#i have a doctor's appointment scheduled very soon don't worry.

[crimeronan]

PSA: actually, Don't try not to cough when you have a cough. lest you end up puking and pissing yourself behind the wheel of a car in heavy downtown portland traffic.

[keesdarlin]

☆// take care of you (MDNI, 18+)

info! 141 + keegan + könig / fluff, established relationship (?) + gender neutral reader

cw! reader is sick (nothing gross at all, you're just not well)

prompt! you're ill and the boys insist on taking care of you

notes! thought i was dealing with some really gnarly allergies. went to urgent care and it turns out that i have an upper respiratory infection rip. so i'm writing this as copium, enjoy :]

PRICE :

price is all over it the second you say something about not feeling 100%. only really worries about getting sick himself as an afterthought, then scraps the thought as a whole when he thinks about how whatever he's doing is making you feel better. cooks you chicken soup, makes sure you stay in bed, prepares tea for you and gathers stuff for you to do so that you don't get too bored while you're giving your body time to rest. if you're clingy when you're sick (like me), he's cuddling you. again, doesn't really care about getting sick until he has time to think about the risk afterwards.

GAZ :

kyle's mostly clingy, not completely sure of how to handle you being sick. you're a tank! you're not supposed to get sick. so when you say that you're feeling a little under the weather, he's kind of at a loss. he stays by your side the entire time that you're feeling sick, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. the likelihood of him getting sick is ridiculously high and he knows that, if he does, he'll probably get his ass kicked for it, but he figures that he can deal with it if it means that you're feeling even a little bit better. follows you around the house to make sure that you're okay. he'll even sit in the bathroom while you're taking a shower, rambling nonsense at you. if you ask him to go pick up something from the store for you or make you something to eat, he definitely will, it's just not his first thought when he sees you all uncomfortable like that.

SOAP :

this one has a much better idea of what to do when you're not feeling super well. even if it's just a cold or some really gnarly allergies, johnny would be the one to insist on taking you to the doctor just to make sure. he just worries a lot. but once you get out of that appointment, he drops you off at home and ushers you into the shower, making sure you have something nice and cozy to wear once you get out. while you're doing that, he'll run to the store to pick up whatever meds you were prescribed and anything else that might help -- tea, cough drops, soup, snacks. once he gets back, he gets you into bed and queues up all of your favorite movies, tv shows, and/or comfort videos (a little extra incentive to keep you in bed and resting). he'll stay in bed with you, waiting on your every need to try and get you back on your feet as soon as possible.

GHOST :

i feel like he gets a little bit awkward when you get sick. he views you very similarly to the way gaz does. you're indestructible in his eyes and it simply doesn't compute that you would be taken down for a week or so by something as simple as a bad cold. but he's on it once he gets over the what the hell is happening to them phase. it's maximum efficiency with this guy. along with having timers on his phone so that neither of you forget when to take your medicine, he's also making you try every reasonable home remedy to try to get you better as quickly as possible. makes you sit in a hot bath, brings you tea and soup, rubs vicks on the end of your nose to try and clear up your congestion. he almost has you on a schedule with all he's doing to try to get you feeling better. it's honestly really adorable how hard he's trying.

KEEGAN :

keegan doesn't really like giving you special treatment just because you're his partner, but he just can't stand to see how uncomfortable and in pain you are when you're sick. if you're in the same line of work as him and you're feeling a little too foggy to communicate with your superiors properly, he's down to track down your higher-ups and relay any messages for you. he's also pretty good at the soup and the tea and all of the home remedy stuff. kind of tries to take care of it at home, but if it's any worse than a cold he's dragging you straight to the doctor's office. another one that has you basically stuck to his side while he takes care of you. not ridiculously affectionate, but he will definitely let you hang all over him if that gives you any kind of comfort. will stay in bed with you while you lean against his side, hugging him around his middle as he plays with your hair and draws patterns into your skin. super adamant about making sure you rest.

KÖNIG :

like keegan but softer almost. you're usually pretty capable of sucking it up and getting through injuries and allergies and the like, so when some kind of illness gets you down, he worries. doesn't like the idea of forcing you to go to the doctor's so he tries his best to take care of it at home. leans pretty heavily on home remedies -- the good ol' fluids and rest regimen. buys you packs and packs of your favorite gatorade flavor and that chicken noodle soup mix that comes in the little envelope. keeps you in bed and has the wet rag on your forehead if he's worrying about you getting feverish. he doesn't like the idea of making you leave the house, so if it seems that bad he'll make you do one of those virtual urgent care visits. otherwise, your ass is staying in bed. he turns your whole bedroom into a recovery zone with vicks, tissue boxes, a lil snack tray set up on your bedside table, humidifier, all of your favorite movies. literally anything you could possibly need, he has it for you. mans is serious about making sure you get better.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee nervously waited for the doctor to do the eye check for their appointment. They hadn't told Caretaker yet, but they desperately needed new glasses. Whumper broke their other pair during their captivity.

They had made it this long without telling Caretaker, but it was getting terribly difficult to see and hide the squinting.

"Uh doctor", Whumpee sighed, "I can save you some time if you like. I'm not going to be able to read those letters."

"Let's try anyways, it's part of you checkup", the doctor started the test.

"Yes. You failed that", the doctor sighed, "is this something that came about during your time with Whumper?"

"No doctor, I've always had glasses for a while, Whumper broke my other pair", Whumpee looked down shyly, "I've been too nervous to bother Caretaker with it though. They've been so busy with me already."

"I understand that, but it's not good or fair for you to go about with bad vision", the doctor smiled, "I know Caretaker very well, they will be happy to know their is something they can help you with."

The doctor finished the rest of the exam, "given the circumstances, you are in fairly good health, just a few things. You need to get your weight up, and new glasses. You'll also find rest to be your best friend while you heal."

Whumpee nodded.

"Let's bring Caretaker in. We can tell them the news together", the doctor patted Whumpee's shoulder, then left.

Whumpee sighed, 'something else they have to deal with.'

Caretaker came in and winked at Whumpee, "so you are blind", they smiled, "I was kind of figuring, but didn't want to say anything in case you just couldn't read."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you with it. My other pair got broken by Whumper", Whumpee looked at the doctor.

"It's not a bother at all, I'm sorry you've gone so long without seeing", Caretaker sighed, "you've been with me a week and a half, plus however long it's been since those were broke. You definitely need them. Anything else you want to tell me."

"No besides what the doctor said, I seem healthy", Whumpee watched Caretaker pull out their phone.

"I'll get the appointment scheduled. Hopefully they're not booking way out", Caretaker looked, "please don't keep secrets from me. Your care is my top priority right now, and I need to know stuff like this to get you back to health. Don't worry about bothering me, I'd rather know, then find out."

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker managed to get Whumpee in the next day for the eye appointment.

"Okay right in here", Caretaker led, "don't want the blind one to get lost", they teased.

That's was the running joke, and Whumpee enjoyed every bit of the humor.

The doctor clicked away with the lenses, and made the adjustment just right.

"Okay, you can pick your frames. You'll have to deal with this for about a week or so while the glasses are made", the doctor led them to the room.

Caretaker and Whumpee went through several glasses.

"These are just like my old pair", Whumpee held up a pair, "I kind of liked how they looked."

"Try them on and see if you still like them", Caretaker smiled.

"Okay", Whumpee slid them on and looked at Caretaker.

"I like them, what do you think", Caretaker held up a mirror.

Whumpee looked for a second, then felt their lips quiver.

"Are you okay?", Caretaker worried.

"Uh yes, just, overwhelmed", Whumpee smiled, "this is what I remember myself looking like, and when my glasses broke, I lost that, and I lost my sight. Now I'm seeing myself again, and I'll have my vision soon. I'm overwhelmed with excitement."

"I'm happy I am able to do things like this, these moments are the best. I'm able to watch someone be built back up", Caretaker smiled, "this is my favorite part of the job."

Whumpee pulled off the glasses and wiped a away a tear.

"Are these the glasses?", Caretaker questioned.

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee wiped another tear away, and smiled. They took a deep breath, "these are the ones."

After they finished the order, Caretaker and Whumpee waited for the call for new glasses.

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[vodika-vibes]

"I'm going to beat you so bad that you're going to wish I was 17."

LOOOOL WOLFFE YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANT 🤣

And I don’t think Fox will be forgetting about that Shiny anytime soon either . . .

Lol, poor Wolffe, luckily he can handle it. The Shiny, however, cannot.

Also, tumblr was being dumb about this post and I don't know why.

This is getting ridiculous, you decide as you rearrange the Chancellor's schedule to make room for his Physical, and flat out cancel his meeting with Anakin. It has been weeks, weeks, since you've been able to be alone with Fox.

You tap your foot on the carpeted floor, and glower at the schedule. Everytime you try, that new guy keeps redirecting you to Thorn, or Thire, or Stone and it's getting to the point where you're going to beat the Shiny to death with your datapad if he doesn't stop.

"My dear," Your gaze snaps to the Chancellor, "It appears that my meeting with Anakin has been canceled."

"He had a Jedi thing he needed to do. Something with the kid he's trying to raise." You reply honestly, for once. "So that gives you an hour of free time this afternoon, if you wish to duck out early."

"I might just." He muses, "Thank you, my dear." He pauses and looks you over, "You seem stressed, young one, why don't you take the rest of the day off."

You glance at the schedule, all the Chancellor has left for the day is a series of appointments with doctors, so you nod. "I think that might be a good idea. Thank you sir." With that decision made, you power down your datapad, and you head towards the elevator.

You hit the button that takes you to the lowest levels, and you make a beeline for Fox's office. Only to get intercepted by that one, damned, shiny.

"Welcome back!" He says cheerfully, "Commander Thorn is available if you need to speak with someone."

"I need to talk to the Marshal Commander." You reply.

"I'm afraid Commander Fox is busy." The Shiny replies brightly as he tries to herd you towards Thorn.

"Is he in a meeting?"

"No ma'am,"

Your smile twitches slightly, "On a call?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Then he can make time for me." You say flatly, as you turn to head towards Fox's office. You're stopped when a firm hand wraps around your wrist.

Your gaze drops to the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, and then you look up at him, genuine surprise on your face. "The Marshal Commander has better things to do than talk to silly little girls."

The Bullpen is totally silent for a moment, and you see Thorn and Thire heading your way, while Stone hurries into Fox's office. And you smile nicely.

"CT-9735, correct?" You power your datapad back on, and switch to a different page, "How would you like to be reassigned? Let's see, the 104th and the 91st need people-"

"You don't have the authority to do that." His grip tightens around your wrist, and you don't wince from sheer force of will.

And then another hand wraps firmly around the Shiny's wrist, "Let them go." Fox's voice is very low and very, very angry.

"She seems to think that she can reassign me-"

"They speak with all of the authority of the Supreme Chancellor. If they want to reassign you, they more than have the authority to do so." Fox interrupts, and you're finally released, "What's more, at this point I'm considering reassigning you myself."

"Commander-"

"Personal Assistant Yuu has free reign to enter my office whenever they desire." Fox says flatly, "And if you have a problem with that-"

"She's a vain, shallow girl! She has no business bothering you-"

"There is nothing vain or shallow about them." Fox bites out.

"Sir, you don't know her-"

For a moment, you worry that Fox is going to just shoot him, but then his expression clears. He turns to you, a small little grin playing on his lips.

Stars, he's so handsome, you love him so much-

And then your train of though cuts off as he crashes his lips against yours, immediately setting one hand on your hip while the other lightly caresses the back of your neck.

You stand on your toes, your arms sliding around his neck as he lightly nips your lower lip, and you whine softly.

And when Fox breaks the kiss, you let out a groan of disappointment, but he just chuckles and presses his forehead against yours. "It's about time," You breathe out.

Fox grins at you, "I'm going back to my office. I'm taking them with me. The next person who tries to bother me is getting shot. Am I clear?"

Thorn has a wide grin on his face, "Crystal clear, sir! Have fun."

[jordie-gvf]

to be loved, josh

this is my first full blown "good" fic. constructive criticism is very much appreciated!

warnings - sickness, language, pregnancy, fluff to angst to fluff, josh being a passenger princess

wc - 2,718

enjoy!

You had awoken to the absence of your husband in your shared bed. The light in the bathroom had attracted your gaze and the sudden sound of josh coughing had gotten you up out of bed. You walked over to the bathroom to see him huddled over the toilet, sweat running down his back, and his face as white as a ghost. As soon as he looked at you, you quickly rushed over to the sink, got a washcloth, soaked it with water, and put it on the back of his neck. 

“Josh, you’ve been like this for a week now and you're not getting better. You have to go to the doctor. I’ll set you up an appointment in the morning.” You had told him in a stern voice. 

He had looked at you with an “I know and I'm sorry” look on his face, and you couldn't help but kiss him on the forehead. “I don't know what's wrong with me. I felt fine yesterday, but -.” He went to finish his sentence but soon started to cough. “Yeah well you're not fine right now, you will go to the doctors tomorrow, and I will be going with you. And that is final.”. Soon after, you had asked him, “Do you feel any better? Do you think you can make it back to bed?” and he nodded his head and said “Yeah that cold towel helped, thanks bug.”. You had kissed him on the forehead and welcomed him with open arms. “No, don't hug me, I don't want to get you sick.” and he pushed you away. You looked at him and told him, “Right now, getting sick is the least of my worries. Come on, let's get you to bed.” He had smiled at the thought of you being his personal nurse. When he got into bed, you looked at Josh and murmured, “be right back” and immediately went into the cabinet under the sink. You grabbed the thermometer and some NyQuil. When you walked back into the room, you knew he was regular Josh. “Nuh-uh. I'm not drinking that shit. Tastes like battery acid.” you laughed and said, “And you know what battery acid tastes like, how?” He looked at you seriously. “I'm serious Y/N. I'd rather suffer than drink that crap. Do you know how bad that is for you? You can't make me”. Such a theater kid, you thought. “Fine, suffer all night, I’ll be on the couch”. That last sentence alone, made him get up out of bed, and walk after you. “I'll drink it as long as you promise to sleep in here with me. I don't want to be alone.”

You had gotten in and he laid right on your chest and curled up. “Can you play with my hair?” He had asked in a very soft voice, and you immediately complied. He had fallen asleep soon after and you listened to the sound of his soft snores and you slowly fell asleep.

When you woke up and looked at the clock and it said “7:37” and slowly got up out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping bear, grabbed your phone and scheduled him in with your physician. 

Whenever you were sick, Josh had made it his duty to cook your favorite meals the entire time you were sick. So this morning, after the appointment was scheduled, you had made him your special homemade french toast, eggs, and bacon. Once you had completed his breakfast, you ever so carefully went upstairs to go wake Josh up. 

You sat next to him and looked at him as he slept peacefully. You slowly stroked the side of his head and kissed his injured ear. 

“Josh baby, wake up, I made you some breakfast.”. In response, you received an, “Mmmmm I don't want to, not yet. Can you lay with me?”

You can’t pass up a cuddle session with Josh, you obliged and laid down next to him. He put his head on your chest and you rubbed the side of his head. You started hearing soft snores come out of his mouth. You didn't want to wake him up again, but his food was getting cold. 

“Josh, come on, there's a fresh mug of tea for you.”. He slowly opened his eyes and flashed those beautiful brown eyes at you. “Fine I’ll get up, just give me a kiss first.”

You gave him a meaningful kiss and looked back into his eyes and said, “Alright, come on, you’ve got food downstairs.”. He slowly got up and made his way down the stairs in front of you. 

He took one look at the kitchen table and saw the food you made him. He turned around and said, “God I am so in love with you.” and kissed you. Once he sat down, you brought him a mug of his favorite chamomile tea. You passed him the mug and he said, “Thank you mama. I have no idea what I'd do without you.” You smiled at him and held his hand. “You have a doctor's appointment today at 3:00 with Dr. Sandlin”

Once he finished his breakfast and his tea, you grabbed his plate and started on the dishes. “Go upstairs and take a hot shower, when I’m done here I will put clothes out for you.”. He got up from the table and said, “Yes mom.” in his own little snarky way. He trudged upstairs as you finished the dishes. You went upstairs and laid out his favorite outfit to wear, a white long sleeve shirt, khaki pants, with some socks and underwear. You heard the water shut off and he came out with his hairbrush. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you led him to your makeup chair and sat him down and brushed his curly locks. Seeing as you both had curly hair, you put a little curl cream in his hair, just to bring life back.

He spinned around in the chair to face you and hugged your waist and kissed your belly. “Daddy loves you so much Bluebelle Ann”, he whispered to his daughter through your pregnant belly. 

Suddenly, 2:00pm rolls around. Josh is asleep on the couch. Knowing he is late to almost everything, you decide to go wake him up. “Josh, it's 2:00, you should start leaving now.” As he stirs awake, he looks at you and says “Will you come with me? I don't want to leave my girls alone”. You looked at him and said “Of course I will go with you.” He slowly got up and grabbed your hand. He walked to the door with you and grabbed your purse for you, seeing as he always carries your purse for you. 

You walked to the car and opened up the passenger door for him. “What am I, your passenger princess?” You laughed and responded with, “You are a passenger princess aren't you? Always getting me to drive you places.” and he laughed. 

You got in the driver side of your car and started it. He put his hand on your belly and rubbed it for you, you always complain about it. When you pulled into the doctor's office, you looked at the time, 2:45. You told him to stay right there in the car. You got out and walked in, checked him in and got him a mask. You brought the mask out of the car and instructed him to put it on. He got out of the car and you grabbed his hand. He looked at you funny and said, “You're coming in?”, you looked at him confused and said, “Yeah, unless you don't want me to, I won't” and you let his hand go. He quickly grabbed your hand and said, “Don't even think about it.” and you walked inside hand in hand.

You sat down together and waited until he got called back. The door to the exam rooms opened and you heard a “Josh Kiszka” and you both stood up and walked to the door. They lead you back into a room and a nurse came in to take his vitals. She said “Everything looks good. The doctor will be in soon.” We waited for about five minutes until Dr. Sandlin came into the room. “ Hi Y/N, this must be your husband, Josh. Why are you in today, what seems to be the problem?” He took a long sigh and said, “Well I’m a musician and a few weeks ago I ruptured my eardrum, so I think that may be the root of the problem. I felt very nauseous yesterday and last night I threw up, my fever broke yesterday, I just can't figure it out”

She looked at him and said, “It sounds like an inner ear infection. When you ruptured your ear, if it wasn't taken care of as soon as it happened, it most likely caused this. Can I look in your ear really quick, it won't hurt”. She grabbed the otoscope and looked in his left ear. No sooner did she place the otoscope on the outside of his ear, she said “Oh yeah, that's an ear infection. A pretty bad one.” She took the device away and he placed his head on your shoulder. “I am going to prescribe you amoxicillin and cortisporin. It will heal the inner ear and the ruptured eardrum.”. As soon as she said those words, his face lit up. “Thank you so much, I’ve just been in so much pain.” She looked at him and smiled, “You’re welcome Josh”, then Dr Sandlin looked at you. “When is the little bugger due?”, you responded with “April 3rd, which is also his brother's birthday. He's very excited that he gets his first niece for his birthday”. She smiled and said, “Aw, how sweet. Congratulations guys.” 

Once you checked out and Dr. Sandlin put in the prescription, you went straight home, as Josh started to fall asleep in the passenger seat with your purse as his pillow. You sadly had to wake him up, you were approaching the house, and he can't just sleep in the car. You nudged him slightly and he shot up. “We’re already home?”, he groaned. You smiled and said, “Yes love, we're home. Come on, I’ll get some tea going for you.”. He ever so slowly got out of the car and trudged his way to the door, purse on his shoulder. When he walked in, he took a deep inhale, then exhaled and sighed. What is he, 80?, you thought. He went over the coat rack and hung up his jacket while you went to the kitchen. “Uh where are you going?” He questioned. “To go make you tea”. You said back. “You just drove 45 minutes to and from a doctor's appointment for me, at least let me hang up your jacket.” He came over and grabbed your coat off your shoulders and hung it up.

He made his way to the couch and took his shoes off before putting his feet onto the ottoman. You made your way over with his tea and sat down with him. You looked at him with all seriousness and said, “I fucking told you to take care of your damn ear when it happened, Joshua.”. He looked at you with a look of shock. “So this is my fault now? You think I wanted this to happen? I didn't want to cancel shows left and right just because of a little ear pain. Sorry I didnt listen to every fucking thing you said.”. He got up with his mug and went into the bedroom. You, never walking away from trouble, followed him upstairs. “I never once said it was your fault! All I said was to take care of your ear sooner. Sorry for being a concerned wife.”, you walked out of the room, grabbed your car keys and your purse and got in the car. You drove straight to the store, got some chocolate ice cream, and went straight to your best friend's house.

You walked up to their door and did the secret knock. They answered the door with excitement. “Y/N? Bitch, what's wrong? You look depressed as all hell.”, “Yeah well when your husband yells at you for caring about him, you'd be depressed too.” They looked at you with a sad face. “Oh god. Please come in.”.

You walked in and sat on the couch. Trin brought over two spoons and said, “I just assumed we were not going to use bowls, so I brought over spoons.”, you smiled at them and said, “yeah, you'd be correct”. They handed over a wine bottle and offered you some. “Cant. Pregnant”. They looked at you with astonishment. “You whore. You didn't tell me you were pregnant! When are you due? What's the gender? What's the name?” You looked at them and laughed. “Well, I'm due April 3rd, Sammys birthday. It's a girl, and we decided on Bluebelle Ann.”. That's when the waterworks started. “My middle name is Ann, are you naming your child after me?”, you nodded. They started sobbing and saying, “That's the best thing someones ever done. Thank you.”, you sat there and hugged for at least five minutes. Trin started to question what Josh had done. You had to explain everything.

“Wow, your husband's kind of an asshole.”

“He has his moments.”

Bzz Bzz

Your phone started to ring. You looked at the message.

little lover

Where the fuck are you?

It's late. Get your ass home

You scoffed at his message and showed Trin. “So demanding of my husband”. Trin laughed and said, “You probably should go home, it is pretty late.”. You agreed and made your way to the door to get all your stuff. “Fine, I guess I can go. But he's not getting a response. Bye, I love you, I'll let you know how it goes. Keep the ice cream. Fuck it, im getting McDonalds on the way home.”. Trin smiled and led you out to your car. You had always enjoyed having Trin as a friend. They were always so caring and always there.

You pulled into McDonalds and ordered a 10 piece chicken mcnugget meal with ranch and an oreo mcflurry, finally, a day where the ice cream machine wasn't broken. Being the good wife you are, you got Josh a McFlurry too. You paid and made your way back home. When you were approaching the house, you saw him sitting outside on the front porch. When he sees your car, he runs up the driver side door, opens it, and embraces you tightly before you can even turn the car off. “Don't you ever do that again. You scared me half to death.”, he said, very upset. You hugged him back, and handed him his m&m mcflurry. “I got you a McFlurry”. You went inside the house and put your purse down. You walked over to the kitchen table, set your food down, and got a glass of water. He unpacked the McDonalds bag, stealing a fry in the process. You walked back over to the kitchen table and sat next to him. “I shouldnt of yelled at you, love. I'm sorry.”, he said apologetically. You smiled at him and said, “I never meant to accuse you of anything, and I am sorry that you felt that way.” 

You finished your food and looked at the clock, 11:31pm. Damn, it was pretty late. You cleaned up as Josh went upstairs to go “do something” as he called it. When you went upstairs, you saw your favorite pajamas on your bed, an old tshirt and underwear. “The shower is warming up, figured you would want one after today”, you smiled and sent him a “thank you”. He made his way to the turntable in your room and played Jackie Wilson, To Be Loved, your wedding song. You got out of the well-needed shower, did skincare, put on your jammies, and put your hair up. You walked out of the bathroom to find Josh asleep on the bed. You went to his side of the bed and kissed him goodnight. 

My god, did you love him.

[lastoneout]

If anyone is curious about what's going on with my health, here's the TL;DR

Basically I went into my doctor's appointment today already feeling like a wreck bcs I'm an CSA survivor and so pap smears are like, SUPER FUCKING TRIGGERING to say the very least, and plus the other half of the appointment was slated to cover how I'm exhibiting textbook warning signs of having colon cancer, so like yeah fucking MISERABLE combo.

And then when I get there not only was the pap smear really fucking painful and upsetting, immediately after my doctor is like "yo girl....you might have cervical cancer" and she did say she's seen people show these signs and be perfectly fine so that I shouldn't panic until the results come in, but that she'll call me as soon as she knows something and that I should schedule a follow up in two weeks either way so YAY FUN!!

And THEN I explain the bowel symptoms(chronic loose stools/diarrhea over the last month, rapid weight loss despite me being hungry like all the time and eating accordingly, ect.) and she gave me that Look(tm) and went "do you have a history of colon cancer or like any cancers in your family?" at which point I went from crying to sobbing, and she was like "I'll give you a referral to a gastroenterologist, make sure to see them asap"

So like, not only was the pap smear painful and invasive and triggered all my bad feels, it turns out I don't have one type of cancer to worry about, BUT TWO!!

So like literally the worst fucking case scenario. I know I should wait for results but like, I'm fucking terrified and I haven't been able to go five unoccupied minutes without sobbing uncontrollably and yeah. This sucks. Literally my body will not stop having health issues and now I have to fucking confront my own mortality on top of it!!

And the worst part is!! I'm not even scared to die, I'm scared bcs I literally cannot bear the thought of leaving my fiancé alone. That scares me more than anything else. Idk how to even cope I just want to scream.

[cansofbees]

hey i saw your art of venipuncture tubes (very cool) and wanted to ask since i'm working towards (and very close to.... scary!!!!) becoming a medical assistant:

for a patient like you who's been trying to get What's Wrong With Your Whatever diagnosed for forever, what's the best way i can support you?

Thank you for the ask, this was super cool to see in my inbox!

Disclaimer; I'm still early in my figuring out What The Fuck Is Wrong With My Body journey, so I don't have as big of a pool of experience to draw from as many others - so if other medical mysteries/former medical mysteries would like to hop in the replies, I'd be interested to hear as well!

That being said:

-Ask engaging questions. What have you been up to in the last week? What's on your shirt/bag/cool keychain/etc? It's really cool. I typically hate small talk, but being able to think about anything other than Scary Health Stuff even for a minute, in a Scary Health Environment, soothes my nerves. Talking with doctors is usually clinical, obviously, but that in tandem with their tight schedule can feel impersonal and... lonely? This is their every day, but for new and undiagnosed chronic pain/illness patients, this appointment feels (and frequently IS, in one way or another) life-changing. MA's can be more casual with patients than the Dr. and it is a breath off fresh air when they are!

-Communication. When I was having insurance name issues at my rheumatology clinic and the assistant went out of her way to keep me updated on exactly what was happening, what she was doing to fix it, and let me know as soon as she resolved it. Same MA also made sure the name I wanted to be called was in my notes when she realized I was trans. When I'm already anxious about my health, I really really do not want to worry about anything else, too, so if there's a situation where you can ensure clear communication like that, do it!

-The combination of Observation + Empathy. I've seen assistant's attitudes toward me change while talking to me for a few reasons (they see my notes, how old I am, they see WHAT labs are being ordered or how many). I don't know how to describe it or if this even makes sense, but there's a pointed difference when they're treating me like i'm getting a standard check-up vs when they realize, oh, I'm getting NINE tubes of blood from this guy and he looks SO tired. I think it comes down to what I said in the first point, that it feels so so so different for us than it would for someone coming in for a check up or even an existing, diagnosed condition.

This was very ramble-y, so I hope my thoughts weren't too all over the place and you at least gained SOME insight from them! The fact that you're asking at all makes my heart happy and shows that you really care about your field. Good luck!!

TLDR: Empathy is your most powerful tool in making really big impacts on patients, even when practiced in what may feel like small ways to you. Hope can be very fragile when you're going to appointment after appointment with no answers, but people, ESPECIALLY nurses and medical assistants who take you seriously and recognize your hardship are the people who keep that hope alive.

[mamamittens]

Well, here I am, a fool. Hoping to simulate a Regular Work Day on my last day of vacay.

Was fun while it lasted, so relieving to have fuck all to worry about for several days on end. I didn't do... Quite as much as I daydreamed (meant to finish cleaning up my closet but oh well).

So! Here's what I DID DO!

Ran the Spooktober Event Opening! One day left to slip in before I close my ask box until they're all taken care of!

Cleaned and reorganized my room, it's SO refreshing and shocking how one bookcase moved makes my room feel so much more open and nice.

Completed two Spooktober fics and scheduled them for posting! With unique artwork! (Results may vary across the event)

I have one surprise ask to essentially translate into a small blurb for my ease of reference and put up a title/summary for and they're all prepped (still one day left but that's still 5 already done so that I could, in theory, sit down and smash them out whenever).

Slept A LOT!

Gave Nikia a neat little spooky design for the holiday and put her up as my avatar! Love how it came out!

Played most of Echoes of Memories (tried not to just blaze through it, I still wanted to make progress for the event lol)

Had a long, invigorating think about world building for Nikia's story and it was wonderfully spooky! Could bust out another one but considering how long the smut is y'all will hear a LOT more about her soon enough lol

Speaking of which, I'm FINALLY posting a smut for Nikia! With Izou and Thatch at that!

And most importantly I did SO MUCH RELAXING

I'm tired, sure, but it's not nearly as bone tired as before. Very refreshing, which is great because shits going to suck ass at work soon enough.

Hopefully things work out a little better in terms of finances (got a lot of big purchases I need to make for my computer, Christmas, and eventually replacing appliances, as well as my credit card RIP), and remain fairly positive.

Ah, less awesome things I need to sort out.

Getting a GP (general practitioner, basically a doctor) and start testing for possible inherited illness. Mainly Hashimotos and Sjogerns. Not world ending but definitely not something I wanna have sneak up on me later. Very strongly possible I have either one, unfortunately. Will probably have my brother help cause he's a case worker and there's genuinely So FUCKING MANY HOSPITALS UP HERE I wouldn't know where tf to start with that.

Also need to schedule an optometrist appointment finally. Keep putting it off. Will probably do it after I post for this Saturday after I'm paid just in case insurance is a bitch lol

And I unfortunately didn't blaze through all the asks, but given the first one is over 5K and Nikia's was... Over 8K (oof, I tried to trim but having it between three people needed a bit of set up and... Yeah lol, it just ended up that long) I doubt I'd have been able to even if I had everything set up from the first day of vacation. In terms of where y'all should expect word count, I tend to do about 5K for smuts in events. Which with Maximum Focus can be achieved in about 6 hours... Maybe more. I get distracted not even going to lie. So don't expect them to be super long, but I have yet to write an event piece drastically shorter than the others so there's that.

Ah... I guess that's about it for all that. I hope you all like your pieces and that I manage to get them done quickly 😅

[smalife1234]

Alrighty this is our second weekly smiles going strong! We had a big week so be prepared! It's going to be a lengthy read but an enjoyable one at that!

What made me smile this week?

Monday, 8/5/24 - today is our birthday 🎂!!! Woo hoo! We spent time at the mall and bought many things. We got Pokemon packs for our birthday and a tablet, which we have been having a blast on! We have been playing all sorts of games and having a good time! It certainly made me smile! First, we went to Claire's, and then we headed to Books a Million and got a few things! And a yummy large hot chocolate! It made me smile!

Tuesday, 8/6/24 - it's a day after our birthday! And we have been having a blast with our tablet! But the morning of we woke up to our friend calling us at 6:00 Am! Because her boyfriend broke up with her, she was devastated and crying. It did not make me smile, but playing on our tablets and making more progress on our Subway Surfers game! It made me smile! I had my 35 rounds of chemotherapy! And my wife started my water-drinking challenge! To further prevent UTI and automatic dysreflexia (AD), she completed her first day, and it made us smile!

Wednesday, 8/7/24 - today is the second day with our tablet! We have more progress on our games! I got a 50,000! Which is amazing! We mainly chilled and had some of our cake! It was a chill yet fun day! And it made me smile!

Thursday, 8/8/24 - today, we chilled with our friend Big Donny and tried out our friend's wheelchair! We thought it was hilarious and we had a fun time playing and hanging out! It made me smile!

Friday, 8/9/24 - sadly, our friend Willam got diagnosed with ALS, so he is starting his journey today, and we wish him all the best! But today, we continued playing on our tablets and laughing a lot about the sounds of our trachs. We were all dying of laughter! And we had a lovely photoshoot that turned out amazing! We filmed our reactions, and we all loved the photos. My wonderful husband Matthew took the photos, and they all look amazing!! It made us all smile! Our friend Luz was doing some cool spinning tricks in her wheelchair, which made us all in shock and laugh as she kept falling. Don't worry, she was laughing as well ;)! It made us smile!

Saturday 8/10/24 - today I woke up super late but chillied in the morning! I had to do my 36th round of chemotherapy! And I have wrist surgery! Which sucks but I recovered quickly! And not in too much pain! Which is always good! We chilled the rest of the night and uploaded another weekly vlog! It made us smile!

Sunday, 8/11/24 - our Dr appointment is tomorrow! So I can't wait! I found out that my eye doctor appointment got rescheduled and was scheduled for October! more waiting fun.. but we went to Grandma's house today, and we found out we're staying a couple of nights, so we will be picked up around noon on a Tuesday! Yay, and we're staying till Friday! So, a couple of days with Grandma, which is good since school is starting soon! So that's always fun :) at Grandma's, we played a game called “Make it Quick!” It is a game where you have to answer names or items based on the genera of that card in 14 seconds based on 1 letter that's wrapped around a purple board. We had a fun time playing that. For the Sunday dinner, we had potato salad, which was amazing! We had some ham and green beans and ranch-style beans that tasted yummy! And then we got a late birthday card that said “Happy birthday we love you - Grandma & grandfather”! The card contained 40$, which we appreciated very much! We had a blast at Grandma's, but sadly, we have to do more filming and editing and more planning as running a YouTube channel is hard work, but we like it! We had a busy yet fun day :)!

What made you smile this week?

Img desc #1: doc is seen smiling outside with someone. Doc is wearing a white short sleeves shirt and her atrophied arms are resting on the joystick of her electric wheelchair

Img desc #2: doc is seen in an airport she is smiling while wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants she is in her electric wheelchair

Img desc #3: shows Doc smiling with a group of people she is wearing a black hat paired with a white short-sleeved shirt brown shorts and white shoes she is in her electric wheelchair

Img desc #4: shows a picture of the pretty sky as they're headed home from a nice time at Grandma's house

Img desc #5: show the game "Make it quick"! A game that requires fast skill thinking!

Img desc #6: shows a picture of Grandma and grandfather holding an ultrasound that we call the baby "bunny" There is a reaction video but we decided to hold off until the weekly vlog :)

Img desc #7: shows Doc wide awake in bed. It only shows her head is wide. it is dark in her bedroom!

Img desc #8: doc is seen smiling in a grey professional photoshoot she is seen wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans

Img desc #9: shows two slices of pepperoni pizza and two garlic knots which were yummy!

[bitchesgetriches]

Hello aunties! I am pleased to announce that after much searching, I have finally secured a full time job!! It's my first time having a position that includes benefits and is salaried...and I honestly have no idea how either work. How do I switch from my parents' insurance to my employer's? And what does a salaried position really mean? Do I have to tell anyone when I need a sick day, or have to leave early for a doctor/hair dresser/whatever appointment? Do I just chose when I take lunch? It seems so much less structured than an hourly position and I'm worried I'm going to look like a complete newbie in what is supposed to be my very first "adulty" job.

Congrats on the full time job, chickadee! You’ve got this.

Your employer should walk you through most of this as part of the on-boarding process (if they don't address insurance on the first day, they should let you know that they've scheduled a benefits meeting soon).

The best part of it being your first day? It’s okay to ask any and all questions.

Season 1, Episode 2: “How Should I Behave on My First Day at Work?”

Workplace Benefits and Other Cool Side Effects of Employment

Your School or Workplace Benefits Might Include Cool Free Stuff

Take Advantage of No-Copay Medical Care

[crimeronan]

WHEW okay. ROUGH fucking start to the morning but things are gonna be okay now. putting under a cut for people who don't care abt my endless unrelenting medical drama but for those who do. Come On This Fucking Journey With Me.

so, necessary background.

i have been having intermittent medical emergencies since february and my doctor has been trying since march to get me a specialist rheumatology appointment. the rheumatology clinic keeps ignoring the referral and/or saying that they need more paperwork and documentation for it.

my doctor has at this point provided them with

her physical observations of my visibly abnormal symptoms

all of the many many many many Many medications i've been prescribed and their effects on said symptoms

multiple different types of positive ANA showing i have uncontrolled progressive autoimmune disease

all my negative antibody tests (have yet to test positive for any one specific antibody)

my doctor - who is excellent - has also followed up with them repeatedly to try to get me scheduled. because i am dying. like i try not to be super dramatic here bc i don't like worrying people and maybe i'm overblowing my symptoms but like. when you're at the point that one of your partners schedules an impromptu overnight flight to come up and monitor you for a week bc your other partner is on vacation & you're in danger of stroking and being unable to call an ambulance for yourself if someone isn't in the room to notice the signs...... i feel like at that point it's fair enough to say I Am Fucking Dying. i am dying. i've been dying for months. like very slowly and inconsequentially but MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE ARE DYING AT ANY GIVEN TIME.

so two weeks ago, after even more fucking phone tag, rheumatology was like. we have all of your tests and documentation now. we'll call to schedule you in soon :) if we don't, call us in two weeks!

today is, of course, the two week mark.

i thought it was strange that they hadn't called because my current symptom progression is usually triaged as The Top Tier Of Autoimmune Medical Emergencies. and my doctor herself has gotten me in for same-day appointments whenever i develop new symptoms because i am apparently not being fucking dramatic about how fucked up i am.

but! rheumatology is overburdened by a combination of COVID-era backups and a MASSIVE influx of newly disabled people with long COVID. and they're dealing with the same understaffing and shortages as the rest of the healthcare system. so it wasn't THAT weird.

called the clinic as soon as they opened this morning. was put on hold for a few minutes, which is normal.

guy gets back on the line. informs me they actually Don't have the test results that they need to schedule me (even though they TOLD ME THEY DID two weeks ago). and that they can't help me.

at this point i got off the phone and had a hysterical crying breakdown so profound that multiple partners swooped in to make a Shitload of Very Testy phone calls to various places on my behalf. bc they love me and are wonderful i am very loved. i have been taking the whole "actively dying" thing in stride for months for the most part but apparently this morning i hit my Fucking Limit. because OH MY FUCKING GOD.

so after an hour of hysterical crying, the receptionist at my main doctor's office calls back. she has always been very kind and takes calls from me / my partners extremely seriously, because of..... you know. The Everything.

she's just as kind and sweet and apologetic as ever but also there is kinda an undercurrent of apoplectic fury. she's spent some time trying to figure out What The Fuck Is Going On. turns out that

there was one more test rheumatology needed, even tho they said they had all my documentation. ok. fine.

my doctor did in fact order this test immediately after my last appointment.

i did in fact have the bloodwork done for this test immediately after my last appointment. like within an hour.

there was NO REASON for rheumatology not to have these test results.

except.

that the phlebotomist who took my blood.

ran every fucking ordered test.

except.

the one.

i needed.

to get scheduled.

with rheumatology.

so i've been waiting two weeks for fucking Nothing. because i thought i had my referral sorted. and the rheumatology clinic did not fucking inform my doctor that actually! they were wrong! about having the documentation to schedule me in!

the receptionist called up the lab to make sure that they Can run the necessary test. confirmed that they can. then she called up the rheumatology clinic and sent over all of my current documentation all over again and told them to be on the lookout for the final test. THEN she called the lab AGAIN to say, "hey, i'm sending you this order electronically, but i'm making an extra note that you guys need to do it right this time, AND you need to treat this as highest priority n analyze the results immediately. and i'm giving you the specific test number right now to make sure you fucking write it down correctly."

and then she gave ME the test number. and said "write this down. and when you get there, ask them what the number is for your test. and make sure that it matches."

which all took up most of her morning and truly was going above and beyond, all she really Needed to do was resend the lab order n tell me to go get more blood drawn. ESPECIALLY since it's an indie office & she handles ALL of the patient scheduling and bureaucracy.

but she is mad. and also i have dying patient privilege.

i felt much better after this because tbh half of why i was so upset was because i already know i have multiple forms of irreversible damage to various body parts and i really fucking physically feel like i get closer to dying every day and i really cannot fucking deal with being triaged as a non-priority possibly-faker hysteria patient.

but this does not seem to be the case.

so. unless something ELSE manages to go wrong with all of this bureaucratic bullshit, what's going to happen is: i am going to drive to a lab 45 minutes away to get my bloodwork done today bc that's the closest place with same-day appointments. i am going to call my doctor's office and tell them that the blood test was done, bc the receptionist said to call her from the parking lot once i'm finished. my doctor is going to receive the test results and send them to rheumatology either today or tomorrow. and within two weeks (Supposedly For Fucking Real This Time), rheumatology will ACTUALLY FUCKING CALL TO SCHEDULE ME IN.

in the most ideal and luckiest world, i will in fact be triaged as an emergency case. which means things will move fast in terms of both getting a call from the scheduling team and getting scheduled in. however it's also possible that they will have patients who are in, like, multi-organ-failure shutdown crisis, who obviously need to be prioritized above me. i do have endless paper documentation and visible physical symptoms stating that i am very very very sick, so. fingers crossed but i don't want to jinx it.

this post is very long. medical bureaucracy is a nightmare. i am very very very lucky and blessed to have so many life partners who are willing to advocate for me because as you can imagine, none of this is easy to navigate when you are unbelievably fucking sick and have a brain that is progressively losing the ability to retain language or executive function or memory.

in conclusion.

being sick is so stupid.

[timeoverload]

I'm glad I woke up early today. I got a shower and did some cleaning. It's still a mess in here but at least I'm not tripping over shit now. I stopped and got gas before I went to the doctor. I also had the energy to go to the store to get some stuff that I needed. My appointment went well and I'm not as worried now.

My liver enzymes were likely elevated because I drank a lot of alcohol last week. I did drink a couple days in a row so I was probably very dehydrated. She said that I should be fine and my levels weren't high enough for them to be concerned about it. I just need to be more careful and not drink as often. It has been almost a week since I had a drink and my side isn't aching anymore so that's good. I will have another blood test in 6 months so I'm sure my levels will be lower by then.

There is a chance that I do have PCOS which would suck but it can be managed. I have another exam next Friday. I also have to schedule a pelvic ultrasound soon to check for cysts. I hope I don't have that because it can cause issues with fertility. Even if I do, I still want to try to have a baby. It might be more difficult but I'm not going to let that stop me.

She told me that my stress levels could also be contributing to my hormonal imbalance. I really need to get that under control. I think it has gotten worse since I had to quit smoking because that helps me with my anxiety and pain more than anything else. I have been doing that on and off since I was 14. I know it has been good for me not to do that but it still sucks. I think that I will improve once my life stabilizes again.

I am worn out again after doing all of that stuff. My back is also killing me right now. I overexerted myself the past couple days. I might try to take a nap or something this afternoon so maybe I will have energy to get more accomplished later. I am going to do my best to enjoy the rest of my day.

[chaoticoctopi]

I've been so, so lucky that my primary care physician is a literal angel and has never blamed my health issues on my weight. (My damn insurance has now made my entire local hospital system "out of network" so if I want to keep her I'll basically have to pay out of pocket. Also, almost every doctor and service in town is now out of network. Need a blood draw? Shit outta luck, drive 90 miles one way to get it. Fuck you, United Healthcare.)

My hospital however...

When I went to the ER with crazy pain they found out pretty quick my gallbladder was to blame. "Don't worry, it's not an emergency - you'll get scheduled to get it removed but we don't have to do it right now." Lie 1.

My doc (angel!) immediately gets me forwarded to a surgeon. Surgeon calls me within a day to set up a first appointment within the week. We can schedule surgery for immediately after that. Yay!

Then I get a call back. "Oh, we can't do your surgery here. We saw your BMI and we don't have any of the special extra large surgical tables for fat patients like you." In the ENTIRE HOSPTIAL, not a single table for fat people.

So I get pawned off to a "specialist" surgeon 50 miles away. 2.5 weeks JUST to get my first consult. And then almost TWO MONTHS on a special "liver shrinking" diet before I can get surgery.

No carbs. Zero fats.

I was basically living off (expensive) nutrition replacement protein shakes. ugh.

MEANWHILE the pain has. Not. Stopped. Completely upending my diet hasn't helped. Pain meds haven't helped. I go to the ER multiple times and that doesn't help at all. I just constantly feel like I've got a rotting lead weight in my right chest.

Which, after I beg my doctor for one more round of blood work because nothing is getting better (she told me to go to ER again and I'm like "can you just order a blood draw?!? Nothing else they do there will be of any help and it'll be a LOT less time and expense, not to mention less strain on a small ER during COVID??") I get a call as soon as the blood work has been processed: "yeah, drive yourself to [town 45 miles away that isn't even the biggest town with the biggest hospital where my surgeon is located]. [Biggest hospital where surgeon works at] has no room, but [2nd town] does. Your gallbladder needs to come out NOW."

So my boyfriend drives me an hour away and I check in to this hospital, where my specialist-in-fat-people-surgeries doctor can't even see me.

And they remove my gallbladder, which was FALLING APART INSIDE ME.

My surgeon for that surgery was a "regular" gall bladder surgeon. She didn't give two shits that I was fat. She also didn't give any shits that my liver hadn't had time to "shrink" on the special diet because I was only a week and a half into it.

The surgical table they put me on was EXACTLY THE SAME ONE they use for "regular" sized patients.

I was put through WEEKS of pain and fear and frustration JUST BECAUSE I WAS FAT. I had to spend almost a week in hospital for what should have been a very short-stay surgery because my gallbladder disintegrated as they removed it and caused pancreatitis, and I had to stay admitted with zero food for days to make sure it cleared up.

Because my local hospital pawned me off because I was fat.

My hospital has done multiple emergency surgeries on my boyfriend with no questions asked and not an eye batted.

WE WEAR THE SAME SHIRT SIZE.

Fuck fat phobic doctors and the systems they work in

one of the most evil parts about me being told that i needed to lose weight before i could get my diseased gallbladder removed was that without telling me at all whatsoever, the physician's assistant who was responsible for my surgery consult silently gave me a referral for bariatric weight loss surgery. she told me that i'd have to get my gallbladder removal surgery with that department as well because they're used to working on bigger bodies.

she told me this, but that's not what she meant. she wanted me to get bariatric weight loss surgery all because i told her that i have poly cystic ovarian syndrome and that it's hard for me to willingly lose weight. when i called the bariatric surgeons about scheduling my consult for my gallbladder removal, they were extremely confused and were like "well is this for bariatric surgery or the gallbladder removal?"

without my permission, without me asking, the physician's assistant silently signed me up for weight loss surgery that i never consented to. i never once mentioned wanting this surgery. i never once mentioned that my weight is affecting my health or bothering me. this person saw this as a mandatory step in order to get the surgery to remove my diseased organ. as if there were no other options. i never want to get bariatric weight loss surgery because i know it will completely devastate my health. this PA was so stuck on my weight. she could not get over it, she was literally obsessed. she did not care about my health, safety or well being, she was just obsessed with her hatred of fat people

she saw my weight as a higher priority than my diseased gallbladder. she was so stuck up her own ass that she was convinced that my weight was doing more damage to me than my gallbladder was. she wanted to keep blaming me for eating a high fat diet (i'm a vegetarian- i don't eat a high fat diet) and mocking me for being fat. she literally saw me being fat as a bigger issue than the fact that i had a literal rock stuck in the neck of one of my organs. if you ask me, if the surgeons and anesthesiologists have problems working on fat patients, that's a skill issue on them. that means you're a bad surgeon or anesthesiologist and you need to try to improve your skills. this is a literal skill issue, it's not the patient's fault that the medical professional fucking sucks at their job!

i can't describe to you how evil and insidious that is. the fact that she looked at me and went "oh my fucking god it's your weight that's the problem just go lose weight you fat asshole" just showed how much disregard she has for her fat patients. it's like she relishes torturing us or leaving us to be sick or die. there's no reason to behave this way. there's no reason to FORCE someone into weight loss surgery. my health is NOT being negatively impacted by my weight- gallstones are not caused by being overweight, and you can't give yourself gallstones. no matter how much fat you eat you can't give yourself gallstones- this is something that happens outside of your control

i hate medical professionals who are proudly fatphobic. they wear the fact that they let people remain sick and die as a badge of honor. like they're doing the world a favor. like staying sick or dying is better off for the patient. like the patient somehow doesn't "DESERVE" to be in good health. fat people DO deserve to be in good health. we DON'T have to "EARN" surgeries or life saving procedures. we are alive and human just like everyone else. this qualifies us for being cared for medically, no matter what. leave your prejudices at home. you can't just kill fat people because you don't like that we exist.

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

"How is everything?" Vaggie asked. There was always a sense of nervousness that came with these doctors visits. It wasn't that she didn't trust Belphegor, but it was just something about the hospital in general. But honestly, she was just glad Charlie's status allowed her the best medical care she could get down here.

"Everything is progressing smoothly. You needn't worry. You haven't experienced any unusual symptoms?" the sin asked, writing something down on the clipboard.

"Mainly a lot of heartburn...and being kept up at night." she joked, a hand on her baby bump, gently smoothing over it. Her children seemed to be as restless as she was sometimes, constantly moving around at an impossible hours of the night.

"Babies like to do that." the doctor chuckled, flipping a page before her expression took a more serious term. "There is something I'd like to discuss regarding your due date?"

"What? Can I get this over with even faster?"

"Yes, actually."

Vaggie blinked, not expecting that response. Belphegor began to quickly elaborate rate.

"You are carrying a hybrid, there is a very high chance that you'll go into labor very soon. You're at 20...almost 21 weeks, now and in my experience your water will likely break anywhere between 28-32 weeks." the woman's voice was calm, patient as Vaggie did some quick mental math.

She has....two...maybe three months until she gives birth? That doesn't feel real, she thought she'd at least have four more months at minimum. But even ignoring that, there's another concern. "And they'll be okay if they're born that early?"

"Of course, they might need to remain in the NICU for a bit, but we've had plenty of experience with early deliveries. Charlie herself was born at 29 weeks with no complications when Lilith had her. You have nothing to worry about, however," a deep breath as Belphegor suspected a possible negative reaction, "I will have to recommend you officially stay on bed rest once you reach 26 weeks and even before then limit your physical activity. Extra stress and physical strain can make possible early labor even earlier, and we don't want that. "

Vaggie frowned, she didn't like the sound of bedrest, thought she kinda knew she'd have to eventually stop working at the hotel altogether once she got later down the line. The concern was more focused on her children though, even Belphegor assured that it would all be fine in the end.

"Is there...anything else I should know?" she asked carefully.

"Just make sure you prepare, and we'll have to schedule our appointments every two weeks now. If you think you're having any contractions before 28 weeks, come in immediately. And again, don't worry, we have everything ready to handle this. Okay?"

Vaggie nodded, not that it'd stop her from worrying. But she nodded nonetheless. Wondering how she was going to relay this to her partner was another thing though...

[cloudy-zephyr]

Aizawa x reader who's afraid of needles

Gender neutral reader

Tws: medical talk, needles, mentions of blood, slight intrusive thoughts, fear surrounding something going into the body

The doctors office. No one really *likes* to go, but you hate it. Everyone is fake polite, the walls are plain and the rooms are so silent your breathing is uncomfortable. Also it's, like, *always* cold. Why?? Anyways, you were here for a regular check up. You had asked Shota to come with you, just for moral support. Sitting in the waiting room alone makes you anxious, scared what the doctor is going to do or ask you to do. Shota just put a comforting hand on your knee, letting you hold onto it as tight as you want. He knows how bad your fear can be, and he wants to help you through the visit. He had to fight tooth and nail to even *get* you here, he isn't about to see you leave because of your fear of anything medical related.

"(Y/n)? We're ready for you," a nurse called from the doorway by the sign in desk.

You stand nervously and look at Shota, begging him to come with you and of course he does. You two follow the nurse to your exam room and you sit and wait. Another nurse comes in, and introduces herself

"I'm just going go take your height, weight, and blood pressure okay?" she starts writing on a clipboard.

You shakily nod, and stand to go get measured. After that comes the blood pressure cuff. You give her your arm and take a deep breath. These aren't scary, so much as they hurt a little. Shota sits in a chair next to the bed the whole time.

"Okay, all set. The doctor will be in shortly."

For about 5 minutes, Shota keeps you calm.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" "Do you think the cats need food, I can't remember." "Do you need any more ice cream? I think you ate all of it, we can get more after we're done." "No, love. They aren't going to hurt you, they're just making sure you're healthy." "No, baby. They're not evil, they're trained professionals who want to help you." "I know, it does kinda smell in here but we'll be done *real* soon, okay?" "Yes, love, we can get ice cream after. Yes you can get your favorite."

The doctor comes in and does other check up things, and then he says "you're in tip top shape, the only thing is you are behind on one immunization. Would you like to get that out of the way today or schedule another appointment?"

He seemed kind, but at that moment you hated him. You look to your boyfriend for help, which he isn't any.

"We'll do it today and get it over with," he gives you a squeeze on the knee trying to comfort you.

You shake your head and feel tears forming, you don't *want* a shot. They're scary! They hurt! What if the needle breaks off in your arm? What if they give you more than one shot?

The doctor leaves to go get the nurse to give you the shot, and you turn to Shota already crying a little.

"No, why did you say that?" you look at him with the most heartbroken expression and his own heart cracks a little.

"If we get it done now, then you don't have to worry about it. I'll be here the whole time," he moves onto the bed to sit behind you so he can hold you around your waist.

You start shaking a little more, breathing rapidly as you wait. Soon enough the nurse comes in with a tray of things.

"Alright, I'll make this quick and easy okay? Just roll up your sleeve so I can clean the area," she smiles kindly at you.

Shota rolls up your sleeve, and you start to wiggle around as the nurse cleans the area, "please try to stay still and don't clench your arm, I know you want this over with."

You start sobbing now. Are you embarrassed? Yes. Very much, but honestly? It's sobbing or something to hurt someone.

Shota just holds you tight and turns your head away so you don't know when she's going to give you the shot, but if anything you sob harder. Shota whispers praises in your ear and holds onto your hands, letting you squeeze them. The nurse decides to not do a countdown for the shot, and as soon as it's ready she sticks it in your arm at which you sob harder, grabbing Shotas arm as you shake.

As soon as it's done, she puts a cotton ball and medical tape on it and pats your leg, "all done. You're free to leave whenever. Have a good day."

You whine, "Shota,, hurts and it's scary," grabbing onto his shirt you cry into his chest.

He just shushes you and strokes your back, "I know, I know. I'm sorry, love. I don't like seeing you like this, but it's better than getting a disease. I know, shhh shh," for a few minutes he rocks you in his lap.

Once you're mostly calmed down, he takes you to the car and you sniffle, "sho? Can we still get ice cream?"

"Yes, kitten. You were so brave, we can get you some ice cream."

He leans over the consol and gives you a kiss.

- end -

WAH. I was reading a fic where ppl went to the drs and remembered the time I sobbed when I had to get blood drawn. Medical based fears are very real and very hard to deal with, I can't go to the doctor or dentist without feeling immense anxiety the whole time.

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MC Gets Surgery!

Comfort with the Obey Me! characters again. MC goes in for urgent surgery due to health complications or an accident, because I love the drama, but I don't think many of these would be that much different if it were a planned or routine surgery. These boys be dramatic af.

Someone requested this a little while ago, but unfortunately I can't find the ask because I responded to it like a dumbass because I felt bad leaving it in my notifications.

GN!MC TW: Mentions of surgery, but nothing graphic, I wanted to leave the circumstances up to the imagination. Let me know if I should tag anything else.

Lucifer

He sits in the waiting area, listening to the hum of machinery and alternating between tapping his finger against his folded arms and tapping a foot on the shining, white tile.

He takes it upon himself to make any necessary arrangements. He gets your time off at RAD approved, arranges accommodations for your healing process, schedules any necessary follow up appointments or physical therapy, and obviously takes you to and from the appointment where he barely restrains himself from pacing in the waiting room as he finalizes the last of the arrangements. With nothing left to occupy him at the hospital, all that's left to do is worry until he's able to take you back home.

When he is finally able to see you in your recovery room he breathes a sigh of relief as he settles into the chair by your bedside. He feels some of the tension leave his shoulders as he watches the slow but steady rise and fall of your breathing.

You fade in and out of consciousness for a little while as the anesthesia wears off and at some point you catch a glimpse of Lucifer, slumped uncomfortably in the chair next to you, clothes wrinkled and hair messily falling into his face. As if only sleeping very lightly, he opens his eyes as soon as he hears you begin to stir in bed.

"Ah, you're awake," He says with a kind but tired smile, "How are you feeling? Ready to return home?"

Diavolo walks in a moment later with coffee for himself and Lucifer, clearly having been there for a while himself. Knowing that Lucifer isn't one to be vulnerable with others, Diavolo tells you that he's never seen his friend so worried, to which Lucifer replies that it's nonsense and there was no question in his mind that you'd pull through.

The day after you're brought home, Lucifer drafts a schedule for who is allowed to stay home from RAD each day to take care of you, which, at their requests, includes Diavolo, Barbatos, and the Purgatory Hall boys.

Mammon

Lucifer and Diavolo forbade the others from going to the hospital with you, as they can't have them causing trouble for the doctors and nurses there. And so, after much arguing and commotion from all, Mammon is reluctantly stuck at the House of Lamentation, pacing the halls like he's trying to wear grooves into the floor.

It's a sombre, heavy atmosphere at the HoL, and Mammon just can't take it. He wants to shout, or argue, or do something to break the silence but seeing the worry and pain on his brothers' faces stops even him.

When you're finally brought home, Mammon does not leave your room. He effectively moves in until you're fully recovered, and at that point it'll probably be difficult to get him to move back into his own room without Lucifer's help.

He wants to help you with anything he physically can, frequently attempting to shoo his brothers out of your room, and he is very reliable, but having a weak stomach means there are a few things he can't really help with.

The first time Satan changes your bandages Mammon nearly faints. Tears well in his eyes for a moment at the sight of your bruised and bloodied skin, but he can't bear to leave your side and reminds himself to be strong for your sake. So, he takes your hand in his and stares hard at the ground until Satan is finished and nearly collapses into the chair next to you afterward, stuttering red-faced excuses.

He'll deny or downplay how worried he was about you at first, but once you two are alone, late at night he'll eventually admit that he was scared of losing you and that you ain't allowed goin' anywhere on him, ya got that?

Leviathan

He sits in the common room with everyone, his hand held gaming system discarded next to him as he chews on the skin around his nails, unable to focus on anything but spiraling worry. He checks his phone constantly, finding each time that it's only been a few minutes passing like hours since the last time he'd checked. But still no updates from Lucifer.

Once you're brought home, he joins everyone in crowding around your bed, telling you how worried they were, but after a while they are all ultimately ushered out of the room by Barbatos who insists that you need your rest.

Unable to contain his restless energy any longer, and realizing that you'll be on bed-rest for a while during your recovery, Levi sets to work sorting through his collections and gathering all of the anime, manga, and video games he think you'd like best. After pulling another all-nighter, Levi brings everything to your room the next morning, and while waiting for you to wake up, falls asleep himself on the floor leaning against the side of your bed, hand held gaming system once again falling next to him

Over the course of your recovery, Levi sets up two of his gaming systems in your room, and you, Mammon, and Levi all regularly play together. Levi checks in often, usually electronically, and once even takes you out on a FaceTime date. You're surprised to get the call from Levi, since video chats usually make him uncomfortable, and are even more surprised when you see that he's video calling you while out in public, sitting at a cute little cafe and looking very nervous to be out of the comfort of his room.

"They have this really cute limited run Ruri-chan themed dessert here, a-and I thought you might be feeling a little cooped up in your room s-so I th-thought this might be a c-cute d-d-date!" His face is bright red the whole time, but soon the awkwardness wears off a little and you both have a nice chat where he promises to bring you back a dessert of your own to try when he gets home.

Satan

He stares down at his book, unable to focus on the words, not registering the sounds of his fingers tapping against the hard cover, lost in thought. Your mortality weighs heavily in his mind as worry crowds out all other thoughts. The wait is agonizing, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't pull himself out of the darkness of his own mind until you're safely back home, at which point he doesn't even realize that his book has fallen to the floor when he gets up to rush toward you as Lucifer and Diavolo take you to your room.

Satan knows enough about humans to know that just because the surgery is over, that doesn't mean you're out of the woods yet. Humans are fragile, and complications can still be very serious. So, he makes sure Asmo knows that you can't take baths for a while, especially with bath bombs and the like. He makes sure Levi and Mammon let you get enough rest, and that if Belphie naps with you he knows to keep an eye on your temperature in case you start feeling feverish. He makes sure Beel changes your bed sheets often, especially since the two of you are eating in bed more, and above all, he makes sure to intercept any of Solomon's cooking for you.

Satan takes it upon himself to be your nurse most of the time, particularly because many of the others (read Mammon, Levi, and Asmo) are too squeamish to help change your bandages. Lucifer beat him to changing your bandages the first time, much to his annoyance. No wonder he couldn't find the supplies, Lucifer had already stolen them and was taping up the last of your bandages when Satan walked in with what he did manage to find.

"Ah, Satan. Those items won't be necessary, you can put them back" Lucifer says, and you can't convince Satan that Lucifer wasn't smirking.

A few days into your recovery Satan brings back a cat plushie for you to snuggle, and some flowers to brighten up your room. You now have a growing collection of gifts, cards, and flowers from various well-wishers including people you don't even actually know.

Satan also brings you plenty of books and spends time reading with you. Since you have so much down time, it's the perfect opportunity for you to catch up on the list of books you've been meaning to read, and Satan does love being able to have discussions with you once the two of you have read the same book. He loves hearing how you interpreted things differently and getting to hear your point of view on often makes him see things in a new light or consider things he hadn't thought of before.

Asmodeous

Asmo spends the day sprawled across one of the couches, arm draped over his eyes, sighing and looking effortlessly tragic and beautiful. A passing thought tells him it's a great opportunity for a Devilgram shot. After all, beautiful young men look even more beautiful when they're sad, right? But he just can't bring himself to act on it. He's broadcasting radio silence on all his socials, which has his fans worried. As a result, he and you both receive many gifts and cards from his concerned followers.

Once you're brought home all he wants to do is hug and snuggle you and it's not fair that he's not allowed to! So, he'll settle for any kind of physical touch he can get. He's holding and stroking your hands, kissing your forehead, taking care of your hair, and making sure you keep up on your skincare. And if you think you live with Asmo and don't have a skincare routine, you're wrong.

As you recover, he makes sure to pamper you within an inch of your life. He knows you can't get up and do a lot of things by yourself, but that's no excuse not to look fly af. He applies your lotion, paints your nails, does your hair and potentially your makeup, and you both do face masks before bed every night complete with cooling cucumber slices.

Since you're limited mostly to your sleep clothes, he buys you several sets of new pajamas that are easy to change into and also make you look amazing; and of course, he's the one who insists on helping you change into and out of them.

You make more appearances than usual on his Devilgram while you're recovering, and even when he's not by your side, he's tagging you in his posts so that you can see his face and know that he's thinking about you.

Beelzebub

He feels empty, and though it's not the familiar emptiness of hunger, it gnaws at him just the same. He wrings and rubs his hands and picks at his nails and cuticles, trying to distract himself from the worry darkening all of his thoughts. Perhaps the thing that worries him most, is that he's not exactly sure how worried he should be at this moment. All he knows is that you're in a dangerous situation, and there's nothing that he can do to help protect you. Sure, you're with Lucifer, and normally that would be of some comfort, but he knows even Lucifer is sitting powerless in a waiting room somewhere too.

He didn't realize just how tense he was until you were brought home. Finally he could feel himself relax, shoulders falling as the tension evaporates, and just being able to see your face made him smile again. You must be starving, he realizes- because he sure is!- since it's been almost a full day or more since you've been allowed to eat! New worry creases his forehead. Can anyone really go that long without eating and be alright? Thankfully Barbatos' flawless planning meant that he was already bringing in food for everyone and Beel wouldn't even have to leave your side.

Beel makes sure you have entirely too much food over the next few days to make up for not being able to eat before (and obviously during) your surgery. He's constantly feeding you, and worried when you cant finish all of your food, which you were obviously never going to be able to anyway.

Beel also does all of the physical work when it comes to your recovery. He's picking you up to change your sheets, helping you out of bed to the bathroom or to anywhere else you'd like to go, honestly he's just carrying you around a lot. He also helps you with any physical therapy you need, whether it's getting you there, helping you with the exercises, or even doing them with you for moral support.

Belphegor

Between Mammon's pacing, Levi's nail biting, Satan's finger tapping, and Asmo's sighing, it's enough to drive him mad! Don't get him wrong, he's definitely worried too, but not being able to sleep for this long out of worry is starting to make him irritable. He's leaned up against Beel on the couch for much of the day, clutching his pillow like he might tear holes in it, and though his eyes are closed, it doesn't do much to hide the annoyed expression on his face or the twitching of his eyebrow. Beel rubs his back, sensing his brother's mood, and that comforts him a little, but it's not until he can actually see your face that the irritation really washes away.

Once you're brought home and made comfortable the only thing that keeps Belphie from crawling into bed with you, besides Barbatos and his brothers, is the fact that he falls asleep at your bedside too quickly. He sits down at the edge of your bed, head resting on his folded arms close enough to touch a part of you that isn't hurt, and is immediately out like a light, comforted finally by your presence safely back in the House of Lamentation.

Belphie brings you some of his most comfortable pillows and essentially makes a nest in and around your bed for the two of you. Since he can't snuggle up to you right away, he makes due with what he can, and still makes every effort to sleep in a way where he can still be touching at least some part of you. He also brings his favorite star projector into your room to have an indoor star gazing date with you, and to help make your room feel more peaceful so you can sleep better.

Like Mammon, he also basically moves into your room with you and has a tendency to lock everyone else out, particularly Mammon, so that he can make sure you get enough rest. He coordinates with Satan when he thinks the others (minus Beel) are demanding too much of your attention so they can work together (read: scheme) to get them away from you for some quiet time. This may or may not lead to more rules from Lucifer as to how they should all be caring for you.

He's also surprisingly good at taking care of you, and he actually enjoys it, saying you should let him spoil you more often when you get better too.

Diavolo

Diavolo can't focus on his work, and knowing that no one will turn the Crowned Prince of the Devildom away, he heads to the hospital where your surgery is taking place. He easily finds Lucifer in the waiting room, hands clasped together with his elbows resting on his knees and his head down. Diavolo places a gentle hand on his friend's back as he sits down beside him, and smiles weakly as Lucifer looks up before sighing as he sits all the way back up again. They don't say much, each knowing how worried the other is, but each is comforted by the others' presence nonetheless.

Diavolo clears his schedule as much as he can to be able to visit you during your recovery, each day bringing you a new get-well gift. These range from flowers, to stuffed animals, to cards, to little trinkets to brighten up your room, and other items that you've mentioned your interest in or that just made him think of you while he was out.

Diavolo is a thoughtful, insightful, and competent demon but he's not used to having to take care of people, so he mostly just spends time with you. You two talk and laugh a lot, and it's easy for him to entertain you while you're stuck in bed. He seeks advice from others for how to care for you and what you might need during your recovery and does his best to follow that guidance.

Medical debt? Never met her. Daddy Diavolo pays for everything, though to his amusement Lucifer told him that he caught Mammon trying to sneak away with one of your (already paid) bills. Neither of them were entirely sure how Mammon was planning on 'making it disappear' as he claimed, but Diavolo got a good laugh out of it and told you the story later too. He swore you to secrecy with a wink, as he knew Mammon's intentions were good (that's a demon who knows how tough debt is, for sure) and because he knew it would embarrass Mammon to no end if you were to find out.

Diavolo suspends pretty much all non-essential student council activities until you're recovered, since none of the other members would be able to focus until then. He also plans a party at the Demon Lord's Castle to celebrate your recovery. Nothing too big, or too wild, but a nice celebration among friends once you're well enough to enjoy the festivities.

Barbatos

Barbatos spends much of the evening before, and the entire day of your surgery preparing the House of Lamentation for your return and the amount of work he gets done is astounding even for him.

He completely throws himself into his work in order to keep his mind busy, all the while keeping an eye on your specific timelines. The extra work, and the thought that he's preparing for any possible need or concern helps to ease his own worries. Even if he can't be by your side for the whole healing process, his preparations can be of some help to you.

He sets up wheelchair ramps, installs extra railings, and remodels your nearest bathroom to be more accessible while you're healing. He brings extra chairs, blankets, and pillows into your room, and tucks a fold-away cot into the closet because he knows you'll have several people by your side at any given moment. He deep cleans, sanitizes, and organizes your room, bringing anything you might regularly need closer within reach of your bed. He neatly lays out your clothes for the evening and the next day, making sure they're loose-fitting and easy to change into. Finally he sets to preparing dinner, making sure there are leftovers tucked away in containers in case you're too tired to eat when you get home.

Once you are brought home, he visits you with the others until he eventually has to insist that they leave you to rest. Once alone with Lucifer, Divolo, and you, the Young Master has to nearly force him to finally sit down. Once he does, the fatigue finally sets in. As he takes your hand, his eyes grow heavier and heavier until his head nods to the side and sleep takes him for a few peaceful minutes. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, his senses tell him that even his two closest friends take their leave to allow the two of you some well earned rest.

Barbatos visits you periodically during your recovery. He cleans your room, organizing your shelf of gifts and making sure to take care of any wilting flowers or changing the water in the ones that are still blooming. He also serves you tea and sometimes changes your bandages, though Satan and Lucifer usually have that covered. Barbatos takes good care of you while he's there, but the brothers have been doing a lot as well, which allows him to spend some time just having tea with you and enjoying your company.

Solomon

Similar to Satan, Solomon gets lost in his own head for a while when he finds out that you're getting surgery. He knows all the ways this kind of thing can be dangerous for humans and can't help but be too worried to focus on much of anything else. He ends up having to apologize to Luke and Simeon when his magic goes a little haywire because he's not paying attention while he's cleaning Purgatory Hall and accidentally sends Luke's hat, his cookies, and Simeon's homework- not that he was paying attention to that either- floating off in all different directions.

I firmly believe that Solomon's love language is acts of service, and that he wants nothing more than to show the people he loves that he cares about them by cooking for them. Unfortunately, in your condition, that could kill you. So, as much as he wants to cook for you, he's constantly being steered away from the kitchen by literally everyone. One of the few times he did manage to make you a home cooked meal, Beel took one for the team and ate it before he could get it to you.

Since he's not allowed to cook for you, Solomon uses his magic for you instead. He brings you good luck and protection charms and enchanted ointments. He casts beautiful spells in your room to make you smile, and enchants all of your flowers to make them last longer.

One day while it's his turn to take care of you, he brings a record over and casts a spell to allow you to gently float through the room so the two of you can dance slowly to the music without hurting your healing incision.

"I thought you might be tired of being stuck in bed all day, so how's this?" he asks before casting the spell, "Would you care for a dance?" He takes one of your hands in his, and supports you with the other around your waist as the two of you laugh and spin about the room. It's a clumsy and decidedly silly little dance, but the two of you have a lot of fun, and as your laughter dies away Solomon holds you close a little longer to look into your eyes as the two of you catch your breath.

Simeon

Simeon is definitely worried, but he does a better job of hiding it than Solomon or Luke, and feels some responsibility for keeping it together for their sake. He suggests they all try to keep busy since there's nothing they can do for the time being. He encourages Luke to bake some cookies for you to have once you're able to take visitors, and suggests that maybe Solomon get a head start on cleaning duty to get it out of the way early since it's his turn. Meanwhile he stares at his homework, fully aware that 'keeping busy' isn't helping any of them to keep from worrying.

After setting their dorm back to normal from Solomon's magic mishap, Simeon gets a message from Lucifer, letting them know that you've been brought home safely and asking them not to visit until tomorrow since you need your rest. Unfortunately, Simeon finds that he's unable to rest until he sees your face, and once he's sure his dorm-mates are asleep, he sneaks out to see you. Just a quick visit, he tells himself as he approaches the HoL. But, once on the front steps, the door magically opens on it's own.

"How exactly did you think you were going to get inside?" Solomon asks with a quiet chuckle, leaning against the door frame from the inside. Simeon rubs the back of his head, realizing he's been caught, "Let's just not tell Luke, okay?" he says as they effectively break in.

Simeon is very nurturing, and he's naturally good at taking care of and comforting people. He often brings you home-cooked meals, particularly when he knows it's Solomon's turn to take care of you. He's always making sure you're comfortable and asking what he can do for you or if you need anything, but he's not overbearing. He's calm and easy to talk to.

He sneaks you forehead kisses when no one is looking, and usually holds your hand while you talk or have tea. Occasionally he has to gently herd some of the louder and rowdier brothers out of the room to make sure you're getting enough rest and that they're not stressing you out too much while your body is healing.

Luke

Luke is literally worried sick. The poor kid alternates between pacing, and sitting down hugging a pillow to his upset stomach. After much comforting from both Solomon and Simeon, and some encouragement to keep busy, Luke heads to the kitchen to do some baking. He's so worried that he can't help but be preoccupied and forgets about his baking several times, almost burning the cookies in the process, before Solomon sets them to flight.

During your recovery Simeon and Luke get carried away with their baking, and they both bring you lots of food. Between the angels, Barbatos, and Beel, nobody at the House of Lamentation has to deal with cooking duty for at least a few days, which means they can all focus on taking better care of you.

When Luke is finally able to see you the day after you're brought home, he brings over a stuffed animal that he swears he hasn't used in years since he's not a kid anymore, and tells you that it's good luck and that you should keep it close until you're feeling better. You can see from it's matted fur and missing eye that it's been well-loved over the years.

He wants to spend a lot of time with you while you're healing because of how worried he is, especially since you're recovering in a house full of demons. But, Simeon reminds him that you need plenty of rest and assures him that they're all working together to make sure you're getting better as quickly as possible.