#paras hospitals

[veinsfullofstars]

what happened with the ghost pepper fiasco???? 👀

—✨

Oh, you know. Just the Bad Decision Duo making some bad decisions in the name of one-upmanship. Like always.

One very brief pepper-eating contest later…

They end up bedridden for a whole week after that, and grounded by their horrified parents for even longer. Doesn't stop Bow from bragging about the win, though, even into the present day. Dedede tries his very best to pretend it never happened (and steers clear of ghost peppers from then on).

**Suffice to say, they are dummies, and children, and fictional characters. Please do not try this at home.**

Sketch started 06/29/24, finished 07/01/24. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

[lgbtpopcult]

Watch Some Soap Storylines Girl Please

To be clear soaps are famous for going on for ever, most couples and romances don't last that much 😂

Amar en tiempos revueltos, Spain

Valor de vida, Portugal

Thuis, Belgium

The Rich Man's Daughter, Philippines

Jogo doplo, Portugal

Neighbours, Australia

General hospital, USA

4 estrellas, Spain

Nadie como tu, Mexico

Perdona Nuestros Pecados, Chile

emmerdale, UK

Las estrellas, Argentina

Young and the restless, USA

Edificio corona, Chile

Demente, Chile

Coronation street, UK

Shortland Street, New Zealand

Salkkarit, Finland

Amar es para siempre, Spain

[misericorsalvator]

@bxneofgod

The hospital room is quiet, save for the steady, infuriating beep of the heart monitor—a rhythmic reminder that Henry is still clinging to this ridiculous thing called life. The sterile scent of antiseptic stings his nose, and the whitewashed walls feel more like a cage than a place of rest. What's left of his left arm is now wrapped in enough plaster and gauze to make him look like a half-assed mummy, strapped to his torso in some medical equivalent of a straitjacket. His ribs are bound tight under layers of compression bandages, but every breath still feels like he's inhaling shards of glass. All this, and they wouldn't even allow him half a beer to dull it all…

The IV in his good arm itches like hell, and the painkillers they've pumped into him have taken the edge off but not much else. It's enough to make him drowsy, but sleep keeps slipping through his fingers—every time he starts to drift off, the memory of frost on his skin and blood in his mouth snaps him back like a rubber band.

The door creaks open. Henry doesn't need to look to know it's Gabriel. The boots are a dead giveaway, heavy and deliberate against the linoleum. Still, he turns his head—slow, because even that feels like a chore. When his eyes land on Gabriel, Henry snorts, though the effort makes his chest ache. "Jesus, Gabe," he croaks, his voice like sandpaper dragged over broken glass. "You look worse than I do." It's a lie, of course. Gabriel is the picture of health—sharp eyes, squared shoulders, and not a damn thing out of place except for the scowl etched into his face. But Henry figures he has the right to dish out a little sarcasm after the week he's had. It's either that or admit how much it actually means to see his friend standing there, solid and steady, in a world that's been nothing but chaos and misery lately. "Well?" Henry mutters, closing his eyes again. "You gonna stand there all day, or are you taking a seat? Fresh out of the good stuff, I'm afraid; don't have any appetisers to offer." Henry can imagine the look in Gabriel's eyes, but he's not sure he could bear to look. Though usually a comfort, right now, it makes him feel seen in a way he isn't sure he wants to be.

[autism-connoisseur]

i think my professor has tumblr

[radicalqueerness]

heya, do you make moodboards? if so, could I get a chronically/terminally sick kid moodboard? blue themed, if possible :>

💙 BLUE SICK/HOSPITALISED KIDCORE MOODBOARD

🖤 Hope you enjoy!

🖤 Format B

🖤 Requests are open!

[knifekris]

every day i struggle to make choices

[ernestoednrec]

Pasillo Materno

[beaumont-ague]

The Aftermath

October 31st

Stepping out of the restaurant hand in hand, Toulouse led Rachel down the sidewalk, shivering slightly as the cool autumn air rustled through his costume. "Man, maybe I should have worn some extra clothes under this," he chuckled. One moment, he was looking up at Rachel with a smile, then suddenly, all he could see was bright lights headed directly toward them. "LOOK OUT!" The last thing he remembered was pushing Rachel out of the way, and then everything went dark.

December 1st

Beep…. Beep…. Beep… There was a low hum of electrical equipment that filled the space around the ears hearing all of this. The pitter patter of feet waltzing back and forth, papers shuffling in the distance and quiet chatter that seemed to be in an entirely different language. Despite all of the different noises, everything sounded… muffled. There was suddenly an intense sharp ache that would not go away, and suddenly Toulouse could feel himself stirring back into consciousness. He let out a soft groan as his eyes fluttered, bright lights burning his retinas. “Wh-” Everything started to zoom in and out of focus as he tried to come to, and as his frantically looked around to out the pieces together, he saw machines, medical lines, an O2 sensor attached to his finger. He tried to move, but even the slightest adjustment sent an excruciating jolt of pain throughout his entire body. It took everything in him not to scream. There was a small sense of panic that set in, and whatever stupid tests they had attached to him must have picked up on that, because suddenly the beeping became more frantic, and nursing aids rushed over to the bedside, ready to tackle whatever the problem was. “… awake, go… Doctor…” Toulouse was only hearing every other word, trying to comprehend where he was, why he was hurting so bad, and what was going on. But nothing made sense and then the nurses were mumbling about pain meds and attaching more things to the tubes in his arms. He could feel his eyes getting heavy again, and although he tried hard to fight it, he was drifting back to sleep. But not before he caught a glimpse of someone familiar. “Rach…” he whispered, before giving to fatigue.

[jhekser]

—Além da Máscara

📅 19/05/2024 📝 pedido pelo ImaginesLand 🎨 arts by starbite (official arts - Batman: Wayne Family Adventures) & resources by freepik ⚠️ inspirado em uma capa da @xmaeve 🤍

[val-dautremer]

How many times had she stood in this same exact hallway? How many this past year, these past 3 years? Better yet, how many more would be spent here? St. Catherine's was becoming a second home and not in a good way.

"Move!" Footsteps pounded down the hall and Val had just enough time to flatten herself against the wall as a gurney and a flurry of hospital staff rushed past. She hadn't seen who the patient was but her eyes dragged after the group, frantic to know if it had been one of her own. It was only when someone tugged gently on her elbow did Val tear her eyes away.

"Ma'am please, come sit down over here. I know you're waiting for people," her eyes said more. I know who you are and who you're waiting for, "but we need to keep the hallway clear." The nurse nodded the way the gurney had gone. "So we can help them."

Her calmer head always prevailed, even if she wished at times it did not. Sometimes vinegar turned more heads than honey. It got the job done faster. Not this time though. There was nothing Val could physically do to make this situation end sooner, so she followed the woman to a quieter hallway, yet it was still close enough to keep an eye on things.

"You can do what you need to from here." A pause and then a quieter follow up. "I'll make sure no one disturbs you."

Just as she said it, a pair of bodies came careening around the corner, one of them reaching for Val's hand. They had family who had been at the shooting. "Have you seen her? What room is she in? How is she?" The questions flowed and flowed and there would be little stopping them until the pair saw who they were looking for. Val cradled the girl's back and bent to answer her questions. Her eyes stayed on the nurse however, conveying what she couldn't say.

Thank you.

Just a moment before turning back to the job at hand. Her job. The job she had chosen. And just as she had chosen that, she would choose to stay now.

[theobrowningfd]

· · ─── Theo: a self para ──── · ·

Who: Theo and various personnel from the Merrock Fire Department and Merrock Hospital

Where: A house in the suburbs

When: November 8, 2024 (midafternoon, midshift)

Trigger Warnings: Fire, personal injury, hospitals, doctors

The last thing he remembered was the sound of crunching and then pain and then nothing. The sound of an alarm was blasting near his head, the same head that was pounding and telling him to breathe. But his lungs weren’t cooperating, he wasn’t able to inhale or exhale without a sharp pain to his side, or even at all. After what felt like hours, he could start to hear what sounded like voices yelling, “firefighter down, firefighter down!”

They called out, to whom? Theo didn’t know, but thankfully they would be there soon. And then black. The next thing he knew, he was being hoisted up onto a gurney, his body slamming onto the surface as he tried to yell out. But he couldn’t get any sound out, he couldn’t lift his head, but he could see people clamoring around him. The EMTs hovering above him as he felt a pinch in his hand and then a cool sensation flowing through his veins. The sounds of fabric ripping as they cut off his shirt after taking off his jacket. Before long he felt a stabbing pain in his ribs and then air. Sweet, sweet oxygen flowing in and out of his lungs. He finally was able to speak, “ca-call someone,” he breathed out and then he couldn’t speak again, the medicine helping ease the pain, made him go limp.

The ride to the hospital felt like a blip, a mere snap of one’s fingers between being loaded into the ambulance and being whisked into the Emergency Room. Things were still hazy and he was still in pain from somewhere, in fact his whole body hurt, even to breathe. The voices of those around him were fuzzy, only being able to pick up a word or two, before the beeping of machines replaced the voices. A machine overhead buzzed, and then a quick flash. Then hands, he felt hands on his chest, his head, a light in his eyes, flashing. Everything was a blur and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep. And before he knew it, he was.

Slowly but surely waking up, he tried to lift his head, but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Opening his eyes, it took him a moment to remember what happened and where he was. As he was coming to, the outlines of doctors and nurses came into focus and he felt like he had been hit by a truck. The nurse that was in his room went to grab a doctor as he tried to sit up, a blinding pain stabbing him in his side. “You better not try to move,” the voice told him as the doctor entered, to which Theo nodded. “You had a nasty fall during a fire. You’re going to be okay, but you’re going to be out of commission for quite some time.” The doctor stated, Theo trying to speak, reached for the cup of water, as a nurse brought it to his lips. Taking a sip before speaking, his voice hoarse, “did anyone else get hurt? Did they all get out okay?" He asked before being shushed by the nurse and the doctor. " Wait did any one call my siblings? Or my girlfriend? Do my kids know?” He asked, wincing in pain as he took a slow breath trying to figure out what to do, he tried to get up before the nurse intervened and told him he needed to rest. "Someone call them.....," he replied before drifting off again from the meds.

[keepingstarsapart]

"The relationship between parents and children, but especially between mothers and daughters, is tremendously powerful, scarcely to be comprehended in any rational way." - Joyce Carol Oates

[ofsupernovcs]

How did I get here- Kol

The last time Kol was alive. He thought he was with Davina, in London. But he was killed, but....how? There was a pang in his heart as he tried to remember. No....she wouldn't. There was a sense of nausea.

Kol woken up in a hospital bed. There was a bright eyed intern by his bedside.

"Dr. Han?"

There was a look of confusion on his face. Kol pointed to himself. Before he can say anything there was a tight hug.

"Dr. Han you're alive. The orchestra can be saved."

"The orchestra?" His throat has ragged but there was confusion. Kol Mikaelson hated orcheastras. He can barely tolerate elijah playing the piano

"Dr. Han just sit here and rest."

There was a squint as he reached for the medical record.

"Dr. Cecil Han, stress induced coma. Living proxy is his wife."

Kol groaned to himself.

"For fucks sake." Kol said as he was in the hospital bed.

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Later that day.

"Dr Han why are you buying baseball bats?"

"We need to have a little fun love?"

The intern made a face.

"Dr Han you're married."

Kol sighed. He forgot the poor bloke was married. There was a smirk.

"Sorry coma had my mind shuffled you know." He said as he swings the bat.

"Now if you could get that address that would be great."

The intern nodded and turned around. He might as well have fun.

[callie-everest]

STARTER: Corey & Callie LOCATION: Pet Shelter STATUS: CLOSED

After a long night of little sleep trying to get Matthew to relax, Callie had woken up to a disgruntled and anxious man who was eager to get back to hospital. She’d forced him to sit and have some cereal, but he hadn’t lasted long before darting back off to see Yash, and so she’d let him go reluctantly, knowing he wouldn’t relax until he was back by his friend’s side. Callie was worried too, but she knew too many people crowding around Yash’s bed wouldn’t be good, and so she wanted to leave space for her closest friends to visit instead.

After feeding Chuck and taking him for a quick walk, she’d gathered her things and headed to the pet shelter. Despite all the uncertainty and the weakness the supernaturals around her were feeling, she had an appointment to pick up her new puppy. Now that she knew her friends were safe, she felt okay to go and collect Matilda. She was filled with nervous, excited energy as she pulled in and headed through the front doors, asking for Doctor Corey before taking her seat, foot tapping with anticipation. 

@magicvet 

[mrsmamathompson]

Unforgettable... || Self-para

Description: Ann's final moments with her husband and dealing with her own grief

Triggers: Death, hospitals, medical, funeral, depression.

Ann pressed her hand up against the glass as she watched the team hovering around her husband. The lines on the monitor began flatlining and beeping. Tears fell from Ann’s eyes, barely able to see from the blurring of her tears she turned away momentarily. The beeping stopped and when she turned back around she saw her husband reaching out to her, the doctor nodding she rushed into the room, taking up his hand and holding it close to her. “I love you, Annie.” It was the final words before the monitors began beeping again. “I’m here, go easy. I love you too, I always will.” This time they didn’t try stopping them, he was gone. 

The feel of her husband's hand going limp and slipping out of hers was a feeling Ann would never be able to stop feeling. She swallowed down a scream of a sob that was building up in the back of her throat, knowing that was it, it was much more than Ann ever thought she could bear. The weight of the world felt like it was crushing her soul. All she wanted was to throw herself onto the bed beside him, to throw herself at the ground in his stead and take his place. 

Before she could even think of doing those things she was being escorted away from his room and into a family lounge where she could make arrangements and calls. She called her husband's family first and their own children, and then her own siblings, nieces, the family that was necessary to know. Then she called her friends, letting them know what had happened, and finally, she sat in silence, not knowing where to go, what to do. She didn’t know how to approach this situation. They had made arrangements already, so she rang the funeral home and began the process. 

3 DAYS LATER

The funeral was horrific, she didn’t think she could ever feel worse than when he passed but here she was having to watch their life fly by and it was never enough to explain where their life had gone, how wonderful of a husband he really was to her. Nothing would ever be enough to ever make people understand how much of her anchor her husband was. Then it was her turn, her turn to sum up her husband in a five-minute speech, to explain how much of a wonderful person she had lived with for this long. How could she?

Ann felt the pain in her chest as she rose up and walked to the front, she stumbled over her words as she spoke. Her papers were mixed up, and she felt like she wasn’t getting out the right words, it wasn’t until her children came up, placing their hands on her back and giving her the support to make it through her speech. Not a little piece of the speech would ever feel like enough to explain how much he did for her and she hated that she couldn’t get it out.

The support was overwhelming, she didn’t know that there were even that many people they knew, but seeing the turnout really showed her just how many people were there for support and love and would always be here when she really needed them.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Ann was at home now, she had let everyone know that she was just going to go off grid for a little while and relax, and try and find peace with the way things had gone. There wasn’t a single moment when the world felt like it wasn’t closing in on her. The silence in her home was so deafening it was like no one was there and all she could do was try to shout into the void, unfortunately, the void didn’t like to answer her.

Ann spent a lot of time in bed, just trying to remember how to be a human. The grief had poured its way into every little piece of her body and mind. She felt empty, her home felt empty, and although she tried her best there was nothing that she could do in reality to find her footing. All that could be done was for her to let the grief wash through her and try and hold on as it took her.

“Unforgettable, that’s what you are…” Ann sighed softly as the music played, allowing tears to leak from her eyes as she thought about her husband, just how much she missed him, and how much she wished he had been here to dry her tears and remind her that he wasn’t far away. As quickly as she had the thought, she felt her tears drying up and the music getting a touch louder. He would always listen to this song a little louder than she liked, and in recent years, she really had assumed that he did it just to drive her batty. “I love you too.” She whispered into the night.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Ann had been spending so much time lately just trying to get everything around the home in a normal state, she didn’t realise just how much of their finances and taxes that her husband had been keeping up with. It was a little overwhelming to realise that she needed to do so much and she didn’t have his support to know how to do these things.

Finally, she felt like she had gotten a good amount of the work done, and she could see a clear path ahead of her. She could see the way her husband did everything and suddenly the path wasn’t as muddy. She actually began putting things together and when she sealed the envelope on the last item she needed to work with a satisfied smile came over her face.

She put the old vinyl record on, Nat King Cole beginning up. “Unforgettable…” This time she allowed herself a moment to dance, using their hardwood floors in such a familiar dance floor, moving in the steps she and her husband had danced so many times before. For a moment she could swear she felt his arms around her again, her head lulling forward slightly to rest on her husbands chest, and she could hear those same words. “I love you, Annie.”

[ernestoednrec]

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