#is back pain a symptom of corona

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I have also realized that last time I was having bone pain and seemed to be dealing with high blood calcium, taking magnesium really helped. It would also lower my blood pressure [one main risk for kidney damage when they slow down is your blood pressure getting too high]. So long as I don't over-do it, starting to take some magnesium again will help with both blood pressure and with getting extra calcium and phosphorus out of my blood so it stops fucking with my bones, and will help prevent me from developing cardiac spasms this time.

All of this really was way worse 5 years ago, and I recovered. I recovered while not even realizing I should be avoiding phosphorus or sugar... And eating mostly oreos and pork to avoid letting my blood calcium spike [because it was causing heart attacks, see I am not even having daily heart attacks! I wish that was a joke].

And I think the only reason why the problem came back is because I had coca cola every day for like 4 months [in pursuit of atp] and then started a daily multivitamin... And then had loratadine twice daily for 1-2 weeks because of that autoimmune attack -and- stacked aspirin and avdil and another antihistamine on top of it. I think if I just do not do that, I should be okay. The autoimmune attack has calmed the fuck down now anyway.

I think so long as I do a recovery plan and do not drink coca cola daily or have a daily multivitamin anymore, I'll be okay, it's just going to take time to recover and that's very annoying because my hands/arms really fucking hurt, and painkillers might make the problem worse and aren't helping very much anyway.

And to be clear the only reason I am not already at the hospital or clinic asking for tests now, is because I have been through this before and it has been -proven- they will go out of their way not to help me until my symptoms are so far past that all anyone can do is speculate on what the problem was and if I had "really stopped peeing for over a week" or was "really" having what perfectly describes cardiac spasms including my blood pressure suddenly tripling. All it'll do is run my body down and expose me to the sun and corona which is probably part of what triggered this to begin with. I -also- wish doctors would do their jobs and take me seriously so it was actually of use for me to go to a doctor about this... But also my doctor just gave me the worst kind of 'doctor breaking up with you' phone call and I haven't tracked down a local clinic yet that isn't part of their doctor clique.

I am asking you not to worry. And I am doing it in good faith that I really will be fine.

I was so so so so so much closer to dying of this 5 years ago and no one helped me then either, in fact my roommates were consistently bringing corona home, caused a black mold problem in my room and kept letting the c0 from the dryer exhaust flood the basement where I lived... And that's not happening this time either! So don't worry too much. My kidneys and liver seem to do the same thing as my thyroid gland [bounce back so they can threaten to fall under attack all over again sometime later].

They gave my thyroid 5 months to live 10-15 ish years ago, and it's like, fine actually, I just have to manually manage my iodine intake because it's my immune system's favourite chew toy. The problem with my thyroid is literally that it just keeps healing instead of dying so I am -stuck- in the hyperthyroid initial phase of thyroiditis... Indefinitely [hence having hashimoto's that somehow acts like graves disease and halfway tests that way because my thyroid levels are high as shit instead of low]. My immune system attacks my organs and tissues and then if I can give them what they need and calm down the attack, they heal. I have no choice in this and I have never had a doctor who actually knew the full scope of what they were looking at anyway. My body just chews on itself for fun and I can't stop any of it.

I am going to be whiny about it. This is me being whiny about it.

I am used to bounding back from everything withing like 3 days unless it's an ongoing autoimmune problem... The last time this took MONTHS to feel significantly better and like a year+ to fully stop having heart problems. Again, it was way worse last time and I had way less idea what was happening, but I don't want to deal with this for the next 3-6 months and that's making me feel more whiny about the whole thing. Like your hand hurting is one thing, but knowing it's going to keep hurting like that for half a year? Instantly exhausting. Migraines suck, but knowing you have had them last 1-3 months without stopping and that advil won't save you? ahahahahahahaha

But I'll find a way to cope. I'll probably just get slightly weird about something online. But in my defense when I was dying of organ failure last time, and was exposed to c0 and black mold at the same time, no one accused me of those things, so I have to imagine I somehow managed to not be *that* weird.

And if I don't get better and my kidneys keep getting worse I will go to a clinic and demand they test my kidney function like a broken record until someone does, and if I am far gone enough to actually need treatment, they will have a very hard time denying me treatment. I will involve lawyers if I have to. I will talk to whatever bodies of authority can do anything to a doctor at all and I will make myself the biggest pain in the ass. My doctor already "patient fired" me, so if I think my life is actually on the line they will find out how much MORE annoying I can chose to be. I prommy <3

The only reason I am not doing that now is that the problem isn't far gone enough that it'll help me more than hurt me.

The only downside is that one of the best ways to decrease blood calcium and phosphorus is to make your urine more acidic... But I already have gout, so there's some kind of balancing act I need to figure out here and a question of how many beets I should actually be eating and which pain/problem is worse or more pressing. There's a chance that if I ignore my liver entirely for now and strip all excess purines etc from my diet I can keep a few key things incorporated and not make either problem any worse. And at least all information I can find all confirms green tea will help every problem I have without hurting any of them, and I have this whole fucking collection I couldn't drink before because it make me pee 50 times a day.

Worse case scenario I deal with gout for way longer to get the extra phosphorus out of my blood so the calcium bone pain thing stops being a problem and then address the gout.

And complain about it T~T I want steak and cokey cola.

[fastwalker]

I want my pre corona infection period symptoms back. Really looking forward to writing an exam in an hour while 1) light headed (srsly I feel like I'm fucking drunk) 2) have a massive headache 3) feel nauseous 4) have back and stomach pain 5) feel painfully bloated

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White cloth decorated her body, gold, amber, and ruby rings blended like a corona at her sleeves and waist. The brilliant pale skin of her face only serving to draw my eyes to her iris', an image of what something with perfect sight would see when peering at a star. The colors shifting without change around the black dot deep within.

My head remained heavy, shifting just slightly to get a better view of her. The impossibility of her appearance something my senses tried to understand, what was she? Knees placed just beside my stomach, I caught a miniscule glimpse of her expression as she lifted me. Even through my fur her touch felt warm, or an abstract idea of warmth rather. Painfully hot to comfortably warm all at once.

I could only stare, unable to hold my eyes closed. My body didn't hurt in the normal sense, more so the lack of feeling at all causing my mind to try to reply with pain. I couldn't feel her touch itself.

My only sense of where she held me was the shape I was in. My nose close to her chin, resting on her chest, arm around my shoulders, hand on my jaw. My tail touching my neck, my spine curved downward, her arm around my lower back, her hand on my side.

Her expression was of what I could only think of as concern, hesitant concern. Like she thought about putting me back down and leaving back to where ever she came from.

My positioning eventually shifted, my eyes falling closed. Without my sight, I returned to the feeling-less pain. My body far too close to death to have a sense of time, my hearing long since faded to a dull tone, my brain unable to perceive feeling, my breaths reliant on the moving of the air removing my ability to smell, my mouth dry as sand. I had no idea how long I remained in the position, I had only a basic sense of how long I was in the state total. Between two days and two weeks. Longer I would be dead from starvation, shorter I knew I was dying from dehydration. Where I would fall, utterly unknown to me.

Nor did I care. I moved as far from water as I could while I could still move, purely walking until I couldn't. I saw the sun rise twice, but I couldn't remember any more. I didn't even know who she was yet I knew she cared to some degree, like she knew I had done this to myself. Like she knew I gave up.

The needle within my arm something I knew she had done. The dark logs that made up the cabin littered with flowers, herbs, and even dryed jerky hung on a string. I could try to move but without help I wasn't going anywhere, my muscles barely remaining, my skin filled with the sensation of sand or needles under the surface.

She was nowheres to be found. I returned to my normal and slept. Properly slept, thanks to the exhaustion. Each time I woke and she wasn't there I tried to sleep and eventually did again. Little attempts to move beyond pulling my tail back onto the surface or changing the curl of my paw.

I assume it was disappointment on her face when she finally was there to watch me return to sleeping, though she didn't try to keep me awake or get me to move. Even after days had passed, she made no attempt to make me move. Not until the same symptoms returned. Knowing she couldn't force me to eat, she had to try to coax me to.

Holding me standing, moving my limbs, leaving food inches from my nose, eventually pressed to my lips. Each day a more obvious attempt to keep me alive. I couldn't understand why she tried, why she cared I gave up. I couldn't understand why she did eventually pour a broth into my throat even when I tried to bite her. A strong bite wasn't possible, but something to dissuade her from trying.

It was either drown or let her force me to live, making it so I could feel pain and then using it to make me eat. I only grew more agressive as she came near me, helped as my strength slowly returned. I hoped causing her to bleed would finally get her to stop but she didn't. Wrapping her arms in bandages, eventually a metal plate as well.

I couldn't understand why she was forcing me to live and it only served to make my anger toward her stronger. I just wanted to not be and yet she kept going. My strength reaching it's limit and her unphased. There was nothing I could do to stop her.

So I cooperated. Still agressive if she tried to touch me, but enough to draw her attention away. She never left me alone outside the cabin, and if I tried to run I was found soon after. Years of bashing my head against the wall trying to get away from her so I could die and eventually I stopped trying, she couldn't stop me from dying forever but there was only so much I could do to hasten it without causing myself suffering.

So I followed her rules. I kept myself alive, I didn't run. It was all I could do while I waited.

The eerie warmth of her touch returned as she began to pet me as I slept. I don't know why, but I awoke to it with a whine. I hadn't made a sound besides a growl since I was a pup. My reaction to it to only do so louder, more forceful. She seemed to like that, the first I had seen her smile. She'd take to doing it occasionally, laughing when I tried to growl and instead making a weird guttural squeaking.

It took time before I followed her call for me to lay on her lap, strange fingers held together as she patted her thighs. My wet paws barely a thought in her mind as she ran her fingers carefully through and over my fur, when no more loose strands caught her fingers she'd go against the flow. My pores recoiling against the forced angle like thousands of tiny needle shifted over, before returning with help as her fingers ran back down.

When there was downtime this became the normal, with the intention of deshedding me or just absent mindedly combing her fingers through. It didn't feel entirely unpleasant and helped remove the irritation from the loose fur.

I wasn't happy, but she did all she could to make sure I comfortable. The days growing longer and longer, I began to wonder what her voice sounded like. I had no real way to ask her to make some noise, I forgot how to howl if I ever knew and it felt wrong to think of trying. Maybe it was my age, or maybe it was the trauma I subjected myself to, but each passing month I seemed to grow heavier and more sluggish.

I forgot to eat often, only even noticing she wanted me to when she brought me to it. She seemed concerned, her outings became shorter and more infrequent. She only took me along to the garden, but even then only early mornings or dusk.

At some point around winter I felt that same feeling I had almost forgotten, the eerie feeling-less pain. Not from anywhere, but it was there. I could still feel my body, I could still move, as heavy as I felt, but it was there none the less. Her absent minded combing serving the last feeling I felt as I softened into her lap.

She didn't notice, not for a while. Though her reaction wasn't quite the forceful reaction from before, it was quiet and calm.

I was clearly old, finally seeing myself, very old. My black fur now grey, it's soft bristles now rough and delicate. My ears creased, face exhausted and droopy, paws and legs thin. The puff of my tail a solid line hanging over her arm.

I couldn't hear much, almost like it was muffled from water. The crunch of leaves almost like ripple of fluid, the rumble of dirt like a steady breath, and the steps like the beat of a heart.

The filtered darkness of night shifting to a bright white. A burn in my lungs, nostrils, and eyes. It was nearly as cold as an ice bath.

Besides my own coughing I couldn't perceive much. Not for a while, at least.

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Covid BF.7 Variant Explained!! New Variant Symptoms & Precautions

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Covid BF.7 Variant Symptoms and Precautions: There is a havoc in China due to the Corona virus as hundreds of people are dying everyday. Hospitals are over crowded every day. Covid is wreaking havoc in China since the restrictions were relaxed in December. Omicron’s sub-variant bf.7 is now the reason for increasing cases in this country. The infectivity rate in this variant is quite high as the R value of the BF.7 variant is 18.

That is, a person infected with this variant can spread the virus to 18 people. This is the reason why Covid is spreading so fast in China. Here in this article we will update you about Covid BF.7 Variant, New Variant Symptoms & Precautions so read this carefully.

Since the beginning of November, cases of corona virus are increasing worldwide. The matter is under control in India now, but China is struggling very badly with it. According to some estimates, due to the recent increase, China is at risk of death of about two million people. An epidemiologist has even tweeted that 60% of China’s population could be infected in the next few months.

Corona outbreak in China is causing concern for many countries, but there is no serious threat in India. There were restrictions related to Covid in China till a few months ago. Due to poor medical policy, the situation in China is getting worse. Omicron’s bf.7 variant is also making a serious impact there. While this variant had arrived in India several months back but it had no effect here.

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How does the new variant get the name BF.7?

BF.7 is actually short form. Full name is: BA.5.2.1.7. This is a sub-variant of Omicron’s BA.5 variant. Omicron’s BA.5 variant has the highest number of reported cases worldwide. About 76.2% of the total cases. However, the BA.4 and BA.5 sub-variants did not spread much in India. We have the highest number of BA.2.75 cases.

The corona virus is mutating and mutations can create many variants and sub-variants. This process is called convergent evolution. These sub-variants have been given names like BA.2.75.2, BF.7 and BQ.1.1. These names are determined by the fact that which sub-variant is derived from which variant.

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The reports that are coming in China indicate that BF.7 is more dangerous than the rest of the Omicron sub-variants. It has the highest transmissibility as it spreads rapidly. A person infected with BF.7 can infect many people.

The remaining variants of Omicron can infect an average of 4 people and the incubation period of the variant is also less. The incubation period is the time between exposure to the virus and the appearance of the first symptoms. Meaning, as soon as you come in contact with BF.7, you can catch it immediately.

Has BF.7 arrived in India as well?

The BA.1 and BA.2 sub-variants of Omicron were found in the wave earlier this year. Later on BA.4 and BA.5 also came. However, both of them caused more devastation in European countries. Similarly, very few cases of BF.7 were observed in India. One case of this variant was reported in India in July, two in September and one in November and this variant has been found in Gujarat and Odisha in India.

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The symptoms of this variant are similar to those of the other subvariants of Omicron. An infected person may show symptoms of fever, cough, sore throat, runny nose, fatigue, vomiting and diarrhoea. This sub-variant can cause severe disease in people with weakened immune systems. If someone is having body pain for a long time, then he should get the Covid test done. Apart from this, sore throat, fatigue, phlegm and runny nose can also be symptoms.

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Guys remember when i had pneumonia and i bitched about it here?

[8millionscorpions]

oh fuck my chest hurts when i breathe in deeply

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At the beginning of the year, I would head back to visit our previous house in Musashikoyama to swap out the old talisman for the new - and enjoy some Kaiten Sushi (Conveyor Belt Sushi) at the local shopping arcade Musashikoyama Palm. Interestingly, sushi dishes on the conveyor belt didn't typically come with a plastic cover - but corona changed that, so now our sushi restaurants resemble the ones overseas. When I first came to Japan, I only chose egg sushi because I wasn't accustomed to eating raw fish - now I love it, especially Engawa (meat from the base of the fin of a flounder) and salmon that is slightly grilled. If you are trying out sushi for the first time, make sure you chew as much as possible to kill any lingering Anisakis - a type of parasitic nematode that infects certain species of fish, such as salmon, herring, and mackerel. Symptoms of Anisakis infection can include abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and a rash on the skin. One of our staff members had a case many moons ago where she had to be rushed to hospital to have surgeons use those long camera-with-scissors-on-the-end to try to cut the Anisakis in half. Anisakis is resilient even when swimming in your stomach's acid pool. I'm not trying to put you off from eating sushi (because I know some of you went to YouTube to search for "Anisakis Sushi" - but it's better that you be informed rather than end up like our staff member ;-) Remember to chew your sushi properly:-) #japan (at 武蔵小山商店街palm) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnJi-UsyuLS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Okay, so, apparently 3 separate severe medical conditions may feel nearly identical in my body:

1.Full body gout from *slightly* slow kidney function

2.Full body autoimmune attack of my joints triggered by gout or otherwise

3.Fluid retention in all tissues, especially my already swelling joints, from sodium deficiency

All 3 of those just feel like horrid swelling in every fucking joint I have.

And unfortunately each one of those can lead to the next, can overlap, all at once, and they all have wildly different and conflicting solutions.

And there was no good indication it wasn't still my kidneys because they are legitimately a bit slow and being upset by high uric acid levels really is enough to have them slow down even more and let my phosphorus levels and etc get out of control if I over-do it on anything.

So what I think happened was:

My kidneys still aren't at 100% since recovering from actual near failure along with my liver and heart from a few years back, they got taxed by the multivitamin, cola and loratadine incident. My main symptom was gout.

I recover. Mostly. One finger joint is still fucked. One singular one. I think maybe I injured it, not believing it was a hold-out of the gout.

I do my seasonal groceries which exposed me to trace corona virus amounts and sets off my immune system.

I get gout again, after it never quite went away, and I am sure it is gout from slow kidney function. I am unsure if some of the slow kidney function is from autoimmune attack this time, or if it's just still healing but I know anti-inflaatories and antihistamines are bad for my kidneys, and delayed recovery last time, but it's okay, I know the solution, I drink lots of green tea and cut anything that could be bad for my kidenys immediately... Thinking surely I will recover before the symptoms get bad this time...

All the joint damage triggers my immune system against my connective tissue specifically, because my immune system does that, Any tissue that gets damaged, it sees the insides of, and decides is the new enemy #1, that's why I have a sun allergy and etc. I overlook this and don't want to tax my kidneys with antihistamines like loratadine or with anti-inflammatories.

The problem gets worse instead of better, duh. I have drank enough to flush out excess uric acid but -at that point- I have been drinking 3 liters of green tea+ a day for at least a month, figuring lemon juice and the sodium naturally in food was enough electrolytes. I know the problem is -at least in part- my kidneys because I have the bone pain again that I know is from excess phosphorus stripping calcium from my bones. I have probably drank enough to flush this and the problem isn't getting worse anymore but it also isn't getting better. Everything I read harps on about how imperative it is I do everything I can to not eat salt and that salt is my biggest enemy and like an idiot I believe all these sources that say nothing is as bad as salt is for my kidneys... I can tell my potassium levels are high because my ability to pee slows down every time I eat anything with potassium in it now, but I can't find anything with calcium to eat for my bones that doesn't have a bunch of potassium in it, and my one good source of phosphorus [needs to bind to the calcium to make bones too] has a lot of sugar in it [cokey cola].

My whole body gets so swollen I can't even open the foil easy-open tops on Pumpkin's food. I start having to cut them open with a knife because I can't grip the foil to pull it. I don't have the strength to pull the foil off. I can't move my spine or neck, all my joints are tearing apart inside and I can feel it, you can see the purple blood in some of my joints. The problem just keeps getting worse. Slowly I am actually not being able to pee as much as I am drinking, and my feet are now too swollen to fit in my shoes. Dying of kidney failure this fast doesn't make sense but I can't figure out what else could be wrong. I have drank enough acids it shouldn't be kidney stones. I had recovered twice before doing stupid shit I shouldn't have done because I didn't know better, so how could I be getting this much worse doing everything so strictly right? Am I really going to live through all that abuse just to suffer and die within 2 years on my own because of all the things everyone already got away with doing to me and infecting me with willfully? Is the universe that cruel?

I decide to try one more strategy, and go to a clinic if it doesn't work. The strategy: "Fuck the instructions they are always wrong: do what your body says to, and what's helped before."

I determine that even on dialysis you can have low doses of loratadine and the main concern is it building up in your body, so resolve I am allowed 5mg every other day [and stop taking more so long as it still seems to be doing it's job], as if I was on dialysis. I resolve that "avoiding" advil doesn't count if everything is so swollen I am falling over and unable to feed myself. Seriously, I had no balance or ability to catch myself left so I just tripped and face planted into my chair because I couldn't do anything past all the swelling and I decided no doctor would tell me to avoid advil at this point. Sources seem to imply the danger is in overdosing from not processing these things out, not that having reasonable levels in my body will inherently cause kidney damage. I make this judgement call and I try to keep the dosages low, but swelling and autoimmune attack isn't going to help any organs either, fuck what any article or guide says.

My phosphorus and blood calcium may have been high at some point but I need some now to make the bone pain stop and the best way to have both without a bunch of sugar and potassium is to just have some damn summer sausage, salt and purines and all. And yes there is animal fat in there but my liver needs that shit and it's been all month without. My bones cannot remain tender. Tender is not a good descriptor for bones. Opening jars makes it feel like I am going to snap my own arms and that seems like a bad thing.

I google some very pointed questions about the possibility of being too strict about salt intake [apparently no one advising you to avoid salt thinks you will have enough self control to accidentally have to little so doesn't give you a minimal amount not to go under while insisting you have to drink as much water as you can and treat salt as evil]. I determine having 3/4 a teaspoon of salt a day is necessary with how much water I am drinking. Did you know that if your sodium levels get too low your cells flood with a bunch of water and basically every tissue swells up? Edema is a symptom of BOTH high and low sodium, too little salt can make you retain water like hell too, can be very lethal, and makes it harder to process out uric acid, leading to increased risk of gout. I only salt load my diet when my blood pressure is low and it hasn't been the past 2 years, probably because my kidneys slowed down. The past 2 years is when I started having a problem with gout. And I had been following the instructions so well! And drinking so many fluids and not eating very much sodium at all...

I decide I will monitor my blood pressure and make sure my diastolic pressure doesn't go over 80 using magnesium, which I tolerated fine to prevent cardiac spasms when my kidneys and liver were unarguably actually failing 3 years ago... 500 mg with every meal didn't tank -my- kidneys too much to recover from near complete failure, so just enough to control my blood pressure should be fine?????

Day 3 of most of this, one day of eating salt again, just since my last post, instant fucking improvement. Peeing the expected amount again, body less swollen. I can turn my head again. I've been having advil again since giving up on the acetaminophen and it was NOT helping THIS much. It's the salt, the salt is helping.

I curled up for a nap and could actually CURL up in the chair without it hurting all of my joints. I could actually find a comfortable position.

My bones already hurt 3x less since eating that summer sausage. Improvement this fast shouldn't even be possible, but if it was the advil it would have stopped hurting 3 days ago.

Note to self: Make note of safe minimums for everything you might need to avoid. You know in theory you need some of everything to stay functional, but find out what that minimal amount actually is in hard numbers and watch it. Do not trust any guide vilifying salt, yolk or animal fats in a way that isn't backed up with specific details and high and low thresholds.

So I am going to carry on with this new strategy [Called give my body what it wants according to my own judgement] and hopefully bounce back entirely and not have to go to a fucking clinic.

The good news is if I am right my kidney function hasn't gotten as bad as I thought, it's just a little on the slow side. For now anyway.

[stargaze-issei]

Ngl, Ive been feeling very sick and Im kinda scared i have the virus... Breathing is a struggle and I wanted to request smth where bakugou, todoroki and shinsou (separately) help reader out!

please, if you feel sick take all the precautions needed! i understand the fear of getting sick, my country is going through a sanitary crisis right now ): i send all my love to you, sweetie! i hope you like this<3

also, i took descriptions from what i found on the internet about shortness of breath due to corona, let me know if i made a mistake!

— 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮

bakugou katsuki.

in the middle of this situations, you were relieved to have someone like bakugou around. he was a fast thinker, most of the times, and helped you ease your anxiety. still, usually he was feral as normal, but whenever he saw you having any trouble, he'd leave everything aside and focus on you, only you. the uncertainty of you having or not that nasty virus was stressful for the two of you, but until you had some answers, he did his best to keep you at calm. katsuki had no symptoms, so he couldn't understand what you were going through, but it hurt him to see you suffer, both physically and mentally. he'd make you warm tea, because he read that it help with sore throats, cook easy to eat meals, so you don't struggle eating. despite of the danger of being near you, if it turned out you were infected with the virus, he won't stop kissing you, cuddling you, touching you in general, he knew it made you feel better and that was worth everything, and, staying a six feet away from you now wouldn't help at all.

"katsu, ka-" he was in another room while you laid in bed, too tired to move, your voice was so low that he thought it was his imagination.

"y/n? are you-" when he saw you fighting to breath normally, he rushed to your side. it wasn't the first time it happened, and probably wasn't the last, so he was already familiar with what to do.

even if he wanted to succumb to fear in those times, he knew he couldn't do it. from what you described, you chest felt so tight, that air barely could get to your lungs, every inhale was like pieces of glass going down your throat. adding the anxiety of not breathing, making it even harder, was a vicious cycle. katsuki placed his hand on your back, moving it slowly but consistently from your shoulders to the center of your hips, with his free hand, he cup one of your cheeks and focused your eyes in his.

"i know this hurts, but please, try to breath with me" his tone had discovered a new level of sweetness, leaving behind all his screams and swearing. "it's okay, it'll be over in a few minutes, just do it with me" with soft words, he stayed by your side for as long as you needed, trying to take your mind off that immeasurable pain. it always hurt, but those occasions were considerably stronger than usual.

once you feel better, he would lay right next to you, putting his warm hand in your throat, whispering how badass and amazing you are, how much he loves you and admires you for bearing that kind of pain.

todoroki shoto.

he has troubles expressing his feelings through his words, instead, he does it with actions. it's obvious he worries about you, how couldn't he? you're his whole world, the moment he sees you struggling, not just with breathing but anything in general, runs to your and tries to help you. he has a hard time understanding how you feel, but seeing you in pain is enough to get his own anxiety going. todoroki remembers when his dad trained him, how sometimes he felt his lungs were about to collapse and nobody could help him. he didn't want to be so powerless when it came to you. 

he usually asks you what to do to make you feel better, otherwise he would be clueless. since he's in no pain, most of his daily routine is modified to be all about you, even though you tried to stop him because it made you feel like a baby he had to take care of, he did it anyways. 

"shoto? is dinner ready?" todoroki had volunteered himself to make you every meal of the day since you told him your body ached.

"yes, seat a little, please" he had made you soup, a special recipe he learned from fuyumi, she said it cured them from any desease, he hoped it'd do the same to you.

in the middle of bed, he placed the tray which contained two full bowls, and gave you a soft smile before thanking for the food. you were eating, slowly but consistently. todoroki had a hidden talent, cooking. you felt an itchiness in your throat, so fastly left the bowl in a steady place avoiding spilling it. shoto got on guard immediately. you tried telling him it was okay, but the cough was only getting harsher and harsher. no air went in, and too much air got out.

"water, i'm bringing water" with your hand, you stopped him. better not waste any time, you couldn't swallow in that condition. it was pure desperation, even todoroki knew that.

he moved around the bed, helping you get your legs out the blankets. your throat felt close to tearing apart, it hurt so bad. affraid, shoto did all he could think about. both of his hands travelled to the back of your neck, positioning it where air was easier to get, his fingers did small circles in your skin. little by little, the attack calmed. you weren't feeling like eating anymore, so he cuddle you in his arms until you fell asleep. he shouldn't let you know how scared he got every time something like that happened.

shinsou hitoshi.

he knows what it feels like, at least at some level. shinsou has had more than one panic attack in his life, so he understands the desperation of not being able to breath properly. but has no way of knowing what you feel, physically speaking, and the darkness killed him. all he had left to do was research, and he did, he gather every piece of information he could find, about what you felt, how could he help you, what environment was better for your help. sometimes it was stressful, to keep everything in place, make sure you were okay, but it was worth it. he helped you feel better, he made you feel better, and that was all he needed.

at nights, he'd sleep holding you, always ready if suddenly you started to struggle while sleeping. you noticed how big the bags under his eyes had gotten, even though he refused to take a nap, you managed to convince him. you made fun at the fact you basically copied his quirk, gaining a annoyed yet sweet look. hitoshi went to bed, and when he woke up, you were okay and nothing had changed. after that, he started to relax a bit, which relaxed you as well.

"babe, are you okay?" he hadn't heard you talking or laughing at the tv show you were watching, shinsou wasn't worried, but it was a habit to check on you, specially on that condition.

"can you come, please, hitoshi?" even when he was a few meters away, your voice was extremely low and drowned. fast like a lighting, he went into your room. "it's– i– it hurts".

"let me go get–" before he could leave, you grabbed his hand. he understood, you didn't want to be alone. so he placed himself behind you, moving his arms around your shoulders, resting his head in the space between your shoulder and your neck. his nose brushed your jaw, making you feel his breath in your chest.

there, under his touch, everything slowed down, easier. he helped you to get through all the obstacles in front of you, even when both were under that immeasurable pressure.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Emergency! Part 3

Summary: A woman comes back from her trip from Asia but isn’t feeling the best. And is rushed to the hospital. Her symptoms are that of the flue, but worse than. The virus spreads throughout the hospital, Jack falls ill collapsing in the break room. Dean falls ill on a rescue, Cas having to rescue the original victim and his partner. The reader, having to sit by and wait and pray for her friends pull through. But turns out the original patient with the virus got better, now her body has the antibodies to fight the virus.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 4,262

Warnings: Scary Situations, Language, Mild Angst, Fluff.

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Mobile Masterlist

a/n: I could use the corona virus or COVID-19 but decided to use the virus used in the Emergency! Episode of the same name. The virus being a strain of the Asian flu during a bad outbreak in the late 60’s. Also the drugs and measure mentioned are probably not accurate, I’m not a pharmacist.

a/n2: D.O.N = Director of Nursing, DOA = Dead on Arrival, BP = Blood Pressure, O2 Sat = Oxygen Saturation

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“Dean,” Cas says, walking into the fire stations garage.

Dean was logging supplies in the squad truck when he heard Cas enter and got his attention.

“What’s up Cas?”

“When you started dating Y/N, when did you know she was the one?”

“What do you mean?”

“I really like Meg, and when she was taking care of me after that accident of mine I found that she and I have a lot in common and I want to know her more?”

“Well, Cas, it’s different for other people. Just ask Meg out. Talk to her, find out stuff about her that she likes, hates, and if you can find yourself still able to love her despite her flaws. Keep it going. Keep taking her out.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“Nothing in life is simple man.”

Cas nods in agreement.

The alarm sounded in the station.

“Squad 51, someone sick. Respond. 226 south Jasper’s Avenue, cross street South Walker boulevard.”

“Back at it again.” Cas says.

“Let’s hit it.”

Dean getting into his usual spot in the squad, revving the engine to life and heading to the location.

When they arrived, another station had arrived originally.

Dean and Cas gathered their tools and headed into the residence.

“Chuck, what do you got?” Cas asked.

“Kelly McMeyers, 22, her dad said she was fine at breakfast.”

They followed Fireman Chuck through the house to the girl’s bedroom to find her on her bed, sweating, pale and in obvious discomfort and pain.

Dean placed a hand on her head.

“She’s burning up, Cas, get the thermometer.”

Cas did as told handing the thermometer to Dean.

Dean placed in the girls mouth, under her tongue. Cas handing him the blood pressure cuff.

Dean began checking her Blood pressure.

“Get the radio, we need to tell the hospital.” Dean orders.

Cas, pulls out the radio of it’s holster on his belt.

“Rampart, this is rescue 51. Rampart this is rescue five one.” Cas radios in.

 It was a normal slow day at the hospital, y/n having finished her charting, getting reading for her lunch break.

“Rampart this is rescue 51,” she heard Cas’s voice over the radio.  “Rampart this is rescue Five one.”

She picks up the hand piece to the hospital’s radio to respond.

“Go ahead 51.”

“Rampart we have a female, Kelly McMeyers, 22 years of age.” Cas transmits.

 “BP is 129 over 80, O2 Saturation is…”

Dean places a hand over her chest, watching it rise and fall. Counting in his head. But scolding with the low number he came up with.

“Did you pack the pulse Oximeter?”

“I did.” Cas says, handing it to him.

“I got to double check before I give you the wrong number.”

Dean turned on the device, and placing it on her finger.

“Still reading low, O2 Sat, 85.” Dean says.

“O2 sat is 85. Temperature is coming up…”

Dean pulls out the thermometer.”

“105.” He reads.

“Temperature is 105.”

 y/n was shocked she had a temperature that high.

“51, standby, a doctor will be with you shortly.”

“10-4.”

 “I just don’t understand, she was fine at breakfast, it happened so suddenly.” The girl’s father expressed.

“Some of these things do happen rather quickly.”

“Could be the Asian Flu?” Chuck suggests. Playing with the girl’s pet monkey.

“Well, let’s not jump to any conclusions until a doctor can see her.” Cas says.

“Kelly, sweetheart, can you hear me?” Dean asks.

The girl nods groggily.

“She’s really drowsy.” Cas mentions.

“Kelly, are you in any pain at all?” Dean asks.

“My head hurts, my chest hurts too.” She whines.

“She threw up a bit before you got here Winchester.” Chuck mentions.

 “51, this is doctor Singer.”

“Rampart, we have new information, patient is experiencing head and chest pain, she’s drowsy and vomited a few times before we arrived.”

“Alright, start IV, lidocaine, two milligrams. And just in case what she has is contagious keep contact with the patient to an absolute minimum.”

“10-4 Rampart.” Cas says.

“I’ll get the IV going, if you want to get the ambulance here Chuck.”

“Already ahead of you, they should be here by now.”

Sirens are heard in the distance, as if on cue.

“How about that timing?” Cas says.

“Alright, she’s set, lets get her to the hospital.” Dean says.

Just as more paramedics came in, Dean grabbed the equipment as Cas walked out with the patient.

Chuck still petting the monkey.

“I love monkeys, bet he’d be a cute pet to have.” He says.

“Yeah, but they’re not meant to be pets Chuck.”

“Yeah, I know. But, cute little guy, isn’t he?”

The monkey sat on his pole that stood in the room. And the monkey started walking over to Dean, walking on his shoulder, messing with his hat.

“Hey, stop,” he told the monkey while trying to shake him off gently.

The monkey got back on his pole as Dean walked out to the squad.

 At the hospital, Y/N, Doctor Singer assisted in the patient, Kelly McMeyer, as Doctor Singer preformed a spinal tap.

Just as he pulled out the needle, gathering spinal fluid, Doctor Kline walks in.

“What’d you got Bobby?”

“Possible strain of the flu, her symptoms are consistent with that of the Asian flu, but the incubation period is too fast. Her symptoms came up quick, she was fine at breakfast.”

“Do we know where she’s been lately?”

“All over southeast Asia, Kelly and her friends were part of her church’s mission trip in assisting kids in orphanages, and adoption homes. Fixing them up, helping kids get adopted. And her dad took her camping when she got back. Took her to the Black Hills in South Dakota.” y/n explained.

“That opens us up to a whole array of fevers, and of course flus. China is always riddled with noval viruses we’ve never seen nor dealt with. And of course, there’s ones we’ve dealt with her, rocky mountain spotted fever, lymes disease, or even parasitic infections. Fungal infections that could have originated from her camping trip.” Jack explained.

“Did Kelly have any kind of protection on either trip?” Jack asked.

“Her dad made sure she packed, bug spray, tick spray, and they had nets around their camp to prevent nats and other flying insects from getting in the tents.” Y/N says.

“So, in which case, we’re back to, what did she catch when she was in China. Because chances of her getting anything on the camping trip are slim I’m guessing.”

“Her dad was pretty adamant that they were covered for their trip. He didn’t want anyone getting sick.”

Jack nods.

“Let’s get some blood work, see if we can’t find the answer in there.”

“You got it doctor.” y/n says, getting her hands sanitized, and ready to draw some blood.

 “Dean, your shift was done an hour ago, go home!” His father ordered.

“Just finishing up the logs for the day.”

“Cas can finish it up for you, he at least goes home in an hour. Now go.”

“Yes sir, you sure you got this man?” Dean asks.

“Dean, I got it. Go home and rest. See you in two days.”

Dean handed Cas the papers for logging their day, what all happened, their end result. He grabbed the keys to his Impala and drove on home.

He could tell he was exhausted. At a stop light he had to really will himself to stay awake just a few more miles.

But as he got to another stop light, he knew he was too tired to be driving.

Y/N’s apartment wasn’t far. He moved lanes before her street came up and Dean drove to her apartment. Giving her a call to make sure she was either up or home.

“Hey Handsome, how was your day?” she asked.

He could hear the background of the hospital.

“Exhausting. Are you still at work?”

“Yeah, another late one. Why? Are you in the area?” she asked. Sounding concerned.

“I’m really exhausted, and I don’t think I’m gonna make it home. I was thinking on crashing at your place.”

“You can stay there Dean; my key is by my hanging plant. I think your clothes from last time are still there.”

“Thanks baby, where would I be without you?”

“Dead in a ditch because you’ve run yourself ragged, now hurry to my place and get to bed. I’ll home when I can.”

“Love you sweetheart.” He says with a tired smile, pulling into her apartment complex.

“Love you more Winchester, sleep well.” She says.

He parked his car near where she parked. Walking up tiredly up to her apartment he found her key easily.

He headed inside, placing the key back but also locking up behind him as he got himself settled.

She had since gotten a new apartment since the plane crash; sure she was farther away from the hospital, but she was closer to him by several blocks.

He had gotten out of the shower, feeling a little bit better, but he climbed into his side in her bed. Pulling the covers over him, and falling fast asleep once his head hit the pillow.

She had hurried with her charting, her replacement nurse coming in late. But at least she showed up.

She hurried to her car to get on home.

She saw Dean’s car parked next to her spot on the street. She parked her car right behind his.

She quietly entered the apartment. Leaving the lights off she navigated to her room seeing his sleeping form in her bed. Sound asleep.

She made her shower quick and simple, washing off the stress of the day and relaxing enough so she could fall easily asleep.

She climbs into bed beside him. He tossed, turning towards her, wrapping his arms around her.

Poor dude was exhausted. But Dean was no fool, he loved being the little spoon. Maybe too much. But when it was her, he didn’t care too much.

 Days followed, and the original patient began to go downhill. Her fever wasn’t breaking.

Y/N had finished getting Kelly’s vitals, updated her chart. She headed back out to the nurses station when she saw an ambulance dropping off a new patient.

“What do we have?” she asked.

“Fireman, Chuck Shirley. Stricken with a fever, 104 temp, slightly elevated BP.” One of the paramedics informed.

“He was fine at lunch time.” His wife said behind the paramedics.

“Are you his wife?” Y/N asked.

“I am, my name’s Becky.”

“Okay, I’ll escort you to the waiting room. I’ll keep you informed of your husbands situation.” y/n told her.

Becky nodded, and she was lead to the waiting room. Y/N walked back into one of the exam rooms.

Hours passed as the doctors looked over Chuck, they learned one thing in common.

He responded to Kelly McMeyers.

“I want everyone who responded to get checked out. Clearly we are up against something contagious.” Jack orders.

“I’ll get right on it.” y/n says.

 As the day wore on, Y/N had called all the stations that responded, the ambulance and even called up her boyfriend personally.

“Afternoon beautiful.” Dean answers.

“Hey babe, you responded on the Kelly McMeyers right?”

“I did, me and Cas both, why?”

“Chuck Shirley is sick with the same symptoms as Kelly, and Dr. Kline has ordered you two to come in and get checked out.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Dean, Chuck looked bad. Come in, please.” She practically whined.

“Okay, I will. Don’t worry sweetheart. I have to come down for supplies anyway, I’ll bring Cas along.”

“Thank you. See you soon.”

Just as Dean and Cas left the hospital after giving their blood samples to be checked for any virus or uprising in white blood cell count. Questions rose to how and where the original patient got sick.

“Whatever this Kelly chick has must be bad.” Dean says as he drove back to the station.

“Must be, if she didn’t get while camping then where?” Cas asks.

For a beat there was a pause.

“The same place where she got her pet monkey.” Cas says.

“You really think that monkey is the carrier?” Dean asks, unsure.

“Think about it Dean. It’s always animals in other countries that carry all these scary viruses. Swine flu came from pigs. Avian flu came from birds. The Asian flu came from, well, Asia but it was ducks. What if, this monkey one of those viruses and was somehow able to transmit it overseas?” Cas explained.

“You should really be a doctor something, damn Cas.” Dean says, impressed with the information Cas was able to share.

“Also think of the movie Outbreak.”

“Dude, that wasn’t even a real virus.”

“No, but it was a real situation that can really happen. It’s the worst case scenario. But it was a monkey carrying a mutated version of the virus.”

“I think you’re onto something Cas.” Dean says, digging around in his pockets.

“Here, call my girlfriend, tell her what you told me.”

“Okay.” Cas says.

 “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Cas, you got a minute?”

“How’s Dean?” she asked concerned right away.

“Oh, he’s fine, we were just talking about the victims. She brought home a pet monkey from China. And Chuck was playing with it.”

“That is actually something Cas, thanks. Is there anything else we need to know?”

“Not really, but just for the fact that this monkey might carry a virus that could kill Kelly and our friend.”

“And you’re spot on, on that. I’ll tell Jack and Bobby. Thanks Cas.”

 At the hospital, the two doctors were at the nurses station when Cas called. Their attention on her when she seemed surprised with the information he given her.

“Cas of squad 51 just told me Kelly brought home a pet monkey from China. And that Chuck played with it.”

“That’s something, Bobby, get someone to go with Kelly’s dad back to his house. Get the monkey and bring the little guy in.”

“You got it Jack.”

 Cas had handed Dean his phone back.

“You know, Cas,” he says.

Cas doesn’t say anything but has his attention.

“I kind of played with the monkey too.”

 The next following day, Kelly was slowly getting better. But Chuck was taking a turn for the worse. His fever wasn’t breaking.

Jack goes into Kelly’s room to talk to her about her monkey.

A nurse was already in the room taking care of her.

“Abaddon why aren’t you wearing your mask?”

“Oh, sorry Doctor its just—”

“No excuses, you’re taking an unnecessary risk. Not only would you be putting your life at risk, you’re putting everyone else’s lives at risk as well.”

With that she put her mask over her mouth and nose.

“Kelly,” Jack says.

She opened her eyes slowly giving the doctor his attention.

“We got your pet down in the lab. Now, was he ever sick when you had him?”

“Yes, just after I bought him. He had a bad cold, and threw up a bit too.”

“Well in order to help the fireman, and you as well, we may have to put him down so we can perform an autopsy.”

“No, you can’t!” she cried. “I don’t know what I’d do without Oreo!”

“Kelly, it’s the only chance we have at saving lives.”

The tears that built up in the girls eyes fell. Jack took his gloved finger by her cheek, brushing away the tears that fell.

“If you’re right about that,” she swallows thickly. “Then you can take Oreo.”

“Could help you too Kelly.” Abaddon says.

“I know.”

Jack gave a sad smile through his mask.

He doffed off his PPE by the door and left her room to give the go ahead.

 “Dean, we have a group of kids from Jefferson Elementary School to come in for a tour, can you help Gabe clean up the garage real quick.”

“Dad, I’m really exhausted, can you get Cas to do it?”

“It’s not like you to complain, come on now. He’s busy with the logs, come on it won’t take long.”

The alarm sounded.

“Never mind.” John says.

“Station 51, medical emergency. At the top of the Wells Fargo bank at 5535 Woodland Boulevard. Cross street Jackson Avenue.”

The men and women at station 51 jumped into action.

 At the location they climbed up the stairs after they reached the max floor the elevator would allow to go.

“What happened?” John asked one of the men working on the roof.

“Jimmy was over the edge cleaning the windows and he let out a yell, and I saw him collapse. I tried getting him on this thing but it’s jammed.”

“We’ll get him, we’ll hoist one of my paramedics down to get a line on him and we’ll bring him up.” John assured.

“I’ll go.” Dean says.

“Why don’t we just swing the lift through a window?” Cas asks.

“There wouldn’t be a safe way to do it. Just, get me down to him. Drop a line for him and he’ll be up here before you can say Bobs your uncle.” Dean says.

“Just be careful man.” Cas says.

“I will dude.”

Dean has the ropes around him, his harness, Gabe, Michael and Raphael anchored his rope as they helped lower him down.

“Okay, more slack!” Dean shouts as he got closer to the victim.

He got safely on to the lift and began to work the rope around the victim so they could lift him up.

But Dean’s vision began to spin. His hands came up to hold the support of the lift.

“Dean, you okay!?” Cas shouts from the ledge.

“Yeah!”

Dean hurries to get the rope around the victim and tries to work on tying the knot.

His dizziness got worse, and worse. Just as he was about to ask for help, Dean passes out.

His body falling off of the lift, and hangs by his harness off of the ledge.

“Try lifting him up a bit!” Cas ordered.

The three brothers tried pulling the rope slightly.

Cas could see Dean wasn’t getting any higher.

“No, stop, he’s tangled. I’m gonna have to head down there.” Cas says.

He heads over to Charlie who handed him some rope, getting the lopes around him, and working his harness on.

Cas hurries over the ledge.

Gabe, Michael, and Raphael tied Dean’s rope to hold him steady as they lowered Cas down to the lift.

“More slack!” Cas ordered as he got closer.  

Cas removed his work gloves to check the victims pulse.

“He’s in full cardiac arrest!” Cas shouts out, communicating.

Cas finishes what Dean had going. Connecting the loops around the victims arms and legs making a makeshift harness.

“Okay, lift him up!” Cas calls out.

The victim slowly rising as Gab, Michael and Raphael pulled the rope lifting the victim up.

“Dean, can you hear me man?” Cas asked, trying to lift Dean onto the lift.

He didn’t respond. He was out cold.

Cas furrowed his brow as he grew concerned for his friend.

“Okay, lift him up!” Cas ordered.

Cas seen the original victim made it over the ledge safely. And Dean began to slowly rise up to the top.

Once everyone was safely up, they got Cas up as well.

Cas helped with the cardiac victim while Charlie and the others assisted with Dean.

 Y/N sat at the nurses station charting her days work about ready to head home when an ambulance and squad approached the door.

She quickly typed up her report, saving it and sending it to her Director, she went to assist the paramedics.

Her heart dropped when she saw one of the patients being wheeled in.

“Dean.”

“Patient one was DOA, heart attack. Dean has a fever of 104.” Cas says.

“Okay, there’s an exam room open, lets get him in there. I’ll page Dr. Singer.”

“Where’s Jack?” Cas asked.

“He’s sick too. He was about to treat Kelly and Chuck when he collapsed. His fever is 103 and climbing.”

“How is Chuck?”

“Not doing well. Let’s focus on Dean please.” Y/N said, keeping the tears of fear at bay.

 Dean was all settled in a room later that night.

“Y/N.” Bobby says as he entered Dean’s room.

“Dr. Singer.”

“Your director doesn’t want you treating him. It’s against ethics.”

“I know. I’m off the clock.”

“Then what are you still doing here?”

“Oh, forgive me for staying by my boyfriend’s side.”

“Y/N, you’re D.O.N is on the other side of the this door. Relax.” He whispered.

“Bobby, I can’t think straight right now. I want to stay by his side, if that’s alright.”

“You can’t just stop everything because he’s sick. The CDC got back to us on the virus, you know this. It’s a strain of the Asian flu, a newer mutated strain. We have a drug we can use.”

She sighs, rubbing her face hard, trying to not get frustrated with herself.

“I know. I just want to know he’s going to be okay is all.”

“You love him. I know. But you have to still live life. Because that don’t stop. You got to keep going kid.”

She nods. “I’m guessing I can’t stay with him due to isolation protocol.”

“You got it. but once he’s better, you can.” She nods again.

“Please, keep me in the loop with him.”

“I’m sure Meg will. Cas was already on her case about him.”

She chuckles with a nod.

“Go home and rest. He’ll still be here tomorrow.”

She nods, leaving with a slump in her shoulders. Heading to her car. Driving quietly home.

It wasn’t until she got out of her shower, and laid in her empty bed did she let her walls come crumbling down.

A sob escaped from her, shaking her to her core.

“God, Dean. Please be okay.” She sobbed.

 The next day, she heads into work trying to focus on her patients.

She learned from one of the over night nurses that Chuck passed away.

Her anxiety already being high enough with her boyfriend being sick with the same virus, but the same virus that killed a fireman.

She headed up to Dean’s room where Meg walked out. Sweating after being in her PPE for some period of time.

“How is he?” she asks.

“Not good. His fever is not even breaking. He had the first 100 Milligrams of Idoxuridine.”

“Has it been two hours?”

“Close, it’s been about an hour and fifty minutes since last dose.”

“Give him another dose of it. Same for Jack if he’s not getting better.”

“Sure thing, I’m sure Bobby will understand.”

Y/N nodded as Meg went back inside to give Dean another dose of the drug.

Y/N headed back to the nurses station to chart her first half of the shift when her D.O.N approached the desk.

“Y/N, I was told you were by Dean’s room yet again. This time on the clock.”

“Sorry Jody, I just—”

“It’s okay, really. Bobby can be a hard ass sometimes, and I know I can be too. But my husband gets sick really easily. And I’d do the same thing you’re doing.” She says.

“Thank you…” she hesitates.

“I have your replacement coming in so you can see him and be with him. Once Donna gets here, go to him.”

“Thank you, thank you.” She says, as tears rise to the surface.

“It’s not a problem.” Jody smiles.

 Days pass as the doctors and nursing staff cared for Dean and Jack for the virus.

Y/N stayed day and night, her D.O.N giving her the week off on FMLA.

She had lost track of the days when she finally allowed herself to sleep.

Kelly was fully recovered and the doctors and nursing staff encouraged her to donate some blood so they can use her antibodies in her blood to donate to Dean and Jack so they have a fighting chance.

His fever finally broke, he was getting better. She could close her eyes and he’d still be there.

She woke that night to a hand on her head, playing with her hair.

She stirred awake to find Dean awake and well.

“Hey.” She says tiredly.

“Hey.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” He answers. “Babe, did you stay here all day?”

“Dean, it’s been a week. You’ve been out for a week.”

“Damn…but still, you’ve been here all week?”

“Yes. You scared me.” She says. Taking his hand and placing it on her cheek.

His thumb brushing against her cheekbone. Catching a tear that fell.

“Well I’m sorry for scaring you. But you’re worrying me, did you take care of yourself while you were here?”

“Not really. Haven’t been hungry. I’m not sick or anything.”

“I know, you’ve told me that you’ll get this way. Either in a good way, like an innocent way of binging your favorite show and forgot to eat. Or in a bad way, like this.”

“Let me get Meg and tell her you’re awake.”

Just as she says that, Meg comes walking in.

“Jack’s awake…oh Dean’s awake too.” She says.

“Yeah, he is.” Y/N Says tiredly.

“I’ll get Dr. Singer so we can see when you can go home. And get Y/N to a bed, she hasn’t slept much since she stayed here.”

“Really, not eating or sleeping.”

“She was worked up. who could blame her?” Meg asked.

“True.”

Meg left the room to get Bobby.

Dean not saying a word, pulls Y/N’s arm guiding her in the bed with him.

She happily got in, curling into his side.

He felt a residual tremble shudder through her body.

“Shh, I’m here baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He says.

Not even a tiny virus would tear up this team.

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[tsukidrama]

First of all, and let me just clear my throat, YOUR NEW FIC TITLED "PLEASE BE... A COWARD" BROKE ME. I'M GOING TO SWEAR. FUCK. THAT WAS AMAZING. SERIOUSLY LIFE CHANGING. I WILL WRITE MORE ABOUT IT WHEN I CAN CALM DOWN. KNOW THAT I LOVE IT AND IT MADE ME CRY (KEEP IN MIND I CRY A LOT BUT STILL).

Back to normal now, are you feeling much better in terms of corona virus symptoms? I understand the "just debilitating exhaustion" part, usually when I'm very sick I just go into a coma-type-thing and heal for a day or so. I hate to repeat things but, I do hope you are feeling better.

I one-hundred percent agree that Annie would be the no nonsense type when writing letters. It's the same as when she wraps presents, why not just get to the point? I'm also really glad it's going to be a long chapter! When I saw your lasted fic was around eight thousand words, I scrambled to read it.

Let me say that I really enjoyed your writing, especially for that new piece of work. The part that, like I mentioned before, made me cry was not too far from the beginning. "Once everything is out and you’re gagging on an empty stomach, you sob to yourself as you stare at the empty beds around you. There were still belongings strewn about the room, discarded pajamas, and half-unpacked travel bags. Are you supposed to get rid of this stuff? Will someone else eventually clear it out?"

I actually had to put my phone down. I don't really know why it got to me so much. I always did find abrupt, unexpected tragedies worse than slow ones, I guess. Just-- the thought of the reader and the other people in that dorm waking up, only to never return, and they didn't even know it? Horrible, no thank you. Not horrible in a bad way, just in a might-cry-again way. Seriously though, that excerpt evoked a serious reaction out of me, along with when Annie cried about wanting to go home. The whole thing broke me in the best way possible.

This message is a bit longer than usual, and as usual I would like to apologize for taking a while. I've been trying to feel better and get more motivated, and it worked for a while but I think I feel a funk coming on again. No matter, I'm probably just tired. I haven't been getting good sleep, which I'm in the process of fixing.

Once again, I wish you well,

Pink Anon

never apologize babe! i love the long messages, you know this! i am FINALLY feeling better. i don't feel outright sick anymore and for the first time in weeks i tested negative! i went and got some food yesterday and it was amazing. no work still, i'll be housewife-ing until i get more strength back and i kind of never want to do anything else ever again :/

not gonna split this one up because i'm just gonna answer all at once. i'm laaaazy sorry. as for the fic:

;)) and also :( :( :(( :( but mostly thank you ! i'm so sorry to like my readers in general right now because i've really been slinging the Angst around like it ain't shit, every fic is soul shredding. the never-ceasing torment in my soul is strong right now apparently. does it make you feel a little better that this is by far the saddest chapter in this... triad? trilogy? of these three fics, whatever you wanna call it. there's more painful stuff like for fucking sure but it's relatively run-of-the-mill Annie stuff. so like, more blatant lying to each other, some realizations, and then in p3 i was going to address... THE BEYTRAL! okay so maybe that's gonna hurt a lot, but i do think that this was a particularly rough fic. i've been rewatching season 1 and you really forget how scary the pure titans are and how traumatic that shit is. the smiling titan gave me nightmares for like, weeks, the first time i watched. trost arc is brutal and i wanted to embody that for everyone, especially since Annie is FRESH on that just-killed-Marco-guilt. i've wanted to write a fic like this for YEEEEAAAARRRRRSSSS so this felt good to publish. the idea of her being alone during her worst moments eviscerates me -- i would have been there for u babygirl.

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Okay so idk how many of y'all vaccinated but in case you aren't yet, or you're nervous about getting the vaccine, here comes a vaccinated person to give you some tips!

Firstly, I recommend, if you can, taking a dose of anxiety medication before going to your appointment. Don't worry, it won't affect the vaccine.

When you get to your appointment, the first thing they'll usually do, of course, is take your temperature, and either ask you or have you fill out a quick questionnaire regarding your general health. For example, have you noticed any symptoms possibly related to covid in the past few days, does somebody you know have or has had it, what allergies might you have, have you had a reaction to a vaccine before, etc. No big deal, these are just formalities.

Alright, so, you've filled out your papers, and you're getting ready to get your shot. It's totally okay to feel anxious at this point! Here are a few tips that might help you out, courtesy of your local anxious person.

One is breathing. Yes, I know, you've probably heard it too many times before, but this situation is a great one for breathing. Breathe in deeply, and when they put the needle in your arm, breathe out slowly, and relax. The less tense your muscles are, the less the shot will pinch! You can also try shaking out your arm and letting it go limp before the shot. I always do this when I need to be poked for something.

And here is a tip I actually got from my boyfriend's mother, who used to be a nurse herself. When they put the needle in your arm, wrinkle up your nose! Scrunch your face! By doing this, you're drawing your body's and your mind's attention away from the tension in your arm, because they're focusing on the tension in your face. Or if you need it, bring a stress ball, something to squeeze, and squeeze it with your free hand. And if you have to go as far as holding a nurse's hand or asking a loved one to come with you, that's 100% alright, too. This is a big deal to get this shot and if you're nervous to do it alone, that's alright! We all need a little help sometimes.

I'll admit, the needle really stung, but it was also over before I knew it! Once they're done with poking you, they'll give you a band-aid, and send you to a chair, where they'll have you sit and chill for about 15-30 minutes. This is just so they can keep an eye on you for a bit to make sure you don't have any severe reactions to the vaccine. And if you don't feel well, just flag down a nurse, and tell them what's going on. They'll help you right away.

And after those 15-30 minutes, you're done! All vaccinated! (Well, I only had to do this once, I got the Johnson&Johnson vaccine, but my mother and father got the Pfizer and these procedures were the same even when they were given their second dose.) But when you get home, I promise you that for the next 2 days at least, and 4 days at most, that you're gonna feel SHITTY. Do not panic. This is normal, and it means that the vaccine is working! You should feel all better in at least a week. But if it's been more than that and you still feel crappy, just call your doctor, and let them know you were recently vaccinated. They'll take care of you from there.

Okay, this was long, but for any of you that are worried or hesitant to get poked, I hope this helps! Please please please go get your shots, and don't be afraid! You can do this!

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Thank you ever so much for this!!!! This is so important and I really hope everyone who is offered the vaccine gets it. I can’t wait to get mine so I can get back out into the world properly without worrying so much about Corona. 

I’m not sure which country you’re in, but your account sounds almost exactly the same as how it’s being done here in the UK. 

Also about the effects it’ll have over the next few days, alot of people who I know that have had it have said the same as you regarding the pain in the arm and the feeling crap. But lots of people have also felt fine afterwards with hardly any effects. So just note that everyone is different and your body may react differently to it compared to others.

Thank you again 🌹 anon! 💜💜💜💜