#medical isolation

[georgiasedify]

Medical Isolation

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[mistress-light]

Alien Isolation • (dev. Creative Assembly 2014)

[kamkatzen]

sorry to be a ruvik apologist in 2024 😔 he got it tho

[pinkblanc]

[x]

[catwouthats]

MOTHER FUCKER BART SPENT ALL THOSE YEARS LOOKING FOR YOU!!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN????????

[tranquilsanatorium]

source

Negative-pressure room

[kenn-the-roach666]

I need to give vox a hug, a fluffy blanket, a forehead kiss, and homemade hot cocoa to make up for all the other things I did to him

[kxllerblond]

hitting up urgent care here in about an hour. three day fever and now neck stiffness so this is no longer a home remedy deal unfortunately. 100% caught this from work cuz its the only other place i go besides home uggggg

[askquarantinedredheart]

That all looks so scary to go through... Did you have anyone there to comfort you?

Content Warning: Medical procedures (specifically a thoracentesis here), needles, bodily fluids, and healthcare workers flirting like weirdos.

Volume 1: Isolation

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And the "How Redheart Got TB" flashback arc is finally finished! There's a couple of asks from folks that fit more as an "after story Q&A" so a good chunk of the next couple of posts will be answering those.

Quite a few posts in this arc generated quite a bit of interest in the blog so I also wanted to take this time to thank everyone who's been along for the ride so far! I've mentioned that this is very much a labor of love, especially now that I'm officially a third year medical student currently on rotations. It means a lot that folks are interested in this ask blog, even with my fairly garbage upload schedule aka "it'll be done when it's done." Thanks again everyone!

Ask from @ask-wizard-sunburst

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumptober No. 11

Seeing Double

Convenience Store // Loneliness // “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)

*~*~*~*~*

Whumpee stared blankly at the wall ahead of them. More specifically at the door of the basement, waiting for Whumper to return.

It was such a strange sensation; longing for the person who was torturing them to return so they wouldn’t have to feel this heavy, aching loneliness. This air-filled vacuum of nothing in their chest, in their bones, flooding them with absence. It chilled them to their core and left them wanting any semblance of human contact.

Even if that human contact was violent and terrifying.

Whumpee lifted their hands in front of their face. Their eyes acclimated to the darkness long ago, which meant they could see the thick, heavy cuffs locked around each wrist that was chained to the wall. It meant they could see the blood from their fingertips where Whumper pulled out their nails with a pliers for fun one day. The nail had only started to grow back recently.

It also meant they could see the spot of blood pooling around their bandage in their hand. Whumper would have to come down and change the bandage, right? Right?

Whumpee shuddered to remember how they got that wound. Whumper had come down in a particularly bright mood yesterday, or was it the day before? Time seemed to all meld into one continuous loop of moments in pain, without pain, recovering from pain. There were no seconds, minutes or hours for Whumpee anymore. Whumper had evolved that way of thinking long ago.

Whumper had clipped their cuffs together and unchained them, dragging them to their feet and over to an old school table. The ones that Whumpee had only seen in American television shows, where the table and chair are one unit. Whumper strapped Whumpee to the chair at the waist and then strapped their wrists down individually to the table.

“What— what are you doing today, sir?” Whumpee asked, voice hoarse, but not quiet enough to be able to hide their fear.

Whumper winked at Whumpee. “You’ll see.”

Whumpee watched as Whumper turned his back and walked to the cabinet that had all of Whumper’s favourite torture tools on hand to hurt Whumpee with. Whumpee tried in vain to pull their hands free from the leather straps locking them to the table. If they could get free… they’d still be too weak to escape Whumper. Whumper only fed them every once in a while. Enough to survive, but not enough to have energy to stay awake all day, nevermind escape.

Whumper came back with a hammer and a five inch nail. Whumpee realised that, looked down at the table, at their hands and back up to Whumper shaking their head.

“No, no. Sir, please! Please wait! Don’t, please.”

Whumper smiled his horrible smile. “Whumpee, come on. I learned today that apparently there’s a sliver of space between your nerves and bone in your hand and I want to try and make it through. It shouldn’t cause any harm, you shouldn’t need any physio after.”

“No, Whumper. Please. Not my hands.”

Whumper held up a finger. “Hand. Singular. I’ll do it on your non-dominant hand because I am so reasonable, how’s that?”

Whumpee wanted to protest. They wanted to cry and scream and call Whumper crazy, but a nail going through only one hand was actually a mercy for Whumper, one they weren’t about to spit back in his face.

“Whumpee.”

Whumpee winced at the tone, nodding like a bobblehead on a rickety road. “Yes sir. Thank y-you sir, that is so generous of you.”

Whumper smiled. “I know. Now, you’re a lefty right?”

Whumpee swallowed. “Y-yes sir.”

“Okay. Perfect. Now, just sit still and let me do all the work okay? And don’t tense cause then you could close up the hole and this won’t work.”

Whumpee nodded. They couldn’t suppress the violent shivers that tore through their body though, no matter how hard they tried. Whumper splayed Whumpee’s fingers and lined the nail up in the back of their hand, just down wind of the knuckles of Whumpee’s two middle fingers.

Whumpee bit their lip and screwed their eyes shut. “Whumpee,” Whumper chided and Whumpee’s eyes flew open. Whumper caught their terrified gaze in his, grinning at them. “I want you to watch.”

“But, but sir, I—” Whumpee screamed as Whumper slammed the hammer down on the nail, jerking their entire body forwards as they cried out in agony. White hot pain flashed behind their eyes as they jerked in the chair, their waist catching the strap keeping them tied to the seat with a gasp.

Whumper slammed the nail with the hammer again and Whumpee screamed until they descended into harsh sobs of pain mixed with begging, pleading for Whumper to stop.

“You can go more, Whumpee. Wiggle your fingers.”

Whumpee looked up at Whumper with a tear stained eyes, shaking their head. “Please, ple— please, no.”

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, his voice commanding. Whumpee flinched at the change in tone, their entire body trembling. “Wiggle your fingers so I can make sure you have full range of motion, or else I’ll have to recheck on your other hand.”

Whumpee bit their lip to stop themselves from crying out as they obeyed Whumper. They moved their index finger first and bone rub against bone that was beside the nail and they almost got sick, gagging instead as they forced the digit up and down.

Whumper grinned and nodded. “Good. Now the middle finger.”

“Whumper—” Whumpee began, but cut themselves off when Whumper shot them a hard look. They swallowed the plea and looked down at their hand, sucking in a deep breath. They got the middle finger a fraction up before a shriek of white hot pain flashed across their vision and their body bucked in their restraints.

Whumpee ripped their hands back on instinct, which would have torn their hand in two if Whumper didn’t grab their wrist and pin their hand down to the table. Whumper used the claw of the hammer to tilt Whumpee’s chin up so Whumper could look into their eyes.

“If you want to lose your hand Whumpee, that’s fine by me. Just keep disobeying me and you’ll get your wish.”

“I don’t— I can’t— it hurts,” Whumpee stammered, a cold sweat consuming their body and making their teeth chatter.

“It will hurt a whole lot more if I have to amputate it, won’t it?”

Whumpee’s eyes widened in panic. “Please, please no. Pl— please!”

“Then do as I say and calm — The fuck — down.”

Whumpee nodded because they couldn’t do much of anything else. Whumper waited patiently as Whumpee got their breathing under control. Their body still trembled slightly, but other than that they were as calm as could be expected.

“Good,” Whumper praised and patted Whumpee’s sweat soaked hair. “Very good. Now your ring finger.”

Whumpee’s eyes snapped open, but they knew there was no point in arguing the moment they met Whumper’s gaze. They just needed to get this over with so Whumper would take the nail out and bandage them up.

That was always their favourite part. When Whumper took the time to look after them after hurting them. When Whumper spoke like a human being and not an inhumane doctor. When Whumper would tell Whumpee about current events, or people he hated in work and Whumpee would listen and ask questions and Whumper wouldn’t chastise them for asking.

Whumpee moved their finger up and down and bit their tongue as they felt the bone scrap against metal and they tasted iron in their mouth as they struggled to keep their screams down in their chest.

“Good, Whumpee. Very good. How interesting.” Whumper murmured and pulled away. Whumpee let out a sigh of relief at that, because that meant Whumper’s curiosity was sated and that they would look after them now. They would het nice Whumper instead of the monstrous Whumper.

Surely he would come down and hurt Whumpee today, right? How long had it been? Hours? Whumpee tightened their hands into fists, lowering them to their side again to the jingle of chains. For now, all they could do was wait, and try to not let the toothy loneliness consume them.

*~*~*~*~*

Whumptober masterlist here

[ley-med]

I had a week long vacation not long ago, so I finally have enough energy to talk to non-medical friends once again. And I just realized once again, I'm not sure how to talk to them.

They tell me all the things they participated in, and I'm truly happy for them, all the while thinking I would never have half that much energy. They ask me how I am, I tell them I'm good, finally had a vacation. What did I do? Oh, literally nothing, tried to sleep off the worst of the exhaustion and tried to avoid interaction with other humans. How's work? You know, just the usual, it's good. It is good, and I love it, but how could I tell them all the horrors witnessed? That's right I don't, but what else do I have left to talk about? Most of my fun work stories are tainted with the shadows of tragedies... And unfortunately, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

So I just read their cheerful message and leave it on read, contemplating what to answer. And just hope they won't take offence to my agonizingly slow replies...

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

not to make angst out of a fucking gag but also thinking about the silly au rei in the final episode makes me think about how different rei would be if she didn’t have literally the worst dad ever. like, no, she probably wouldn’t have been the upbeat adhd whirlwind in the high school au lmao. but it does just make me think. because while all the pilots lives are incredibly marked by trauma, rei's the only one to have never had access to any sort of normal life. her entire personality and worldview is shaped from being isolated, groomed, and taught to see herself as a tool and not a person. and then i just get so sad that she never had any chance of a normal life where she could discover herself and what she is. she went from being abused and manipulated by gendō (which is made even worse with the implications certain scenes leave about their relationship) to becoming god. she never had any chance of living a normal life. and just like. fuck.

[dykedvonte]

Hey so from what I've heard about the plot of the game the crew believes that Curly was the one who crashed the ship after Jimmy told them, including Anya. But shouldn't she of all people know Jimmy isn't to be trusted?

I think it’s tensions and a sort of shock for why they blame Curly.

She knows Curly is reserved and holding back his feelings on life and his occupation. He zones out, clearly has self image issues and is dissatisfied with life if anything they heard at the party is to go by. He was in a clearly bad state of mind the entire expedition on top of being in a worse one when he ran to the cockpit to talk to Jimmy, someone she likely picked up on having a furthering negative effect on his mental state. Not to mention it was after telling him she told Jimmy alone the crash happened.

Anya likely didn’t just believe Jimmy but it was the only thing they had to go on. She likely was partially blaming herself in that moment for adding what she could only believe the final straw that broke the camels back with the added stress of her assault. It’s not uncommon that victims blame themselves for perceived adjacent events and questioning it would tie back into thinking of the cause which is thinking more of her assault from Jimmy. I feel like over time she stops as it’s not hard to realize nothing Jimmy does to anyone is indicative of their own character nor should the crash be considered her fault in anyway.

I honestly think her asking about it was the doubt she had it was actually Curly and why she likely forgave him for it with the whole “I’ll worst moments…” sentiment. Even if it was him she knew he didn’t do it out of something deeply selfish but a perceived last resort unlike Jimmy who only did it to escape accountability. I know it’s a very kind thought towards a man who didn’t do enough to help you and you can only believe tried to kill you all, but it’s combined with a sort of peace and comfort they clearly had beforehand with each other that is hard to shake.

My own personal take is that she ended it and tried to seal Curly off with her because she finally realized none of what Jimmy told them added up and it was likely him. Maybe she saw him snooping around for the gun or maybe it all just clicked in those last moments just like it did for Curly. She was already worried he’d try something and crashing the ship really isn’t out of that realm.

Knowing he’s just as violent and dangerous as ever and even willing to frame his friend that was doing so much for him, her actions were out of sympathy, acceptance and reclamation for both of them. Curly doesn’t deserve this even if he understands her fully now but she can’t open the case and he couldn’t possibly get enough pills down in time, perhaps it was the idea he’d know in his last few days or even hours Jimmy can’t hurt them anymore. She understands it’s really the only quick way out and she’s doing it so Jimmy gets no satisfaction and loses the control he had over them permanently. Like really he’s only keeping Curly alive to menace him and not harming Anya due to both a combo of power high/Swansea and Daisuke would likely flip on him if he tried shit whether they knew of the past assault or not.

These tangents aside, we don’t actually know how much the others truly believed Jimmy and how much was just going along with his bullshit. It’s all form his perspective so how much they actually where listening is from his understanding only so hey, maybe when Swansea and Anya where talking, it was about this too. I mean, Swansea basically calls Jimmy delusional when Daisuke dies so maybe he figured it out too and is kicking himself for not actually doing more about it.

[ask2ps]

i made interps of 2p liech and 2p swiss so many years ago but never posted em... not sure where the files are now. >__< but i finally am working on the new ones lol. i know that 2p swiss and 2p liech arent as popular, but theyre one of the few i have an Actual history planned out for.

tldr: the worlds ultimate paranoid germaphobe and his creepy little sister, who is armed with lysol wipes and also a Gun

[impzone]

anyone have recommendations of books that are about coping with mental illness? not even coping just like, works about being ill that make you feel seen. i'll take anything autobio, whether that's a novel, poetry, comic, or someone's personal blog.

[spockandawe]

So, I'm more than a little obsessed with a new danmei novel, 'Evil As Humans'! The setting and characters are great, but the author also has a FABULOUS talent for incredibly vivid and memorable descriptions of these wild scenes. I hope this is just the first of many art pieces for this book! It's been a hot minute since I was regularly doing art like this, so I'm still scraping the rust off, but this takes me back to ye olde late stage hs days, when I think my art was at its best. And this is just one early scene I bookmarked for illustration potential, and I'm not even done with the book yet! Unshaded lineart behind the cut, because as much as I love my lines, I'm pretty delighted and fascinated with how the shading made this one pop

Expect me to continue howling about this book at length, it's truly been rewiring my brain. That being said, I think this is the last time I plan to draw a perfectly normal and unremarkable cat 🤣

“Meow…”

As soon as Xie Baocai’s voice fell, a soft mew sounded.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strange booming sound in the air, like a scalpel cutting through skin, and suddenly a gap opened out of thin air in front of the window.

A grayish-yellow mucus dripped slowly down the gap, attracting sticky filaments in the air before melting silently into the floor. The fat, fleshy limbs drilled out like loaches, moving completely symmetrically from left to right. Within five seconds, the weird “flower” bloomed again.

The “flower’s center” was facing the three of them.

In the thick darkness, fourteen dots of red light flickered and would move from time to time.

The soft, fleshy limbs danced lightly in the room; their rhythm matched the beat of the heart. As the fleshy limbs “opened the screen”, brain-like folds glowed in the moonlight.

Xie Baocai stopped yelling and stared blankly at the behemoth stretching along the wall before gradually revealing a disdainful smile.

“Hahahaha. I thought it was something, but it turns out that bitch is still obsessed with raising cats…”