#hospital rooms tw

[serickswrites]

I Don't Feel So Good

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution, rescue, hospital, cardiac arrest, cpr, unclear character status, forced to watch

"I....I don't feel so good, C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee said as they slumped over in their chair. "D-D-Dizzy."

"It's ok, Whumpee. Help is here. Hold on. Just hold on," Caretaker said, wishing they could slip the cuffs that kept them away from Whumpee.

Time passed strangely for Caretaker. It seemed as though time had frozen when Whumper was in the room with them. But then time passed swiftly when Whumper had left them alone for an hour. And now, time seemed distorted, speeding up and slowing down. It had been torture watching Whumper spend the last hour shocking Whumpee with the car battery. And now that help had arrived, the waiting was torture.

Whumper had rushed from the room, leaving Whumpee still hooked up to the battery, when the sound of a door giving way startled the three of them. "Help is here, Whumpee. We're saved. Help is here."

Caretaker repeated it over and over as they watched Whumpee struggle to breathe. They opened their mouth to say something, but a group of people rushed into the room. Time seemed to jump for Caretaker, the rescuer's movements disjointed and fast. Before Caretaker could say much, they found themself in the back of an ambulance with Whumpee, rushing to the emergency room.

Whumpee lay on the gurney, their face pale and drawn with pain. The paramedic quickly hooked Whumpee up to various leads and monitors. Caretaker squeezed Whumpee's hand tightly. "You're going to be ok. They're taking us to get you checked out, you're going to be ok." Time was slow in the ambulance. Time was too slow. Whumpee needed help. But the ambulance seemed frozen in time for Caretaker.

A monitor screamed a warning and the paramedic looked up. They called to their partner, "They're in V-Fib. I'm going to defibrillate."

Caretaker's heart began to pound. Whumpee was getting worse. "Please, stay with me, Whumpee."

"I need you to step back, Caretaker," the paramedic said as they attached the sticky patches to Whumpee's chest. "Let me take care of them."

Whumpee's eyes frantically searched for Caretaker's as Caretaker pulled away. "I'm right here. You're going to be ok, Whumpee. You're going to be ok."

The paramedic took the paddles and paused before placing them on Whumpee's chest. "Whumpee, I know you're not feeling very good right now. This isn't going to feel great either. But your heart is beating in a rhythm that isn't good or sustainable. I'm going to try and shock you back into the correct rhythm."

Whumpee nodded their understanding, though their eyes were beginning to get hazy.

"Stay with me, Whumpee. You're going to be ok," Caretaker murmured as they started to reach for Whumpee again.

"Clear!" The paramedic said as they pressed the paddles to Whumpee's chest. Caretaker quickly yanked their hand back to avoid being shocked.

Whumpee's body convulsed with the shock. The paramedic watched the monitor. "I'm going to shock you again, Whumpee. Your heart rhythm isn't quite where it should be."

Whumpee nodded weakly, blinking their eyes slowly. "Clear!" the paramedic said as they deployed the paddles once more.

Caretaker held their breath as they watched Whumpee's body move. The monitor continued with the same sound, the same warning alarm that Whumpee's heart wasn't cooperating.

"Clear!" the Paramedic said again.

But as they started to deploy the paddles once more, Caretaker's stomach dropped as they heard the monitor let one continuous streak and the line that had been erratic mirroring Whumpee's heart beat became flat.

"Asystole," the paramedic called out, putting the paddles back onto the machine, "starting compressions."

Caretaker couldn't breathe around the terror gripping them as they watched the paramedic begin compressions on Whumpee. Couldn't breathe around the terror gripping them as the ambulance stopped, pulling into a med bay. Couldn't breathe around the terror gripping them as they stared into Whumpee's half lidded, empty eyes.

"Come on, breathe, Whumpee. Breathe, damn it!" The paramedic said as they continued to pound on Whumpee's chest.

Caretaker started to reach out to Whumpee, to take Whumpee's hand in theirs. Started to reach out to beg Whumpee to breathe, to stay with them. Started to reach out to try and bring Whumpee back to them. But as their fingertips brushed Whumpee's, the door to the ambulance swung open and they were swarmed by the medical team.

Whumpee was wheeled away from them before they could say or do anything. Wheeled away with the medic still performing CPR. Wheeled away to somewhere Caretaker couldn't go.

Caretaker began to sob as they realized Whumpee might be gone. Might be gone to somewhere permanently. Might be....dead.

Caretaker jumped as a nurse put a hand on their shoulder. "Caretaker," they said softly, "let's take a look at you."

"They....they need help," Caretaker whispered, unable to say the words that they feared were true.

"Whumpee has a great medical team looking after them. Let's get you looked at and then I can find out how Whumpee's doing, is that ok?"

"Whumpee....Whumpee needs me. Please, they need me. I need them." Caretaker started forward to try and follow, but the nurse's hand on their shoulder made them stop.

"Whumpee has all the medical team they need. You need to be looked at. Let the doctors do their job with Whumpee. And let me help you. Then I'll look in on Whumpee, ok?" Their voice was calm and soothing.

But Caretaker didn't want to be soothed. Whumpee had been hurt because of them. Had continued to be hurt because of them. They hadn't been able to do anything to help Whumpee. Hadn't been able to get help, escape, or save Whumpee.

And now....And now, Whumpee's heart had stopped beating. Whumpee was.....dead.

"Please, they can't die. Please. Don't let them die," Caretaker said, tears streaming down their face.

"We won't let them die, Caretaker. We're working on bringing them back. Now let's take a look to make sure you're ok."

[the-intellectual-emo]

poor benny boy cant catch a break sometimes :( , welp! *proceeds to draw angst for funzies*

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Anxiously awaiting for my aunt to get home so I can give her the news that her dog passed 💀

[the-writing-mobster]

Hey guys! This is gonna be a tough post but I just need somewhere to vent a bit, I've been through the ringer this past week. This is kind of a personal post too? So by all means scroll by if you don't want to read stuff about medical emergencies...

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Kay. So... I had to take my mother to the ER due to complications with a recent surgery. Scary. Emotional. Exhausting.

Recovery for her will be a long and very difficult journey. Painful. She's doing better now and she gets stronger everyday but it's still a deep concern for me. I know the first week after she's released from the hospital will be extremely tough for everyone, especially her.

Personally, I've been really emotional. Crying on and off. Trying my best to be strong for her. So tired. So tired.

We were hit with a bombshell that she could have cancer, but the very next day were relieved to hear pathology reports showed the mass that'd been removed last week was benign, so that's def one less thing to worry about and a huge weight lifted off our shoulders....

All that being said — Honestly?

I could really use some kind words. Encouragement to help me get back into the right mindset to continue with art and writing. That's my safe space, you know?

Anyway, thank you all, and thank you to my wonderful mutuals who have been listening to me vent these past couple of days.

🫶🏻

[jiraip1lled]

Instant regret

I'm nervous now

[n4talia-chaparro]

•contains: hospital theme (?) & bruises

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New: July 22 - Nov 20

Old: Feb 12

Just a small redraw that I forgot to post actually lmfaoo

This crappy drawing was supposed to be some sort of redraw of this one scene from one of the old videos that I have in my unlisted or private playlist. I always keep my disgusting and cringy animations in a playlist to collect or see how many "animations" I've made de through the years.

So a little context. Every time I make an "animation meme" every ending has to have a cutscene to show some hints or short context of the AU and some side story or aftermath featuring some extra characters. However, that garbage turned out to be almost 3 fucking minutes. Even tho it's only 2:24 but it doesn't matter. I was kinda proud of how it came out but at the same time I had to keep it unlisted or private to avoid drama if people wanna take things out of context instead of asking me for context or info. Soo-- I was scared to upload again if that happened.

[yippie-madness]

i am very not sane rn and would be having a good time if it was not for the fact i feel like the cops are about to break into my room and drag me off to hospital again. kinda scared to sleep yay

[pxtheticweird0]

❗️TW❗️: HOSPITAL TIME

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story time: yesterday I developed a huggeeeee rash all over my chest, my shoulders and my skull wich in the matter of an hour got 20 times worse and I started to have struggles breathing. Seemingly it was an allergic reaction to some medication (pain meds) I took the day before because of a huge migrane. As I went to the ER, they told me I'll have to stay 24h or at least until the next morning. The night was hell, I had a huge panic attack until they gave me Tavor because the panic made it worse.

Just about 20 minutes ago, 4 Nurses came in and 1 doctor who checked up on me and asked questions. Turns out she thinks this state has more to do with my mental health than the medication that I took and reacted to. Now she's going to get a staff from the psych ward :D

[sanctos]

nothing  was  supposed  to  happen  like  this.     walter  hadn't  known  what  to  expect  weeks  ago  ,     alone  with  his  thoughts  driving  in  from  michigan  ,    with  nothing  but  a  letter  to  go  off———but  this   .  .  .   IN  EVERY  SCENARIO  HE  IMAGINED  ,     THIS  WAS  NEVER  A  SCENE.    the  hospital  setting  ,     sure;     jodie  in  her  weakest  moments  ,     emboldened  by  her  family  ,     the  anxiety  of  which  visit  would  be  her  last.     that  ,     he  could  picture.   he  had.    but  victor  here———his  son  ,     (  as  strange  as  those  words  still  feel,  )    near  death  and  seemingly  on  purpose   .  .  .   walter  sighs  ,    a  shaken  thing  ,     pushes  back  his  hat  to  anxiously  ruffle  his  hair.

sounds  of  discomfort  down  the  hallway  ,     beeping  monitors  overlapping  one  another  ,    antiseptic  smell  ,     families  whispering  to  each  other  in  nearby  chairs.   there's  a  man  here  that  won't  stop  looking  at  him  ,    intimidating  ,     almost  frightening.   he'd  told  a  nurse  his  name  was  amos.     walter  rubs  his  hands  together  ,    a  leg  starting  subconsciously  to  bounce.

the  other  man  here  is  just  as  much  of  a  stranger  ,    though  one  more  frequently  spotted.     jameson  ,     he'd  heard  victor  call  him.     they're  always  leaving  together  ,     holding  hands  ,     victor  scurrying  close  and  whispering.    it  isn't  hard  to  connect  the  dots.     gaze  shifts  to  him  ,    curious  ,     worried.    SHOULD  HE  SAY  SOMETHING  ?     offer  him  something  from  the  vending  machine  ?     he  doesn't  look  hungry.     how  could  he  be  ,     right  now  ?    walt's  never  done  this  before.    awkward  ,    eaten  up  by  something  he  cannot  name  ,     he  settles  just  to  glance  at  the  other  then  look  back  to  the  ground  ,     sitting  back  with  another  heavy  sigh  ,     head  shaking.

@polarean walter time

[opossum-by-night]

(TW: medical emergency)

Oh, also, the raccoon had a horrible anaphylactic reaction over the weekend and we didn't have an EpiPen so we had to rush him to the emergency room while his throat was actively closing up and then he had to spend the night at the hospital, but the bright side is that I got to use my one and only life skill of Being Really Good in a Crisis™

[lil-kozy-kollector]

Efanin and Boba (Boopa's here too just not in any pics) are having fun here! I admittedly am too...I'm probably the only person that's COZY in a hospital..😅 the operation just...suddenly it was over and I was rested and all nervousness was gone!

They've been taking great care of me!! They also bring me good food! It's like a hotel but you're a little sore!😂

[sevasey51]

Istg if my doctors say “we’ve got no appointments” at 8:30AM. WHEN IT OPENS. I think i might just go missing, because this pain is 👹👹👹👹 and I almost ended up in hospital it’s that bad I sat in the bath in water that was so hot it peeled off my nail polish.

I literally was on the phone to 111 praying and basically just saying whilst it was ringing “please be a women” “please be a women” it was a women and I couldn’t have been happier but if this doctor tomorrow just tells me to take more pain medication or “it’s probably just irritation” I will flip my shit, because this pelvic pain is pain that I’ve never ever experienced in my life and it’s not fun, I never cry in pain when I’m on my period or towards the end but i literally had a breakdown because I was and still am in so much pain

[buckys-little-belle]

i am not doing well lol 🕺🏼 my er visit is haunting me and i feel like im drowning 😌🤚🏻

[the-medical-anomaly]

[7thelaine]

Yesterday, I had to get an endoscopy done... So I present to you the short (and abruptly ended) story, "Waiting for my Endoscopy."

[thebestdefence]

A muffled and far away sounding collection of noise reached through to Rafael's ears, slowly pulling him towards consciousness. His eyes slowly opened a crack before closing again instantly closing at the bright and blinding lights. Shifting with a confusing groan of pain, he readied himself before opening his eyes again. Taking several moments to let his eyes focus.

Was he in a hospital?

Rafael didn't remember anything about how he had gotten there. Looking down with great difficulty and a frown of confusion on his face, he realised that the right side of his chest, shoulder & upper arm were carefully and completely bandaged up. His clothes no where to be seen.

What had happened to him?

Muttering in Spanish under his breath, Rafael looked around again until he saw his phone on a small table beside his bed. After some struggle, he managed to reach it with his left hand. It took multiple attempts before he could unlock it, the coordination of his left hand combined with being unable to tilt his head too much making it difficult. He was struggling to focus properly as he looked for anything on his phone that could possibly tell him anything. A text or voicemail or anything from anyone. But there was nothing.

After resting his head back against a pillow behind his head and trying again to remember anything, Rafael tried to dial a number in his phone.

Hoping someone would answer.