#she had surgery on her leg ❤️‍🩹...

[stlamb]

the antique wind-up musical lamb someone gave me for valentines day ❦

[mvltisstuff]

Hi, i hope you’re doing well! 🫶

I was wondering if you could write a fic with Evan Buckley x reader where she gets caught up in the car accident of 4x09 (blindsided) like Albert was and is in a wheelchair due to it and buck helps her with her physical therapy recovery etc. Lots of angst, anger, heartbreak but also fluff pls. (If possible) 🫶🤍

thank you!! ❤️‍🩹

medicine - e.b

summary: request :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i got this request too, so i decided to combine the two, hope that’s ok 🩶

the accident had severely limited y/n’s mobility. a spinal injury left her ridden to a wheelchair, unsure if she’d be able to ever move the way she was before. the constant back and forth to doctors appointments and several surgeries after the collision had completely blew out the flame in her mind, leaving only ash and a lack of hope.

buck tries to be there, but it brings him back to his own accident. the fire engine laying on top of him, not being able to move without feeling excruciating pain. he was intolerable afterwards. he went as far as suing the city to get back to his job. he could imagine how y/n was feeling, but he couldn’t fully understand. pushing herself would only make it worse, but she couldn’t stop. every single day was an active fight against her own body, the body she felt was betraying her.

she relives the moment the cars clashed together the whole day. a lot of people might force it out of their mind, but she made sure she remembered all the small details of it. the pain, the thoughts, the sirens, the broken car pieces. the worst part about it was having zero answers to her end result. it was bad, there was no denying that. she couldn’t walk on her own, let alone stand up by herself and successfully hold herself. so, she relied on buck.

he helped her move, wheeled her around, took her to her appointments, and told her not to worry about work. she was born to be a first responder. she’s been dreaming about it since she hit middle school, knowing exactly what she wants to do. she felt like she was drowning in a pit of people who needed to be saved. alas, she couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“y/n, c’mon, you have to eat,” buck tries to coerce her into a few bites, but she just pushes them around in the food box. he wanted to help her so bad, to give her the world, but she couldn’t accept it in the state she was in. she saw the pity looks from everyone, knowing that it wasn’t her fault this happened to her. “listen, i get it-“

“you do, buck? you think you understand but it’s completely different.”

“honey, just hear me out for a minute. you saw me at my worst. blood clots and surgeries and all.”

“i cannot stand up on my own. i cannot drive my car. i cannot shower. i cannot leave my apartment without someone pushing me out of it. i cannot use the fucking bathroom. this is not at all the same.”

“i’m not going to let you ruin yourself the way i almost did,” he looks her dead in the eye, trying to give her a slice of reality through the grief and panic she’s feeling.

“yeah, you just abandoned everyone you love so you could go back to work,” her words sting in bucks chest, mentioning his worst regrets. the way he acted during that time was nothing but sadness for himself. buck excused himself, y/n wishing she could do the same but she was confined on the first floor. he shut the bathroom door lightly behind him. his hands were pressed against his face, pushing the tears in his eyes back so y/n didn’t see him cry.

maybe it’s just a bad day, he thought. he prayed it was just a bad day. and he prayed that the rest of their days wouldn’t be bad ones as well.

it was weeks after weeks that y/n had been fighting this battle toward improvement. it felt like everything she did was one step forward and two steps back. was it really worth it?

losing the movement of your legs was almost equal to losing someone. you rely on someone forever, for them to just vanish in the blink of an eye. before you can even think and certainly before you can say goodbye. nothing can prepare you for the grief of either of these situations.

even on days that buck had to return to work, carla had come over. she was driving y/n places, taking her out and picking up her prescriptions. physical therapy had been paying off, the exercises and treatments they’d done had been regaining her strength quickly.

“when can i get back to work?”

“y/n, we spoke about this,” her doctor said. they’d talked about how she wouldn’t be back for a long time, needing to completely heal before she returned. if she returned. she shook her head and looked down. “you have to give your body time.”

“it’s had time. it’s been months and months of waiting and i’m finally starting to make some advances.”

“you are, but healing from an injury this severe is going to take a long time. spinal injuries are insanely serious and you have to treat it like that.”

the drive home was silent. she made no attempts to speak to the kind-hearted woman in the drivers seat. helping her in and out of her chair, she sat on the couch and sat there, looking at the walls of her apartment with buck. when he finally arrived home after his shift, he spotted her on the couch.

“hey,” he says, placing his stuff down on the counter. “how was your day?” she doesn’t reply, so he waits a few seconds.

“i cant go back to work for a long time.”

“i know.”

“i cannot do this, buck. i need my job,” buck moves over to crouch in front of her, sitting on the table in front of the couch.

“y/n, you have so much stuff in your life that will give you a meaning. you will never be defined by your physical abilities. this is not your fault.”

“it is completely my fault!” her eyes water. “i build my strength up every day for nothing in return! i haven’t pushed myself but it’s not getting me any further and i am worth nothing if i can’t handle this.”

bucks heart breaks at each word escaping from her lips. her beautiful soul had been picked at and teased by her own body, and it felt like the world was laughing at her. everyone looked at her the same. if not in a better light. he wanted her to know that she still shines, even if she’s in a wheelchair.

“i’ve been trying so hard and it will never be enough, will it?”

“look at me, right now,” buck forces. “you will forever be enough. i know they say time heals all wounds but forget that shit, ok? you will always be healing from this. it’s a matter of what stage your healing in. you’re not taking too long. you have your whole life waiting for you, and you are enough.”

“no,” she peeps out, shaking her head in his hands. he nods in response.

“yes. yes, baby, you are enough.”

“buck, stop,” she tries to pick his hands away from her.

“you are enough,” he replies. “and i’m not stopping until you believe it.”

her wet eyes physically cannot pull them away from his own, seeing nothing but pure love and admiration for her reflecting in them. she leans forward, not being able to help herself from the urge she feels to kiss him.

“i’m so sorry, buck. i’m so, so sorry, i put you through hell, and oh my god,” she’s hyperventilating her words out, worrying buck as he tries anything to calm her down. “oh my god, this fucking sucks.”

“i know, just breathe,” he sits next to her, pulling her in and swinging her legs over his. “honey, you have to breathe for me, ok?”

she staples her eyes on his, locking them and not moving until she calms down. her heartbeat begins to slow again, and her choppy inhales start to fall back into a normal rhythm.

“i love you so much,” she speaks out softly to him while playing with his fingers.

“i love you no matter what, y/n,” he replies. “and my heart will never stop beating for you.”

the night sky had rolled in, and the noise outside had quieted to a few cars on the highway now and then. for the first time since before her accident, y/n felt safe, and finally was feeling enough.

[tamerajedwards]

Sunday morning blog- update on Mom 5-28-22

It is Memorial weekend and I wish we were out placing flowers on the gravesides of our loved ones, including working on Dads headstone but life took a different turn.

It is day 7 of Moms recovery ❤️‍🩹. She became septic (that’s when infection enters the bloodstream from a given location in your body and travels everywhere and could damage or shut down your organs and even cause death ) and we aren’t sure which infection caused it but the doctor is leaning towards her ear infection. Btw if your loved one ever seems confused take them to the doctor immediately because it could be an infection.

Mom is settled into Parkridge Care/rehab Center in Pleasant Hill. It’s just a couple of blocks from my place. She has a sweet little old lady roommate named Ruby who is very kind and I found her sitting with a bag of almond joy candy bars in her lap when we arrived. She was hunched over and making noises half asleep as we brought mom in. I thought oh dear.. but to my surprise she perked up and started talking to my sister and I and is smart and coherent as a whip. She is a great roommate for mom and looks after her. We love 💕 her already and look after her too. She loves looking out at the birds all day long.

Mom was not fond about being here but she is still very very weak and needs cared for including feeding. She doesn’t eat much and pushes the fork away when I try to feed her although she does love 💕 orange 🍊 juice and milk! Her vitals are good. She has asked if we called her sister Diane to wish her happy birthday and I had to let her know that Diane is in heaven with her parents. The confusion is still there. When sepsis hits the brain and organs this can happen ugh BUT we are believing God will get us through this. He is faithful! She made it through two heart surgeries and now this so I know she’ll pull through. She’s a stubborn lady with great determination! She loves God and has a family who loves her deeply!

My sister Danny is a saint! She is with mom most of the time and I take 4-6 hour shifts when I can. I’m running between mom and helping out with my grand kids and the odd jobs I hold down.

I am grateful for the Mercy Hospital staff as well as the Parkridge staff who have taken amazing care of our mother. We would be lost without all of them.

I put my massage therapy skills to use and brought lotion in to massage her legs this morning. I did that for my grandmother when she was in hospital. Physical touch is so extremely important.

Times like this remind me of how short and precious life is. When I leave a hospital or care facility I open the door and walk into the sunshine 🌞 thanking God that in still young enough to feel good, enjoy life, run and play. But I’m reminded that not too far off in the future this will be me. I can only pray that people will be there for me when I’m old and ailing ready to depart this world and meet my Savior. The journey isn’t easy but God promises us grace all the way through. Be blessed my friends. I love you all. Thank you for the continued prayers. Xo T ❤️

[draconic-ichor]

Human oc 'Sola' or whateveryou wanna name her/ karl

I had emergency surgery after a herniated discharge paralyzed me. I am kinda depressed and want some ansty fluff with a extra side of fluff ;)

Can you write a fic of him taking care of oc and dealing with the hospital. Please and thank you.

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Oh no! I’m sorry you’re in the hospital 3:

I hope they are getting everything fixed and you are healing ❤️‍🩹

I don’t usually like writing other’s ocs because I don’t know their inner thoughts or the like. But you aren’t doing well and if this will help you then I’ll try!

Little hospital dabble:

Sola oc is not mine, but I hope I did her justice

Warning: strong language, sexual themes, mild mentions of physical trauma, slight medical gore

She lay back in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling. The smells turning her stomach worse than the medications,linking the sterility to bad memories.

She huffed out, boredom setting in now that the worse was over. The four pale walls almost feeling claustrophobic.

All Sola could remember was a terrible pain ripping through her insides, like something tearing away from where it was needed. The pain was wet and heavy, making her legs fall out from under her and her vision go black.

Then she was here, with strangers prodding her and shoving pills down her throat. Her hands drifted down her midsection, thick staples holding her together now while a small tube syphoned off unneeded fluid.

She swallowed thickly, hating this: feeling weak and vulnerable, unable to escape for all the machines hooked up to her.

A commotion in the hallway drew her attention. Sola listened intently, eager for a distraction.

A gruff voice argued with the nurses, the staff trying to sush him and heard him away. As the voices got closer Sola bit her lip to keep from giggling. She knew exactly who was giving the hospital such a hard time.

Just then the man himself burst in the room, looking aggravated. As soon as he saw her, however, he seemed to visibly soften.

Heisenberg came to the bedside, kneeling down and extending a gloved hand.

Sola knew how much he despised hospitals, so his presence alone was comforting.

“How are you doing buttercup?” He asked, taking her hand in his own, his hold on her gentle and worried.

“I’ll live.” She shrugged, then added, “Ready to be out of here.”

“They won’t let me take you away.” He admitted, gesturing to the commotion that happened in the hall, “Those nurses really chewed me out for suggesting it.”

A smile tugged on her lips, just imagining the exchange.

“I could try to float the bed out the window.” His face split toothily making her giggle.

“I better stay..” Sola squeezed his hand, “Will you? For a little bit at least.”

“Sure.” Heisenberg nodded, but added cheekily, “But you’ll have to make it up to me after your insides aren’t fucked.”

“I’m in the hospital bed and have to make things up to you!” Sola lay back, voice thick with mock appall.

“I mean, we could wreak your insides a different way.” He winked.

“You’re terrible!” She laughed.

The sound made him smile, happy to see her on the mend.