#knee implant surgery

[star-hospitals]

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[animeandcatholicism]

My biggest hot take

Is that, personally I believe that people should try to avoid body modification unless it's absolutely necessary and to accept themselves as they are.

Ultimately, you don't "fix" yourself by getting cosmetic surgeries and pumping yourself full of hormones or to alter your physical condition in order to achieve some perceived ideal that will "solve" your insecurities. The truth is, you have to accept yourself warts and all and nothing will magically solve that.

The only thing that you can control is how you respond to your own insecurities and often the way you do that is by confronting the reasons for that. Stop going onto social media and looking at people's "perfect lives" or consuming content that tells you what you need in order to be "happy". Talk to your friends and family, join a book club, an in person rpg group,go camping, somewhere that exposes you to the real side of life with as little bs as possible. Heck examine architecture and see how even in its flawed state it's still beautiful.

Understand that despite your flaws, insecurities and misgivings, you too are beautiful.

[keepontalking]

Guy complaining to the nurse about his knee pain and the nurse just brushing him off is giving me bad osteosarcoma flashbacks.

I know that Guy has a torn ACL and it is a common injury that can easily be fixed, but just hearing Guy plead for a break brings back the memories of screaming matches and desperate sobs

[sharma6]

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[trendtrackershq]

Exploring the Dominance of North America in the Knee Implants Market

Introduction:

The Knee Implants Market in North America stands as a beacon of innovation and growth within the global healthcare industry. With a robust healthcare infrastructure, technological advancements, and a high prevalence of conditions necessitating knee replacement surgeries, North America continues to lead the way in this critical sector.

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Understanding the Dynamics of the Knee Implants Market

Knee implants play a pivotal role in restoring mobility and improving the quality of life for millions of individuals suffering from knee-related ailments such as osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, and traumatic injuries. The market for knee implants encompasses a wide range of products, including total knee replacement (TKR) systems, partial knee replacement (PKR) systems, and revision knee systems, each tailored to meet specific patient needs and clinical requirements.

Factors Driving Market Dominance in North America

1. High Prevalence of Obesity

Obesity rates in North America, particularly in the United States, are among the highest globally. According to the Food Research and Action Center, 39.6 percent of U.S. adults are obese. Obesity places significant stress on the knee joints, accelerating wear and tear and increasing the likelihood of degenerative joint diseases. As a result, there is a substantial demand for knee implants to address the consequences of obesity-related joint damage.

2. Technological Advancements in Implant Design

North America is at the forefront of innovation in knee implant technology. Leading orthopedic companies based in the region continually invest in research and development to enhance implant materials, design geometries, and surgical techniques. Innovations such as personalized implants, 3D-printed implants, and advanced surface coatings contribute to improved patient outcomes, faster recovery times, and longer implant longevity.

3. Aging Population and Joint Degeneration

The aging population in North America is another significant driver of the knee implants market. As individuals age, they are more prone to developing degenerative joint diseases like osteoarthritis. Knee replacement surgeries offer an effective solution to alleviate pain, restore mobility, and enhance quality of life for older adults. The growing acceptance of surgical interventions among elderly patients further fuels market growth.

4. Healthcare Infrastructure and Accessibility

North America boasts a well-established healthcare infrastructure with advanced diagnostic facilities, skilled healthcare professionals, and robust reimbursement policies for orthopedic procedures. Access to quality healthcare services and the availability of state-of-the-art surgical techniques contribute to higher patient satisfaction and favorable surgical outcomes, thereby boosting the demand for knee implants.

5. Regulatory Environment and Quality Standards

Stringent regulatory frameworks and adherence to quality standards ensure the safety and efficacy of knee implants in North America. Regulatory bodies such as the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) and Health Canada oversee the approval and market clearance of orthopedic implants, maintaining high standards of patient safety and product reliability.

6.Patient Awareness and Education

Increased patient awareness about the benefits of knee replacement surgeries has contributed significantly to the growth of the knee implants market in North America. Patient education initiatives by healthcare providers and advocacy groups have helped demystify the surgical process, reduce stigma, and encourage timely intervention for knee-related conditions.

7.Healthcare Spending and Insurance Coverage

North America allocates substantial healthcare spending towards orthopedic surgeries, including knee implants. Comprehensive insurance coverage for orthopedic procedures ensures broader accessibility and affordability for patients seeking knee replacements. Favorable reimbursement policies and healthcare financing options further support market growth.

8.Emerging Trends in Minimally Invasive Surgery

The adoption of minimally invasive surgical (MIS) techniques for knee replacements is gaining traction in North America. MIS procedures offer several advantages, including smaller incisions, reduced recovery times, and minimized surgical trauma. As healthcare providers and patients alike recognize the benefits of MIS, demand for knee implants compatible with these techniques is expected to increase.

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9.Integration of Robotics and Navigation Systems

The integration of robotics-assisted surgery and advanced navigation systems is transforming the landscape of knee replacement surgeries in North America. Robotics technology enhances surgical precision, facilitates optimal implant positioning, and improves patient outcomes. Surgeons benefit from real-time feedback and enhanced visualization during procedures, contributing to the market's growth.

10.Research and Development Initiatives

North America remains a hub for research and development in orthopedic technologies and biomaterials. Academic institutions, healthcare facilities, and private sector companies collaborate on pioneering research initiatives to innovate knee implant materials, enhance implant longevity, and develop next-generation implant designs. Investments in R&D drive continuous advancements in orthopedic care and shape the future of knee replacement surgeries.

Market Outlook and Future Prospects

Looking ahead, the knee implants market in North America is poised for continued growth, driven by ongoing technological advancements, demographic trends, and increasing healthcare expenditure. The adoption of minimally invasive surgical techniques, coupled with advancements in implant materials and patient-specific customization, is expected to further propel market expansion.

Conclusion

The dominance of North America in the knee implants market underscores its leadership in orthopedic innovation and patient care. With a focus on addressing the healthcare needs of an aging population and leveraging cutting-edge technologies, the region continues to set benchmarks for surgical excellence and orthopedic advancements. As demand for knee implants rises, stakeholders across the healthcare spectrum are poised to collaborate on enhancing treatment outcomes and improving quality of life for patients undergoing knee replacement surgeries.

[siorasurgical-post]

5 Reasons You May Need Knee Replacement Surgery

Simple tasks like climbing stairs or getting out of a chair can become a struggle when knee pain takes hold. If you've tried everything from ice packs to medication and the pain persists, knee replacement surgery might be on the table. But is it the right decision for you? Let us see some of the common reasons why knee surgery may be the last resort. Find the Top Orthopedic Implant Companies in India to get an international range of knee replacement implants.

[softzenia-tech]

The Nix Healthcare Hospital in Greater Noida is the Health Star You Need

The Greater Noida is in the busy area of Delhi NCR, where quality and kindness come together to provide excellent health care. It is known as the best school in the area and is a shining example of health.

When it comes to orthopedic care, Nix Healthcare Hospital is one of the best. We promise that you will get personalized, high-quality medical care from our team of dedicated and highly trained orthopedic doctor in Greater Noida. After this point, our institution's commitment to greatness permeates every part of it.

What makes the hospital stand out as the best orthopedic hospital in Greater Noida? Along with state-of-the-art buildings and cutting-edge technology, every corner gives off an air of care and warmth. Nix Healthcare Hospital goes beyond being a place where machines work and becomes a sanctuary where everyone can start their journey to health together.

We're very happy to be more than just an orthopedic centre. The trauma centre at Nix Healthcare stand as the best hospital in Greater Noida is ready to handle emergency cases quickly and correctly. Knowing that we care about your well-being by having a tra Trauma centre in Greater Noida nearby shows that you will always have a reliable friend in an emergency.

We care about your health in more ways than just emergencies, though. Nix Healthcare Hospital is the best medical facility in Greater Noida and can help with all of your health needs. We make sure that your health is in good hands by skillfully combining our knowledge with compassion. We are experts in both simple and difficult procedures. Nix Healthcare Hospital is the place to go for an amazing healthcare experience. Your path to health starts here, where caring care meets outstanding orthopedic care. Allow us to help you get to a better state of health and happiness. Your health and safety is our top priority at Nix Healthcare Hospital; we will always put you first.

[drsimonthomas]

Dr. Simon Thomas is one of the best Joint Replacement Surgeon in Delhi. He leads the arthroplasty team at the prestigious Sehgal Neo Hospital, Paschim Vihar at New Delhi. He and his team have been extensively trained at various centres of excellence in India and abroad including Germany, Korea, and Singapore. He specialises in Primary and Complex Joint Replacement of Knee, Hip, Shoulder and Elbow with experience of more than 10,000 joint replacements with excellent results. He is one of the few surgeons in India who have been trained to do revision joint replacement surgeries with more than 1000 complex revisions under his belt. Revision of infected joints is there forte and they have salvaged numerous such joints which have been deemed unsalvageable.

[medicaljournals1]

If your knee is significantly injured due to arthritis or injury, you may find it difficult to do simple activities like walking or climbing stairs. You may even have discomfort when sitting or lying down.

If nonsurgical therapies, such as drugs and walking aids, are no longer effective, you may wish to consider complete knee replacement surgery. Joint replacement surgery is a safe and successful technique for relieving pain, correcting leg deformity, and allowing you to return to regular activities.

The knee is made up of the thighbone's lower end (femur), the shinbone's higher end (tibia), and the kneecap (patella). The ends of these three bones are protected by articular cartilage, a smooth material that allows the bones to move freely within the joint.

Between the femur and tibia lie the menisci. These C-shaped wedges serve as shock absorbers for the joint.

Huge ligaments connect the femur and tibia and give stability. The knee is supported by the lengthy thigh muscles.

A thin coating called the synovial membrane covers all of the remaining surfaces of the knee. In a healthy knee, this membrane secretes a fluid that lubricates the cartilage, lowering friction to practically nil.

[sirfrogsworth]

I would like to lodge a few complaints about this perfectly designed body of mine.

Also, NO CHANGES ALLOWED!

No breast implants.

No cosmetic surgery.

No tattoos.

No knee replacements.

No heart transplants.

No fucking hair dye, Deb.

[ruiniel]

What You Choose

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader

Count: 2K

Rating: T (M later)

Part I

Summary: Rengoku survives the fight with Akaza, but some battles are not so straightforward.

Tags & Warnings: Rengoku lives AU, blood, injury, death, pining, angst, second person POV, demon slayer!reader, tsuguko!reader, Rengoku POV, eventual smut

Author Note: I am not OK and will never be OK about *waves hands* all that, so this is now a multichapter story.

II.

“Once again, you’re a guest in my healing ward.”

Kocho Shinobu speaks softly, as is her manner. She's seated by his bed with the afternoon sun shining gently on her features, highlighting the amethyst in her hair and eyes.

“I seem to be the only one,” Rengoku replies, looking at the empty infirmary. He’s still bedbound and can barely move his limbs. It hurts to breathe more often than not, and there’s a dull ache where his left eye used to be.

Her kind smile never falters as Kocho looks at the liquid in the syringe she’s preparing. Rengoku always admired her decision to honor her late sister this way, by holding on to that smile Kanae loved so much. After all, everyone has a keepsake of their loved ones in their heart, driving them forward. Memories, moments, words that hone one’s spirit and meld with determination, acting as a guiding light in the darkest places. He knows this all too well. 

“At least you won’t be lonely during your convalescence, those three have been coming here every day, even before you’d awoken.” She giggles, seeking a vein in his arm. 

Oh, of course… young Kamado… the boar lad, the yellow-haired boy. All of them gifted, resilient, and unwavering. He’d promised to train them, but…

That was… before. 

Another image appears before his mind’s eye, drenched in fog—you, running towards him. He, ordering you not to interfere. “Kocho. Tell me, please. How long before I can leave this bed? What is lost, what can I regain?” 

She sets the used syringe aside on a tray, then places her hands on her knees. “My, my, impatient already?” 

Rengoku tries a smile of his own, though it hurts the muscles in his face. If not for the strong sedatives and painkillers administered to him since he regained consciousness, he imagines he’d be squirming in pain. “I want to self-assess myself. Besides…I have promises to keep.” 

She understands. He knows she does. The Insect Hashira gazes out the window, and a small sigh leaves her chest. “Your fatal injuries have been healed by the peculiar blood demon art of young Kamado’s sister.”

He nods. Remarkable. He thought that would be his last battle, and he’d have passed without regret into the land of Yomi. Nevertheless, his gratitude is boundless.

“... your muscle and organ tissue has regenerated and there was no internal bleeding. However, there is still some damage to several vertebrae in your spine, severe trauma to your head I’ve not fully assessed yet, and you have eight fractured ribs.”

“Hah, I can feel them, too! I miscalculated by one, I thought there were seven.”

She looks his way, with that odd expression people sometimes have when he sounds unreasonably high-spirited. He supposes not everyone shares the same outlook, and that’s all well. But what use is there to bow down in dismay and accept the worst life throws my way? 

“Your left eye was smashed, and irrecoverable,” Kocho goes on. “We removed it with surgery and placed an implant inside to fill the empty eye socket. The recovery period in these cases is typically a year, as now you must adapt to your monocular status. But this also depends on the individual, and… this might mean alterations to your fighting style, of course.” She rises and picks up the tray. “I’m convinced that with time, you can return to a state allowing you to perform your duties. For now, please rest, that is a foremost priority.”

My friend, you know all too well that time is never on a demon slayer’s side. “Thank you, Kocho.”  She is right, though: he does feel exhausted, as though he’d climbed a mountain without rest or ever reaching the summit. Expected, though bothersome.

“We’ll do our best to help your recovery. Aoi will return later to change your bandages,” Kocho adds.

Rengoku turns his head as Kocho greets someone on her way out, and sees you, standing in the doorway. “Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You heard?”

You nod, nearing the bed. “Ms. Kocho told me of it all while you were asleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head in bemusement. “What ever for?”

“Because, I won’t be able to help with your training for a while.”

You’ve been at his side often. While in a coma, even if he couldn’t react, even if his body wouldn’t listen, he knew you were there. The thought is a warm one, a foreign sensation: different from the heat bursting in his body during a fight. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to your visits even now, to see how you’re faring, to hear the latest news on the Corps.

“No,” your voice brings him out of his thoughts, “but that does mean I can help you. When you’re ready, that is,” you add quickly. “With rehabilitation training.” 

“Of course!” The fatigue in his body is stubborn, clinging to him like heavy wet wool. “And… I don’t believe I’ve told you this yet: I’m happy you returned safely.”

You look away, appearing utterly miserable. It confuses him. Rengoku’s seen that shadow in his father’s eyes countless times, so often he can’t stand it: self-loathing.

“Forgive me, Master. I should have been able to do more, after all you strived to teach me. I… I could barely be of any use.”

But you were there, you helped protect all those people. You did your part. “You were unflinching, fast, and aided those who needed it precisely like I taught you. You are rank Kinoe, and what's your demon kill count?”

“Thirty-two.”

“There… now that I think about it, even without further guidance from me or anyone else, you’ll make Hashira soon! Our numbers are dwindling while demon activity increases. You’ve seen it. This is a struggle that needs all of us.” Rengoku pauses. The word ‘need’ felt odd coming from his mouth. But the statement is true. Why does it feel incomplete when he says it to your face?

You look down at your hands. “How can you do it?”

He blinks, frowning. “Do what?”

“Be so supportive and encouraging even when you’re lying broken in an infirmary bed. Sometimes… sometimes you are so very strange, Master.”

You do say that to him often, though less so than before. A smile trembles on your lips—it took you a long time to smile again, he recalls. 

“I merely speak the truth…” He can barely stay awake. The slow drip of liquid in the IV infusion is magnified, drowning out all other sounds, and your face becomes hazy as he drifts away.

Three years prior

The path of blood leads straight into the farmhouse, looking as though someone had been dragged inside by force.

His eyes narrow, and he centers his breaths as he walks forward with his blade drawn. The silence of the glade is eerie, the reek of decay nauseating in the heat of this humid summer.

Soon, he stands on the threshold. Two, there might be two of them. Near the farmhouse is a toolshed, he’ll look there next. Rengoku covers his mouth with his sleeve, eyes closing in pain.

The bodies lie there, some with scattered limbs. This was a family, no doubt about it. The brutality of the mutilation makes his stomach turn, but Rengoku steels his resolve, extending his senses for any hint of the entity’s presence: there is none. He sheathes his katana and enters the space proper. Three hours until dawn.

He descends to one knee, finding the fireplace in the middle is out, but the ashes are still warm. The tatami mats are sticky and stained dark. This all transpired recently. He reaches out a hand, touches an inert arm: not yet cold. Too late, I am too late. But I’ll find you, wherever you are, you damn beasts. 

It’s only due to his reflexes, honed with endless hours of training, that he turns around fast enough, leaping backward before the descending attack.

At first, he thinks it’s the demon, his katana at the ready.

“Don’t you dare touch them!” 

He pauses, nearly too late in avoiding the second strike. A girl’s voice, a human’s heartbeat. His arm shoots out, catching the wooden staff in a strong grip. 

You’re panting, eyes wild and glimmering in the moonlit night. “Let—go!”

“Wait, I’m not an enemy!” he says, taking a better look at you, still holding your makeshift weapon even as you try to wrest it from his hand. 

“How do I know that! Demon!” Your voice is hoarse. Half your face is caked in drying blood, and there must be multiple injuries on your body judging by the torn clothing and the widening dark stains. 

“I’m not a demon,” he speaks calmly but urgently. “I hunt them. Please, they may still be close.”

You jerk your chin towards a corner of the room. “I had him… I don’t need you. Get out of my home!” you yell, more desperate with each word. “Get out, get out, get out!”

Another body lies there in the dark, slitted pupils dark against its milky eyes. The head had been nearly completely crushed. Rengoku freezes in disbelief. You did this? Alone? “Wait, you don’t understand, there’s another—”

A loud crash severs his words as the ceiling collapses, and he barely has time to leap forward, catch you in his arms, and throw himself outside. He rolls onto the ground, pain erupting in his left shoulder with the impact. When he opens his eyes you’re there, safely held against him, face tearstained and body rigid with shock.

But there’s no time to explain further—he feels it. The gurgle of inhuman hunger as a figure emerges from the wreckage of the farmhouse, eyes fixed on them. It does not speak, but growls in hunger; it must be of the feral kind, no reasoning left as the transformation rotted its memories. 

Rengoku rises, changing his stance. “Stand back,” he urges, looking over his shoulder at you as you struggle with your own body. He looks back ahead, grinds his teeth, his breathing attuned to his thought. 

First Form: Unknowing Fire.

It doesn’t last long. He’s been running from mission to mission, dispensing with different kinds of fiends, and this was yet another run in a long chain that will only end with his own life. 

Once the head is removed, the battle is over. Sometimes there is someone left to check on after the fact; often, there isn’t. But now, Rengoku hurries towards you, descending and slipping a hand under your back, aiding you to sit. “Where are you hurt?”

“Thank you,” you say instead, eyes glazing over. He hopes the Kakushi will get here soon. You point towards your ruined home. “Set it ablaze… please.” 

“Hey, hey, stay awake!” Rengoku urges even as your body turns heavier and your eyes roll back. 

He expected this to come. Kneeling and with his forehead pressed to the ground he sits still, prostrated before the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. 

A voice like the lull of spring reaches him, setting his worries aside. In his heart, he thinks he’s done what is right.

“Rank Kinoe Rengoku Kyojuro, you are summoned to explain why you have brought a non-combatant to headquarters, instead of having the Kakushi transport them to a civilian hospital.”

“Master, the girl shows extraordinary potential. Her family has been murdered by demons, and yet she managed to fell one before I arrived, alone, despite grievous wounds and bloodloss. Forgive me if I overstepped, but I believe…” 

“Go on.”

“I believe once her body heals and her focus returns, she will join the fight. I believe she will want to. If I'm wrong, I accept all consequences.”

“You sound fairly convinced of this, young Rengoku,” says Ubuyashiki Kagaya. “Though there is no reason to know for certain one way or the other.”

He stays quiet, his heart raging in his chest. It will all depend on you, of course. You may want to have nothing to do with this. 

“But… you’ve not failed us thus far. I will allow it.”

“Gratitude, Master.” And then, almost in the same breath, “If she chooses this, I will guide her myself.”

TBC

[clarepreed]

Micro-Story: Faulty

Story Content and Summary: 1,750 words. Micah's wife succumbs to a fault in a futuristic prosthetic heart. No EMS. On-site resuscitation.

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Fuck!

The way she fell, first stiffening, then going boneless and collapsing in a heap before he could reach her. The way she fell, her face slack and her eyes rolling back. The way she fell pulled a silent curse from him, one he kept repeating as he skidded to his knees beside her, the accidental impact of his body rocking hers in the dirt.

“FUCK!” Micah finally shouted, losing control, his hands shaking as he reached for her, already knowing what was wrong as his fingers pressed into her neck.

Goddamn artificial heart. First mass-produced cardiac replacement piece of shit!

The artery beneath his fingers lay still, and her light eyes stared half-lidded up at him, even as her mouth slanted open and her lungs stuttered air.

Recalled.

He unzipped her coat and spread it wide, then dug in his pocket for his knife, flipping it open. Her hands curled, body shaking as her brain freaked the fuck out at the sudden lack of oxygenated blood. Micah sliced his blade through the collar of her t-shirt, then tossed his knife to the side and gripped her shirt with both hands. The shirt tore down to her navel and he spread the fabric wide open, reaching next for the small, rectangular lump just below her collarbone and above the cups of her lavender bra.

Recalled, and a fucking waiting list…

He pressed the center of the implant, just like he’d pantomimed with her before, when he’d printed the reset instructions from the manufacturer’s website. This time, he felt a button click, depressing firmly and then popping back up beneath his fingers.

“Come on, Gretchen,” he breathed, quiet now as he reached for the butterfly clasp of her bra. He popped it open as she gave another rattling agonal breath, quickly spreading the cups and sliding his fingers down to the tiny display implanted laterally. The miniature monitor glowed red, awakening with the activation of her reset button. He pressed the center of the glowing light three times, initiating the reset sequence.

Stay calm! the instructions had advised. The heart WILL restart!

“I’ve got you,” Micah gasped, his hands skimming over her chest and settling low on her sternum, along the line of her first surgery scar.

Okay. I have to be her heart and lungs until the device restarts. 

He linked his fingers, rolled his shoulders over his hands, and started pumping.

“One, two, three…”

His mind flashed back to the little practice mannequin he’d bought and subsequently worn out in the basement where she couldn’t see him desperately trying to learn. Terrified that one day, before she could get in to surgery, her replacement heart would glitch out and take Gretchen away from him forever. 

What good is a heart that resumes beating ten, twenty, forty-five minutes later if her brain is dead?

“…thirty!” Micah leaned down and quickly tipped her head back before pinching her nose closed and drawing a deep breath. Strands of her silken hair clung to her face and his fingers as he gripped her jaw with his other hand. He held her mouth open and covered her lips with his, exhaling, watching her chest rise out of the corner of his eye. Micah broke the seal and felt his recycled air waft over his face before giving her a second.

He returned to her chest, his voice shaking as he started counting. Gretchen’s ribcage sank and her breasts wobbled as he worked, the force rocking her head from side to side. Each time he pressed down, her navel popped up in a harsh seesaw motion. Her shoulders shrugged rhythmically, body bending to the force of his love.

“Huh, huh, huh…” Breathless sounds slipped from her parted lips as he reached thirty again.

Her soft mouth beneath his felt lifeless, already cool to the touch of his overheated skin. Another breath, her cheeks rounding out, neck swelling slightly as the breath made its way down her airway. Micah turned, quickly getting back into position for compressions, his hands skimming her smooth skin as he found his landmark.

“One, two, three…” Her breast felt soft under his fingers as the heel of his stacked hands thrust into her. Her nipples, erect in the cool autumn air, pointed briefly inward with each hard compression. Oblong tracks appeared in the dirt beneath her slim-fingered as her body danced to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“…twelve, thirteen…”

Her brainstem stopped trying to make her breathe as her eyes locked on nothing, already glassy with death. Shadows gathered beneath her eyes.

“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…”

A glance down toward her feet showed him that her entire body twitched with each thrust, legs rocking, toes drawing little circles in the air.

“Please, Gretchen!” he begged, before giving her another deep breath. Her breasts swelled once, twice. His eyes darted to the illuminated display in her side as he resumed chest compressions. One line, regular and jagged, represented his chest compressions. The second line, however, lay flat. Asystole.

“…nine, ten, eleven, twelve…”

Micah rocked into her chest, forcing himself to work as perfectly as he was capable, judging his compression depth with a critical eye and keeping the rhythm going as he counted. Each harsh thrust forced her sternum to squeeze blood from the useless artificial organ. As he pressed, her belly rounded against the waistband of her leggings, the hollow of her navel riding the crest of each wave. Sunlight stretching through the canopy dappled her body, leaves rustling as he shifted on his knees. A snoring sound abruptly emitted from Gretchen’s throat.

“…Christ! Thirty!” He sucked in a breath and covered her mouth with his, closing her nostrils just in time. Again, the air puffed out her cheeks and throat visibly. A thin string of saliva pulled between them as he broke the seal long enough to let her body exhale. Micah pressed his lips to hers again and gave her another breath. Then his hands slammed back into the center of her chest, fingers quickly linking. “One, two, three, four…”

“Hurk, huh, huh, hurk…”

“…nine, ten…” Her chest popped, the sensation crackling under his palm. He kept at it, watching her sternum and ribcage sink and bob beneath the strength of his pumping arms as he hoped, begged, that his effort was good enough.

“…sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…” Watching the wave of force ripple down her abdomen, eyes burning, he choked back the tears that threatened to fall.

Let this be enough. Let me be enough…

As he bent for mouth-to-mouth, he thought of her that morning, legs spread wide beneath him, mouth ripe for the taking, skin so soft as he stroked her. Now, she lay lifeless beneath him, her mouth slack and her eyes staring as he forced air into her silent lungs. The flat line on her prosthetic monitor haunted him as he shifted back over her bruised, motionless chest. Panic threatened to overwhelm him, even as the sensation of her body softening under his hands sent a wave of nausea rolling through him.

“…nine, please just start beating, fuck, come on! PLEASE! Fifteen, sixteen…” Micah worked desperately, letting his weight fall into his hands. She made abortive grunts as he thrust down into her chest, air escaping her lungs in harsh wheezes. “…twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty—”

BEEEEEEEP! An artificial sound cut through his panic.

“Gretchen?!” Micah leaned closer, hands shifting to frame the heart prosthesis screen. The chest compression line disappeared, but beneath it, where the flatline had been…

A rhythm!

“Gretchen!” Micah lunged, planting his hands to either side of her head. Her face tipped slightly to the side, skin ashen, eyelids slightly lifted. He moved one hand to her face, patting her cheek gently at first, then harder. “Honey? Gretchen!” Micah’s eyes trailed over her mottled chest, looking for signs of life. Despite her beating heart, Gretchen remained completely still. 

He moved a hand over her mouth, suspicion leading him to feel for breath that apparently wasn’t coming. Fear made him shiver as he bent to open her airway and tip his ear close to her pale lips. He hovered there, silently counting out the seconds as the dead air spread between them. 

With a groan of anguish, Micah crashed his mouth into hers, the angle of his face blocking her nostrils as he filled her lungs, pressure forcing a buzz of air out of the corners of their mouths. He pulled back enough to feel the air drift across his face, remembering then to pinch her nose. His eyes grazed the display embedded into her side, reassuring himself that the artificial heart still beat. Then he gave her another breath, the fingers of his other hand gently stroking the soft skin of her throat as it expanded beneath his fingertips.

“Please, Gretchen…” His plea came out quiet and broken. “I was right here. I helped you. Please!”

Another breath. His mind filled with awful thoughts. Gretchen dead, Marcus forced to sign paperwork to remove the heart surgically prior to her burial. Gretchen in long-term care, unable to recognize him or care for herself. His Gretchen, dead as her body lived. His eyes grew wet as he exhaled a fourth breath. 

As he broke the seal, Gretchen flinched beneath him and sucked in a shallow, ragged breath. Micah gasped and cupped her face with both hands, watching as her eyelids fluttered. “That’s it, Gretchen! Just breathe! You’re okay. I love you, you’re okay!” He shook with relief, his eyes blurring with tears as she coughed and gasped and moved her hands weakly. She curled them onto her chest, covering the redness there and letting out a soft groan.

Micah brushed her hair back from her face and then covered her hands with his. “I’m sorry. I know you’re in pain. Just open your eyes for me so I know you’re alright.”

Gretchen complied, her eyelids peeling open. She blinked several times before her eyes focused, latching on to his own. “Micah,” she whispered, barely audible. 

Micah shuddered and curled over her, pressing his forehead to hers and choking out: “Thank you… Thank you! Oh, I love you…”

“Love you…” she wheezed. “S’okay…”

His fingers threading in her hair, Micah wept.

[anexperimentallife]

We should find out soon if I need bone grafts and/or implants for my mouth. It will depend on whether I have enough inner jawbone left to retain regular dentures (they're making another set now to see if they can adjust them enough to stay in)--If not, we have to figure out if there's enough bone left for four implants (to hold dentures in), and whether that would be cheaper than the bone graft surgery (or if BOTH are needed--because the worst bone loss is RIGHT where the rear implants would need to go).

The good news is that my oral surgeon is offering to discount the surgery by quite a bit if it is needed, so it'd only take me maybe five or so years to save up the cash for it, assuming no other emergencies in the meantime and I let my other surgeries slide.

Honestly, if we can get this and my throat surgery taken care of within the next year or two, my hip, knee, and (possible) spine surgeries can wait. Yeah, it's a lot of pain, and I have to curtail walking activities, but I can get around on my cuff crutches most of the time as long as I don't overdo it.

It's frustrating, though, because if the contract to adapt my story to a game hadn't been canceled, AND if El's birth certificate error (which left her stateless) hadn't coincided with a pandemic and cost us our entire savings PLUS donations to correct, AND if I hadn't had COVID FOUR FUCKING TIMES, AND if COVID/Long COVID hadn't fucked up my eye and heart and immune system and general health so much, we'd be so much better off financially and health-wise.

We're fine for day-to day stuff; no worries about rent or groceries or anything like that, even with paying off all the debt from the birth certificate/citizenship snafu (Long story short: We're both US citizens, but had our daughter here in the Philippines, and a birth certificate screw-up left her stateless just as our visas were expiring and in need of a renewal trip, meaning it cost a LOT to be able to stay in-country with her until we could get that sorted so she could travel with us).

It's just the stuff that requires several hundred (or in some cases thousands) of dollars up front that fucks us up. Like, all my oral stuff is cash only, because you can only really use a credit card for most medical/dental stuff here if you're admitted to a hospital as an inpatient. No, I don't know why. So I can probably put my throat and other surgeries on credit cards, but we have to pay down our debt more before I'm comfortable doing that.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Study Bunny (Prodigal Son One-Shot)

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: You ride Martin's thigh.

CW: daddy kink, medical talk, possessive behaviour(ish)

Prodigal Son: @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Martin was far too perceptive for his own good, you thought. He always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking even before you did. It was a little uncanny, to be completely honest. If this was the twenty-four hundreds or something, you would have been concerned that he’d implanted thought reader chips in your head or something. 

“Oh, my dear,” he’d said one day when you’d questioned him about his ability to know what you were thinking- not about the chips. “I’m just exceptionally good at reading people.” 

You weren’t really sure whether it was people in general, or just you. He did spend an awful lot of time with you, after all. It made sense he’d get used to you enough to read your face. 

Anyway, you were thinking about all this while perched in his lap in his study. Martin was peering over some anatomical diagrams in preparation for a surgery he had in the morning. You’d been planning to leave him alone to his study, but you had found yourself in his lap somehow anyway. That sort of thing had a tendency to happen, you’d noticed. 

What could you say? Martin was a convincing man. And quite cuddly. How could one resist such temptation? 

“Dear, you’re staring again,” Martin commented without looking at you. You blinked twice, clearing your brain from the fog that had been seeping through the corners. 

“Was I? Sorry,” you replied sheepishly, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Martin chuckled, and you saw his cheek muscles move with his smile. He sighed and put the paper down on the desk. He turned his attention towards you and placed both his hands on your hips. 

Your breath hitched ever so slightly, and the sharpening of Martin’s gaze let you know that he did not fail to notice it either. 

“Mm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting. You know, I’ve noticed you tend to have heightened feelings of arousal and hormone spiking around the mid-month mark.” 

You blinked. Did you? 

“Yes, my dear. Interesting, I know.” 

You felt his fingertips press a little harder into your hips, and the resulting whimper it pulled out of you was as embarrassing as it was telling. Martin chuckled- a wolf’s grin on his lips, and dragged your hips just slightly against his thigh. 

You bit your lip, taking the initiative and rocking yourself ever-so-slightly against his thigh. Martin grinned wider if that were possible, and leaned back in his chair so he could appreciate the sight in front of him. 

You rolled your hips harder, delighting in the jolt of pleasure ricocheting up your spine. Martin let out what could only be a possessive growl and pushed his knee up for you to rut against. 

“That’s it. Fuck, my love. Stunning,” he grunted, voice like gravel. “Watching you fuck yourself on my thigh like this? Fucking gorgeous, my dear.” 

You whimpered, pleasure shooting up your nerve endings and setting you alight. Your muscles were aching with strain, but the pleasure far outweighed the delicious stretch and burn. 

Martin started bouncing his knee, sending jolts of pleasure into the mix, giving you a different sensation to take your ecstasy from. 

“Mm, maybe I’ll have to conduct a little study on you- when do you reach your hormonal cycles? How do we measure when they’ll be coming up?” Martin leaned in to whisper darkly in your ear, saying, “when are you most pathetic for my cock? Hmm? Yes, I know, dear. Pathetic little thing just wants to cum.” 

You were getting close now, having him speak to you like this and with his hands on your hips rocking you against him- you would never have lasted long, anyway.

“Would you like that? Daddy’s little study bunny? Oh, look at you. Yes, I know,” he growled possessively, eyeing you hungrily, all thoughts of his upcoming surgery forgotten. “Fucking cum for me, my love.” 

And cum you did, whimpering and moaning as your hips jerked against him erratically, releasing with such vigour that your whole body shook atop him- much to his delight. 

“That’s it. Oh, my good little dove.” 

You panted, dropping your head back onto his shoulder and letting out a giggle as the endorphins flooded your system. 

“Fuck, I love you,” you panted. 

“I love you, too, my dear,” Martin replied, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead and turning back to pick his papers back up. 

“I’ll just finish these notes and we can retire for the night,” he said, already losing himself in the papers. You nodded, yawning tiredly. 

“Sounds good to me, beloved.”

[whumpily-ever-after]

Circle: Two Worlds Connected Whump List

Summary: A show told in two parts, one in 2017 and the other in 2037. In 2017, Kim Woo Jin and his twin brother Beom Gyun are on different paths. Woo Jin is a dedicated college student, while his brother is determined to find the alien who disappeared with their father when they were young. Even with those differences, the brothers are close and determined to protect each other as the only family they have. But when students begin dying, the two are thrown into a mystery that threatens their lives. In 2037, people’s emotions are controlled by a chip in their necks, but not everyone believes in the goodness of this invention. A detective, Kim Joon Hyuk, is determined to discover the secrets of the past and the true motives of those controlling the chips.

Genre: Thriller, mystery, sci-fi

Country: South Korea

Year: 2017

Watch it on: Tubi

Warning: Some cases in this show deal with su*cide.

Spoilers ahead...

Whumpee: Kim Woo Jin played by Yeo Jin Goo

Episode 1: Pushed against a wall | crying, concerned for his brother

Episode 2: None

Episode 3: Grabbed by his jacket, punched in the face, in a fight, worried about his missing brother, cut on his cheek, blood on corner of mouth

Episode 4: None

Episode 5: Concerned for his brother, emotional

Episode 6: Crying

Episode 7: Gun pointed at his head, forced to walk, gun pointed at his back, scared

Episode 8: Scared, grabbed by the shoulders, told he has to find something or his brother will suffer | crying | scratched on the face, upset after an encounter with his grandma with dementia | punched in the face, hit in the back, kicked in the stomach, falls to the ground, grunting in pain, forced to stand, punched in the face, falls to the ground, coughing, punched in the face, kicked repeatedly, blood on his face, finds his brother, crying

Episode 9: Face covered in blood, crying, holding his brother in his arms

Episode 10: Crying

Episode 11: Grabbed by his shirt, choked, coughing, betrayed | manhandled | chased, gun pointed at his forehead, forced to his knees, held in place, chased, hit by a car, wakes up in a locked room | (2017) in the hospital, oxygen mask, doctor says his organs are failing | (2037) learns he is a clone

Episode 12: Manhandled | thrown into a room, taunted, told he was abandoned | manhandled, forced to his knees, gun pointed at his head

Whumpee: Kim Beom Gyun played by Ahn Woo Yeon

Episode 1: Worries he might be crazy, emotional

Episode 2: In the hospital, injured leg, scrape on his face

Episode 3: Locked in a room in an abandoned building

Episode 4: Locked in a room, struggling against someone trying to drug him, hair grabbed, drugged, passes out

Episode 5: Manhandled | forcibly taken away in the back of an ambulance, bloody hand

Episode 6:  Locked in a room, grabbing his head in pain, bleeding from his nose

Episode 7: Grabbing his head in pain, bleeding from the nose, scared, grabbing his head, knocked into a wall, falls to the floor, unconscious | (flashback) tied to a chair (rope)

Episode 8: None

Episode 9: Held in his brother’s arms, blood on his face, helped to walk, on a stretcher | losing his memories

Episode 10: Given a sedative, nearly kidnapped

Episode 11: Has a seizure | in the hospital, shocked, given CPR | has surgery

Episode 12: None

Whumpee: Kim Joon Hyuk played by Kim Kang Woo

Episode 1: None

Episode 2: Hand on his head, groaning in pain, painful flashes of memory

Episode 3: Nightmare, holding his head | punched in the face, blood on his lip | emotional, says he has no memory of who he is

Episode 4: Emotional | crying

Episode 5: Crying

Episode 6: At gunpoint, shot with a dart, dizzy, falls to the floor, unconscious, dragged away, carried on someone’s back, nearly has a chip implanted in his neck, rescued

Episode 7: Emotional | crying

Episode 8: At gunpoint

Episode 9: Told his brother is still alive, in a fight, chased | told his brother was killed

Episode 10: Crying | at gunpoint, held against a wall, locked in a room

Episode 11: Reunited with his brother, emotional, pain in his head, flash of memory | learns his brother is a clone | crying

Episode 12: None

Whumpee: Lee Ho Soo played by Lee Gi Kwang

Episode 1: None

Episode 2: In a chokehold

Episode 3: Grunting in pain, hand on his forehead, stumbling, grunting in pain, hand on his forehead, breathing heavily | stumbling, using a wall to hold himself up, hand on his forehead, bleeding from his nose, scared | pushed against a wall, emotional

Episode 4: Emotional

Episode 5: At gunpoint, hold his head in pain | bleeding from his nose

Episode 6: Pain in his head, shaking, memories returning

Episodes 7-9: None

Episode 10: Pushed against a car, manhandled | single tear, forced to sit

Episodes 11-12: None