#she was having knee problems (old knee surgery)

[torturedtypewritersdept]

blue eyes + bruises - part eight

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

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Your fingers danced across the black leather bound table that you laid on, the pitter patter of your fingernails could be heard from the hallway, that much you were sure of. Hannah, your favorite physical therapist and friend, worked diligently, massaging your hips and working her way down to your knee repeating the same actions. This was the warm up for every appointment, stimulating the muscles and helping them loosen up. 

“Where’s Rafe today?” 

She asked, bringing you out of your relaxed bliss. 

“He’s in surgery, some kind of ligament repair.” 

You responded, not pretending to know the technical jargon he had spat out earlier in the morning. She nodded in response. 

“How’s this feeling?” 

She questioned, pressing her fingertips a little deeper into the skin around your kneecap as she worked tirelessly to massage the muscles. 

“It hurts a little.” 

You replied through clenched teeth. She stopped her actions, removing the gloves from her hands and helping you sit up, legs hanging off the table. 

“Let’s try to do your standing balance exercises, three times on each leg for thirty seconds.” 

You nodded, gently sliding off the table and moving to stand on your good leg. You balanced for the allotted thirty seconds, doing your best not to grip the table that you stood parallel to. Once the timer went off, you switched legs and restarted it, the seconds counting down once again. At the twenty second mark, your kneecap went backwards, the stress of your weight causing it to buckle underneath you. It was quick – so quick in fact, that you hadn’t even realized what happened until you were on the ground clutching your knee to your chest. Hannah was beside you on the floor in less than a minute. You watched as she tucked her shoulder length chestnut colored hair behind her ears and called another therapist over to help lift you back on to the table. 

“y/n, are you alright?” 

The tears in your eyes clearly told her that you weren’t and she was worried. 

“What hurts, sweetheart?” 

She asked, laying her hand on your forehead to get your attention, but also to let you know she was here for you. Your eyes opened only slightly and you tried to turn toward her, a wince dancing across your features. 

“Just hurts, Hannah.” 

“Where’s it hurt, y/n?” 

She questioned with intent, needing to know the source of the problem before she alerted Rafe that something was wrong. 

“My knee.” 

You croaked out, your throat fought against the words as they came out, creating an assault on your vocal cords. You sounded much like a bullfrog. ‘Shit’, she thought, grabbing the walkie-talkie from her pants where it was clipped onto her belt loop and speaking into it. 

“Can someone give me the whereabouts of Dr. Cameron?” 

A voice you recognized as Jenni spoke back. 

“He’s in OR 2, finishing up on a compound femur fracture with an ACL repair.”

Hannah nodded, holding her breath before she spoke again, thanking the nurse before putting the walkie down and calling the operating room Rafe was in. It rang three times before Jenni, who was Rafe’s scrub nurse, picked up the phone. 

“Jenni, how long is he going to be?” 

She asked the nurse on the other end of the phone. 

“He just finished up. What’s wrong? Do you need to talk to him?” 

“Yes – it’s y/n.” 

“Dr. Cameron, Hannah down in pt needs to speak to you about your girl.” 

Rafe stood in the scrub room, delicately coating his fingers with soap and scrubbing them as he was taught to so many years ago. It had become second nature in the same way that loving you had. As his brain registered the words of his scrub nurse, the hair on the back of his neck stood – something was wrong. He finished washing his hands quickly and he walked at a fast pace, his long legs approaching the wall the phone hung on and taking it from the nurse, giving her a forced smile. 

“Hannah? What’s the matter? Is my sweet girl okay?” 

His tone was coated with urgency, a call he got in an operating room the day Molly died at the forefront of his brain. Him knowing that you weren’t her, this time, simply wasn’t enough and he could hear his heartbeat quicken as he waited for her reply; the beating of his chest like drums pounding against his ears. 

“Don’t freak out, just yet. I need your doctor skills, not your boyfriend ones. She fell doing some balance exercises and she’s complaining of knee pain at a seven on the scale. Do you want me to send her to get images before you come up?” 

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he waited to hear the news of your fate. A knee injury he could fix, but your heart not beating he couldn’t and he knew that. 

“If she’s saying seven, she means nine — How did she fall?” 

He finally responded with a simple question, but Hannah knew that for an orthopedic surgeon that question was everything, that question told a story. 

“I had her do the standing balance exercises where she stands on each leg for thirty seconds and when she stood on her surgery leg it collapsed underneath her.” 

Rafe sucked in a deep breath, remembering the torn ACL behind your kneecap that still needed surgery. He hated the idea of stripping you of the little bit of independence you had gained almost as much as you did, but he knew eventually it would have to be done. 

“Yeah, have Jenni take her for imaging; mri and x-ray; possibly a ct if those don’t show anything – but use that as a last resort. She had a torn acl from the accident that hasn’t been repaired. The physical therapy has helped her gain mobility in her hips but I'm sure it’s made the knee angry. Do me a favor and don’t spook her with it yet, let me look over all the imaging before we talk to her about it. I want to make sure surgery is even necessary before we scare her half to death.” 

“Okay, will do, doc.” 

She responded. 

“One more thing before you go – will you facetime me off of her phone. I just need to see her for a moment.” 

His heavy exhale let her know that he did indeed need to see you, if only for a brief minute. His anxiety was likely making him spiral, it was likely making him think about Molly; placing you in the same position she was in, yet again or placing his mind in a distant memory of her – a time when he couldn’t be there, just like he was unable to in this current moment. 

“She’s okay, Rafe. You got it, give me just a minute, alright?” 

“Yeah, no worries. Take your time.” 

He said as he hung up the phone, swallowing thickly and wiping away the tiny tears from the corners of his eyes. He paced in the scrub room, back and forth in front of the sink, his thoughts overcoming him. He began to think back to the day just a few short months ago – the first time he saw you; bruised, beaten, and bloody, more bones broken than not. He thought about you laying there, unable to breathe on your own as he kissed your hands in the same way he kissed hers when she was in the same position. Rafe stood with his hands against the sink, leaning over it, realizing that you were like her in more ways than he was comfortable with and the only thing that set you apart from her was the fact that you were alive and she wasn’t. Rafe halted his pace, leaning over the sink with his hands against the metal and after a brief moment, he ripped the scrub cap he was wearing off of his head, chucking it at the wall. He took out his cell phone from the back pocket of his pale blue scrubs and scrolled until he found her contact – a photo of his arms wrapped around her from behind at a party from when they were sixteen. He remembered that night vividly; it was the night they kissed for the first time and though he was a world away from backwards caps and college plans, he still smiled at seeing her like that, happy and carefree and in love. Her blonde hair had made its home against her face from the wind of the water and as Rafe closed his eyes and held his phone to his chest he could still see her, just like that. He wished for a moment that she was still here and that he didn’t have to remember her in only fractures of broken memories, he wished for a moment that she was you. He quickly pushed his thoughts aside, dialing Molly’s number. Oftentimes, when things had become too much after her passing on from this life into the next, Rafe called her with no other expectation other than listening to the sound of her sweet voice on the other end of the line. Today, however, was different. He needed to tell her about you, even though he was ninety-percent sure she was the one who brought the two of you together, he needed to be the one to tell her that he wasn’t hopeless anymore and he wasn’t alone and that he was okay and he needed to tell her that he loved her. The line rang and rang until he got her voicemail – “hey this is Molly, sorry I missed you but I'm probably doing something fun! Leave me some words if ya can and i’ll get back to you soon.” Her sing-song voice penetrated his ears and suddenly he was no longer twenty-eight. Instead, he was nineteen watching her sing bon jovi at the top of her lungs in a college town, hole in the wall, bar. He was smiling at her and for a brief moment he forgot that she was gone. Rafe hung up, dialing it again and again and again four times before he decided to speak into her voicemail box. His cheeks were soaked with tears, his lips trembling and at the sound of the beep, he spoke. 

“Moll – baby, shit. I fucking miss you. If you were here, things would be so different. But you’re not and I can feel myself pulling away from your memory, from our marriage – Moll, I met someone and she’s good and she’s pure and she’s perfect and she’s so much like you and yet, so different. Sarah set us up, can you believe that? I know if you were here you’d be friends.” 

For a brief moment, Rafe breathed into the phone, somehow expecting her to pick up, to breathe back, to tell him it was okay. Yet, somehow without the confirmation of her words, he knew it was, he felt her telling him that it was even a world apart.

“Moll – I don't want to ruin this thing with her, baby. So, this will be my last call. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I’m sorry. I should’ve done so many things differently. But, I’m happy, Molly. For the first time since you left, I’m happy and I think I gotta hold onto that, isn’t that what you always told me, sweetheart?”

A beep infiltrated Rafe’s ears and he pulled the phone down, glancing at the screen – incoming facetime sweet girl – displayed across it. He wiped his eyes and straightened his shoulders as he dragged his fingers across the screen and your sweet face appeared in front of him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Hannah said you were feeling pretty bad?” 

His eyes softened as he took in your form, one of the many t-shirts of his that he had given you draped over your chest and your eyes were bloodshot; you had been crying. 

“I’m okay, Rafe, baby, don’t worry.” 

You choked out the words. 

“You’re gonna have to get better at trying to fool me, baby girl. I can tell you’ve been crying.” 

You swallowed thickly, looking up at Jenni as she pushed you toward the x-ray room in a wheelchair. Your leg was propped up and laid out straight in front of you with a bag of ice on top of it. 

“I’m just worried this means more surgery.” 

You responded and it was like Rafe could see the wheels spinning in your brain, which he needed to put a stop too. He wasn’t about to let you spiral the way that he had only moments ago. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself yet, baby. We’ll look over the tests once they’re done and figure out what’s wrong.” 

You felt numb, a feeling of dread looming over you. Rafe felt it too. 

“I guess it pays to have a doctor boyfriend, huh?” 

You chuckled lightly as the words left your mouth. 

“It does indeed, pretty girl.” 

He replied, a boyish grin displayed heavily on his lips. The only thing you could do was stare at him in all his glory and admire how beautifully and perfectly sculpted he was. 

“Okay, Rafe, she’s gotta go, we're in the radiography department.” 

Jenni’s words brought the both of you out of the bliss of each other’s company. 

“Okay, pretty girl, it’s time to go. I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

“Okay, Rafe.” 

He watched your shoulders droop and he could almost feel the anxiety through the phone as it rattled through your chest and your eyes met your hands. 

“Hey, baby girl – look at me.” 

You obliged, your eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones. 

“You’re okay, baby. Everything’s okay. You trust me don’t you?” 

“Of course, I do, Rafe.” 

“You trust that I'll take care of you like I always have, don’t you?” 

“Of course, I do, Rafe.” 

“Okay, then there’s nothing to worry about. No matter what it is, baby. I’ll get you through it.” 

You nodded, pursuing your lips into a forced smile. 

“None of that, baby. Give me a real smile.” 

You giggled at how well he knew you and how well he could read your expressions. He paid attention – you’d give him that. 

“There she is.” 

He cooed. 

“I love you, Rafferty.” 

You softly spoke, your voice sending shivers down his spine. 

“And I love you, sweet girl. I’ll see you in a little while.” 

He smiled – the Rafe Cameron smile – and kissed two of his fingers before placing them against the camera and watched as you repeated his actions before hanging up the phone. 

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Rafe’s worst fears had been confirmed – you needed another surgery. He sat at the nurse's station, studying the images of the inside of your knee over and over again, racking his brain for any other solution, but he couldn’t find one. You had a complete tear of your ACL and MPFL which could only be fixed with surgery and he wanted more than anything in this moment not to be the bearer of bad news, not to be the doctor; for once, just to be the concerned boyfriend. He made his way into your room, taking in your sleeping form, your top half still draped in his clothes and your hair a mess, stuck against your face through the sweat that your sleep had brought on. He smiled to himself because he loved seeing you like that and he’d love it even more if it was in the bed next to him, not in a hospital. He moved towards you, kicking his tennis shoes off and scooting your body slightly as he nuzzled his into yours. You quietly stirred, blinking rapidly trying to gain your bearings,  chasing the warmth that your body was draped in. You looked up at Rafe and smiled sleepily, like a newborn baby seeing it’s fist glimpse of the world. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” 

He whispered, moving your sweat drenched hair from in front of your face. 

“Hi” 

You croaked back to him. He pulled you in, laying his head against yours and draping his arms around your back, hugging you like your existence, put all his broken pieces back together and it did in a way. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” 

You asked him, he was sad and you could tell. But, you weren’t sure what was plaguing him. 

“I just looked at your test results, sweet girl, and it’s not good news.” 

The look on his face was somber and you knew what it meant. 

“I need surgery, don’t I?” 

He gingerly nodded his head and you no longer contained the dread and the anxiety within you as the dam broke and your tears began to soak his scrubs. 

“I know, baby, I know.” 

He whispered into your hairline as he laid kisses upon it and rubbed the back of your head. You held onto him for dear life, clutching to his biceps with more force than he thought possible. 

“I-I can’t do it again, I won’t.” 

You breathed out amidst stutters and his blood ran cold. He pushed you forward so he could look in your eyes and confusion laced his features as he took you in, tear stained cheeks and all. 

“What do you mean, baby? We need to do this, okay?” 

“No, Rafe!” 

You snapped. This is what he was afraid of; he couldn’t force you, not really. But, he needed to take care of you in a way that he couldn’t take care of her. 

“What do you mean no?” 

He pushed with a hardened look in his eyes. His features were still gentle, the anger and frustration that bubbled beneath him dancing subtly against his skin. 

“You — You don’t get it, okay?” 

Your voice came out broken and frustrated and for a brief moment he almost smiled. 

Sweet girl, I get it in more ways than you understand. You don’t understand why I need to take care of you and that’s okay. 

“Why don’t you tell me what I don’t get, baby.” 

He spoke softly, bringing his fingertips to your cheek and brushing them gently against your skin. 

“You don’t understand — you don’t get that I just got my independence back and you want to take it away again!” 

You raised your voice and Rafe was shell shocked but he also knew it was because you didn’t feel heard. Molly only yelled when she felt misunderstood and she had yelled at him the day of her accident because he wasn’t listening to her point of view. Suddenly it at all made sense, the parallels of the accident were indeed a second chance. He sat up straight and vowed to change things, to make you feel heard in a way that he couldn’t do for her. 

“Baby, I’m sorry for not listening to you. I don’t want to take your independence away, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. You’ve torn some ligaments in your knee, sweet girl, and without surgery it’ll cause lifelong problems, you won’t be able to stand long enough to teach, baby. I only want to help. I didn’t mean to make you think otherwise.” 

You swallowed the weight of his words and they felt thick against your throat. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” 

He moved quickly pulling you back to his chest and kissing your forehead. 

“Can I tell you something, sweet girl?” 

He asked, cradling your head in his hands as you cried into his chest. You simply nodded in response, as your cries turned to sniffles and you clutched tighter to his chest. 

“My wife, Molly, died in an accident very similar to yours and I've struggled for a long time with being unable to save her, to take care of her the way that I've taken care of you. So, I just need you to let me, yeah?” 

You nodded your head in response before laying it against his pectoral muscle once more. 

“Rafe, were you working when she was brought in?” 

You looked up at him, thinking surely he wasn’t. 

“Yeah, baby. They called me while I was in the operating room. She and I had a fight, a massive one and she had left to go be with her parents. She never made it out of the city, her train crashed ten minutes after it left.” 

“I’m sorry, Rafferty.” 

You couldn’t do anything other than cry for him and with him and clutch to him like your life depended on it, because it very well did and maybe so did his. 

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[mavrintarou]

[3:33 PM] Suna Rintarou [1]

OKAY. I started something. I don't know where it's going but it's going to go somewhere.

Warning: TW - death & kidney failure disease, angst, daddy Rin (literally)

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Rin sits with his face buried in his hands, elbows resting on his trembling knees as he tries to process the news he just received just ten minutes ago. It was the best news he’d heard in what felt like an eternity.

A matching kidney donor has been found for his little girl, Ren.

Eight months ago, his five-year-old daughter was diagnosed with kidney failure and began treatment right away. Rin and his wife did their best to stay strong and hopeful for her, but things only seemed to get worse.

Six months ago, he lost his wife and mother-in-law in a car accident. In such a short time, life had completely turned upside down for both Rin and his daughter. With trembling hands, Rin dialed his mother’s number, and she answered on the first ring.

“Rintarou?”

“Mom,” his voice cracked, and immediately, he was bombarded with questions. “No, no—everything is still the same… but I just got good news from the hospital…” he took a deep breath. They found a donor match for Ren. We’ll be going to the hospital tomorrow to get more information.”

“Oh, that is wonderful news. Thank the Gods,” she cried.

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“The donor match currently lives in the US.”

Rin’s heart collapsed, “so… what does that mean?”

“When we submit test results to find a match, we don’t limit the search to within the country – it’s worldwide. We always consider the possibility that a match could come from anywhere,” Ren’s doctor explained, reminding them when they had agreed to allow any match. He gave a half-chuckle as if the situation amused him. “This is a unique case. The donor, a female adult, just so happens to be a vascular surgeon who specializes in kidney transplant patients. And now, she is getting first-hand experience.”

“Really?” Rin gasped.

The doctor nodded, “yes, I spoke to her directly this morning and she will fly out here with the time comes, so you do not need to worry about taking Ren abroad.”

A shaky breath is expelled from his chest and he looks down at his daughter who seems to be unaware of the conversation, just watching her iPad. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“If…” Ren’s doctor hesitated before continuing, “if you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Suna, I cannot reveal certain details I can’t disclose, but when I saw the donor’s match results, I was honestly stunned.”

Rin’s head tilted as he frowned, “why do you say that?”

The doctor frowned slightly and scratched the back of his head. “I recall when we were conducting tests, your family members all agreed to come in and see if they were a match for Ren. Was that… all of the family members?”

All immediate family members were tested as soon as Rin and his wife found out they weren’t a match for their daughter. Rin’s brow furrowed. “Yes, my wife was an only child raised by her mother. Her parents divorced, and she hasn’t seen her father since she was one year old. I only have one sister and my parents. Why? Is there a problem?”

“No problem at all, the donor has matched the blood, tissue, and antibody types and is currently undergoing a health test, and as soon as they pass, we can move forward with the next steps.”

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“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” Rin murmured as he carried her into their home. With her treatment, she is often tired and vulnerable. She would sleep at odd times throughout the day.

“Am I going to get better?”

“Yes, baby. You are,” he promised, “you’re going to get better very soon.”

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Three weeks later felt long, but according to the doctor, it was an incredibly fast process.

The donor was on their way and will arrive in a few hours. They will have to conduct one final test before proceeding to the surgery.

Rin has offered to pay for their stay while they’re in the country but they have politely declined.

 He was thankful for this person but understood why they would like to remain anonymous.

“Some donor wants to remain anonymous to protect their confidentiality and protect the recipient.”

For some reason, Rin felt an overwhelming, eager desire to meet this donor. His heart yearned to encounter this person.

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“Go, go enjoy a night out with the twins.”

Ren hugged her teddy bear tightly, “you’ll be back later to tuck me in?”

Rin nodded, crouching down to her eye level. “Just tonight, grandma will tuck you in, is that okay?”

She nodded, “okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, baby, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be home later but just late after your bedtime.” He kisses her forehead, “I’m just going out with uncle Osamu and Atsumu for their birthday.”

“Okay,” she answered with a  small smile, ��tell them I miss them.”

Rin smiles, “I will, good night.”

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“Thank the Gods my baby girl found a donor!” Atsumu slapped a hand over his heart. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

Osamu raised his glass of beer, “cheers boys, cheers to baby girl matching a donor.”

They all raised their glasses in sync. “Thank you, it’s wonderful news and everything is going well.”

“Are you going to meet the donor?” Atsumu asked.

Rin shook his head, “no, they want to remain anonymous.”

“So, that means you guys will never know this person who is giving their kidney to Ren?”

Rin nodded his head, “correct. It’s unfortunate, I really wish I could meet them to thank them but the best I can do is give them a card, maybe?”

“That’s a bummer,” Osamu muttered, “I understand where they’re coming from but it’s not like… you guys know each other, you know? What’s so bad about meeting each other.”

“I’m not sure either, but I’ll respect their wishes, it’s the least I can do after all they are doing for my baby girl,” Rin says, twisting his wedding band around his finger.

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After parting ways with the twins, Rin decided to take a walk. He stuffed his hands into his jacket, the nights have become colder and colder. His wife’s favorite scarf hung loosely around his neck. It was one of the few items of hers that still had her scent and on days that he missed her more than usual, he would wear it, feeling a little closer to her.

It has been a while since he has gone out with the boys, let alone have some good beer and relax. It was much needed and he felt the buzz kick in.

It was a weekend and downtown was busy with a live crowd.

Normally he would avoid the crowd but something was pulling him towards that direction.

With a soft sigh, his feet began moving. He didn’t know where he was going, but he was going somewhere.

He needed to sober up before calling for a taxi, not wanting to return home intoxicated.

As he headed towards the busy part of town, it was like he was going through memory lane.

He is suddenly reminded of when he met his late wife Sumi seven years ago. They were set up through Osamu and his wife, Hayumi, and immediately hit it off. They married a year and a half later and welcomed their daughter shortly after.

Everything was going well, they were a happy family.

His heart nearly broke when his daughter was diagnosed with a disease that could take her away from him. His career was put on pause and he put his focus on his daughter alongside his wife.

His whole world completely shattered when he received the news his wife and mother-in-law were involved in a fatal car accident trying to make it to their daughter’s treatment.

He felt like a shell, barely living. The only thing keeping him going every day was his daughter.

A rush of school girls ran towards him, excitedly screaming as they recognized him.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Suna Rintarou!”

“Can I have your autograph!”

“Can we have a picture with you!”

Suddenly sobering up, Rin accepted the marker from one of the girls, signing his name and forcing a smile for the cameras.

“Goodness,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of life knowing he was still admired and recognized in the volleyball world.

“Excuse me, did you drop this?” A hand holding Sumi’s scarf.

“Oh,” Rin said, instinctively reaching for the scarf that was no longer around his neck. As he extended his hand to grasp it, he glanced at the person offering him. “Thank… you.”

At that moment, his world froze. It had been happening a lot lately, but this time, he truly felt everything stop. Time itself seemed to stand still as he stared into the eyes of the person before him.

How?

“Sumi?”

Her brow rose, “excuse me?” She blinked and then looked at the scarf and then up at him confused.

Rin grasped her shoulders, his eyes wide. “Sumi. Sumi?”

His grip around her tightened. His eyes scan her face. The eyes, the nose, the lips… everything looked exactly like his wife.

His breath heaved heavily, cold air burning his lungs.

He searched her eyes, finding anything that would prove it was his wife.

“You…” she breathed, her breath clouded the cold night.

He was unable to read her expression. Her eyes narrowed, in the way Sumi’s would when he and Ren was playing a trick on her.

His heart ache.

His hands drop and he turns away. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rubbed his face with his hands.

He was drunk.

He was hallucinating.

He turned around and the person was still standing there, looking at him with concern and hesitation. “Are you… okay?”

She looked so much like Sumi.

Exactly like her.

“You…” he blinked, tears blurring his vision. “You look - look so much like… my late wife.”

“I think you have the wrong person, I’m sorry.” She shoved the scarf into his arm and hurried away.

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“Is something wrong?” Rin asked his daughter’s doctor who seemed to be distracted, unlike himself.

“No, Mr. Suna.”

Rin wasn’t convinced.

He had been unconvinced by anything since two nights ago when he ran into a woman who looked identical to his late wife.

Nothing made sense.

He swears by his life that he was not dreaming or hallucinating.

She looked exactly like his wife.

“It was strange,” Rin mumbled, his eyes fixed on the chipped wood of the desk. “The other night… I ran into a woman…” he trailed off, unsure of where he was going with this conversation with his daughter’s doctor. “She looked…”

“Just like your late wife.”

Rin’s eyes met the doctor’s eyes. “You’ve met her too?”

His breath caught before he softly replied, “that is your daughter’s donor.” A heavy silence settled between them. “I had a video call with her and couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought maybe… I was – seeing things? That was a similarity but then again, we were on a virtual call.” He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I met her… in person, this morning… and she shocked the living shit out of me.”

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[vigilante-3073]

Loss & Grief

James Wilson x Female Reader

Summary: The head of the Department of Pediatrics loses a young patient and Wilson helps her cope.

TW: Pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort, grief, patient death, mentions of heart problems.

Doctor L/N sat silently on the couch in her office as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lab coat had been abandoned on the cushion beside her and she was still wearing her pink surgical scrubs. L/N stared across her office blankly, feeling both devastated and guilty as she ran over the events in her head.

Doctor L/N had lost a patient during open heart surgery. Her name was Olivia and she had been diagnosed with a Complete Atrioventricular Canal heart defect at two weeks old. A large hole was present in the center of Olivia's heart that affected the area where all four chambers would normally be divided. A surgery was attempted when she was four weeks old, but the defect was too complex to repair in infancy. A temporary operation had been preformed to relieve her symptoms until they could re-attempt when she was older. Olivia had just turned two when Doctor L/N and the cardiac surgeon decided it was time to fix the defect. Doctor L/N had scrubbed in on the surgery and everything seemed to be going fine before the girl flatlined on the table.

The team worked to revive her for over an hour before time of death was called.

Doctor L/N notified the parents, watching them fall apart as their grief washed over them. She provided as much comfort as one possibly could to parents who had just lost their only child, sitting with them for as long as they needed her to. The mother had hugged her, thanking her for everything she had done for their daughter.

Doctor L/N had experienced the loss of a patient before, but it never got any easier. L/N barely managed to keep her own emotions in check as she made her way through the hallways towards her office. The sun had set and L/N hadn't even bothered to turn on the light before slumping down on the couch.

She broke down, completely dissolving into gut-wrenching sobs that left her breathless. Doctor L/N cried until her throat ached and her lungs burned, muscles trembling as she sniffled softly. A gentle knock sounded on the door, but L/N couldn't bring herself to speak without crying again.

The door opened, "Y/N, are you in here?" Wilson asked softly, peering into the dark room. He turned the light on, dark brown eyes quickly finding her on the couch. Wilson stepped into her office, closing the door and making his way over to her.

L/N felt her eyes gloss over with tears again as he sat down beside her, "I'm sorry... I know how hard it is to lose a patient," He said softly.

Her lip trembled, "She was so young," L/N mumbled as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You did everything that you could for her," Wilson said, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his chest gently. Her body shook as she sobbed, arms sliding around his waist as she curled into him.

Wilson pressed a kiss to the top of her head as his hand rubbed over her back reassuringly, "You're gonna be okay," He murmured.

Doctor L/N had the biggest heart of anyone Wilson had ever met. She treated her patients like family and took it incredibly hard when she lost someone. L/N would blame herself for months, overthinking every decision she'd made and wondering what she could have done to change the outcome.

Wilson slid his arm underneath her knees, pulling her body into his lap and holding her close. Her breath stuttered in her chest as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, you're okay, I'm here," He said softly.

...

Wilson held L/N on the couch in her office until the sun had started to rise, the sky only just beginning to show the faintest bit of light. She was quiet, sniffling softly every few minutes. The soft sounds of Wilson's heartbeat and his even breathing calmed her down greatly.

Everything about James calmed her down.

"H-how did you know?" She mumbled.

"Know what?" Wilson asked with a confused frown.

"I-That I lost her," L/N said.

Wilson sighed, his hand rubbing over her back gently, "I knew about the operation and I was looking for you after. One of the nurses told me that she saw you, but you seemed upset... I put two and two together," He said.

"I should be better at handling it by now," She mumbled, fingers toying with the material of his tie.

"No, you're grieving a loss... You invest in your patients and care about their recovery. It makes you a good doctor, but it can also make loss difficult to cope with," He said.

She let out a defeated huff, snuggling closer to him. The smell of his cologne was comforting, it lingered on every piece of clothing he wore and had quickly become L/N's favorite scent.

"Do you want me to take you home? You can get some rest and I'll make you breakfast," Wilson offered.

"I've kept you up all night long," She said.

"What's a few more hours?" Wilson smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead gently.

Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, letting out a soft exhale, "What would you make me for breakfast?" She asked, opening her eyes.

"Pancakes and bacon," He offered.

"With chocolate chips?" She asked, he smiled.

"If you'd like," Wilson said, his hand resting on her thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Doctor L/N lifted her head from his shoulder, Wilson raised his hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks gently with the pad of his thumb.

"I love you," L/N said softly.

Wilson smiled, hand cradling her cheek as he brought his lips to her's in a gentle kiss, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against her's.

"I love you too," Wilson replied.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

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[abubblingcandle]

A1 - Humiliation - Every Time We Touch Ch5

The news breaks, everyone knows that Jamie and Roy are both out and were in the hospital at the same time. Roy doesn't know why Jamie is so worried about this until they venture back to his house

A2 - Arm in a Sling

A3 - Denied Food as Punishment - Working on Self Improvement (but you are still alone)

A4 - Being Watched - mangroves Ch2

Bertrand is back in River's live and contrary to popular belief ... he doesn't hate it. But the Harkness Boys in London go for a night out and it leads to River having to blow up what he had built for himself

A5 - Forced Out Of the Closet - Shoe in a Pillowcase

“Louisa,” River’s whisper barely tricked through the phone’s speaker. “River?” Louisa replied, frowning as she clicked the phone onto speaker and laid it on the table. “There’s people here. With guns.”

B1 - Crying Themselves To Sleep - There's No Place Like Home Ch4

Jamie is isolated, trapped in his home with his father's grip tight. Another surgery and a chance to travel back down to London gives Jamie the final push

B2 - Gaslighting - Captive Audience Ch3

River gets a moment out of the cage and tries to chance his luck. Frank reveals more of his plan, which unsuprisingly doesn't make River feel better about the situation

B3 - "I have you now my pretty" - Lemon to a Knife Fight Ch2

B4 - Fevers - You're Still Young (and that's your fault) Ch1

B5 - Bedside Vigil - Every Time We Touch Ch1

Roy woke up feeling like death and calls his sister to get him to hospital. Jamie woke up feeling like death but keeps trucking and goes to work. Neither of them even considered that their matching pains could be anything to do with the vanilla vodka from the night before. But that one decision of Roy's, to drink Jamie's drink, leaves them both trapped together for the next two weeks.

C1 - Insomnia - mangroves Ch1

Everyone thinks that they know all there is to MI5's biggest disappointment, River Cartwright. And that's just how he wants it. But when River's sanity starts to unspool and figures from his past randomly pop up in London, everything that he had painstakingly built begins to fall apart.

C2 - Body Image Issues - There's No Place Like Home Ch3

Jamie is alone. And the Richmond trio's misguided attempts to help him back fire in a truly spectacular manner

C3 - Loneliness - Every Time We Touch Ch3

Jamie and Roy struggle with their tempers and co-existing alongside each other when Roy majorly breaches Jamie's privacy and learns something about the young striker

C4 - Ambush - Fleuve Ch1

The Slow Horses are sent on an op, an international op as well, by the Old Bastard himself David Cartwright. The mission: to retrieve a deep cover asset from rural France before he disappears back off the grid again. The only problems: 1) the asset isn't an asset, he's a rival operative 2) he's got no clue why MI5 and David Cartwright care about him 3) he keeps on trying to fuck off back to Lavande 4) there's so many people trying to kill him Can the Slow Horses keep their spy alive for long enough for any of them to work out what the hell is going on?

C5 - Sports Injury - Every Time We Touch Ch4

The drug isn't the only problem facing our troubled duo. Roy's knee is playing up for the first time since this began and Ted Lasso makes an appearance

D1 - Captive Push - Never Again

It wasn't like Will planned on getting kidnapped again but he knew if it did happen he was never going to give up his team

D2 - Allergic Reaction - Death Fruit

“Coach,” Dani panted, clinging onto the door frame with a white knuckled grip. He was shaking, looking like he had seen a ghost. Roy limped up to his feet and over to the door, leg screaming from the pain. “I think Jamie is dying,” he sobbed, tears suddenly streaming down his face.

D3 - Definitely Just a Cold - Every Time We Touch Ch2

The boys test the limits of the drug and nearly get themselves in serious trouble with their competitiveness

D4 - Troubled Fetal Position - Captive Audience Ch2

River starts to unspool in his unrelenting prison as his mind and body rebel against him. Louisa and Emma set off on the road after him. But is Frank Harkness going to turn out to be too great an adversary?

D5 - Confrontation - There's No Place Like Home Ch2

Richmond hasn't been the same since Jamie's injury and his return to Manchester. Roy wants to continue to hate him but Ted, Beard, and Roy find out the real details of his injury

E1 - Broken Ribs - Dead Weight Ch1

E2 - Bag of Kidnapping - Lemon to a Knife Fight Ch1

Jamie feels like someone is following him. But it's probably just paranoia right? He's about to play the biggest game of his career and if they do it his dad is going to be super pissed. Jamie has all the reasons in the world to believe someone is following him when there's no one really there. But there is someone really there, and Jamie realises just too late.

E3 - Hiding an Injury - Need to Know Basis

River just wants to move on past all the Harkness family drama and get back to work before he drives himself insane. It's a shame his body hasn't got that memo yet.

E4 - Domestic Abuse - There's No Place Like Home Ch1

Jamie knows what the consequences of embarrassing his dad are but London has made him soft and complacent. He's not able to deal with his dad's tough love in the way that he used to do. But that's fine because he's heading back to Manchester with his hip in a hard brace and with surgery on the cards and his dad's the only one who's stepped up to look after him. Things will go back to normal now. However if this is normal than why are Roy, Ted and Beard on his doorstep offering him a way out?

E5 - Locked in a Cage - Captive Audience Ch1

Frank doesn't want to let River go after he's only just got him back in his life. Shame River doesn't want to come with him willingly. “We’re in a public space. And I’m not walking out of here,” River frowned. “Oh no you’re not,” Frank’s head tilted in a parody of concern, “see my son here has had a little too much to drink so I’ve called us a cab and he needs a little bit of help getting there.”

[spicedfink]

Break down of Lumpy Space Princess (or something? Idk)

LSP is one of the few characters we know the age of being listed as 15 when Finn was 12/13 so we know by the finale she's 19 or 20 years old

The basic time line is that she lived in lumpy space and only visited Ooo every now and then before getting into an arguments with her parents and running away to prove she can make it on her own

LSP then spends a good chunk of her teenaged years living out in the woods

LSP has complained about her parents through out the series and even gone as far as to compare them to monsters in her Fionna and Cake fanfic - the show frames these complaints as unreasonable. The problem with this is that children rarely act out for no reason and she continues to resent them even when she's had time and distance away from them

Her parents think she acts out on purpose - this sort of mentality made LSP feel like they saw her as a villain and was extremely frustrating since she didn't actually understand what she was doing wrong

Her parents are at the very least don't know how to meet her needs at worse are intentionally abusive towards her (there isn't really enough shown of them to determine a solid placement)

LSP has a hard time understanding how her actions effect others and is easily upset when people express displeasure with her - either from the delay between her actions and their reactions or she has a knee jerk stress from past experiences (probably from authority figures)

LSP is deeply insecure. Her insecurities can be seen in cases like risking life and limb for a plump lip potion, punching herself smooth for "the nice king" and when she asked Finn and Jake to preform plastic surgery on her to make her hot

Her confidents isn't faked however, her desire to change isn't based on how she actually feels about her body but instead based on wanting to be liked by others - a theme in LSP's story is wanting to be liked by others (especially romantically) Even though they don't really change how they draw the characters much it could also be implied that LSP's insecurities came from the changes her body had during puberty

But also Brad messed her up. They had an on again off again relationship where Brad would date her friends to make her jealous and ignore her boundaries and yet LSP spends years focusing on their relationship. He's a creep who tore LSP down and made her think she was somehow underserving of anything better

When LSP got with Johnnie it showed her as really supportive and loving, the second she was flirting with someone who actually liked her back it went smoothly things only went wrong when Johnnie said she couldn't go to the dinner because it's a private business dinner with PB. She immediately thinks PB is trying to steal him from her, this is a clear reflection of her trauma from having Brad betray her trust and playing with her feelings so much

Side note on "Bad Timing" PB threaten to go to war with lumpy space because LSP was being rude despite knowing full well LSP has very little if anything to do with lumpy space's politics at this point (girl is homeless and PB is treating her as if she's a spoiled brat with a sliver spoon in her mouth)

I'm going to have to mention "Breezy", I know we want to collectively ignore it but I want to make a point about what this suggest about LSP's character. Her actions are a reflection of her own boundaries having been crossed repeatedly through out her life and she was told by the people crossing them that they weren't doing anything wrong which leads to her thinking that's what normal people do. It doesn't make it right but it's insight towards her world view where she rather see it as normal behavior then accept that people she cared for didn't care about hurting her

On how LSP communicates with others, she knows that other people don't say what they mean and that she is suppose to read between the lines but she doesn't know how so that leads to misunderstandings as she fills in the blanks (alt she's filling in the blanks based on lumpy space's social norms and can't wrap her head around Ooo having different ones) I think the best example is in "Gatcha" when she assumes Finn is in love with her because he's being nice to her and ignoring the part where she's flirting with him (he isn't taking her too seriously and doesn't know what she's talking about) The problem is others don't try to talk to her in a way she can understand: they get annoyed, frustrated or feel it's pointless so they ignore her. They yell and lecture at her for doing things wrong (she can't understand what people are trying to tell her when they lecture). Or they walk on eggshells and treat her like she'll go off at any random little thing, they just go along with what she says to keep her happy or go out of their way to make sure she doesn't get frustrated because they don't want to deal with her

The exception is Marceline. In "Princess Day" Marceline compliment LSP showing an appreciation for her bad girl behavior, she doesn't tell her she was in the wrong and supports her actions. This leads to them taking things too far but at no point does Marceline shame LSP for it, Marceline also owns up to her own part in the escalation. When LSP expresses concern about if these actions mean they're bad people Marceline doesn't dismiss LSP's feelings on this, she instead explains her own view saying she doesn't think there's such a thing as a "bad person" and that people just make mistakes. This was the first time LSP was able to explore her own guilt without being shamed or told she hadn't done anything wrong. Marceline supported and validated LSP's feelings through out the episode. This was the kind of support LSP needed the entire time but this is the first time she actually got it

LSP wouldn't have been able to grow as a person without that connection. Up until that point LSP had been become more and more detached from others, lashing out with emotional fits. After becoming friends with Marceline however she seemed to regulate and truly mature

One thing that reflects her growth is in her date with Lemongrab, when he gets up to leave she says he's afraid of intimacy, which while this shows she's still putting words in other people's mouths at this point there is a key difference in the words she using and even the tone of voice she says them. She says it as if she feels genuine concern for him, it's not indigent or aggressive it's soft. And she isn't talking about how his actions reflect on her looks but instead she thinks it's an insecurity he's feeling. She wants him to be able to face this supposed fear not because she feels cheated out of her date but because she doesn't want him being personally held back by it (Lemongrab doesn't actually have this issue)

You can also see growth in the Elementals episodes where she's the calmest she's ever been towards Finn. She's still hitting on him (I'm assuming it's a reflection of the fact she thinks everyone else is stuck in these changed forms and is seeking comfort via romantic escapism)

The finale shows her growth the most. She went to war to aid PB compare that to when LSP barely helped Finn cure Jake and treated it like a huge inconvenience that she isn't responsible for (despite them needing a cure because she accidently bit Jake)

Marceline is LSP's closest friend but Turtle Princess is LSP's BFF Turtle Princess and LSP can talk for hours, they listen to the other info dump and love trashy books, romance and gossip. They have trouble talking about other things and both become uncomfortable if they try. Turtle Princess thinks LSP is really hot and cool and looks up to her a lot. LSP thinks Turtle Princess is also hot and cool and will hype Turtle Princess up all the time

In summary, I think she has a lot of trauma and made a lot of bad decisions but is able to grow once she has a support system with friends who actually care about her

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 8

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters. 

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, pregnancy, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, sexism, family problems, parental problems, possessiveness, mention of underaged sex, mention of abuse, mentions about plastic surgery, bullying.

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Bill sat on the bed and looked at Aurora pulling off her zebra patterned dress, then gathering her hair in a big messy bun on the way to the bathroom. He continued to sit and look at her when she came out just in her panties, without makeup.

"Is it something?" She asked, covering her chest, feeling self conscious of his stare. Bill dragged a hand over his face and smiled apologetic.

"Sorry… No…" he stood up to take off his watch and jewelry. Aurora pulled on an old promotional t-shirt of his, "Nosferatu" that hung like a dress from her shoulders. When he had taken off his watch he once again became stuck looking at Aurora while she braided her hair.

"Okay… Now you must stop being creepy," she said and looked at him through the vanity mirror. Bill smiled embarrassed and looked away. He rubbed his eyes and really tried to get in contact with reality and he got help with that when Aurora sat down on her knees in front of him and opened his belt. Bill looked down at his girlfriend with big eyes and smiled when she smiled. Slowly she dragged down both his pants and boxers and that prompted him to pull off his champagne colored shirt. Aurora smiled playfully while he kicked off his pants with his boxers and socks and smiled back with love.

He had been irritated at her that night. They had been at a beautiful sky bar, in the middle of Norrmalm. They had eaten the finest seafood in a secluded table and it had the potential to be a really great night. He had arranged everything, so they could sit by themselves, had the best, most professional waiter and even managed to reserve her own toilet to use. He thought he had planned everything to have her by himself but he had missed one thing, telling her how important it was for him to be alone with her. Aurora always got attention wherever she was, much more attention than him but that wasn't the only thing that caused her to have more fan encounters than him. She really invited it in and did even that night. Instead of them just walking to their table with determined steps she stopped and took a look at the people in the restaurant with a smile. He took her hand so he could lead her to the table but Aurora slowed down again because two girls her own age had gained the courage to walk up to them. There was nothing odd with them, two regular fans that wanted to take pictures with them both. Bill declined but felt a bit stupid when Aurora said yes and took several silly pictures with the women, pouting lips and tongue out. He hoped they could get some time alone after that but her playful ways with the women seemed to make others dare to approach her. Three, four times people came up to them by the table even if the waiter tried to stop them. Aurora just giggled and asked for their names. She said no to photos when they were eating and Bill was happy for that but he still was a bit annoyed over it all. He had planned this night and it was already destroyed. It was even she who destroyed it.

Bill had sat down on the edge of the bed again while Aurora sat between his legs, his cock sliding between her lips. She sucked hard and dragged her long nails over his thick thighs. Bill played with her braids between his fingers and looked at her with heavy eyes. Once again had she destroyed the night, or at least his plan. He thought he could get her in a soft romantic place in bed, instead she had started to whine for his cock.

Aurora took a break and looked up at him out of breath. She gave him a sweet blushing smile and pulled off the Nosferatu t-shirt so he could see her chest. Bill smirked and leaned back on his elbows. His cock stood hard and waiting.

"Is it something baby?" He asked teasingly when she pulled off her panties. "You didn't finish your work."

"I thought… I thought maybe we could be close instead?" She feigned shyness and straddled his thighs so his cock was just in front of her.

"You mean you will not finish your job? Making daddy please you and do all the hard lifting?" He dragged his hands over her waist, down to her bum where he gave her a bit of a spank. Aurora looked at him bashfully and took a grip around his cock. Instead of answering she just moved up higher over Bill's hips and tried to steer his hardness to her pussy. Bill laughed mockingly and moved her away from him, threw her down so she was laying on her back in bed. He straddled her waist on his knees and angled his hips forward so she could really look at his member, that big, blushing erection. Aurora blushed, not really by embarrassment, more out of hornyness and excitement. Bill smirked while he looked at her, looking at him. Her eyes wandered from his cock up to his chest, down to his thighs.

"You're so perfect…" she said sweetly. It came suddenly, so real and wasn't a part of their earlier little game. Bill smiled at her warmly and moved down a bit so he could drag her up in a sitting position. She sat between his naked legs while they kissed deeply. He had a steady grip of her face while she dragged her fingers over his lower back, back dimples and down to his ass. He looked at her for a while before standing up from bed.

"Where are you going?" Whined Aurora and shifted like she would follow him.

Bill looked at her amused, being so desperate and needy.

"Stay there," said he softly but sternly so she would know he was serious. She made a little whiny sound but stayed on the bed, layed down, with her face pressed down on his pillow.

She looked up again when she felt him lay down next to her. She gave his body a quick look, searching for the hardness and took a fast grip around his cock again. Bill made a sound by the sudden contact and laughed a little.

"You will get it, I will give it to you so good but first…" He chuckled a little and laid a black velvety box on the bed between them.

They had only been together for two months, not even that, this time. Three years ago they were together for a year but that was it. Bill who never really thought about marriage could suddenly not think about anything else. He didn't know why he would wait if the thought of Aurora as his wife felt like the only natural thing.

Aurora giggled with rosy cheeks and sat up to open the box. Bill sat up too and before she was able to open the box he pinched her nipple to tease her. She made a shocked sound and waved him away but the both of them laughed when she opened the box.

"I can get you something bigger. More pink. If you want that. I talked to Erica and she thought you would actually like something classic, and I thought the same thing be…" Bill rambled while the both of them looked at the princess cut diamond.

"It's perfect. Perfect," said she softly and looked up at Bill's face. "But I want to hear the question now," she teased, moving a bit from him so she could put out her hand in front of him. Bill laughed a little, he still looked nervous, like he wasn't completely sure she would say yes.

"Aurora… Aurora Lou Mary Isaac… Do you want to marry me, Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård?"

He looked at her with a blushing smile while she smiled big and excitedly.

"Yes," she said with a nod and stretched her arm out even more. Bill put the ring on her but didn't even get to look at it before Aurora had crawled on top of him, kissed him hard and succeeded to make him do a weird primal sound of adrenaline, manly pride, happiness and strangled hornyness. Aurora laughed and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"But now can you give me something bigger and more pink, please."

×××

Aurora was most often in Stockholm city with someone, either with Bill, friends or some work contact. She didn't have a reason to be there otherwise, it was nice being on the island where people were used to her presence and she could keep a low pace. On a Thursday in May she was in town alone though, just with a security guard that kept his distance. She was forced to do her nails in Sweden, even if she hadn't been pleased with them earlier and she had found a studio that could give her some sort of privacy. They even let her walk in the backdoor and she took the same way out, it was there she suddenly stood eye to eye with Bill's ex. They had never met each other like this alone and now it would be even more stiff. Bill and Aurora just announced their engagement and Bill had just told his ex over the phone, this was the first time one of them had met his ex after they had started to wear their rings.

His ex was dressed in a simple black blouse and light jeans and looked like many of the Swedish women her age did. Aurora wore a short pink glittery skirt and a white t-shirt. It was much more modest than she usually was, especially because her hair was left in her own natural curls and she wore sneakers.

"Oh, hey," said Aurora and smiled nervously. She had her beige Prada bag on her arm and swayed with it.

"Aurora, hey, what are you doing here?" Bill's ex gave the black car and the security guy a fast look.

"Just doing my nails," she said and waved with her hand by reflex. It was the hand her engagement ring sat on. His ex just nodded a little, pretending to not have seen the diamond. Aurora didn't judge her for that. She could just imagine how the whole thing felt for her. Bill and her had been together twelve years and she hadn't got a ring.

Aurora stood a while with a thought in her head and when it felt like Bill's ex wanted to go she suddenly dared to say it.

"I heard yours and Bill's conversation when we left the girls with you."

His ex looked away uncomfortable and crossed her arms in defense.

"I don't know what you think, but I'm not some plastic girl," continued Aurora. His ex gave her a look. "Yes I have fake eyelashes sometimes, I have fixed my nose and I do my nails. But that's it. The girls see me most often without makeup, in comfortable clothes and a few weeks ago I even had a really bad break out. I promise you, they don't see me just dolled up."

His ex sighed and looked down.

"I'm sorry you heard that… I'm just worried for my girls. They've started to really think about such things."

"I get that, but I don't do much more than any other woman close to them."

His ex looked at her with a skeptical smile that Aurora felt was condescending.

"My lips, my skin, my hair, my ass is real. I was just lucky in the genetic lottery," she said with a shoulder shrug. It maybe was childish to talk about herself like that but she was more than twenty years younger than her, couldn't she get to be a bit childish for once?

The older woman cleared her throat while she watched the younger woman straight her back and look at her own reflection in a window. It looked like Aurora was looking at her own ass and she was. She had a good ass.

"Congratulations, by the way," said his ex and smiled. She said it to just talk about something else but also because she knew it was the best in the long run.

"Oh, thank you," said Aurora with a big smile even if she felt awkward talking with Bill's ex about it.

"Do you know when you will have the wedding?"

"28th of July," said Aurora without doubting. They had already booked the location and a wedding officiant. It was just in little less than three months but with contacts you could fix anything.

"Oh… This year? That's in three months?"

Aurora just nodded with a smile, she didn't feel she needed to tell his ex more than that even if she in some way felt sorry for her. Things went fast between her and Bill, people probably thought so but their love was right in a way others couldn't understand. After the women had said goodbye they both thought about their meeting. Bill's ex felt bitter, sad and confused over Bill's behavior. He wasn't the man she had been together with. Aurora worried about what his ex actually thought about her but it had felt good to let her know her ass was real.

×××

He looked at Aurora when she came back to the party in the vineyard garden. She had changed the long wedding dress to a short one. A tight and sexy dress that hugged her curves. She had taken off the tiara and now had a big white bow securing her half updo. Bill smiled at her and she smiled back like it was the first time they’ve seen each other. It was their party but people let them be while they continued to dance to the music. Some looked at them with smiles by seeing how in love they were but Bill and Aurora didn't notice that.

"Hello my husband," said Aurora and laid her arms around Bill's neck. Bill pulled on her skirt, by habit, knowing her short skirts often rode up when she leaned up that much.

"Hey, wife," he answered with a warm smile and leaned down to kiss her.

They joined some of their friends in a conversation but they never let each other go, like the marriage had glued them together by the hips. Bill's hand dragged over her hips and down to her bum and something caught his attention. He couldn't feel any panties. He expected to feel a thin band from a thong through the dress but it seemed to be totally smooth. Did she go commando under the short dress? On their wedding day? He looked down at her while she joked with one of his friends. When she looked up and he saw those playful eyes he knew, she actually walked around without panties. She was such a bad girl.

A light on the stage interrupted his thoughts and everyone turned towards it. His friend stood on the stage, a comedian he had known for many years. Aurora looked up at Bill and smiled a little nervously. They both knew they would get roasted.

They were right. Most of it was harmless, a bit mean towards the both of them but when his friend joked about Pennywise eating out one of the kids instead of eating her, it was a bit too far. Aurora was 11 when the movie came out but no one rarely made a deal of it. Bill didn't like the joke but smiled at his friend and applauded to not making a scene but it was obvious others were uncomfortable too. It came as a relief when Erica walked up to the stage for her maid of honor speech. She ditched the comedian completely and said she could have roasted him so easily if she had had the time. Her speech was cute but she also talked about how horny Aurora and Bill always were. Bill who stood next to his mother cringed a bit but she was used to so much with all men in her family. He thought then it would be time for the wedding cake but instead Erica invited Aurora up on stage. The audience cheered loudly by seeing the bride and even louder when she said:

"I want my husband up on stage," she smiled teasingly towards him and he got some pats on his back from his friends. Bill looked a bit nervous, he had stood on stage many times but he was awkward with it, not at all as comfortable with it as Aurora. He looked at one of the guys in the band, put a chair in the middle of the stage and he laughed nervously when Aurora pushed him down on the chair.

"Of course I have a song for my lovely, baby boy. My man. This will be so fucking sugar sweet so if you can't handle a real fucking love song it's your problem, okay?" Said Aurora and faked attitude and tossed her hair. Bill looked at her with big eyes then smiled at the cheering audience. Aurora bit her lip and turned to Bill when the music started. Bill looked at her with a beating chest but started to laugh and threw his head back in shock when the first words in the song was "your cock." The audience cheered even louder while Aurora sang the soft pop song with such explicit lyrics Bill blushed. She never let him go with her eyes and just came closer and closer until she more or less gave him a lap dance while singing. Bill looked at her with an embarrassed but proud smile and dragged his hands over her waist, and pulled down the hem of her dress. She smiled teasingly while he did it and turned so she could press her ass against his crotch. If they were alone he would have become rock hard by her dance but also hearing her sing how good she wanted to be fucked by him. Now he controlled that in front of the people but thought to himself that he was so glad his kids weren't there. He looked at Aurora rolling her hips in his lap and then he gave her a hard spank so the audience became wild. It was probably a bit much but they were a bit much. They were that hot fucking couple others just wished they could be.

Both of them were so excited after the performance that they walked into the big castle-like house to search for some privacy. They found a staff toilet and made out passionately against the wall to the booth. Aurora could feel Bill's hands caress her thighs, up under her dress so it rode up. Bill looked down on her nakedness and smirked evilly.

"You're so… so bad. No panties? A lap dance? You do everything to tease me." Bill pressed his hard on against her while with light fingers touched her sex. Aurora giggled excitedly, both from the light touch but also his words.

"I'm sorry daddy…"

Bill sighed and shook his head and with a swift motion he lifted her up and put her down in front of the big mirror.

"Undress for me."

He gave her a hooded gaze through the mirror and dragged his fingertips over her upper arms. Aurora looked at her tall husband in the mirror and swallowed hard.

"I'm a virgin…" she said and acted nervous and scared. Bill pressed his nose against her neck and breathed her in.

"Why do you think I married you? And now you're trying to make a fool out of me? Tease me with that pussy without giving it to me? Noo… Strip, " he said with a harsh voice and took a step away from her. Aurora swallowed hard but then let the the band of her dress fall so he could see her breasts. Bill just stood behind her and dragged a hand over his erection. With some struggle, Aurora opened the zipper in the side of the dress and let it fall to the floor so she just stood in just her high baby pink heels. Bill looked at her both from behind but also her front in the mirror. Aurora looked at him like she was fascinated over what effect she had on him and leaned down with her hands on the counter so he could see her glistening pussy. Bill made a sound in approval and squated down just behind her. With anyone else Aurora would have felt so exposed but she felt safe with Bill, even when he spread her cheeks to look at both her entrances. She moaned loudly when he licked her from her clit to her backbone and once more when he moved back but stopped to lick her entrances and make hard circles over her clit. He gave her a spank but then he stood up. Aurora turned around and looked at Bill, she gave him an irritated look, out of character.

"Continue," she whined. Bill shook his head and spanked her again.

"No, you teased me. It's payback." With determined steps he left the room smirking. Aurora made a sound of shock where she now stood naked and wet. He knew what he was doing because the rest of the night she grinded against him, touched his crotch or flashed her tits everytime she got him alone. Bill just continued to tease her with his conservative love while she acted like a horny virgin. He knew she would be wild that night. Their wedding night.

×××

2035

It was a mess in the archipelago house. Everything was upside down. They had the white grand piano in the bedroom, 50 pairs of Aurora's shoes in the gym and in the hallway upstairs there were several big boxes. Once again their living room was full of gifts for the baby and Aurora wanted to look through everything. If she could, she would have thanked everyone that had painted them a painting or made a little bracelet for their baby, especially because she also knew much of it would be thrown away. They couldn't save every crooked sock and children's drawing.

Bill was in the gym and worked out while his daughters occupied themselves. He didn't have any role to work out for but did it to feel strong, young and attractive. Working out became more important every year, because his 40+ body needed more to keep fit, but also because he had a 28 year old girlfriend. He didn't want to look like a tired old man next to her.

He had taken a break to drink some water and dry off some sweat but his eyes froze on Aurora's shoes, especially the baby pink ones in the left corner. He smiled just by seeing them. He recognized them well, he would never forget them. Aurora had worn them on their wedding day. When she performed, when they played in the bathroom. He still smiled with embarrassment and amusement when he thought about the song and Aurora grinding in his lap. His family had watched but also, every guy in the room could see his girl was perfect.

"Dad?" Said his middle daughter behind him. Bill took his attention off the shoes and turned around. She stood tall and thin next to a boy her own height. He looked at Bill with big eyes and a small smile. Bill was just dressed in a pair of running shorts and shoes and the sweat ran down his upper body to the lining of the shorts.

"This is Algot," said his daughter but looked at her father a bit embarrassed. Bill understood the wink and pulled on the loose tank top that laid on a bench by the window.

"Hello. Algot," said Bill tensely and put his hand out to shake the boy's hand. He knew Algot was his twelve year old daughter's boyfriend. She was way too young to have a boyfriend but also, he was obviously there for the wrong reason.

"Amazing house. Beautiful. We also have a house in the archipelago, on another island but not this big. It was a hospital right?" Algot licked his ass with a snobby accent and starlit eyes.

Bill smiled strained and gave him a nod. His daughter looked annoyed next to her boyfriend. Bill wondered if she was irritated with him or Algot.

"But Auro… Your wife isn't home now?" Algot swallowed hard, he lost his mature mask and looked nervous.

"No, she's in L.A. doing some promo for a designer thing."

Bill didn't say it was lingerie, maybe the boy would pass out then. Algot smiled wide again and Bill faked a smile back. He knew who his father was, a TV personality without integrity. The man had tried to befriend him several times but now had his son sneaking into his home instead.

×××

"Of course they aren't doing anything! She would never dare and I think Algot is gay!" Bill sat alone with his oldest daughter by the kitchen table and had asked about his middle daughter's boyfriend. His other daughters sat in front of the tv.

"Is he?" Bill asked, taking a sip of his red wine. His daughter drank Coke and ate peanuts.

"I don't know. Maybe bi? But they don't do anything."

Bill nodded and sighed.

"She talks so little nowadays…"

His daughter took a deep breath while she looked at her dad who looked sad and confused. She wanted to tell him that her sister looked at him and his wife strangely, that she didn't like seeing them together but didn't dare. It was her sister's problem and their father was so happy with his wife.

"Why did you take the round room instead of the gym for the nursery?"

Bill looked up and gave her a confused look. It was so off topic.

The upstairs was messy because they had taken out all the things from the round room. It had just been storage for Aurora's grande piano, her clothes and shoes after his kids moved in. There was no room for the things in the closet on the first floor so it had been placed in the round room. Now the round room's things were in the gym and their bedroom while they tried to find space for it.

"Because of the sun? In the gym it's morning sun so it would be quite hot there and Aurora was nervous so, the tower room was better. There’s not as many sun hours there."

"Oh." Said his daughter and nodded understandingly. She didn't believe the answer would be that good. Maybe her sister could understand that too.

She really wanted her father to tell this to her little sister but without telling him about her little sister's feelings. That would be hard and it became even harder when they came the next time and their dad and Aurora worked on the nursery every free moment. Aurora wanted them to have it as a project and welcomed his daughters to help but it was just the youngest who wanted to help. She just thought it was fun to look at all the pink things and imagine a baby in the room. She didn't care at all what room the baby got, she liked her room. His oldest daughter walked by sometimes mostly to laugh at Aurora who looked like a walrus when she walked around on all fours on the floor with her big belly. Aurora just joked back. They acted like friends. The middle girl stood sometimes and watched them and Bill tried to joke with her but she just shrugged her shoulders.

"You look funny like that," said the girl to Aurora who looked up at her with a smile. She wore white dungarees and just a pink crop top so her stomach was bare under the dungarees. Bill also looked up at his daughter but got another feeling. She almost looked mockingly towards Aurora. He hoped Aurora didn't notice it. What was happening? Had his ex told their twelve year old daughter something that made her hostile towards Aurora?

"Do you want to help me fold towels?" Aurora smiled towards the girl and showed her a towel with small ladybugs. She just shook her head and walked away. Bill looked at Aurora who watched her go. He could see she was hurt and he stood up from where he had been sitting on the floor framing pictures.

"Lou? Babe?" He said with a low voice and stroked her cheek. Aurora looked up at him and tried to smile but her eyes were shiny.

"Sorry I just…" she pulled in the door so it was almost closed but still so much open they could hear the kids.

"I'm just too sensitive… Hormones maybe? I don't know. It just feels like she looks at me differently." A tear slipped out from her eye but she wiped it away fast.

Bill didn't want to see Aurora cry and dragged his hands down her back and across her waist to their bump.

"She's just at that age… It had nothing to do with you. Okay?" He smiled at her and kissed her when he had made her smile. To his surprise she deepened the kiss and slid her hands under his t-shirt to drag her finger tips over his abs and Adonis belt. Bill kissed her neck but as usual she was too short and he got an ache in his back. He lifted her up on the closest flat surface, it was the nursing table and both of them giggled when they realized how weird it was he put her there. They looked at each other while laughing softly. They only had eyes for each other and didn't notice Bill's middle daughter looking at them through the crack in the door.

×

[zerolostwalks]

spotify wrapped: 29 :D please!

Thanks for the ask!! You picked a good one!

29 is as Good as it Gets by Little Hurt, which, is actually the vibe/inspiration song I've been using for the Reggie POV tie in to A Matter of Time. (Also I just decided I'm gonna include snippets, if it's fics I am already working on because why not)

((honestly I just feel this is a song that screams Reggie and there are a few different fic potentials for it. BUt I will stick to the A Matter of Time timeline below the cut))

Right now I am debating between two starting points, either the last big fight his parents had with his grandparents. Where it is heavily implied his grandparents planned on suing his parents for custody, and then his parents move to California.

The clearest earliest memory Reggie has was of his parents yelling at his grandparents. He knew there were earlier fights, they just weren’t as memorable. A monotonous daily occurrence that blended together to the point where it became a fact.  Parents fought. They hid their fighting as best as they could around others but no matter what, they fought.  It wasn’t until that fight with his grandparents that he’d even thought to question that fact. And only because of the one thing he’d heard his Pop bellow. Not a full blown yell but the first and only time Reggie’d ever heard him raise his voice like that.

The other starting point would be high school, when he actually first sees Julie. Then from there the story would follow Reggie during high school for a bit. Where we see Julie hanging out with them out of the periphery, the potential 'break up moment' between Luke and Julie. Which honestly can be it's own fic potential (Luke has dropped out, ran away from his parents, and he did not tell Julie. Julie's been worried, doesn't understand why Luke would abandon his parents that way, and is not ready to jump back into music)

Reggie sat waiting for Mr. Deckard to get in for the day. Personally he didn’t get along all that well with the guidance counselor. None of his friends did, really. The man had a set idea in his head of the proper path any upstanding youth should take in life, and pursuing a career as rock musicians did not fit in the mold. 

Unfortunately, Reggie was in the wretched position of needing Mr. Deckard's help. So he sat waiting in the uncomfortable chairs they used for the front office, fingers drumming on his thighs. Then they walked in, drowning in a plum colored flannel and a pair of loose fitting jeans ripped around the knees. He tried to not stare at the giant sun decorating the thigh of their pants leg, though he wondered where they even found pants like that. Maybe they made them themself, that’d be cool.

Then there'd be some of the build up of Sunset Curve's big break, going on tour, his health problems and then it's a matter of picking which scenes and moments from A Matter of Time get the Reggie focus.

Some other things revealed:

-Part of why he bought his own house was so he could move his grandma in with him, since she was having all the medical problems. She died before he even got the chance, other distant relatives argued he didn't have the right since he wasn't involved in her life...which not his fault.

-In the moments Reggie's alone on the bench before Julie shows up he has been spiraling. Been spiraling since he got the news about his heart. Hasn't even told the guys yet what the doctor has said. He's seriously contemplating just not getting the surgery. Plenty of rock stars die young. Some old insecurities flare up, and then Julie shows up and turns his night around.

-The food cabinet moment from A Matter of Time from Reggie's POV is different. Mostly because during high school years you learn that he had to do something similar out of necessity otherwise he didn't always have food to eat. So learning Julie has her own secret cabinet for her own food, he does not register it as Julie setting boundaries. He's thinking despite everything he went and somehow turned into his Dad. Which is part of what drives him to get so pushy about suddenly helping her. Dad never helped. hen she yells at him, and it's just all the alarm bells screaming.

Which is also part of why he goes to avoiding her. HE doesn't know how to fix this. Is this just the way relationships are?? Does everyone immediately turn into the worst versions of themselves when you get married?? Then you have the pizza apology and it's the first time Reggie's ever had even a glimmer of hope in a romantic relationship. Which doubles as a 'when did I start having romantic feelings here?"

-The post surgery almost fight when Reggie is getting annoyed at Julie for acting like his nurse is when he realizes he is like seriously in love with her. But figures he can't openly admit that. Especially when she keeps insisting how they're friends.

-He does have a bit of a panic attack when Julie gets sick. A combination of can't even take care of her and more irrational the universe doesn't want him happy. Willie talks him down from that one over the phone. (Also Willie def suspects something after Reggie has to think about the bedroom thing, and also sees that Reggie's bedroom is very Reggie with no Julie anything in there. Willie chooses to keep quiet)

-Then towards the end is the main reason I ever started considering making this Reggie POV fic in the first place. Sunset Curve are having a songwriting or Jam session at Alex, Luke, and Willie's place when Carrie just won't stop calling Bobby. No one knows what to expect when they hear Carrie and another voice very animatedly talk on the phone. No one expects Bobby to turn around look Reggie dead in the eye and says "Julie's moving out?"

Everyone sort of panic as Reggie tries to keep brushing it off and avoiding the whole story. At least until it's Willie who ask "Does she even know you love her?" or something. Which of course throws everyone else off because why wouldn't she know that.

Then the whole story comes tumbling out and everyone is like you two are morons. Flynn and Carrie (having been put on speakerphone by this point) insist Julie doesn't want to leave and the two of them need to ACTUALLY talk.

[relax-o-vision]

Valentina has had knee problems we couldn't find the source for. The vet said she's just oversensitive and we should wait for symptoms to get more severe.

We didn't, of course, but went for a second opinion instead. Turns out she has bowlegs and needs surgery for her kneecap to stay in place.

She's 18 months old and loves to jump and play so it's not gonna be easy to keep her in a box for several weeks.

It's not the end of the world and she's fine mostly. But I wanted to share this rare picture of her covered under a blanket and with her teddy, and tell you about her, I guess.

Also, before you get pets, please consider if you actually have the money and the time and energy to care for them. Valentina is a very sweet, friendly dog and I wouldn't want to have to make a decision to her detriment just because I can't afford the alternative.

[miras-ash]

Chapter 9 of "Just as the stars love the night"

Mira's pov

"Liz? Lizzie!" Someone shouted from the other side of the large helicopter cargo bay and came walking quickly toward us. It was Hibana. She dropped to her knees beside me, gently took Eliza's face in her hands and stroked her cheeks with her thumbs.

With moisty eyes, she then looked at me.

"Why is she so cold? Why is she still unconscious? Mira what's happening to her?"

It was the first time in months that I saw her so upset and it made me anxious too. Thank God Doc came to the rescue.

"She's weak and Finka gave her an adrenaline boost to get her through, her body is exhausted. When we get to Nighthaven, we'll know more."

"Why Nighthaven? She has to go back home to us, right?"

Obviously Yumiko was a little out of it, or so it seemed so I took her in my arms to comfort her, that was something I had to remind myself lately, Yumi and Eliza were like sisters. Of course it was just as hard for her as it was for me. Even though I wanted to stay with Eliza, I trusted that she was safe so I took Hibana and sat with her a little further away. My arm around her shoulder, she leaned her head against mine and closed her eyes and I closed mine.

I really didn't want to fall asleep, but I was so damn tired.

When I woke up the last ones were packing up everything and leaving the helicopter. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, she was gone. I jumped up and ran, only to bump directly into Yumiko and Jordan.

"Where is she, where did they take her?"

I quickly tried to run past them but didn't get very far because they stopped me together.

"Mira you need to calm down, they took her to the infirmary right away, she's probably already in surgery. Remember she is in good hands. Gustave will take care of her himself and Nighthaven has fabulous doctors too. There's nothing you can do now anyway."

And that was the problem, I was once again powerless. Anyway, this was all my fault, if she hadn't left instead of me, I would be lying there now fighting for my life.

"That's not fair. She didn't deserve that."

Somewhat confused, they both looked at me.

"Of course not and that was never the point. She was just damn unlucky but at the same time incredibly lucky, after all she's still alive and back with us now."

Now it was up to Yumiko, she took me in her arms and hugged me tightly and it felt incredibly good.

Together we went inside where Ela was waiting for us, she led us to the common room which was a bit crowded because Nighthaven and Rainbow Operator met there together. What an unusual sight. Yesterday we were two rival almost enemy units and today we had worked and sat peacefully together.

We sat down at a free table and took off our still wet and cold armor. That would have to do, I would have plenty of time to change later. Someone handed out hot coffee and tea to everyone and small groups formed which now chatted boisterously with each other. Again and again, my old and new colleagues came by to inquire about me and wish me well, which drove me crazy and again and again I looked at the clock. Time passed so incredibly slowly.

Suddenly a small bright scream, startled I looked over to the door. Pulse was standing there, holding little Maho in his arms, who hurriedly came towards me and threw herself into my arms.

"Aunt Lena!!! We haven't seen each other for so long. Dad told me that you are here and also mom and Jordan and.... And then... And there are soooo many here!"

She barely managed to put it all into words. She jumped around on my lap and looked at me with big, shining eyes.

"And Dad said that Auntie Lizzie is here?! He said something really bad happened and that's why everyone thought she was gone forever but it was all just a big misunderstanding. He said she is really sick and she has to go to the doctor now."

It was all a bit much at once, I loved Maho but I was overwhelmed. How could I explain to a child what had happened? I could hardly handle it myself.

Yumiko probably saw what was going on and took her daughter in her arms.

"Hey baby, Aunt Lena is really tired. She's been on duty all day and is just waiting to see Auntie Lizzie and then it's off to bed for her. Speaking of bed... What are you doing here?"

Maho blushed and tried to avoid her mother's gaze.

"I was supposed to be sleeping, but I was so excited so I snuck past dad and when he caught me I said "please" until we got here."

Yumiko gave Jack a quick glance and then turned her attention back to Maho.

She's grown so much in the last few months and seeing her now brought out feelings of guilt in me. Only half a year ago she had been with us so often, stayed over, been on trips with us but after Eliza's supposed passing I had withdrawn too much, had no time left except for work. Damn it! Another thing I had screwed up.

The room emptied more and more from hour to hour. Meanwhile it became three o'clock in the morning and except the small kitchen radio it was quiet. Most of the people had already gone to bed, Kali had also provided rooms for her guests. After all her base was big enough.

Only she, Hibana and I were still there, waiting for something to happen. Another hour later, there was a knock on the door and a visibly exhausted Doc was standing there. I jumped up and went to meet him. The other two followed my lead.

I imagined the most horrible things, he would say she had not made it and that they had done everything but it had not been enough in the end. I felt dizzy, I had been awake for almost 30 hours now, apart from my little nap in the helicopter. I hadn't eaten anything since then either and the stress. I closed my eyes and tried to brace myself for the worst. Doc's voice just barely got through to me.

"It wasn't easy, but she'll survive."

[brckenoncs]

(—) ★ spotted!! MICAH KENNEDY on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 22 year old looks like HERO FIENNES TIFFIN, but i don’t really see it. while  the RETIRED ATHLETE/REALITY TV STAR is known for being AMBITIOUS my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be ALOOF i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song LOSING MY RELIGION by R.E.M  { he/him, cismale}

the statistics

name: Micah Kennedy age: Twenty-One dob: April 1, 2002 gender: Cismale sexuality: Pansexual occupation: Olympic Swimming Gold Medalist for 50m Freestyle - 2020 Olympic Games, Olympic Swimming Gold Medalist for 100m Freestyle - 2020 Olympic Games, Olympic Swimming Gold Medalist for 100m Butterfly - 2020 Olympic Games, Olympic Swimming Gold Medalist for 4x100m Medley - 2020 Olympic Games,  Olympic Swimming Gold Medalist for 4x100m Freestyle - 2020 Olympic Games Reality TV Star - Current, Pianist - Current parents: Jordana Kennedy, unknown father siblings: Madeline Kennedy (twin, 21), Wednesday Kennedy (5) swimming career claim: Caeleb Dressel (minus the Rio de Janeiro Games)

the history

Growing up on camera would have thought to have made a bigger impact on Micah’s life than he let it. From a young age he was trained to have no qualms of the spotlight and made zero fuss when it came to his family’s hit reality tv show. To him, it was just another day at home.

At three years old, no one could keep him out of the ocean. His fascination with swimming and the water was unexplainable but it wasn’t long before he was enrolled in private swimming lessons.

At five years old he made the resolution to go to the Olympics and spent his entire life training to do so. It was amazing when he qualified for the 2020 Olympics at only 17 years old and even more of an accomplishment when he went on to win 5 gold medals, adding him to the list of only four other Americans to win that many in one Olympic Games. Also became the first male swimmer to win gold medals in the 50m freestyle, 100m freestyle and the 100m butterfly in the same games. 

tw: car accident In July of this last year, Micah was out with his sister at a party. She had gotten a bit out of control and Micah jumped into the car with her to stop her from driving away. She did so anyways and ended up crashing it. Micah ended up having to have surgery on his knee, which got completely twisted around during the accident, and his shoulder suffered a tear in his rotator cuff. The doctors had identified that the shoulder problem had been ongoing for a while, just escalated from the accident, but thus confirmed that he would need years of physical therapy to be able to walk normally again and couldn’t clear him to compete in swimming any longer – ending the career he spent his entire life working towards.

This pushed the already recluse of the Kennedy family further into a hole, finding it hard to get out of bed. The best therapy – both physically and mentally – was started and Micah tried to get back to his life as little as he could.

His therapist suggested picking up a hobby and piano seemed to be the only thing that stuck. Now all of his time is dedicated to mastering the skill and trying to grow from there. 

Though he doesn’t state it, Micah is resentful of both his sister and being a Kennedy. He loves his family, truly and dearly, he doesn’t understand how she could put either of them into the situation and why this was the one thing that his family name couldn’t solve. He had tried to make a name on his own and it was thrown back into his face.

updated information ( TW pregnancy, TW NICU , TW depression , TW suicidal thoughts ): after his accident, Micah spent weeks trying to get around feeling like he didn't belong. imposter syndrome overtook him as he felt as though he didn't fit into the Kennedy mold, was selfish for how he had originally broken up with Melrose Levington, selfish for hurting Archie Sinclair, the whole nine yards. It wasn't until he had a breakdown to his mother, Jordana Kennedy, who helped him get into a therapist and into programs -- which worked for a little while. That was until he found out that Melrose was pregnant and after a paternity test it was found that he was the father of her unborn child. After a rather easy pregnancy, their daughter was born suddenly months early and little miss Juniper Levington-Kennedy has been in the NICU fighting for her life.

[dog-braces]

Understanding the Complexity of Dog Knee Pain

Helping Your Pup Move Freely Again

A Walk Cut Short: One Dog Owner’s Wake-Up Call

It started like any other Saturday morning. Sarah clipped the leash onto Max, her 6-year-old Labrador, and they headed out to their favorite trail in rural Oregon. But halfway through their walk, Max suddenly limped, whimpered, and sat down. He refused to budge. What Sarah thought was just stiffness turned out to be something more: Dog Knee Pain caused by a partially torn ACL.

The vet handed her options—surgery, physical therapy, and a Dog Knee Brace. Like many dog owners, she had questions, doubts, and concerns. That moment sent her on a journey most pet parents don’t expect until they’re in it. So let’s break down the real story behind dog knee pain and what solutions, including braces, are actually out there.

Why Dog Knee Pain Is More Complex Than You Think

Most dog owners associate limping with aging, overexertion, or minor injury. But Dog Knee Pain is often a sign of something deeper—like cranial cruciate ligament (CCL) damage (the dog version of the ACL in humans).

According to the American College of Veterinary Surgeons (ACVS), CCL injuries are the most common orthopedic condition in dogs, affecting an estimated 1 in 5 dogs over their lifetime.

But here’s what most websites won’t tell you: Dog Knee Pain can be caused by subtle, often-overlooked factors, including:

Biomechanical Imbalances: Dogs with longer hind limbs or poor posture often develop uneven wear and tear on their knees.

Genetic Disposition: Breeds like Labradors, Rottweilers, and Bulldogs are predisposed to knee injuries—not just because of size, but joint structure.

Inactive Lifestyle: A sedentary lifestyle weakens supporting muscles, making injuries more likely even with light exercise.

And unlike humans, dogs can’t tell you how bad the pain is. They compensate with altered gait and posture, which can eventually lead to hip, spine, and even shoulder problems.

Is Surgery the Only Answer?

Not always. Surgery is often recommended, especially in severe cases, but it’s costly—often ranging from $3,000 to $5,000 per knee, with weeks of recovery. That’s where alternatives like Dog Knee Braces come into the picture.

The Rise of the Dog Knee Brace: More Than Just Support

A Dog Knee Brace helps stabilize the joint, prevent further damage, and promote healing—whether you’re post-surgery or avoiding it altogether. What sets a good brace apart?

Compression & Stability: Helps reduce inflammation and improve mobility.

Adjustability: For dogs with unique sizes or joint angles, a Custom Dog Knee Brace may be ideal.

Material Quality: Look for breathable, non-slip fabric—especially if you're shopping on platforms like Dog Knee Brace Amazon.

A 2022 study in the Journal of Veterinary Orthopedics showed that 64% of dogs wearing knee braces (alongside therapy) showed significant improvement within 8 weeks.

Choosing the Right One: What to Know

Not all braces are created equal. Some top categories include:

Vet Recommended Dog Knee Brace: These are often tested and proven for clinical outcomes.

Dog Knee Brace for Arthritis: Designed for senior dogs with degenerative joint conditions.

Best Dog Knee Brace for Torn ACL: These provide strong lateral support for ligament tears.

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Final Thoughts: Walks Are Meant to Be Enjoyed

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Sources:

American College of Veterinary Surgeons – www.acvs.org

Journal of Veterinary Orthopedics, 2022 Clinical Study

Canine Arthritis Management – www.caninearthritis.co.uk

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[sonicasura]

Could be worse. My home is at least not waterlogged like some of my nabors. Though its not so bad being at my parents place anyways. Mom got knee surgery a few days ago and my dad needs the extra help with certain chores down the in basement. Beside, its good to be back here anyways. I've missed being with my parent.

Anyways. They first got to make a camera that can withstand the pressure down in the depths and the energy from the layline found in Kafka's nest in Sonic. Thats gonna take a while even with Kafka offering new materials that can help. But once that is done though, you bet Kafka is taking it cause he is very worried he might have accidently gathered a lot of stuff that he shouldn't have. Everyone finds out that Kafka has the US famously lost 1.1 kiloton nuclear bomb in his nest. The only good part of it is that Kafka has it placed where a lot of lead ore can be found and thuse has avoid a lot of contamination trouble in the long run.

Now they just have to figure out how to get it out safely as the bomb itself is old and it clear time have not been kind to it.

That could work but I fear Kafka is gonna find it very awkward to hunt lionfish at first Sonic. Never mind his actual size causing all the issues and he can't stay in human form to catch them, but theres the fact that Lailis original form is that of a lionfish as well. Remember that fact Sonic? Though it is a pit ironic that Lailis don't really mind as she actually finds the lionfish to be delish to eat in her new form. Mostly because she needs the poison inside the fish to make her own poison. Many places are gonna find their lionfish problems to be none exsistent once Kafka allows Lailis to travle on her own.

Anyhow. When things becomes more intimate between Kafka, Mina and Soshiro, the real spicy stuff starts. And to put it in as a friendly way as possible, Mina and Soshiro tried to use tentacle and monster porn to prepare themself and lets just say it was a waste of time and effort. Kafka has managed to use his body manipulation shapeshifting ability to give those to a experience one can only dream of in deepest and dirtiest place in your mind. Granted, he has to do it in his stealth form cause he is too big to othewise do it safely or even get his own pleasure from it. Both Mina and Soshiro are making plans to pay him back ten times over.

As for whether or not theres gonna be kids? We'll have to see after the final fight in canon and what happens next. I need more time to work out a proper base line before I add such things. That being said though, how many kids do you think these three should have? I'm kinda thinking of going so far as nonuplets just for a start and maybe go from there if I want the largest number possible when it comes to how much a human body can take.

Ah. Hopefully things work out well on your own end.

True unless Kafka's nest has a section not engulfed in water. Like he hides the camera in his mouth and then takes it out there. A sorta cheat until they can make sturdier ones.

Our himbo would be sweating a bit upon realizing the insane bomb he has. I think the best Kafka can do is seal it away until a proper transport method is possible. Maybe move his living quarters a little further away.

A number of merfolk wouldn't be that bothered about eating an animal related to their bottom halves. It isn't exactly cannibalism. Plus like Lailis here, this might actually be needed for certain medical reasons.

Kafka is a cephalopod so things are getting weird in all parts of the sexual department. Never the fact he can alter his biology to insane levels. Plus knowing him, he would use a male seahorse's biology so neither of his mates have to worry about who's stuck carrying.

That or he gets super creative. A cursed thought is Kafka just takes a page out of Kirby Right Back At You with the octopus monster from the first episode. Spawns some eggs outta the suction cups that been fertilized with all three's respective DNA.

Basically eldritch style some kids if his mates want them.

Check 3:30 for that particular part.

[nursingwriter]

¶ … obese patients have more psychosomatic illnesses following surgery than non-obese patients have. The writer explores research about psychosomatic conditions and obesity and then proposes a study including the methodology. The psychological aspect of psychosomatic illness will be studied using a case study method. The study will include participants who are obese as well as participants who are not obese. There were five sources used to complete this paper. Obesity has been reported as an American epidemic. The most recent research on obesity statistics indicates that 65% of Americans are overweight. A large percentage of those are considered obese with a BMI of more than 30(Dahm, 2005). Many diseases and health issues have been linked to obesity over the years. Heart problems, knee and other joint issues, diabetes and cancer have all shown proven correlations to obesity in the American population. The health issues that are related to obesity can also create the need for surgery. Whether it is surgery for cancer or a gastric by-pass, surgery on obese patients is performed daily throughout the nation. One of the most important aspects of recovery from surgery is the mental attitude of the patient. Patients that are upbeat, willing to follow post-op instructions and eager to get back on their feet generally fare better than those who are stressed and feeling poorly. Psychosomatic illness and disorder can occur during the post-op phase of recovery. When a recovering surgical patient believes that he or she is ill, whether it is a real or imagined illness their recovery can become obstructed. Psychosomatic issues are common among the obese pre-op patients according to research. While little research has been conducted that directly address the question of post operative psychosomatic issues among obese people, there have been many studies conducted with regards to obese people, obese patients, psychosomatic illness and disorder and obesity and psychosomatic illness. The literature concludes there are overwhelmingly seeming ties between the issues which does not conclusively answer the question about obesity and post op psychosomatic illness, but points in the direction of a need for further study about the issue. One study found that eating disorders among the obese is common. The binging and purging are symptoms of the disorder in which the participant believes that they can control their lives by controlling the food that goes into and come out of their body. The study used 75 subjects that were drawn from a pool of volunteers that were advertised for through local newspapers and college student notification. All subjects were female and were between the ages of 20 and 69 years old (Boulton, 2005). The group of volunteers was divided into eating disordered and non-eating disordered. While the study itself was focused on researching the eating disorders themselves the study noted a significant number of those reporting eating disorders were overweight or obese (Boulton, 2005). Another study examined the impact of rapid weight loss by previously obese patients on their marital satisfaction. The resulting data provided conflicting results as to the incidence of psychosomatic illness in obese patients (Wampler, 2000). A third study worked to identify psychosomatic family traits in the families of obese patients. Harkaway and her associates (Doherty & Harkaway, 1990; Harkaway, 1983, 1986, 1987, 1989; Harkaway & Madsen, 1989) have conceptualized the problems of weight gain, loss, and maintenance systemically. This conceptualization is consistent with earlier research on psychosomatic families (Minuchin, 1977), demonstrating that family dynamics play a critical role in both brittle diabetes and anorexia in adolescents (Health, 2000)." The research team came to believe that obesity may be based in the desire to control the family. According to the researchers the desire for control translates into telling family members what to eat and using food as a way to control intimacy. This is done through the use of psychosomatic illness in which the obese person feels and believes that he or she or various family members suffer from unproven disorders or diseases that can be assisted by eating (Health, 2000). The basis for these study results is based in an exhaustive literature review conducted by the research team. Psychosomatic illness and disorder has been shown to be responsible for many conditions including chronic pain (Merrick, 2005). One study found a strong correlation of past abuse and the psychosomatic incidence of chronic pain. In other studies it has been shown that there are significant correlations between past abuse and adult obesity. While it does not show a direct link there can be a summation that the prevalence of past abuse among the obese might also create an environment that can create psychosomatic illness and disorder (Merrick, 2005). The most likely reason for this connection between abuse and chronic pain is the notion that strong negative emotions are repressed by the person in the emotionally painful moment of abuse. In holistic therapy, where the focus is on integrating body, feelings, and mind, we often find such feelings "hidden in the tissues and organs of the body," causing not only pain but also actual disease. In a multidisciplinary treatment of a patient with chronic pain, it is therefore necessary to remain open to the possibility that the root cause may not be visible initially and that it may indeed be quite ugly (Merrick, 2005). " Given the possibility that psychosomatic and emotional elements contribute to and are present in many diseases it is important to distinguish between primary pain, (organic) and secondary pain (which can be psychosomatic) (Merrick, 2005). Another study examined the use of coronary medications in patients with heart disease and depression. The study found that patients who had illness that was psychological by nature were not taking their beta blockers and other heart medications as prescribed, which increased the possibility of their having a future incident related to their heart issues. The study included men and women who had been diagnosed with and were being treated for heart problems (Tucker, 2005). The study further divided the group into those who had been diagnosed with depression and those that had not been diagnosed with depression. Those who were not taking depression medication but had a diagnosis of depression proved to be less diligent about taking their prescribed heart medication as well. While this study was primarily for the purpose of researching depression and medication compliance the results can be extrapolated to understand that those with disorders that are psychological in nature are more likely to place themselves at risk for physiological issues as well. (Tucker, 2005) It is important to be able to determine when a patient has a psychosomatic illness or disorder as compared to a biological and physiological disorder. The purity of the study will depend on being able to define between the two. One recent study detailed the differences and provided a list of elements that are commonly associated with psychosomatic behaviors and disorders. If the patient demands excessive attention, it could indicate a psychosomatic situation. The patient or the patient's family members calling the physicians office many times over a short time or showing up without a scheduled appointment may indicate there is a psychosomatic background for the patients' complaints. In addition "the patient may go to the emergency room unnecessarily. The patient is seeking validation of physical suffering. Usually the patient is also trying to convince the clinician that the symptoms are severe enough to warrant more tests and/or more medication. " Another indicator that the problems are more mind-based than body-based is if the patient refuses to comply with a carefully planned treatment. In this case the physician will have discussed the symptoms, the preferred treatment and any medication or therapy needs the patient has. Together they will create a plan of action to treat the patient but the patient not only ignores the agreed upon treatment plan but also continues to seek out other opinions from other clinicians or Emergency Room physicians. The patient may begin to accuse the doctor of mistreating him or her as the doctor continues to point out that there is no biological bases for the symptoms. The patient may insist on having prescriptions written for narcotics or muscle relaxants. This can also happen in a drug addict situation but in a psychosomatic situation the patient believes that the pain or problem is real and is demanding the medications not out of an addictive need for the drug but because they believe they need them to take care of the psychosomatic illness. Finally the psychosomatic patient will insist that tests be ordered which are unnecessary. The symptoms of psychosomatic illness are clearly defined and will play an important role in the study of obesity in post op patients and the incidence of psychosomatic disorders. Post operative patients are often given many directions to follow. They are asked to comply with diet restrictions, exercise steps and follow up visit schedules to follow. Several past research studies have shown that people who are obese may be more likely to suffer from psychosomatic illness and that psychosomatic illness may have an impact on how compliant the obese person is following surgery. References Boulton, Martha (2005) Exploring alexithymia, depression, and binge eating in self-reported eating disorders in women. Perspectives in Psychiatric Care Dahm, Lori (2005) Obesity update: are we getting any thinner?(Special Report) Private Label Buyer Merrick, Joav (2005) Psychosomatic reasons for chronic pains.(Editorial) Southern Medical Journal ____(2006) Obese people may be more sensitive to pain.(NEWS Breaks)(Brief article) Nutrition Today PORTER, LAWRENCE C. WAMPLER, RICHARD S (2000) Adjustment to Rapid Weight Loss. Families, Systems & Health Rubin, Jay J. (2005) Psychosomatic pain: new insights and management strategies.(CME Topic: Psychosomatic Pain) Southern Medical Journal Tucker, Miriam E. (2005) Depression tied to poor adherence to cardiac Rx: results of two studies show that use of aspirin and -blockers was lower in depressed patients.(Psychosomatic Medicine) Clinical Psychiatry News METHODOLOGY This study will seek to determine whether or not obese post operative patients have a higher incidence of psychosomatic disorders and illnesses than non-obese post op patients have. Need for study The need for this study is evidenced in several ways. There has been a lot of research done regarding obesity. There has been a lot of research done about psychosomatic illness and disorder, however there has been little research done about the incidence of psychosomatic illness in post op obese patients. This is an important question to answer for several reasons. The post operative care of any patient can be time consuming and costly. If a patient has psychosomatic issues along with the biological recovery issues it can mean additional physician visits, additional, medications and therapies and additional time spent on the patient that could have been better utilized. With the ever increasing need to keep insurance costs to a minimum it becomes important to curtail time used on patient visits that are not necessary, including visits based on psychosomatic events. In addition it is important that the patients recover with as few complications as possible. Past literature does indicate that obese patients already have a higher incidence of psychosomatic illness. This can translate into non-compliance with post-operative instructions according to one recent study. This non-compliance could reduce the effectiveness of treatment as the patient does not comply with basic needed steps to recover. The need for the study become evidence when it will impact the future recovery of obese post op patients thereby reducing cost to the consumers as well as the medical profession. STATEMENT OF PROBLEM There have been many studies done on the different elements of this issue but there has not been research conducted on the actual question about the possible correlation of all of the elements combined. This study will address the direct question. METHODOLOGY There were several possible research methods that were examined and rejected for this study. The final decision was that the survey method will be used for this research. It is important to understand why other methods were rejected to understand why the survey method was chosen as the best for this particular project. There are many methods that can be used in the field of research. Among the more popular methods used are the survey, the case study, the literature study and the experiment. Each of these methods has strengths and weaknesses and they are individually applicable to research as they match up with the study need. In the case of literature reviews it is a popular method when one wants to further investigate something that has already been scrutinized. Literature revises are useful when a topic is historic or extremely popular and the research team wants to analyze what has already been discovered about it. It is conducted through the use of seeking out published studies on the topic and analyzing their results. With this method it is important to seek out studies that yielded different results so that the current study can remain pure. This method was not acceptable for the study that will be conducted regarding the psychosomatic incidence in obese post op patients when compared to the incidence in non-obese patients because little to no research has been conducted on the topic. For a literature review to be effective it is important to be able to gather a cross section of studies and evaluate them against each other to draw a conclusion. If little to no research has been done the analysis will be incomplete. CASE STUDIES Case studies are valued because they allow the individual case to be studied in depth and at length. A case study allows for conversations that can be very open ended and for length observations that can answer questions more in-depth that many other methods can do. Case studies are excellent forms of research for many studies but for this one it will not provide enough data to be able to provide an accurate portrayal of the situation. Experiments are another respected source of research. There are many experiments conducted each year in the field of research. Research has assisted the field of medicine in the development of procedures, medications and improvements to treatments. Experiments allow a hypothesis to be tested first hand and provide actual observation of the hypothesis in motion. In the case of this study however, an experiment would not be feasible as it is testing the post operative incidence of psychosomatic disorder in obese patients. For the purpose of this study the research team will use a survey method. The survey will be completed by physicians and surgeons that have been involved in the post operative treatment of patients who are obese and patients who are not obese. The population for this study will be physicians. The participants will be those who send back the survey and it is completed correctly. The participants will be located through hospital rosters. The surgeons and physicians will treat adult patients and will be sent a pre-information packet asking if they would be willing to participate in the study. There will be 50 pre-information packets sent out with a one month window to have the answers back. Of those who agree to participate the survey questions will be sent with instructions on filling them out. They will be asked to assess five post op obese patients and five post op non-obese patients each. The survey will be divided into three sections. The first section will gather general demographic information. It will ask the physician's background, specialties, number of completed surgeries this year if any, number patients within the practice and type of services offered. The second section will examine the patient's profiles. It will address each of the 10 patients that the physician will evaluate. The name of the patient will not be asked to be able to maintain the privacy of the patient in question and to eliminate the need to obtain permission for that patient's information to be used in the study. In addition there will be no identifying questions asked about the patient. The patient's history, age, weight, and need for surgery will be asked for and the date of the completed procedure. The third section will be the most involved and will ask the doctor to detail how many post operative visits were provided, including in the hospital. It will ask what those visits were for on an individual basis. This means the doctor will be asked to describe the visit and its purpose and its date. The doctor will also be asked to answer as to whether or not the patient fits any of the following criteria: Was the patient displaying any of the following behaviors? If so which ones? Demanding excessive attention. The patient or spouse may assault your office with repeated phone calls or may show up in your office without an appointment. Alternatively, and more dramatically, the patient may go to the emergency room unnecessarily. The patient is seeking validation of physical suffering. Usually the patient is also trying to convince the clinician that the symptoms are severe enough to warrant more tests and/or more medication (Tucker, 2005)." Malcompliance with carefully planned and discussed treatment (Tucker, 2005). Anger and false accusations about "mistreatment." For this reason, always have a chaperone even if the patient brought a spouse or friend. Relentless pursuit of muscle relaxants or narcotics (ie, drug-seeking behavior). Convincing you to order or perform invasive tests or procedures after other evaluations yield no diagnosis. Thereafter, imagined side effects or actual complications may occur. The clinician is seen as the perpetrator of the procedure, becomes responsible for many additional symptoms, and remains "joined" to this patient. This may explain why some surgeons often give unwarranted and extraordinarily generous disability and impairment "rewards" to histrionic patients who are unhappy with the outcome of an operation. Perhaps this is given as a remedy to appease a dissatisfied customer and to avoid potential litigation. However, the unwarranted legitimization of disease could ultimately strengthen an unfounded lawsuit from a patient rendered "totally disabled (Tucker, 2005)." The doctor will be asked to track the post op visits, treatments and follow up for six months before sending the survey back. DATA COLLECTION At the seven-month mark the surveys that have been received will be individually accessed with the information being logged into a data base to determine the outcome. LIMITATIONS OF STUDY The research team has to depend on the physicians to be diligent in the survey completion and the return of the surveys. They are also being asked to pick the patients which takes the control of random selection away from the research team itself. CONCLUSION The need for this study is evident. The cost factor of psychosomatic illnesses may be reduced if it can be determined whether or not the obese patient population has a higher incidence of psychosomatic illness in post op. If it does then future steps can be taken to better prepare the obese patient population for surgery to reduce the incidence of post op psychometric illness. REFERENCE Tucker, Miriam E. Read the full article

[intekhaborthopaedics]

Ligament tear surgery cost ?

Ligament injuries are among the most common musculoskeletal problems affecting athletes, active individuals, and even the general population. When left untreated, they can cause chronic pain, instability, and long-term damage to the joint. For patients seeking effective and minimally invasive treatment, arthroscopy has become a preferred option. Dr. Intekhab Alam is known for Best Arthroscopy and Ligament Surgeon in Lucknow, his exceptional expertise in arthroscopic ligament surgeries, offering advanced treatment solutions to patients with varied needs.

This case study delves into the costs, real-world patient experiences, and the lessons learned from ligament tear surgeries, offering insights for anyone considering this life-changing procedure.

What is Ligament Tear Surgery?

Ligament tears occur when the connective tissues that stabilize joints are overstretched or ruptured. These injuries are common in high-impact sports like football, basketball, and cricket, but they can also result from accidents or sudden twisting movements.

The most frequently affected ligament is the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), followed by the posterior cruciate ligament (PCL), medial collateral ligament (MCL), and lateral collateral ligament (LCL). Severe injuries often require surgical intervention to restore stability and function.

Arthroscopic ligament surgery is a minimally invasive approach to repairing or reconstructing torn ligaments. It involves making small incisions to insert a camera (arthroscope) and specialized surgical instruments into the joint. This technique ensures faster recovery, reduced scarring, and fewer complications compared to open surgery.

How Much Does Ligament Tear Surgery Cost in Lucknow?

The cost of ligament tear surgery varies depending on multiple factors, including:

Type of Surgery: Different procedures, such as ACL reconstruction or multi-ligament repair, have distinct costs due to their complexity.

Surgeon’s Expertise: The experience and skill of the surgeon significantly impact the cost. Renowned specialists like Dr. Intekhab Alam often command higher fees for their proven expertise.

Hospital Facilities: Modern, well-equipped hospitals with advanced surgical technology may charge a premium.

Rehabilitation Requirements: Post-surgical care, including physiotherapy, medications, and follow-up consultations, adds to the overall expense.

In Lucknow, the average cost of ligament tear surgery ranges from ₹1,20,000 to ₹2,50,000. While this figure may seem significant, patients often find it to be a worthwhile investment in restoring their mobility and quality of life.

Real-World Patient Story: From Injury to Recovery

Case Study: Rekindling a Passion for Fitness

Anjali Singh, a 32-year-old fitness enthusiast from Lucknow, sustained an ACL tear while practicing CrossFit. Initially opting for conservative treatment, she experienced persistent instability in her knee, which interfered with her daily activities and workouts.

Anjali consulted Dr. Intekhab Alam, who performed a detailed evaluation and explained her options. She decided to undergo ACL reconstruction using an arthroscopic approach.

Procedure Details:

The surgery involved harvesting a graft from Anjali’s hamstring to replace the torn ligament.

The entire procedure was completed in 90 minutes, with minimal blood loss and no complications.

Outcome:

Hospital Stay: One day.

Rehabilitation: Anjali began physiotherapy within 10 days and achieved full knee function in six months.

Total Cost: ₹1,75,000, including surgery, hospital stay, and rehabilitation.

Anjali is now back to her fitness routine, stronger than ever, and serves as an advocate for timely treatment and post-surgical care.

Key Factors Affecting Surgical Success

For patients like Anjali and others who undergo ligament tear surgery, several factors contribute to the overall success of the procedure:

Prompt Diagnosis: Identifying ligament injuries early ensures that patients can receive timely surgical intervention, preventing further joint damage.

Skilled Surgeon: The experience of the surgeon plays a pivotal role. Surgeons like Dr. Intekhab Alam, who specialize in arthroscopy, are better equipped to handle complex cases.

Rehabilitation Adherence: Post-surgical physiotherapy is critical for restoring joint mobility and strength. Patients who diligently follow their rehab programs experience better outcomes.

Patient Commitment: A proactive approach to recovery, including maintaining a healthy lifestyle and avoiding undue stress on the operated joint, significantly impacts results.

Benefits of Arthroscopic Ligament Surgery

Compared to traditional open surgery, arthroscopic ligament surgery offers numerous advantages:

Minimally Invasive: Smaller incisions lead to reduced scarring and quicker recovery times.

Precision: The use of an arthroscope allows surgeons to visualize the joint clearly and operate with greater accuracy.

Lower Risk of Infection: Smaller wounds and advanced surgical techniques reduce the chances of post-operative infections.

Faster Recovery: Most patients return to normal activities within six months, with proper rehabilitation.

Patient Outcomes and Success Stories

Dr. Intekhab Alam has performed numerous ligament tear surgeries with exceptional outcomes. Here are a few notable examples:

Rehabilitation of a Professional Cricketer: A 24-year-old cricketer from Lucknow underwent ACL reconstruction after an injury during a tournament. Post-surgery, the patient followed an intensive rehabilitation program and returned to competitive cricket within eight months.

Recovery of an Elderly Patient: A 60-year-old man with a PCL tear regained full knee stability and resumed his active lifestyle following surgery. The minimally invasive procedure ensured a quick recovery with minimal discomfort.

These success stories highlight the life-changing impact of advanced medical care provided by skilled professionals.

Challenges and Lessons Learned

While ligament tear surgery has a high success rate, it is not without challenges. Patients and medical professionals can learn valuable lessons from these experiences:

Patient Education: Many patients delay surgery due to a lack of awareness about their condition. Comprehensive consultations and clear communication about the benefits of surgery are essential.

Cost Management: For some patients, the cost of surgery is a barrier. Hospitals and surgeons offering affordable packages and financing options can make treatment accessible to a wider audience.

Post-Surgical Compliance: A small percentage of patients experience suboptimal outcomes due to poor adherence to rehabilitation protocols. Ensuring consistent follow-up and support can address this issue.

Mental Resilience: Recovery is not just physical but also psychological. Encouraging patients to stay motivated and patient during their rehabilitation journey is crucial for success.

Why Choose Arthroscopic Surgery in Lucknow?

Lucknow has emerged as a hub for advanced orthopedic care, with specialists like Dr. Intekhab Alam leading the way. Patients benefit from:

World-Class Infrastructure: The city boasts hospitals equipped with cutting-edge technology for precise and safe surgical procedures.

Cost-Effectiveness: Compared to metropolitan cities, Lucknow offers high-quality medical care at more affordable rates.

Access to Experts: Surgeons in Lucknow, including Dr. Intekhab Alam, have extensive experience and a proven track record of success in arthroscopic surgeries.

Final Thoughts

Ligament tear surgery is a transformative procedure that restores mobility and enhances the quality of life for patients. Whether you’re an athlete aiming to return to peak performance or someone looking to regain everyday functionality, timely intervention is crucial.

As this case study illustrates, patients in Lucknow can rely on skilled professionals like Dr. Intekhab Alam for effective, affordable, and patient-centered care. His expertise in arthroscopic techniques ensures minimal discomfort, faster recovery, and long-lasting results.

By understanding the costs, outcomes, and the importance of post-surgical care, you can make an informed decision about your treatment. Don’t let a ligament injury hold you back—take the first step toward recovery today.

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[koreanserums]

Dr. Shashank Shah’s Warning: Obesity’s Deadly Impact on Future Health

Obesity Causes Disease: Currently, obesity is one of the most important causes of death in our country.

Obesity Causes and Effects : Due to junk food, changed eating style and not eating at the right time, we may face many health problems. Obesity is currently one of the leading causes of death in our country.

90% of obese patients delay in taking the treatment prescribed by the doctor and this can lead to serious diseases like diabetes, stroke, heart attack, kidney, fatty liver as well as knee pain and spine disease in the future.

Dr. Shashank Shah, laparoscopic bariatric surgeon, is of the opinion that once the disease is established, the same patients come for treatment with various diseases.

According to the World Obesity Federation’s 2023 Atlas, 51% or more than 4 billion people in the world will be obese or overweight in the next 12 years. According to their report, more than half of the world’s population will be overweight or obese by 2035.

Dr. Shashank Shah, Director and Chief Laparoscopic Bariatric Surgeon, Lapro Obeso Center, said that 90% of obese patients delay the treatment recommended by the doctor and are prone to serious problems in the future. According to various reports, the prevalence of obesity among children will double by 2040, when they reach adulthood. Factors behind increasing cases of obesity are gadget addiction, lack of physical activity, stress and wrong eating habits.

The number of overweight children is increasing day by day and there is no denying the possibility that India will soon become the capital of obesity. Obesity can affect one’s physical and mental health. This can lead to stress, depression, anxiety, hopelessness, loneliness and low self-esteem.

Dr. Shah adds, “For 10 years, we have been trying to create a support group for obese people. This allows patients to openly discuss their weight loss journey, thereby inspiring others. Also, we have seen patients who were previously consulted for obesity treatment but ignored it. A few years later, the same patients came back suffering from joint pain, diabetes and heart related problems, fatty liver, sleep apnea and other health problems.

Gyoden de Almeida, a 28-year-old young patient with sleep apnea, was advised a C-PAP machine, diabetes, hypertension. His weight was 158 kg and BMI 53.4 due to sedentary lifestyle. According to the patient’s mother, he had symptoms of shortness of breath and difficulty in walking as a child, but due to lack of serious attention, it turned into an obesity-like disease in the future.

46-year-old patient Priti Sekhsaria weighed 137 kg with a high BMI of 50.3. She was referred to renowned diabetologist Dr Shashank Shah. She was suffering from dizziness, knee pain, diabetes and high blood pressure for the last 10 years. She was stressed and emotionally drained. There was a fear of falling and having an accident due to dizziness and loss of balance. She decided to undergo the surgery in January.

She had food allergies and consulted several doctors but was afraid of surgery and worried about post-op care. She Googled the pros and cons of the surgery. It has been 4 months since the surgery and she has lost 30 kg. Food allergies have been eliminated, and the dosages of anti-diabetic and anti-hypertensive drugs have also been reduced. Reportedly her pre-operative HBA1C level was 7.8 and post-operative level was 5.7. She is now living a happy life and her confidence has also increased.