#silvadene

[woodsfae]

6wpo re: The Big Wound

My main, largest, longest-lasting wound was about the size of my thumbnail at largest (and I'm so grateful because I've seen some GNARLY, absolutely huge wound dehiscence on the reduction subreddit) and is now a little bigger than my pinky nail. After weeeeeeks. I won't go check my old posts because uuuuuuugh, but I'm pretty sure it opened at 18dpo. And it's now 42dpo, so this has been a JOURNEY. It was very deep at first and grew from 18 to 25dpo, as it spat an internal stitch, and for the first few weeks after that it didn't change in outward size at all, while it healing from deepest to shallowest.

At my 4wpo appt, my surgeon said the wound was entirely superficial and should heal quickly. She also said continuing to put polysporin on it was fine but I could also put on Silvedene if I had it.

I did, and I did. Sadly. Because it turns out Silvadene kills all DNA and RNA in the area!! And I didn't have an infection, so it just killed off all the wound bed granulation I had been watching creep over the wound bed. So the slow, steady shrinking suddenly stopped and the weeping went way, way up. Instead of changing a mostly-dry dressing once a day, serosanguineous fluid was drenching my hydrocolloid bandages and overflowing them twice a day.

A few days ago I was so tired one night that instead of carefully applying salve and massaging everywhere but my wounds I said fuuuuuck thiiiis and just salved and massaged indiscriminately. Then laid around awhile till my skin felt dry and the salve all soaked in, applied my wound bandages, and went to bed.

The next morning (and every day thereafter!) the large wound is shrinking again! Faster than before! It's still weeping quite a bit but new skin is growing in from the edges so much more quickly than I've seen at any point! All I can figure is that the salve luckily brought more productive bloodflow to the area, which is on a low-circulation area of my chest.

Very, very lucky! I daren't hope this wound will be closed by 7wpo, but perhaps by 8???

[jungle-angel]

Tiny Angel (Rhett Abbott x Reader) Part 1

Summary: You and Rhett will always have room for one more in the family

“You gonna do that again?” Rhett asked Tatum, raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Tatum answered. 

“You’d better not,” Rhett warned him. “Otherwise I’m gonna be sending you to Papa Johnny up in Montana or you’re gonna go to Father O’Keefe down at Saint Mike’s.” 

“I’ll be good,” Tatum said suddenly straightening up as they waited. 

Rhett hated threatening the kids with sending them to the priest at the local church, but then again, it was better than raising a bunch of disobedient kids who would have most likely ended up in the Natrona County House of Corrections. John Dutton on the other hand, probably would’ve done the same thing, seeing as one of Rip and Beth’s sons, Joey, was two steps away from being shipped off to military school. 

“Alright Mr. Abbott, it looks like everything’s all good,” the doctor announced when he came back into the room. “The only thing Tatum’s gonna be going home with is a bandaged hand and a scrip for Silvadene.” 

“Good enough for me, Pete,” Rhett deadpanned. 

“If you’ve got aloe vera at home, that’ll work just as well, but make sure that stays clean,” the doctor told him. “And for God’s sake, don’t let him torch another wasp’s nest.” 

“How’d you know?” Rhett chuckled. 

“My granddaughter tries to do it at least three times a week,” Pete answered. “Last time she almost got her eyebrows.” 

Rhett half laughed and helped stick Tatum’s jacket on his arms and the pixel-camo Army Airborne baseball cap back on his head. “Thanks Pete,” Rhett said. “We owe you anything?” 

“Send over some venison burgers and we’ll call it even,” Pete answered. “(Y/n) got any more coming?” 

“Not that I know of,” Rhett told him. “Everybody’s making jokes about how we’re gonna end up with a whole baseball team but we’re not pushin our luck.” 

“Either way, you’ve got help if you need it,” Pete said. 

Rhett and Tatum bade him farewell and left with Rhett hoping to God that Tatum wouldn’t attempt to burn the wasp nest again. 

“Is Momma gonna kill me when we get home?” Tatum asked. 

“Only if you do that again.” 

Out of the hospital they went, through the sliding doors and out to the parking garage, heading for home and back to the place they knew best.

As the ranch pulled up into view, Rhett steered the truck all the way up the snaking driveway and up to the big log house and parked right in the garage. Tatum practically jumped right out of the vehicle and onto the concrete floor before darting into the house. 

“Everything ok?” you asked as soon as he stepped inside. 

“I swear that kid’s gonna be wanted for arson one of these days,” Rhett groaned before he kissed you. 

“That bad?” you chuckled. 

“Doc gave him a scrip for Silvadene to keep the burns from getting infected,” Rhett explained. “I told him if he does it again, I’m sending him either to John or to Father O’Keefe.” 

“That’ll straighten him out, for sure,” you snickered a little. 

“I mean it darlin,” Rhett told you. “And if that can’t straighten him out, he’s going straight to Camp Lejune.” 

You laughed a little before the phone near the fridge suddenly rang. When you saw that it was Wes and Nora’s number, you were a little perturbed. “Nora? What’s up? You guys usually wait till after dinner to call, everything ok?”

Rhett scrunched his eyebrows together as the long, drawn out silence was quickly broken up by yours and Nora’s conversation. “Ok,” you answered. “Ok, we’ll be down in a few minutes. Ok, we’ll see you then.” 

You hung the phone right up before turning to your husband. “Everything ok?” he asked. 

“Nora’s putting in overtime for a case she’s working,” you explained. 

“On or off The Res?” Rhett asked. 

“Off this time,” you replied. “She wants us to meet her at the hospital. She says it’s urgent.” 

“And the kids?” 

“Wes’s gonna come and watch them.” 

As soon as you two saw Wes pulling up in the driveway, you two were off and making your way to the hospital in town, your minds racing with millions of thoughts swarming in your head. 

When at last you pulled up and met Nora out front, she gave you the full rundown of what had gone on. A little one had been abandoned by his parents, left at the hospital and the parents refusing to come back. 

“How old?” Rhett asked. 

“Not even a few days,” Nora explained. “Little one was born about three months early after the mother came in showing signs of distress. Fuckin bitch was out of her mind too.” 

Nora couldn’t tell of every single little detail, but when you and Rhett had caught wind of the horrible parents and their names, you weren’t too shocked, both of them neighborhood hoodlums who had the worst reps in all of Wabang.

Nora led you both inside, down the hall to the NICU wing where you caught your first glimpse of the little one through the window. You could barely see him in the incubator, only a tiny little pair of feet that were as wrinkly as those of your kids after their baths. When you turned to Rhett, you saw his eyes misting over, his jaw clenched and his chin beginning to tremble. 

“Rhett?” you asked quietly. “Rhett, you with me?” 

Rhett sniffed and wiped his eyes on the grey sleeve of his shirt. All you got out of him was a nod and nothing more. 

“You two wanna go in and see him?” Nora asked. 

Rhett nodded again. 

The nurse led you and Rhett inside, both of you going completely quiet as you approached the incubator, fearing that the slightest noise would break him. “It’s ok,” the nurse assured you. “You guys can get close.”

Rhett was the first to put his hand inside, gently stroking the tiny little feet that poked out of the blankets and the squeaky little cries that had begun to follow. Rhett suddenly pulled his hand away, fear-struck at having woken the tiny little baby. 

“Baby you’re ok,” you assured him. 

At the assurance of you and the nurse, Rhett stuck his hand back in and stroked the little feet with his hands once again, his finger softly running along the tiny little soles. 

And it was at that moment, you and Rhett knew, that there would always be room in your family for just one more. 

To be continued. 

[brxnzedragxn]

you know now that i've counted it why was he on fire so frequently that year and why am i setting him on fire again for plot. my poor man needs some silvadene.

[ritualisert]

NOOO i forgot the silvadene and i’m out of jelonet

[risenwraith]

#193 Still the world's toastiest and mopiest little vampire girl...

If your skin is healthy and relatively robust and you're being treated for breast cancer, radiation therapy is a piece of piss. You might feel tired once or twice and your skin may become dry, tight or slightly sore around your scar - low grade annoying stuff really.

This is all it is, riiiight up until the final seven or eight sessions, whereupon you feel like an extra in a scifi movie who was left outside the solar shields and has had half their ribcage melted by cosmic rays.

I begged more silvadene burn patches from the doctor and have been liberally applying them under my compress-tube-top as they're the only thing that feels nice. (At this point applying any type of cream or lotion doesn't feel nice at all: it's painful on any area that has peeled, and feels like trying to pointlessly mash butter into old leather on any area that hasn't.)

Also random point of note: dependidng on which tit you lost and what side of the car you sit on, a seatbelt can and will lie right across your burnt lower ribs and annoy the fuck out of them.

The doctor examined my skin today, grilled me (haha) on what creams or patches I used and when, then announced that the treatment could continue and that I was very brave and a trooper.

I didn't really know what to say to any of that. I hadn't been aware that the treatment could or might be stopped, I'd assumed it would continue for as long as needed so long as there was still skin on my ribcage. (Also, still not brave, only practical.) I mumbled something about being younger so my skin was able to handle things better. (I do not wish to imagine what radiation treatment does to the skin of a seventy year old.) She asked if I needed painkillers which also surprised me. I told her no thank you, some bits were painful but not to the point of needing meds. I have no idea if she says and asks these things of all her patients as a standard proceedure, or if I was just looking particularly over-flambéed and stoic about it this morning.

[brewed-pangolin]

Somebody get my man some Silvadene, that's a solid third-degree insult burn right there.

I’ve heard the joke on polish side of tiktok and can’t stop laughing

[lindiskin]

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[caninehealing-blog]

Being able to handle your dog is super important! Here is our Belgian Malinois Cousteau's tail. The first picture is 5 weeks ago. The second picture is a month after daily treatment. And the third picture is today after another week of healing. . . . . . #happytail #belgianmalinois #athomevetcare #silvadene #vetwrap #tailinjury #malsofinstagram #malsofinsta #cousteau #committoit #caninehealing #healthecanine https://www.instagram.com/p/BzHaD6fAKuK/?igshid=1dadupvv8ok4b

[boricuagoddess79]

Seriously I will swear by this for the rest of my life. #ManukaHoney is a natural antibiotic when my arms got infected after surgery I went through jars of #Silvadene and ointment and pills it would not clear up and worse my wounds wouldn't close. So I started using this bad boy. When I say that almost overnight my skin damn near sealed shut I'm not joking. The rate that I regenerated was insane. My doc was like "wow you healed fast!" All it was was this Manuka Honey (brand doesn't matter just the rating). But you have to do your research. There are different kinds and if you have an infection you want it to have a UMF rating of 15 or 20+ or an MGO rating of 514+ the other ones are fine for little cuts or a cold etc. Of course always check with a doctor, you know the drill. I didn't, but that's me. The honey should be just that Raw Honey. No other ingredients. You put it on and cover it with a NONSTICK bandage. Don't use cotton, you'll hate your life. Oh and don't use in babies under a year old because you don't know about allergies. But other than that this stuff is #Magic #armlift #brachioplasty #plasticsurgery #woundcare #honey #newzealand #naturalremedies #homeremedies #healingpower #natural https://www.instagram.com/p/BwS0JxHFUhl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=65yu6wazsj77

[fourteen--steps]

So my little sunshine boy had surgery on Thursday!

I posted some pictures back in October of the tumor that had grown on his side over the course of about two years wondering what to do about it. He answered that question for me last week when he somehow gashed it open on something and ripped it partly off. Meaning it was time to find a vet asap and get it removed! I have some before and after pictures for anyone who's interested (and for myself to track his progress) that I'm posting under a cut since some of them are a bit icky

Tl;dr, surgery was quick and easy, and two days post op he's doing really well :) I'm really relieved.

So this is what he did that set off the vet hunt 🤦‍♀️ I still have no idea how he managed it, basically everything in the tank is either live plant or silk and soft plastic (save like 2 rocks and the filter plumbing I guess?) But yeah, it went in and up underneath the mass. It was healing pretty well within a few days but I was super worried about him tearing it off further.

I wish I had taken more pics at the vet to show the process. I know not many people take fish to vets and before my first time a few years ago I wish I'd known better what to expect!

I brought him in a 5 gallon bucket of tank water. Some places will also have you bring extra water for sedation or testing purposes. The vet tech took down a bunch of info about my husbandry (tank size, how many fish, maintenance schedule, Remy's age and medical history, the medical history of other fish in the tank, etc).

He was sedated using MS-222, which is an anesthetic approved for use in fish, and the vet did a quick exam of the mass and his overall body condition, as well as getting a proper measure of his weight (130g!!!). He was under for only a couple of minutes before they put him back in his home bucket to wake up and recover. In the meantime the vet gave me his thoughts on the mass (most likely a benign fibroma of genetic origin, like most goldfish tumors are) and gave me opportunities to ask questions. Always ask your vet questions! It's important to be comfortable and understand what's going on.

Only after Remy had fully recovered from the first sedation was he taken to the back to be sedated again for the surgery itself. It took all of 15 minutes before they brought him back out, already mostly awake. Here he is in the recovery tub :)

That's silvadene cream on the surgical site, which I thought was kinda funny since that's the same stuff I used on Nuka (who is a snake) after his surgery. They offered to send me home with some but we decided against it since the stress of chasing him around to take him out and put it on twice a day probably wasn't worth the small benefit.

He also got a pain reliever injection and a fortaz injection to hopefully head off any potential infection.

My favorite pic, tiny 😧 mouth

Here's the mass itself! Seeing it on its own I realized how big the thing was. I kinda wanted to take it with me but the doc said no since it was in formalin 😪 Something something, what if my drunk friends drink it by accident, something something. Like cmooooon I have a six foot fish tank and walk with a cane, you think I have friends?

The silvadene had washed off by itself by the time we made the drive home so I grabbed the poor long suffering fishy for one more pic of the wound itself just so I can track the healing from day to day. It's a bit crispy looking here cause the vet had to go down into the muscle and cauterize it in a few places, but it already looks better than this.

Anyway, he definitely felt pretty bad for the rest of that day. Which I think he was entitled to! But as of now he is back to his usual self. I've added some salt to the water and will be watching him carefully, but I'm hopeful the worst is past.

[thelastspeecher]

For the Firefighter AU, either Stan or Angie getting hurt on the job, and the other frets over them. Or Wendy becoming inspired to become a firefighter in her future.

So, my dad's a firefighter, and while he never got seriously injured while on the job (at least not to my knowledge), we did have Silvadene cream in the bathroom back when I was a kid. One time, I burned myself getting something out of the oven, and my dad had me put Silvadene on it. I just sort of...accepted that it was some sort of burn treatment and didn't question it. Looking it up now, I see that it's a topical antibiotic used on burns.

That's a long-winded set up to say that Stan and Angie definitely get burnt while on the job. When Stan gets his first burn on the job in Gravity Falls, Angie quickly checks it over and tells him to put Silvadene on it when he gets home. Stan is very confused. Angie asks him what experience he has with emergency medicine, and Stan tells her that all he knows is whatever classes he had to take when he was first hired.

Angie doesn't find this acceptable. Firefighters are often the first people on the scene, so knowing what to do when people are hurt is important. In a small town like Gravity Falls, which definitely doesn't have a proper hospital (they probably have like, a clinic of some sort, but not a full-fledged hospital), first responders need to know their shit.

So Stan winds up getting a full-fledged course in emergency medicine. He grumbles about it, but goes along with it, because A) his job is paying for it, B) he can't talk Angie out of anything she sets her mind to, and C) it would probably be good for him personally to know more first aid anyways.

(Whether or not Stan becomes a licensed EMT, I'm not sure. It's definitely a possibility, but at the very least, he becomes gets licensed as an Emergency Medical Responder, which is a step below Emergency Medical Technician.)

Now. The first time Angie gets injured out in the field (which is probably a really gnarly fire or other emergency, given that Fire Chief is usually more of a desk job than anything else), Stan absolutely loses his mind over it, worrying about her. Angie tells him she's fine, she's had way worse, and she points to her facial scar as evidence.

[whumpster-dumpster]

This may have already been asked before, but what would the recovery process look like for someone who was hit with a firework (probably around the chest/stomach area), assuming that they could get the proper medical help they needed? (also just wanna say I really like your blog, even if I don't use half the prompts or ask related stuff cuz I'm too busy to write often, I still really like learning about it and you explain stuff in such an easy to understand way, so thanks for that!)

(Thank you so much! I’m glad you can enjoy my stuff!)

The recovery process will usually depend on the severity of the burn and the treatment and dressings they’re given. Second-degree burns may take 1-3 weeks to heal, third-degree burns three weeks or more. 

Some types of dressings, like bacitracin and silvadene, need to be changed so the wounds can be cleaned once or twice a day, while others like Mepilex AG dressing may need to stay on for several days until the nurse removes it. They may need physical therapy to stretch new skin and exercise joints. Diet should consist of lots of fluids and extra protein to help the healing process.

[rosesxandxthorns]

@northernxstories​ continued from

Lex was well aware that she was alive because Ivar and she was thankful for that. But nothing she did was because she felt the need to fawn over him in thanks. Though she had treated carefully when she’d first taken Liam in because he’d had every right to kick her down to the lower level with people that worked to keep the place going or had barely scraped enough together to get a room there. But she’d never really thought he would do that though she’d been fiercely protective of the little boy since his entrance into her life. It was why, despite being in the apartment like space with Ivar for a few months, she still slept in one of the twin beds in Liam’s room so she was close by when he inevitably woke in the middle of the night.

“Burns can get an infection like everything else.” She pointed out as she looked through the spot that had been dedicated to medical items and sighed. “You have dozens of boxes of cake mix and not a single tube of silvadene.” Walking back to Ivar she turned the water off and took his hand in hers as she looked at the burn. “We’ll just keep it dry. It should be fine as long as it stays clean.” Taking a deep breath she slowly released his hand as she looked up at him. “I’m sorry I over reacted.”

[solange-lol]

i already know it (i’ll probably blow it)

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Camp Half-Blood Thanksgiving was a new tradition, only started after the war with Gaea when demigod lives weren’t as threatened, (keyword being as.)  

Even while it was safe for more demigods to go home, some still chose to stay at camp year-round, or, in the case of Nico, they didn’t have anywhere to go. Thanksgiving in the Underworld could be interesting, but to be honest, the son of Hades was sort of trying to avoid undead beings for a little while.

“Everybody gather around,” Malcolm Pace, head of the Athena cabin after Annabeth left, calls. The rest of the counselors swarmed him as he began to hand out food assignments.

They had decided the best method of going about this was letting the head counselors of every cabin take over one section with Chiron’s aid and supervision. They were just a group of teenagers after all, and what do teenagers know about making group meals for a bunch of campers?

Not much, as it became abundantly clear to Nico as he stands cluelessly in the kitchen of the Big House.

“Nico, you’re on dessert with Drew and Clovis,” Malcolm informs him, steering him in the direction of the two, who are already peeling apples (Drew was peeling apples, Clovis seemed to have given up after one in favor of a quick nap.)

They were also sitting right next to one Will Solace, who was busy peeling potatoes and laughing at whatever Drew just said.

He hesitantly joined the two, trying his best not to make direct eye contact with the son of Apollo. Ever since his three days in the infirmary after the war took place, Nico didn’t know where they were going to go.

The answer was nowhere, apparently, as Will has made no attempt to ask him out since then.

“Why don’t you ask him out, then?” Jason had asked him when he was packing up his stuff from the summer as Nico complained to him. He had found that Jason was the only person with who he actually felt comfortable discussing his more-or-less crush on Will ever since the incident with Cupid.

“Because how am I supposed to know he’s not just like this with everyone? He’s crazy protective like that with everyone; I’m just waiting for him to at least give me a sign that he likes me too.”

Jason had just rolled his eyes. “I think you both are crazy oblivious.”

Nico crossed his arms. “Just because you have a girlfriend doesn’t mean you're the love expert.”

“Then why did you come to me?”

(Said girlfriend later broke up with him, but it’s not like Nico had made any progress anyway, so who cares.)

How was Nico even supposed to know what he wanted with Will anyway? He’d never been in a relationship before, and none of his crushes ever stemmed past more than, well, a crush.

He wishes Annabeth were still here. When it came to crushes on oblivious guys, she was an expert. Nico still doesn’t know how she did it.

“Hey, di Angelo, are you gonna help us with dessert, or should we just watch you stare at Solace all day?” Drew asks, dumping the apple mixture (how did she make that so quickly?) into the pie crust.

When he snaps back, glancing up at her and trying to ignore both Will’s eyes on him and the heat rising in his neck, she just snorts at him. “Wanna get started melting marshmallows for Rice Krispie Treats?”

He nods, and she takes the bag the Clovis had just been using as a pillow out from under his head and hands it to him.

Nico glances at it. “What do I do with this?”

“Mix it with half a stick of butter and pop it in the microwave,” she tells him. Nico follows instinct after that from what little cooking knowledge he has from growing up with Bianca.

As he stands back at the microwave, he can’t help but watch Will, rattling off reasons why his body had subjected him to have a crush on another boy way out of his league. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, assertive, but also nice, could probably carry him, and dumb as rocks.

“Invested in the mashed potatoes?” Will asks, once again snapping Nico out of his train of thought. He holds up a mostly-peeled potato. “Am I up to your standards?”

Instinctively, he straightens his back, playing along. “My Italian mother would cry at that potato,” he informs Will. Behind him, the microwave beeps, signaling its end, but Nico ignores it.

Will just laughs, shaking his head, and Nico continues. “Lucky for you, I don’t have much of a memory from Italy, so it’ll pass.”

“Thank god, you had me worried.”

Before he can say something else, Drew interrupts. “Are you going to get out the marshmallows before they solidify?” she asks him, then holds out a spoonful of some dessert for Will to try.

Nico sighs, turning back to the microwave and opening the door. He can’t tell if he’s jealous, or just frustrated about his first interaction with Will in a while has been cut short. There was that whole thing with Drew, too. He didn’t know what was between the two of them, and frankly, he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to know.

“Oh, and be careful, it’s hot!-” Drew warned last minute, but it was too late.

Nico grabs the bowl full-hands on, then immediately squeaks and drops the bowl on the floor with a clatter, the burn already settling into his hand.

Drew glances down at the buttery-marshmallow mess on the floor. “Couldn’t have even aimed for the counter?”

Meanwhile, Will stands up from potato duty, offering a hand out to Nico. “Alright, to the infirmary with you.”

He rolls his eyes, accepting it with his good hand and trying to ignore the way his other one feels like it’s burning off. Together, they exit the infirmary and make their way over to the infirmary next door.

Kayla is already set up for her shift, but as soon as she notices Will’s hand in Nico’s, she just nods them off to the back.

“I guess you don’t cook much?” Will asks once Nico is finally sat down.

“Never really had a reason to, I guess. Coach did all of the cooking when I was traveling with him and Reyna,” Nico explains as Will takes out some cream, tugging Nico’s hand forward so he can lay it on. He seems surprised when Nico barely flinches at it

“Usually Silvadene gets a scream out of campers,” he says, putting away the ointment and begins to wrap Nico’s hand.

“I think you're forgetting I got clawed by a werewolf” Nico reminds him, and Will shudders.

“Oh, no, I remember. Those were a nightmare to heal. Thank gods for nectar and ambrosia,” he says, then reaches behind him to a drawer, pulling out the godly food. “Speaking of which-”

He takes the small square, taking a bite out of the corner “Thanks.”

“What does it taste like for you?”

“Rice Krispie Treats.” Nico deadpans.

Will’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“No,” he snorts, and Will rolls his eyes, laughing lightly. Nico doesn’t know if it’s the sound or the ambrosia that makes his stomach warm.

Will stands up from his seat in front of the bed, putting away materials. He then reaches for Nico’s good hand again and pulls him up. “Well, anyway, you didn’t have to throw a bowl of marshmallow mix on the floor just to get my attention.”

Nico ignores his suddenly-flaming cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he tries to force out smoothly. His voice cracks a bit, and Will's lips twitch upwards. “I really did burn myself.”

“I know, but I could see you watching me.”

He swallows. “You could?” (He’s faced monsters, titans, gods, even Tartarus, but one cocky son of Apollo makes him suddenly lose all his chill?)

“Di Angelo, you are as obvious as I am oblivious. It took Drew telling me to notice, but once I did, I couldn’t stop,” he says, tugging Nico a little bit closer.

The son of Hades leans back a bit, trying to push away the skeletal butterflies in his stomach. “Are you two a thing? You seem awfully close.”

Will raises his eyebrows, and an amused smile on his lips as he pulls Nico even closer. The back of his legs are pressed against the bed, and with a good six inches on him, Will is towering over him.

“Well considering she’s gay and I’m into you, I would hope not,” he says quietly, wrapping one arm around Nico’s waist as he leans down.

“Oh.” Oh.

His face closes in towards Nico’s, so close that his heart is pounding as he waits for Will’s lips to reach his. (Nico could lean forward and speed up the process, but his entire body seems to be frozen in some emotion he can’t quite name yet.)

Just when their lips are inches apart, Will stops. “Can I kiss you?” he mumbles practically against them.

“Please,” Nico responds, and then there they are.

He’s never kissed anybody before. He doesn’t know if Will has, but he’s doing a bit better than Nico. It’s a little messy, and there are no fireworks like in the movies, but it’s with Will, and that’s all he can really ask for at any point.

Will’s hand tugs Nico’s waist closer to him as he tilts his head, and oh. He loses himself in the sensation as Will drops Nico’s hand, letting it move up Nico’s arm to his neck, and then into his hair.

Nico sighs into his mouth. Out of instinct, he put both hands on the back of Will’s neck, trying to pull him closer.

The sudden pressure on his hand makes him wince and step back. He would have tripped backward on the infirmary bed if it wasn’t for Will immediately grabbing his waist, keeping him steady.

“You okay?” he asks, slightly breathless, and the butterflies return to Nico’s stomach.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Do you think you can give me some more of that ambrosia? I need my hand to heal so we can keep doing that.”

Will smiles like he can’t help it, placing a kiss on Nico’s cheek before reaching into the drawer again.

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[l8rhader]

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“You’re missing my point,” she said, looking down at her hands.

Rolling her eyes like a petulant child, Sonia asked, “Which is?”

Maggie’s jaw dropped.  She stood, unable to take her ignorance for another second.  “A teenage boy has no reason to know what silvadene is, let alone how to use it!  He’s so terrified of all of the things you’ve drilled into his head!”  She put her hands up gently, palms flexed open wide.  “I get it.  The world is terrifying.  You don’t know what they’re getting into, but Sonia-”  She moved into the woman’s field of vision, squatting down beside her.  “Sonia, you have to let him live his own life.  Especially now.”

“I’ve been saying that for years,” Frank grumbled, earning himself an elbow to the ribs.

The mere thought of that was absurd.  “So, what, I just let him go?” she asked, aggravated.

Thinking that maybe she’d gotten through, she popped back to her feet.  “Yes!  Trust that you’ve raised him right.  Trust that we’ve raised Richie right.  And let him live his life.”

“And when it all comes crumbling down?” Sonia said, phrasing it as a question for the benefit of no one but herself.  While the boys had spent time gaining proficiency in diving into the quarry, Sonia had years on them, but the only thing she was ever good at jumping to was conclusions.

“It won’t,” Frank said, completely and utterly frustrated.  Went instinctively draped a protective arm around him.  This time, he didn’t bother to fight it off.  

That wasn’t enough to convince her.  “And when it does?” she insisted through pursed lips.

Shaking her head, Maggie gave the only answer she could think of.  “You’re his mother.  Be there for him,” she prompted.  All at once, Frank closed his eyes, shook his head, and puffed a blast of air through his nose as he rocked back and forth.  That was never gonna happen. 

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