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[oyatemolly]

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[elimoskowitzs-wife]

Hiii can you do headcannons for hawk and robby where reader breaks a bone and they help look after you and is just so much fluff and so sweet and just helps reader with the pain can you do she/her pronouns

Hope it's OK I know you do hawk but is it okay that you do robby aswell :)

Hello yes I'm completely fine I can do the headcannons on both hawk and robby if it's bad I'm really sorry as I haven't wrote for robby

Broken bone cobra kai headcannons hawk and robby

Warnings-fluff, broken bone, crying, medication, pain

Robby

When you fell out the tree playing hide and seek with your cousins he panicked when he gets a message your in hospital

You was sat in the waiting room your aunt and cousins was sat next to you

Your arm was a bruised and you was sat holding your wrist to keep your arm up

You was sat shaking crying in pain

Robby came in and saw you so panicked

'are you okay have you had a xray yet' robby panicked which brought a smile on your face

When you got called in for the xray you sat with your arm under the machine

Robby rapped his arm around your shoulders from your good side

You got given a sling and a splint the doctor putting them on you

Robby told you slings wasn't that bad from when he was in one

You got put on medication that you had to take every 4 hours

You was sat on the sofa hugging robby when your aunt came in with the medication you pretended to sleep

This boy made you take it he wasn't letting any refusal come past him

Everytime you winced in pain he'd hush you and sway you

When your falling asleep he will protect your arm from landing on it at all costs

He refuses anything to touch it

He comes to every physiotherapy session

Comes to every doctors appointment

And is so protective over you

Hawk

You was at the dojo sparring with a cobra when they kicked your ankle a bit too hard

You fell like a lamp and said you was fine

You couldn't put pressure on it but refused to show pain

Hawk saw you biting your lip from pain

When sensei Lawrence made you all put pressure on your supporting leg you couldn't and your leg buckled

Hawk ran to you and took you in the office when he saw your ankle

It was badly bruised and he pulled your gii leg up and saw the bruising

He lost his shit not knowing wether to help you or beat the shit out the cobra

He helped you walk out of the dojo and sat you in his car

His hand was resting on your thigh

You tried to put weight on it and couldn't

He would genuinely pick you up to stop you from putting weight on it

He'd wait for the xray to be done and wait for the results with you

When you got a boot put on he could tell you hated it

When you sat in the dojo because you couldn't do sports for 6-8 weeks he'd keep pretending to loose his breathe to sit with you

He would keep helping with everything

Overall he'd be so gentle even kissing you which is on the opposite side of your body he wouldn't go feral it would just be gentle and sweet kissing

He would put timers on for taking your medication and would force it down you

[directdogman]

When Madam Mediocre fell on Bunny, did he die or is he perpetually trapped underneath the machine since nobody cares to go get him?

Neither. Mingus mentions that he's alive and incapacitated. He broke most of the bones in his body and was in a full body cast for quite a while. Between his injuries healing and needing physiotherapy, God ended up in his seat for a whole year, don't forget.

[otmaaromanovas]

Vera Ignatievna Gedroits - the openly lesbian, first woman professor of surgery in Russia, who worked alongside the Romanovs

Princess Vera Ignatievna Gedroits was a doctor, surgeon, poet, and pioneer of medicine. Vera worked alongside Tsarina Alexandra and Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana Nikolaevna, working with the Red Cross to treat injured soldiers during the First World War. 

** content warning for mention of suicide **

Born as a Princess of royal Lithuanian descent in 1870 in Kyiv, Vera is thought to have developed an interest in medicine following the passing of her little brother Sergei during childhood. Vera later wrote under the pen name ‘Sergei Gedroits’ in honour of him. 

In 1892, Vera was arrested for participating in the Populist movement. Freed and undeterred, Vera was adamant to continue her medical studies. An open lesbian, Vera entered into a marriage of convenience with friend Nikolai Belozerov, permitting the obtaining of a new passport to travel, allowing her to pursue her dream of a medical career without the restriction of borders and her previous name being on police records. Despite their marriage being one of convenience, rather that romantic love, Vera and Nikolai were close friends, and stayed in contact through letters.

In 1903, Vera obtained the title of ‘female doctor’, but later that year attempted suicide. Vera’s mental health had declined due to an overwhelming personal family life, the death of her sister, exhausting workload, and breakup of a relationship with a lady in Switzerland. The following year, Vera had recovered, and the outbreak of the Russo-Japanese war led to her working in horse-drawn mobile hospitals. 

Working with wounded patients, Vera took detailed notes which allowed the making of the connection between injuries and the weapon used to inflict them. Interestingly, Vera did not shy away from abdominal operations, which was irregular due to previous thoughts that such injuries were ‘inoperable’. Often, patients with such injuries were refused surgery and were sadly left to pass away.

Following the War, Vera worked provincially, attending to 125,363 patients. This pioneering work was recognised by Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna in 1909, who invited Vera to take the position of Senior Court Physician. Vera was the first woman to serve as a physician in the Imperial Palace. Vera wrote ‘Conversations on Surgery for Sisters and Doctors’ to help the Palace understand the profession. Vera would eventually write 58 scientific papers. Vera earned a Doctorate of Surgery on May 11 1912, the first woman in the history of the University of Moscow to do so. 

Following the outbreak of the First World War, Vera helped to install physiotherapy equipment and X-ray machines in hospitals to aid recovery. Vera taught Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna and her daughters, Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana, medical work, and they assisted with operations. Vera worked alongside Imperial Physician Dr. Evgeny Botkin to help connect infirmaries to railways and supplies. Vera occasionally travelled to the front lines to help provide surgery directly at the scene, and in one case performed over 30 operations over a three day period. 

Vera is recorded as having little patience for the infamous Grigori Rasputin, with one source recording the shoving of Rasputin ‘into a corridor when he refused to get out’ of the way.

There are no records that suggest that the patients or the Romanovs objected to Vera's sexuality, though there was disapproval of her continuing to remain in Tsarskoe Selo to continue military surgery after the Revolution. If anything, she was renowned as one of the most capable and intelligent women of the era. Vera wore a surgeon's cap rather than the head coverings that nurses and Sisters of Mercy wore.

During the First World War, Vera met fellow nurse Countess Maria Dmitrievna Nirod-Mukhanova, a widowed maid-of-honour at the palace. The pair fell in love and started a relationship, which would last for the rest of Vera’s life. Maria had three children: Dmitri Feodorovich, Marina Feodorovna, and Feodor Feodorovich. The children knew about their mother's relationship with Vera, as they lived as a married couple whilst caring for and raising them. Some sources suggest that Vera and Maria had a marriage ceremony.

By the late 1920s, Vera was living with Maria, who worked as a surgeon, in Kyiv after the couple and Maria’s children escaped Revolution, taking refuge with monks. They spent eighteen years together. The pair lived as a married couple. In 1932, Vera passed away aged 61 after a diagnosis of uterine cancer. Maria continued Vera’s work by operating a pharmacy that provided free medicine to the poor. Maria passed away in 1965 aged 86. The above image is the only photo that has been attributed to her.

Vera defied all the social norms, becoming a pioneer of medicine and challenging traditions within the profession, saving thousands of lives in the process. Vera’s legacy lives on today.

SOURCES:

Hands that bring back to life. Vera Ignatievna Gedroits - surgeon and poet by V.G. Khokhlov

Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library

Wartime albums of Olga Nikolaevna and Tatiana Nikolaevna, Last Romanovs on Flickr

The Princess who Transformed War Medicine - BBC

Princess Vera Gedroits: military surgeon, poet, and author by J.D.C. Bennet

The Diary of Olga Romanov : Royal Witness to the Russian Revolution by Helen Azar

Tatiana Romanov, Daughter of the Last Tsar : Diaries and Letters, 1913-1918 by Helen Azar and Nicholas B.A. Nicholson

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[herosplatling-replica]

Sword Theft

General - RD Possession AU, 2707 words (part one)

[ Author's Note: i blacked out and before i knew it i wrote a second part to this. here you go ✌️ ]

The break room was dark, but quickly becoming a homey place. Jay paced back and forth as she added more things to the nest she was constructing, finally beginning to reach a point where she was almost satisfied.

The supervisor took a step back, exhaling as she surveyed her progress. Jay was pleased, but felt it perhaps needed more food. She leaned down to place a few snack bags of chips from the vending machine – someone had broken the glass right in in a fight from what she could tell – and winced at the sting in her shoulders.

She had been trying to ignore the dull pain in her back, but it was becoming more and more insistent, to her dismay.

Jay winced and sucked in her breath through her teeth, trying to shrug off the pain. It felt like there was something rooting around beneath her skin, culminating on the top of her shoulder blades. The pressure felt like when the wings on her head sprouted, and she didn’t like what it implied.

No, focus. This first. Jay shook their head, re-centering their thoughts.

She had been working on the nest, twisting blankets and spare lab coats into a weaving pattern. It had come along nicely, and Jay was pleased with it – but it was still missing something. She wanted to find stuff for her fledglings to defend themselves with if danger came around while she was away.

Weapons. They need weapons, he thought to himself. But what kind? They didn’t exactly have anything particularly dangerous in the hospital, save for-

Oh. The sword wielding duo.

Jay grinned and straightened herself back up, brushing her clawed hands on her pants. She already had snacks and drinks in there, so weapons for self defense was all she needed before she went to go find the interns and retrieved them.

Her back made a dull ring of pain in her shoulders again, and she bit the inside of her lip. Just stay focused. You can do that much, can’t you?

Jay just needed to find one of the two sword wielders, take their blade, and make it back here before anybody noticed. She supposed she should go to check their rooms, since she doubted they would be wandering around with them.

It’s smarter to do it before they hurt anyone with those swords…

Well, better to do it now than later!

The supervisor clapped her clawed hands together, hyping herself up. She doubted that any of the others would come across her nest while she was still preparing it, so it was fine to leave for now. Jay grinned as she stepped out of the break room and closed the door behind her, waiting for the click of the automatic lock to set in.

It locked behind her with a resounding chunk, and Jay sighed in relief. There wouldn’t be any intruders when she got back, hopefully.

From where she had begun making her new little refuge, there was the physiotherapy ward and the SVT ward between her and the sword duo’s room. Jay had a feeling that the others were like her by now, so she kept her guard up as she stepped into the lobby.

“Oh my god she stopped responding, why isn’t she responding?!” She could hear someone say. Jay peeked her head out into one of the halls, spotting Ian running into the plant room. She briefly considered stopping him, before remembering that the birds weren’t in the plant room anymore.

Well, she had more important things to take care of. That being sword theft.

Jay left Ian to it, and proceeded to make her way down the hall. She could see a few blurry shapes that she recognized by silhouette: Cole and Nicole, holding hands with purple growths on their bodies, the trio of kids, though they just seemed off, and, if she squinted, a shape that looked like Ada skipping down the hall with her yo-yo. She couldn’t tell for sure, and briefly regretted not grabbing her glasses.

Just have to play the cards I’m given at this point, Jay thought to herself. She continued to walk down the lobby hallway, half expecting to find the Janitor in one of his usual spots but feeling some strange relief to see he wasn’t there.

Maybe he’s safe. Hopefully he’s safe.

Jay blinked and shook her head. He wouldn’t have anything of value to the nest, so Jay should just keep moving before one of the patients in the hall lunged at her.

She gave Cole and Nicole a wide berth, her head wings spreading out to make herself look bigger. Nicole briefly looked up at her, the barista’s eyes glowing purple and glazed over – but she paid the supervisor no mind.

No point in attacking someone if they’re not actively a threat, Jay assumed. When she was far enough from the two in the hall, her wings settled down and folded back against her head.

The trio of kids were next to stand in her way, and the three of them stared up at her with eerily tight smiles. Now that she was a bit closer, Jay could spot a hazy purple halo behind their heads.

“Back off, no room for more in here,” her mouth moved on its own, and the kids laughed in synchronization that would’ve scared Jay more if it weren’t for the current situation.

“That’s too bad. It’s fun,” the three said at the same time.

“I’m fine, thanks. Go ruin someone else’s day with your ‘fun’.”

Jay picked up speed as she stepped past them, though she kept an eye on the kids until they were out of grabbing distance. She didn’t like the vibe they were putting off.

Just a bit further. Then you can find the others, and keep them safe.

The supervisor sighed to herself as she opened the door to Samurai and Insomniac’s room.

She was immediately met with Samurai, his head wreathed in a crown of purple flame. Jay balked for a second, before realizing he wasn’t moving. It seemed that he was possessed as well.

“Just getting something,” Jay murmured, stepping around him. The Samurai didn’t respond, just standing as still as a statue while the supervisor searched the room.

The possessed Samurai held his sword firmly in his hand – so Jay assumed he wouldn’t give it up without a fight. They were sure they’d lose if they tried right now, anyway. You’ll be a bigger threat later. Get the other sword while you can.

Jay bit the inside of her lip, stepping around him to search the room. She could feel a presence staring at her – likely whatever had Samurai in its clutches. She briefly thought about moving him elsewhere, before thinking better of it.

He’s too heavy to move, and he won’t cooperate. Stubborn thing.

She wasn’t sure where the thought came from, but decided it was better to listen to it. Jay stepped out into the zen garden, finding some dried purple blood – then Insomniac’s sword.

Jackpot.

The supervisor pulled it out of the ground, briefly looking around for the owner. As far as she could tell, Insomniac wasn’t here anyway. There was a smudge or two of blood on the edge of the sword – but nothing that a quick polishing couldn’t fix. Jay tested a swing with it, then held the blade in her dominant hand as she looked back towards the room.

Samurai was staring, watching her silently with those flames dancing above his head.

Creep.

Better not to head out that way anyway. Jay pulled her key card out of her pocket, looking for another way into the hospital from the zen garden. As far as she remembered, there was an alternate path or two.

When Jay looked back up, she saw that Samurai went back to staring at the door of his room. She made a quiet sigh, and went to fiddle with one of the other hospital entrances.

Thankfully, one of them sat open just a crack. She reached for the handle-

And now Jay was wet. She could feel her blood pressure rise as she grumbled, looking up at the ceiling. A bucket of water was tipped over at the top of the doorway, and elsewhere-

“Ohhhh, god, I can’t believe that worked! Pffft! The look on your face was priceless, Jay!”

Yep. Jay’s head wings shook the excess water off, the dampened feathers clinging to each other. The supervisor turned to find Ada, cackling madly as she clutched at her abdomen. Now she was going to have to preen them and wait for them to dry, and-

“Oh WHOA. What’s with the look, Jay? Are you feeling-”

“Don’t,” Jay ground out between her teeth-

“-a little UNDER THE FEATHER?” Paige laughed again, wiping a tear from her eye.

“EUGH.” Despite herself, Jay flapped her head wings threateningly at Ada, scattering droplets of water everywhere. She could see that the doctor had the same purple hue as everyone else in her eyes and her clown nose, so she was just like them. However, Jay found herself a bit annoyed by this. “Don’t you have anything better to do? Like keeping that troublemaker on a leash?”

“He’s fiiiiiine, he’s not gonna do anything bad,” Ada waved a hand at her, leaning to pick the bucket back up to refill it. “So the fun police’s here, huh?”

“SOMEBODY has to keep the rowdier bunch of you in line.”

“Boooooo. You should have more fun with things, you never get out anymore.”

What part of this is me, and what part of that is Ada anymore?

The brief feeling – one that felt like dissociation – passed before Jay could think on it further. She had to get back to work, now that she had the weapon for the fledglings to defend themselves if she wasn’t there.

“I have to get back. Don’t get yourself or your vessel killed, will you?” Jay groaned, using her free hand to wipe the water out of her face.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop being such a birden on you now-”

“That one’s not even funny, that one’s just shoving ‘bird’ in the-”

“You’re so hawkward! Jeez! Tough crowd. Toucan play at that game, you know-”

“GOODBYE,” Jay grumbled, stomping off. All she heard in response was Ada honking her clown nose, giggling as she started to set up the bucket over the door again.

Shouldn’t we be more concerned? That’s two of the staff, now-

No, it’s fine. They can have their fun, it doesn’t matter.

Jay bit the inside of her lip, speeding up to head back to the break room. The others out there, they’re more than capable of being hostile. So, it’s up to us to get something safer set up.

Jay’s head felt hazy, but she kept moving. She could catch glimpses of herself in the glass as she passed by the patient rooms, every time feeling slightly off-put by the glow in her eyes. Is that what she looked like? Or was it the concussion?

She tried not to dwell on it.

Eventually she made it back to the break room, having more or less completed a lap around the hospital. She could hear people screaming, others laughing, the whole place in an uproar – but it was fine. She just needed to get this done, and then the next step can start.

Her back ached again, this time a little more insistently. Jay groaned, swiping her keycard through the break room scanner. It unlocked, and she stepped inside.

But then-

“AAH! Wait- Wait, Jay it’s-”

She blinked, and suddenly found herself standing over Ian, the radiologist covering his head as she held the sword in the air. What was I-

She was in the break room. Apparently she hounded Ian into the corner of the room, and he was on the floor fearing for his life.

“Why are you intruding on the nest?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I-Is that what that is?! Why did you-”

“WHY.”

“Eep! I-I was just looking for you, and I lost Ada along the way somewhere, and… and the hospital, everything’s going to hell-”

This one’s not a threat, Jay thought, and backed up, leaving Ian to collapse against the wall heaving to catch his breath. She frowned to herself, trying to find a good spot to put the sword in the nest.

“What happened to you? Are those… real?” She heard Ian ask, shaking like a leaf against the break room wall.

As if to answer him without saying anything, she flapped her head wings once. Ian made a startled noise, and pressed further into the wall.

It’s kind of funny to mess with him, though. I’m finally being taken seriously.

A quiet part of her thoughts told Jay to be nice, but that was quickly set aside when she found a good enough spot. The supervisor held the sword out in front of her with both hands, before burying the point into a corner of the nest that was further away from the door.

“Good enough,” she murmured to herself.

“Jay, look at me-”

She did, and Ian made another startled yelp as she turned her head with her head wings fanned out. “What?”

“I-I… I, um-”

“I’m not going to attack you,” she sighed. “Yet, anyway.”

“Yet?!”

“You’re clean. You’re not a threat. You’re… a doctor, more or less,” Jay mumbled, straightening her spine to loom over him. “Right now, you’re the best shot they have. So, no, I’m not attacking you yet.”

“I don’t th-think that’s as comforting as you think it is,” Ian wheezed out.

Jay grinned in response, the action making Ian sweat. “Trust me, it’s good for now. You can fix all of them, right?”

“I-I… I’m talking to Jay, right?”

That gave her pause. “I- yes. The intern that worked with you, you are speaking to her.”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“Look, just get to work. They’re going to find you otherwise,” Jay mumbled, reaching for the door again. That got Ian to protest.

“W-wait! Where are you going?! You’re- you’re not going back out there, are you?”

“Huh? Why wouldn’t I go out there?” She turned back to look at him, not missing the way he flinched. “Aren’t you worried about the fledglings?”

“The- the what?”

“Ugh, I have to be so literal here- the interns, the others?”

“I’m gonna be honest with you Jay, I’ve been running for my life the past 15 minutes,” Ian wheezed, dragging a hand down his face.

The supervisor clicked her tongue at that, which startled Ian. “You’re hopeless sometimes. Go, in the nest, there’s food there. Recover, then get back to it.”

“To- wait, you want me to sit in the..?”

Jay simply shot him a glare, her damp feathers shaking one more time. Ian swallowed thickly and nodded, carefully standing before stepping into the nest.

“Where did you get all of-”

“Good, you CAN follow orders. Stay put. Or don’t, if you feel lucky risking it out here. I’m more worried about the others. I’m sure you can take care of yourself, mm?” She twisted the doorknob, nudging the heavy door open with her foot.

Her back stung again – sharper this time – as she turned back to look at the radiologist, and she didn’t miss the look of horror spreading across his face.

“Jay. Jay, your-”

“See you,” she grinned, shutting the door behind her before he could blubber on about anything else.

Now that that was finished, she could get to the next step of her plan.

She had to find the others.

____________________________

Ian panted as he dug through the nest’s contents, trying to find anything that could potentially help his situation. There was just- just rags and blankets everywhere, discarded trinkets, bags of snack food, bottles of water. Nothing that could help with fending off the possessed, minus the sword that Jay apparently stole.

“Whyyyyy did I have to come into work today?” he groaned into his hands, pressing them into his face.

“Hey! Why so glum, chum?” Ada’s distorted voice rung out, and he opened his eyes to find his coworker’s yo-yo spinning in front of him.

Great.

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[leaveharmony]

I get a free preview of my personalized hell every time it’s country music day at physiotherapy, and I spend fifteen minutes hooked up to a machine I cannot disentangle myself from, being forced to listen to five identical jackasses in a row singing about trucks and beer and women on a saturday night

[ayjadasblogforeverything]

catch-up tag!

@deneb-al-giedi tagged me, thank you!

fav colour: yelloooooooowww! (and I also really like green, especially for clothing, even though I don't have anything in proper green right now)

last fun activity: just now playing the piano, but yesterday evening playing a game with my parents, and a couple of days ago going to the pride together with d!

song stuck in my head: nothing completely but then also 5 modern church songs (they are ideal to practice playing a melody with accompaniment), night book and lady labyrinth by ludovico einaudi and for whatever reason, haven't listened to it in ages, rondò veneziano by rondò veneziano. it's like someone is playing randomly with the frequency control of my internal radio

fav food: yes. who has a clear answer to that?? i still love red cabbage with bohemian dumplings. but i also love salads and sushi and korean fried chicken and falafel-döner and curries and.

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet or savory! spicy can be nice as well, but i want a perfect amount of it that is hard to hit, too little and it's boring, too much and it just hurts.

last thing I googled: Katastrophenschutz (disaster management - perhaps they are looking for a mathematician? spoiler: they are not.)

current obsession: word of honor, but i feel like that might be slowly petering out TT_TT apart from that, i have short bursts of passion for mathy topics that i want to learn more about, like

optimization (it's useful! i love when you can optimize shit without machine learning! i hated it before!),

machine learning (easier to get a job with! and the theory is actually interesting!) and

geometric group theory (my long term love affair! it can be pretty! look at all those symmetries!)

but i very rarely act on it :(

something you're looking forward to: uh. a job? (okay, having money.) right now, i am also looking forward to physiotherapy, i am always curious what she comes up with next.

i am tagging @sirenofthegreenbanks, @apprenticesofdeweyhigh and @striving4mikey, if you are feeling up to it!

[ronastudies]

january 5, 2024 // omnia vincit aequatio challenge day 2

Started the day with a physiotherapy appointment (taking care of myself, check), finished some things I had been putting off for weeks and ran some errands (being productive, check).

While waiting for my roommates in town, I finally got myself a local library card after not having been able to go there during opening hours for a while. Discovered it is actually a quite spacious institution with nice nooks and corners to just sit down and read or study or work or think about the great questions of humanity. It also offers a comforting sense of non-academia, the books have little colorful labels and are sorted by authors' last names. Downstairs, you can find a coffee machine and they let you eat and drink everywhere. It is all very peaceful and non-pretentious and lovely.

Went browsing the stores with two of my roommates to buy a gift for another roommate. Ended up buying nibs and ink and those neat little holders with swirly patterns. Got black tea with milk and tapioka on the way home while it got dark outside. Spent the night practicing calligraphy and handwriting while listening to classical music on the mid-century radio cabinet we have in our living room. Fantastic.

Overall the balance did lean a little too far on the art and enjoyment side today. However, others are partying on Friday nights and hence losing all of Saturday morning, too, so I am letting this one slide for today.

[raitrolling]

Long Black Night, Morning Frost

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Mikiel did not know how - or when - he ended up in the hospital. But, judging by all the cords and drips has been hooked up to, his arm in a cast, and a fresh set of fangs poking out of his gums where the old broken teeth had been removed, it would have to have been multiple nights spent unconscious at most. 

He also did not know how long he stayed in that hospital. Time felt like an illusion, in and out of consciousness and operating theatres and x-ray machines, staring at different ceilings depending on the room he’d been left in, seeing revolving doors of nurses checking beeping machines and administering painkillers and saying things that went in one ear and out the other. Occasionally being spoon fed yoghurt and jelly, and finding just the act of moving his jaw and swallowing to be a struggle.

Ginger visited once, he thinks, maybe twice, even. He recalled their low, dry tone of voice, but didn’t remember when they had said to him. He wasn’t even sure if he spoke back.

He was, by all metrics, absolutely exhausted. 

Another week, and the hospital staff deemed him well enough to be discharged. He still had a couple future visits booked, and physiotherapy sessions to attend as well.

His broken elbow was expected to make a full recovery, as were his ribs. That was the only good news he had received.

The fae’s jaws had torn a few muscles in his leg while he was caught in their jaws. The hospital had provided him with a medical cane to help assist with walking during the recovery phase, as pushing himself too far could result in much more permanent damage. He was forced to take time off work too, as a result.

His psiionics, on the other hand…

Mikiel was not accustomed to feeling the warm outdoor air as he was escorted out of the hospital and into the chauffeured car that would take him home. It was… Uncomfortable, sticky with humidity that would typically have been neutralised by his own power.

The doctors had to neutralise his cryokinesis, he was told, as the overdose on stimulants had pushed his psiionics far beyond their limits to the point where he could have either burned them out completely or caused them to break down into further instability. The former could have been dealt with, but the latter would’ve put him at a risk for culling. 

Supposedly, the Mantle of Pestilence had declared to the staff that he needed to survive no matter what. That was likely the only thing that saved him from an untimely fate. 

His power would return to him slowly as his body recovers, but he was warned that he may still experience psiionic instability if he were to use them too much. Had he been told that last sweep, he wouldn’t have cared. But now, right as he’d been accepting his cryokinesis, learning to tame the beast and make it his own, he was back where he started with nothing he could do about it.

It was frustrating. He wanted to scream, but he could not waste the energy on something so pointless. 

He fumbled for his keys as he reached the door to his apartment, resting against the wall to keep himself steady. He only had one functioning arm while the other was in a sling, meaning that the cane was practically useless if he ever needed to pick something up. He cursed as his hand struggled to grasp the keys in his pocket, feeling the dull ache shoot up his arm while his fingers curled around the metal.

His blackened fingers and ice-blue lightning scars on his arms served as a reminder of his ultimate failure. 

The doctor had told him plain and simple: The nerve endings in his fingers were dead, burnt out from the strain of his psiionics. For the rest of his life, he’ll struggle with most fine motor functions, and experience frequent numbness and pain. At first, he didn’t care, he was too tired to think too much of it, and he knew that he would have done anything for his moirail no matter what happened to his body.

He still would, he thinks. Thrixe meant everything to him. Yet…

As he hobbled his way into his apartment, the first thing he laid his eyes upon was his violin, sitting in its stand next to the TV unit where he hadn’t touched it for perigees, perhaps even over a sweep. 

He hated that thing. He’d tried to learn how to play and given up over and over, knowing he could never be perfect, and knowing he would never achieve any feats with his music when violinists of centuries past had already created every song worth playing. It had always felt pointless to even attempt, but foolishly, he would still pick up the instrument and try again.

Now, there truly was no point. His hands would never be able to hold it steady again.

Mikiel scoffed as he cast his gaze away from the wretched instrument, and slowly lowered himself down onto the couch. He propped the cane against the arm of the couch and the wall, and stared straight ahead. 

Aside from the rumbling of his neighbour’s excessively loud music, the apartment was still. The blueblood had nothing to do with himself but think. 

No returning to work until his bones and his leg had fully healed. No strenuous exercise, meaning no ice skating like he had returned to practising prior to his moirail’s disappearance. No solid foods until his teeth had finished growing back. No trips to restaurants or music performances on his own, as his current injuries could make him a target for other highbloods looking for an easy cull.

He did not know when Thrixe will return. Or Ginger too, for that matter. He recalls hearing that they would be busy as well. Cleaning up all the damage he had caused to the fae realms.

There was only…

No, he couldn’t. 

How the fuck was he supposed to tell Lyvere about what happened to him?

He knows what his friend is like. How… Frightened, he looked whenever he’d noticed Mikiel’s previous injuries from when he was enslaved by the Red Scarves. All the moments of hesitation the other blueblood experienced, rightfully afraid that he could get snapped at if he expressed too much concern. Worried that each time he saw Mikiel may very well be his last. Lyvere didn’t know what to think about his work at Gaia, either. It was just as unknown and dangerous as the gang.

Mikiel did not want to see that worried expression on his friend’s face again. He did not - could not - want to make the other blueblood suffer because of what he had done to himself. What he made the choice to do, as he had not considered Lyvere’s feelings until the moments before he thought he was dying. Because he was afraid that they would hold him back, and he would not have been able to accomplish what he did if there was any doubt clouding his mind. 

It was a weight tying them both down, one that Lyvere surely had already noticed but had been electing to ignore for some reason. He knew Mikiel was dangerous for the beginning. 

It would be for the best, then. For him to not contact his friend again. To let him think that his last text was the end. 

Yet, as he made that decision, he felt a hollow ache in his chest. Not caused by the cracks in his ribs that ached whenever he moved too much or breathed too heavily, but…

Mikiel shook his head, then reached for the remote to turn on the television. He didn’t want to think about it.