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alkali1 · 1 year ago

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Fantasy Maternity Ward

It had been a relatively quiet day at the maternity ward, but all of Dr. Ixia's hope of going home on time vanished when she heard the anguished screams of the petite elven woman being carried into the delivery room by her hulking orc husband. Half-orc deliveries were almost always a drawn-out, tortuous affair, and with the three-year length of elven pregnancies, the mother would surely need a lot of time and assistance to squeeze out the 60-70 pound toddler currently cramming its way through her overdilated cervix.

The nurse briefed the goblin OBGYN on the patient's status: "She's carrying a singleton, half-orc 163 weeks pregnant, and nearly fully dilated." The doctor's eyes widened at hearing how long the pregnancy had been. Elves usually couldn't handle bearing interspecies babies the full three years, but this woman had gone severely overdue. She shuddered thinking about the sheer size of the baby, and whether her body could even stretch enough to accommodate it.

The patient was helped into the birthing bed, her feet strapped up into the stirrups. Her breasts, sagging low with milk, were pushed up into her face by the enormity of her womb, which dominated the rest of her body. From Ixia's low angle it looked like it could be the size of the rest of her combined. The elf's straining, barrel-sized belly shifted back and forth as the strong, overdeveloped child confined within writhed, desperate to be born.

The doctor reached into the patient's swollen pussy to examine her cervix. She found her to be fully dilated, with the baby's watermelon-sized and colored head battering against the elf's hopelessly tiny pelvic inlet with each desperate push.

"Huff...huff...stuUUUUUUUUUCK!" was all the poor elf could say as another contraction made her strain desperately to squeeze the colossal head through her unyielding hips. "We're going to give you a little something to help you stretch", said Dr. Ixia, loading up a syringe with a clear potion.

Ixia made three careful injections into the ligaments holding her pelvis together, one in the front and one on either side of her delicate tailbone. She wrenched the strirrups back, bringing the elven woman's feet almost parallel to her head. The patient let out a desperate scream as she reacted to the burning sensation of her pelvic ligaments stretching like taffy.

With her hips finally widened enough for her pushes to slowly start squeezing the overdue toddler downwards, the patient writhed underneath the suffocating boulder of her belly, clinging desperately to her orc husband's burly arm. Each push brought a few agonizingly slow millimeters of progress, and with it an unimaginable searing pain that made her scream and wail that her hips would split. Though this was one of the most disproportionate births she'd attended, it was nothing the veteran doctor hadn't seen before. Ixia squirted some lubricating oil into the now bulging cunt of her patient, working it in around the brow of the child to hopefully ease its passage somewhat.

After a few hours the head was just barely starting to approach the elf's bulging lips. With a sliver of green skin visible, each push made her swollen flower distend just a bit more, until it formed a sickening bulge several inches wide. Her perineum was pulled so tight that it dragged her anus open with into a teardrop shape.

Ixia sighed, realizing that the elf's hole was just too small and tight to stretch around the colossal toddler head. She gently ran her fingers around the taut rim, testing its pliability and trying to stretch it around a little more of the huge skull. There was just no way it was going to fit without splitting the poor elf wide open.

"Ready the traction forceps," Ixia said to her assistant. As the device was being assembled, she rubbed a sticky potion into the elf's vaginal lips and perineum. "This will help you stretch wide enough to deliver." she explained.

With the ointment taking effect Ixia was just barely able to wiggle the curved metal faces of the forceps into the patient's birth canal and secure them into place around either side of the head. She locked them together and hooked the apparatus up to a chain, then turned a crank to create constant pressure against her patient's stubborn cunt.

"IT'S RIPPING MEeeeeeee!" screams the poor elf, struggling to stay calm with the burning sensation in her overstretched cunt suddenly multiplying tenfold. "Calm down, you're not tearing. Just breathe and push when you feel a contraction." Privately, Ixia had her doubts. The doctor prided herself on rarely having to cut her patients, but the sheer size of the grossly overdeveloped half-breed could easily prove too large for the extra capacity provided by the stretching ointment.

Over the next three hours the elf's grotesquely stretched pussy gradually stretched around the baby's boulder-like, fused skull. The doctor periodically ratcheted up the tension, and reapplied more ointment to the patient's vulva and perineum. But just before it reached its widest point, it stopped progressing.

The red-faced elf gasped as Ixia explained that the shoulders had become stuck on her tailbone. "Brace yourself, this will be quite uncomfortable." said the doctor as she pulled on an elbow-length surgical glove.

Ixia carefully squeezed her hand into the gaping maw of the elf's rectum. She faced severe resistance from the stretching and squeezing being exerted on the hole by the massive obstruction lodged in the birth canal. Every square inch of space in the moaning patient's pelvic cavity seemed to be taken up by the baby, but finally the doctor was able to get some leverage on the shoulders.

With the next push she attempted to rotate the anterior shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. It was completely wedged against the unusually prominent bone. With a sickening pop, the fragile spur gave way. Ixia quickly withdrew her arm from the patient and provided counterpressure as the unstuck baby surged forward.

"Try to pant through the urge to push. If it comes too quickly you're going to tear yourself badly." But the agonized elven woman was far too deep into the throes of labor to resist her body's desperate signals. With the next contraction the head finally popped free from her gaping cunt with a gush of fluid. Ixia disengaged the forceps and gently guided the shoulders and torso out. With one more quick push the gigantic toddler fully emerged from the elf's blown-out birthing hole.

Ixia needed help from her assistant to lift the child onto the mother's chest. As the new parents cooed over their firstborn and the nurses cleaned him up and did their examinations, she supervised the delivery of the placenta and stitched up the shockingly minor tears in the elf's loose, swollen-purple hole.

"76 pounds 15 ounces!" announced one of the nurses after weighing the chubby newborn boy. "One of the largest I've ever delivered" thought Ixia to herself. With the ordeal largely over, the doctor advised the patient to stay on bedrest for at least six weeks while her tailbone healed and alchemically stretched body parts slowly returned to normal. Finally, hours after she expected, she could go home.

#birth #size difference #pregnancy fantasy #pregnant fantasy #overdue pregnancy #giving birth #birth fic

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appleblueberry-pie · 1 year ago

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Yandere Lesbian Nurse Geto x Female Nurse Reader

Geto has been a nurse in the biggest hospital in Tokyo for 5 years. And for all 5 years, I have been working beside her. Taking a ridiculous amount of patients, working my ass off, but ultimately being able to put food on my table. Geto has been a great co-worker and friend to me. She'd start her shift at the same time as mine just so we can have a lunch break together. She sometimes steps off of her main task to help me with my patients if she can and even gives me an extra bag of her homemade lunch if she finds out I don't have any.

She's so sweet and caring to me. But I don't hear the same from everyone else I work with.

They'd say outrageous things about her. To me specifically, as if I could do anything about it. "Because she fucking kisses at your feet." They'd spit. "Maybe if you soften her up, she'll consider my offer when my shift is over," they'd chuckle. It's mostly the male doctors who come up to me with this information. Which makes it hard for me to take them seriously. And I don't believe them. How could such a nice woman be as they describe her? Foxy, arrogant, sly, and greedy. I don't see that in her. Therefore, their words mean nothing. Her dark-lipstick stained lips slightly curl up in amusement as I turn my back to the doctor, walking back over to her.

She loves the way you think. It makes her job way easier. Get closer to you, and she'll get her much deserved prize.

I see Geto leaning against the wall as I approach. "I hope you didn't hear what he said." She shrugs and meets me halfway. "It doesn't matter. Words don't matter like that. You learn that early in this field of work." I nod and smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So, what do you have planned for the rest of today?"

This is how my usual work day goes. Unnecessary rumors, casual conversation with Geto and then go home. But I guess something was in the air today. Because when I finished eating my lunch alone(surprisingly), I walked into the staff room and found Geto screaming at one of the doctors. He and her were separated by one wooden circular desk and they were both standing. She was leaning over the table as if she wanted to lunge over it to kill him.

"You fucking asshole. If you just listened to me, I would've given you all of the sex you wanted! But you fucking talked to her. AGAIN. You've been pissing me off too many times." She scoffs and turns away from him, holding her head as if she had a headache. He walks around the table and approaches her, placing his hands on her shoulder. "Suguru, forget about her. Why do you care about her? She's a nobody. You're everything she's not, can't you see? You make way more than her, you're prettier than her, and you work more harder. We're the same."

He smiles as Geto relaxes against him. My eyebrows furrow at their words. What the hell was going on? Were they shit talking me? Why did she make that absurd deal with him? And I've never heard anyone call Geto by her first name. They didn't see me yet, and I stood there silently, waiting to see where this conversation would go.

Geto nodded before looking back up at him, a smile on her face. He smiles back before his eyes trail to her lips. When he inches closer, Geto pulls a full syringe from a hidden strap on her thigh and stabs it into his neck, injecting whatever it was into his blood. The doctor chokes on his words, face turning red as he falls to the ground. Geto doesn't even glance down at him before turning towards the door, only to see me there. "Y/n...." I stare at her in horror. She runs towards me and I flinch out of my frozen position. I am only one step back before she yanks me in, slamming the door shut. I can still hear the doctor gasping for breath and I shove Geto away from me. "I can't trust you...get the fuck away from me." My heels click against the floor as I speak.

She slowly approaches me again. "You don't mean that..." I nod, stressed. "Yes. I do." A weird look of happiness overcomes her face before she pushes me through an open door. I fall on my ass, yelping in pain. She storms into the room as well, shutting the closet door and turning the light on. She towers over me and I look up at her, regret filling my chest. They were right. And I didn't listen to anyone. How come I couldn't ever see it?

"Oh, you fucking liar," I whisper.

My skirt rides up and I can feel my upper thighs brushing against the cool marble floor. I hate this closet for this exact reason. I look up, only to see Geto staring back down at me with a look of adoration on her face. Which makes no sense considering she just illegally penetrated a licensed doctor with a needle filled with drugs to knock him out.

Confusion crumbles and turns into fear, my breaths slowly increasing as she fondly looks down at me as if I was a little useless deer, far, far away from mom. Her red heels clack against the floor as she walks closer. I scoot back, my skirt riding up higher in the process and she coos. I gasp at the feeling of the point on her stiletto suddenly rubbing between my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties. "Ohhh, there we go. See? It feels so good, doesn't it, baby? C'mere.."

She steps over my legs before kneeling, her knees trapping me in place. She takes my face in her hands and immediately places her soft lips onto mine. My eyes widen and I can feel her desperately initiating the control. My eyebrows furrow when a warm muscle slips from between her lips into my mouth and I whimper. She swallows it and kisses me harder. I can feel her resting her weight onto my lap, her panties underneath her uniform brushing my core above my work skirt.

I separate the kiss, gasping for air and turning my head to the side. She presses messy kisses down my jawline and neck. I begin to feel dizzy as her hands travel down my chest, groping it before groping at everything else they can get at. "Geto..." I breathe out her name. She whines and grinds herself against me. I feel a throb between my legs and push her away from me. She looks confused and a little sad at me pushing her away and I shake my head.

"No...no, this isn't right. Y-you just drugged a doctor a-and we can't do thi-"

"I love you!!!"

My world stops as she stares at me, tears filling her eyes. "I fucking love you....i've loved you ever since I began working here. I cook you my food, I take some of your own work, I turn down everyone for you, for you! I do everything for you. I still work here for you, I...I turned down my promotion just to be near you. T-that fucking sleazebag I drugged?? He secretly wanted you. But I want you more..."

Her eyes are gone as she gathers her words. I am frozen. No sound is heard besides our breaths. Her face turns to stone as she looks back up at me. "I want you more. I deserve you. You ungrateful piece of shit."

She grabs me by the hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she stands back up. I yelp and she tells me to shut up. "I'm gonna make you love me back." She sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

"Pull my panties down." I stare up at her, frozen and confused. "Pull my fucking panties down. Now." My hands wander towards her underwear under her uniform and I feel around her warm skin until I find the thin thong bands and i pull them down, trying so hard to ignore the string of slick connected to them. "Good girl....come eat me out." Her voice is softened as she spreads her legs for me. I look back up into her eyes and she smiles softly, a look too put-together in her eyes. She's fucking nuts. Her fingers tighten once more on my scalp and I cringe, pushing her skirt up until I see her pink pussy in the shitty closet lighting. I lean closer to it, staring her in the eye as I lick a stripe of her juices from between her warm and sensitive lips.

Her eyes roll back into her lids and her head tips back, a shameless moan leaving her lips. A part of me enjoys this moment between me and her despite everything leading up to this moment. I'm on autopilot as I grab her legs, spreading them further apart as I force my tongue to continue eating her out, ravaging my first meal of the day despite it being 10:30 at night. "I know you didn't eat lunch today." She slurs out, a small squeal leaving her lips when I suck on her clit. She then giggles. "So, this is your meal. Do you like it? Does it taste good, baby?"

I hum, staring her right in the eyes. My face is deep between her soft and warm thighs. I remain eye contact as my tongue finds her entrance. The cold tip of my nose presses firmly against her wet and erect clit. That's when she pulls my face away from her cunt. The bottom half of my face is soaked in her juices. She takes a deep breath before softly loosening the grip on my hair. My face relaxes as she lets me go. She gets back down onto my lap, straddling me. "Please. No more." I plead, exhausted. She caresses my face before bringing her hands to my uniform shirt. "It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you."

She tears my shirt open, biting her lip at my beautiful choice of bra. She makes me take my shirt and bra off, immediately pawing at the tender breasts when they're freed. "So pretty." I sit back, resting on one arm, spreading my legs out. She doesn't even finish her initial thought before sucking on one of my nipples. I sigh in regrettable pleasure. She gets off of my lap, sitting next to me as one of her unseen hands trail down beneath my skirt, between my legs to touch at my damp underwear. I flinch lightly and she pulls off of the nipple.

"Be a good girl and moan for me, okay?" I didn't know what she was talking about until she swiftly pulls my panties to the side and firmly slides two fingers into my cunt like it was nothing. I gasp and she hums in acknowledgement. I whine lightly as her fingers thrust in and out of me. They feel a little rough as she also kisses around my chest, creating hickeys in-between kisses. She then starts curling her fingers on that spongey spot inside of me and my back arches at the pleasure blooming in my lower stomach. "Like that?" She asks. "L-" As soon as I speak, it's cut off from her fingers rubbing quicker on that one spot, the pleasure increasing twice as much. A pathetic moan escapes my lips instead. "Hm?? Just like that?" She asks again as I throw my head back, almost hovering over my body from where I lay. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as I suddenly moan loudly, squirt gushing out of my pussy onto her hand. Obscene squelching sounds echo throughout the room as she continues her assault on my hole.

"Fuck, no more! No more, please..." I beg and she immediately listens, pulling her fingers out of me. I relax, my back hitting the ice cold marble floor. I try to catch my breath, rubbing my face as if trying to find the sense I once had. Geto sucks my juices off of her fingers, ecstasy flowing through her veins at the taste. She tastes every last drop on her hand and even considers licking what I left on the ground. But I'm more important. She turns back to me and leans over my naked torso, kissing my forehead. "I love you, y/n."

"..." I look back into her expecting eyes. What happens if I say it back? Will it even matter? At this point, I completely forgotten the things she had done before we ended up in the closet. "I love you, too." Her eyes sparkle and she laughs as if I just proposed to her. Her hands find my cheeks once more, cradling my face as she kisses me. The kiss is soft, warm, and domestic. She pulls away and her heart squeezes. "I have to take care of some business. Can you wait here for me?"

What else can I do? I nod. She stares at me for a little while longer before standing up. She leaves. It's silent. I'm half-naked, my mind is fuzzy, and bodily fluids are spilled on the floor. It's cold. What have I done to meet such a woman? She's probably gonna kill the doctor, and God knows what she'll do once she comes back to get me. But even after everything, I'm the one that has her wrapped around my finger. I just have to find a way to get out of what I put myself into.

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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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masterlist 3

little fucker's prom :) 👶

sev and club mom reader

cowboy sev meets cait's parents🤠

little fucker's first heartbreak :( 👶

club mom and sev first date!

black vampire reader turns sev! 🦇

betting to see who can last longest without sex

breeding sev

sevika x arab reader

oblivious reader

sev x lawyer reader

autistic reader

when sex has to end abruptly

more pillow princess reader

part 3 slow living sev, how you guys get a bunch of cats 💐

oblivious reader and sevs first time ;)

domestic possessive mother-of-my-children sex 👶

reader with a serious injury

elevator sex with ceo sev 💼

intimacy coordinator reader x movie star sev

sevika coaching little fucker's soccer team 👶

black vamp reader and newly turned sev on their first hunt 🦇

sevika giving reader nipple orgasm

your kid getting jealous of sev and u 👶

clingy sev

healing your inner child w sevika

sevika rescuing you from being stood up on a date

grandma cowboy sev 🤠

anxious reader

amab ceo sev's trans identity story 💼

vegan/vegetarian reader

small chested reader with big thighs

black vamp reader eating sev out on her period 🦇

ceo sev meeting you 💼

amab sevika getting her ass eaten 💼

amab ceo sevika when someone in the office likes you 💼

fucking sevika while she's on a call 👶

gamer sevika x moderator reader

divorced sev and reader 👶

tarot reader sev

handy sev being hot

sev experiencing top drop :(

little fucker getting grounded 👶

sick day morning routine

reader with an accent

drunk sevika being a sappy romantic

sucking sev's strap, then eating her out ;)

edging ceo sev 💼

braiding sev's bush hehehe

little fucker gets in a fight at school 👶

sevika lifting your pregnant belly 👶

modern sev's tastes

pregnant reader with an attitude 👶

does little fucker have pets? 🐕

amab reader!

sevika with baby fever

sev catching chubby reader sleeping naked

witchy reader

slow living with sev, teaching each other skills💐

wiping off her smooches

ceo sev random hcs 💼

sex on a business trip 💼

spiderman sevika

cowboy sev smut yeehaw 🤠

snow day w ceo sev! 💼

cellmate reader and sevika

helping sevika w/ estrogen injections💼

crybaby reader charming sevika

breaking sevika out of prison

super femme reader and plug sevika 🍃

picking sev up from wisdom teeth removal

reader figuring out how to ask for sex

sucking plug sev's strap 🍃

you and plug sev's first meeting

stay at home masc sevika

soft whiny bottom sev

small chested chubby reader

how married sevika and reader spice it up

you guys keep getting cockblocked 👶

reader using the power of seduction with sev

accidental pregnancy when you guys have a breeding kink 👶

little fucker wants a baby sister 👶

more omegaverse ;)

calling sevika your wife when she's your gf

nurse sevika

reader's strange sex facts

nerdy reader

plug sevika getting matching manis w/ femme reader 🍃

giving sev a strip tease

gamer reader

food truck enemies to lovers

threesome with ran and sevika ⚔

grabbing sevika's boobs for comfort

mtf inexperienced reader

ranvika throuple hcs ⚔

sev comforts reader

slow reader sev and reader have a baby 💐👶

buying her flowers for no reason <3

fucking plug sev in the backseat 🍃

#hit the limit on my 2nd masterlist teehee #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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briefinquiries · 1 year ago

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Amnesia

Prompt: You experience some retrograde amnesia after you and Luke are in a car accident.

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: car accident, trauma, blood mention

A/N: continuing to repost these :)

The first thing that you notice when you wake up is that your head is throbbing. The pain is worse than that time you and Penelope decided to go bar hopping all night when you were visiting Emily in London. It had taken two whole days for the three of you to recover. Judging by the way you feel right now, you think it might take a whole lot longer than that to get over whatever you had been up to the night before.

It takes a moment, but soon, you start to realize that this pain felt like much more than just a bad hangover. Your entire body aches, and when you try to touch the spot on your head that really stung, a sharp pain shoots up your entire right arm, making your eyes open slowly in response.

Slowly, you take in the room around you, including the IV attached to your arm and the sterile, white walls. Your mouth feels dry, and your body is still in a bed that feels so much different than yours at home.

When you feel someone touching your arm, you turn your head.

“Rossi..?” You see your coworker looking at you with worry in his eyes and tears that are threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re safe now.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about. Disoriented and confused, your heart starts racing. The beeping from the heart monitor suddenly increases and Rossi quickly scoots forward on the edge of his seat, squeezing your hand and telling you to calm down.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice shaky and scared. “Why am I here?”

You’re almost afraid to know the answer.

“You guys were in an accident, in the SUV. It’s okay, you’re okay, and he’s going to be fine…everyone’s alright now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and try to take some time to process things…an accident… in the SUV. Derek was always the one who insisted on driving.

“Oh my god…how’s Derek?”

There’s a strange look that flashes across Rossi’s face that you can’t quite read before he gives you an uneasy and forced smile, “He’s fine, everyone’s fine. He’s at home.”

“Oh,” you sigh a breath of relief. “So he wasn’t in the accident with me?”

“No…” Rossi’s voice trails off and his tone indicates that there’s something he’s not telling you.

But you don’t dwell on it. Instead, you think to yourself, Morgan’s okay. He’s fine. And I’m… you look down to your own body and see no visible casts or slings. I’m okay. We’re okay.

What you didn’t see was the worried look in Rossi’s face, or the way he gently excuses himself to go call the doctor as quickly as he can.

…

A nurse comes into the room after an hour and gives you some more painkillers.

“How are you feeling?” she asks as she injects them into your IV line.

“Tired,” you say. “And my head really hurts.”

She nods. “That’s to be expected from the trauma you endured.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

She looks at you, “You were in a car accident.”

“I know, but like- how’d it happen?”

“I’m not entirely sure- your coworkers can probably tell you more. But I know there was a car chase, and you ended up getting t-boned on the side of your vehicle. You suffered some head trauma, that’s why it’s taken so long for you to wake up. Probably why you’re a little groggy too. But Mr. Alvez received a few minor injuries. I think they’re starting to stitch him up now.” Just as she finishes administering the drugs, her pager goes off.

“I’m sorry, I have to run. The doctor should be here soon though to check on you.”

Mr. Alvez. The name sounded vaguely familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place it. Instead, you just assume he was the one who ran into your car. The nurse hadn’t mentioned anyone else, either, so you can only assume that you were alone in the SUV.. But why would you be chasing an Unsub alone?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Rossi re-enters the room. Except, he’s not alone. JJ, along with a middle aged female in a white lab coat and dark scrubs trail behind him.

JJ offers you a small smile before crossing her arms across her chest and standing in the corner of the room with Rossi. They gaze at you cautiously.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” the doctor says. “I’m Dr. Hall. You’re very lucky that you weren’t seriously injured considering the severity of the accident.”

She takes a moment to shine a light in your eye, and then again in your ear. She checks the movement in your arms and legs, which only causes a little discomfort at this point. “I need to ask you a few things, just some standard simple questions.”

You nod slowly in agreement.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

You nod and tell the doctor.

“Okay, now your date of birth?”

Again, you answer.

“What do you remember before the accident?”

“I'm not sure, but..” you stop, feeling a little confused. “The nurse said it happened during work. That I was chasing someone, I can’t quite remember who.”

“Okay, and what do you do for work?”

“Uh,” you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to concentrate despite your fuzzy mind. “I work for the FBI, I’m an agent for the BAU.”

“Good, and who do you work for?”

“Aaron Hotchner,” you say.

But something feels wrong when you look up to see the look on JJ and Rossi’s faces. JJ’s got her hand covering her mouth and she won't quite meet your gaze. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach as you watch Rossi inhale and place a comforting hand on JJ’s back.

Dr. Hall nods slowly at you. “Okay, we’re gonna do some more tests, if you’re up for it now.”

“What’s wrong?” you looked over to Rossi, hoping that he’ll tell you what’s happening.

Instead, he avoids your gaze. Dr. Hall is the one to speak. “It looks like there might be some retrograde memory issues going on, but we’ll need to do a quick CT just to be sure.”

“Oh my god,” you say, surprised, but also relieved to have an explanation as to why everything feels so foggy. “How much am I forgetting?”

Finally, Rossi speaks. “Morgan left the BAU three years ago,” he explains somberly. “And Hotch left a little over two years ago.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You feel like your heart might have stopped.

Three years? You’re forgetting the last three years of your life?

You hear the heart monitor start to beep faster again as you fight to remain calm.

The doctor puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“No need to panic,” she assures you. “This kind of thing happens, and there’s no way to know for sure what we’re looking at here until we get a CT scan, okay? So let’s not fret yet.”

You nod slowly, but can’t quite manage to look over at JJ and Rossi again.

“My nurse here is going to take you up to get a scan. We’ll review the results when I get them, okay?”

You just nod, because what else are you going to do?

The nurse from earlier comes in with a chair. After helping you slip into it, you don’t look back to JJ or Rossi before she wheels you out of the room.

Turns out, the walk to the scanning room was a long one, and you hated awkward silence. So, you bring up your conversation with the nurse from earlier.

“How’s the guy who hit me doing? You said his injuries were less than mine, right?”

She pauses slightly before speaking. “The guy who hit you was arrested by your team, I think,” she says.

“Mr. Alvez?” you ask, maybe that’s why his name was familiar. He was the Unsub you were after.

“Mr. Alvez is getting a cut stitched up, yes. But he’s okay.”

You frown. “I don’t understand, wasn’t Mr. Alvez the guy who hit me?”

The nurse hesitates even longer this time. “Mr. Alvez was driving your vehicle,” she explains.

“What?” You were dumbfounded and tired of everything being so confusing.

“Mr. Alvez was driving your vehicle, the black SUV.”

You fall silent. He must be a member of the team. With Hotch and Morgan gone, like Rossi had mentioned, it was obvious you had acquired some new team members. You can't understand why else this Alvez guy would be in the FBI car. Your head starts to hurt from the chaos. Rather than ask more questions, you let the awkward silence take you the rest of the way to the scanning room.

…

When you wake up later that day, you smile to see Penelope and Spencer sitting in chairs across the room. Reid has his nose in a book. Finally a familiar sight.

“Guys,” you exhale a breath of relief. The heaviness in your chest and the throbbing in your head isn’t so bad anymore. Instead you feel safe…because that’s how Garica and Reid always made you feel.

Spencer looks up from his book, his face breaking out into a huge grin. “Hey, you’re awake!”

“Oh my gosh,” Garcia stands up and hurries closer towards your bed.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see those beautiful eyes,” she says. She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before sitting down in the chair by your bedside.

Spencer remains standing and asks, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” your eyes wander towards the profiler and you pause. “Your hair is different,” you observe. “It’s so long.”

Reid and Garcia exchange a quick glance before turning back towards you. Oh yeah, you thought, the missing three years.

“Apparently I’ve lost my memory,” you laugh dryly, attempting to joke at the awkward situation.

“So I heard,” Spencer says uneasily, his lips pressed tightly together.

“It’s a shame I still remember your face though.”

That remark seems to bring Spencer’s electrifying smile back. It was even enough to get a small laugh out of him.

“So, does anyone have the highlights from the past three years?”

The smile that’s been lingering on your lips slightly fades as you realize how much you didn’t know, so much you were missing out on.

“Who took Hotch’s place?” you ask.

Garcia jumps in. “Oh, that’s good news. Emily!”

Your jaw almost drops to the floor. “Emily? Our Emily?”

Garcia nods frantically, her red lips smiling excitedly. “She came back from London to help out when she found out we were down a man, and when Hotch left, they made her Unit Chief.”

“Wow. That’s incredible, that’s such good news.”

It’s making your head feel heavy, trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle of your own life. You continue to play 20 questions with them until there’s a faint knocking sound at your door.

You turn to see some familiar and some unfamiliar faces entering the room.

The first you see is Emily. She looks almost exactly the same, which is comforting. Then there’s JJ and Rossi and Tara, who you’re relieved to recognize. But two unfamiliar men walk into the room. They file towards the back. You try not to focus on them, because it made you uneasy. How could there be two members of your team- that you may have known for as long as three years- that you just don’t recognize?

You try focusing on the members of your team that you did know instead. It brings you an infinite amount of more comfort.

“How’re you doing?” Emily asks sympathetically. “We all couldn’t wait to check up on you.”

“I’m okay,” you tell her nodding, even though everyone in that room knew it was far from the truth.

“Have you gotten your CT scan results back yet?” JJ wonders.

You shake your head. “Not yet, the nurse said the doctor would be in soon, though. I guess he was finishing up a surgery.”

You can’t help but glance towards the back of the room towards the unfamiliar members of your team after a few moments. One is standing with his arms crossed, but a similarly sympathetic smile on his face as the rest of your team was wearing. But the other, with dark, curly hair and tanned skin, is staring down at the ground. He won’t meet your gaze. He has a bandage on the left side of his forehead that he keeps itching at.

Why can't you place him?

It’s awkward and uncomfortable with the team. Something that makes you feel very uneasy, because that’s not how you remember things being at the BAU. This is your family, so why can't you wait for them to leave?

After exchanging pleasantries and promises to visit soon, the majority of the team finally started to file out of your room.

You wave goodbye to them as they left, realizing that no one introduced you to the two unfamiliar men. You assume that they didn’t want to overwhelm you. But as soon as it was just you, Spencer, and Garcia again, you let your curiosity peak.

“Okay, who were those two guys, in the back there?” you point to where they were standing.

“That was Matt Simmons and Luke Alvez,” Spencer explains nervously. “They’re part of the team.

“Alvez!” you remember the name from earlier. “The nurse told me he was driving- Was he the one with the bandage?”

Spencer and Garcia exchange another nervous glance, as if they’ve been waiting for this question all along. But you can read their faces like a book, and you see the way their faces fall.

They both nod slowly.

“Yeah.” Spencer nods. “Yeah, that was Luke. And you’re right, he was driving the SUV.”

“Who is he?” There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that you can’t quite place.

“He took over for Morgan when he left. So he joined the team a little under three years ago.” Reid explains cautiously.

But Garcia gives a strange look, like there was something they knew that you didn’t.

“What is it?” you ask them. You can't stand the fact that you don't know half of what was going on.

Penelope sighs and when she speaks her voice is shaky.

“He- he is a member of the team,” she explains. “But you've also been dating him for the past two years.”

…

Luke’s gripping at his hair harshly as he paces through the halls of the hospital.

“She has no clue-” he exclaims frustratedly. "No clue who I am.”

The truth is that he had been overly anxious to get to your room ever since arriving at the hospital. He pleaded with the doctor who was stitching up his forehead to hurry up. He needed to make sure you were okay.

Even when a somber-looking Rossi had entered his room earlier in the day and told him you were experiencing some memory loss, he still felt like he needed to see you.

“She didn’t remember that Emily took over for Hotch,” JJ explained to the team, all huddled in Luke’s room. “Or anything after Morgan left.” Her gaze wanders towards Luke.

“Meaning she doesn’t remember me?” Luke had asked, wincing as the nurse continued to stitch up his wound from the accident.

JJ bit her lip before looking to Rossi to answer his question.

“We don’t think so,” Rossi declared.

Luke had nodded slowly. “But we don’t know for sure? I mean they haven’t done any tests or anything?”

“They’re doing a CT scan now, I guess to see what’s really going on,” JJ had folded her arms across her chest tightly.

Luke nodded, his hopes not faltering. He’d be what made her remember everything. One look- and all the memories would come back. Because their love wasn’t something you could just forget.

“Just give her space, okay?” Rossi urged, he was the only thing blocking Luke from bursting through your door. “Try not to overwhelm her.”

“Yeah, okay,” Luke said without realizing what he was even promising. Because he knew that as soon as you saw him, this whole nightmare would be behind them.

But when he did finally walk through the door to your room and your eyes didn’t immediately light up, Luke’s hopes started to quickly fall.

In fact, you didn’t look at him at all. He bit his lip, trying not to give way to the fact that his entire world was coming crashing down around him while you told Emily that you were feeling okay. He found a spot on the floor to focus on, a single piece of dirt, or something, from somebody’s shoes remained the focal point of his gaze throughout the entire visit.

What he wanted to do was charge your bed- wrap his arms around you and tell you how much he loved you. He wanted to say he was sorry for not avoiding the Unsub’s car- wanted to apologize over and over again until he was blue in the face. But he couldn’t do that. Because you had no idea who he was.

It isn't until he's out of your room and back in the hallway that he realizes he’s been holding his breath. Luke exhales sharply, panic setting in.

Emily tries to calm him down by saying, “She might get all those memories back, Luke.”

“But she might not,” he admits, pulling even harder at the strands of his hair.

“We don’t know that yet,” Tara reassures him. “Oftentimes, amnesia after an accident is only temporary.”

“Okay,” he says, “Okay, but what if she doesn’t? What if I’m a stranger to her?”

Rossi steps forward this time, and grabs Luke by the shoulders. He has a stern look on his face while he lectures Luke. “Then we deal with it then,” he says. “But until then, you have to be strong for her, okay? Because she’s scared and she’s confused and she needs you to be strong.”

Luke nods as he slowly starts to come down from his panicked state. He takes a couple of deep breaths. “Okay,” he agrees.

…

The sun is shining outside and the little rays that escape through the blinds on the window illuminate your room when you hear the door rattle.

The door opens a second later and Garcia peeks her head in. “Hi, you’re awake!” She doesn’t open the door all the way, which makes you look questioningly at her.

“What’s up?” you ask.

She looks at you hesitantly. “You have some people to introduce you to. If you’re up for it.” She says it like a question, and you want to say no, but there’s something about the way Garcia looks, her normally bright, vibrant self looking dull and tired, that makes you agree.

You wonder if talking to Luke and Matt will help trigger your memory. So you give Garcia a little nod, who looks at you smiling before opening the door all the way to reveal the two men who are waiting in the hall.

Matt walks in first. He’s got a sharp jaw that’s clean shaven and a tattoo poking out from the sleeve of his T-shirt. His hands are tucked into a pair of jeans that look slightly worn. There’s warmth in his dark eyes, and a comforting smile on his face as he looks at you.

The guy that comes in behind him is Luke. He has a head of thick, curly hair, and a pair of brown eyes that pop. He’s wearing a dark maroon shirt that clings to his biceps and makes his tanned skin look even darker. There’s something sad about the way his face is mixed with both exhaustion and sorrow. He looks like he needs a good night of sleep.

“Hey,” Matt speaks first, and you can’t help but mirror the smile that’s greeting him. “I’m Matt.”

You look at both of them intently, trying to feel something, anything…but it only makes your head feel foggier.

“I guess this is probably pretty weird for you guys, huh?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood. “Introducing yourself to someone you already know.”

Luke offers you the slightest smile, but it’s laced with dejection.

“I’m sorry…” your face drops and Luke’s body goes tense. “I can’t remember you guys.” You look down at your hands because you can’t stand to look at them. You hate the disappointment you’ve caused on their faces.

“It’s okay, you’ve been through a lot, I’m sure it’ll come back to you eventually.” You look up to see it's Luke speaking for the first time. He’s got a warm, reassuring smile replacing the old disgruntled look and it instantly lifts your spirits. For a moment, you find yourself thinking, yeah, I can see why I had you in my life.

There’s a bit of an awkward silence for a moment, and you realize that you’re not entirely sure what to say.

You want to be polite, and you want to give them both a chance, because at one point you obviously knew them well.

But when you look at them, you don’t see your team members. You don’t see your boyfriend. You just see strangers.

…

Dr. Hall comes in that evening to discuss your CT scan. You’re relieved that it’s only you and Emily in the room at the time that she arrives.

“See that area there?” she asks, pointing to a mark on the screen she was showing you. “That indicates damage to the hippocampus. That’s the primary memory storage site of your brain, so it’s no wonder why you’re experiencing what we call retrograde amnesia.”

The words she speak sound foreign, and while you did everything you could to understand, all you cared about was one thing.

“Will I get my memories back?” you ask.

Dr. Hall scooted back in her chair and took off her black rimmed glasses. “Some people do,” she nods. “But some don’t. The good news is that the damage to your hippocampus is relatively minor. So much so that we missed it in our original MRI scan.”

You nod slowly. “So there’s a chance then?”

“There’s a chance. But even if it doesn't, the chunk that you’re missing is relatively small in the grand scheme of things. So even if you don’t get your old memories back, you do have the ability to create new ones.”

…

“Do me and Luke live together?” you ask Penelope in the car. You had been released from the hospital that day and the question popped into your head suddenly while you were on your way home.

She nods, her grip tight on the steering wheel. “Yes, but he’s going to stay with Rossi for now. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You sigh a breath of relief.

Garcia gently pushes the door open to your house that you don’t recognize. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you’re about to see. You’re uneasy, but there’s an odd sense of familiarity that settles in your stomach despite not knowing what to expect.

The entrance opens up to an open living room where the gray curtains are drawn open, the light coming in from the windows shined bright against the furniture.

There are shoes lined up neatly next to the door. A few pairs of sneakers lie next to a pair of giant boots that you know must be Luke’s.

You recognize some of the furniture. Like the rocking chair your mother gave you, and the homemade blanket. The more you recognize, the more at ease you felt.

The warmth only spread when you walked over to the coffee table to find a copy of your favorite book left out.

That’s when you notice that there are so many photos. Some hang on the walls and some are in frames placed around the shelves and tables.

One in particular captures your attention, and as you draw nearer, you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your lungs. It’s a picture of you and Luke, he has his arm around you and is wearing a huge, ear-to-ear grin as he stares into the camera lens. You, on the other hand, are looking up at him, a similar smile on your face.

You steady yourself against the wall, but suddenly feel like you’re having an out of body experience, your surroundings blurring out and Luke’s voice ringing in your head.

“I’m not gonna drop your phone, don’t worry-”

“Just do a selfie, that isn’t going to hold my phone, it’s going to fall!”

“This will look so much better than a selfie, trust me! Look, steady as ever, this branch is coming through for us-”

“Looks more like a twig to me-”

You’re squeezing your eyes shut but all you can see is Luke rushing towards you to beat the self timer on your phone, his smile wide.

Your eyes snapped open as Garcia entered the living room to announce, “I put your suitcase upstairs- what’s wrong?” she asks when she sees your frazzled state.

“Nothing,” you lie. You don't want to get her hopes up by telling her you think you just remembered something, so instead you say, “Just tired.”

“Oh, okay. Well let me get out of your hair then, so that you can rest.”

You nod, but all you can think of is getting your hands on some more photos.

After wandering upstairs, you seem to know just where to look to find a photo album stashed away. You open the binder to find countless pictures. You flip through them eagerly, until one a few pages deep catches your eye.

It’s another photo of you and Luke- this time you’re both looking into the camera. He has his arm around your shoulder and you’re pulling yourself into his side, your arm stretched across his stomach. Your head is resting comfortably on his chest and the closer you look, you realize that there’s tears in your eyes.

Suddenly, Luke’s voice pops back into your head.

“I wouldn’t have asked you out if I knew it was going to make you this upset-”

“I’m not upset, I’m- so.. so happy.”

“Happy. As in, yes, you’ll go out with me?”

“Of course I will.”

It’s like the floodgates open and suddenly, an influx of memories and information come pouring into your mind. You feel dizzy as you sort through them, wondering if any of this could be real.

When you look back down at the photos beneath you, your eyes narrow in on Luke.

You can’t help the sudden rush of tears that come streaming down your face when you realize that Luke’s no longer a stranger.

…

You take a deep breath, trying to gather courage before pressing the call button on your phone. It seems strange to you that just a few hours prior, you didn’t even feel comfortable having small talk with Luke, but now, with your memories coming back, he was the first person you wanted to tell.

The phone rings once before his warm, now familiar, voice answers on the other line.

“Hey,” he greets.

You exhale sharply before whispering a soft, “Hi.”

“Is everything okay?” he asks, concern evident in his tone.

You nod, before realizing he can’t see you. “Yeah,” you say through the tears streaming down your face. “Yeah, can you- can you come home?”

After a brief moment of silence you add, “Please.”

You hear stirring on the other line, like Luke was moving around.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers. “Yeah, I’ll be there in 10.”

After you hang up the phone, you continue flipping through photos as you wait for Luke. The memories come back to you faster and faster. It’s a relief, but it’s also exhausting.

Only when you hear the front door of your house open and close do you tear yourself away from the photos. You shut the book and hastily run downstairs, eager to see Luke.

The Luke you see in your memories and pictures around the house is different than the one standing in front of you now. The Luke you now remember has skin the color of caramel and eyes so warm the sun would be jealous. But this Luke looks flushed and exhausted, with dark circles encasing his eyes.

“Luke..” you say softly, your voice coming out in a whisper, as if saying his name would take all your memories away again.

He looks frazzled and worried, but you make your way to him slowly.

“What’s wrong?” he frets, looking at you wildly.

You feel bad to have worried him into such a state. “Nothing-” you manage to get out. “I-I-” You’re so taken aback by just knowing who he is, that it’s hard to speak.

But Luke’s face softens, and when he comes to the conclusion that you must have called him over here for another reason, his eyes widen. “Do you- are you remembering things?”

Your face breaks out into a large, relieved smile, despite the tears still falling down your cheeks. You’re afraid that if you speak, you might just sob forever, so instead you nod frantically.

“Oh my god,” Luke gasps before crossing the room in just two, large strides. He wastes no time before wrapping his arms around your body tightly. He lifts your feet off the ground, his face getting buried in the nape of your neck while he spins you around. “Oh my god,” he repeats, followed by a little chuckle.

You breath in his comforting scent, wondering how you went so long without craving his touch.

“I remember-” you choke out. “I remember now.”

Luke lifts both of his hands and cups your face, and you can see tears in Luke’s eyes. “God, I’m so sorry,” he tells you. “I’m so sorry I let you get hurt.”

But you’re shaking your head. “It’s not your fault, Luke.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his lips pressed tightly together like he’s trying to find his own words.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he finally says. “First when you were unconscious at the scene, but again when you didn’t know who I was.” He takes a slow, unsteady breath. “I wasn’t sure you’d ever remember.”

He leans his forehead to rest against yours, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek, it grazes the corner of your mouth before he leans down, wanting nothing more than to press his lips against yours, to remind you about what the two of you had together.

When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless and wide-eyed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he whispers.

You nod and ignore all the thoughts and fears that are racing through your mind, and instead close the gap between you and Luke once again.

Luke tastes like mint and coffee, he smells like citrus, and he’s warm like a hot, summer day.

Luke feels like home.

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Head Over Heels Part 12

Jackson!Joel / Reader

Special Guest Appearance by a Certain FBI Agent who may or may not look a lot like Joel.

You left the loneliness of your home and headed to Jackson with Joel and the teenage girl he was with, hoping your new life would be less lonely. You should've stayed alone.

WARNING:

Non-canon Compliant, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Lives (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Loneliness, Trauma.

MEGA WARNING: Descriptions of Attempted Sexual Assault.

@copperhalfcent @joelalorian @vickie5446 @peelieblue @nandan11 @liciafonseca @senoratess @denisanoemi @lovefreylove @heartpatch

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 11

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Benny went straight for Marcus, leaving you in Liv and Diana’s hands. He was conscious, apparently, but very confused. He kept trying to get back up, one of the townsfolk holding him down, telling him not to move, another pressing down on his wound. He kept asking people if you were okay. Saying your name over and over again. And then asking where Lily was. Where’s Elena Ben? Lily? Benny kept telling him not to talk, to keep his eyes on him. Maria coaxed you into giving her the knife, telling you that you were safe now, asking Liv and Diana to take you to the clinic, running ahead to open the doors.

The place was suddenly full of people again, men were carrying Marcus into the clinic, straight into the surgery room in the back, while Liv and Diana helped you onto the gurney in the treatment room. Julie, one of the ladies helping at the clinic asked them to take your top off. You found that you couldn’t lift your right hand without hurting, despite using it to stab Pete, and every single breath you took felt like fire in your sides.

The clinic in Jackson was staffed by exactly one doctor. There were four nurses, only two of them actual nurses by profession from before, the younger was only a student nurse when the world went to shit. The other two were just women who helped around in the clinic, cleaning and doing paperwork, who later got roped into learning basic medical stuff, cleaning the wounds, stitching them up, even setting dislocations. The three staffers got overwhelmed when raiders attacked the town years back, and they decided more people needed these basic knowledge just in case.

Right now, those trained people were in the surgery room, helping the doctor fix your friend Marcus who was obviously in a much more serious situation than you were. Still, Julie looked a bit overwhelmed, your injuries looking a bit more serious than they’d originally thought. Liv, Diana and Maria were doing all they could to help, but the blood won’t stop pouring out of your nose, your head felt light, yet throbbing at the same time, your lungs were on fire and your stomach felt as if all your organs had shifted.

Even in your dazed mind you heard Ellie scream outside, begging them, whoever they may be, to let her in to see you. Andy, the other stand-in nurse came in, and Julie drew a deep breath of relief, telling her what was going on with you. They injected you with something, and all suddenly seemed a bit loopy. Julie strapped you on to the gurney with leather belts, making sure you couldn’t move, worried that you had broken some ribs. Andy inspected your nose, checking it properly without you fighting her, told you to take a deep breath, and snapped it back into place.

Even loopy, your screams reignited Ellie’s banging on the locked door. You could hear Benny telling her to calm down, to let people do their job, her telling him to fuck off.

You lost track of time as they cleaned you up, wiping the blood off your face, your neck, your chest, telling you that you needed to stay awake, you had a huge gash on your hairline, a bump on your forehead, and they were sure you had a concussion, so please, Elena, stay awake.

When they managed to stop the bleeding from your nose, they opened the door, and Ellie and Benny flew in. Benny took your hand in his, letting go when you groaned in pain, taking your wrist instead. Ellie took the other, both ever so careful not to hurt you in any way. Where’s Jake? Maria asked her. Cat and Dina, she said. What happened, Elena, Benny finally asked.

So you told them. You told them everything Pete did. Every single detail you remembered. The slamming of your face, the kicks to your torso, the punch, the slap, the choking. When you got to the bit where Pete unbuckled his belt, Benny had to walk away, placing his head on the wall of the treatment room, his shaking hands in his hair, clutching them so hard his knuckles went white, his breathing ragged and frustrated at the same time. You quickly skipped that part and told him about the stabbing. Diana took over from there.

Ellie was shaking with anger, asking Maria what was going to happen to Pete. Benny was unrecognizable to you. The cheery, kooky brother you knew and loved had a dark cloud over his face. You realized then that this was not the Benny who loved to tease you, this was the ex-delta force soldier who was angry someone had done this to his baby sister. His dark looks turned even darker when he saw Diana’s face, holding it in his hands, eyes searching for other injuries, yelling for someone to check on her, your friend telling him she’s okay, focus on you. He asked the nurses if you would be okay if he left for a while, and when the two ladies nodded, he gave you a long kiss on the temple, telling you he would be right back.

Maria followed him, asking him where he was going. He turned to her and told her to go back to you, he had business to take care of. Maria didn’t relent, standing in his way, so Benny literally picked her up and placed her aside, telling her what she didn’t know, won’t hurt her, and shut the door behind him.

Maria stood where she was, contemplating what Benny said, eyes on the four of you. Everyone, yourself included, averted your eyes, Diana fussing unnecessarily with your blanket. For the first time since the back alley, you saw the bruise on her cheek from Pete’s punch. You were horrified, trying to get up to look at it closer, but the restraints held you down.

And just like that, you started crying.

You felt so stupid. How could you let him overpower you like that? Why didn’t you fight harder? You should’ve stabbed him faster. Earlier. You should’ve waited for Diana or Hank to be free and not gone out to the back alone. You should’ve watched your surroundings.

You should have let him down gently, and not in the snobby, egotistical way you had. You should have.

You should have. You should have.

And now, because you didn’t, Diana was hurt.

And Marcus.

Marcus.

Your sobs were uncontrollable, your sides hurt, your chest hurt, your stomach hurt, but you sobbed anyway, regretting everything you didn’t do. But you couldn’t stop sobbing.

Andy went to the surgery room and came back, Lisa, one of the registered nurses came back with her. She checked your pupils and blood pressure, asking you this and that, told Andy to stay with you at all times, and to keep an eye on your vitals. She then went to get something, jabbed you with it, and then all was dark.

You were vaguely aware of what happened after that, going in and out of consciousness. The doctor examining you. You remembered mumbling something about Marcus, but no one answered you. You remembered being wheeled to another room, lifted and placed on a bed. You remembered Ellie yell-whispering she wasn’t going to leave you. You remembered waking up in a dimmed room, Ellie sleeping on the chair by your head. You remembered the curtains for the bed next to you being opened and closed. You tried to see, but your head was too heavy.

**********

When you finally woke the next morning, Ellie was still sitting in the chair next to yours, Benny on the floor, his back on the wall, his knees up to his chest. He quickly stood up when he realized you were awake, kissing you on the forehead before getting the doctor. Ellie squeezed your hand, telling you she was happy you woke up, her eyes red from crying, from lack of proper sleep.

The doctor examined you, telling you that you probably had a concussion, a broken nose, several cuts on your head, lips and inner cheeks, a couple of broken fingers and some major bruising all over your body, some bruised, possibly cracked ribs, but they were not broken as far as he could tell – there were no x-ray machines for him to be sure, so you needed to be careful for a few weeks.

“Marcus?”

The doctor looked at the curtain separating you from the next bed, “He pulled through, but he hasn’t woken up yet. He… uh… lost a lot of blood. We’re looking for donors.”

You lifted your head a little, wanting to get tested for donation, but Ellie gently pushed you back down.

“No, Elena, you shouldn’t be donating right now. You lost a lot of blood yourself. Rest. Eat. Recuperate. Doctor’s orders.”

Diana peeked her head at the door, smiling when she saw you were awake. She came in, her footsteps soft, not wanting to make any noise if possible. She greeted Benny with a kiss, Benny checking her bruise, frowning a little, kissing it better. She told him she’s fine, taking out containers from the basket she’s carrying, giving one to both Ellie and Benny, sitting next to you on your bed, helping you sit up a little, Ellie quickly propping your pillows up for you. You kept glancing at the curtain, wanting so badly to see Marcus.

“He’ll be okay, Elena,” Benny said, sitting at the end of your bed.

You looked at Diana’s bruised cheek, tracing it with your unbandaged fingers. Your head turned to the curtain again, taking a deep, painful breath as you did, guilt filling your heart, but you didn’t say anything.

“Here, eat something. You need to take your medication,” Diana coaxed, spooning some porridge from the container she brought.

Before you could even think to say or do anything, heavy footsteps came into the clinic, and before you could even turn your head towards the door, Joel and Will came storming in, Joel’s face turning from anxious to relief when he saw you awake and was somewhat in a sitting position but switched very quickly to anger when he saw the damage Pete had inflicted upon you. Ellie, Benny and Diana quickly got up, letting the two men to your bedside, Will immediately kissing you on the top of your head, hands on either side of your face, checking your cuts and bruises, his face dark with worry and anger.

“Where were you when this happened? You were supposed to look out for her!” he whisper shouted at Benny, who hung his head, guilt all over his face.

“Will,” Diana said, a hand on his shoulder. “She went maybe five steps out back, she’s done it every night, I was right there in the kitchen, and I heard nothing until Pete yelled.”

“Really, Will, it happened really quickly. Benny was right there in the hall. This was not his fault,” you said, placing your hand on his, wincing a little as your ribs hurt from lifting your hand.

Will looked at your bandaged fingers, the cuts on your face, the sling on your shoulder, his lips trembling from anger. He turned to look at Benny, his eyes clocking his younger brother’s battered hands.

“You gave it to him?”

Benny nodded, his eyes sharp on Will’s, and the older of your two brothers nodded, “Good,” he said. “They decided what to do with him yet?”

Benny shook his head. Just once.

There were a lot of clenched jaws around your bedside at that moment.

Joel shifted on his feet. Will kissed you one more time and told you they would be right outside, tilting his head at the others. Diana placed the container she brought on your bedside table, along with the basket she brought, telling Joel there’s tea in there too, you should eat before you take your meds. Joel nodded.

You saw Will stand at the end of the curtain, eyes on Marcus, his jaw clenching hard, before going back outside with long, steady strides.

**********

Joel didn’t speak for a long time. He sat on your bedside, hands on your face, examining your cuts and bruises, his breath stuttering, his lips trembling, his eyes wet.

“I shouldn’t have left last night,” he said, tears falling down his cheek.

“No, Joel, this is not your fault.”

“I knew he was going to do this. I should’ve stayed. Be with you. Protected you.” His eyes didn’t look into yours, busy looking closely at each cut, each bruise, each stitch.

“Joel, please look at me. I have something important to tell you.”

Took him a while, but he did.

“I used the knife you gave me to stab him,” you said, smiling as much as your busted lips would allow.

That drew a bit of a smile from him, “You did?”

You nodded. “See? You did protect me. You made the knife for me, gave it to me, made me carry it around, even trained me how to use it. Came in handy. Pretty sure I gave him a much needed liposuction,” you said, a crooked smile on your busted lips, trying to make light of the situation.

He huffed a small laugh, “That’s my girl,” he said, running his thumb along your lips, bending down to kiss right beside the cut, careful to not hurt you further. You placed your bandaged hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes, gently nuzzling into your injured hand, happy that he could feel you do that again. He withdrew from you, taking the container Diana had left, spooning some of the porridge out and asked you to open up, coaxing you to eat something while it was still hot.

He waited until you got all drowsy from your medication again, stroking your hair as you fell back asleep, before kissing you gently on the lips. He went behind the curtain to see Marcus, his jaws clenching at the damage Pete had done in just one night, before going outside, asking Diana and Ellie to stay with you. Will and Benny stood up, following Joel’s determined strides out, heading towards the quarantine room.

**********

The townsfolk were queuing outside the clinic to get tested for blood donation. Marcus was a well-liked guy, you a well-loved woman, and everyone was shocked to hear what happened, all clamouring to do what they could to help. The crowd gave way as the three Miller men walked out, knowing where they were going, quietly cheering them on.

Tommy and Maria was in front of the quarantine room, Hank and some other guys with them, guarding the entrance. Some townsfolk were not too happy with Pete since they’d heard what happened, apparently. Also, a certain Miller may or may not have walked in and gave Pete something to think about in the dark of night.

Maria tried. Maria really tried to stop them from going in. She had let Benny go alone last night, even delayed the doctor’s visit to him after Marcus’s surgery, quietly wanting Pete to get what he deserved, but all three of them? She couldn’t, as the Mayor of the town, in good conscience, let them do that, surely?

The men didn’t even stop. Hank actually pulled her aside as she tried to reason with the men, the other men parting willingly, Tommy quietly telling Joel to be careful. Joel didn’t even need to look at Tommy to know what he meant.

Pete’s face turned chalk white when he realized who had walked in. If Benny’s solo visit last night taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t the tough guy he thought he was. And now, there were three very angry men standing in front of him. All Pete could do was scream for the men standing outside to help him. But as the youngest of the three Millers closed the door behind him, he only saw the disgusted looks the men supposedly guarding him outside was throwing his way before Joel threw the first punch.

When the three men left, Pete was barely conscious on the floor of the quarantine room. Very much alive, nary an added bruise on his face, or anywhere that wasn’t covered in his clothing. Heck, his stitched stomach wound wasn’t even bleeding. But apart from that, Pete was a broken man, literally. And later that day, as he reported the supposed abuse he had received while in captivity to the town council, no one on the council deemed it necessary for him to take his clothing off to see why he couldn’t move his arms or legs, or why it hurt for him to breathe.

The men had taken Tommy’s advice and were very, very careful indeed.

And no one, not even Hank and Maria, recalled seeing the three Miller men anywhere near the quarantine room. In fact, the townsfolk of Jackson swore they hadn’t seen the three men around at all, save for the doctor and his nurses, who testified the three had been by your and Marcus’s bedside all day.

**********

It’d been two whole days. Two whole days and two whole nights since the incident. And Marcus had yet to wake up. You hadn’t even seen him, despite him being right next to you, behind a thin curtain. If you were back in the days before the outbreak, you would have been discharged by now, pumped full of drugs and let go with a whopping bill and a paper bag full of medicine you probably had to pay for out of pocket. But you were in a post outbreak world, where medication was scarce, and the clinic was a repurposed house.

Sitting up fully was too painful still, and the doctor didn’t want you to spend time sitting on a chair when you needed to heal. So no, Elena, you couldn’t see him yet. If he was awake, that would be a different matter. You wouldn’t have to sit up to see him. And if he drew the curtain back, he didn’t trust you enough not to force your way to him in the first place. A couple more days, he said. Let your ribs heal a bit more. The fact that your brain felt like it was floating in a skull twice its size didn’t help either. You got way too lightheaded every time you tried to stand up. Not that you weren’t stubborn enough to try despite the pain.

But your guard dog wouldn’t let you.

Every time you woke up from your medicated sleep over these two days, Joel was there, hand holding yours, head next to your own, sleeping in the most uncomfortable position you could imagine. He spoon-fed you your food, held your head up so you could drink, wiped your body with a wet towel under your clothes, even walked you to the bathroom, positively growling at the doctor and nurses if they dared suggest he should go home and rest.

He had even taken to wiping his own body with the wet towels after he had cleaned you up when you complained that he reeked, telling Ellie to run home for a change of clothes for himself, refusing to leave you at all.

When asked what happened to his busted hand, he claimed you must be imagining things, Will and Benny said the same thing when you asked about theirs. You decided there and then it was better not to ask.

He almost bit Vanessa’s head off when she visited, barking at her to leave. You asked him to let her stay. You knew she tried to seduce Joel. You knew her husband did this to you, but you saw her guilt-riddled face and felt nothing but empathy for her. It must have been difficult for her to come here. It must have been difficult for her to leave her house at all. You couldn’t even imagine what she must be feeling.

He only conceded when you promised he didn’t have to leave the room. He stood at the end of your bed, arms crossed over his chest, a scowl so evident on his face, refusing to take one step further.

Vanessa sat on the chair next to your bed, head hung down.

“I’m so sorry, Elena. I didn’t think he would do something like that to you.”

“Did he beat you, Vanessa?”

“No, never,” she said, too quickly, you thought. “Maybe wrenched my arm too hard every now and again when he got impatient, but no, he never beat me.”

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even know if you believed her, to be quite honest.

“They banished him,” she told you, as a single tear fell onto her lap. “A few men and your brothers took him out of Jackson this morning. I don’t know where. But I was told he would never come back.” She wiped her tears away, telling you she didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“I don’t even know if I wanted to, he treated me horribly. Humiliated me. He slept with every woman who would have him and flaunted it in my face. I know what you must think of me. Why couldn’t I just leave him? Plenty of other men in Jackson.” She wiped her tears off again. “But Elena, he was all I know. And before we got here, he was good to me. Kind to me. Protected me. There’s a reason I fell in love with him. But when we got here, it was like the old Pete disappeared. I don’t recognize him anymore. I…” her head hung down lower if it was possible, fingers playing with the hem of her jacket.

“I don’t even recognize myself anymore. The me I knew in back in the QZ, on the road, out there in the danger wouldn’t have put up with the humiliation he put me through. You should’ve seen me, Elena, I was tough. Bad ass. I didn’t take any bullshit from anyone, least of all men like him. And now…” her head hung impossibly lower. You couldn’t see her face at all anymore.

“Elena, I’m so sorry for what I did. I knew Joel only had eyes for you, but I pursued him anyway. I told people things, lied, exaggerated, about me and Joel, hoping Pete would be jealous, fight for me, and we could go back to the way we were, you know? Instead, he…” she broke down, her shoulders shaking.

You looked at Joel. His demeanour didn’t change at all. Not even a little bit. You were reminded of the Joel you met back in Boston, the one you travelled with, so different from the man he was just a few minutes ago, before Vanessa came in.

“Anyway,” Vanessa continued, as her sobs began to cease, “I came to apologize, and to say goodbye. I’m leaving. Ricky offered me a place at his farm. His children could use some help around there. I don’t think I can stay and face the people here anymore, face you, your brothers, Marcus, Joel… I can’t…” she wiped more tears off her face, standing up.

“Please forgive me, Elena, Joel. I won’t be bothering you two anymore. I wish the two of you the happiness that you deserve. Take care of each other,” she said, bending down a little to give you a careful hug, smiling at you as she straightened back up, walking away, stopping in front of Joel, whose expression softened a little bit, nodding at her. She smiled, took another look at you, and walked out.

**********

Day seven, and Marcus still hadn’t woken up. His vitals were stable, the doctor said. Without the proper equipment, there wasn’t much he could do to determine what was wrong. All you could do was wait and hope he would find his way back.

The first time you saw him two days ago, you broke down. He looked so pale, yet so at peace. Like he was sleeping, but not really. You were discharged this morning, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to leave his bedside, worried that someone would come knocking on your door to tell you he had…

You couldn’t even bring yourself to think of that word.

Oh, Marcus, please wake up. You couldn’t afford to lose his friendship right now.

You were feeling much better. Your cuts and bruises had healed, your fingers were still in a splint, but they were not bothering you as much. Your ribs were not broken after all, you could move your hand almost as you could before. You no longer needed pain medication daily. You just needed to come in every day for a check-up. But the doctor was satisfied enough with your progress to let you go home.

Your brothers came to bring you home, even if Joel was already doing that. He hadn’t left you at all. Ellie came daily, bringing you your favourite book and food, clothes for Joel, hanging out, just the three of you and Marcus, reading the Fellowship of the Ring out loud so Marcus could hear too, even though he once told you he hated reading that book when in school. Bad teacher, he said.

You went to kiss Marcus goodbye for the day, promising him you would be back to sit with him the next day. And that’s when you saw Benny carrying your pack. The pack you didn’t have with you throughout your stay at the clinic.

“What’s that?”

“Your pack, I went to your place and got some clothes for you to wear.”

“Why would you need to pack anything? I’m going home.”

Will cleared his throat, “No, you’re coming back with us,” he said, “You’ll be staying with us until you are fully healed.”

“Why?”

“Elena,” Joel said, his voice soft. “I have to get back on rotation, I can’t be with you at all times,” he told you.

“I know that, but why do I need to stay with them? I can go home. I can do stuff alone.”

“Elena,” Benny coaxed. “We just wanted to be sure you were okay. Please don’t fight us on this.”

“I am okay. I’m not some damsel in distress you need to keep an eye on.”

“Elena, you were attacked. Please give us this one peace of mind. We just needed you to be with one of us, let us keep an eye on you. Please.”

You knew they meant well, but you bristled at Will’s words.

“I do not need protecting! I do not need help! I took care of myself just fine for 21 years. I do not need you guys to protect me! I am not weak! Leave me alone!”

You wrenched your pack from Benny’s hand, wincing at the pain that was searing across your side, and walked out of the clinic, going as fast as you could to your own apartment.

When you finally got home, your sides burning from the weight of your pack, from walking too fast, from climbing the stairs, you laid down on your bed, ignoring Joel’s pleas for you to open the door.

He left after a few hours of trying. Ellie came by, telling you Joel sent her, bringing food for your dinner. She offered to stay, but you wouldn’t let her. You were fine. You glanced down to Joel, who was standing in the snow, hands in his pocket, looking up at you pleadingly. You shut the door after pushing Ellie out.

You were angry. How dare they thought you needed protecting? You were without them for years. You protected yourself fine.

You were fine.

But try as you might, you couldn’t sleep that night – the first night in a week that you had to sleep without medication. Every time you drifted off, you could see Pete above you, his hand around your throat, and you would be right back there again, unable to breathe, to scream.

You sat up on your bed, sweating profusely, your breaths heavy in the darkness.

Fuck. You couldn’t live like this.

There were some rustling and crackling going on outside your place. You could see some faint flickering going on through the curtain. You padded to the window to see. There was a single person tent set up a ways away from the staircase, an oil drum in front of it, fire burning merrily inside. A lone camping chair was next to it. You heard crunching footsteps approaching, a hooded figure carrying firewood coming into view, placing them gently next to the drum, as if trying to be as quiet as possible.

The figure turned and sat on the chair, taking a thermos out of their pocket, sipping from it, a book in the other hand. And then, he looked up to your window.

Will.

He saw you. He knew you saw him. But he didn’t care. He raised his thermos at you, in fact, and started reading by the fire.

You wanted to yell at him to go away. But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t because you felt a lot safer with him there.

Fuck.

As you laid in bed, Vanessa’s words kept playing in your mind.

Tears were pouring down your face.

Was that you now, too? Were you her? Had you gone soft? You couldn’t defend yourself from Pete. You used to be badass. Bill, of all people, trusted you to have his back. Fuck, you defended your little area, mainly just you and Bill, for twenty years. And on the road? You had Joel’s back. Ellie’s back.

And you fell to Pete?

And because you failed to take care of yourself, Marcus was now on a bed at the clinic, in a coma, all because he tried to save you from the mad man you couldn’t defend yourself from.

You were weak.

You’d gone soft.

You were a bad friend.

Marcus, please wake up. It’s my fault. Please don’t go. Please wake up.

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Part 13

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ellaa-writes · 8 months ago

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You usually don't pick men up at bars, but after a failed 5 year relationship you decided to fuck it all and head to the busiest bar in your city.

Wading through the crowds, letting your body sway to the music. Your sparkly dress catching the dancing lights above you. And lucky for you, the reflecting lights also caught the eye of him.

John hid in the shadows well, taking up all the space and then some. Nursing the watered down whiskey he ordered hours ago. He's not even sure why he comes here, he hates crowded spaces but it's the closest thing too feeling alive then staring down the barrel of a gun. He downs the last of his drink, leaving his corner, it's time to play a little.

It didn't take much too convince you to go home with him. You felt his hands wrap around your waist, your hips swaying to the beat. His groin attaching itself to your ass, your bodies melting together. One light touch of his lips to yours and your fate was sealed.

He carried you across his home and into his bed with ease. Stripping your clothes and leaving you bare and wanting. The light from the moon casting shadows across his harden features, playing with curves and dips of his physique. Your mouth watered at the sight, every inch of him was sculped by Angelo himself. His eyes bearing down into your own, filling you up hole.

He had you on your back, his mouth feasting on your power sodden pussy. Sticky and a mess, your essence taking to root in his mustache. Before you knew it he was using his strengthen behind each thrust, rhythmic movements pushing you over the edge. Pulling out soon as you were about to fall over, but he held onto you pulling you back.

Flipping you over onto your stomach as his hands roamed down your ass. If you weren't so drunk on lust you would have noticed sooner. But the first feeling on his fingers prodding at your tightly puckered hole had you reeling back and away from his touch, but not for long. He liked the chase, over powering his prey. He had you back towards the edge of the bed, a firm slap to your ass, the only warning you would get before his fingers find you again.

Using your slick from your dripping pussy he eased one thick finger in, it had you seeing stars and clenching the silky sheets. You whispered to him that it was too much, you couldn't possibly take him their. But he was a determined man, easing another finger into you his lips finding your hardened clit and giving it a good suck. He removed his fingers with a pop before lining his pussy soaked cock with your thoroughly stretched hole.

John made sure you felt every painful stretch, sinking himself to the hilt. Relishing in the feeling of you clenching around him, your sweet whimpers injecting straight into his veins. He felt himself reaching his peak, he slid his arm underneath you to play with your aching clit. Giving you exactly what you needed, he could feel you tighten around him even more. Your orgasm ripped out of you, the sensation of having your ass split open and battered had you panting, lost for words. John followed seconds after, his seed filling up your used hole.

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You're 40 weeks with twins and can hardly move. You start having proper contractions so I take you to the hospital. You're confused though as I told you you would be birthing at home. Since the contractions are already overpowering you don't ask anything as you are wheeled into a private room.

The nurse has you spread your legs and examines you. She murmurs something briefly to me and I nod. As the next contraction hits you feel a sharp pain down there. "What did you do to me" you ask as the nurse emerges.

"That injection will stop your contractions for a few weeks as your husband says it's too early for you to give birth."

You feel a warm sensation as the contractions subside, but the babies are low and your cervix aches to be dilated. "But there is so much pressure, I'm so uncomfortable, how can I go to 42 weeks like this?"

The nurse checks her notes. "I have you listed to give birth at 43 actually, as for the pressure we can recommend belly rubs and intercourse. We have already given your husband a list of punishments for when you misbehave so I suggest you stop complaining."

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It's quite a thing to adjust to being back on eldercare duty 9-12 hours a day, every day [1], which is pretty close to how my life was five years ago right before my dad's needs became so overwhelming that we had to transfer him to a nursing home. [2]

Except my dad's weaknesses were mostly physical — mentally he was quite sharp for a nearly 95-year-old — and back then my mom was well enough to keep him company, do the cleaning and laundry, and make meals for him so I could focus on managing his home care (and all the phone calls and paperwork that involved), helping him in and out of bed for naps, and wheeling him to and from the washroom as needed. Even if it was a lot of work, I wasn't doing ALL the work, and I could go for a walk in the woods or run a few errands without worrying (much) that Bad Things would happen in my absence. My mom, though, is physically in decent shape for 92, apart from her Meniere's Disease (aka chronic vertigo). But over the past year she's been increasingly losing her executive function and ability to retain recent memories. She's starting to leave her essential items like hearing aids and glasses in odd places around the house, and getting distressed when she can't find them.

Most tasks that used to be routine for Mom are beyond her now, and even writing down the steps for her doesn't help. She either forgets to look at the instructions, or she's too confused to follow them. Even answering the phone is a challenge these days, because if she can't hear the caller right away (which she usually can't, despite the volume enhancement) she starts pressing buttons at random and hangs up on them more often than not.

So for the past three months I've been running downstairs every hour or two all day to give my mom her medications, make her lunch and dinner, do her laundry, take her for her daily walk, answer her phone, turn on the TV for her, shepherd her through her nightly bedtime routine, and reassure her when she's worried about something she can't remember. It takes up a big chunk of every day in addition to my own family and church responsibilities (neither of which I want to give up or think I should). And that's assuming Mom doesn't have one of her out-of-the-blue excruciating nerve pain attacks, a fairly new development which involves a whole other level of care and leave us both exhausted for a day or more afterward. [3]

But the hardest part is that I can't leave the house now, even for a short time, without hiring a professional caregiver or recruiting a family member to take my place. My mom no longer remembers how to phone me in a crisis, and is unable to take any of her needed vertigo or pain medications on her own. If someone isn't right there to help, Bad Things will most definitely happen at some point, and more likely sooner than later.

Worse, I have no sisters, only brothers, all of whom live hours away. And as my Mom's need for care becomes increasingly specialized and personal, they're less and less equipped -- or suitable, from a woman's point of view -- to help her for more than a few hours at a time. And if Mom has one of her out-of-the-blue pain attacks, they aren't trained to give her the injection she needs. [4] So they'd have to give her oral meds and watch her suffer for 30-45 minutes before the pills kick in — and having gone through that myself several times now, I wouldn't wish the experience on my worst enemy. Or put my Mom through that much pain again, if I can help it.

But she's not in pain, or sick with vertigo, all the time. In fact, she can go for days or weeks without an attack. She's able to move about freely with her walker, chat with visiting helpers and family, stroke our two cats and enjoy looking out the back window at our yard. She looks forward to the meals I make for her and exclaims over how tasty and nourishing they are. She's lived in my basement for 20 years now, so everything is familiar and comforting. And right now, she's as safe here as she could be anywhere. The idea of transferring her to a care home even if there was a bed available (which there isn't — the waiting list in this area is 3-5 years for 24-hour nursing care and 10 years for assisted living) just doesn't seem to make sense, or be anything but cruel to her. And while there are some places that offer overnight respite care for up to a week, they only do that for clients enrolled in their adult day programs — which my mom can't attend because of her complex and unpredictable symptoms.

So I don't know when I'll ever get another vacation. I certainly can't take any overnight trips, or even day trips, right now. Unless I hire a registered nurse to stay with Mom the whole time I'm gone, and pay her hundreds of dollars to do it.

I don't really know why I'm writing this, except to get it off my chest. I love my Mom and I want to do my best for her. I'm thankful that despite her physical and mental health issues she is a loving, grateful and overall very obliging person to care for. She thanks and praises me for everything I do to help her, and apologizes for taking up so much of my time. I know she never wanted to put me in this position any more than I want to be in it.

But it's hard. It's really, really hard. And I wish I knew how long this is going to go on.

-- [1] Not counting the occasional calls in the middle of the night, which I hope will be fewer now that I've moved the call bell to keep my mom from knocking it by accident.

[2] Dad passed in early 2020, just before the pandemic. I'm still thanking God daily for that timing because I can't even imagine what it would have been like trying to visit him in lockdown.

[3] We've been to the hospital and our family doctor multiple times about this. Nobody can figure out why it's happening or how to stop it. We're supposed to get a CT scan at some point, which I hope will give us some more answers, but that could be weeks or months away.

[4] I myself was only trained a few days ago, and without any medical background or experience, I'm far from confident about it. Not even sure how well it's going to work, but something has to.

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