#intubated girl

[ipaintyourfetish]

Anesthesia Dreams

The advantage of having a husband who is a good anesthesiologist is the guarantee of sweet dreams during those unexpected surgical procedures.

[feuersturm97]

Some quick drawings of my oc Katie

The first one was an idea if a friend of mine who asked if I could do a surgery drawing with my oc Katie and the second one was just a quick sketch

[m2mproduction]

Trailer out now ⚡️🫀

[cprgiii]

cpr on a sex doll

[aral-production]

Asia is in cardiac arrest. She needs to be resuscitated. Immediately

[anesthesialover-ken]

[404-pulse-not-found]

Everything will be fine love, I’ll take care of your breathing for you 🖤

[feverflushed]

Whumpee is woken up by the feeling of choking and pulling at their throat, and they feel the urge to cough.

A gentle hand squeezes theirs, and a soft voice whispers from their bedside.

"It's okay darling, surgery went well. You'll probably feel a bit hot for a while, you spiked a bit of a fever there..."

Whumpee looks around, confused. The gentle voice continues.

"Do you know where you are? We had to take you to emergency surgery, but you'll be okay."

Whumpee immediately realizes, and their surgical pain, exhaustion, fever and loneliness catches up to them. They start hyperventilating, and sobbing. They just can't stop the tears.

"It's okay dear, you'll be okay, try to breathe regularly." The gentle nurse squeezes their hand again.

"We're taking you back to your room now, so you can sleep off the anesthetic, alright? You did so well."

[recessfanh]

set up studio

I’m thinking about setting up a studio to create some resuscitation and medical videos and content in the uk is there any one who is in the uk who would like to be a model/patient please DM me may be able to sort out payment

[ipaintyourfetish]

The Lost Battle

Celine didn't have time to learn that a broken heart can bring down the healthiest of people.

Time of death: 4:36am

[feuersturm97]

I did now three versions of this drawing from my oc Katie. The one version with the defib was a suggestion

I had definitely fun drawing these three pictures

[prolifeproliberty]

Doctors Can Now Save Very Premature Babies. Most Hospitals Don’t Try.

From the Wall Street Journal

After her water broke early, doctors told Fatima Goines to prepare for her newborn’s death.

Goines was 22 weeks into her pregnancy, just past the halfway mark. Doctors at Methodist Hospital in suburban Minneapolis said they couldn’t save such a premature baby and that no hospital could. They told her that once the baby girl was born, Goines could hold her until the infant died.

Goines didn’t want to give up. She checked herself out of Methodist Hospital and, on the recommendation of a fellow mom on Facebook, went to a birthing center connected to Children’s Minnesota hospital, 7 miles away from Methodist. After Goines gave birth, doctors there immediately intubated the baby to help her breathe and placed her in an incubator.

Me’Lonii is now a healthy 4-year-old, and has surpassed all the developmental milestones for her age. “She’s doing wonderfully well,” said Dr. Thomas George, who directs the Children’s Minnesota neonatal intensive care unit.

How many babies have died because doctors don’t try?

If you or someone you know is pregnant and likely to give birth prematurely, check the policies of your local hospitals. This map, compiled by the parents of 21-22 week babies that survived, can give you a starting point with hospitals that have been willing to save these tiny babies.

[beardedmrbean]

South Carolina middle school bullies who pushed a 12-year-old girl to hang herself visited her later at the ICU and took photos of the victim to mock her on social media, according to a new lawsuit.

Kelaia Turner, now 14, suffered more than a year of physical and verbal abuse at the hands of five peers at the Dr. Phinnize J. Fisher Middle School in Greenville, her heartbroken family wrote in a lawsuit against the district and nine faculty members who were accused of negligence.

Seeing suicide as her only way out, Kelaia hanged herself in 2023 and was dead for 8 minutes before paramedics could revive her, with Kelaia suffering severe brain damage and remaining in a coma for weeks.

While Kelaia was in the coma, one of the bullies made their way inside the ICU and snapped photos of the intubated girl, posting the pictures on social media and spreading rumors about her injuries, the lawsuit says.

Ty Turner, Kelaia’s mother, said she wants justice and is targeting the district for allegedly failing her daughter and allowing the bullying to go unrestrained for a year and a half.

“They used to teach us, ‘Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me,’ “ the mom told WFY44. “Unfortunately, words do hurt.”

The lawsuit claims the bullying started in 2021 when Kelaia began wearing her natural hair to school, with students calling her “roach” and saying she looked “like a man.”

Kelaia’s teacher, Olivia Bennett, allegedly joined in on the mockery and would acknowledge the victim when the bullies would ask her, “Where’s the roach?”

Along with regularly insulting Kelaia and pushing her, one of the bullies verbally assaulted her when they found out her parents spoke to school officials about the torment and planned to move her to another class.

Things only escalated in 2022 when Kelaia got into a fight with one of the bullies, with school officials opting to suspend her but not her tormentor, according to the lawsuit.

On May 23, 2022, Kelaia’s parents said, students targeted their daughter by playing an offensive YouTube video called “The Black People Song,” which teacher John Teer allegedly allowed to be played aloud without reprimand over the video’s racist nature.

Later that year, the bullies went on to pour water on Kelaia’s clothes and then threw them in the trash, the lawsuit states.

Through all this, the stricken child’s parents allege that the district failed to take any meaningful action to stop the torment, with Kelaia opting to hang herself with a belt in her bedroom on March 17, 2023.

“She was cool to the touch, blood was coming out of her nose,” her mother recalled of her daughter’s limp body afterward. “She had fully committed to what it was that she was attempting to do, and she was gone for 8 whole minutes.”

Kelaia ended up suffering severe brain damage and has been left with no control over her body.

The lawsuit, which was filed in November, seeks damages from the district and faculty members to cover Kelaia’s medical bills, psychiatric expenses, special education, parents’ lost wages while taking care of her, life care expenses, disability care, injury to her psyche and emotional state and loss of enjoyment of life.

Greenville County Schools has denied the allegations and claims its staff takes the appropriate steps when dealing with bullying incidents.

“We disagree with these allegations and have conducted a thorough investigation and review of each allegation at the time they were made,” the district said in a statement.

“While we do not agree with the allegations, our hearts go out to Kelaia Tecora Turner, her mother, and their family,” officials added.

As of Tuesday morning, a GoFundMe to help support Kelaia raised more than $15,000.

[beep-beep-imma-sheep]

"The entire country without electricity, hospitals collapsing, and they're like this. We're not to be demoralized nor weakened, 25 years are already enough".

This is El Cuartel de la Montaña. There's where Chávez rests are. During the entire blackout, that, for me, was 19 hours long, that place had electricity.

El Helicoide, the largest torture centre in LATAM also had electricity.

"A patient in the Noriega Trigo hospital in San Francisco just died. She was intubated and glued to a respirator.

The hospital doesn't have a power plant, nor UPS for the devices. They tried to resurrect her with CPR and nothing".

friend since 4 in the morning without electricity. The light came on about an hour ago with a lot of force and burned down a small refrigerator that we have with my mom and sister's insulin. This is a disaster. We went out to buy ice as best we could and the neighbor lent us some Colman coolers to store them in because the heat here is very intense. God willing, we'll get away from these people. Thank you. Anonymous. Please.

In Lecheria, girl.

Maria Corina is very badass, she flew with her rocket and left us all without electricity EXCEPT Chavez, Helicoide and Miraflores... it's incredible that they are even incoherent when it comes to lying.

— Without showing evidence, Freddy Ñáñez blamed María Corina Machado and Edmundo González for the national blackout: "People like that cannot be considered Venezuelans" "FREDDY ÑÁÑEZ BLAMES MARIA CORINA AND EDMUNDO FOR THE NATIONAL BLACKOUT"

Do you still believe that everything that has happened in Venezuela (electrical failures, shortages) in these last 25 years is the fault of others? No, gentlemen, it is a system of psychological conditioning to exhaust every Venezuelan.

— Hospitals, nursing homes, schools, homes... WITHOUT LIGHT The Helicoid TORTURE WITH ELECTRICITY What is this called? STATE TERRORISM

And this happened already.

Additionally:

Two former Colombian soldiers, Alexander Ante and José Aron Medina Aranda, were detained in Venezuela during a stopover while returning from fighting in Ukraine. Following their arrest in Caracas, both were extradited to Russia, where they now face charges of having fought against Russian forces as mercenaries. A Moscow court has ordered their provisional detention, which could lead to a sentence of up to 15 years in prison. The family, who had been waiting for their return in Colombia, were devastated to discover that they had been sent to Russia without warning.

@lasttarrasque

@tren-trenvilu

@punishedsaints

@fuckyeahmarxismleninism

@prensabolivariana

@thegreenbisamurai

This is what y'all supporting 🫵

—.

Everyone else, feel free to tag any other chavista/ tankie/ communist / leftie who is speaking about Venezuela when they know nothing about us or out history.

Disclaimer: those terms do not apply to any Usamerican / foreigner who is actually being respectful, I'm only refering to the ones that defend a dictatorship who lets people die while they keep the power to themselves.

[anesthint]

Trying something different

"I have been waiting for this moment since I was a teenager", I tell myself. Finally as an adult I can get the work that I've always wanted done. The nurse tells me to take deep breaths, as it is only oxygen going into my lungs. Underneath my gown, I am naked, and by this point, I trust what the nurse tells me.

I am told that the nitrous has been turned on. The combination of the nitrous and the propofol has me feeling tingly. At this point I can hardly wait to wake up from my procedure. All I can think about are my pre-op appointments, "450cc silicone high profile implants under the muscle", I keep repeating to myself. So long I have waited to get the perfect breasts I have wanted.

The nurse removes the mask from my face. At this point I feel the Propofol starting to really kick in. I feel almost euphoric, I can barely contain my excitement to finally have the breasts of my dreams.

The nurse lifts my head as I'm talking to the doctors, "I'm trusting you guys with my naked body!" I tell them. They've see bodies like mine hundreds of times, but as innocent as I am, it gives me a little excitement that they get to see me while I'm most vulnerable.

The nurse tells me to open my mouth. At this point the anesthesia has fully taken over. I can no longer breathe on my own as the LMA is guided down my throat. The last thing I hear while I'm being intubated is the nurse telling me "Good girl, you have nothing to worry about. Once you wake up you'll be a brand new woman."

As I drift into my nap I can feel myself being attached to the ventilator. It's almost peaceful feeling the machine breathe for me. I feel my surgery gown being pulled off of me and my chest being exposed to the cold operating room air. "Finally, my new breasts" I think to myself as I slip into the oblivion.

[lyjen]

Voices In My Head

Summary: When Evan brings out two female victims, when they start hitting on him, he reveals his girlfriend. They start to talk about her, and to insult her. When (Y/n) overhears those girls and lets the words get to her, she starts to distance herself from her boyfriend and keeps a secret. But what happens to their relationship when Evan discovers her secret and confronts her?

‼️ Trigger Warning ‼️: This story contains themes of body image issues, self-esteem struggles, verbal harassment, and disordered eating behaviors, including self-induced vomiting. If these topics are sensitive or triggering for you, please read with caution or consider skipping this content.

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Taglist: ( @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

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Electric noise was sounding through Evan’s radio as he heard a familiar voice. “Buck, what’s your ETA? I need someone to escort two female victims out.” Bobby’s voice called over the radio.

Evan was doing a sweep over the same floor as Bobby and other firefighters from another station who were called in. Evan’s hand reached down his radio as he pressed the button to speak. “Just behind you. On my way cap!” he said as he let go of the button and made his way down the hall where Bobby was, crouched down next to two victims.

Bobby waved him down, he could hear his captain ask if the two could stand up and pointed to Evan with probably the message to the females to go with him.

“This way!” Evan said as loud as he could so the two women could hear him through his mask. The two young ladies were coughing on his right side as he tried to escort the two of them outside. It was a short walk to the exit of the building, but he had to stick with them until they reached triage.

As Evan’s face reaches the sunny Los Angeles sky again through the plastic oxygen mask, he quickly rips off his mask to not waste any more oxygen out of his tank.

He reaches out his arm behind the backs of the two women to guide them into the right direction to one of the triage tents. He tries to control his rapid breaths as he tells the women to sit down on the ground underneath the tent. “Okay you can both sit down here..” he says as his brain was still trying to figure out where the paramedics were.

There was chaos in the parking lot where the triage was. The five level high apartment building where Evan just walked out was going up in flames. There were a lot of people with smoke inhalation and burns who were being evacuated from the building.

Evan looked for the paramedics from his team, his eyes were searching the parking lot as his eyes fell onto his girlfriend who was treating a patient in the red tent.

“I need to intubate!” she called out as someone from the other team who was called in passed her an intubation tray and a tube. A groan fell off her lips as she tried to get the tube in the victim's throat.

“The airway is too burned, I can’t get it in! I need a smaller tube!” she commanded as she held out the other tube, which got switched with a smaller one within a second of time.

The laryngoscope was in the patient’s mouth as she slid the smaller tube into the airway of the victim. She quickly got rid of the laryngoscope as someone took it off her hands and connected the bag of air with the tube and passed it onto the paramedic who was helping her.

She plugged the stethoscope into her ears so she could hear if she did her job correctly. (Y/n) placed the metal piece against the chest of the man, and as soon as she could hear his lungs work correctly she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

He could look at her for hours, and hours and not get tired of her.. Just her, doing the thing she loved the most. Helping people, saving their lives and being a paramedic.

A loud and long cough brought him back to reality as his mind wandered off for just a second, even though it felt like minutes, of only him gawking at his girl.

His eyes fall onto a few oxygen tanks with small masks that fall over the nose and mouth, next to one of the parked ambulances. He quickly grabs two of the oxygen tanks for the two victims he brought outside, and places one bottle next to each one of them.

He crouched down in front of the first woman as he placed the mask onto her mouth and nose and gently let go of the elastic rubber band that went around her head. Evan wasn’t a paramedic but he knew the basic needs. He did the same with the second woman, but when he wanted to stand up to get some gauze out of the medic bag a few feet further, a hand grabbed his wrist.

Evan looked over his shoulder as his eyes fell onto the second woman he helped. With one hand placed onto her oxygen mask, and her other wrapped around his wrist she coughed. “Thank you so much for doing this.” She breathed heavily, recovering from the hard and loud cough.

A small smile spread across his face ”Just doing my job” he simply answered her as he retrieved his arm again when the hand of the woman loosened from his wrist. And he reached out to the medic bag to fish out some gloves and gauze.

“Oh I’m thanking god for hot firefighters” the other woman on the left said as she looked up to the sky. “Speaking of thanking people. How can we ever repay you?” she second woman asked Buck as he kneeled in front of her to take care of the small burn wound that was starting to appear onto her hand.

Evan didn’t think much of it, he was doing his job. He didn’t need some kind of gift or anything. This is what he did for a living.

“Ooh!! What about, you give me your number and we could get a drink” the first woman said again as she reached for her phone in her pocket to give it to him. “Or maybe dinner?” her friend said as her eyes wandered back to Evan.

“Woah, ladies.. ladies!” He stops them from brainstorming any more ideas and helps them get out of their dreams. “I’m flattered, I really am.. But I happen to have a girlfriend” he said as he wrapped the gauze bandage around the woman’s arm.

“Really? Who is it?” the girl on the left asked a little too directly. Evan shook his head at her reaction, seriously? They really want to know everything about him. “She’s also a firefighter actually.” he just says, hoping it would hush them. “Is it that one?” her voice asked again as she pointed out to someone of the 133 who were also on the scene.

Evan looked over his shoulder as he followed her finger, and he shook his head. “Oh come on, give us a hint!” the one he was treating whined. He grinned at her reaction, they were too curious. “Actually, she’s right over there” Evan says as he beckons his head in the direction of (Y/n) who’s treating a patient across the parking lot.

Evan grabbed a small piece of tape as he secured the bandages ending so it wouldn’t fall off. He could hear a scoff fall from the other girl's mouth. “You’ve got to be kidding me” she said, “Geez, what is a man like you, doing with a girl like that?” her voice continued as Evan took off his gloves and pressed it into a small ball.

(Y/n) could feel eyes burning into her skull as she was preparing an IV to bring it in her patient hand. “She looks like a pig” she could hear a loud woman’s voice say as she placed the elastic band around the patient's arm to reveal an artery.

Her eyes wandered down the parking lot, spotting the two women saying those terrible things to her own boyfriend. Those girls were talking about her. She knew. It was not the first time this happened. She acts like it doesn’t get to her. But deep down, it stung. Words like that sting deeper than physical wounds. “I think she might explode any second” another voice spoke as (Y/n) shook her head, trying to get rid of the voices. She had to finish putting the IV in, when she found an artery and let the needle slide in and placed a sticker on it so it wouldn’t move anymore.

Just after the two insults, Evan quickly glanced over his shoulder. These two women were talking loudly. Probably loud enough to reach the end of the parking lot, which clearly did. He could see (Y/n) getting uncomfortable, her body language is telling him more than enough.

He could see her waving over another paramedic, and she shook her head while she peeled off her gloves which she threw to the ground. This clearly wasn’t a “I couldn’t save him” case, nobody had died and she would act differently if she couldn’t save a patient.

A sigh fell off his lips as he could see her placing the palm of her hand against her forehead and walked out of Evan’s sight.

The voices of the woman who were making fun of his girlfriend were still making inappropriate jokes and comments, but as soon as they couldn’t find her anymore they started laughing. “Aw, she left..” one of the girls said. Evan was done with these two women, so he left their sides. Normally he wouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t handle these two any longer, not after the comments they made.

Just as he took a few steps to follow (Y/n), his name came through the radio again. “Buck, I need your help here!” Eddie’s voice spoke. He stopped in his tracks and a sigh fell off his lips. “Yeah. Copy that.” He wanted to run after her so bad.

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(Y/n) clicks on the button to unbuckle her seatbelt as the ambulance pulls to a stop and Hen puts on the handbrake. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been quiet on this ride.” Hen said as she turned towards the passenger seat where (Y/n) was in.

Was it really that obvious? The words that stung, kept floating around in the back of her mind and they wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard she tried to think about something else, the words would come back.

“Yeah I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” (Y/n) answers Hen, as she sends her a small smile. She slowly guides her seatbelt to the side of the rig. Hen gave her a look that said “I don’t know” and shrugged her shoulders.

(Y/n) places her hand onto the handle of the door to open it. She wanted to flee away before Hen would ask her any more questions. She didn’t want to break down in front of her. She couldn’t let those words get to her. She was much stronger than that.

But before she could open the door, Hen’s hand connected with her upper arm. “You know I’m here for you, right?” Hen’s concerned voice asked. (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder as she just simply nodded. “I know, Thanks.” she said softly and short and continued opening the passenger door.

She swung her legs out the door and stepped outside. She softly pushed the passenger door closed as she could hear the ladder truck and the engine pressing the brake and come to a stop because of the loud beep.

(Y/n) kept her face down as she made a beeline towards the locker room. But just as she thought she had successfully avoided her boyfriend by not looking at him, she felt a firm hand curled around her forearm.

Her body flinched at the sudden touch, and out of reflex she yanked her arm up, ready to defend herself. Until she turned 180 degrees and she recognised that familiar shape.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me!” Evan’s voice said as he quickly let go of her arm, he held up his hands as a sign to prove he was innocent and didn’t want to hurt her.

She let out a sigh as her mind came back to reality and she realized her boyfriend was grabbing her arm.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you? I’ve called out your name like three times ten seconds ago?” Evan’s voice sounded concerned. He let his hands grab the bretels of his turn out pants as he waited for his girlfriend to come with some kind of response.

“I zoned out for a second, I guess” she said as she looked down to the floor. She didn’t want to make too much eye contact. He would see right through her lies, if she looked at him too long.

A silence fell, just for a few seconds, and (Y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line as she gave him a silent nod. She wanted to turn away from Evan and to resume her way towards the locker room. But just as she took one step towards her destination, Evan’s voice rang through her ears again.

“Hey, is everything alright?” His soft voice asked. When the first two words fell off his lips she stopped once again in her tracks as a painful expression was appearing on her face.

As soon as she got rid of the painful expression she turned her body around again so she was facing him. “Yeah what do you mean? That call went well right?” she said as she placed her hands into her pockets. She leaned her weight to her heels and back to her toes. That’s what she did if she was anxious.

He shook his head. “You know I'm not talking about the call..” Evan said as he took another step forward, closing the distance between them. He looked her straight in the eye, at least that is what he tried. Because before they could even reach the one second of their eyes being connected, (Y/n) quickly looked into another direction.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said as she felt her feet leaning onto her heels and back to her toes, practically rocking back and forth. Her eyes wandered down to Evan’s chest. Anywhere but his eyes or in the range of his face was good to look at now.

She slipped her hands back out of her pockets as she finally managed her feet to stop showing her anxiety. But instead she starts to pick the skin around her nails. “(Y/n)...” Evan said with a sigh as he noticed her little anxious habits.

“What? I told you, I’m fine.” She said with an annoyed tone. She was annoyed with him, not because he and his questions were getting exhausting, but the fact that he was right. There was something going on: the words and voices running in the back of her mind, taking over the control of her own thoughts. But this wasn’t something he could help with, she had to fix this one on her own.

“When you answer like that, you make it seem like there is something bothering you.” He said. He knew that she wasn’t just going to expose herself like that. And if she needed help, she wasn’t going to ask for it. She wanted to fix this on her own. She always did. “Well. There is not. I’m fine, okay? How many times do you want me to tell you?” She snapped, and with those words, she walked away from her boyfriend.

He wanted to follow her so badly, but he had pushed her enough for now. Maybe she would come back to him and reveal what was going on.

(Y/n) storms into the bathroom as she angrily pressed the palms of her hands down onto the counter with the sink right in front of her. Faced down she looked into the white reflection of the sink. She tries to calm herself down as she looks down. But as soon as she sees her own shape down in the reflection, she can hear those voices again and again.

A tear dropped directly from her eye down into the empty sink as she was drowning in her own thoughts. Why was this so hard for her to get rid of? She couldn’t, just like a few weeks ago. Somehow, she started to believe those words. She squeezed her eyes closed as she pushed herself to look in the mirror.

She looked at herself, but her eyes wandered quickly enough to the toilet stalls behind her.

A few weeks ago, she started with making herself throw up, as an attempt to lose weight. She didn’t want to do it, she really didn’t. But ever since the first time she made herself throw up, she couldn’t stop.

It was like an addiction.

It was extremely exhausting. It made her head spin on shift sometimes. But all the times her head would spin, she would pull through. She just squeezed her eyes a few times and her vision would be back.

She turned her back towards the sink, and pushed herself off the sink and to one of the stalls. She wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks and opened one of the stall doors. (Y/n) steps inside the stall and she locks the stall and after she does that, she turns around and lets herself fall down to her knees.

Maybe this really wasn’t the right choice.

But hanging above the toilet gave her the urge to do the thing she despised the most. But this was the only thing she could think about.

“She looks like a pig”

“She needs to eat some more salads”

“I'm refusing care if she’s going to assist me.”

With her eyes focussed onto the toilet water, she takes a deep breath. And she slides her right index finger into her mouth and reaches as far as she could get.

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Evan opens the door to his apartment and quickly flicks the light on with his finger. He closes the door behind him as he throws his car keys on the table and slides his duffle bag off his shoulder and down to the ground.

He was sensing if (Y/n) was home, but when he heard a loud cough coming out of the bathroom, he knew enough. “Hey! You’re not going to believe what happened on shift” Evan called out, just to let his girlfriend know he was home.

His eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t get a response from her.

“(Y/n)?” he asks as he waits for a few counts to give her the opportunity to respond. But his gut feeling was becoming anxious as he didn’t receive a response from her.

Tears were in her eyes as she pushed her finger in her throat once more.

No matter how often she would make herself throw up, those voices wouldn’t disappear. The tears were stinging her eyes, but no more fluids would leave her body.

She retrieved her right index finger from her throat, as she let her arms hang over the toilet seat she was holding with her left hand a few seconds ago. She let her head bungle in between her arms above the toilet as she coughed and spit out the last substances.

“What the hell are you doing?” A male voice spoke as soon as she felt the muscles in her stomach tense to empty her stomach.

“shit” she mumbled to herself without making any sound, as she slowly let her head get back up and she let her eyes wander down to the door opening where her boyfriend was standing.

(Y/n) didn’t expect Evan to get home already. She must have mistaken the time. How was she going to explain this? She had to think quickly of something.

“I think I may have.. eaten something rotten.” she stumbled as she let out another small cough.

Buck didn't say a thing as he lightly shook his head and looked his girl once more in her eyes. He was going to find out right now what was going on. He didn’t care if this was going to resolve into an argument or into a fight. He had to know what was going on with his girl, and why she has been acting so weird lately.

He slowly took some steps forward, until he was in range of her. He looked down and crouched down next to her. Evan took some time to look his girl up and down, and as his eyes wandered back to her eyes.

His eyes softened, as he held out his hand. “Come on” his voice said softly as he waited for (Y/n) to accept his hand.

(Y/n) sat there, staring at him like she saw water burning. Why did he completely ignore her answer of what she was doing? This wasn’t like him.

She hesitated, he could see it in her eyes and the way she waited a few counts to lay her hand into his. He raised his eyebrows, as a silent “are you coming?” But when he feels her trembling hand placed down onto his skin, he was sure he could feel his heart beat out of his chest.

He could sense all this time that something was wrong. And now it was time to confront her.

He helped her get up, and onto her feet, he led her through the exit of the bathroom and towards the dinner table. With his free hand he pulled out a chair and made a gesture towards her to sit down. Without saying anything, he walked into the kitchen and opened one of the upper cabinets.

Evan grabbed a glass and turned to the refrigerator and grabbed a full can of water. He poured the glass full with water and returned the can, and swiftly grasped the glass of water which he set down with a loud tick.

With a quick move he stole another chair from the dinner table, and he placed it right in front of her so there wasn’t a table between them. He let his back rest against the wooden chair and placed the elbow of his right arm down onto the table. The fingers of his right hand were anxiously tracing over his chin and lips. “Drink.” Is the only thing he could bare to say right now.

With a trembling hand she reached out for the glass and moved the glass towards her lips and took some sips.

He has waited long enough. When she places the glass onto the wooden table again, he just casually throws the question on the table. “How long have you been doing this?” he said as he leaned with his chin down onto the thumb of his right arm and his index finger just above his upper lip.

“What? Where are you talking about?” she asks, trying to pretend like she doesn’t know what he means.

“Oh come on. You’ve been acting weird for weeks. And every time when I ask you if something is bothering you, you say you’re fine. But I know you better than that.” He states.

The nail of her index finger starts to scratch around the nail of her thumb, searching for broken or dead skin to pick. She doesn’t want to look at him. She can feel the tears stinging in her eyes again, as if he knew what button to press. She swallowed.

“We’re not leaving this chair, this room or the house until you tell me what is going on. Because, I’m sick and tired of seeing you like this and pretending like nothing is going on. So.. spill.” Evan’s voice starts to tremble.

She just looked down to the floor, and continued to pick her skin on her fingers. She let her tongue wetting her dried out lips, a neutral taste took over her mouth as she bit her lip to suppress the feeling of crying.

Her breathing became shaky “I’m hearing those voices in my head..” she mumbled and stumbled with a trembling breath. Her eyes still locked onto the floor, avoiding any kind of contact with her boyfriend.

He wanted to jump in on her reaction, but gave her some space to tell her story. “And.. I can’t stop them from talking, because.. I actually started to think they were right.” she sniffled as she wiped away the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Oh.. the way he wants to pull her in, and tell her everything is going to be okay.

“You deserve someone who makes you happy, someone who makes you laugh when you’re crying and someone you can hold completely. Not someone who is ten sizes bigger than your average supermodel.” she says through her waterfall of tears.

Evan slides off his chair and crouches down at her knees, trying to break her focus on the floor. He placed his hands down onto her knees. “Hey, hey, hey! Why would you say that? That’s not what I want.” his voice sounded concerned.

She stayed silent as she tried to wipe her tears away. Evan kept his gaze onto his girl. “Look at me. How could someone like you love someone like me.” she sobbed through her tears.

“Hey..” he says as he places his left hand onto her cheek to try and calm her down. “I don’t need or want some barbie doll, a supermodel or someone with a figure like a skewer. I want you.” he continues.

Her eyes wandered back towards his. “I fell for you.. the way you make me laugh, the way your nose crunches when you smile.. everything about you is just.. perfect.” he spoke. She wildly shook her head. “You can’t love someone like me Buck!” She refuses to accept the fact that her boyfriend is deeply in love with her.

“Maybe you don’t think I can.. but the truth is.. I do.” with every word his voice became closer to a whisper.

He let his hand wander down from her cheek down to her chin, he could feel her breathing become more heavily, even though she just turned her head away from him. His thumb traced along her skin, from her chin to her jawline and down to her neck.

“Buck..” she panted as she felt goosebumps spreading over her entire body.

When he reaches her shoulders, he smoothly traces his fingers over her skin. Putting a lost strand of hair behind her ear and over her shoulder. “We.. shouldn’t be doing this.” she continued.

“I believe I should.” he whispered back. Making the goosebumps spread even further to places she didn’t know they could.

He pressed his warm lips onto her exposed neck, and made his way down to her collarbone. “Evan. Stop.” she groaned as she grabbed his arm and panted. But he didn’t care, he didn't want to stop. He had to show her how much he loved her.

He let his fingers wander down her belly, her most insecure spot of her entire body. But when he found the stretch marks which were spread over her abdomen and the lower part of her body, he let his fingers lightly trace down and placed multiple kisses down her belly.

“Bu-“ she stumbled as Evan went lower and lower. And the belly was already such a sensitive spot. Another groan fell off her lips as he grabbed with her left hand his shoulder to keep herself steady. Her right hand was on the back of his head, pulling the strands of his hair.

He loved her.

All of her.

The things she would say the worst things about were the things he loved the most about her.