#one of the kids in the neighborhood has to get a medical procedure done that requires staying still afterwards

[tj-crochets]

I'll be making the pink and purple walrus! A kid in my neighborhood claimed this one

So I want to make a quick plushie or two before I work on another quilt, and there's a new CholyKnight walrus pattern I want to make, but I don't have enough of a medium brown in the right fabric, so my color options are dark brown with medium brown muzzle or medium green with slightly darker green muzzle (the muzzle fabrics are a different texture and I only have a few colors of it) Wait I could make a pink walrus? I forgot I have that too, so the options are dark brown, green, or pink. Or I could do light purple with a pink muzzle? Wait should I make a pastel pink and purple walrus and give it fairy wings?

[cuddleswinchester]

Re: questions for worldbuilding. Any thoughts on Charles, Donna, Liv and the difficult teenage years phase? Young adult and adult life?

I have thought about this all afternoon and I’m going to give a long answer. (Thank you <3 )

I’m glad that Liv has a solid foundation with her parents, built on love and trust. It makes it less painful for me to consider them arguing. Because of course they’re going to get into arguments, what teenager doesn’t? Donna has been preparing for this for years. It’s harder on Charles, who is just as prone to getting frustrated over ‘nothing’ as Liv is right now. I foresee many nights of him in bed sighing loudly into his pillow, and Donna comes in and touches him on the back or shoulder, like

“She doesn’t hate you.”

Charles, crying: “I know.”

And Charles is equipped to tell his daughter it’s okay that her feelings don’t make sense. They don’t need to make sense. She does not need to try and explain herself to him after they argue, they just spend some time apart to calm down, and then it’s back to normal. He doesn’t expect her to apologize, and he’s more likely to ask if she’s in pain at all than demand an explanation. If there is something she wants to talk about, she has two great parents who will listen and give advice. She also has a lot of friends through her school, orchestra, and the Girl Scouts, so she always has someone she can talk to, or just a friendly face if she needs one. It’s important to me that she isn’t going through any of this alone! (She’s my kid too lol)

Her biggest frustration (and I’m sure it’s a common one) comes with getting her period. She hates losing any of her privacy, and it’s been years since she has needed a caregiver at home and she doesn’t want to feel like she’s regressing. She wants to be independent but also likes living with her parents, she doesn’t want things to change. I think she would do okay with her parents’ help a few times (there is no couple anywhere in the neighborhood More Chill about handling someone else’s blood) and then insist she can figure it out on her own, but she is struggling and they know this. She doesn’t feel it happening and she’s embarrassed when she doesn’t know :(

Fortunately for her, her parents always have Medical Advice when she has frustrations such as this one.

Charles brings it up carefully, like he did when she was given the option to have her -ostomy procedures done. He doesn’t want her to feel forced into anything, and lets her know of benefits and potential complications. Unfortunately Liv is a bit early to have a laparoscopic hysterectomy, so she would have additional recovery time and scarring to deal with. Forced sterility being the norm around this era, so I want to make it very very clear that Charles explains all of this in detail, and that Liv - bless her heart and soul - assumed all children were adopted until she was like, at least ten years old. So being told ‘you wouldn’t be able to have children naturally,’ doesn’t upset her, it makes her wonder why she never thought about that possibility at all.

“Any time I thought about myself being a mom, I always thought my kids would be adopted,” she tells Charles.

“...it can be very rewarding,” he replies. (I swear I’m always making this man Choked Up but he is. That’s just how he is. On the brink of experiencing Emotions.)

Once again, her parents do not perform the surgery, but they are present, and Liv gets to recover at the hospital in Donna’s PACU ward, Charles visits her room constantly.

In lighter news though, how I said she has lots of friends!! I think for her 13th birthday, she organizes a special movie night for her party. She invites everyone in her class (all of whom use mobility aids of some kind), and some girls from her Troop. And Cousin Charles comes to visit also. They’re going to the movies! You know Charles makes sure there’s a theater with plenty of open space so they can all sit together as friends.

Meanwhile, he and Donna are going to another movie at the same theater. This absolute dork (affectionate) gives Liv his pager to let her know if she needs anything. I love this for them because it’s discreet for Liv but beeps loud as hell at Charles, and you bet he is there as fast as humanly possible any time she uses it. PLUS when it’s beeping in public Especially in the quiet movie theater, his Extra ass gets to be like ‘EXCUSE ME I AM A DOCTOR’ which he loves doing tbqh

So while they’re inviting kids to this, Donna is helping fill out the invitations, and Liv has listed out everyone in her class except this One Boy (because she Likes him and she’s all Flustered about it) so Donna has to ‘remind her’ to add his name and she is just like blushing and rambling and oh oops I forgot :) (she did not forget) thank you Mom :)

And she has a great time at her birthday party on her (not at all) secret date.

“My only advice is to… not get married tonight,” Charles says.

“Dad!”

“...or, do. It’s worked out just fine for us.”

“Mom!”

Then they leave her with her friends to have fun! I haven’t thought about what movie they go to see… maybe Grease. Charles is honestly in awe of his little girl having more friends than he ever has in his life, and he’s glad about it too. Where did I go wrong myself vs. where did I go very very right with my kid. That’s what it’s all about babey.

So essentially I think if you have supportive parents and a lot of friends going through it with you, growing up isn’t so bad. In her case.

When she’s an adult!

Like I said, she wants to be independent, but she genuinely likes her parents (imagine that) and they have everything in the house set up just for her. It would be a pain to get all of that done in a new house (though her parents would make it happen) and she’d be lonely. Charles and Donna try to give her more time and space to herself, and if she wants to go out with friends or on dates they will drop her off wherever she wants to go and not hover over her all night. I think she’s on track to audition for the BSO when she turns 18. If she goes that route, she does not even go to college and Charles realizes after a while that he LOVES THAT for her. It’s not something they argue about, but he has been quietly working on improving accessibility at a number of universities in Massachusetts…... Yes, including Harvard…. And he’s a bit sad she doesn’t end up attending any of them. But she is such a talented musician, what more does she need to learn? He’s happy to know she’s spending all of her time playing, rehearsing, performing, and just being immersed in music.

If she doesn’t go that route, the only other thing I can picture her doing is curating for a museum in the city. She learned a lot about birds and textiles in particular as a girl scout, and can put that information to use in making amazing educational displays. Harvard, Tufts, and Amherst are all options for this (and I believe they would’ve been in Liv’s era, as well, though don’t quote me on that.) I think she’d enjoy it.

I think she went through a brief phase earlier in her life of thinking she is supposed to be a doctor or nurse, and being heartbroken that she… can’t. But, again, (and she has this in common with her dad) it never clicked that she could play music and do nothing else, for a career. She loves playing music, so she kind of assumed it wouldn’t be a job (even knowing she wanted to play with the orchestra since she first attended as a little girl.) Like father, like daughter. She also doesn’t need to have a job at all, strictly speaking, so it’s good she can pursue a passion :) Yeah, they’re going to need to reduce her rehearsal hours so she can rest. They need to give her enough room on stage instead of crowding her in between the other violinists. They need to make sure there is a restroom she can use. But in this happy universe, the staff and very likely the conductor, some of the musicians, etc. have known Liv since she was little, and they will do whatever she needs.

She might someday feel ready to move out, but I’m not sure she wants to. I think if she wants to live with a partner, that would be the deciding factor for her. Otherwise she gets along well with her parents, and has everything she needs and wants. If she moves out, she isn’t far away, and she can come and visit them any time <3

Thank you again SO MUCH for asking, and giving me something to write other than my Writing Project. I can elaborate on any of this too if you would like!

[anonsally]

Days 79-82 of COVID-19 shelter-in-place

These have been four very intense days both globally and personally. This admittedly long post will focus more (but not exclusively) on the personal side of that.

Day 79 was Wednesday. I hadn’t had enough sleep, but I got up at a reasonable hour because I needed a ballet class. Before class started, I got a call from the medical center for scheduling a procedure I need to have done. That will be in 2 weeks, contingent on me testing negative for COVID-19 four days beforehand. I’m anxious about the procedure but will be glad to get it over with after several months of worry. Anyway, ballet class was good for calming me down. 

It was hot out. I did my parents’ grocery shopping (and bought a few things for us) and then had a nice conversation with my dad when I dropped off his groceries. We talked about the state of the world. He told me about a city that had literally fired its entire police department and started over... which is what we probably need on a national level, with very few exceptions. 

I refueled the car on the way home and got a predictably late start on my work day. Wife got two more job interviews scheduled at very different companies. I took a walk, spotting another Steller’s jay at the bird feeders. The jays are so much larger than the little birds who frequent the feeders!

I then went to try to buy milk, but the tiny independent market had closed early to enable the employees to get home before curfew. So I had to go to Trader Joe’s instead. By the time I got home I was somewhat demotivated about food prep, but luckily Wife pulled herself together and scrambled me an egg. I didn’t manage to get to bed till 1am, which was at least an hour later than I’d intended, but Wife was still up at 4am!

Day 80. I forced myself to get up at 8:30 since I knew I would need to go to bed early that night. I arranged to (video-)meet with my boss at 12:30. I started work around 11am or so and got a few thing done. The meeting with my boss was good--partly social, discussing how we were coping with the situation and working from home, what we missed about the office, and such, but we also talked about what I’ve been working on. She reminded me that the study section reviewing my grant application will be meeting this month, so I will have to remember to check my scores.

Afterwards we had a meeting with a few other coworkers, which was fairly productive. I had a short “coffee break” video call with a colleague, too. The county-wide curfew was lifted a day early.

After work, I took a walk in a direction I hadn’t gone in a while. Was heartened to see Black Lives Matter signs even in cul-de-sacs in a wealthy, mainly white neighborhood. I picked up takeout for dinner, and did a bunch of Adulting in the early evening, including preparing for the next morning. I was in bed by 10:45pm.

Day 81. My alarm got me up at 5am, and we left at 6am. We got to the medical center on time at 7am and I went in (Wife was not allowed to accompany me, but had to be there to drive me home; there was a separate room across the street for visitors to wait in, which was good because it was suddenly very cold outside). Initially, there was a lot of waiting, during which I did a little bit of yoga and dancing as I knew I would not be able to move much for the rest of the day. I was there for a diagnostic procedure involving a needle (for data privacy reasons I won’t get more specific here; it’s unrelated to the procedure I’m having in 2 weeks), which required me to remain horizontal for 4 hours afterwards, at least according to the information they’d given me beforehand. I had to be fasting from midnight the night before: no food or drink, including water.

Eventually I was wheeled down to the ultrasound department, where the doctor who planned to do the procedure met me and the radiologists. However, when they looked at the images, there were a lot of vessels around. The doctor did not feel confident that she could do the procedure based on a mark on my skin without accidentally hitting a blood vessel. So she asked the radiologists to do it as an ultrasound-guided procedure, which would be safer since they would be able to see what they were doing on the ultrasound. This procedure was done with only local anaesthetic. Mostly I couldn’t feel what was going on, and it was supposed to be very quick, but unfortunately, the resident had a lot of trouble--the senior radiologist was trying to guide him through doing, but he couldn’t get the needle positioned quite right, and in the end the senior radiologist had to do it herself. It was pretty uncomfortable and there were some moments where it was quite painful. I tried to breathe deeply and stay relaxed, but it was hard. When they finally got it to work, it was over pretty quickly. I was relieved. It was about 11am by then.

However, I had to spend an hour in a large recovery room with many other patients, while my blood pressure and pulse were monitored. I had expected to have the procedure done upstairs in the room where I’d started, where I had left all my stuff. They very kindly sent someone up to retrieve my phone for me so I could at least text Wife and my parents so they would know the worst of it was over. 

After an hour I was wheeled upstairs and transferred from the gurney to a bed (this took 3 people as I was not allowed to stand up yet) for more monitoring. They drew my blood to test my blood counts; I was going to be allowed to leave after only 2 hours of bed rest if the counts were stable. After the 2 hours, I was allowed to get up and use the bathroom (and grab the crossword puzzles from my backpack to work on), and then I continued resting while waiting first for the blood counts, which finally came back fine, and then for the discharge papers, which took an unreasonably long time. Around 2pm the nurse finally allowed me to have some ice--hoorah! (I was parched. I normally drink at least 2 liters of water per day.) At 2:40pm I was cleared to leave; I texted Wife, who went to get the car and picked me up at the entrance to the hospital at about 3pm. 

Literally every single person on the hospital staff was kind and friendly. They all introduced themselves to me by name, including the people whose job it was to simply wheel me from one place to another, and they all seemed to be invested in my well-being. When I was being wheeled through the hallway, whenever we passed anyone else who worked there they smiled and said hello both to me and to the person in charge of transporting me. It seemed like everyone working really considered themselves a team, with respect for everyone regardless of place in the hospital hierarchy. Since, like all patients during this pandemic, I was there alone and a bit anxious, it made the experience much less unpleasant than it could have been.  

I spent 8 hours in the hospital, so I really hope I didn’t catch COVID-19, but the procedures seemed pretty good. I was wearing a mask almost all the time (except in the room where I was waiting at the beginning and end, which was essentially private), as were all the employees, and everyone was sanitising their hands every time they entered or exited a room or touched any equipment. I also didn’t spend the whole time with any one person. So, hopefully it was safe. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon vedging out at home, rehydrating, and finally eating, and I went to bed earlier than usual though later than I expected, around 12:15am.

Day 82. I wanted to try to get a lot of sleep so my body could heal from yesterday’s ordeal, so today I slept till about 10am. The wound from the procedure is tender to the touch and there’s a small bruise near it, but otherwise I’m not in pain from it. Except my ankle is in more pain than it’s been in for ages, and I have no idea why. Maybe I slept on it funny? Or maybe it’s an aftereffect of the weird position I had to hold during the procedure.

I think my joy at getting to eat cereal this morning was perhaps a bit over-the-top!

Wife had a bad headache today, likely caused by neck tension from all the driving yesterday. I am still pretty tired today, despite all the sleep, but I suppose that’s to be expected.

We went to the farmers’ market and stumbled upon a socially-distanced, family-friendly protest. A friend of mine was there with her kids, but I didn’t see her. We bought our produce--though I had to make an extra trip back to the car to drop off my purchases, as I am not supposed to lift anything heavy today. The stand with the curried fish had run out, but they still had some uncooked prepped fish, so we bought that and they explained how to steam it at home. We came home and cooked the fish and ate it for lunch; it was just as good as it would’ve been if they’d cooked it. Phew! Other than that we’ve been relaxing at home, though Wife did gather her energy and go for a run, which has helped to relieve her headache a little (as has the bath she took afterwards, and the painkillers she took). 

I’m hoping to feel up to taking a dance class (online) tomorrow. 

[junionigiri]

Ruby Red and Caramel Ch 10: Caramel

Summary: Momo is a hero; Katsuki gets another chance. They go home.

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: some blood mentioned but all medical. Also... last chapter? :) if i get another episode of hyperfocus I’ll upload the epilogue soon!

“Why the hell are we doing this to ourselves?! Aggh!”

Tetsutetsu is the one who yells this against the chilly night outside of Momo’s apartment, where he and Yosetsu and Itsuka are having a break. It’s a highly improper thing to do in such a quiet neighborhood and Yosetsu tells him off for it. Momo, however, is inclined to agree with his sentiment.

It’s hard not to. All they’ve done the entire year was to study, up until finals, where they studied harder than they ever knew they could.

“’Cause we want to help people. Make a difference and all that,” Itsuka supplies without any of her usual vim and vigor. The usually upbeat redhead is all but drained of her positivity studying mutation-quirk anatomy.

Tetsutetsu makes a frustrated noise again before dropping on the concrete like a block of metal. “Yeah, I know I know, but it’s so hard to think of that when all we do is study our asses off!!! It doesn’t make me feel like I can help people, it just makes me feel like I might be too dumb to be a doctor!”

“You have a point,” Yosetsu deadpans, earning him a stern glare from Momo and a big-handed slap from Itsuka. “Hey, I’m agreeing with the first part of his statement!… and only just a little bit of the dumb part.”

Another slap rings throughout the night. Tetsutetsu doesn’t seem that offended though. He might be too much of a sport, or just too tired, or both.

Momo takes this opportunity to chime in, “But you know, it’s times like this where I wonder what it would be like if we didn’t go to medical school.”

Her three friends eye her in curiosity, Yosetsu especially. “You’re thinking about your middle school fantasy again, Momo?” he says teasingly.

She smiles at him with a shrug. “Don’t you?”

Itsuka chuckles at that. “Yeah, definitely. I think everyone does from time to time.” She stretches her hands up above her and stares at them in interest. “I wonder what my life would be like if I had pushed through going to UA instead of Shiketsu GS? Would I be a distinguished pro-hero right now?”

Without missing a beat, Tetsutetsu shouts with a grin, “Of course you would, Kendo! And I definitely would be Battlefist’s biggest fanboy!!! I’d be your fanclub president!”

“You’re already Battlefist’s biggest fanboy,” Yosetsu says flatly, as Itsuka giggles with a blush.

“But you’re onto something there, Yaoyorozu!” Tetsutetsu swings his fists meaninglessly into the air in front of him, making it sound. “I thought a lot about bein’ a pro too! Still think of it, even though it’s too late for us since we’re old and all. But it kinda freaks me out sometimes, y’know… I mean, it ain’t exactly a safe job and all. We could break our necks out there, or worse!”

Yosetsu nods sagely at that. “Yeah… being a pro ain’t a joke. Remember that thing that happened when we were in middle school? The one with All Might?”

“Yes, I imagine everyone does,” Itsuka says, her ponytail bobbing as she nods. “That’s what stopped me from applying in the first place. From the start, Mom and Dad were iffy about me going to heroics, but… I mean, if that terrible thing could happen to a kid and All Might himself, even with all the heroes around...”

They fall silent, as if to reminisce collectively on the events that happened. When All Might saved that child and all the consequences happened, everyone was exposed to the brutal truth of heroics: that heroes are humans who put more than their lives on the line, and sometimes heroes can’t be saved.

And with so little heroes, who is there left to stand up for the rest of them? Times like this, Momo wishes that she stood her ground into going to UA even more. With all due humility, she thinks she would have been a good hero. People need a versatile quirk like hers, and she thinks that she is competent enough to make so many things to help them…

An alarm sounds from her phone, signalling the end of their break. The four of them collectively groan.

“Well, that’s about it for our flashback scene,” Itsuka says, dragging a protesting Tetsutetsu by the arm to the apartment. Momo and Yosetsu follow, with him putting an arm around her and her leaning her head against his shoulder.

Perhaps noticing her exhaustion or her sudden glumness, he rubs a hand comfortingly over her shoulder. “You’ll be saving people one day too, Momo. So don’t look so down.”

“You think so?”

He nods, obviously tired but very confident. “Definitely. You won’t be a pro, but you’re gonna be someone’s hero one day.” And then, with a teasing grin, he adds, “And you don’t need to traipse around in a hot red bathing suit to do it, either. Not that I mind that wardrobe in particular, but--”

“Yosetsu. ”

He laughs and sticks out his tongue, the teasing grin on his mouth not going away.

They spend the next few hours cramming medical knowledge in their head, until one by one they drop on the floor, asleep and practically dead to the world.

 *

 The operating room is emptier than it’s ever looked, and it disorients Momo at first. Besides her and Katsuki, only Dr. Kayama the anesthesiologist and a lone nurse who goes in and out of the operating room, obtaining all the tools they need. Apart from that, the patient being tended to by Dr. Midnight, as she’s called sometimes, are the only living beings in the usually crowded room.

Gloved hands up, Katsuki looks across her, ruby red eyes burning intensely between cap and mask. “Ready when you are, doc.”

Momo nods. “Let’s do this.”

All of their patients are victims of the attacks on the three districts infiltrated by the Nomu who suffered from head trauma. Some cases are harder and more complicated than others because of quirks that make the structures of their skulls, skin, and even the anatomy of the brain different.

“Quirk suppressants running, Dr. Yaoyorozu.” Dr. Kayama, despite the looming emergencies they have lined up, looks utterly confident. Years and years of experience makes her look like she would do no wrong.

Momo wishes she can smile the way she is right now. It’s only the first patient and already the self doubt creeps at the back of her mind. At the first cut of the skin, at the first drip of blood seeping from the line, her hand freezes.

She doesn’t know how long she stares at the cut, but Katsuki snaps her out of it with a bark of her name and a glare of ruby eyes. “Focus,” he says in the fierce and gentle way that only he can do. “You know what to do next.”

And Momo realizes that he’s right. The freezing happens once or twice more, and each time Katsuki’s voice gets her out of the fog. She doesn’t know how she manages it, but they manage through the operation in an hour and thirty minutes.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

They look at the scans and the cases with Dr. Kayama and Kendo, who goes in and out of the OR and makes sure everyone is all right. As they set up for the next operation, Katsuki urges her to eat something, even though the adrenaline in her bloodstream doesn’t let her feel hungry.

The next operation starts. Momo’s thin hands getting more acquainted to the feel of the drill. The self-doubt is there, but it’s easier to ignore the voice this time as her movements become more practiced, more confident. Katsuki is focused and silent, quick to do what he needs to do on the field without being told.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

Momo wrings her hands, making sure that they’re steady. They’re thin outside of the surgical gloves, and pale. Katsuki forces another rice ball into her, and scrubs in for the next case.

They operate again. The drill cuts through bone and makes a great noise that reverberates through the haze in her head.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

They’re in there for a half day or more. Momo isn’t sure. They try to get the operations done under two hours at a time. There’s a lot of them though. Momo knows; she saw the people thrown by the monsters, crushed by debris, caught in between the pro’s fights or the other civilians desperately evacuating through narrow sidestreets. Shinsou tells them that he and Dr. Aizawa are transferring as many emergency cases as they can to the other hospitals, but it’s difficult because of all the damages in the roads. There isn’t much to that could be done to the massive influx of patients.

One patient comes out, another comes in.

“Momo,” Katsuki calls out.

She’s midway into cauterizing through skin. Momo tries to tell her hands not to shake so much. No, not now, not while they’ve just started.

She will do more harm than good with this knife in her hand. Closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. “I need a moment.”

The digital clock on the other side of the room reads 02:05. She doesn’t know if it’s AM or PM. The numbers don’t mean much anymore.

She feels a gloved hand over hers. Katsuki stares at her meaningfully. There’s fatigue there, but not the slightest bit of doubt.

“I got this,” is all he says.

Quietly he takes the tools from her hands and gives her the handfuls of gauze in his hands. There are many reasons why she should stop him from doing this--he isn’t affiliated with this hospital. Best Jeanist will take the brunt of the responsibility if he makes a mistake, at the risk of both their licenses. He hasn’t done surgeries for a year or so, except when he stitched up Endeavor’s neck earlier and saved his life.

She doesn’t even know if he’s done this before. If he knows this type of procedure apart from reading books or watching what Momo has done all day.

But all Momo has to do is to look at Katsuki, his fiery gaze, his steady hands, the way his body pulses in pure determination. And she realizes that she can trust him on this, with all her heart.

So she does.

The laser-focus look in his eyes, the same one he had earlier, comes back. His hands move precisely, every minute motion with a purpose, without an ounce of hesitation. When he speaks because he needs something done it’s in his usual bark, but more concise, leaving no room for confusion.

They eventually close the patient up without further problems. Katsuki doesn’t look like he did his first neurosurgery after so long. When Kendo comes in he tells her exactly what needs to be done for the patient without any unnecessary fanfare.

One patient goes out…

Time passes; Dr. Kayama keeps telling them to rest, but Katsuki and Momo keep refusing. “No matter what happens, this is the last patient we’re operating on, for heaven’s sake. I’m not as young or as fired-up as you two,” she says, brandishing her fuzzy pen like a whip.

Katsuki replies to this with a precise, totally impolite tch. “We gotta keep goin’ as long as there are patients coming in, old hag.”

Her brow twitches in offense at this. She looks like she has half a mind to sedate him, but luckily Kendo comes in and tells them good news. “We transferred the remaining emergency cases out, and we have no urgent need to operate on anyone right now. Nice job, you two.”

Dr. Kayama sings a brief hallelujah and tells them that she’s going to sleep in one of the rooms outside. Meanwhile, Kendo tells the two of them to sit on the floor while she gives them updates on the world outside.

Momo obliges, and only feels then how sore her feet and lower back are. The floor isn’t or comfortable by any means, but it feels heavenly after hours and hours of standing up. Katsuki falls in next to her.

“I can’t believe you two took on so many cases after fighting out there,” she tells them. “Actually, everyone really pushed themselves today… Honenuki and Todoroki and Amajiki-senpai. Tetsu and the other guys from ortho. Even Shishida and Tsuyu-chan found a way from the blocked streets to get to the hospital and went straight to OR and just operated until the patients stopped coming.”

“What the fuck else are we supposed to do, Dr. Ponytail #2? This fuckin’ hospital is lucky that a lot of us are still standing after all those fuckin’ Nomu tried killing us all,” Katsuki snarls without volume or vitriol. Kendo laughs softly, apparently too tired to do anything else but to accept her new nickname. 

“I dunno. All of you are on the verge of collapse, but are too stubborn to stop and rest. I mean, it’s heroic and all, but it’s pretty reckless, yeah?”

Kendo is one to talk. Momo heard talks of her and Tetsutetsu volunteering to transport much needed blood products via motorcycle while the Nomus were still ravaging the streets. She looks like she hasn’t had a moment to close her eyes since then, nor does it look like she intended to rest at all before this. Maybe this is the first moment she’s had to sit down too. 

The orange-haired doctor sighs with a tired smile. “It’s been twenty-seven hours since the code, did you know that?”

Twenty-seven hours. Maybe that’s why the room looks sideways and a little unfocused.

“... Yaoyorozu?”

She decides then that Katsuki’s shoulder is a really nice place to rest her head, although she feels the stiffness of it when he shifts to put his arms around her as if to support her.

“‘M fine, Kendo-san,” she says. Or she tries to. She probably didn’t speak clearly enough, because her orange-haired friend doesn’t look like she understands what she says very well. “You were saying?”

The sturdy thing she’s leaning against--it’s Katsuki, of course, she knows it’s him, even though for some reason she can’t raise her head to look at him or confirm his presence just now--breathes deeply and shudders with the movement. “Doesn’t matter, Momo. Just stay there, all right?”

“That’s right.” She sees Kendo go sideways too, teal eyes fluttering closed. She should tell her friend that the floor’s not a cushion and she should find a better place to rest, but she can’t tell her otherwise because they’re eye-to-eye and it means that they’re in the same place after all. “Y’know… it’s a good idea if we stay here for a bit, right?... rest and all. Bakugou-kun, it’s fine if Momo and I are like this, right?”

“Mm.” The surgery suite’s floor isn’t that dirty, but definitely isn’t designed for anyone to take a  nap on. Still, never has an idea sounded better to Momo. She knows she needs to shift her body this way or that way so her neck doesn’t strain or her back doesn’t get any more sore, but her arms don’t want to move. Her eyes don’t want to open. Her mouth doesn’t want to protest, not even when she feels something shift beside her and do the moving for her, leaving her curled up on the floor in what is probably an undignified heap.

She’s already dreaming by the time she’s wrapped in warmth and lifted to somewhere that makes her feel like she’s floating.

 *

 She wakes up from a dreamless sleep to softness and warmth and sunlight streaming through the windows.

She tries to rub her eyes, but feels something taped to the back of her hand. Flexes and stretches her fingers, feels the soreness of sleepiness as she does. She sees the line pierced through her skin, the bottle hooked to it. She wonders how she got there and who carried her there until she sees a head full of sandy blonde hair snoozing peacefully over the side of her bed.

She wants to smile for his presence, and frown as well--the IV line with the sugar solution flowing through it must be his doing. Really, she knows that she needs to rest after everything that’s happened, but he may be going a bit overboard.

He of all people needs sleep more than anyone, yet he’s doing it in such an uncomfortable and inefficient position. Still, he does so soundly, face relaxed as if secure, in the way that Momo loved to see.

Still, he should really take care of himself first and foremost. He of all people deserved to sleep on a bed after all that’s happened There’s room on the hospital bed for one more person. Even though it’s technically against protocol, she’s sure that Hosu Gen will let them sleep side by side, just this one time.

She runs a hand through deceptively soft blonde strands.

He sighs at the touch. It doesn’t take long before he’s already sitting up and blinking himself awake.

Bleary red eyes search hers. The natural scowl is on his face, but without the usual lion-like fierceness behind it. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he rasps out.

“Good morning, Katsuki.” She watches him for a while, allowing a small smile to form on her mouth as she watches him stretch and rub his eyes more awake. He looks exhausted, but different from the previous mornings they spent together. Calm, for some reason. “Is this your doing?”

He smirks as she holds up her hand with the IV line. “You don’t have any fat left on the rest of yer skinny ass. Gotta make sure you don’t die from the crash. Geez, you fuckin’ doctors really can’t take care of yourselves, huh?”

She raises one eyebrow at him. “You have some nerve, Bakugou Katsuki. Have you rested at all since...”

Wait, how long has it been already since she slept on the floor? Her sense of time gets challenged every now and then thanks to sleepless hospital shifts, but not to this extent. She fumbles for her phone on top of the side table and frowns. “... is this correct?”

Because if her eyes do not deceive her, it’s been three days since the Nomu attack; twenty seven hours spent in the operating room, and the rest of the time she spent knocked out cold, apparently.

Katsuki stretches and grunts in agreement. “Yeah… actually, most of you just slipped in a fuckin’ coma at the same time. Ponytail 2 did say that all of us fought with our quirks to get to the hospital, so it figures that we’d all crash since our bodies ain’t used to that kinda strain.”

Katsuki looks at her then, making her follow suit. She hasn’t had a chance to look at herself closely during the height of their operations, but it’s clear now how she’s literally skin and bones and on the verge of breaking apart. 

How hideous. Suddenly self-conscious of her appearance, she covers her front with two thin arms. “I suppose you’re right. It was really reckless of us to act like heroes when we weren’t. We really put ourselves in danger, and--”

She stops speaking when Katsuki holds both her hand. She thought he’s been looking at her this entire time, but the way he does it now, with such intensity and emotion, makes her wonder how she hadn’t noticed his eyes the entire time.

“You’re a hero, Momo. One of the strongest ones there is,” he says in such a quiet voice that burns low in the center of her heart, making it catch flame.

You’re a hero, the words echo in her soul. She realizes then how long she longed for someone to tell her these words on a podium, in a ridiculous costume, in front of the most important people in the country.

She never imagined how much more meaningful it is to hear it in this disheveled state, while wearing a hospital gown, in front of one of the most important people in her life. Before she knows it, there are tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes and a smile working its way on her face.

Katsuki huffs, but smiles fondly as the tears flow. One hand rises to cup her face, thumb rubbing against the damp trail on one too-hollow cheek. “And definitely the most beautiful one on the face of this fuckin’ planet. So if you keep lookin’ at yourself like you’re a fuckin’ bog witch, then I’m forced to remind you otherwise.”

Her voice is wet when she giggle-sobs at his ridiculous words. “Remind me again, Katsuki.”

He obliges, and then puts his lips on hers and holds her close, like he means it.

And she knows he does, because his kiss and his touch and his breaths are gentle and soft, subtle and uncharacteristic of him that it’s almost unreal. Oddly enough she’s aware of him, his realness and his presence, the thoughts running through his mind, the throb of his pulse, the blood running through his veins. She feels all of him, and she feels right at home.

Safe and sound.

It only lasts a few moments. When they pull apart, she suddenly doesn’t feel as fragile as she ought to feel.

“That good enough for ya?”

She hums in assent. “I suppose, but you might have to remind me every now and then.”

She swears she isn’t being needy when she links her thin hands with his strong, searing ones. It’s just that she’s sure, more than ever, that she’d like it very much if he stayed right there next to her.

She might truly be falling in-love with him, after all.

(And this might be the first time the words are spoken in her mind so clearly.)

He looks like he has words to say by the way his eyes look soft, but they sharpen in the next second when someone clears their throat behind him.

“Oh. Awase-san. And Midoriya-san?”

How long have they been standing along the doorway like that? She hopes that it isn’t too long, but she thinks it might have been, by how Yosetsu is scowling at Katsuki and how pink-faced Midoriya is.

“What the fuck are you nerds hanging out there like a couple of perverts, huh?” Katsuki growls, but with less bite than Momo expects.

Yosetsu returns his glare, but fortunately looks disinterested in another fight. He points his thumb at the stammering Midoriya and tells them flatly, “I just got here to visit Yaoyorozu. Not sure ‘bout this guy though--looks like he’s been standing outside the door for a long while before I got here.”

“You shitty--”

“Ahh! K-kacchan! It’s not like that!” Midoriya flails helplessly as Katsuki advances, and it looks so comical that Momo barely suppresses a giggle. “I was going to--I mean, Best Jeanist called us both to, um, assist him again just now, but you and Yaoyorozu-san were… Um, I didn’t see anything, but--”

“Holy shit, shut up fuckin’ nerd!” Katsuki looks like he’s a half-step away from straight-out physically assaulting Midoriya, but thankfully he just looks meaningfully at Momo as if to say I’ll handle this and shoves his hands in his scrubsuit pockets. “Is it a fuckin’ emergency? Just go right in and spit it next time already, you damn nerd!”

“S-sorry, Kacchan! Ah, it’s fine, the patient’s on the way up from ER, so anyway let me tell you about the case first…”

The unlikely duo begins to make their way out of the room, inexplicably amicable despite the profanities, as if the past hanging off their shoulders weighed absolutely nothing. Momo watches Katsuki’s back and all his easy confidence and feels more than enough comfort from it.

“So,” Yosetsu says with a lopsided smile, after a moment of silence spent staring after Katsuki’s shadow, “you love him yet?”

Momo’s face instantly warms, her mouth falling open stupidly at his flat, questioning gaze. “I--Awase-san, what are you--”

He sighs in mock exasperation. “So you don’t? What’s that smitten look on your face for, if not ‘cause of that bastard?”

She shakes her head free of her blush. “I--please, don’t call him a bastard, Awase-san. It’s unseemly and unfair, because he’s strong and kind and earnest and--”

“--and you’re in-love with him.”

She puffs her cheeks when he laughs at her undignified sputtering. After she recovers from it, she gives him her best haughty look and clears her throat. “And if I am? It’s… it’s not improper of me to feel this way about him, is it?”

“Of course not.” Yosetsu sits at her bedside and looks at her warmly. “For what it’s worth, Momo… I’m glad you found a guy like him. As weird as it is for me to say.”

He’s as straightforward and sincere as he’s ever been. It’s amusing that he is, and that he isn’t threatening violence for once, considering the subject of their odd conversation. “What do you mean by a guy like him?”

He hums. “Well… It’s not like I liked that guy from the start. He’s the biggest fuckin’ jerk on the get-go, he called you Dr. Ponytail in front of the whole hospital, he looks like he thinks of himself too highly--he’s just as obnoxious as Monoma, for cryin’ out loud, and that’s saying something--and worst of all he pulled that shit with you before…”

It’s funny that he looks like he’s thinking over his words carefully to be considerate as he says one insult after another. Momo would feel offended for Katsuki, but she knows that Yosetsu’s got a point to make at the end of all this.

“… and on top of that, the two of you together is just fuckin’ chaotic. I don’t know what the heck is up with you guys, pulling the shit you did with Endeavor and against those Nomus. You could have died, you know? And if it weren’t for the police being preoccupied during the time, you could both be facing charges for public usage of quirk--”

She flinches and apologizes weakly. Why is he scolding her out of nowhere, weren’t they talking about how Katsuki is good for her? Maybe she should interrupt him now because it is taking him a while to get to the point. 

“But… you know, despite all that, somehow he brought out the best in you, and vice versa.” He finally gives a thoughtful huff and looks at her in the eye. “When I saw you working by his side, I was sure that the you I knew back then is different from the you now. I dunno how, but you’re definitely stronger than before.”

She laughs weakly. “You all say that, but look at me.” She waves her hands briefly, showing off the IV line hooked to her vein.

He looks at her, small and frail in her hospital gown, and doesn’t bat an eyelash. “So?”

She sighs. “I almost died doing those reckless things… I probably caused a lot of trouble as well.”

“But you didn’t,” he says bluntly. “I’d say that’s pretty strong. And the fact that the bastard being with you somehow got those two blockheads to kiss and make-up… I’d say that’s monster-tier levels of amazing.”

She scrunches her eyebrows. “Those two--you mean, Midoriya-san and Katsuki are…”

Yosetsu’s face flashes in annoyance briefly. “Yeah. Dunno what the hell happened since I was also out cold when those two talked, but when I woke up they were already working together and taking on some of the emergency cases with Jeanist.” He leans forward with a look on his face designed to annoy. “So… looks like he’s aspiring to be less of an intolerable asshole? Sounds like love to me, Yaoyorozu.”

The blood returns to her face with a vengeance. Much to her chagrin, he notices this and laughs at her obnoxiously. And he accuses Katsuki of arrogance!

“You’re as annoying as ever, Awase-san,” Momo says, not without affection.

If it’s true though, she’d feel so very ridiculously proud of Katsuki for letting go of his pride and resentment, and she’d have to give in to the impulse to kiss him on his silly face all over. Seems she has a lot of questions to ask of him after all this is over, it seems.

“Well, you got the rest of your lives, I guess?” Yosetsu stands up and stretches. “As for me, it’s enough for me to see that you’re alive and that Kendo and Tetsutetsu have nothing to worry about. Sorry for you, expect some noisy visitors later.”

Speaking of which, hasn’t it been a while since the four of them were in the same room together? Things are so different from medical school, so much more painful than any of them expected, but all of the unexpected changes are worth it.

She smiles warmly at him. “Thanks for visiting, Yosetsu.”

He gives her a lopsided grin and holds her shoulder--a gesture so familiar and affectionate in a different way from Katsuki’s, but not any less valuable.

“Take care, Momo,” he tells her in all sincerity before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

 *

 The operation is simple enough, and after two hours Hakamata leaves the field to write his post-op notes in the chart. It’s not his usual habit to leave closing the operative site to trainees, since stitching shit up is kind of his thing and he’s famously anal when it comes to doing it with such precision as to leave minimal scars, but after responding to the code even the denim bitch must be feeling a tad too tired to do things in his usual annoying way.

It’s about fuckin’ time that the bastard trusted his juniors with these simple tasks, but unfortunately it leaves Katsuki alone with the fuckin’ nerd to close up the drugged little kid’s head together.

He wordlessly takes the lead suturing up the patient, grunting every so often when he needs Deku to do something. The green-haired nerd complies each time, sniffing and shaking like a snotty kid who watched the entirety of The Land Before Time.

What the hell. Who cries when doing surgeries? Katsuki thought that the year without him yelling insults in the background might have been better for the nerd emotionally, but it looks like you can’t outgrow being a fucking crybaby if you’ve been that way all your shitty life.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” he says, as a helpful nurse wipes his tears before they fall in the sterile site. “It’s just.. I can’t believe we’re working together again, it’s been so long, I didn’t think you’d come back, and now you are, and--”

And ain’t it just peachy that Deku’s extra emotional after everything that’s happened. “Shut the fuck up, Deku. We’re still working, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I know, sorry,” he says, still sniffling. “I mean… I really didn’t know what to do earlier, you know. I didn’t mean to do it--I thought you would hate me for it, but I really had to --”

Katsuki’s mouth twitches under his mask. “You mean punching the lights out of the administrator who talked shit to me and told me to get the fuck out or kiss my license goodbye? While wearing a robot suit made by fuckin’ Ingenium’s engineer? While crying like the fucking useless nerd you are?”

He looks like he’s on the verge of another loud nervous breakdown complete with tears that will rival the Niagara falls, but the nerd manages to keep it together. “Y-yeah! I mean--the robot suit thing was just, um… I needed to use it to fight when the Nomus were out there, you know, ‘cause I’m quirkless and they were really strong and the rehab center had a lot of patients in it but--”

If he mutters any more, Katsuki would bark at the circulating nurse to punch the living daylights out of the fucking nerd.

“... anyway, I know you hate it when other people speak for you,” Deku says, not bothering to say that he’s learned it the hard way after all these years, “but at the time, I really had to do it, Kacchan! He was telling you that you were worthless and you had no right to be here and who knows if you can handle the pressure?”

Katsuki snorts. The administrator’s fuckin’ wrong, of course, but he had a point. He only had Jeanist to back him up, but to the rest of them he’s just a general practitioner whose license is expiring next year.

Besides, hearing those things isn’t new--he’s had to listen to iterations of those words from his superiors back in Musutafu, and most of all from himself.

And in a way, he’s had to hear it from shitty fuckin’ Deku, who treated him like he’s a fragile little butterfly who would keel over any given second. Always saying shit like you looked like you needed help, not trusting that Katsuki knew how to take care of himself. It’s very hard to let go of all the built up shame and resentment over the years, but…

“... but I know you! You’re super capable and smart and nobody knew what they were talking about,” the nerd says with a fierce determination. “I mean… you aren’t weak or worthless, Kacchan. You’re totally the opposite of it, and it sucked that no-one listened…”

He never knew how to handle praise from this shitty nerd who says one embarrassing thing after another. If this were a manga he’d have torn his shitty speech balloon to shreds with his fangs, if he had to. Still, this isn’t that type of story, and so he had to settle with a snarl and an insult. “Fucking hell, don’t go around punching people just because they talk shit! Only I get to do that! What kind of idiot are you?!”

It certainly was a shocking sight to see. Katsuki’s aggravated that the nerd just had to decide to grow balls and act out against authority after years of better opportunities and reasons to do so.

(And more aggravating is the tiny part of Katsuki that thinks that it looked fuckin’ badass, tears and all. What the fuck. He’ll never say so out loud.)

“Sorry, Kacchan,” he says for the hundredth time, and it just gets more annoying each time, but he manages to continue the sutures. “I’ll never do that again, promise! I’m just happy that you aren’t as mad at me anymore and you gave me a chance to work with you again.”

They cut the last of the sutures. Katsuki cleans the area briefly before covering it up with gauze. “Don’t get me wrong, shithead. I still can’t stand your guts.”

His voice is quiet when he says this, without the usual piping hot vitriol underlining the words.

“And I’m workin’ with you ‘cos half the workforce is still recovering and we got no choice,” he continues, avoiding how Deku brightens up noticing how not-angry his voice is. Fucking hell. “After this I ain’t operating again. Not like I have any right to.”

Deku looks like he’s about to protest, but a haughty voice beats him to it. “Is that so, Dr. Bakugou? And here I thought you were regaining your conviction once more.”

He jerks violently as Best Jeanist ambles up to them in that usual self-assured way of his, the way that makes him wish that a tornado would come and muss up his stupid 3/4 partitioned hair. “What the fuck did you expect me to do, Denim Fucker? Did ya think I can go back to operating just ‘cause you want me to?”

“Yes,” the bastard replies shamelessly. “More importantly, you seemed like you were on your way back in this world. Am I wrong to assume that this,” he gestures plainly to the patient sleeping underneath the drapes, witless of the life-threatening blood clot they removed over her brain, “is something that you truly wanted to do, and that you did not just merely comply to my selfish wishes?”

Katsuki growls. “Fuck you! I ain’t here just ‘cause your pansy ass ordered me to be here, okay?! I’m here because I belong here!”

And it’s true--he stepped back into this world after a year of avoiding it simply because lives were at stake. He didn’t tell Momo back then, but he was scared shitless when he stood in the almost-empty suite for the first time in a long time. But he got into the groove of things easier and more naturally than he thought, and before he knew it he was taking the scalpel from her shaking hands and doing things he didn’t think he’d ever be doing again.

And, fuck if it didn’t feel like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

It doesn’t matter though. He’s only allowed here because the hospital is desperate, and also because the shitty nerd punched the lights out of anyone who tried to stop him. Still, after things have settled down properly, any self-respecting hospital shouldn’t allow him into an operating room. He doesn’t have enough training, nothing to show for the knowledge and technique he honed for the past years.

It isn’t that fucking simple as this fucker says, and he knows it.

“That’s all I need to know.” Dr. Hakamata’s mouth is obscured behind that ridiculous denim collar, but dare he say it, the crease in his eyes makes it look he’s smiling and not sneering like the world’s prissiest bastard, for once.

Before Katsuki can cuss him out again, the tall doctor flaps a thin folder briefly in front of him and the stunned Deku and drops it at a nearby table. “Application forms,” he explains, when neither of them can think of any coherent words to say. “Get this ready by next week, after which I expect you seven AM sharp in the doctor’s call room the following Monday.”

Katsuki makes a confused sound similar to a cat whose tail is being stepped on and blurts out, “What the f--are you shitting me?! It was pretty clear that Musutafu wasn’t gonna take me back--”

“It can’t be,” stammers Deku, eyes wide. “D-do you mean that they changed their minds?”

“No,” answers Best Jeanist plainly. “But you are being considered for a position as a pediatric surgery fellow here, in Hosu General Hospital with my highest recommendation.”

Bakugou’s jaw is hanging stupidly at this point, but thankfully his face is still covered by a mask.

“You have a lot of questions. We have a lot of details to iron out. I get it.” Jeanist walks closer to him, voice unnervingly gentle and mentoring and it’s enough to disorient Katsuki. “All you have to know at this point is this: as unruly as you and your hair are, Dr. Bakugou, I have a lot of faith in you. You’ve proven that you can help a lot of people, and I would like to give you another chance to get you to the place where you can do that without people telling you that you can’t.”

A hand is placed on his shoulder without hesitation. It’s weird, but that point of contact carries with it a surge of gratitude that his unruly self does not know how to handle.

“Hands off,” he grumbles with a flinch. After rearranging his thoughts and trying not to explode from the sheer confusion of it all, he manages to mumble, “You aren’t just shitting me, right? This chance is real, right?”

Dr. Hakamata, the Fucker Who Believes, shrugs. “All that’s left is for you to take it.”

He leaves the operating room after that. That piece of shit Deku starts to cry again and would have thrown his arms around Katsuki bawling if the blonde didn’t shove him off with another threat. He babbles excitedly about Katsuki being back in action before he volunteers to take care of the patient, you know, so he could work on the forms.

Katsuki leaves without another word, head spinning from lack of sleep and confusion and outright exhilaration and he does not know what to do about all of this. Folder in hand, he wanders the bright hallways of the hospital and somehow makes it to the room he left earlier.

He enters the room and finds Momo sleeping quietly on crisp, white sheets. She’s still thin, the hospital gown loose around her shoulders. IV’s still dripping quietly next to her bed. There’s clutter next to her table: black coffee and flowers and packages of sweets probably brought by her friends, making her look like a proper patient who needs care.

Other than those trifling details, she looks absolutely ethereal as she sleeps. Moonlight falls through glass and onto raven hair and lashes and onto pink lips that his eyes can’t stop focusing on.

He drops on the chair next to the bed, quietly searches for her hand under the sheets. Holds it softly, firmly. Memorizes the shape of it against his.

Is this how it feels like to have things fall into place?

The surge of bothersome things don’t stop. He tries to sleep and finds himself resting his head next to her lovely hand, and inhales her jasmine scent.

 *

 After another twenty-four hours spent entertaining noisy visitors (the noisiest of them being Tetsutetsu, who tells Momo of how he punched Nomus in steel form while riding at the back of Kendo’s Harley-Davidson), eating hearty meals, and holding Katsuki’s hand throughout the night, Momo is officially discharged from Hosu Gen with no other prescriptions than proper rest, a healthy diet, and exercise.

The code has been terminated for more than twenty-four hours now, with enough manpower to run the parts of the hospital not damaged by the attacks. Amajiki-senpai orders Momo to rest at home for another twenty-four hours despite her protests. This time, Katsuki doesn’t fight back and drags her out of the hospital with his best efforts.

The sun hangs low over the city when Katsuki walks Momo back to her home across the street. Along the way, they see Kaminari and Jirou waving from inside the cafe. Besides the missing panes of glass and the repairs going around the street, they work as if nothing happened.

“‘S a miracle they haven’t burned the place down yet,” grumbles Katsuki as he glares at them in acknowledgment.

Momo giggles. “Trust in them. They’ll be running the cafe for you in two weeks, right?”

It’s no exaggeration that her heart feels more than full hearing that Katsuki was offered a position in Hosu Gen, and he accepted it without an ounce of hesitation. She heard of the odd story involving Midoriya-san after it, and even though it involves some violence in their green-haired colleague’s part, she promised herself to treat him to more meat pies from Monoma’s out of sheer gratitude.

“Tch. Might as well say goodbye to it. If that pikashit runs it, it’s goin’ down in no time.” It’s odd, but there’s a certain fondness to the way he says it. Momo knows that he’s leaving his beloved cafe to them with a clear conscience.

In a short while they’ve made it to her building, and into her unit after that. She missed this place; she realizes this the moment she steps in. She missed her couch, her kitchen with her fridge full of take-out, her shower, her bed--

She feels Katsuki’s forehead against the nape of her neck, feels his arms wrap around her torso. Feels the surge of warmth over her skin and all over her, inside out, when he kisses her and breathes words against her skin.

“What was that, Katsuki?” She turns around to look at him.

Once again she’s reminded that he’s here with her--warm, in one piece, breathing. Sense of purpose burning within. Moving forward with her.

Those eyes of his search hers in the sunlight-stained space between them, glinting like precious rubies.

He smiles in that intoxicatingly devilish way of his and puts his mouth over hers, repeating the three words in a murmur that resonates within her very soul. The words come out of nowhere and they surprise her, but she melts into them, melts into him so naturally, continuously learning that she feels the same way, and this is where she belongs.

She understands him and she tells him so, and kisses him back.

Now it feels like home.

-end-

[iphoenixrising]

For 600 Followers: The Surgeon, The Captain, and the Soldier

From the Dr!Tim Universe: civilian!Tony, Captain America!Steve, and Winter!Bucky Barnes. Mr_Flamingo said he would read the shit out of this. Welp, there you go.

Dr. Stark is a busy, busy man. Even without the weight of Stark Industries on his back (thank-you Miss Potts), he still runs from one emergency to the next.

This one just happens to be to The Captain America.

Which is so Classified even the top level brass don’t know the guy’s real name. Probably because his files have been sealed longer than most of them have been alive, which is just grand. If there’s anything Dr. Stark likes, it’s a challenge.

When Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D came to him because honestly, he the best surgeon they’re going to get in this half of the hemisphere anyway, Tony tried to throw him out for approximately twelve seconds–

Until the file was tossed over his desk and a picture flops out pretty much in his lap.

And that picture is of a beautiful man.

With a star on his chest.

“I don’t put Cosplayers over people with real problems, Nick.”

“Stark, when I say he’s the real deal, that’s what I motherfucking mean.”

Mmhm. And he graduated from Med School yesterday. “Captain America has been dead for only seventy years, give or take. Looks spry for his age, good for him. I bet he’s Osteo’s wet dream, right?” Because he really does enjoy having witty banter with his rejections.

That’s when Nick Fury leaned over his desk, “you’re the only civilian the Black Widow has ever let work on her, and you think I’m bringing you someone in a costume?”

Some of the incredulous is creeping out of this exchange with the way Fury’s remaining eye is focused. “Seventy years? Nick, that’s–” but when Nick hasn’t moved a muscle, hasn’t blinked, probably hasn’t so much as inhaled.

That’s when the possibility becomes reality.

“Holy shit.” Tony’s eyes blow wide and the run-of-the-mill play date in the lab to make something to help with those pesky arteriovenous malformations is right on the backburner. “You’re kidding me.”

“Would I be here if I was kidding, Stark? He is the real World War II veteran. You save his life and I will give you what we have on a certain reason he survived.”

Dr. Stark stares for approximately thirty seconds, judging. The next instant he’s in his sharp coat and red shades, riding to DC in an Apache helicopter.

(Once upon a time, he would have told the engineers how he could make it better, but since his Dad died, he didn’t have to build for SI anymore. He could build for his passion and not feel one fucking bit bad about it.)

Forty-five minutes and he’s scrubbing in, the situation crucial. Agent gave him the run-down without giving him any real information on how this happened. He got a glance at scans of the cranial fracture and hemorrhaging. Shards of skull had been embedded in the grey matter (which makes no sense how he survived this long except as another shred of proof he’s the real deal. Captain Fucking America… his inner fanboy is screaming behind his calm, cool, surgeon demeanor.)

The team S.H.I.E.L.D gave him for the procedure are obviously all military, and in such need of a good laugh. Dr. Stark is sure they’re under order to watch every twitch of his fingers just in case he’s going to try making Captain America a drooling moron or something while poking around in his brain. So, he has to pull out the old SI CEO song and dance, being an unrepentant witty smart ass and talk fast before any of the sternly gowned agents can threaten him with horrible dismemberment if anything should happen to their delicate snowflake.

He gets the one called Barton to crack a smile while they’re scrubbing up, and it’s all going to be fine.

All is right with the world, except when he comes into the nice, sterile OR–

Where he finds the patient awake.

“Hey there, big guy,” he pats the shoulder of the utterly stunning blonde (who is apparently as old as his great-grandpa and has abs for miles), “we probably shouldn’t be meeting this way, considering you’re apparently the biggest secret in the Modern World, next to Big Foot sightings and the what is that gross ring around the tub really made of debate, but still, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. I’m Dr. Stark, and I’ll be your surgeon for the evening. Let me guess, gurney for one?”

He’s talking but checking machines, supplies, and sliding the special eyewear, taking the opportunity to review the site opened at the scalp to show the skull fracture at the side of Captain America’s head. While he watches, the skin is trying to heal around the clamps and a nurse apparently familiar with the Captain’s rate of healing is constantly re-adjusted to keep the wound open enough for surgery.

(The impact should have killed him. How did it not kill him? “Time is of the essence, Dr. Stark. You need to pull the bone fragments while he can keep his skull from healing over it.” Christ, Agent Tight-Ass, full work-up next time for Project Super Soldier Sandwich.)

“Hm…” slurred from behind the oxygen mask, and if Dr. Stark wasn’t one hundred percent invested on making sure he had everything he would need to fix the oddly not healing bleeder in the Captain’s temporal lobe (with things like Wernicke's aphasia hovering in the background), he would have shuddered. “Got that reference, Doc. S’funny.”

Watching the electroencephalography to monitor the Captain’s brain activity, Tony glances over as S.H.I.E.L.D’s people start filtering in around him and the ones with guns watch him closely through the observation windows.

“Never doubted you for a second, Captain. Guy that punched Hitler should be right above a Yeti in my opinion. Anyhoo,” and Tony, gowned, gloved, and masked, comes around to look at the very, very blue eyes and hold a hand close to the Captain’s blonde eyebrows to check the dilation. “The nice esthetician over there is going to hit you up with something to make you very, very sleepy so I can fix that terrible headache you’re probably having right now.”

And Captain America looks up at him from under those lashes, quirks a small shit-eating grin, “ssorry, Doc Stark. Knockouts...won’t work on me. S’ ‘causea the Serum. Gonna be awake no matter how much they gimmie.”

Blinking with his heart in his throat because he can’t imagine the pain the Captain must be in right about now, Tony gets himself back with, “oh? Then I have your witty repartee to look forward to while I work, don’t I Captain?”

“SSteve, Doc. I’m SSteve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Tony, and I’m going to save your life.”

“Soundss like ya gotta plan, Tony.”

And when the slightly familiar red-headed nurse gives him the thumbs up and it’s time to start, he has to step back around to the site being kept open for him.

“I always have a plan, Steve. Fortunately for you, part of my plan involves great music and nice conversations while we discuss your vitals.”

AC/DC starts in with a little Back in Black. And since he is who he is, him mouth moves on autopilot while he works with a delicate touch, fast and efficient, getting side-tracked from his running monologue with Captain Awake and Alert and Answering to accept vitals and updates from the other staff.

It’s been hours, and he’s on up-to-date knock-knock jokes.

They’ve run the gambit of must-see movies (and no he doesn’t see Agent Tight-Ass writing down the ones Steve asks about in detail because yes, he should see Firefly. Alien cowboys, Captain. Alien cowboys), and spent so much time on just the 60’s.

He’s gotten some stories that are absolutely hilarious (because Steve was so curious about the most oddball shit, ATMs, Fitbits, Twitter…) and is closing the wound in Steve’s scalp before he realizes he’s...done.

“Feels so much better, Tony, thank-you.”

“Hey, glad I was in the neighborhood. You’re quite the conversationalist when I’m poking around in your brain.”

“Could say the same. Thought ya might re-wire me to do something silly. Bark like a dog when someone says bell or something.”

And the staff is cleaning up around them, giving Tony the space to ease down just a notch, and wink, “sorry Captain, something I save for the bedroom, not the operating room.”

The sparkle that lights in Steve’s eyes–

–is really his undoing.

**

Riding the high of saving Captain America’s life got him all the way home and to his bed, still churning over the events of the surgery. Butterfinger and U were happy Daddy made it home in one piece (he’d kept the failed surgical bots, unable to decommission his first attempts at independent AI just because they’d rather play fetch than learn procedures...besides, they’re his creations and with their capacity to learn, they’re still evolving), and absolutely pampered him with coffee while he told them about why he was so late.

Butterfingers booped and patted his knee lightly while U rolled back and forth in excitement. Their favorite part was about the Apache, of course. His children were Philistines (but what would he do without them?).

Waking up at one am to Agent Tight-Ass leaning against the bureau in his bedroom was probably the fright of his life.

(Probably not, but no one needs to know that. Few people knew about his kidnapping in Afghanistan from a Medical Conference five years ago.)

“The Captain won’t let another doctor examine him.” Agent Tight-Ass said without even a hello or the decor is nice. “He’s asking for you.”

Tony completely blames it on sleep deprivation when he almost says my Captain? but shakes himself out of it at the last second.

The implications of Agent being here strikes him in the very next second and he’s throwing the covers off and climbing out of bed fast. A clean pair of purple scrubs and Agent knows he goes commando under his expensive and stylish pj pants. “Post-Op complications?” The litany of problems Steve could be experiencing after such a difficult and delicate surgery flash through Tony’s frontal lobe, a slideshow of problems he should have been able to catch before anyone else.

(They shouldn’t have made me leave him. He needs to be under close observation.)

“No. But, S.H.I.E.L.D needs to verify the Captain is physically fit for duty. He won’t let another physician check him out. We’d like you to come back to DC just to make sure.”

And, well, he’s Tony Stark, so he tries to play it off in front of Agent just to be a pain in the ass to deal with, but even before he’s had a single cup of coffee, Tony is riding in another Apache with his leg bouncing in anticipation.

He’s thrown a Henley on under his scrub top, cuffs up to his elbows and probably looking like a derelict resident, but dammit, at least he has good hair.

The damn corridors are long and Agent Tight-Ass is silently striding beside him while Tony desperately holds a cup of coffee in one hand and the Captain’s chart in the other, taking in every detail and plotting out all the worst case scenarios.  What he absolutely doesn’t expect is to see the gorgeous man in dark jeans, red t-shirt, terrible trucker hat, and a single black-gloved hand standing against the wall like he’s the only thing holding the building up. Tony manages to keep his tongue in his mouth when Agent Tight-Ass stops to introduce them.

“Sergeant Barnes, this is Dr. Stark, the Captain’s neurosurgeon.”

And those eyes are like winter, grey and cool, taking him in from dirty sneakers to the half-curl just above his temple. It’s terribly frightening and arousing at the same moment and Tony is absolutely, completely out of his depth in hot men.

(And in-between relationships, isn’t he? Why are the Gods so damn cruel?)

“Very nice to meet you, Sergeant. I understand you’re an unapologetic smart-ass that can kill pretty much anything a mile away and make the worst borscht known to man. Pleasure is all mine, really. Borscht is already terrible, but making is worse? That has to take substantial talent.”

What he doesn’t expect is the tall, intimidating brunette with the sexiest stubbled jaw to blink down at him, head cocking sideways like an inquisitive cat, “s’at so?  I think the pleasure is all mine, Doll. After all, Stevie ain’t quit talkin’ ya up all night. ‘Preciate ya taking good care a’ him fer me.”

Ah. Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes. Always thought those stories were exaggerated.

Tony absolutely does not, does not (think about them together), lick his bottom lip while staring up into those eyes. “Anything I can do for the red, white, and blue, Sergeant Barnes. Just showing my...patriotism.”

Tony grins wide when he gets the Sergeant to laugh out loud, ruining his intense I will murder you vibe.

“Speaking of the Captain,” Agent Tight-Ass interrupts smoothly.

Both of them give the agent waiting with a patient, pleasantly neutral expression, and when Tony looks back, he can see the tension in James Barnes, and lets himself be his usual kind of confident.

“Honestly, I’m going to take good care of him. If the slightest thing deviates from absolutely normal, you will be the first person to know.”

“Thanks, Doll. Good t’ know he’s in the best hands,” and the gloved one squeezes his bicep, right above his elbow (and he is completely imagining that hand has absolutely no give whatsoever) before he turns to where Agent is holding the door open.

The Captain is awake at this ungodly hour and apparently more chipper when he wasn’t in horrible distress from bleeding all up in his grey matter. It was really nice to see this side and observe his handiwork, amazed the staples had already worked themselves out and there wasn’t even a scar to show surgery had ever taken place.

(Steve’s hair is soft and unfairly naturally fluffy. Tony’s bare fingers are threaded in it while his thumbs press lightly over the surgical site to test the healing and be fucking amazed.)

Sergeant Barnes is there for the examination, back in a corner, with that sensual bad boy thing going on, arms crossed over his chest, eyes sweeping the room every few minutes (like he wouldn’t notice?).

And once he checks the normal vitals and signs, looks for all abnormalities, any hint of a complication, Tony Stark–

–lies through his teeth.

“You need at least a week of rest. No strenuous activity at all. No punching Nazis, jumping out of planes, or potentially dangerous anything. Watch terrible daytime TV, eat your weight in bad food, and take it easy. The possibility for complications, or of re-opening the bleed site is high, even for a Super Soldier. Normal downtime would be months, I’m giving you a week. No arguments Captain.”

He turns to look at the Sergeant over his shoulder and they exchange a nod, but he sees James Barnes rolling his lips down like he’s trying not to smile.

“A week? A whole week?” The Captain honest-to-God whines, looking up at him, sitting up with perfect posture that makes his chest thrust out in such a distracting way.

(Those eyes should really be illegal.)

“Absolutely. I’m saying only a week, okay? That is very, very good news for you. From the scans taken less than an hour ago, you’re healing quickly and well. Still, we’re not going to take anything to chance.”

He grins down, completely confident he’s giving Steve the chance to get out in the world more, maybe get out from under all the Agent-Agents around here.

It’s all too soon he’s being ushered out the room and back to his Penthouse in New York, his heart thundering in his chest. The last twenty-four hours seem like some kind of dream, some kind of forbidden fantasy, something he couldn’t have really done, and being set back at his place with his bots and his lab, his nice office in Stark Medical waiting for him tomorrow, with endless calls from Pepper about the Board really wanting him present for the Quarterly Meeting this time, all of reality lays so heavy on him that he thinks maybe Agent Tight-Ass messed with his memories somehow so he’d never be able to tell anyone why S.H.I.E.L.D really wanted him in the first place.

He goes back to bed for an hour of sleep, thinking about Sergeant Barnes’ hand and Captain Roger’s eyes.

Dodging Pepper’s calls the next day between consults, residents, trips to the robotics, and some time spent in the lab, he’s in his office for a whopping fifteen minutes when his secretary knocks on his door.

“I’m sorry Dr. Stark, but they said they know you and he’s your patient–”

When Captain America and Bucky Barnes appear over her shoulder, looking a devilish mix of sheepish (Steve) and smary as hell (of course, the crackshot), Tony wonders how much effort it would take to clear his schedule completely–

–for the next seven days.

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Yandere!Hank x surgeon!reader

Wordcount: 1193

A/N: Okay, it is Don't breathe!Hank kidnapping surgeon!reader that was too high on the Red Ice to operate. Took longer than I expected, turned out shorter that I planned.

Warnings: this piece contains depressive thoughts, self-guilt, mentions of child's death and drug use, kidnapping and violence. Read it at your own risk.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, as you started to take off medical gloves, now almost completely covered in blood: emergency calls would it be about accidental trauma or deliberate violence always left you exhausted both mentally and physically. During the operations, all of your attention would always focus on your patient and surgical instruments in your steady hands, all moves precise and perfect, almost robotic and machine-like. In those moments, there were only you and your mission – saving lives, entire world fading away somewhere in background not leaving even a trace behind. Despite being in chaotic situation your mind was at calm when you did it – you knew what to do and you did it – nothing simpler than that. Nevertheless, unlike the cold and calculated state of mind in complete unison with body during operating time, stress and anxiety would took over you after surgery had been done – as if all worries and doubts that were completely ignored during the medical procedure, tried to drown you in themselves.

You noticed slight tremble in your hands only when you started to wash them, exhaustion pouring into your entire body through veins.

“Everything will be alright” – you said to yourself, futilely trying to calm your mind down: surgery was successful and post-operative period usually is one of the calmest ones, despite existence of several risk factors, which could result in recovery complications, there was nothing to fear about now. Injured man was in bad state of health, yes, but it was as stable as it could be – you always did your best, fearing to fail yet another patient.

It was a six-year-old boy.Guilt washes all over you, burning sensation spreading throughout you whole body. He needed an emergency surgery he needed you.Your fists are tightly clenched as well as your eyes are shut. Why do you always remember? You failed him. You failed him because you did not had even a tiny bit of will to say “no” to your so-called friends.You wish you could reset yourself, like those androids can, be free of the memory burden. You exchanged six-year-old’s child life for a handful of Red Ice.

Drowning in your guilt, you do not notice when pouring water became so painfully hot right away, as it starts to burn your palms.

You want nothing but rest.

__________

A loud cracking sound releases you from your slumber. Half-awake and disoriented you try to know what time it is, all your thoughts sloppy and messy, from the recent sleep, as you try to process what happened.

 “Someone tries to break in” – this thought makes you finally get out of bed and try to do anything, as spikes of fear starts to bloom in your chest. You live in a relatively quiet neighborhood, any crimes here – a rare, but possible occurrence, so your neighbors will call the police if they will hear something suspicious.

Yes, but only if they hear.You do your best to ignore the same tiny voice in your head, which tormented you for the kid’s death all these years, meanwhile trying to dress up and find the gun, hidden under the folds of clothes in your drawer, all with no lights on. Maybe it’s better. Your fingers feel a cold metal of a gun, but it is still unloaded, useless.

It will not help the dead child, but it will punish you.“Breathe. Concentrate” - the last thing you need now is to guilt-trip yourself to death, it will be thousand times better if you manage to remember where the bullets are. You need those, it is a matter of life and –

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear footsteps. Loud and heavy, they pulsate in your head as you try to come up with a plan. “Someone is in the house, and that someone is not afraid of being heard” – it makes you dizzy, as you come to realization - “They are armed too”. Typical burglars wouldn’t let themselves to roam the house so carefree and boldly, especially in that district.

A bathroom locker! You remember how you put bullets in the bathroom locker, underneath the mirror. Why you even decided to keep gun and bullets separately, especially now, when you needed them the most? Is it worth it? Risking your life to run to the bathroom, or you just need to hide and wait until they decide leave?

Torn between two choices you hear, as the steps come near you door. “Oh, fuck” – you don’t have any time for this now, as you try to make the action of shoving yourself underneath the bed, as silent as it can be possible.

You need to be quiet.

“Don’t breathe”.

__________

You don’t know how long you’ve been here. It can be an hour or just five minutes; you lost the sense of time, as all your efforts went into being invisible and inaudible, an empty space. His – that is a man, judging by his shadow’s silhouette- footsteps are as loud as ever, you feel it in your head and heart, your whole body pulsates to their rhythm.

He comes closer to the bed. You can’t see what he is doing, but you can hear. He touches the sheets and pillow you had been sleeping on. “It’s still warm. Your bed is warm” – your heart skips a beat, you can’t believe your ears, silent hysteria arises from your depths. “No, no, no, please, don’t look after me, just take all my money and leave, you don’t need me”. – unspoken plea takes all your mind, as you feel how fear paralyzes you whole body.

“It means only one thing” – his voice sounds distantly familiar and it terrifies you even more – “You’re here”. A strong hand forcefully yanks you by the hair, dragging you out from your hideout. Pain awakes your body, casts off shackles of fear, as you try to wriggle out of his grip. It doesn’t help.

A strong hit to the temple strips you of your conscience.

__________

Your head hurts and as you return to the world and you can’t really think coherently.  

You are sitting in some sort of strange room, as it has no windows and all of the walls and floor are covered with soft pads. You try to stand up, but fail to do so and only then you realize that you’re in some sort of harness. It locks your hands behind your hand and ties your body with your legs, leaving you helpless. You wriggle and squirm as much as you can trying to loosen the harness.

“Don’t try it” – his voice sounds familiar, despite being colder and more lifeless now, but familiar. You make a quick guess. Hank Anderson, Cole’s father. Guilt washes all over you again at just looking at his father. You killed his child. You deserve this. You want to hide your face, completely crushed by this reminder. He notices that.

“I’ve been thinking about my son all these years, and how you killed him” – part of you became terrified at his words, but other part eagerly agreed with him.

“I think you should repay, for what you’ve taken away from me”

__________

P.S. I hope you had a good time reading it - 👽

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Despite a bothersome toothache, lots of prefer not to step into a dental practitioner's office. It is generally therefore the pain that comes with oral treatments. The anxiety may also be sustained by a negative previous experience. As such, people try to be their own physicians utilizing over the counter pain medications or natural home remedy. It could supply temporary relief. Yet when it comes back to problem you, you most definitely need to take a significant step. Dental troubles demand focus due to the fact that they affect the top quality of your life. It left ignored for long, it might also threaten your wellness. For this reason, consulting a dental expert needs to not be put off for another time.

If you are terrified regarding rationale of mosting likely to a dental expert just because of the anxiety of discomfort, you might intend to consider sedation dentistry. As well as, for whenever you make a decision to make your appointment, here are the details.

Concerning Sedation Dentistry

As the name makes it clear, sedation dental care entails administering patients with sedatives, medications that promote sleepiness or moderate to deep relaxation. It is done to calm distressed patients and also put them at ease for the successful conclusion of oral treatments. Sedation dental care must not be mistaken for clinical treatments done using neighborhood anesthetic. It is complete various branch called sleep dentistry. Unlike anesthesia that puts you into deep sleep, they simply reduce consciousness consequently making you feel less or remember less of what happened throughout your appointment.

Children are among the ones who are most horrified regarding dentist visits. While sedation dental care has been regarded secure for kids as well as there are quite a variety of pediatric dental practitioners that focus on sedation dental care, the topic continues to be an open to question one.

Sedatives can vary from moderate depressants to laughing gas that reduces consciousness. They are offered in different kinds such as tablet computers, inhalants or medicines to be injected intravenously. In some dental clinics, alternative approaches such as hypnotherapy are used to soothe a nervous patient. The sort of sedative and the total up to be made use of is figured out by the client's age, health and wellness status and also stress and anxiety degrees. The biggest bonus offer of opting for sedation dental care is the ability to get a variety of dental treatments such as dental fillings, suitable crowns or getting an origin canal done in a single resting.

There are different levels of sedation. Marginal sedation merely entails calming the person down. Moderate sedation gets you in a trance-like state where your speech often tends to end up being slurred as well as in addition could be not able to keep in mind too much of the procedure. With deep sedation methods, you surround in between awareness and also unfamiliarity.

Dental treatments have come a long way to supply dental like satisfy your certain demands in the best as well as the most comfortable atmospheres. Sedation dentistry has actually evolved on the exact same lines. Dental practitioners have actually always used drugs for pain administration prior to and after oral treatments, however sedation dentistry tips it up a bit putting the patient secure and the physician in better control of the circumstance.

The trick to a great dental task, be it sedation or otherwise, is a great dental professional. It is essential to choose a qualified as well as seasoned sedation dental practitioner. Also, when scheduling your consultation, you must make setups with a person to accompany you to the dental practitioner's workplace. The medications make you sluggish. Therefore, it is not risk-free to drive yourself home after the visit.

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How to Find a Good Fertility Clinic

Right when couples need that happy event to occur in their lives, take some extra thought by doing some crucial assessment. On the off chance that you're looking for the best extravagance office in Udaipur south, some ordinary requests that arise generally are and "How might I know which productivity focus in Udaipur is good and clear?"

Recollecting the financial and the enthusiastic use, underneath are a couple of segments to consider while picking an IVF focus in Udaipur.

The Cost Of Infertility Treatment

Cost of the treatment is one factor which couples/individuals reliably consider. While a lot of IVF office in udaipur assurance to be more moderate than others, there are continually concealed costs which are not accounted or acquainted direct with the patient. This will reliably be an awe or shock to, an under the patient impression that they needn't pay a great deal for convincing treatment. We acknowledge that it's critical for readiness centers in Udaipur to get directly to the point and separated about their assessing to patients to gather trust among patients.

In the weeks after limit tanks in two separate productivity habitats in different bits of the country failed, destroying hundreds and possibly countless frozen eggs and lacking creatures, Dr. Alka dealt with calls from a heap of patients. These were individuals who had eggs, sperm or lacking life forms frozen at one of the monetary workplaces he livelihoods. The fretful would-be watchmen seen whether their conceptive tissues were ensured.

Despite the two scenes, there was no convincing motivation to freeze or lose trust all the while, Alka responded. "Those patients whose gametes [eggs and sperm] were impacted have successfully been encouraged," he told concerned visitors. "Make an effort not to worry about your gametes. I think this is an uncommon event that is likely not going to be reiterated." Overall, the overseeing rules in this field of drug are solid, and the two dissatisfactions will presumably provoke new levels of significant worth control and conceivably new rules, Alka and different specialists say.

"These events, anyway horrendous, fill in as a bringing down update that no development is great, yet they do push the clinical neighborhood review inside quality control measures at their own workplaces and help to ensure these conditions happen simply in remarkable conditions

The Team Of Specialists For IVF Treatment Or Infertility Issues

With the speed of infertility growing, unprofitability treatment office in Udaipur need to perseveringly chip away at the standard of their drugs. Likewise, this is done with the help of readiness topic specialists, to be explicit, the trained professionals and embryologists. They are a fundamental part in ensuring a couple's smooth and positive trip to a productive pregnancy. Various extravagance networks in udaipur will ensure their gathering of specialists go through CMEs (continued with clinical tutoring), round table social affairs and various tasks to invigorate their knowledge and keep alert to date with the latest practices and inventive types of progress.

IVF Success paces of the ripeness facilities in Udaipur

The achievement pace of any ripeness facility in udaipur is ostensibly one of the principle questions asked by any tolerant. While each middle has its own pace of achievement, realize that no ripeness community can ensure a 100% achievement rate. At whatever point you track down a middle that ensures a pregnancy or claims exceptionally high paces of progress, then, at that point it's fundamental you accomplish more examination about the middle and study their practices and methods. For example, cluster IVF, regardless of whether they have committed embryologists or low maintenance, and different components can really direct the achievement of a richness community.

Experience Of The Center

Another factor to consider in a barrenness treatment focus in udaipur would be the variety of involvement it has at dealing with a collection of cases. Outside of simply utilizing the most recent advances and progressed medicines, the group ought to likewise be acquainted with taking care of the easiest to the most outrageous cases. This goes far in guaranteeing that a patient has the most obvious opportunity with regards to progress with that particular community.

In this way, accept the open door and find bliss at simply the best richness communities in India. Alka IVF Fertility gloats of a group of top specialists and embryologists in each middle across India. The group continually works with our worldwide accomplices, IVF, work on their insight and mastery, which further develops the achievement paces of our medicines. Each middle has prepared guides to guarantee that patients are calm through the pattern of a treatment.

1. Do some exploration. Not all ripeness facilities are indistinguishable.  The central government requires fruitfulness facilities to report their IVF treatment cycle achievement rate, and you can discover those insights on the site. It additionally has an apparatus that permits imminent patients to look for fruitfulness centers by ZIP code, state or district; also, ladies can connect data like their age, stature, weight and the number of earlier births they've needed to foresee their odds of progress with helped conceptive innovation. In case you're doing this sort of examination, a lot of assets are likewise accessible on resolve.org, run by Resolve: The National Infertility Association, which is a charitable cross country network that advances conceptive wellbeing and attempts to guarantee equivalent admittance to all family-building alternatives for people encountering barrenness or other regenerative problems.

2. Pay attention to your gut feelings. At the point when you're thinking about a richness facility, remember it offers a support and assess it the manner in which you would different suppliers you may recruit. "I believe patients' hunches are normally very acceptable," dr alka says. "Your gametes are one of life's most valuable products. You utilize a variety of elements to choose who will deal with your retirement or remembrance your adornments. Utilize similar kinds of contribution for this valuable asset. Consider how the center's staff converse with you, what they say – how expert does the consideration feel? Utilize the entirety of your faculties. Is the consideration customized and proficient enough so you feel good?"

3. Try not to pick a facility dependent on protection inclusion. Right now, 15 states order safety net providers cover fruitlessness medicines, including IVF. "Despite the fact that it's enticing, it's not really the best plan to pick a facility dependent on your protection inclusion," dr alka says.

4. Be careful about programs that aren't straightforward about their outcomes on their site. Most projects are glad for their outcomes and will show them on their site, Alka says. In the event that an office doesn't list its results or give off an impression of being completely straightforward, think of it as a warning. It might mean the office doesn't have great outcomes.

5. Ask the number of helped regenerative systems the office does. "Volume can matter in IVF," Alka says. "In numerous spaces of a medical procedure, volume is an indication of skill. It's anything but a rigid guideline, yet it is a thought when assessing program quality." Inquire about the number of strategies the office does every year

6. How experienced are the suppliers, how very much prepared would they say they are and how long have they been there? Likewise with different fields of medication, experience matters in conceptive medication, Alka says. the two of which are the norm. Additionally ask how long the clinical suppliers have been at the office. In the event that there is by all accounts high staff turnover, there could be authority and authoritative issues at the facility.

7. Think about the thing you're getting for your cash. Cost is consistently a thought, yet you ought to likewise weigh what you get for your cash Look for centers that can offer the most recent medicines, prompts. These would incorporate blastocyst move, preimplantation hereditary screening of incipient organisms and single undeveloped organism move. This data is accessible on sart.org. Great centers with high achievement rates might cost more direct yet may get you pregnant quicker and at a lower cost over the long haul as opposed to paying for numerous medicines.

8. Join a care group. For individuals with ripeness challenges, the mission to have a kid is an excursion, says Dr. Alka, a going to doctor at the Reproductive Medicine Associates in udaipur , These people regularly wrestle with mental and physiological issues, and being important for a care group can assist with both. "A care group is truly fundamental,". Being essential for a care group can diminish that pressure. Voicing your involvement in others who are confronting similar difficulties will diminish the degree of tension and pain related with the cycle." You can likewise find out about treatment choices and adapting methodologies from others in your care group. "It enlarges your universe of information," she says. Fruitfulness centers can regularly allude you to their own care groups. Furthermore, Resolve's site records alternatives cross country and gives data on the best way to begin your own care group.

Are you looking for an infertility specialist in udaipur Dr.Alka IVF best fertility speacialist in udaipur.

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When ought to a dental office refer you to a periodontist near me

A great deal of people question what a periodontist near me does, and also just how they differ from a dentist or a dental doctor near me. Periodontists focus on preventing, dealing with and identifying gum or gum condition, along with dental implant positioning and various other periodontal illness, so they can be really helpful when you are dealing with any type of kind of gum issues, and also you must be mindful of what they do and also why they serve. Why You Should See a Periodontist Near Me Periodontists specialize in innovative dentistry, as they have actually progressed training in issues including the teeth surrounding tissue, including points that are acquainted to patients, such as bones and also periodontals (clinically recognized as gingiva), yet also points you may have never ever discovered if you are not in the dental area, such as gum tendon or cementum. Ending up being a periodontist means that you need at the very least 3 extra formal schooling years when you have finished dental school, as well as it is acknowledged by the American Dental Association as a specialty in dental care. This is primarily due to the truth that periodontal condition can be really destructive to a person's oral wellness, while additionally being extremely typical. There is a whole lot of study done by periodontists to better understand chronic contagious diseases such as anaerobic bacterial conditions, growth as well as repair, as well as bone wellness, together with enhancing the durability as well as placement of dental implants, and also extra. Periodontics can be a very academic area, yet there are numerous reasons why you may intend to see a periodontist, also if you have no dental care understanding. 1. You were referred by your dentist A a great deal of dental experts would certainly like not to do some treatments as they may need cost-prohibitive specific instrumentation, and keeping that instrumentation comes brand-new and various strategies that call for added training, which can likewise be cost-efficient and also prolonged. General dentistry can be made complex sufficient as it is, as it has to handle some extent with all the specialties, so there will constantly be some procedures that your basic dentist will certainly describe a periodontist near me, as they will be more specialized with the methods as well as procedures required. 2. Your treatment is detailed or complicated Periodontists will normally work mainly taking care of problems triggered by missing out on or loose teeth. They are utilized to detailing out all treatment alternatives that can function to fix those concerns, and as their specialty is functioning on one location of dental care, they are accustomed to working together with various other dental experts, achieving the finest results via numerous treatments. All of these factors make them a wonderful source to obtain a consultation. 3. You have actually not checked out a dentist for a very long time If you have seen issues in your teeth as well as gums yet you're not sure about what your next actions need to be and even what sort of dentist you require to check out, talking with a periodontist near me is a great following step. Getting in touch with a periodontist as your initial step in this circumstances is what makes one of the most feeling because as we've previously mentioned, they focus on addressing problems at the front end of dentistry treatment. Another factor it makes good sense to get in touch with a periodontist is that they function utilizing team effort with other dental practitioners as part of their specialized, and also can have a team of dental techniques in the community which they can connect to for assistance. They are extremely well versed on what various general dental professionals are more experienced at dealing with, and also which ones would be best to aid you with your ailment. For instance, particular dental experts might be extremely excellent at the office with kids, while somebody else might be more concentrated on cosmetic treatment, and a 3rd one might concentrate on chronic pain problems. Dentistry is a huge discipline, so the bottom line is that all dentists, even basic ones, generally finish up emphasizing and also focusing on a certain aspect of dental care, making it their specialty. To Fully Treat Your Gum Disease You May Need a Periodontist Near Me Your general dentist ought to be your very first line of protection when it pertains to combating dental illness as well as other dental problems, as well as treatment and avoidance strategies. There are times when a dental concern or trouble can require that you look for the services of a much more specific dentist, so your mouth can be brought back to its initial wellness. Advanced instances of gum or gum disease are a few of the most typical instances of this. Your dental hygienist as well as your general dentist can have the abilities to remove calculus and plaque, there can be certain situations where you may take advantage of the understanding and also knowledge of a specialist. When it concerns any issues associated with your gum tissues, the most effective specialist would certainly be a periodontist near me, as they focus on the medical diagnosis and treatment of problems or conditions that connect to the bones that support teeth and gums. When it pertains to gum wellness, there are numerous reasons you could be described a periodontist. Maybe that you have a secondary problem, such as diabetic issues or pregnancy, you may have a distinct form of gum illness that calls for a lot more advanced treatment, or you might simply have an innovative stage of the condition (bone loss, gum pocketing, or loose teeth) that would certainly call for intrusive techniques or surgical treatment. If you are preparing for dental implants or a few other sort of cosmetic repair, you may additionally need a consult with a periodontist. Your basic dentist ought to be the one that is primarily in charge of diagnosing the current wellness of your mouth as well as can establish what treatments you need in order to have optimal oral wellness. In the exact same blood vessel, other experts such as your periodontist are committed to giving you the correct treatment for any kind of conditions. Experts together with your general dentist can collaborate as a group, making certain that you will remain to have the very best feasible oral health by caring for your condition. Specialist Oral Care Post-Treatment to Maintain Healthy Teeth and also Gums When your periodontal treatment has actually been finished, your periodontist near me will certainly see to it your oral health is kept with oral residence health care directions along with regularly arranged upkeep cleanings. If follow-up treatment wants, gum disease can conveniently return, so to maintain gum illness at bay, you require to prevent the formation of calculus and also bacterial plaque by eliminating any kind of collected down payments that have been lodged in your teeth. Our group is really thorough in our maintenance, and also we only make use of the latest devices and treatments to make sure you have optimal oral wellness after any kind of treatment. We will track your progression at each maintenance consultation, checking for any kind of bleeding and also penetrating your gum pockets. We comprehend that home dental care, along with regular maintenance cleanings is vital in order to have healthy teeth and gum tissues and also stay clear of any kind of troubles or additional evaluation. As a result, our specialized team will certainly give you the correct education on just how to take care of your teeth at home, via correct flossing and cleaning methods. Do not postpone as well as call us today if you are looking for the best periodontist near me! Coming to be a periodontist implies that you need at least 3 extra official education years once you have finished dental college, and also it is acknowledged by the American Dental Association as a specialized in dentistry. There is a whole lot of research done by periodontists to better recognize persistent transmittable conditions such as anaerobic microbial diseases, development and repair, and bone health and wellness, along with enhancing the durability and also positioning of dental implants, and also much more. One more reason it makes sense to speak to a periodontist is that they function making use of team effort with various other dentists as component of their specialized, and can have a group of dental techniques in the neighborhood which they can get to out to for help. When it comes to any kind of concerns connected to your gums, the finest specialist would be a periodontist near me, as they specialize in the medical diagnosis and treatment of problems or conditions that associate to the bones that support teeth as well as gum tissues. If you are preparing for dental implants or some various other kind of cosmetic reconstruction, you may additionally require a consult with a periodontist. Newport Center Dental Group 1401 Avocado Ave Suite 404 Newport Beach, CA 92660 United States (949) 942-8884 For more information on Gum Specialist Dentist Newport Beach Periodontal Services Newport Beach CA

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Tips On How to define the most effective Pediatric Facility in your town

Commencing Your Search to get a Pediatrician The first step in beginning your quest for your pediatrician could be inquiring fellow moms and dads which company they use for his or her children's health treatment. A robust recommendation can provide you with an awesome start in choosing your son or daughter's health care supplier. Massive towns even have parenting guides and Journals, which can be regional publications that contain commercials for little one and mum or dad helpful enterprises and companies. If your son or daughter attends working day care or preschool, It's also possible to inquire their instructors for recommendations. It's also possible to research pediatricians on-line. Lots of overall health forums offer you profiles on local doctors, that may consist of education and learning, work historical past, several hours of operation, and any medical center affiliations. Many doctors belong to Qualified medical companies and possess study or instructional posts released less than their name. You will also find Sites that allow for sufferers to rate their medical doctor based upon wait instances, bedside way, and treatment methods. Make time to pay attention to the experiences other dad and mom have experienced with pediatricians. It may give fantastic insight regarding how a health practitioner procedures, and what techniques they use to deal with several health problems and injuries. Mother and father might also give tips about specific pediatric methods as well as their operational criteria, which include Workplace hrs, appointment choices, and immediately after several hours or emergent care capabilities. What Must I Seek out In a very Pediatrician? The most important factor you can do when trying to find a pediatrician is to meet them in individual for the session or job interview. Lots of medical professionals will do new patient consultations at the end of their day to allow time so that you can get to find out them and check with questions on their observe. Some pediatrics offices might supply an open Assembly for possible clients as well as their people. This offers you and your son or daughter a chance to tour the facility and view exam rooms and procedure regions. It's also possible to inquire questions about the observe and fulfill a number of pediatricians without having to routine a individual talk to with Each individual unique health practitioner. You should choose a physician who will see you as an important part of your child's wellness and treatment plan. Your pediatrician should have several hours that are convenient during the work 7 days, together with possibly obtaining late or weekend hrs for slight emergencies. Your medical doctor must also have affiliation with neighborhood hospitals. If your child ought to require hospitalization or emergency treatment, your pediatrician should have privileges at the hospital you end up picking to employ. Quite a few moms and dads opt to switch to homeopathic or organic remedy treatments, or decide to immunize their kids on an alternative immunization program, rather then a federal or point out mandated program. For anyone who is a organization believer in these procedures, it is vital to address them during a consult with to discover In case the supplier is comfy accommodating these requests. In today's period of streamlining and modernizing healthcare, It's also important to decide on a medical professional that is using a streamlined electronic clinical report program. This will allow for continuity of treatment if your son or daughter visits specialty physicians or has hospitalizations. Your pediatrician should manage to entry your child's medical history simply and be capable of transfer ideal health care information to a different medical professional or facility for remedy. Researching Pediatrics Tactics Even though selecting a pediatrician is a major final decision, Never overlook the value of a supportive Place of work staff. The pediatrics exercise you select should have enough workers to reply mobile phone calls and immediate your get in touch with to the appropriate Section or individual. Prolonged wait around times to the cellphone can hold off your son or daughter getting the treatment they wants. Your pediatrics observe must be able to support requests for sick stop by appointments inside of 24 several hours. With regards to the severity of your child's signs or symptoms, your child's health practitioner needs to be equipped To guage your son or daughter in a reasonable period of time. Some pediatricians also offer operate in appointments for urgent instances when a youngster can't hold out till the subsequent company working day. The waiting place tends to make the 1st impression on both equally mothers and fathers and kids. It should be welcoming and inviting, which can assistance your child experience much more at ease. Numerous ready parts supply televisions, books, and various toys and routines for youngsters. Ideally, the waiting around space ought to be divided right into a sick location for unwell kids and also a well spot for balanced kids. This could avoid any likely exposures for youngsters who are not Ill. The ready region must also be cleaned and disinfected consistently to cut back the likelihood of attaining an sickness. Deciding on Your Pediatrician When selecting your pediatrician, you should make sure the physician is an permitted Major treatment provider with all your wellness insurance provider. This can drastically cut down your out-of-pocket overall health care and prescription fees. It will also be useful in order that any hospital your decided on pediatrician is affiliated with is usually an in network company under your coverage plan. When you have picked your pediatrician, It will be wise to setup an Preliminary properly baby appointment to get set up With all the exercise. When you are a longtime client, It will probably be easier to get appointments for urgent diseases and injuries if necessary. This will likely also give your pediatrician the prospect to look at your son or daughter when he or she is well, and have a baseline to reference to in the event your child has any medical issues that must be resolved Down the road. It is usually important to have any previous healthcare information transferred in your new pediatrician. This will guarantee continuity of look after any past professional medical complications your son or daughter can have encountered. Once your pediatrician has an overview of your child's health history, he or she could make informed and suitable choices concerning your child's healthcare care. Your pediatrician may also have the ability to monitor development and improvement trends that your child has followed since birth. If your son or daughter really should see a professional, Make certain that your pediatrician is referenced as being the referring medical professional. This will likely be certain that they will receive a copy of your child's specialist stop by and will utilize it to the key health care file for reference. This can be completed for just about any lab tests or radiologic exams your son or daughter could possibly have to acquire done at an outpatient facility. As you'll be able to see, there are numerous issues to take into account When picking your son or daughter's pediatrician. It is a vital choice that should not be built evenly or devoid of investigation and training. Your pediatrician could be a wealth of data on lots of subjects, like dental treatment, protection, diet, preventative care, and proper advancement and progress. By adhering to these recommendations, parents can experience at ease generating the educated choice of who their pediatrician will be and if you would like know additional pay a visit to our weblog https://www.modernpediatrics.com/blog/how-to-know-if-pediatric-concierge-medicine-is-right-for-your-family.

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President Muhammadu Buhari has clarified that his organization has been getting cash to back the economy and advancement because of waning incomes.

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Talking, practically, on Thursday at the First National Tax Dialog held at the Conference Hall of the State House in Abuja, President Buhari, notwithstanding, entrusted the Federal Inland Revenue Services (FIRS) and other important government offices to investigate all standard practices to help income.

As indicated by him, the FIRS should guarantee to plug all income spillages by guaranteeing severe consistence of expense installments by unfamiliar organizations working in Nigeria, asking the arrangement of more computerized stages and consistent associations.

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He noticed that the assessment discourse got basic for the organization right now on account of the income hole, adding that getting to expand the spending plan to have the option to support direly required improvement projects had expanded the country’s obligation profile to as much as N32 trillion as at September of 2020.

He, nonetheless, charged Nigerians to be alive to their assessment commitments as tax collection is a necessary penance for residents of any country that is not kidding about turn of events and progress.

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The President said the public authority had “unavoidably turned to shortfall planning because of declining incomes for certain years,” bringing about an expansion in Nigeria’s obligation profile.

“As we would expect, this has prompted expanding in Nigeria’s obligation profile which remained at about N32 trillion in September 2020. This subsidizing hole made by the decreasing government income, hence, underscores the significance of the public duty exchange we are holding today.

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“No country has ever constructed progress without paying for it or make the vital penance. I, in this manner, approach all Nigerians to be alive to their duty commitments. This administration is deliberately rebuilding the expense income blend for aberrant charges as per our public assessment strategy report.

“To this end, FIRS is commanded to do everything necessary to productively gather charge income due from exchanges completed utilizing nearby and unfamiliar online stages. The public authority has made pertinent legal change to burden laws in the Finance Act 2020”, he said.

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The President additionally requested all administration offices to mechanize activities and guarantee more collaboration in propelling the interest of the country in income age.

“It isn’t sufficient that our residents and neighborhood organizations pay something reasonable of expenses. Similarly, unfamiliar organizations should likewise not be permitted to keep on abusing our business sectors and economy without making good on suitable duties.

“Appropriately, the FIRS has my command to quickly set up all measures to completely actualize projects to get rid of Base Erosion and Profit Shifting in the entirety of their repercussions and for the most part robotize its duty measures.

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“In accordance with this, I have coordinated all administration offices and business ventures to give FIRS admittance to their frameworks for consistent association. FIRS should guarantee that its arrangement of innovation for computerization is done in accordance with worldwide accepted procedures. Specifically, FIRS can get a leaf from different nations which have effectively computerized their assessment measures”, he trained.

The President said Nigeria will keep on working with the Inclusive Framework (on equivalent balance) to grow universally worthy guidelines for tax collection from the advanced economy while trusting that “the Inclusive Framework would have developed into an adequate multilateral arrangement that will thoroughly address the expense difficulties of the digitalised economy by the center of 2021.”

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President Buhari guaranteed residents that the public authority will keep on pursueing its order of improving lives through interests in infrastructural projects like railroads, streets, power, medical services and schooling, notwithstanding decreasing incomes and the test of Covid.

“Our administration has kept on pursueing every one of those ventures regardless of gigantic decrease in government incomes occasioned by a mix of elements among which is the COVID-19 pandemic.

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“The overwhelming impact of COVID-19 on the wellbeing and economy of the world is clear across each layer of our general public. It is clear to each resident of this country that our economy isn’t insusceptible from the worldwide monetary plunge.

“In that capacity, we have needed to face the clashing circumstances of reflating the economy and simultaneously raising income to meet our budgetary necessities. It is inside this setting that the public authority embraced a broad budgetary projection of over N13 trillion for 2021”, he said.

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While asking all residents to assume more dynamic parts in country working by covering their expenses, the President said “the organization is, in any case, not trying to expand the taxation rate upon the residents, however to plug the current assessment provisos or spillages and to guarantee even and fair use of the duty laws.”

As per him, “this was unmistakably shown by the arrangements in the Finance Act 2019 whereby government absolved little organizations from charge and diminished the personal expense rate for medium organizations from 30% to 20%. In the Finance Act 2020 which I endorsed into law at the last part of 2020, we went further to pad the weight of assessment on the low-wage laborers by absolving the lowest pay permitted by law from individual personal expense.”

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President Buhari said essential corrections had been made to the FIRS Establishment Act in the Finance Act 2020 to give the authoritative system to the appropriation of innovation in duty organization.

“Each Nigerian should see charge installment in its appropriate setting, which is, as a serious and energetic commitment that is fundamental for building a superior society.”

In his feature introduction, President of the African Development Bank (AfDB), Dr Akinwunmi Adesina, extended a bounce back of the Nigerian economy from downturn, with a 1.5 percent development rate in 2021, and 2 percent development in 2022.

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Dr Adesina said charges ought to be utilized as instruments for advancing improvement by urging private area organizations to take up obligations in framework, and drawing in Foreign Direct Investments, advising that delayed assessment occasions could be counterproductive.

He said young people ought to be boosted to develop organizations with suitable assessment systems, adding that Africa loses around 60 billion U S dollars every year from charges.

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Clergyman of Finance, Zainab Shamsuna Ahmed, said the public authority will improve its layout for charge assortment, particularly despite decreasing incomes because of the Covid pandemic, portraying 2021 as a time of recuperation for the economy.

The clergyman noticed that accentuation on duty assortment will be moved from pay to spending and all worldwide enterprises in the nation will be needed to completely agree with new orders.

The FIRS Chairman, Muhammad Mamman Nami, required another, far reaching charge installment culture.

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You Can’t Cross the Same River Twice - Chapter 6

Hawkeye and Trapper fall into a household routine over the next few weeks, based around their respective work schedules. They figure out things like which nights they each cook dinner, when to go grocery shopping, when Trapper goes to the gym - usually while Hawkeye sleeps the sleep of the blameless - and all the other little domestic tasks that come with sharing a home. Because for all that the Swamp was an absolute pit, now that they have a home - a real one - they want it to be well, homey.

They even make time for dates. Sometimes going out to the bar they'd gone to Hawkeye's first night in Boston where they can dance together somewhere other than their own living room. Sometimes they go out to the neighborhood bar to dance and flirt with women - the girls lovely and fun and sweet - and a necessary cover for two bachelors living together. And it's almost like foreplay. Attraction stretching and spooling out between them as they dance on opposite sides of the room, heated glances exchanged over their partners' heads. And when they come together at the end of the night, it's all the sweeter for having to wait for it.

Frankly, their sex life has been pretty fantastic all around. Ever since that first night they'd fucked - the night Hawkeye had taken a desperate, begging Trapper apart and then been taken in turn - it was like a dam had burst. Like Trapper realized he could have this - have Hawkeye - whenever he wanted. And he'd wanted a lot. Which was good because so had Hawkeye. So they've moved back into the sexual relationship they'd had in Korea - fun and hot and ravenous. But something is different. There's an added element of stability. Or a removal of the stress and the fear and the unfun kind of desperation. They have the time to just kiss and hold one another. The time to bring the intimacy and love of their friendship into the sack. And it turns out that's a really nice combination.

Hawkeye's life is domestic in a way he never thought he'd have, didn't know he'd wanted after Carlye walked out. But now that he's had a taste of it, he can't imagine going without. And he and Trapper haven't explicitly said what this is - maybe there isn't a word for it - but they've each made it clear that they're in this for the long haul.

--

The only thing that breaks their newly established routine is Trapper's daughters coming over for the weekend. Trapper only gets to see them once a month due to his weekend-heavy ER schedule. Hawkeye figures he ought to gracefully bow out so Trapper can have as much time with them as possible. Plus, he's still not one hundred percent comfortable around small children, despite having made progress in interacting with them as patients.

So that Saturday morning, Hawkeye moves enough of his stuff into the guestroom to make it look like he normally sleeps there. And it will feel strange to sleep alone - something he hasn't really done since before Korea, not if he's counting having tent mates - but it's only for the one night anyway. And he's finally gotten his luggage back from the army so he can keep some of the less viscerally sickening items - he hadn't even been able to look at the olive drab fatigues, just told Trapper to toss them before he tossed his cookies - in the guestroom permanently. Less work for future visits.

And Hawkeye pulls an extra Saturday shift at the clinic. It keeps him out from underfoot and they can always use the extra hands. He gets to take the cast off a very exuberant seven year old boy's arm - and learns all about his little league team and the home-stealing slide that caused it - for his troubles. And then it's dinner time and he heads home. Trapper had practically demanded his presence at the meal - and besides, he made a chocolate cake for the occasion and Hawkeye's not missing out on that.

Dinner is fine. Even fun. The girls are happy to talk about anything and everything under the sun. Trapper's conversational efforts amount to reminding the girls to eat their veggies. And Hawkeye just listens. Lets the chatter wash over him. It's almost soothing. The biggest problems these girls have are homework and schoolyard squabbles. Of course, these problems seem like direst threats - and Trapper treats them with all the seriousness of an unexploded hand grenade. But to Hawkeye, they're a reminder that there's still innocence in the world. And that's a balm to his very soul.

After dinner is when things get tricky. Hawkeye's knitting in the living room, his usual after dinner ritual, and Cathy is watching him with the same degree of focus as he'd watch the demonstration of a new surgical technique. She's sitting cross legged on the living room floor next to her abandoned book, looking up at him, eyes following the knitting needles like a tennis match.

"What are you doing?" her little voice pipes up.

Hawkeye leans in to mock whisper, "Knitting a sweater for your dad. Shhh! It's a surprise."

Trapper's at the dining room table, listening to Becky regale him with the story of the very gross but very neat frog dissection she got to watch in science class. And he's paying very close attention to her - even drawing out little diagrams to help Becky show off her new knowledge of amphibious internal organs - so Hawkeye knows he won't overhear. But it's still fun to see Cathy's face split into a wide, conspiratorial grin.

"A secret!"

He nods seriously.

"But why are you knitting? That's for old ladies." Her expression is derisive.

"Well, when I was in Korea, it got sooo cold that even the animals put on parkas." Cathy giggles. "Wool clothing was worth its weight in gold. So I learned how to make socks and scarves and hats just to keep myself warm. And the first things I made were pretty bad. The socks were just lumpy wool bags - even the snakes wouldn't wear them! But I got better and started giving them away as gifts."

Cathy still looks skeptical. "But you're not in Korea anymore."

If only he were so certain of that all the time.

"That's true. But I still like to make presents for my friends. And I think it's fun."

She's still looking at him intently.

"Do you want to learn?"

She considers the question and then nods with all the gravitas of a judge in court. So Hawkeye digs out his old needles from Korea and some fluffy pink yarn that he'd originally bought with Margaret in mind that ought to be easier for her to work with. And the needles are awkward in her small hands but he gets her started on a scarf - the easiest project, just rows of stitches back and forth. And Cathy seems to enjoy it, tongue sticking out in concentration as she counts stitches. She finishes a handful of rows before Trapper deems it bedtime and Hawkeye gives her a congratulatory handshake, acting as if she'd won some prestigious award. She's tickled pink by the game and Hawkeye thinks maybe this kid thing isn't so hard. He hadn't once seen her as anyone other than Cathy.

"Thanks for teaching Cathy how to knit," Trapper says after tucking the girls into bed. "She can be kinda difficult to keep interested in stuff that don't involve running around outside."

"No problem, I'm always glad to convert outsiders to the gory of homemade woolens! Besides, I had fun. She's a funny kid."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time cuz your presence has been requested at the zoo tomorrow. If you think you're up to it."

"Yeah, I think I am. As long as I'm not intruding on your family time. You get little enough of that as it is."

"You are family, Hawkeye." Trapper's expression turns serious. "I know we ain't exactly talked about it, but I figure we'll be in each other's lives for a while and I don't wanna hide one part of my family from the other. Not more than I have to."

Hawkeye gets a little misty eyed, he's not ashamed to admit. "I'd love to go to the zoo with you tomorrow." He gives Trapper a hug. Because if he gave him anything else, he'd never stop giving. "Goodnight, Trap."

Trapper holds him back just as tightly. "Goodnight, Hawk."

And then they go sleep in separate bedrooms.

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Trapper comes home from the gym to find Hawkeye awake and making the famous Pierce family French toast. It fills Trapper with an unspeakable joy that Hawkeye is willing to bring Trapper's family into his own like that. That Hawkeye feels the same way about being family as he does. And Trapper knows he's gotta go take a shower and get the girls up and ready for the day, but he can't wait for tonight when they can be together again and he can show Hawkeye just how much he appreciates it.

Half an hour later, syrup sticky and bouncing off the walls with a combination of sugar and excitement, Cathy and Becky practically drag him and Hawkeye out the door. And the zoo's crowded but a lot of fun. He's dragged along by Cathy who's pointing out the animals she likes the best - usually the biggest and bloodthirstiest but she's also taken a shine to the lizards in the reptile house. Meanwhile, Becky tells a very patient Hawkeye all about the animals at the zoo, reading from the signs and information cards at each enclosure. And Hawkeye tells her about Radar's collection of animals - started after Trapper left, so he enjoys hearing about it too - and the various surgeries and medical procedures he's done on them - in child appropriate terms, thank God. This prompts a whole new series of questions from Becky and Cathy about the inner workings of animals that Hawkeye seems to enjoy answering. Including things about rabbit ovaries that Trapper doesn't envy Louise having to field follow ups about.

And then it's time to go home so that Louise can come pick up the kids.

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"You mean I can keep them?" Cathy looks up at Hawkeye, overjoyed.

"Sure, sweetheart. After the army lost all my luggage, I went out and bought all new stuff. Those knitting needles are extras. Besides, you still have your scarf on them."

She hugs him, tight enough to push all the air out of his lungs.

"Thanks, Uncle Hawkeye!"

And that. That gets him.

And so does Becky's "Bye, Uncle Hawkeye!" delivered almost carelessly as she runs out the door.

Like it's natural. Like he's family.

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Hawkeye seems to be thinking about something pretty big, judging by how tense he's getting. They're lying in bed together after a vigorous and enjoyable reunion - one that had involved Hawkeye clutching desperately at the sheets as he gasped Trapper's name - but it appears that the afterglow is fading. And as good as the sex had been, Trapper doesn't figure it warrented this level of contemplation.

So after what he considers a reasonable interval, where Hawkeye just gets tenser and tenser, Trapper asks, "Something on your mind, Hawk?"

"Just thinking about family."

A pause.

"I still haven't seen my dad. It's been over a month and all I've done is send a few letters. Like he's a friend across the country instead of my own father, only two hours away."

A longer pause.

"I guess I'm feeling guilty because I've met your family now and I still haven't been up to see mine. But I don't know if I'm ready yet."

Trapper thinks about that a minute. "Well, I think you've done a bunch of stuff since getting back that you didn't feel ready for. And that's turned out ok."

Hawkeye laughs. "True, I've only had the one mental crisis. And I'm probably making this out to be a bigger deal than it is. He's my dad. He loves me no matter what."

Trapper figures Hawkeye's luckier than he knows if that's the case.

"I'll go up to see him next weekend. And if it's too much, I can come right back home the same day."

With that decided, Hawkeye snuggles further into Trapper. Mind quiet enough for him to sleep.

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The product of these improvements is Cryoskin: a treatment system that is faster and more effective than coolsculpting. Cryoskin fat-freezing treatments are faster than coolsculpting and are more customizable. Cryoskin technicians hold an instrument that gets cold, then they move it around your targeted areas.

Gyno-Daktarin vaginal capsule is contraindicated in people with a recognized hypersensitivity to miconazole/miconazole nitrate, other imidazole derivatives or to any of the excipients noted in area 6.1. The safety and effectiveness of Gyno-Daktarin vaginal capsule in youngsters and adolescents has not been studied. One soft vaginal pill to be placed high in the vaginal canal at going to bed, as a single dosage. White to off white egg-shaped soft vaginal pill including a white to lotion coloured hydrophobic mass. While most of us believe superstars all go under the blade- they can not have a bum that perfect, right? They havebeen battering the gym, buying some crazy skin care routine or even paid some of their celebrity bucks for an individual fitness instructor.

You may see sutures appearing of the vaginal area in couple of weeks time. This procedure is carried out in women struggling with prolapse of the back wall of the vaginal area. The procedure is done under general anaesthetic, or spine anaesthetic. hifu facial involves putting your legs in stirrups, infiltration of the genital skin with neighborhood anaesthetic, followed by laceration of the genital skin and also the slim layer of muscular tissue in the vaginal area over the prolapse. After that, the layer of muscle is united with a collection of solid stitches and the genital skin is shut. Also ladies may establish some trouble passing urine initially.

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vandalism - purposeful damages to building - the Vandals were a German warrior race based south of the Baltic and noticeable during the 5th and also very early 6th centuries. They attacked Spain in 409, crossing to Africa in 429, as well as under King Genseric sacked Rome in 455, where they mutilated public monoliths. The very early use the term criminal damage explained the devastation of masterpieces by innovative fanatics. surreptitious - sly, unethical - words underhand - which we use commonly but hardly ever consider its exact origin - was very first videotaped in the feeling of secret or surreptitious in 1592. Brewer in 1870 supplies a solid sign of derivation in his explanation of above board, in which 'under-hand' describes a hand held under the table while preparing a raising technique.

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One of one of the most crucial elements of this surgical procedure is the lack of long-term information supporting its utilization in uterine as well as genital prolapse surgical procedure. Numerous ladies feel that the entryway to the vagina is loose which is mostly precipitated by childbirth. The operation involves estimating the muscles near the entrance to the vaginal area in addition to repair work of the skin over it with sutures. You might experience discomfort following surgery, however this often tends to settle with time. The catheter will appear the following early morning and you ought to be able to go home once you returned to typical invalidating. The operation is usually secure, however sometimes females establish infection or bleeding after the procedure. In 5-10% of the instances, the prolapse may come back requiring more therapies.

through thick and also slim - with good times as well as negative - from old 'thick and slim blocks' in a pulley mechanism which made it possible for rope of varying density to be utilized. strike a bargain - concur terms - from old Rome and also Greece when, in conclusion a considerable contract, a human sacrifice was made to the gods called to witness the offer. The play flopped however his rumbling impact was used without his permission in a manufacturing of Macbeth. Dennis was claimed to have actually said 'They will certainly not allow my play run, however they take my thunder'. Recommended origins connecting to old radio football commentaries including the listeners complying with have fun with the help of a numbered grid strategy of the having fun field are almost certainly full rubbish. spick as well as period - completely clean and in a new condition - was initially 'spick as well as span new', and also came from a shipbuilding allegory, when a 'spic' was a spike or nail, and chip a piece of timber.

It has actually been approved by Senior citizen Medical Editors, Dr Jim Barber, Specialist Clinical Oncologist and Dr Lisa Pickering, Professional Clinical Oncologist.

If you are unable to pass urine in all, call your medical professional or nurse instantly or most likely to your local emergency department (A&E).

It has actually been evaluated by experienced medical and wellness experts as well as individuals coping with cancer.

This info has actually been created, modified and modified by Macmillan Cancer Support's Cancer Details Advancement group.

This is a little operation that aids improve the circulation of urine prior to you have HIFU.

The majority of males have some urinary incontinence when their catheter is initial removed.

Improving the flow of pee indicates you may have fewer bladder troubles after HIFU.

This is more likely if you have actually already had external-beam radiotherapy.

Straight connection isn't clear, but some influence from the covenant technique can not be marked down. ring of truth/ring real - noises or seems believable - from the custom-made of screening whether coins were real by bouncing on a tough surface area; imitations not made from the correct rare-earth element would certainly sound various to the actual thing. ' Calling' is from the Anglo-Saxon 'hring-an', meaning ring a bell. plain sailing - easy - from 17-18th century, initially 'plane sailing', the term for a fast method of browsing brief ranges, when placements as well as ranges could be plotted as if on a level plane instead of a curved surface. wishful thinking - unrealistic hope or scheme - the 'wishful thinking' metaphor initially alluded to the extravagant concepts of an opium drug addict. The wishful thinking expression can be traced back to the late 19th century in print, although it was most likely to have actually been in use in speech for some years prior.

whistleblower/whistle-blower/whistle blowing - informer - even more particularly an individual that educates the authorities or media about illegal or negative conduct of a company; usually the informer is a worker of the organization. The metaphorical insinuation is to a football referee that impacts a whistle to stop the game due to bad deed, and to reprimand or take firmer activity versus the transgressor. The expression is stated to have been initial used/popularized by United States political lobbyist Ralph Nader in the 1970s. whipping boy - a person that is on a regular basis condemned or penalized for another's wrong-doing - as royal princes, Edward VI and Charles I had children to take their penalty beatings for them, for this reason 'whipping kid'. Around the very same time Henry IV of France delighted in the very same privilege; his whipping young boys D'Ossat and also Du Perron later came to be cardinals. velcro - the tiny plastic hook cloth bolt system - Swiss engineer George de Mestrel developed the idea of Velcro in having actually been influenced on a hunting journey by the propensity of Alpine burdock burrs to stick to clothing. He called the nylon attachment after 'velours crochet', French for 'velvet hook'.

This was notably taped as a proverb composed by John Heywood, released in his Proverbs book of 1546, when the form was 'You can not see the timber for the trees'. It implies that the whole or clear view/understanding of something is difficult as a result of the information or distance with which the entire is being seen. The expression is usually made use of when we are as well close or involved with something to be able to assess it plainly and completely.

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It was most definitely a referral opium pipeline smoking, which was classy among hedonists as well as the well-to-do courses of the 18th as well as 19th century. Much of Samuel Coleridge's verse was opium sustained, notably Kubla Kahn, 1816.

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Hormonal changes such as thyroid dysfunction, low testosterone or menopause can also contribute to decreased drive and arousal. Psychological problems such as depression, anxiety, stress, concern with body image or a history of abuse can contribute to decreased arousal.

typhoon - whirlwind storm - from the Chinese 't' ai-fun', suggesting the excellent wind. touch and also go - a close choice or slim getaway - from the days of horse-drawn carriages, when wheels of two cars may touch but no damages was done, meaning that both might take place their method. limit - the start of something, or a door-sill - from the Anglo-Saxon 'thoerscwald', suggesting 'door-wood'. Additionally some assert the beginning is from the practice of spreading out threshed wheat as well as comparable crops on dirt floorings of middle ages houses. An item of wood was used in the entrance to quit the loosened threshings from spilling onto the road. thimble - finger guard utilized when sewing - from the initial word 'thumb-bell'. Thimbles were developed in Holland and then introduced into England in 1695 by John Lofting's Islington manufacturing facility.

Does Cryo hurt?

HOW WILL MY BODY REACT TO THE COLD TEMPERATURE? Cold air therapy in the whole-body chamber uses dry, oxygenated air, so you won't experience shivering, goosebumps or other reactions that you might associate with being cold. Because of this technology, unlike an ice bath or immersion, cryotherapy is not painful.

The mesh is after that protected to the sacrum with key-hole surgery after lowering the prolapsed uterus. After that mesh is then hidden utilizing laparoscopic suturing strategies. Traditional medication recommends removal of the womb when there is uterine prolapse. In instances of extreme uterine and also genital prolapse a hysterectomy complied with by vaginal wall restoration might still be one of the most helpful treatment. Nonetheless there are a lot more females who are choosing to keep their womb particularly in those whom the womb is only mildly or reasonably prolapsed. The choice to try uterine and vaginal assistance is made just after a complete enlightened consent is made with the individual having the procedure.

Years earlier, it wasn't unusual for a person searching for a specific cosmetic therapy to bring along an image of a celebrity, asking the surgeon to reproduce the nose, eyes, lips and so on . With these individuals having a particular power in the public eye, it's hard for us to not take at least some notification. The initial converted Heywood analysis (according to Bartlett's) is shown initially, adhered to where ideal by example of the contemporary use.

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This treatment is carried out in women dealing with prolapse of the front wall of the vaginal area. The procedure includes placing your legs in braces, infiltration of the genital skin with neighborhood anaesthetic, adhered to by cut of the vaginal skin and the slim layer of muscle mass in the vaginal canal. Topics were treated with miconazole intravaginally, randomly assigned to either a solitary 1,200 mg pill, or a 7-day application of 2% genital lotion. Unfavorable reactions reported by ≥ 1% of GYNO-DAKTARIN-treated topics in these trials are displayed in Table 1. It is not known whether miconazole nitrate is secreted in human milk.

Is FemiLift effective?

For many women the results of Femilift treatment can be life changing. Bianca, one of our patients at Health & Aesthetics, said that the results of the treatment mean her life-long debilitating urinary incontinence problem has been 85-90% cured.

The original expression suggested that the important things was new also down to these tiny components. One of numerous marine expressions, for instance see turn the lead. Skeletal system is an all-natural metaphor for something bad, and also a wardrobe is an all-natural metaphor for a hiding place. As well as whether Maker's tale was the source of the expression, or a retrospective explanation, it has absolutely added to the facility of the saying. shoplift - swipe from a store - 'lift' derives from the Gothic 'hlifan', indicating to take, initially from Latin 'levo', to disburden. A fighter who stopped working to come as much as the scratch at the start of a round was deemed unable of proceeding therefore would certainly shed the contest.

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Where understood and particularly intriguing, added information for a few of these expressions appear in the main listing above. It's hard to state the number of of these expressions Heywood in fact designed himself. He possibly came from some due to the fact that he was a kept in mind author of epigrams. I can not see the wood for the trees/can' t see the woodland for the trees - right here timber means forest.

Because of the limited systemic accessibility after vaginal application, scientifically relevant interactions occur extremely seldom. In clients on oral anticoagulants, such as warfarin, care needs to be exercised and also anticoagulant impact should be kept track of. The concurrent use latex prophylactics or diaphragms with vaginal anti-infective prep work may decrease the effectiveness of latex contraceptive representatives. Consequently Gyno-Daktarin vaginal capsules need to not be used concurrently with a latex condom or latex diaphragm. Serious hypersensitivity reactions, including anaphylaxis as well as angioedema, have been reported throughout therapy with Gyno-Daktarin vaginal capsule and with other miconazole formulations (see area 4.8). If Fat freezing toning Warwick suggesting hypersensitivity or inflammation should occur, the therapy should be stopped.

Caution ought to be worked out when utilizing Gyno-Daktarin vaginal pills during breastfeeding. Although intravaginal absorption is restricted, Gyno-Daktarin genital capsules ought to only be used in the initial trimester of maternity if, in the judgment of the medical professional, the possible advantages surpass the possible dangers. Miconazole administered systemically is understood to prevent CYP3A4/2C9.