [video]

[moonlayl]

They need more time so that they could plant more “evidence” to “prove” Hamas as operating from there, even though they’ve already very clearly searched every inch of the place, causing the death of plenty of civilians.

This posted by the official IDF account by the way…

If Israel releases new footage of “look at the corpses of Israeli civilians!” (6 weeks later) Now we know where they got the bodies from

Israel has also killed 30 civilians here AND arrested any Palestinian journalists around the hospital before storming in. They specifically attacked the maternity and kidney wards as well.

This entire operation is a sham, and the only thing they have as proof are untouched Islamic books, a laptop with fake info, and a table of weapons that includes less weapons than the average American household.