#hospital stretcher repair

[emerituscs]

How Emeritus QBRs Improve Equipment Downtime, Service Alignment, and Compliance with Bed Maintenance 2.0

Effective hospital bed and stretcher maintenance go beyond just keeping equipment functional—it’s about ensuring that downtime is minimized, service providers are aligned with organizational goals, and compliance with regulations is met. Emeritus addresses these challenges head-on through our Quarterly Business Review (QBR) process, which is a cornerstone of our Bed Maintenance 2.0 program. Here’s how our QBRs solve three critical issues: downtime visibility, service alignment, and regulatory compliance.

1. Poor Visibility into Hospital Bed Downtime and Performance

In healthcare facilities, downtime for hospital beds and stretchers can directly impact patient care. However, many facilities don’t have the tools to track downtime effectively, making it difficult to improve performance or anticipate failures.

Emeritus QBRs provide:

Detailed downtime metrics for each hospital bed and stretcher, helping facilities understand how often equipment is unavailable.

Performance insights, highlighting underperforming beds that may require more frequent maintenance.

Work order tracking, showing the progress and completion of maintenance tasks.

By providing this visibility, Emeritus helps healthcare facilities reduce equipment downtime, allowing them to keep more beds operational and minimize disruptions to patient care.

2. Misalignment Between Facilities and Service Providers

Many healthcare facilities experience a disconnect between their internal goals and the services provided by OEMs or ISOs. These providers may be more focused on their own metrics, such as completing work orders, rather than ensuring the facility’s beds are operating efficiently and in line with the organization’s goals.

At Emeritus, our QBRs ensure that our Bed Maintenance 2.0 program is aligned with your facility’s objectives. We do this by:

Reviewing work order performance, ensuring timely and efficient service.

Providing feedback loops, where clients can share their goals, allowing us to tailor our services accordingly.

Tracking service quality, ensuring we’re not just completing tasks but improving the overall performance of hospital beds and stretchers.

This alignment helps facilities get the most out of their maintenance program, ensuring that the service provided meets their operational needs.

3. Regulatory Compliance Challenges

Healthcare facilities must stay compliant with strict regulations from bodies like the Joint Commission, particularly when it comes to equipment safety and maintenance. Failing to maintain hospital beds and stretchers according to these standards can lead to penalties or even operational shutdowns.

Emeritus QBRs help our clients stay compliant by:

Tracking Joint Commission inspections, ensuring all hospital beds and stretchers meet the necessary regulatory standards.

Providing a compliance timeline, highlighting when equipment was last inspected and when upcoming inspections are due.

Offering regulatory insights, allowing facilities to address potential compliance issues before they become a problem.

With Emeritus, healthcare facilities can rest assured that their hospital bed maintenance is always aligned with the highest standards of regulatory compliance, reducing the risk of penalties and ensuring patient safety.

Through our Quarterly Business Reviews, Emeritus is helping healthcare facilities solve common challenges related to downtime, service alignment, and compliance in hospital bed and stretcher maintenance. Our Bed Maintenance 2.0 program goes beyond traditional maintenance approaches, offering comprehensive insights and alignment to ensure our clients’ operations run smoothly and efficiently.

Source Link : https://emerituscs.com/how-emeritus-qbrs-improve-equipment-downtime-service-alignment-and-compliance-with-bed-maintenance-2-0/

[sinkovia]

Consequences: Alternative Ending

-Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Mention of blood.

Consequences

As Simon drove to the bar, guilt weighed heavily on him, pressing down on his chest like a leaden weight. What was he doing? Not only had he put his hands on you, but he had also broken the promise you both made to each other.

What was he thinking, treating you like that? Speaking to you in such a hurtful manner when everything had been entirely his fault?

With each passing moment, the gravity of his actions sank deeper into his conscience, gnawing at him with relentless intensity. He couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of remorse and self-loathing that consumed him.

As he drove, his mind raced with thoughts of you, the pain he had caused, and the irreparable damage he had wrought upon your relationship. The realization of his own behavior filled him with a profound sense of shame and regret.

Unable to bear the weight of his guilt any longer, Simon made a U-turn, the screech of tires against asphalt echoing in the quiet night, and began driving back to the house.

Every mile brought him closer to you, to the chance of making things right, of seeking forgiveness for his unforgivable actions. He couldn't believe what had gotten into him, how he could have hurt the one person he loved and cared about most in his life.

He would make amends, he would get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, and he would do whatever it took to repair the damage he had caused.

Just as he began retracing his steps back home, his phone began to ring, and he saw your caller ID flashing on the screen. He answered, putting you on speaker as he focused on the road ahead.

"Sweetheart, I'm so-" His words faltered as he heard your cry of pain echoing through the phone. His heart seized in his chest as he listened to your strained voice.

"Simon, something's wrong with the baby, it hurts, it hurts so much, I don't know what to do." Every word pierced through him like a dagger.

His heart plummeted as he listened to your cries, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. “I’m coming, sweetheart. Just hold on. I’m two minutes away, baby.” Simon reassured you, his voice laced with urgency and fear.

Your cries of pain tore at his soul, and tears blurred his vision as he raced home.

Simon wasn’t a religious man, but in that moment, he found himself praying fervently to any higher power that would listen. He prayed for your safety, for the well-being of your unborn child. He knew that this was his punishment, his reckoning for the harm he had caused.

"Simon I cant-"

A sudden thud on the other end of the phone made his stomach plummet. His heart pounded against his chest as panic seized him, his hands trembling and slick with sweat.

"Y/n, baby, what was that? Are you okay?" Simon's voice cracked with worry, but he was met only with silence. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he sprinted to the front door as soon as he pulled into the driveway.

With a forceful push, he burst through the door, his eyes scanning the rooms in a desperate search for you. "Y/n, where are you?" he called out frantically, his heart hammering in his chest.

Racing to the bathroom, his worst fears were confirmed as he found you unconscious on the floor, blood pooling beneath you. "Fuck, no, no, no," he muttered under his breath, his hands shaking as he scooped you up into his arms.

"Y/n, baby, I need you to open your eyes for me," he pleaded as he carried you to the car, buckling you into the passenger seat. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other periodically checking your pulse, Simon sped towards the hospital with a single-minded determination.

Simon burst into the ER with you cradled in his arms. The nurses sprang into action, swiftly transferring you onto a stretcher and wheeling you away to the surgery room.

The sight of you, unconscious sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He paced the waiting room, unable to sit still as his hands shook with fear and anxiety.

Sinking into a chair, Simon buried his face in his hands, consumed by guilt. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had caused your suffering, that his actions caused you stress and had put you and the baby in danger.

With each passing second, Simon's mind raced with a litany of regrets and what-ifs. If you didn't make it through this, he knew he would never forgive himself. The thought of losing you, the love of his life, because of his own actions was unbearable. All he could do now was wait, gripped by the crushing weight of uncertainty.

When the nurse finally called his name, Simon practically bolted from his seat, his heart pounding in his ears.

“Is she okay? Is the baby okay?” Simon's voice was filled with anxiety as he pleaded for reassurance.

The nurse motioned for him to follow her, and Simon eagerly complied, his heart pounding in his ears.

“Your wife and baby are okay, but there are some complications with the pregnancy,” she began, her tone grave. Simon's breath caught in his throat, fear gripping him like a vise. He willed the nurse to walk faster, desperate for answers.

“The placenta began to detach from the uterine wall, pressing against the cervix, resulting in bleeding. While the placenta has stabilized for now, if it continues to dislodge, there's a risk of miscarriage. However, if she reaches the thirty-two-week mark, premature delivery is an option, with the hope that the baby can complete development in the NICU.”

Simon listened intently, absorbing every word with a sinking feeling in his chest. “Is there anything we can do to prevent her placenta from pushing further down?” his voice laced with desperation.

The nurse shook her head sadly. “Unfortunately not. What will help is bed rest—no walking or any physical movement that would cause her uterus to push the placenta further down.”

“So she’ll stay here until the baby is delivered?”

“Yes,” the nurse confirmed as she opened the door to your room. As Simon rushed to your side, his eyes filled with tears, you turned your head to meet his gaze. With a weak smile, you reached out to touch his cheek as he gently cupped your face.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m so so sorry, this is all my fault,” Simon whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You shook your head gently, “It’s okay, what matters is that you answered. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t.”

Simon's head dropped against your hand, “I should have never said those things to you, I should have never put my hands on you like that, I should have never broken our promise. I don’t know what I was thinking love, I'm so sorry.”

You gazed into his eyes, seeing the remorse and regret etched in his expression. Despite the pain and uncertainty swirling around you, you found it in your heart to forgive him.

“I forgive you, Simon. We'll get through this together, okay?”

He nodded, his grip tightening on your hand as he leaned in to kiss you gently on the forehead. "I love you so much,"

Simon's hand gently cupped your cheek again, his thumb moving back and forth. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he murmured, his gaze shifting to your stomach. “How do you feel?”

“I feel a bit uncomfortable, but I'm okay,” you replied, gently moving your hand over his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Simon exhaled deeply, nodding in relief. “I'm glad.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and both of you turned your attention to the doctor walking in, followed by a nurse wheeling in a machine.

“I was told you didn't know the gender of your baby,” You nodded in confirmation, exchanging a glance with Simon as your anticipation grew.

“This here is an ultrasound machine. You both can listen to your baby’s heartbeat, and we can find out if it’s a boy or girl,” the doctor explained. Simon's grip on your hand tightened, and you offered him a reassuring smile, though your thoughts lingered on the safety of your baby.

“This won’t hurt them or make the placenta move?” you asked with concern. The doctor shook her head. “No, everything is safe for you and the baby,” she reassured.

Simon leaned closer to you, anticipation and nerves intertwining as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine. The room seemed to hold its breath as the gel was applied to your bump, and the doctor began to maneuver the wand.

Then, there it was—a steady, rhythmic thumping sound filling the room. Your baby's heartbeat, strong and clear, echoed through the space. Tears started spilling from your eyes, and Simon let out a choked sob as your grip on each other's hand tightened, your eyes still glued to the screen.

Simon's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to contain his emotions, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that moment, as you listened to the steady beat of your baby's heart, you felt an unbreakable bond between the three of you, a love so deep and pure that it brought tears of joy to your eyes.

The doctor continued to shift the camera around until she got a better angle and took a few pictures. She gasped and smiled, “Are you ready?” You quickly nodded your head, gripping onto Simon's hand harder.

“You guys are having a baby girl!” the doctor announced. You sobbed out and smiled, turning to Simon, whose tears prickled off his eyelashes, the joy in his heart insurmountable. He cupped your face and kissed you.

“Congratulations! I’ll give you both some time to yourselves,” the doctor said before leaving the room.

"We're having a little girl, sweetheart," Simon couldn't contain his excitement, his smile stretching from ear to ear as he showered you with kisses.

"We can finally pick a name!" Your eyes sparkled with joy as you looked up at him. He gently took your hand and planted soft kisses on your knuckles, each one filled with love.

"Did you have any names in mind, love?" Simon asked, his eyes filled with anticipation as he awaited your response. Your smile softened as you gazed up at him, a glint of excitement in your eyes.

"Yeah, I was thinking about Marie…" you began, the name of Simon's late mother rolling off your tongue with a sense of reverence and love.

Simon's smile widened, his eyes glistening. "Marie Riley, that's a beautiful name, love," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

You smiled back at him, your heart swelling with affection. "I know," you replied, gently cupping his cheek, feeling a sense of warmth and connection in choosing a name that honored his family.

The next two and a half months passed by in a blur, the days blending into one another as you remained confined to the hospital bed. Simon never left your side, his presence a constant source of comfort and support.

Every morning, he would slip out to your favorite breakfast place, returning with a tray of steaming hot food just in time for your waking moment. His care and attention were evident in every detail, from the way he fluffed your pillows to the gentle way he brushed your hair away from your face.

During lunchtime, he would disappear briefly, only to return with a homemade meal that he had lovingly prepared himself. The aroma of his cooking would fill the room, warming your heart as much as your stomach.

In the evenings, he would set up your new laptop, eager to continue your tradition of watching your favorite show together. He would sit beside you, holding your hand as you laughed.

And every week, like clockwork, he would arrive with a fresh bouquet of flowers, the vibrant colors brightening up the sterile hospital room. His apologies were a constant refrain, a reminder of the regret he felt for his actions on that fateful day.

Despite the passage of time, his remorse never wavered, his determination to make things right driving him to do everything in his power to ensure your comfort and happiness. Each day was a testament to his love for you, a promise to never let you down again.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Simon whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You reached up and cupped his cheek, offering him a reassuring smile. “Simon, it's okay, really it is. We’re okay, I’m safe, Marie is safe, you’re safe. That’s all that matters now.” Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his softly.

“I love you, Simon, always,” you murmured as you pulled away, looking up at him with affection. Simon's gaze softened, filled with so much love it made your heart swell. “I love you more, Y/n,” he replied tenderly.

You shook your head teasingly. “Impossible, there's no way—”

But your words were cut short as a sharp, searing pain tore through you. You screamed out in sheer agony, gripping Simon's arm tightly. “I think the baby is coming,” you managed to gasp between breaths, the pain radiating through your entire body.

Simon's eyes widened in alarm, and he immediately called for a nurse. A group of them rushed in, swiftly wheeling your bed to the delivery room. Simon stayed by your side the entire time, holding your hand firmly as you braved through the intense waves of pain.

“I can't… it hurts, it hurts so much,” you cried out, your voice trembling with agony. Simon grabbed a small rag, wiping the sweat from your forehead, his eyes filled with worry.

“They're going to give you a shot for the pain right now, sweetheart. You need to try and sit still, can you do that for me, baby?” Simon's voice was gentle yet urgent as tears began to gloss your eyes. Despite the agony, you nodded, bracing yourself for the needle.

The momentary distraction of the shot didn't alleviate the excruciating pain coursing through your body. After a few minutes, you were still in agony, the intensity no less than before.

“It hurts, it hurts so much, I can't take it, I feel like I'm being torn apart,” you sobbed, your voice filled with anguish. Simon cursed under his breath, frustration evident on his face. The epidural had failed, leaving you to endure the pain without relief.

The nurses worked tirelessly to make you as comfortable as possible, while the doctor instructed you to begin pushing. Each push felt like an insurmountable feat as you cried out, clawing into Simon's arm for support.

“You can do this, sweetheart. Just one big push, I know you can do it, love,” Simon encouraged, his voice unwavering despite the tears in his eyes. He gently wiped the sweat from your forehead as you struggled through the pain.

With each push, you felt as though you were reaching your breaking point. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Simon felt utterly helpless, knowing there was nothing he could do to ease your suffering.

“Just a few more pushes, the baby is almost out,” the doctor reassured, urging you to keep going.

Simon squeezed your hand tighter, his voice trembling with emotion. “Just a few more pushes, love. You’re almost there, sweetheart,” he encouraged, his heart breaking with each scream of pain that echoed through the room.

The baby finally emerged, and the doctor immediately began stimulating her chest. “Why isn't she crying? Is she okay? Is my baby okay?” You sobbed, your heart pounding with fear. Simon's eyes were wide with worry as he watched the doctor work, his hand gripping yours tightly.

Then, Marie’s cry pierced the air, filling the room with relief as both you and Simon let out a sigh of relief. Tears streamed down your cheeks as they gently placed Marie on your chest, her tiny body nestled against yours.

You kissed the top of your daughter's forehead, your breaths becoming increasingly labored. “Are you okay, love?” Simon's voice was filled with concern as he glanced at the doctor and then to your heart monitor, which showed your heart rate declining.

“What’s happening? Why is her heart rate dropping so quickly?” Simon was panicking as he looked from the doctor to you. Your head was tilted back against the pillow, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed at Marie.

“She’s losing too much blood,” the doctor explained gravely.

Simon's heart sank as he watched your eyes flutter closed, the heart monitor reading a flatline, the sound echoing in his ears.

“No, no, no, no,” he muttered frantically, his hands shaking as the nurses handed him Marie. The sound of Marie crying seemed distant as he focused solely on the constant, agonizing sound of your flatline.

The nurse grabbed the defibrillator and yelled "clear" before administering a shock to your chest. Simon's gaze never left your face, his tears falling freely as he gently held his daughter, the weight of fear heavy in his heart.

“Clear!” Each shock caused your chest to lift up, but still, the ringing of the flatline on the heart monitor remained unchanged.

Simon's world shattered as he watched the nurses desperately trying to save you. He begged and pleaded with them, his voice choked with fear and desperation, as they worked frantically to revive you.

Despite their efforts, the defibrillator failed to bring you back. Your body unable to withstand the trauma of childbirth.

Simon watched helplessly as the nurse put the pads down and the room fell silent, the only sound being the relentless sound of the flatline, a cruel reminder of the fragile line between life and death.

"What are you doing? Do it again!" Simon's voice reverberated through the room, filled with desperation and anguish.

The nurses and doctor exchanged somber glances, their silence speaking volumes. "I’m sorry-" the doctor began, but Simon cut her off with a choked voice, his emotions raw and unfiltered.

"No, don't fucking apologize. Don't you dare fucking apologize. You bring her back, goddamn it!"

Simon’s breathing was labored, his chest heaving with every sob. Tears streamed down his face, his voice trembling with emotion. "You have to bring her back, please. I'm begging you, please just try again."

Simon was consumed by a profound sense of loss and emptiness. The love of his life, the mother of his child, was gone, leaving behind a void. It was as if a part of him had been torn away, leaving him adrift in a sea of grief with no hope of salvation.

As the reality of your death settled over him like a suffocating blanket, Simon felt as though his own heart had stopped beating. The world around him seemed to fade into a blur of pain and sorrow, each breath a struggle against the weight of his grief.

But amidst the darkness, a small glimmer of light emerged. Marie's cries ceased, and Simon's gaze fell upon her tiny face. Her eyes, wide and curious, mirrored yours in a hauntingly familiar way. It was as if you were looking back at him through her innocent gaze.

Sinking into the nearest chair, Simon cradled Marie close to his chest, his tears mingling with hers as he mourned your loss. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, the words a futile attempt to convey the depth of his remorse.

An apology meant for you, for all the things left unsaid and undone, for the pain he had caused, for everything he had done wrong, a lament for the loss of both you and the life you had dreamed of together.

As he held Marie in his arms, Simon couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him from the inside.

This was the consequence for his actions.

If only he hadn't acted the way he did towards you, if only he had been more understanding and supportive, maybe you wouldn't have faced such complications in your pregnancy. Maybe, just maybe, you would still be alive, smiling beside him as you marveled at your daughter together.

But now, as he cradled your daughter next to your lifeless body, Simon realized the cruel irony of life's give and take. Marie would forever be a bittersweet reminder of the love you had shared, a beacon of hope in the darkness of his grief.

Every time he looked at her, he would see traces of you in her eyes, hear echoes of your laughter in hers. And though the pain of your absence would never truly fade, Simon knew that he would do everything in his power to honor your memory and protect the precious gift you had left behind.

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[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is birth and medical fetish fiction. It's all fake. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

It all happened so fast. One minute I'm up in the stirrups pushing my baby out and the next I'm flat on my back on a stretcher being rushed to the OR. My legs are bent at the knee and my baby's massive head is laying between my thighs in a puddle of blood.

Being moved like this, still conscious with a baby hanging out of me, is excruciating. I ripped badly when the head came out and my clitoris was almost entirely severed. I've got fourth degree tears through my rectum and, though I don't know it yet, my ureter is so badly damaged I'm going to be peeing through a catheter for a while.

I don't know why no one thinks to give me something for the pain but I'm unfortunately still awake when they transfer me from the stretcher to the operating table. My scream as my butt hits the table and the head between my legs is jostled jolts someone back to reality and finally the nurse grants me mercy and pushes the drugs to knock me out through my IV.

Minutes after intubating me, they have me back in stirrups and the doctor performs a long midline incision for quick access to my womb. My tits jiggle lewdly as they push my baby's massive head back up through my ruined pussy and out the bleeding, sucking hole in my stomach. It takes two hours to repair my vaginal and rectal injuries and close my abdomen.

When I wake up in recovery I've still got a tube down my throat, my arms are tied to the arms of the hospital bed, and I'm in agony. It feels like I've been flayed alive and that someone cut my genitals off.

The nurse notices I'm awake and pats my hand soothingly. "It’s ok, honey, you've got an epidural. Just relax and let yourself start to heal."

I'm still paralyzed from the anesthesia and the tube in my throat keeps me from saying anything anyway but the epidural is working about as well as it did during my birth. Which is to say, not at all.

All I can do is close my eyes and pray I pass out from the pain.

[mishy-mashy]

Just got two guesses about BNHA 425

1) This person is probably the new AFO.

It's mentioned that while big fights are recorded, it's the aftermath that isn't, with a lot of trouble happening there. AFO rose up during those uncertain gaps of time, and right now, the story is going through another period of unease and attempted repair.

Soon after they mention this is how AFO came to be, we see this guy. Maybe it's to do with the idea "A story can't be a story without a villain" or something.

A story about heroes has no big bad villain now. Maybe it's to fill in. Or to continue the trend: a villain will rise up during the period of strife and attempted restoration.

2) This is Endeavor looking at Touya in a hospital room.

I've seen some people talk about how Touya has to be alive, because he was on a stretcher.

When someone is in critical condition, and their situation is extremely delicate, it's possible that patient can be put into an isolated, sterilized room to keep out the germs. Visitors can only view them from beyond a glass wall.

Ex. Yuuki in SAO

A patient with fragile health, that can't move or live without a machine, and is being kept in a sterilized room to prevent infection. Visitors can only view beyond glass.

I know this is me using SAO as a reference, but it's the first image that came to mind about this. Even if she's using some advanced technology to have some semblance of normal consciousness, MHA is advanced enough because of Quirks to still have big machines and ways to help people with Quirk accidents. (Basically, don't defunct this cuz I referenced SAO, but also)

Elemental Quirks are rather common, imo.

Anyway— it looks similar to what's being shaded out.

"The Todoroki family faces..." literally insinuates it's a family issue.

Endeavor said he wasn't going to take his eyes off of Touya. He said he would look straight at him. And if that's Touya in a hospital bed, Endeavor is keeping his promise.

We've also seen with AFO and All Might, and Kurogiri and Present Mic + Aizawa, when villains are in captivity and can only be viewed beyond a pane of glass.

Touya is both someone in need of medical care, and a villain.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Protective

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Jackson Avery x reader

Jackson POV:

Today was a slow day, crap. Never say it's a slow day when your covering the ER. 

Bailey - "Incoming trauma, multiple vehicle collision and cyclist vs vehicle multiple crush injuries everyone be ready!"

What did I tell you? Anyway I go to get a trauma gown on and y/n comes up next to me.

Y/n - "If there's any open breaks I call dibs." Jackson - "Hey! No fair, whoever gets to them first gets it, okay?" Y/n - "Pleaseee, I haven't been inside an OR for days and I think I'm going insane. I pissed off Derek by accident and now he's letting Lexie scrub in and not me." Jackson - "Fine." Y/n - "Thank you so much!"

She exclaimed and then walked off to go wait for the ambulance. See, if it was anyone else, I would've stood my ground but, it's not just anyone it's y/n/n (your nickname) and it's obvious to everyone but her that I like her. But, oh well, she'll get the hint eventually right?

I walked outside just as the first ambulance arrived.

Paramedic - "Male, 31, crush injuries to the chest and lower abdomen, broken right leg and lacerations to the upper left abdomen!"

I see y/n face light up at the mention of a broken limb, she wants to do ortho so, she's into that kinda stuff. It's adorable to say the least.

We wheel in the guy on the stretcher and transfer him to the gurney. We begin to look at the chest to see if there's any liquid in the cavity and thankfully there isn't but. the abdomen began to swell so we knew he had free flowing liquid in there so we went straight to the OR.

Time skip to when they're finished and the guy's in post-op:

Y/n POV:

I'm currently waiting for this guy we just operated on to wake up. Jackson is bedside me, we're leanig against the nurses station as his eyelids begin to flutter. We make a b-line for his room. 

Guy - "Where am I?" Y/n - "Sir you're in the hospital. You werew involved in an accident involving 3 cars and yourself, you were on your bike. Other than your broken leg, which means we will need to keep you in here for another couple weeks to monitor it and so Dr. Torres can look you over and plan your recovery, your other injuries were fixed in the OR. You had some crush injuries that ruptured your spleen but, because we got in there quick we managed to repair it. The other injuries were superficial. For the sutures we will get Dr. Sloan to come in and check up on them ever other day to make sure it's all healing properly. Forgot to mention, Dr. Sloan is a plastic surgeon and Dr. Torres is an orthopaedic surgeon. Any question?" Guy - "Not about the medical stuff but I do have a question for you sweetheart." Y/n - "Go for it." Guy - "You free tonight? Such a pretty girl like you shouldn't be without a boyfriend." Y/n - "Oh, that's very sweet of you but unfortunately I'm on call tonight." Guy - "That's fine, just come visit me sweetheart. A young thing like you could make any man feel better." Y/n - "We'll see, maybe I'll come see you maybe I won't. Goodbye sir." Guy - "Bye sweetheart!"

I walked out of the room with Jackson close behind me. That man is very flattering but kinda creepy. I'm going to put away his chart when Jackson stopped me. 

Jackson - "Hey, what the hell was that?" Y/n - "What do you mean?" Jackson - "Don't bullshit me y/n. In there with the patient." Y/n - "Oh my god Jackson, I was reciprocating emotions it's basic patient care." Jackson - "Yeah comforting them and sharing concerns. Not flirting with them!" Y/n - "Okay wh- Jackson.." My voice calmed down a lot at this point and I looked him directly in his mesmerising green eyes.  Jackson - "What?!" Y/n - "You're jealous." At this point I was giggling at him. His face contorted into a shocked almost offended face but I didn't care because the blush that covered his face made it obvious that I was right. Jackson - "Wha-what, no I am not." Y/n - "Yeah you are don't deny it." Jackson - "I am not."  Y/n - "Yeah you areeee"

At this point he had accepted defeat and took the chart out my hand and grabbed my hand. I didn't question his actions and just followed him like a lost puppy. We came to a stop outside an on-call room and he opened the door and pushed me inside.

Y/n - "Jackson wha-"

I was cut off by his lips on mine. His arms snaked their way around my waist and pulled me close. My hands were around his neck as his soft lips moved against mine. He turned us around and gently pushed me against the door and pulled away briefly to speak.

Jackson - "I was jealous. Okay? I really like you  y/n/n." I tried to speak but he cut me off. "Don't say anything unless you want me to stop."

He pulled me back in and locked the door. He walked me over to one of the beds and gently laid me down. 

Let's just say I didn't get to go back to the patients room that night.

[swiftsdelucaa]

Being a fellow doctor at Grey salon and also Amelia's or Teddy's lover . Maybe reader got into an accident and is critically injured .

❛ 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Teddy Altman x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: So I chose Teddy since I haven't written anything for her yet! Hope you like it and enjoyy ;)

You had seen millions of soldiers lose their minds and threaten anyone who bothered them with a weapon. So you knew how to behave. You knew how to act when that boy pulled a gun out of his pocket terrifying all the passers. You were walking to the hospital, you couldn't ignore the situation. Some of them had called the police, but no one had arrived yet, so you stepped forward. You knew somehow that boy wasn't into him, otherwise why threaten everyone with a gun?

You were about to get him to put the weapon down so that you would pick it up and he wouldn't scare anyone again, but then the police came yelling at him from behind, so he started getting really upset and angry, picking on you, saying that you tricked him, so he fired a bullet that hit you right in the belly. You felt a weight hit you, suddenly it was hard to even breathe, all you could do was collapse on the ground, closing your eyes, as the blood started flowing out and people ran to your rescue. Then you heard nothing more.

You were rushed to Grey-Sloan, where April and Teddy were waiting. She was prepared for the trauma of a gunshot wound, but with you it would have been different, and maybe finding out like this wouldn't have been even one of the best ways.

"What do we have?" Kepner asked when the ambulance arrived.

"Woman, 34, gunshot wound to abdomen, she lost much blood" the paramedics carried your stretcher off the vehicle.

"Y/n?" Teddy raised her eyes when she recognized you even you had an oxygen mask and were still unconscious. "Oh my God, what happened?!" she asked confused and afraid.

"Teddy it's okay, I'll call Owen, he'll help me with he, she'll be fine, okay?" April tried to calm her down as she just panicked.

Teddy followed her as she carried you into the room, where Owen and Meredith were already ready.

"Hey, isn't she Y/n?" Owen asked.

"God, what the hell happened?" Meredith asked too, with a worried tone.

"They said a guy shot her... she tried to stop him" April said starting to check you. Teddy was still near the entrance of your room, she put a hand on her mouth as she tried to hold on the tears. Owen noticed it, so he went to her.

"Teddy, you can't stay here..."

"I- I know, I just-" she stopped, couldn't continue the sentence.

"We'll take care of her, now you should take care of yourself" he reassured her. "Do you trust us?" she nodded wiping away a tear that she couldn't help but hold back, while Owen returned with the others to deal with you.

They gave you more units of blood and took you to surgery to get the bullet out and stop the bleeding. It had managed to puncture the intestine and diaphragm, luckily nothing they couldn't take care of. The repair was done perfectly, the most involved procedure was the extraction of the bullet as it risked damaging the artery, but you had been entrusted to the best, Teddy had nothing to fear.

When you woke up it took you a while to figure out where you were and why, then you turned around to find Teddy next to you, still crying. As soon as you woke up her face lit up and she squeezed your hand.

"God, you have to stop scaring me!" she wiped away her tears and you smiled at her.

"I... I couldn't not doing anything..." you justified yourself.

"I know, I know you" she stroked your cheek. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Weak, but fine" you kissed her hand which was still on your cheek.

Her gaze remained fixed on you for a while, before she started talking again.

"How would I do without you?" You sighed at her question.

"I'll be strong for tou whatever thing will happen, I promise" you smiled at her as she approached to kiss you on your lips, then laying next to you and holding you in each other arms, feeling safe.

[skoulsons]

Heart Swollen With My Loving For You

Some tlou2 spoilers fyi. I also wrote this in both canons but that’s typical of me

Her head is heavy against his chest, the thump-thump of his beating heart filling her ear. Her mouth was open as she laid against him, deep breaths escaping her sleeping state.

He hasn’t held her in three and a half years. She wasn’t letting him get close to her; he was like another clicker chasing her off of unstable scaffolding, this time after the heart she opened so willingly for him.

He was trying to save her; to protect their relationship. He knew she wouldn’t understand the choice he made; but it wasn’t even a choice. He loves her, and that’s all it was. Love. There wasn’t a choice to be made. From the second he woke up on that stretcher without her, the Fireflies fate was set in stone.

She’s snuggled up next to him, her body half draped across his. Her left leg is thrown over his as her left arm is haphazardly laid across his chest.

The choice cost him. His most important relationship in twenty years was torn, a veil beyond repair. A burned bridge. Branches previously grafted together were sawed apart. One shove was all it took. The physical pain in his chest from being shoved away; his hand batted away from her shoulder when he tried to comfort her. His touch was always welcomed, needed from her, and then she was refusing it. Don’t fucking touch me. The look in her eyes drilled a hole through his heart, blood from their now estrangement pouring out into his chest cavity. He couldn’t breathe, his chest constricting to try and make up for the loss of her. Three years prior, she was what filled that empty cavity that Sarah left in him. But in that clearing outside Saint Mary’s, a new empty cavity, for a new daughter, was formed.

His left arm is around her small form, softly coating her back in gentle circles and patterns. His right arm is on his stomach, Joel gingerly tracing the tip of his fingers along her forearm.

He rode at a distance on their way home from the hospital, cautiously watching her ride ahead of him. Her shoulders were slumped, posture depressed; Ellie completely barren of him from her life now. He watched her as she occasionally brought a hand to her face to wipe her tears away or to cover her face in an attempt to hide her sniffling or small sobs. He couldn’t do anything about it and, somehow, that chest pain from her shoving him away was minimal in comparison to the way it was suffocating him now; Joel unable to take in a full breath their entire ride home knowing he was the reason.

Her head is right over his heart, rising and falling with Joel’s chest as he draws in full, sufficient breaths.

He was so patient. Never poking, prodding, or pushing her to talk or interact. She was adamant in keeping her distance, and he let her, as much as it broke his heart. They were inseparable, attached at the hip through their day-to-day life. At home, she always had a reason to be close to him. Hand holding, back rubs, or extra hugs during mundane tasks. She’d cling to his arm, her hands wrapped around his bicep as he read a book. He’d kiss her head more than normal, some a little more serious than others if he knew she needed those unspoken words that always seemed to be heard through a kiss to her temple.

He brought his left hand from her back to her hair, smoothing it down her neck and back. He carded his fingers through her strands from her scalp to her ends, gently tearing through any tangles that were building up.

He brushed her hair on the harder days, the both of them sitting on Joel’s bed as he brushed through the tangles that built up over the weekend. When she didn’t have the strength to take care of herself, he always did everything he could. Getting her hair brushed by him was cathartic, calming the swirling storm of thoughts in her head in a matter of minutes. He was always gentle, apologizing if her hair was ever pulled too hard. Brushing her hair always ended in a hug and an occasional thank you from Ellie; and it was never just for brushing her hair.

He tilted his head to her, his nose burying in her hair as his mouth grazed the crown of her head.

There was one day they were snowed in, Ellie refusing to leave his side or his field of view. Joel offered to brush her hair again, just to give her that relief she relished in on the harder days. After refusing that offer, he asked to braid it. Ellie accepted that time, the both of them sitting on Joel’s bed so he could work. Her body was tilted to the side, her right leg bent as her knee was propped up on his sheets as her left was steady on the ground. He was behind her in a similar position, Ellie sitting against the shin of his right leg. He brushed her hair a few times over to prep it for the braiding, smiling at the way she always relaxed with the small action. All done, baby. She leaned back against his chest, her head falling right under his chin. Joel brought his arms up and crossed them across her chest, holding her tight against him. He placed his cheek against her temple as Ellie held onto his wrists across her chest. He kissed her temple, rocking them slowly back and forth on his bed.

Joel breathes in, the lavender scent of her hair making him smile against her hair.

She was safe. Her hair was clean; she was clean. She was eating and sleeping again. That sparkle in her eye that he sweared only glowed a bit brighter whenever she talked about space was back. She was eating again, too. She was sleeping and working at the stables again. There was a way that she used to walk that seemed to fade for those two years that was back now. Joel realized, now, she started to walk like him during their journey. She was in so much pain she changed the way she walked.

Ellie adjusted slightly against him, readjusting the arm on his chest into a fist resting against him. He grabbed her hand on his chest with his right, carefully opening her fist to hold her fingers in his. He wiggled his fingers into her grip, hers lightly draped over his.

She was here, his little girl against his chest in the dark of the night. A leg over his leg and her arm on his chest, hand in his. His left arm was around her back, gentle patterns being drawn through his her shirt. The thump-thump of his heart filling her ear, the comforting song keeping her nightmares far away, buried under the weight of his proof of life.

He was so damn grateful.

He rubbed his calloused thumb back and forth over her knuckles as he brought it up to his chin, lightly kissing her knuckles.

She shook awake at the contact, her fingers tightening around his as she lifted her head from his chest, eyes adjusting to the moonlight streaming in.

“‘S just me, baby,” he soothed, rubbing a few more strokes down her back as he lifted his neck off the pillow so she could see him.

She exhaled, nodding. She turned her head to him, a questionable look on her face, sleep coating her voice. “Have you slept? Like… at all?”

He chuckled, his voice in a gruff whisper. “A little bit earlier. Been awake for a while now,” he confirmed as he brushed his thumb over her knuckles again.

“C’mon, old man, you need some sleep. We have plans tomorrow.” He grinned, eyebrows rising briefly at the backhanded endearment she loved to call him.

He caught her eyes in the moonlight seeping through the curtains pulled loosely in front of his windows. The same eyes that stared right through him that day were the same ones looking at him now. That day, her eyes were full of tears, a few dripping to the collar of her shirt. He saw and felt every ounce of her gaze. Anger, disbelief, betrayal. All of those emotions twisting into some sort of emotional corkscrew, digging into his heart and turning every which way before being forcefully pulled out; a new cavity created in the depths of his heart just from the way she looked at him. We’re done.

And then there was this moment. Those same dark brown irises looking at him again. Looking up at him from being tucked against his side, the white of her sclera highlighted from the moonlight coating his room. Her eyes searched his, that all-too-familiar sparkle in her eye as she watched him, and she wasn’t even talking about space. But she didn’t have to talk about space for that sparkle to make itself known. We’re like a… binary star. She was looking at the person bound to her. She was looking at the person who, after years of being in an irregular orbit with, was back in their pull, orbiting even stronger than before.

Now, there was trust, faith, and love in her gaze.

He dropped his head back against his pillow, breaking from his thoughts. “Oh, that’s right. Guitar strings?”

“Mhm. And maybe some more picks if we happen to find some.” She laid her head back against his chest, adjusting herself so her ear was right over his heart again. The study thump-thump slowly lulling her to sleep again.

“Absolutely, kiddo,” he said, bringing her knuckles up to his chin again, kissing them twice. He adjusted his head against hers, mouth pressed into the crown of her again, kissing the mess of her strands that had bunched up from her adjusting.

“G’night, Joel,” she mumbled, a sigh escaping her lips as she settled her weight onto him completely.

The hand behind her back pulled her closer into him, rubbing a few heavy strokes up and down her spine. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered.

It’s overwhelming to him, really. She’s his. He’s hers. He gets to keep her. After years of doubts if she’ll come back home to him and if she’ll ever be able to talk to him again, she was here. The days he spent thinking back to them leaning over his porch and what they told each other. I would like to try. I’d like that.

They were seeing the effect of that now. How she tried and succeeded and how he waited for her, over the moon that she was even willing to come back. She was willing to push through and to try and reconcile with him. And whether she did it or not didn’t change anything. He would’ve waited until the ends of the earth. He would’ve waited until time itself stopped. He would’ve waited til every star lost its place in the sky, falling into the void of space. He would’ve waited until his last breath.

But he didn’t have to wait anymore.

I did okay. She’s home safe. I have her again.

[hunty627]

Here’s the script for safety around celebrities.

Gordon is a very fast and strong steam engine. His favorite job is to pull the express. But sometimes, other engines take the express whenever Gordon needs a rest or if he’s feeling unwell. One morning, Gordon had to go to the fitters yard. He needed a new boiler. Sir Topham Hatt was faced with a difficult situation. With Gordon at the works, who would pull the express? The other engines who would pull it have their own work to do. Nearby, Toad the brake van had heard everything and he had an idea. He asked Sir Topham Hatt if Olton Hall could come visit Sodor and pull the express while Gordon is being repaired. After all, he pulled the Hogwarts express in the Harry Potter movies. Sir Topham Hatt thought that was a great idea. Before long, Olton Hall arrived from the mainland. People began taking pictures of him with their cameras. Olton Hall was honored to be chosen to pull Gordon’s express. He was coupled up to the coaches, everyone got on board and he steamed grandly away. Olton Hall felt very proud to be pulling the express. It reminded him of when he was on set in the very first Harry Potter film. As he steamed through the woods, he saw a snowy owl fly by, which reminded him of Harry Potter’s pet snowy owl, Hedwig. At the end of the line, Olton Hall was about to depart with the express coaches for his return journey when he saw two young boys playing Harry Potter. One was playing as Harry and the other was playing as Voldemort. The Great Western Hall class engine thought it was very amusing. It was just like in the movie, but then there was trouble. The boy playing as Voldemort wasn’t paying attention to the yellow line on the platform. And then, he fell over the platform gap and landed on the tracks! His left leg hit the metal rail with a loud bang, and there was a crunch coming from inside his leg! He had broken his leg! Olton Hall’s driver didn’t see the injured boy and began to open the regulator. Olton Hall told his driver to stop. He applied the brakes and stopped with his wheel just a few inches from the boy’s broken leg. When the paramedics arrived in the ambulance, they used a stretcher to carry the injured boy, who apologized to Olton Hall for not being careful. The crimson red engine accepted his apology and told him when he gets out of the hospital, he has to be more careful about railway safety, especially around very famous engines such as himself. The boy promised as he was put in the ambulance. After that, the conductor blew the whistle and waved the green flag. And Olton Hall pulled the express back to Knapford station. When Gordon returned from the works, Olton Hall told him and the others the whole story. The engines could hardly believe it. Gordon was grateful that Olton Hall pulled the express very well, in spite of what had happened at the station. And Sir Topham Hatt was very proud and he also said Olton Hall can come back and visit anytime he wants to. That made Olton Hall feel very happy. Duck and Oliver were very glad that their famous friend did the right thing by telling the boy to be more careful next time. And Olton Hall said it’s all part of doing things the Great Western way instead of the wrong way. The other engines groaned and said that they know it and then they all laughed as Olton Hall went back home to the mainland. The end.

[rainintheevening]

For @sergeanttomycaptain, a belated birthday present. Much love. XOXOX.

More Steve and Bucky angst, medical guesstimation, and crying. Post-Ultron. Hint of Staron.

41. "Go back to sleep."

Ticking of a clock somewhere, and outside the open window wind rustling through the leaves.

Steve wanted to close his eyes and listen to it, let it lull him to sleep, but he didn’t dare. Not when the slow, shallow breathing of the man on the bed was so much louder.

It had been 24 hours since they'd made it back to the compound, since he'd hoisted Bucky's weight (so horribly, shockingly light) into his arms and run past the people with the stretcher and the green scrubs, since he'd waded into a blur of voices and questions and hands and machines and clean white sheets, since he'd laid his best friend down in the middle of it all, and he'd been shoved away to 'go clean up', to get the blood and the soot and the dirt and everything else off of him.

24 hours, and still, for all that the doctors and nurses had done and were trying to do, for all that Steve knew Tony was pulling out all the stops to help in the only way he could, every measurement showed one thing: Bucky was dying.

Steve shifted in his chair, glanced again at the screens on the monitors. Dr. Dow and Dr. Cho had explained enough for him to know what all of the numbers and symbols meant. They'd done their best to explain everything they understood.

It was the serum. It was eating Bucky alive. For whatever reason he had ended up so far into a state of dehydration and malnourishment that his enhanced body was chewing itself up in an attempt to repair and maintain itself.

In the warm glow of the nearby lamp, Bucky's face looked ghastly, cheeks hollow, sharp bones seeming in the cusp of breaking through skin. Eyes sunken in under thin, blue-veined lids in a way Steve knew too well from the battlefield, a way that chilled him to the bone, if he didn't look to where the man's chest rose and fell under the heated blanket. They'd shaved his filthy patchy hair, and the oxygen mask only added only added to the eerie look of it all.

Steve yawned, smothered it, shook his head. He needed to stay alert, he needed to be here for Bucky when the scales tipped, whichever way it went.

He hadn't had more than the occasional power nap since the tip came in about the Winter Soldier's possible location. What was it now, three days ago?

He fought back the pain in his chest, in his throat, at the thought of what he would have found if he and Nat had arrived even a few hours later. There's still a chance, he reminded himself.

"There still a chance, Buck," he murmured aloud. "You know you've always liked long odds. That's why you always bet on me. So I'm betting on you now, okay? I'm betting on your life."

There was no change in the wheezing breaths, no flicker of movement anywhere else.

It would turn tonight, Dr. Dow had said. Either the nutrients and fluids being siphoned into Bucky's body, at the highest possible rate, would begin to take effect and halt the deterioration, or Bucky would tip into irreversible organ failure.

Tonight would either be the start of a long recovery process, or the end of Bucky's life. For good, this time.

What happened to you? It was on a loop in Steve’s thoughts. What happened? How had he he ended up like this? What had rendered him incapable of caring for himself? Who had removed the metal arm? Why had he ended up half dead in a relatively new apartment in downtown Waco, Texas? Natasha and Sam were hunting down information, of course, but everything was sketchy, and Steve suspected the only source of the truth was lying on a hospital bed in the Avengers Compound medical wing, perhaps hours away from death.

What happened to you? Or maybe the real question was: Why didn't you come to me? I would have done anything to help you. Why didn't you call me for help?

In the end, Steve had come, but quite possibly too late.

*

Despite his best efforts, Steve dozed.

Jerked awake.

Talked for awhile, dredging up memories of their mothers laughing at Christmas time, or the Irish family that had lived across the street, or any one of those thousands and thousands of things that only he and Bucky knew about anymore.

Dozed again.

The clock ticked. He never looked for it, never glanced at the time on the top monitor. If this night lasted forever, he would be happy, as long as the next breath came, and the next, and the next.

He talked about Sam, about Nat, about their favourite foods and music and books, talked about the shows the twins liked to watch, and Rhodey's exploits in the kitchen.

Again he dozed.

He was startled to see the pattern on the blanket, surprised by the grey light suddenly sprung in the sky outside above the woods, and a robin's song warbling clear in the still air.

"Hey, Buck," he murmured, rubbing knuckles in his gritty eyes. "Hear that? It's morning. And you're still here."

Sound of rubber-soled shoes on smooth tile, heavy curtain drawn back, and Dr. Cho came quietly across to the monitors.

There were no trumpets, no crash of cymbals or burst of song, only quiet fingers tapping screens, and a warm voice saying, "Deterioration has halted. He plateaud about three hours ago. Levels have risen an average of point-four percent in the last half hour."

She smiled over at him, came to him as he tried to rise, and could not. How had he never noticed the way Helen Cho's smile could light up a room?

She patted his shoulder. "He'll live, Steve. We'll find out how permanent the damage is in the next few days, but he will live."

He nodded, tried to speak, but couldn't. The robin sang into the silence.

After she left, he cried. And then he stretched out on the floor, with a wadded up blanket for a pillow, and closed his eyes. Fell asleep to the sound of Bucky's breathing.

*

He was on the phone with Sharon, when Bucky woke for the first time.

Face still deathly thin and pale, ribs still straining against skin, but breathing deeper, more normal, and Steve could only promise Sharon that coffee 'sometime', could not tear himself away from his best friend's side.

He had Sharon on speakerphone, chuckling at her retelling of an old joke Nat had played on her in their SHIELD days, but his ears caught the change in Bucky's breathing, the faint guttural noises from behind the oxygen mask.

This time though, when he looked over, Bucky's eyes were open.

Squinting, filmy, grey-blue roving, searching, till Steve gasped out: "Bucky!"

Those eyes went wide then, snapping to his and on the screen, out of the corner of his eye, Steve knew there were jagged mountains beginning to race through that green line.

"Hey." He dropped his voice, slowed his lunge to a smooth careful lean. "Hey, Buck, it's just me, just Steve. I swear you're safe, I'm taking care of you, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I swear. You're safe."

He reached under the blanket, found Bucky's hand, saw the eyes widen again as he gently squeezed it. Flesh and bone fingers in his, and they tightened suddenly around his, no stronger than a baby, but a burning sprang up behind Steve’s eyes, and he had to catch his breath.

"Buck, do you know me? Do you recognize me? It's Steve."

"Steve."

Harsh and whispery thin at the same time, muffled behind the oxygen mask, but it might as well have been a shout that echoed in Steve’s ear, reverberated through the chambers of his heart, lodged somewhere deep.

Steve had to work hard to keep the tremble in his stomach, and the ache in his chest, but his vision still blurred, and the tears were hot on his cheeks when he blinked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here and you're safe. I found you. You were in really bad shape, and it's been almost a week now, but I'm here, and you're safe. Do you trust me on that?"

He was desperate to avoid Bucky getting too agitated, thrashing or striking out. Not that he would do much damage, to anyone but himself, but that was precisely what Steve wanted to prevent.

He stared into Bucky's weary wild eyes, searching, waiting... and then the wildness bled away, and Bucky blinked slowly, lips forming a barely breathed, "Yes."

"Then you should rest," Steve whispered, choking back his tears, limbs gone all shaky, but he held onto Bucky's bony hand like a lifeline (gentle, oh so gentle though, he could too easily snap those thin fingers if he wasn't careful). "Go back to sleep. I've got this watch, Buck."

The hesitation was significantly shorter this time, the decision having really been made in answering the question of trust. Slowly his eyelids slid shut, and Steve felt the hand in his relax, just a hair.

Bucky's breathing dropped back into the deep rhythm of the past several days, and Steve dropped his head into his free hand.

Faint and tinny through the phone, he became aware of Sharon weeping too, her joy a little echo of his.

"He knows me!" Steve choked out. "He knows me!"

He knows me.

Starting from there, they could go anywhere.

[yo-momsin-mybed]

Reaction time (drylan)

Summary: Kaitlyn entered Dylans room solemnly, a doctor wasn't far behind. Dylan wasn't understanding the situation at first but it didn't take long for his reaction to kick in

Dylan spent his days mostly asleep, when he wasn't sleeping he was usually begging the nurses for pain killers.

He felt like an addict but he didn't care, the pain he felt was unbearable without medication.

His mother tried her best to stay there as much as she could but she still had to work and look after Dylan brother.

Kaitlyn step up big time when his mother started going back to work, she was even offered money from his mother to sit and watch him but she refused the money, explaining she would be doing it anyways.

"Hey," Kaitlyn said quietly, she entered the room solemnly, a doctor wasn't to far behind her.

Dylan was finally awake and conscious enough to answer the doctors and to listen to the news what happened.

"Hello Dylan," the doctor said taking a seat, "I just wanted to fill you in on a few details, your arm is healing amazingly, it's honestly the best healing I've seen from the circumstances,"

Dylan hardly reacted, he knew what the doctor was saying but he knew there was something they were keeping from him.

He could see it in the doctors eyes, and Kaitlyns mascara marked face implied it was something worth crying about.

He did his best to listen to the doctor but his mind was racing with other things.

"As for some of your friends," the doctor started

That's when it hit Dylan, ryan, he remembered watching another stretcher zoom by him when they first arrived, he could remember Kaitlyn trying to block him but he knew.

It was Ryan

"What's wrong with Ryan?" Dylan said cutting the doctor off.

"He was hurt, what-what happened?"

Kaitlyn let out a sob, trying her best not to break down again.

"He's alive," the doctor started, "he's in surgery now, but it, it's not looking good," the doctor admitted

Dylan didn't cry, he understood what was happening but he didn't think anything off it, "what happened to him though" Dylan said sitting more

"He was stabbed in the chest, hes in surgery to repair his lungs" the doctor said.

Dylan nodded his head, but didn't cry, he didn't think it was that bad.

3 more days passed and Dylan was able to walk around, though it was hard not to get dizzy, he was going to be okay.

As for Ryan he slipped into a coma, Kaitlyn did her best to split her time between the two but it was hard when she was just one person

"I haven't seen Ryan yet, I should check on him,"

Dylan stayed quiet, he usually did this when Ryan was brought up, it was like his mind would shut off.

"I would like it if you came," Kaitlyn offered

Dylan remained silent, he figured if he pretended Ryan was okay and just busy it would help him more. However it didn't.

Instead it made him increasingly anxious, "I cant" he whispered

"Please,"

It didn't really take much for him to agree, he allowed her to take him up in a wheel chair, as long s he didn't have to go in the room.

She agreed and took him up.

As soon as he seen him something kicked in, "oh my God," he whispered. Ryan laid in the bed with wires and tubes all over him

Dylan slowly stood up from the wheelchair and looked closer into the room, "Ryan," he whispered

Tears flooded his eyes as he dropped to the floor next to Ryans bed, "oh my god, I'm so sorry"

He stayed in ryans room constantly after that, his hand only leaving ryans when absolutely necessary e would talk to ryan, tell him about his day, about gossip around the hospital, he even listen to podcasts with him even though Ryan wasn't awake.

And the doctors didn't think he would wake up.

But just Ike how it was a marical they all survive hacketts quarry.

Another maricle happened for Ryan.

2 full weeks after the accident, Ryan woke up, he was confused and scared but happy Dylan was with him.

"I need to get a doctor," Dylan giggled, but he couldn't get up, he couldn't stop staring at the other boys eyes

"I love you," Dylan said placing a hand to Ryan's cheek.

Ryan simply smiled back, squeezing Dylans hand tightly, "love you," he manged to get out, his throat scratching from lack of use.

[emerituscs]

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At Emeritus, we take a proactive, data-driven approach to hospital bed and stretcher maintenance, ensuring our clients can optimize their operations while reducing costs. Our Quarterly Business Review process is central to helping healthcare facilities solve these common challenges, empowering them to focus on what matters most—providing quality patient care.

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Multitech Elevators: The Leading Elevator Company in Uttarakhand

In today’s fast-paced world, elevators have become an integral part of modern infrastructure, enhancing mobility and providing convenience in residential, commercial, and industrial spaces. Uttarakhand, a state known for its hilly terrain and growing urbanization, has seen a sharp rise in the demand for high-quality elevator solutions. Among the leading companies meeting this demand is Multitech Elevators, a trusted name in the elevator industry in Uttarakhand.

From the installation of elevators in multi-story buildings to providing after-sales service and maintenance, Multitech Elevators is renowned for offering reliable and innovative vertical transportation solutions. Their focus on safety, efficiency, and sustainability has made them the preferred choice for customers seeking superior elevator systems.

Company Overview

Multitech Elevators, based in Uttarakhand, specializes in the design, manufacture, installation, and maintenance of a wide range of elevators and escalators. With a team of experienced engineers, technicians, and customer service professionals, the company provides tailor-made elevator solutions that cater to the unique needs of clients across different sectors.

Uttarakhand's topography poses unique challenges when it comes to vertical transportation, especially in towns and cities located on hills and mountainous regions. Multitech Elevators takes pride in overcoming these challenges with advanced technologies and customized solutions that ensure smooth and safe transportation, even in the most difficult terrains.

Products and Services

Multitech Elevators offers an extensive range of products and services to meet the varying needs of residential, commercial, and industrial spaces. Some of the key products and services include:

Passenger Elevators Passenger elevators are among the most common elevator types used in multi-story buildings such as apartment complexes, offices, and shopping malls. Multitech Elevators designs passenger elevators with a focus on comfort, safety, and speed. Their passenger elevators come in various capacities and cabin designs, ensuring there is something to suit every building’s specific requirements.

Home Elevators With an increase in luxury residences and villas in Uttarakhand, the demand for home elevators is rising. Multitech Elevators provides compact and stylish home elevators that offer homeowners ease of access between floors. These elevators are customizable in terms of design and finish, allowing customers to match them with the interior of their homes.

Freight Elevators Industries and warehouses require freight elevators for the transportation of goods and heavy materials between floors. Multitech Elevators manufactures durable and high-capacity freight elevators designed to carry heavy loads efficiently. These elevators are built to withstand the wear and tear of industrial usage and are designed with robust safety features.

Hospital Elevators Hospitals and medical facilities require specialized elevators to accommodate stretchers, medical equipment, and patient transfers. Multitech Elevators offers hospital elevators that ensure smooth and safe transport for patients and staff, with a focus on reliability and hygiene.

Escalators and Moving Walkways For large commercial complexes, airports, and transit stations, escalators and moving walkways are essential to handle the movement of large crowds efficiently. Multitech Elevators supplies high-performance escalators and moving walkways that are energy-efficient and easy to maintain.

Elevator Modernization Multitech Elevators provides modernization services for outdated elevator systems. As buildings age, older elevator systems become inefficient and may not comply with current safety standards. The company upgrades old elevators with modern technology, improving safety, energy efficiency, and ride quality.

Maintenance and Repair Regular maintenance and prompt repairs are critical for the safety and longevity of elevator systems. Multitech Elevators offers comprehensive maintenance contracts to ensure elevators remain in top working condition. The company's skilled technicians provide quick and efficient repair services to minimize downtime in case of any issues.

Technological Advancements

Multitech Elevators is dedicated to incorporating the latest technologies in their elevator systems. This includes using energy-efficient motors, regenerative drives, and smart control systems that allow elevators to optimize energy usage.

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Custom Stainless and Metal Wall Cladding

Custom Fabricated Stainless and Aluminum Wall Protection for Commercial Buildings

In the world of commercial architecture and building design, protecting the walls from daily wear and tear is a paramount concern. Architects and building owners often turn to specialized manufacturers like Protek Systems Inc, located at 1250 Wallace Drive, Delray Beach, Florida 33444, for custom fabricated stainless and aluminum wall protection solutions. These protective systems are essential for maintaining the aesthetics, hygiene, and durability of walls in high-traffic areas within commercial buildings. In this blog, we will explore the significance of custom wall protection and the various applications it serves in commercial settings.

The Importance of Wall Protection in Commercial Buildings

Commercial buildings such as hotels, schools, pharmaceutical facilities, clean rooms, food processing plants, hospitals, and distribution warehouses experience heavy foot traffic, the movement of equipment, and the occasional impact from carts or trolleys. Over time, this can lead to unsightly wall damage, compromised hygiene, and increased maintenance costs. To address these challenges, architects and building owners rely on custom fabricated wall protection systems.

Protek Systems Inc: A Trusted Supplier

Protek Systems Inc has established itself as a leading supplier of wall protection solutions for commercial buildings. With their headquarters in Delray Beach, Florida, they have become a prime choice for architects and building owners seeking high-quality, custom-made stainless and aluminum wall protection products. Protek Systems Inc offers a wide range of innovative solutions designed to meet the unique needs of various commercial environments.

Applications of Custom Wall Protection

1. Hotels

In the hospitality industry, maintaining the appearance of walls in common areas and guest rooms is crucial for creating a welcoming and pleasant atmosphere. Custom wall protection solutions from Protek Systems Inc help prevent damage from luggage, furniture, and guest traffic, ensuring that hotels maintain their pristine appearance.

2. Schools

Schools are bustling with activity, and classrooms, hallways, and cafeterias can experience significant wear and tear. Custom wall protection safeguards these spaces from the impact of students and staff, ensuring that the learning environment remains safe and appealing.

3. Pharmaceutical Facilities and Clean Rooms

Pharmaceutical facilities and clean rooms demand the highest standards of cleanliness and hygiene. Custom fabricated wall protection ensures that these spaces remain free from contaminants, preventing damage and corrosion caused by cleaning agents and disinfectants.

4. Food Processing Plants

In food processing plants, maintaining a sanitary environment is non-negotiable. Stainless steel and aluminum wall protection products from Protek Systems Inc are corrosion-resistant and easy to clean, making them ideal for food processing areas where hygiene is paramount.

5. Hospitals

Hospitals are high-traffic environments where the need for infection control is paramount. Custom wall protection solutions help prevent damage from hospital equipment, carts, and stretchers while ensuring that walls remain easy to clean and disinfect.

6. Distribution Warehouses

In distribution warehouses, the movement of goods and heavy equipment can result in collisions with walls. Custom wall protection minimizes damage, reducing repair and maintenance costs in these high-traffic industrial settings.

Features of Protek Systems Inc Wall Protection Products

Protek Systems Inc offers a wide range of features and benefits that make them a preferred choice for architects and building owners:

1. Custom Fabrication

Every commercial building is unique, and Protek Systems Inc understands this. They provide custom fabrication services that allow architects to specify wall protection products tailored to their project's exact requirements. This ensures a perfect fit and maximizes the effectiveness of the protection.

2. High-Quality Materials

Protek Systems Inc utilizes premium materials, including stainless steel and aluminum, known for their durability and resistance to corrosion. These materials not only protect walls but also contribute to the aesthetics of the space.

3. Aesthetically Pleasing Designs

While functionality is crucial, aesthetics are also important in commercial buildings. Protek Systems Inc offers a variety of finishes and designs, allowing architects to select wall protection products that seamlessly blend with the building's interior design.

4. Easy Maintenance

Protek Systems Inc wall protection products are designed with ease of maintenance in mind. They are resistant to stains and easy to clean, ensuring that the walls remain attractive and hygienic with minimal effort.

5. Impact Resistance

These wall protection solutions are engineered to withstand the rigors of high-traffic areas. They provide a barrier against impacts from carts, luggage, and other heavy objects, preventing unsightly dents and dings on the walls.

6. Hygienic Solutions

For environments where hygiene is critical, such as clean rooms and hospitals, Protek Systems Inc offers hygienic wall protection solutions that are easy to sanitize, preventing the spread of contaminants.

How to Contact Protek Systems Inc

For architects, building owners, and project managers interested in learning more about Protek Systems Inc's custom fabricated stainless and aluminum wall protection products, there are several convenient ways to get in touch:

Phone: You can call their dedicated hotline at 800-598-2153 to speak with a knowledgeable representative who can provide information and assistance.

Email: For inquiries and detailed requests, you can email Protek Systems Inc at sales@protekmail.com.

Website: To explore their range of products, specifications, and design options, visit their website at www.proteksystem.com.

Custom fabricated stainless and aluminum wall protection is an essential component of commercial building design. Protek Systems Inc, based in Delray Beach, Florida, stands as a trusted manufacturer offering tailored solutions for architects and building owners. Their high-quality products serve a diverse range of applications in hotels, schools, pharmaceutical facilities, clean rooms, food processing plants, hospitals, and distribution warehouses. With a commitment to durability, aesthetics, and hygiene, Protek Systems Inc ensures that walls in high-traffic areas remain protected, enhancing the longevity and appearance of commercial buildings. To find out more, contact them at 800-598-2153, email sales@protekmail.com, or visit www.proteksystem.com Invest in wall protection today and safeguard your commercial building for years to come.

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GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS...

Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here's why.

A couple in Sweetwater, Texas, had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.

It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.

She let out a very loud scream.

The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.

He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.

His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still and called an ambulance.

The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.

About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.

The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch.. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.

But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa.

The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.

The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.

The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.

By now, the police had arrived.

Breathe here...

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!

The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife.

Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.

The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.

Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).

Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world.

A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.

And that's when he shot her

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Hospital Bed Casters How To Switch Out The Casters On A Hospital Bed

Material: PA core,PU wheel,ABS cover Size:100x34mm ; 125x34mm Load:110/130/150kg Bearing: Ball Bearing Central lock: 28mm x 98.5mm Lock degree:30 degree and 45 degreeCaster No.WheelMaterialBearingHeightLock StemLoadingZCLCPUL-5125x 34PUBall Bearing16128 x 98.5110 kgZCLCPUL-6150 x 34PUBall Bearing18528 x 98.5130 kg

Hospital Bed Casters and Wheels Replacement Parts

Hospital Bed Casters and Wheels are Available at HME Medical Shop. Click Now For Fast Free Shipping and Handling.

Hospital Bed Wheels & Medical Grade Casters

Hospital bed casters are preferred in a hospital for many reasons. First, hospital bed casters are built from a nylon material that is soft and quiet. The

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Caster Connection ?C manufacturer of casters and wheels, fosters great relationships … Hospital Bed Casters. Filter. Apply. Caster Type. Kingpin Swivel – (71)

Hospital Bed and Stretcher Central Lock Casters

Our hospital bed and stretcher casters are used by medical facilities throughout the world. We stock both original equipment bed casters and replacement bed

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Hospital Bed Casters

Hospital bed casters are essential components for the smooth mobility and maneuverability of hospital beds. Designed specifically for medical facilities, these casters ensure easy transportation of patients within the hospital premises.

Features:

High-Quality Construction: Our hospital bed casters are made from durable materials, ensuring long-lasting performance even in demanding medical environments.

Smooth and Silent Movement: The precision ball bearings in the casters enable smooth and silent movement, allowing comfortable transportation for patients without any vibrations or noise.

Enhanced Maneuverability: Equipped with swivel mechanisms, these casters offer 360-degree rotation, enabling effortless maneuverability in tight spaces and around obstacles.

Locking Mechanism: The casters come with a reliable locking mechanism that securely holds the bed in place, preventing any accidental movement and ensuring patient safety.

Versatile Compatibility: Our hospital bed casters are designed to fit most standard hospital beds, making them a suitable choice for a wide range of medical facilities.

Easy Installation: These casters are easy to install, requiring minimal effort and time. They can be easily attached to the bed frame with the provided mounting hardware.

Cleaning and Maintenance: The casters are designed for easy cleaning and maintenance. They can be effortlessly wiped clean to maintain optimal hygiene standards in the hospital environment.

Benefits:

Enhanced Patient Mobility: With smooth and silent movement, our hospital bed casters allow healthcare professionals to transfer patients with ease and provide them with comfortable transportation within the hospital.

Efficient Workflow: The casters’ maneuverability enables healthcare staff to navigate through crowded hallways and tight spaces, saving time and ensuring efficient workflow.

Improved Safety: The locking mechanism ensures that the bed remains stationary when needed, preventing any accidental movement that could potentially harm the patient.

Durable and Long-Lasting: The high-quality construction of our casters ensures durability and longevity, reducing the need for frequent replacements and saving costs for medical facilities.

Choose our hospital bed casters for reliable performance, easy installation, and enhanced patient mobility. Experience smooth and efficient transportation of patients within your medical facility with our high-quality casters.

Our Hospital Bed Casters range in size. You can also select your wheel size, wheel type, and caster options to fit you specific need. Click here Hospital Bed Casters