#i need this show injected directly into my bloodstream but instead i am just a slow tv watcher.... tragedy...

[arielluva]

never drawn their movie designs before :3

[temporarypresidentoftheearth]

Chess, technocratic Octopus (crimes against humanity in EU/USA/others)

Dear European Union and the Humanity as whole, this text also directed to members of the organization i call Octopus.

The core of this organization consists of members who are very intelligent, primarily researchers and doctors but also others, and they invented a plan in the form of a corona / covid and began to expand with such good intentions under the pretext of saving the Earth from ecological disaster. This action has certainly pleased a few people who are watching climate changes and have noticed that there has been a significant reduction in smog, but since it has been going on for more than a year and they also uses creation of artificial fear, it is time to show the truth and point humanity in the right direction. It's been a year since the Corona story was made, and instead of acknowledging the need to significantly reduce CO2 and other greenhouse gas emissions and introduce normal rules, the organization is still working undercover, and I believe it's because of the crimes against the humanity that core of that organisations made.

I think that either the octopus has spread, or some kind of planetary movement of people has emerged that has different moral rules and values and they see that things have started to move, but in the wrong direction. I noticed a significant increase in interest in my person, whether through secret services (in the form of spyware and MITM attacks, my specialisation is IT and also IT security) but also through articles in the media indirectly referring to my person. It took me a while to decipher it all by deducing thinking and researching.

When my wife was sent with wrong healing fracture of feet to examination called by name gammametry of the skeleton, i was very interested about it and i started to study this examination technique the day before examination. Atomic weapons, isotopes, radioactivity and the like are things that fascinate me and i like to study about them. You can call me a researcher in multiple scientific fields. I feared about the increased amount of gamma radiation because i know how harmful it is. After studying available materials, i find out that a person gains a dose of gamma radiation of more than about a year of normal life, so we canceled it. And we did well, because the available materials have been deceptive.

In my head this type of examination remained to resonate and i returned to study it and found, that it is much more dangerous than it looks and when the so-called radiopharmaceuticals are injected in the bloodstream they use isotopes which in addition to gamma radiation, emit beta radiation in the form of electrons during decay and cause a very unpleasant way of dying. Person who undergoes the examination does not die immediately but his health gradually deteriorates and can die with a heart attack or get cancer or other health complications.

The examination itself takes a long time, about a half day until a pacient pee much of the the radiopharmaceutical and although he is no longer irradiating surroundings, the organs and cells, especially DNA are damaged to extend he cannot be saved. This medical specialization under names nuclear medicine, scintigraphy or gammagraphy is used for crime and must be immediately stopped, authorities need to immediately take action, seize the evidence and create commissions to investigate. It is also needed to stop facilities called cyclotrons or synchrotrons, i will get to them later.

As a major indirect evidence i present:

- Asolutely no existence of research on the non-harmless use of radiopharmaceuticals on animals or people in the long term, i have failed to find anything on the matter subject. I would like to remind you of the incident that took place in Chernobyl when radioactive material (isotopes), get into air. Although it was other elementary particles, it doesnt matter at all. When estimates of how many people died of cancer after the Chernobyl incident, it was estimated at 200,000 to 300,000. Those people inhaled radioactive particles that were in the air and entered their bloodstream through their lungs, similar to smokers' nicotine or other harmful substances from cars. Now imagine that you get it directly through an injection into the bloodstream.

- False information about physics of isotopes of elementary particles on Wikipedia and other sites, i suspect that they change the facts about isotopes of elementary particles and for example so-called Technitium-99m used with half life of 6 hours used in some examinations does not exist. Because there is not a lot of experts on the subject, other people accepts it as the truth. Also the so-called Internal conversion, which is a method of converting atomic nuclei without emitting beta radiation when they decay into lower elements. The organization changed the history of science and abuses the complexity of the topic as covering. I suppose that their claws are so long that you can also find false information the high school scripts as well.

If I am wrong at this one point and if the meta state of the isotopes also exists, some of these substances will still bind to the tissues and still remain in the body, causing heavy metal damage.  It is necessary to use correct dosimeters to check what type of radiation is emitted by radiopharmaceuticals, gamma and beta and to distinguish the percentage, this can also confirm the type of isotopes contained in the radiopharmaceutical and there is need to use other techniques to identify the atoms themselves such as spectroscopy and the like.

- On the https://reddit.com/r/nuclearmedicine forum there is indirect evidence in the form of a complaint from one of the employees in America that complains about the congestion at work and the increase of people who come to test, the post on forum is month old. So yes, a few criminals alredy stared murdering more people.

- On the same forum it is debated why nuclear medicine and classical RTG and CT are separated as medicinal fields, RTG and CT use as x-ray/gamma external source and that is very very big difference. Also person asking for advice get recommendations to employ in a classic radio instead nuclear med. People who work in nuclear medicine prefer to send that person else for moral reasons.

Because nuclear medicine is operated almost everywhere in the world but primarily in western democracy countries, I dare suppose this organisation is at planetary scale and created story of Corona and also I dare suppose there are other iniquities that needs to be stopped.

I infer that the momentary management of this organization is technocracy, the only one could commit abuse of scientific research on such terrible things. And it also uses the technique of artificial creation of fear, it is obvious because it has such practices and equipment.

Solution proposals: For a moment i will play a role of the President of the Earth and I am giving you these recommendations.

Police investigators - INVESTIGATION: It is important to get the list of all patients examined with injected or drinked radiopharmaceuticals. It is need to be verified how long they lived after the examination or if they are still alive how much their health detoriorate. This also relates to other examinations where radiopharmaceuticals are injected into a blood circulation or drink, e.g. PET Scan, which can be done in other hospitals. PET itself is an abbreviation for POSITRON Emission Tomography, which is also cover name of use of hazardous beta radiation using isotopes injected directly into the bloodstream.

Involved will probably be some specialized doctors. It is necessary to identify them and interogatte them about this practice, if they know about it and identify if they used it and if yes, if they get the order from other octopus members or if they sent patients there on their behalf. Its important to distinguish if they used it because of fear of their families, or for money/fun or other reasons.

Ordinary people: I propose to all citizens to make peaceful civil disobedience and ignore the vaccination against Corona until the vaccines will be independently verified and molecular structures of they contents published. Be aware that these bad people can have plan to use some harmful substances in different batches of same vaccine. Authorities need to be aware of this. Also please dont go outside to make mess down the streets, it's the last thing we need. We need police officers, special units and army support to go after the bad guys. I urge that use of other existing vaccines, especially the vaccination of children need to be accepted and trusted. Antivaxx movement is wrong. Corona is really an exception. I also propose to ignore multinational pharmaceutical companies that use Corona to increase profits because for the vaccines they create, countries must pay, these are our money used from taxes. We'll take them down, believe.

Within the EU states: Police and special deployment units in the case of a nuclear dissaster (just pick up quality dosimeters): immediately send units into any cyclotron or synchrotron facilities. It is important to deploy enough people and you need to check all companies, clinics and warehouses around. Isotopes for "convicted" patients are produced in these facilities. It is necessary to use independent checking specialists who are on our side and I am not sure who can you trust. You also need to check where are radiopharmaceuticals from these facilities sent. Clinics can be located anywhere else in your country. Isotopes have short half life, so they are created non-stop and transported periodically. Cooperation at European level is required.

Governments of european countries and also others, it is clear to me that there are secret agreements around the existence of the cyclotron/synchrotron facilities to ensure the inviolability of these facilities, similar to embassies, do not try to cover up this problem. I ask you on behalf of humanity to immediately declassify these documents and other information with whom the agreements were signed and which lobby groups are behind it. If you refuse or hesitate for a long time, you will be judged in the future for helping crimes against humanity.

I also want to warn the authorities that the current vaccines that are already in your country may be harmless, but the Octopus plan can be that harmful substances will be added in other batches later. Therefore, it is necessary to introduce persistent monitoring of these vaccines by someone other than the pharmaceutical companies themselves. At the same time, I am asking for a complete identification of substances at the level of conventional medicines, like ibuprofen on wikipedia e.g. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ibuprofen Where you can see the molecular structure of ibuprofen as well as the various chemical identifiers used to identify chemicals.

I want to draw your attention to the fact that the octopus management is aware that it can't feed this PR for a long time and will have to revive the corona in some way to really start dying a lot of people, I believe they can do it with those vaccines, but so far i think they testing society how much it can handle and to get more money. Until I see the crowded cemeteries, I think we are still on the edge when we can intervene, action is needed immediately.

I would also like to point out a fact, that the source material used in cyclotron and synchrotron facilities must be at first prepared in special reactors. From internet sources it is for europe mainly research reactor Petten in Netherlands. Material is periodically sent from there to individual cyclo/synchrotron facilities in european countries. Then it is processed there to create individual isotopes and also prepared as radiopharmaceuticals. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petten_nuclear_reactor And dear EU government, EU council, and all you ladies and gentlemans in Brussel or other cities. The reactor is property of European Comission, be aware. And from wikipedia it is operated by Nuclear Research and Consultancy Group. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_Research_and_Consultancy_Group

Some surprised new members of Octopus: Stop being afraid and start writing and talking about it, threads need to be unraveled.

Media: You have my permission to disclose this text in the original version (without correcture). If you are connected to octopus, i propose you to ignore any other commands from octopus and you should stop writing anything about Corona as a protest and concentrate on this issue.

This organization lack moral values as justice, truth and honor. I live in the European Union and the United Nations for which I believe are these moral values important and I was trusting them, but now I was disappointed in Western democracy, it is important to return to these moral values.

When I find out the truth a few days ago I was in shock and I had very sad instead of cheerful Christmas. If humanity wants to handle the ecological crisis I propose a return of justice, more opennes, truth, humor and not artificial creation of fear of bad virus that does not even exist. Increasing the differences between the first percentages of the richest and the others is inadmissible.

The fact that CO2 emissions have been reduced thanks to Corona is praise, but these crimes against humanity must be punished.

I propose members of the organization, if it will remain, to change their internal political system to sophocracy, the technocracy is clearly unattuded. But I also refuse and I do not show interest in any way to join, work for you or make any decisions.

CORE OF OCTOPUS: Since it reminds me of the chess game, I already has been thinking about your next step. You will try to take over of messages in the media with some unfairness type like terrorist attack and creating another fear. I have a horrical ideas about reappearing abuse of atomic or biological research and detonation of atomic bomb in some EU state or elsewhere in the world that fits some terrorist organization. I ask you from dropping from such an intention. Give up voluntarily, it will be in your favor.

I ask other multinational corporations to confirm they are on our side and condemnation of these practices. The fact that withdrawals from the ATM are already limited to +-200 euros indicates to me the sad things dear financial corporations.

I propose that scientists and doctors who knew about the existence of nuclear medicine and about what it serves, but they were afraid of fear of talking about it, publicly stepped out, apologized and said they were sorry. As a society we need such people, so it is important that they should not be afraid to talk about such practices. Scientists and doctors who knew what nuclear medicine is used for and send people to such examinations need to be judged.

I also want to ask investigative journalists about proper documenting and investigative work. There are multiple types of nuc med examinations. For example, heart examination has the highest dose of radiation, I think that with this one patient dies on a heart attack within a few days or hours. For gammametry of skeleton i estimate a few months to death on leukemia or other type of death/cancer.

Thank you for your attention.

P.S. The actions that you as people will do in the coming months and years will evaluate not only your children or grandchildren. I dare to philosophize. Overgrowing and ecological problem on the planet afflict every developed civilization that missed the space colonization, it is important how we approach the problem. If there is any advenced civilisation outside, or if there are more of them and there is some community, know that our actions and form of society we build will be also evaluated by them. But do not beleive and do not hope that they will help us. Believe only in yourself.

And in case society refuses to correct these crimes, I refuse to help current society, be it research, some ideas or something else.

S.

[superqueerwritingfangirl-blog]

Scattered Memories (Part 1)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2004(Far too long)

Summary: After Hotch gives your team a rare long weekend you head home, but you never make it. You wake up 13 hours later in the same spot you blackout at, but something is different. 

Warnings: None descriptive rape, kidnapping, angst, eventual PTSD

Author’s note: I’ve been working on this for two days before realizing how long it was getting to be a one-parter, this won’t be as long as I plan on making my Trials and Tribulation’s series -two/three parts at the most.

Part 2

The last thing you remembered was leaving work for the day. You handed Hotch your completed files, saying goodbye to him, JJ, Rossi, Derek, and Garcia. As always, you lingered at Spencer’s desk, laughing at his awkward jokes, being completely hypnotized by his magic tricks, and sad goodbyes, even though you know you’ll see each other the next day.

After that, you head down to the parking garage that belonged to the government building. It was already dark out, being winter, so you picked up your pace and approached your vehicle. You heard of few stray footsteps, but nothing too close to you. As you started your car it seemed to lurch forward for a split second, but it rested and returned to normal, so you went on your way.

About half way home you decided to rent a movie for the long weekend Hotch had allowed the team, given no cases came up. The rental store was crowded for date night, causing you to bump into several of the inhabitants. Mumbling to yourself you searched the new release aisle, grabbing the one that looked most interesting.

You began feeling slightly dizzy ‘It’s probably just anxiety,’ you told yourself, ‘it’s far too crowded for anyone to feel comfortable.’ Pushing the feeling aside, you paid for the rented DVD and stepped outside. With a breath of fresh air, the dizziness seem to subside and you continued your drive home, but not even 5 minutes into your drive, only a few minutes away from home something turned wrong.

Something was very wrong: your hearing faded, ringing to a deafening point, your hands were shaking and you knew you had to be swerving, and your sight was almost gone. Trying your best to focus on the road, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone. You knew you wouldn’t be conscious enough to make a call, your words being blurred in your mind, let alone, actually being spoken, so you sent a text. You chose the first contact in your text message history: Spencer Reid, typing a simple “911”.

As you sent it you pulled off onto a side road and parked. Just behind you, another car pulled up, you stepped out of your vehicle, hoping to signal the danger you were in but the moment your feet touched the ground you collapsed, the world turning dark.

But that had to have been hours ago because right now it looked as though the sun, which was just going down the last time you were conscious, was rising through the trees. Instead of lying on the ground, where you were previously, you haphazardly splayed over the front two seats of your car.

You groaned, shifting into a sitting position, searching for your phone. Surprisingly you found it back in your back pocket. Your phone was shut off - something you never did, in the case of an emergency, you could be tracked down. Dozens of texts and phone calls from everyone on your team and a handful of others.

Seeing the urgent messages you went to reach for your FBI badge and your gun, that always sat in your glove box, but they were gone. Immediately you dialed 911. “911 - where is your-”

You cut her off, begging yourself not to lose your train of thought. “My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), I am an agent of the FBI. I think I might have been attacked. I’ll need an ambulance, police unit, and for you to call and ask for Special Agent Hotchner and the rest of his team at the FBI.”

“Yes ma’am.” The 911 operator replied, obviously shaken. You hung up and began checking yourself.

Looking into the rearview mirror you checked your eyes, your pupils were dilated and the whites were yellowed, most likely from being drugged. Looking down at your clothes you noticed how disheveled they were: shirt untucked, buttons undid haphazardly, one sock missing. You didn’t want to think about why. Rolling up your sleeves, you checked your arms, you saw bruises and scrapes but no signs of injection marks. You did the same for your legs, but then you remembered the rentals store: someone had bumped into you, they hit your hip. Grabbing the waistband of your pants, you slowly revealed the skin of your hip and almost immediately you saw the tiny red dot, and gently touching it you could feel a slight indent of a hole. Along with remembering the rental store you also remembered the car that pulled up behind you.

Seconds later you heard the sirens, as well as two black SUV’s. You got out of your vehicle, almost running to Hotch as he stepped out, onto the pavement. “I need an APB out for a red 2014 Impala.” You began to walk away, towards the paramedics, before you felt a hand grasp your wrist. With your instincts kicking in, you swung around and attempted to punch your assailant. Luckily he was able to dodge it as you realized it was still Hotch. “Shit! Hotch, I’m so sorry!”

“What happened, (Y/N)?” Aaron asked.

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “After I left the other night, I went to the movie rental place a couple blocks back. It was so crowded and someone bumped into me. I became dizzy but tried to drive home. I knew I couldn’t make it so I pulled off here and the car pulled up behind me. I went out to confront him but passed out the second I stood up. I woke up back in my car.”

By then the team had gathered around, as well as the paramedics and police. You sighed when you saw the way Spencer looked at you. “They took my gun and badge, and - uh - there’s an injection point on my hip. I think he may have..” You didn’t have to finish the sentence for them to know what you meant. They all looked away and a paramedic ushered you over to the ambulance, sitting you on the bed in the back.

They asked you dozens of questions, trying to burrow passed your fuzzy mind. They quickly took you over to the hospital, doing horrific tests. After everything was done they finally allowed you to be released, abling you to see your team - your family. “You should be at the hospital,” Hotch said, oddly gentle.

“I won’t be able to help while in the hospital. The drugs are out of my system, and other than the kit I’ve been given a clean bill of health.”

“Other than the kit?” He asked, clearly worried.

“It came back positive, but I’m fine. I don’t even remember it.”

He gave you a look. A fatherly look that said he didn’t believe you but he’ll leave it for now. You silently thanked him. The two of you walked into the briefing room and, no matter how hard they tried, all eyes were on you. Jennifer ran up to you, awkwardly gave you a hug and handed you a warm cup. You took a sip and sighed. Your favorite coffee drink, you smiled for the first time that day, and that made her smile. “Thank you, JJ.” You sang.

You plopped down in your chair, always next to Spencer, you smiled at him and as you pushed yourself closer to the table he looked confused. In all honesty, so were you. How should you feel? You couldn’t remember what happened to you but now you know something did. You felt gross and violated but also fine. You knew it was probably because of shock but you had to ride the wave in order to catch this guy. You could mourn after he was in jail.

“We were able to track down the tape from the rental store. It’s hard to see because of how crowded it was but we can see the moment he stuck you with the drug.”

You watched intently at the screen, furious with yourself for not connecting the pain in your hip with foul play in the moment. You saw a man in a hoodie, jeans, and a baseball cap pull a syringe out of the hoodie pocket. He pulled the cap off of the needle and approached you, swiftly sticking the needle into your thigh, plunging the liquid into your bloodstream. You pounded your fist onto the table. All eyes turned to you. “I was dizzy!” You nearly yelled.

“(Y/N)” Spencer started before you interrupted him.

“I thought it was because of all the people around me. I completely ignored the pain in my hip.” You were so frustrated with yourself you felt tears prick at your eyes. “I should have stopped and made sure I was fine.”

You got up and went to leave the room, needing to be alone. As you opened the door you ran into Garcia, all but crying, she apologized. “Global News was sent a tape. They think it’s our guy, they sent it directly to us.”

You looked at Garcia then Hotch and went back to sit down. “You don’t need to watch this.” Aaron stated.

“I’m not a victim, Hotch, I’m a highly qualified Agent. Let me solve this case.” You said, trying to convince yourself more than the team. He nodded, turning back to the screen.

Your beloved techie pressed a button on the remote and ugly rock music began swimming through your ears. The music triggered a sort of trance in you and suddenly you were there. Clothed in only your panties, the man had his arms wrapped around you as you stood in the middle of a freezing shed. You were still drugged out, but conscious enough to have a vague memory of the event.

With his arms around your waist, your own arms tucked under his, he forced you to sway to the music. Incoherent moans and groans spilled out of your mouth, a few ‘no’s’ barely audible, but still there. You could feel the tears spilling from your blurry eyes. “No.” You whispered, sensing his lips ghost over your ear.

“Dance for me, agent.” The man sang, walking towards the camera. In his hands were your badge and a gun, that you assumed was yours as well. He showed the camera his new toys then looked back at you, who was standing still. “I said dance! If not you won’t be able to watch as your colleagues watch this tape. So, with the room in a fuzzy haze, you began to sway, one hand crossing your stomach and the other tangled in your hair.

On any normal day, you hated dancing when people were watching. You never danced at clubs or parties. You only ever danced with Reid at Rossi’s get together's, that's always what you did. You’d be in each other's arms and sway to the music, talking about anything and everything while the team watched and laughed.

You had no idea how to dance to rock music, let alone under these circumstances. He groaned in a disgustingly sexual way. “‘Atta girl.” He laughed, turning his direction back to the camera. He flaunted your credentials and gun, twirling it around his finger. “Isn’t your girl beautiful? Aaron? Rossi? Derek? Spencer?” He finished with emphasis. You couldn’t see his face but you knew he had a foul smirk.

With every second he spent showing off in front of the camera your mind cleared up. When you felt stable enough you reached for a stray tool, leaning against the wall of the shed. You swung for his head, but missed and a second later he slammed the second syringe into the back of your neck, almost immediately you fell to the ground, your mind was black. “No.” you whispered again, then again and again. Soon you found yourself chanting ‘no’ in a whispered panic.

[kaitymccoy123]

Backwards (p.t. 2)

(I loved this picture too much and thought it matched my story well so I am going to keep it the same for the 4 parts unless I find another one I like better.)

Intro: continuing my story from the other day.  I warned you it was long.  Still 2 more parts to goooooo. 

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2,660

Triggers: eventual attempt at sexual assault (that will be in part 3 or 4), bullying.

Summary:  Reader is a botanist on the Enterprise who is bullied often and has low self esteem, and happens to run into Bones one day and develops a crush instantly (who wouldn’t, really?).  Reader works with Bones to save Spock from an injury from an away-mission.  The bullying gets worse as the story goes on and eventually leads to an attempt at sexual assault.  Reader gets away and doesn’t know who to turn to (maybe a certain friendly yet grumpy space doctor?).

ALSO: This story involves some real science/medicine (ex. Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation is a real thing) and some science/medicine that I kinda made up (ex. Seabaene is not a real thing).  Just go with it.  I think I got the Vulcan anatomy generally correct after a teeny bit of research but just roll with it.  thank. 

ALSO (p.t. 2): I have nothing against botanists I think they are amazing but the character is a little self-conscious about her profession. thank (p.t. 2)

Read Part 1 here: https://kaitysmitty123.tumblr.com/post/155975786442/backwards-pt-1

-Enjoy!-

Back in your room you cleaned off, blood boiling as you continue to hear your colleague’s mocking laughs and hurtful words ringing in your ears. Frustrated tears stream down your cheeks involuntarily.  

You were used to being teased, it was nothing new to you.  You were top of your class at the Academy, but top of your class in botany is much less noble than top of the class in engineering or medicine or command.  You had thought about joining one of the big 3, but engineering was too mechanical and cold, nothing living to be found.  And medicine was too intense, and though you didn't mind the guts and bodily fluids, seeing the medical team running around like they did was not something you wanted.  And command, well, there was no chance for that, as you could barely be heard in a group of 5 people let alone an entire ship and crew.  'Plant Freak' was your most regularly used nickname and you tried to convince yourself that it didn't hurt you, but it did. 

You sniffled and had just shimmied into a clean uniform when you heard an urgent knock at the door.  Your heart stopped and you hoped it wasn't one of the boys from the group looking for revenge.  You wiped the remnants of tears off your cheeks, but didn't have time to make your face any less puffy or red.  

Pressing the button to open the door you saw a crew member that you had never seen before, and she was wearing a crisp white uniform with a medical insignia, so you assumed she was a nurse.  Her alien features lit up when she saw you and began speaking desperately, 

"Lieutenant Y/N?" She asked, her eyes taking you in, puffy face and all. 

"Yes, that’s me." You responded, still confused about why she was here. 

"Dr. McCoy sent me; he needs you in the medbay immediately." She reported, speaking so fast you almost didn't catch what she was saying.  Your heart leaped up into your throat.  Leonard needed you?  You thought.  Was it something about the breakfast you shared this morning? You wondered but were suddenly jerked out of your thoughts as you saw the urgent look on the nurse's face. 

"What does he need?" You asked. 

"He didn't say.  He just said to come and get you and that it was an emergency."  She explained and motioned into the hallway for you to follow. 

"Yes, okay, well let's go." You blurted and followed her as she ran through the hallways to the medbay.  

The medbay looked a lot different than it had this morning.  People were buzzing around everywhere, but there was one room that most people seemed to be rushing in and out of.  

The nurse led you into that room, and you squeezed past the crowding mob of bodies until you saw what the commotion was about.  

1st Officer Spock was lying on one of the beds, a very large gash in his side, which was oozing green-black blood.  But what was really odd was that his skin was almost white, and you could see the veins and arteries traced under his skin, dark green lines spreading across his body.  The monitors were going crazy and you finally saw Leonard, barking orders at basically everyone.  He didn't look like the kind, gentle man you'd met this morning, he looked like what his title entailed, Chief Medical Officer.  Finally his eyes rested on you and he looked relieved as he rushed towards you, his eye contact only breaking to shout some more orders at some more people.  Once he reached you he placed a hand on your shoulder firmly. 

"Thank the stars you are here, Y/N.  I need you to do something for me." His eyes were kind but urgent, sweat glistening off his brow, and his hand on your shoulder shaking slightly.  

"What happened?" You asked quietly, eyes flicking to the prone officer on the bed.  You now suddenly saw Captain Kirk in the room by the window, his whole demeanor setting off a vibe of stress and anxiety, and it looked like he should be in a medical bed too.  His shirt was ripped and stained and he had blood dripping from a cut below his eye but he didn't seem like he noticed as he leaned over Spock, a desperate worrisome look on his face.  

"Kirk and Spock just came back from an away mission and Spock got shot with some weird alien hand-gun-thing that seems to be causing disseminated intravascular coagulation, but he is not responding to the medication."  Leonard explained frantically, almost speaking faster than the nurse had when she had come to your door.  He was about to continue when he saw your brows furrow. 

He sighed and continued, "disseminated intravascular coagulation is..."

"I know what it is, doctor," You interrupted, meeting his desperate eyes, "Spock is forming clots in every one of his blood vessels, cutting off blood supply to just about everything."

"Exactly," he said, removing his hand from your shoulder and looking back to the chaotic room, "I need you to get me some..."

"Seabaene." You finished his sentence for him, "Spock need Seabaene!  I have some in my lab!" 

You jumped up excitedly and Leonard's face lit up. 

"Exactly!  And we need it fast..." But before you heard the rest of his sentence you were running out the door, pushing people out of the way and sprinting down the hallway to your lab. 

You slid into the open doors of your lab and reached the supply room where you kept dried Seabaene, as well as one vial of a salve already prepared.  You grabbed two bags of the dried leaves and the vial and turned, sprinting out of the room and back towards the medbay.  

Adrenaline coursed through your body, your heart hammering in your chest and your hands shaking around the supplies but you made it back to the medbay without stopping, pushing past people again to get back into the room.

Spock looked even worse than he had when you left; the dark green blood vessels had spread and were even more prominent under his deathly white skin.  The monitor that showed his vital signs were going crazy and his heart rate was insanely fast.  

You spotted Leonard, looking both frazzled and focused at the same time, if that was possible.  

"Leonard!" You yelled and his head sprung up from examining Spock and his gaze locked on yours.  

You threw him the vial of salve over Spock and Leonard caught it easily, removing the cap as soon as it was in his hands.  

"That should work; just spread it on his skin, as much as you can." You instructed between breaths, willing your heart to slow down so you could focus.  

The doctor did just that and everyone became silent as they watched the monitors for signs of stabilization, but nothing happened.  Suddenly everyone's eyes were on you.  You froze, locking eyes with Leonard, his face frozen in an expression of intense thought, and you could tell his brain was elsewhere, trying to think of another way to save Spock.  

Captain Kirk broke the silence as he yelled, "Dammit Bones, DO SOMETHING!" 

Your were racking your brain, trying to think of alternatives and why this wasn't working.  You eyed the green blood oozing from his wound. 

"Dammit Jim, I am trying to think!" Leonard yelled back.  

"Well think faster!" Kirk yelled again, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.  

Leonard was about to respond when you realized what the problem was.   "He's Vulcan." You spoke up, your eye moving back and forth as you realized what was wrong. 

"Half-Vulcan, yes." Leonard responded, his head tilting questioningly as he was trying to figure out what you were getting at.  

"Seabaene works as it is absorbed into the skin, but don't Vulcan's have like a moisture-proof layer of epidermis or something?" You suggested, your mind desperately trying to draw from your lessons from the Academy.  

Leonard's eyes lit up and his face broke out of its frustrated glare, "RIGHT!" He yelled, his hands setting the vial down as he moved around the bed towards you. 

"So instead of topically it needs to be, injected directly into his bloodstream." You said.

"Injected directly into his bloodstream."  Leonard said at the same time as you.  

You looked up at him and smiled into his relieved face for a moment before turning and ripping open the bag of Seabaene.  

"Genius." He whispered and grabbed a solution for the both of you to begin preparing the injection.

The two of you worked in sync for a minute, Leonard handing you supplies and you prepared the injection.  

"Doctor! He's crashing!" A nurse yelled, and you heard the monitor screeching like crazy.  

Leonard turned around and surveyed the monitors. 

"How much longer until that solution is ready?" He asked, his voice tense, but not demanding. 

"Just a few more steps." You responded tersely, focusing all your energy on stopping your hands from shaking as you prepared the vial.  

"Well you better work fast." You expected him to be yelling at you, as he did with everyone else, but he spoke kindly, though there was a sense of urgency in his voice.  

"Almost done..." You whispered, finishing up the last few steps as you heard the monitor screech out a loud tone, which you know meant his heart had stopped beating. 

The room exploded into chaos and a crash cart was brought in, Leonard barking orders once more to everyone. 

"Don't shock him!" He yelled; to everyone's, including your, confusion.  

"What the hell, Bones, hasn't his heart stopped?" Kirk's voice sounded strained and pleading. 

"Yes, Jim, but it doesn't matter if we start it again if the blood that would be pumping out of it doesn't go anywhere because of the clots." Leonard explained urgently and suddenly you felt all eyes turn your way again.  

This was all on you.  The Seabaene was what was going to save Spock.  You gulped and quickly stirred the mixture together, pouring it into the hypo chamber.  The only sound in the room was the screeching tone of the monitor telling everyone that Spock's heart was still not beating.  

"Done." You stated as relief flushed through you, turning around and tossing it over to Leonard. 

The room was still tense as Leonard quickly injected the hypo into Spock's neck.  Nothing happened for a second and you felt tears prick your eyes again; you had failed, in front of the Captain, in front of the crew, and in front of Leonard.  You looked down at your shoes in shame. 

But then the screeching stopped and was replaced with a steady beeping.  You looked up at the monitor to see that Spock's vital signs were stabilizing.  The room erupted into cheers and hoots of triumph, and Leonard shook his head in disbelief and rubbed his hands over his face.  Kirk stepped over and patted Leonard on the back, looking especially happy, and they looked at each other in relief and gratefulness that their friend had survived.  Leonard began barking orders at the nurses, telling them to ready the OR for surgery to remove "all this god-damn shrapnel" from Spock's injury.  

You decided your job was done and smiled as you stepped backwards, directly into a firm yellow wall.  It was Captain Kirk.  You hadn't even noticed that he had come around to this side of the bed, and you turned to face him. 

"Sorry, Captain, I didn't mean to run into you like that." You said sheepishly. 

"No need to apologize Lieutenant, you just saved my 1st Officer's life and I couldn't be more grateful." Kirk grinned and gently patted your shoulder.  

"Thank you sir, it was an honour." You responded with a big smile. 

His crystal blue eyes sparkled as he said, "No, thank you, Lieutenant, and if you need anything, just ask, alright?  That's an order." He winked at you, his smile teasing and your heart leapt with pride. 

"Yes, sir." You responded, grinning ear to ear.  

Kirk left you to return to Spock's side and you left the room still smiling like an idiot.  

"Y/N, wait!" You heard a voice call behind you as you were about to leave the medbay.  

You spun around to see Leonard's face just moments before he wrapped his arms around your waist and nearly lifted you off the ground in a big bear hug.   You involuntarily wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, and as you pulled apart he planted a rough kiss on your cheek. 

"You were brilliant back there!" He exclaimed, his smile wide and beautiful, his hands still resting on your hips as if it was instinct to keep them there. 

"Nah, I believe that would have been you." You teased, returning his smile, your hands resting on his forearms gently.  

"Seriously, though, I couldn't have done it without you, darlin'." He gushed. 

"Thanks, Leonard." You replied, and you felt the flame that ignited this morning getting even brighter the longer you stared into his eyes.  

A flash of blue outside the medbay doors caught your eye and you glanced over to see a few of your mean classmates from the incident in the mess hall standing there.  They were all making googly eyes, winking and making obscene gestures at the scene that had just played out in front of them.  

Your heart dropped and your elation at the recent events plummeted.  You pulled away from Leonard's hold on your hips and dropped your hands to your sides.  You looked back up at Leonard to see that he had followed your gaze outside and was now glaring darkly at the group.  They disbanded quickly and went on their way down the hall.  

Leonard looked back at you, but as soon as your eyes met you dropped your gaze to the floor and your arm reached over to grasp your other elbow.  You began to fold inwards on yourself.  

You could tell he wanted to say something and was about to when someone yelled that the OR was ready for Spock.  He hesitated and his hands moved forward as if he was going to touch you again, but another call from across the medbay sounded and he dropped his hands to his sides. 

You finally lifted your eyes to his, his face full of concern and unsaid words, but he pursed his lips and turned and ran back towards the OR.  

You were left standing there feeling empty, willing that sense of pride and elation to return.  You had just saved Spock's life for stars-sake!  The Captain himself thanked you for your valiant effort.  And Leonard had hugged you and kissed you on the cheek.  But a sense of uncertainty made you feel empty, as if the most recent events didn't actually happen.  You could only think of the ridicule and torture you would have to face every time you saw your classmates.  

You decided to return to your quarters and spend the night in; giving yourself the evening off from work because you thought you deserved it.  This day had been a roller coaster of emotions that was foreign to you.  You liked everything to be the same, day after day, and you had gotten into a routine on this beautiful ship.  All the emotions flooded through you now, from happiness at having breakfast with Leonard, to humiliation at lunchtime, to adrenaline and fear as they tried to save Spock's life, to elation at actually saving his life, to just emptiness after it was all over.  

You curled up in your bed, feeling all these things, sleep overtaking you surprisingly quickly.  

-Thanks for reading!  P.t. 3 will be posted tomorrow!  Goodnight! -