#hospital mention cw

[flamesignite]

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Roy hears Atem's voice as he had been napping with covers over himself when he hears him ask where he is. "I'm right here, Sweetheart." He yawns softly, but his words are a soft whisper. He was finally awake and that helps a lot.

"Good afternoon, how did you sleep?" He asked softly, as he got up and stood beside his bed and took his hand. He was just glad to see that he was awake now. They could probably head home here pretty soon. They'd just have to get a ride from someone first.

[wishmcker]

so i was essentially just told that my care doesn’t matter in comparison to other patients because i cannot control my condition and how badly it hurts me. or that my mental health doesn’t matter in comparison to the other patients.

it took my doctors weeks to convince me that i deserved my spot here and i wasn’t wasting anyone’s time or resources.

so that’s fun.

[dumblemonchickenwing]

my stuff , oc, ''doomed by narrative'' meme, hospital cw

[vocesincaput]

Won't be on more than mobile for a few hours as we have to take my daughter to A&E. She should be fine, but her school has recommended we get her checked out to be sure.

[whitesuited]

the last time they'd seen sam captain america, he'd joked the pair of them argued like an old married couple -------- which seems like an awfully strange way to describe the sideways glances he keeps sending her way, or the habit she's taken on of sticking the tip of her tongue in between her teeth every time bucky says ' we ' when he really means her.

------------- but what does it say about her that she notices all those little glances of his that come her way? or secretly enjoys whenever she's given the opportunity to tell him ' no ' over something small, only to watch him sigh knowing just how absolutely stubborn she is ( how stubborn they both are ). it's something that started what feels like a lifetime ago back in madripoor, and it hasn't changed just because the scenery has.

at least more often than not @maavel doesn't have the benefit of a gunshot wound to her abdomen taking his side in these arguments. now this time around might not be a back - and - forth will - she or won't - she let him take her in for emergency care with the backdrop of a sidestreet in new york city, but considering the current tension between the two of them in this conversation, it might as well be. ( the brick and mortar they're both currently leaning against is giving her more than enough deja vu as it is. )

       "look ...," her eyes have been covered for the last several seconds by the palms of her hands, an expression that comes complete with furrowed brow and a nose that's been broken one too many times all crinkled up ----------- either out of annoyance or attempting to manifest him dropping his objection to her taking this job on her own so they can all move on. "i've done this sort of shit a thousand times over all by myself. i'm a big girl."

it isn't until she frees her eyes that she realizes just how close he is beside her -------- side by side and shoulders touching despite the large area of the wall they have to work with. ( has he always been this close? did he shift while her eyes were closed, or did she do it subconsciously? )

when she looks at him, there are certain facets of his expression that makes her feel like she's staring into a mirror ------- and she hates it when he looks at her with that one - two knockout of blue - grey eyes and a frown. ( while she normally doesn't so much as give a shit about what other people think of her, somehow there's a part of her that cares a little too much about what he does. ) "don't. don't do that." please don't.

she's unsure of what ultimately pushes her past the point of self - preservation reservation to lean into what little space there is between the two of them and press a kiss against that frown ( knowing there's nothing she can say to convince him otherwise? acknowledging the fact she always seems to spend a good amount of these arguments fixated on those little tells in his eyes, or his jaw, or his mouth? ) regardless, she lingers probably a little longer than she should before pulling back. "i'm going, okay? just let me go."

[castaris]

some of the nurses are under the impression that i’m not being discharged until the end of jan. that is certainly news to me… i would like to go home, pls.

my treatments are supposed to end friday, but my main doctors have gone on leave due to it being holiday season. so no one really knows and now i’m floundering while half-packing and half-not. 😭

[roseguided]

𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐀 mary closes her eyes to tip her head backward toward the sun shining overhead. the season was turning, it was getting chilly outside. more months of her life gone, inching closer & closer toward the inevitable. every night she closes her eyes, mary is reminded that it's another tick on the calendar. safe to say, she often thought bitterly, it does a number on someone's mind. on their spirit. ( in the beginning she was hopeful the chemo would shrink some of it. would give her more time. would give her enough time, maybe, to have a child of her own ... to spend even the smallest time with them. to give james some bit of her, of them, to love once she was gone. but, it didn't work. ) eyes open at the sound of footsteps, blue eyes softening as they settle on laura. mary manages a smile, albeit a tired one, toward the girl: ❛ well, look who it is. ❜ she says fondly, ❛ my favorite little girl in the whole world. ❜ hand pats the spot beside her, nodding her head for laura to come sit beside her.

[ * @dcviline liked for a starter ! > for laura. ]

[izzysarchivedblogs]

THAT SUPPORT WAS NEEDED BECAUSE STEPPING OUT WAS THE ONLY OPTION.

He couldn't stay on the plane forever, it was Tony's and he wouldn't let him waste away and starve there; if that's what he was feeling like doing. Whatever happens next was unknown to him, and that was terrifying in a way that made him feel like an angry, scared little boy again. It was viscerally uncomfortable to feel that exact feeling again.

The hold on the other man's hand was tight, enough that he could possibly break Tony's hand. It wouldn't happen, but it was because it was the only thing that he could focus on that was not the cacuphany of thoughts wanting to drink, drink, waste away and run.

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO FACE YOURSELF? YOU HATE HIM.

Clint feels a panic expand wider in his chest, that it's uncomfortable as though his chest may crack open like a shell, everything anxious about him would ooze out. All because he recognizes they were on the west coast, knows where they were. SAN FRANCISCO. Kate Bishop was eight hours south in Los Angeles. TOO CLOSE. SHE COULD SEE YOU LIKE THIS. YOU'D RATHER DIE.

For a moment, recognizing that he was in San Francisco, he thinks of the nightmare that was Carnage and the city underneath of symbiote-possessed civilians telling him that god was coming, calling for his name. Clint had been alone in that fight, and it had been the recent that lead to Clint moving out of LA and back to New York, back to home.

FUCK. HE DIDN'T NEED MORE DISTRESSING IMAGERY TO KNOCK AROUND IN HIS SKULL.

❝ If you didn't grab it, I don't have it. ❞ He had clutched his phone, begging for Tony to come help him because Clint saw how far he had went down, and he wanted to end it; didn't know what that meaning had entirely meant. Once Tony had gotten to him, the phone was dropped because he would have done a lot worse if he look through all the text messages, listened to all of the voicemails, scrolled through the missed calls list. It hadn't been good.

IT'S NOT GOOD FOR A PERSON TO BE AROUND THAT MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING. IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL, IT CAN BREAK YOU.

It's a saving grace that Tony can do the paperwork, Clint nodding his head or sign if he had to, but it was all too much for him right now. If he got presented with that clipboard and he was alone, he'd have to dropped it. Turn out the door, find himself the first bar, and order the cheapest liquors as medicine instead. That idea still sounded appealing but he didn't do that.

HE HATES HOSPITALS. Clint goes in to be checked out, they do x-rays and scans, and his body was kind of a mess. He is pretty sure that every single one of his ribs are bruised, his right knee was fractured, and the shoulder of his left arm had a rotator cuff tear.

He doesn't feel right in his body as he's looked at by the doctors, and with the way he was feeling right now in his head? Clint feels dehumanized, but that was more of his own doing. The doctors and nurses were nice, doing their job. He still didn't feel comfortable being looked at or seen at the moment.

THE HOSPITAL WAS STEP ONE DONE. HE HASN'T RAN OFF YET.

Tony gives his hands a squeeze and gets up. He knows how hard these steps out of the plane are for Clint. Not just because of the physical pain he was in right now, but because making those steps meant facing what he'd done. Here in the plane he cold pretend that they were in a time capsule. Things had happened, things would happen, but they couldn't touch him while he was inside. Out there, anything could happen and he'd just have to let it.

The car pulled up to the plane and Tony got in the back with Clint. He stayed quiet as they made their way to the hospital, holding Clint's hand for the drive. He knew Clint would know where they were by now. San Francisco wasn't LA though, so he hoped it was far enough away for Clint not to feel blindsided by their west coast trip.

The car pulled up and headed in with Clint. "I'll take care of the paperwork and go get you some clothes to change into. Do you have your phone? You can call me if you need me. But I'll come back when I've got you something to wear."

He gave Clint's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this. I won't be long."

He knew it was risky. Clint was an adult and he could handle this by himself, and besides, Tony wasn't going to be allowed in while he was getting x-rays and CT scans anyway. But if Clint was going to run, now would be the time. No one would be watching him that carefully, and they couldn't force him to stay if he decided to leave.

And that wasn't even counting the fact that he'd be beating himself up and freaking out while they did all their tests.

He had to trust him though. This was Clint's life, not Tony's. So when Clint was called in to start the tests, Tony headed out to buy some clothes.

[incarnaet]

          anyway.  bringing back a small post about ceres and my little headcanons.   mind you, this blog is not spoiler free.  a lot of my headcanons and portrayal are based on post le salut, post recovery.  do not read these headcanons if you don't want to be spoiled !!

i understand the general  ' portrayal '  of vn / otome  heroines, but i have a particular idea on how i want to write ceres.   i write about this a lot, but she's like an abandoned home that's been untouched for many years  –  strangely familar, yet somehow comforting.  most of all, she almost seems ghostly or haunted.  she always tries to remain unnoticed, but she is polite and well meaning.  she is benevolent in nature, which contrasts sharply with how dangerous she actually can be  (  even if unintentional.  )

i headcanon her blood as being a lot more lethal than in the games, in that ingesting it or getting it into open wounds can be not only incredibly painful, but fatal to a normal human being.  all the same, her blood has a dizzying scent to it.  very floral, but liable to induce headaches at best.

i really don't like the whole thing about them giving her antibodies that just instantly cured her, when she has allelopathy.  it's a part of her genetics and i don't think they just erased what was going on there, as much as they stabilized her toxins so that she's not dangerous  (  unless she begins to once again absorb toxins from the air or ground.  ).

she may have recovered post le salut but the acceleration that happened in her body has a lasting effect on her.  her lungs are permanently damaged & she has a weakened immune system from what occurred.  she nearly died and it's only by some miracle that she's even alive.  she didn't walk away from it without a scratch.

a lot of her recovery was spent alone, i'd like to think.  whenever she started recovering enough that she could do things, she began to read  –  and even started practicing translating  (  thanks to mathis for introducing her.  )   she has a very large stockpile of books because of this.  her loneliness was at its worst during her recovery because of how dangerous it would have been to be around her  –  so she didn't really have many visitors at all.  books, and reading were the few things she had to occupy such long days.

this can be put to use or not, but i'd like to think that even though the toxins only affected the people of arpechele with them living to 23  ..  i like to headcanon that not to be the case.  if she is dangerous to be around, it will affect any normal human : as toxins are toxins.  even if it might not be as sudden or as drastic as with the people of arpechele, her toxins can become dangerous if they are active.

she does not like anything dealing with her blood being drawn !!!!  keep that away from her at ALL times !!!  she avoids hospitals and doctors because of this.  it's one of her largest fears after the trauma she's experienced !!

again, something i've mentioned many times but she has a natural floral scent around her.  it is not strong unless her blood is spilled.  but her skin just generally has a light naturally floral scent to her due to her actual origins.

oh, lastly  ..  she has reoccurring nightmares of memories not her own.  this is not just canon, but i like to remind everyone since it's only brought up like one time in game afaik  ..  her mind is not only her own, but she has memories of another that occupies her mind  –  a woman that was a part of the royal family.  a stark contrast to her gentle personality, the other memories within her mind are rather vengeful and stained in blood.  she can have momentary lapses where it's as if she becomes an entirely different person, although this is rare.

[tierra-paldeana]

🕯️

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

☠🌏– ...When I first saw her... I couldn't help but feel... scared? Is that the right word? I don't even know... It was a real weird sensation...

Kinda like... when you go to the center to get blood taken, and then you see your own blood in the tube, fully aware that that's YOUR blood.

Ah, that sounds fuckin' weird, doesn't it...?

But... there's somethin' freaky about seein' a reflection of yourself covered in scars, with a different light in her eyes. Not like that's a bad thing necessarily but...

Rika clutches the arm where her own scar was.

...What has she gone through? What has she seen? It's like... lookin' into a mirror that doesn't match you at present. But...

I dunno. There's a certain... sadness, in her. Like trees, in November. Or... maybe it's just me? Am I just projectin'...? Am I the one feelin' sad instead...?

Everytime I feel weighed down by the stress and I look at myself in the mirror and I see my own scar... I can't help but feel sorry for myself. So when I look at her... my head has trouble. She is me, but she's not me... And I know why that's the case, but...

I just... when I look at her...

It feels unreal, yet so real at the same time. Like I'm lookin' at somethin' I'm not meant to be lookin' at... and yet...

I just want to hold her hands and tell her it's gonna be okay. Even if she doesn't need it... Even if she's fine now, and my words might be redundant or unnecessary.

Everytime I look at her... I just feel so much. All these contradictory thoughts n' emotions n' shit... It kinda gives me a headache, heh. But...

At the end of the day... she's her own person, as bizarre as the logic is. A person that's gone through a lot... and although I don't think she needs me to say these things, or needs to know somethin' she knows already...

...I wish I could tell her. I wish I could tell her it's goin' to be okay, without feelin' a knot in my throat.

...Gosh, I'm so dumb...

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumptober Day 22: "Watch out!"

Warning for Emotional abuse, surgery mention, hospital mention, medication mention, fall, joint dislocation

[galaxofmuses]

" s-sky? Wren??" He's stumbling. Broken ribs. And blood on his head ..

"Eclipse!"

Full of worry and carefully carrying his little cousin and seeing the fox watch in horror as Wren opens the door to the cottage. As the hedgehog puts the darkling on the sofa and he was going to look for the first aid kit, but Wren was one step ahead. The two took care of them most of the day and both knew that he needs to go to a real doctor. They could not do anything about their ribs. Skyler knew that certain creature is responsible for this, yet he knew that he was no match for him, but the temptation to fight back linger. His thoughts broke as once Wren respond.

"Sky....we gotta take them to the hospital. Those injuries looks so bad..."

"Y-Yeah you're right...We got to go to Station Square. Just...Leave it to me. I'll take a safer route."

The two take action to make sure that the little will get the help he needs.

[wishmcker]

okay, so i’m definitely am in here until around new years, maybe longer. so that sucks. hope you all are doing better than i am. so far, my recovery from that procedure has been awful. 🥀❤️‍🩹

the doctors did say my condition would get worse before it gets better and… it’s definitely worse at the case atm. ✌️

despite all of that, i can’t help but still be in a happy mood because everyone here at the hospital is really getting into the spirit. other patients have made decorations and hung them throughout the ward, the nurses are decorating themselves with holiday-themed ornaments (snowflake stickers, little stars on earrings, colourful scrunchies, etc.) and it’s really cute. someone even decided that it would be cute to decorate my equipment with streamers. 😳 i hope you all are having a great holiday season. stay safe, healthy and happy everyone! 🎉

[wardogsong]

@lt-ghxst

"Y'know— sorry again, 'bout all this, but hey! Y'get the upstairs all to yourself for a while, some peace and quiet without the kids botherin' ya." It didn't sit right with Maria, leaving behind their impromptu guest all alone. It wasn't a trust issue either, she trusted anybody that Frank called a brother and Frank had made Simon's case weeks ago when he first showed up on their doorstep— no, she just doesn't like the idea of him being lonely in an empty house. If it were up to her they would bring him along on the family picnic just like they used to do with Billy before he got busy and famous with his own company. Frank had married a woman with a heart of gold, but he had his reasons for making Simon's excuses and having a word with the man himself about taking the family out sans him.

Maria knew the broad strokes, not the details of why exactly the other man was being sheltered in their basement apartment— though more often than not she was all but dragging him upstairs to feed him and fuss over him like he was just another one of the kids. Frank had no qualms being there for him after what he'd survived and escaped, but he couldn't help needing to be cautious too, especially about his family. It was one thing to have Simon here at home, another to walk out into the world with him and the kids. He couldn't get them caught in a crossfire between his fellow military brother and the people hunting him and he knew the former lieutenant understood, having had his own family used against him. There was no offense intended in leaving behind, none at all.

So he claps his shoulder, gives a him a grin and nods over to the tv set that'll be unoccupied for once with the Castles out. "We'll be home for dinner, but help yourself t'whatever. You know the drill. Just don't throw a party without us"

Except that dinner time comes and goes with neither sight nor sound of the Castle family— not even a text from Frank, nor an apologetic call from Maria explaining their whereabouts and checking in on Simon. There's nothing. Just an absence of them entirely for way too many hours, until it's none other than the NYPD that shows up, knocking on their door, looking for any family left at an address pulled from a comatose man's wallet. The only survivor of the shootout at the Central Park carousel, currently admitted to Sacred Saints hospital in the city. Information they grimly relay to the only person they find.

Should he go, it's proved true too. Frank is wrapped in bandages that protect the extraction of the headshot that got him, being kept hydrated via an intravenous line, and strangely guarded by a rotating set of cops who seem bored with the assignment of waiting for a man to either die or wake. There's no telling yet which direction he'll head in, though there's much whispering about it. Rumor has it, someone's trying to authorize a DNR order for him— maybe a kindness? It wouldn't exactly be a picnic to let him wake up and have to tell him that his wife and kids are gone.

[s3cr3tjuic3]

vent

i was having a good day but i guess not anymore! i was fine until band when i was practicing with the other two in my trio and that was okay! i was falling behind but i was making an effort to try and catch up! which is more than one of us can say. and then i had to answer the office phone and started panicking bc i had already SOMEHOW messed that up!? so i felt my panic attack starting and my dumbass thought,"no just ignore it, itll go away like an anxiety attack!" spoiler alert, it didnt, i had to go into the bathroom in the middle of practice to continue having my panic attack in peace. and no one notice, not to my surprise. and of course theres more but that more private stuff. just, having rsd fucking SUCKS. shit like this makes me wish inwas hospitalized still

[eccentricksies]

Eyes stared hard at the giant iron gate; meant to keep ghosts and arguably regular people away as well. Taking in the distance, height and sharp points. But that didn’t stop shoes hitting against the ground hard. If he could just get over before anybody stopped him. Hearing the shout from whoever was currently keeping watch. Swerving away from the hands grabbing to try halting him. He could make it over- climbing it with ease until his trousers caught on some sharp bit. Toppling him over it; upside down facing dirt out of reach. “I’m dead, so dead.” Managing to rip free only to lay there out of oxygen. Ignoring the appearance of the adult standing over him. All the words about how his parents would be told about the escape attempt later. Sulking as he followed back into safety, boredom and he knew it was better than many other’s experience. Yet he had really been hoping to run away; see his first ghost. Make it more substantial and real. The strange entity he’d come to be aware of just didn’t seem the same. ------- “You’re so weird.” Fingers stopped tracing along the bookshelf edges; hunt for information to make his first ghostly situation easier abandoned. Another teen donning the uniform of their place of employment. Meanwhile he was in his standard attire and probably looked out of place. Yet he merely straightened up with an grin. “Sorry if this is rude but did they teach you to be so judgemental or was it natural talent?” It wasn’t met well, didn’t help this corner of the library was empty. Flash of metal being pulled out it’s sheath. He really didn’t have time for the trouble he’d just caused. Moving before it could keep him pinned in space to get beaten up. Weaving through the area until found some old barely ever used desk to crawl under. Pulling the chair in even if would be far too tight a squeeze to not cause injury. And he stayed there for what felts eons. Emerging eventually to resume researching- but then seeing the time scrambling out. Needed to make the trek to where the job was. But first, perhaps he also needed an disguise for identity hiding reasons. ------- Flourish of the rapier and the sound of it cutting through the air. Keeping it from colliding where the ghost had just been. Surprised by the metallic taste in his mouth. Of course he knew it well- for medical reasons but this didn’t have the same nature to it. That’s when realized it was actual blood. Hopping into the nearby circle and swiping a glove at his mouth. It didn’t make sense. Shaking it off and exiting back towards the spot he’d been trying to pry open. The ghost was being persistent to try keeping him away from the source. Yet he managed; quickly retrieving the object and containing it before just allowing himself to rest. Take a breath; think about what the next steps were. ------- He watched the bat taken to the old technology before him. Sound of glass breaking; the others kids having the time of their life. Being extended the bat by her manicured hands. Take part in the chaos- that was normal but not really. And he didn’t belong in this crowd. Yet he took it, to make her happy and so she wouldn’t go running to his parents about it. Eyes closing as he smashed at the wreckage. Before letting it rest against the ground; still in his hands as regarded his environment. Reeling like he was going to hit it again. Then sending it flying through the field at the exclamations from the others. Ignoring the look on her face as he took off running across the grass. -------- Stretched across several seats; bidding time until no longer had to stay there. He didn’t mind hospitals unlike most. Especially regarding the problem had made people all the more ill at ease with such surroundings. But it was the sort of reliable places he’d known since young childhood. Especially given having a doctor as an parent. Putting one hand into the air, arm stiff and straight as spread fingers out to disperse the green glow of light fixtures. Not even angling his head as soft footsteps approached. “You are to go straight home, get some rest.” He gave some sign or noise of recognition as carefully sat up. Scooping up his bag with a ever so polite thanks. Waiting for the nurse to leave before actually getting up. Didn’t even slightly rush to leave- it wasn’t like he was there for his nightly activities. He’d rather die than have it be the case. Sure he wasn’t looking forward to the dinner conversation of it’s inadvisable for him to have sleepless nights. Which he had no control over except for how he spent them. But he’d not even been up to such things for the past week. --------- Lighter between tips of his fingers; some part of him wondered if setting the place ablaze would do the trick. Especially given the feedback the place carried. Sure he dealt with the ghosts, but he couldn’t shake the horrible histories and causes of death he’d figured out during the job. Flicking it open, closed for what felt hours but was only minutes. Before pocketing it- starting to put the sources he’d found inside his bag. Get them disposed of; before others would be dropping things by the furnaces. Bag slinging over his shoulders as he made a hasty exit. One arm wrapping around his mid section to try keep himself together emotionally. Could get all hysteric over it when done with it all and in the safety of his room back home. Which was easier said than done, but he did manage to hold off until he’d scaled the fence and then the side of his house. Collapsing on the floor to fall apart until he could change, stow everything and pass out into the endless state of unconscious whimsy. ---------- He agreed with quite an few; rich people throwing parties so often and all was fairly tacky. Yet that was part of his life, even if he didn’t like it. Only of a certain standard though given never got along with others remotely around his age. Plus he found his own sort of social gatherings. More exclusive for people he could tolerate being around. Tying the evening’s bracelet around his wrist. Fluffing his hair up as put on the final touches to his outfit. And when he reached the warehouse- he made it past security with ease. Observing the groups of people, faint music, and most of all the fire pit. Table of pens, paper scraps. Abandoned various little items from lighters to sticker sheets. Making his way for it and as quickly possible jotting down on the right colored paper. His wish, to never have to give up the newfound nightly hobby of ghost business. Flicking it into the flames with a deep breath. Turning to notice the awkward looking guy he never had seen before. And somehow becoming his tour guide. As they parted, surprised when the other kissed him and almost falling backwards. “Uhm see you around- I’ve got to get going before sunrise or my parents would drown me in iron for breaking curfew.” Exaggeration. Bit of one lousy excuse but he couldn’t make his brain work again. “Your lips taste really nice though.” Feeling his face warm up- taking it as his cue to weave out of sight. Through the crowd and then run till he ran out of breath along the pavement.