#sparkreads

[whatudottu]

Bare with me, I've got an idea that combines TFP Shockwave's invention of the cortical psychic patch, what motivation a Shattered Glass Shockwave might have made it, plus more broad cybertronian biology headcanons and how it lead to the invention of the cortical psychic patch in the first place-

Um... let's go!

To start, let's go in reverse order by talking cybertronian biology, or more specifically the more wire based functions of a more literal less sex version of interface panels. Because cybertronians are biomechanical aliens who's only method of 'reproduction' canonically (in most series) is through being birthed by the planet itself - on hold while Primus and Cybertron are dead - when I say 'interface panels' I mean panels housing plugs and ports that are typically there for medical stuff and otherwise data transfers or for use in hardware depending on the individual. The number of panels is relatively consistent and the number of in/out connections depends on the size of the bot (more for larger frames, less for smaller) and are kinda paired to whatever systems they are nearest location wise; two on either side of the hips or one each at the top of the legs, two on either side of the chest or one each at the top of the arms.

Depending on the location you can read the diagnostics of that part of the frame in more detail than if you tried investigating the same part in an entirely different panel; you're gonna get a more accurate read on damages to the left arm in the left arm panels then you are on the right leg. And for particular frames, the interface panels are used to control objects using the relevant limb or part - like a robotic arm to lift things heavier than your frame can handle - and probably even to have your frame be used AS a limb; combiner limbs would connect to whoever's the main body and interface with the relevant limb panel.

But there are panels that are explicitly medical use only, that being internal panels adjunct to the sparkchamber as well as another for specific monitoring of a cybertronian's organs, and paneling at the back of the helm or where it meets the neck for the processor and all the delicate software it holds. Bots with medical programing like Ratchet can interface with those panels directly in the event of a lack of resources (AKA the entirety of Transformers: Prime), and in fact the panel along the sparkchamber would be the easiest way to get a general systems check on a patient. Mecha like Knock Out who may or may not have actual history with being a medical doctor probably would have a harder time directly interfacing with the more delicate sparkchamber, organ, and processor panels, but he and Ratchet (and other bots with even the vaguest sense of medical training) can set up a line running to a monitor or sparkreader or any other medical hardware to fully take in a data analysis, even if it means more resources are used or that vulnerabilities could be introduced.

To the processor panel, much like brain surgery you kinda need a signal in the first place in order to get a read on it's damages, hardware or software. A spark read can let you know if the body is alive and all the damages that IT can diagnose for a general check, but operating on an offline or barely awake processor can lead to issues that you may not even be aware of at the time of procedure. It's why a direct connection (with appropriate medical coding) is better for processor diagnosis as the hardware bypass might have a signal delay between patient and doctor.

And here's where the cortical psychic patch comes in.

When Megan was otherwise comatose, the cortical psychic patch was able to allow access into his processor that had been percolating with activity (one described by Knock Out to be like 'a dream he may never wake from'), and though far from being an actual medical use of the patch it did allow for a non-medical bot to access the processor of a very much comatose patient. It was even Ratchet himself - resident medic of the Autobots - that knew how to create the patch even if it was banned for Autobot use.

Keeping in this reverse order, perhaps a SG Shockwave had invented the cortical psychic patch for an intended medical use, a tool meant for mecha who may not have been forged nor coded to BE medics but have enough training to be such (typically self-taught in the early stages of revolution, then mentored by forged medics when the war really picked up speed) in order to allow direct access to the processor interface panel. The design of it would be - rather than a plug that just magnetically sticks on to the back of a cybertronian's head - would be a series of plugs and ports of mostly universal design, adjustable to a degree for multiple frames, allowing the medic irrespective of coding to have full access to diagnose what the fuck is up with the processor.

Unfortuneately for SG Shockers (and fully intentional by TFP Shockwave) the patch isn't quite as synonymous as the medic's coding is to processor interfacing, being rather invasive of a connection even as it is, let alone the patch being more of a hardware connection which in of itself introduces vulnerabilities. Heck, it's not even safe for the operator themselves to use the patch, seeing as how Bumblebee got a head full of Megan; I mean, Bumblebee isn't a trained medic, but the fact that it happened at all is evidence to it's flaws. And that's to a patient who isn't of mind enough to struggle, Shockwave himself says that resisting the patch may cause damage to the patient/subject, combine that with the second option of 'let it happen and let them walk unabated in your head' and you're pretty much shit out of luck.

The base Shockwave would most certainly be fully aware of the intent, a direct hardline to an individual's processor is most definitely a connection to some very vulnerable software and thus information, the cortical psychic patch probably battling a lot of firewalls off with the ease of a medical interface. And in the base TFP universe, Autobots with only recent war-based medical training as opposed to previous education probably early on DID resort to using the patch as a crutch, Ratchet after all knew how to make one. It's probably a combination of Shockwave's brutal interrogation method USING the cortical psychic patch and the relatively inexperienced Autobot medics opting to use direct processor interface rather than the comparably safer hardware bypass that lead to it's banned status in the Autobot ranks, too many 'Bots were having trauma responses at the hands of young medic's servo's who didn't know any better and actively resisting the patch, which just so happened to lead to more Autobot casualties and thus probably shellshocking the medics in training to get them to fear the daunting prospect of actually losing a patient by THEIR OWN hands.

It's one thing to be using a tool made by someone who has been known to do lots of dubious shit, it's another to see a tool that you made to help be manipulated into an interrogation technique, made all the worse now that you have significantly more emotional capacity to not only feel guilty but feel solely responsible for the patch induced trauma of your own allies; the cortical psychic patch was banned by the Shattered Glass Decepticons for about similar reasons, but it's near worse for a lot of medics (even the experienced ones) had been relying on it solely for the fact that they weren't forged with the coding. The stagnated use of the cortical psychic patch in the base verse was mostly because Shockwave himself had been the inventor of it and main user of the patch, the Autobots avoiding it's use for the ban and the Decepticons not very experienced with the tool. In Shattered Glass however, the only real limit to it's perpetuity would be if the Autobots managed to learn how to create the patch at all, which if even in the base verse Ratchet knew how to make one, probably means that there's more than enough patch use in SG even if Shockwave gets caught in a spacebridge explosion or not.

And that's that I think- funny to talk about interface panels in a transformers post without doing it in a sex way haha- I just want these guys to be alien 😫

[primevein]

The Prime of His Youth: Book IV: Fire's Master: Ch19: Passed Blue

"How do you get along with the... small things?" Arcee asked.

"We do." the left stated.

"And do not." the right added.

"You're going to have to explain that one." Arcee said to him.

"We have..." the left said, and paused as the heads appeared to think it over.

"...a compact." the right eventually stated. "We avoid them..."

"...and they avoid us." the left added.

Japheth knowingly nodded his head. The right head then focused on the top of the ramp. The left quickly joining him.

"You have your own tiny creatures." they both said at once.

Arcee curiously looked back while Japheth still looked at the the Predacon. "Arcee, Dollform, please."

"Tsk." she said, and transformed. For a moment she simply stood on her wheels on the ramp, slightly turning her front wheel towards the Predacon. After a brief pause, she reverted to her Dollform.

"Hm?" the right head asked.

"Magic?" the left added.

"Hm?" Arcee dismissed, "Practice." she affirmed.

"Could we?.." the left asked.

"as well.?" the right added.

"ehn, kind of?" Arcee asked, and they glowered at her.

"It's control of mass." Japheth stated, "Femmes have far lower mass per height."

"So, we can shrink more." Arcee stated, and then grew to her full 15ft height.

"Truly magical creatures..." the right stated.

"...these Femmes." the left added.

"Could you aid us?" Japheth asked. The heads looked into each other's eye, and they transformed. They turned and flew away.

"I guess that's a no?" Arcee asked.

"That's a maybe." Japheth stated.

"Do you have to sparkread everyone?" Arcee asked.

Japheth thought about this for a moment, "I kind of think I have to."

"Uh-huh?" she sardonically asked.

"I think it's a part of me." Japheth stated.

"A gift from Vector Sigma?" she asked, and then her eyes grew wide, "A gift from Primus?"

Japheth just smiled and shrugged at her.

* * *

Japheth stood, looking at the Femmes around him, all engaged in their own conversations. All of this stopped with the dramatic entry of the two-headed Predacon. Both of the heads turned away and roared as he transformed into robot form. He then stepped up to Japheth. "What would we?.." the right asked.

"...have to give?" the left added.

"Time." Japheth firmly stated.

"And what would we gain?" the right head asked.

Japheth thought for a moment, "How long have you been alone?"

"We are never alone." the two firmly stated.

"I was the same with Ja..." Arcee said, and quickly corrected herself, "Japheth. Like all that mattered in the world was us two." The two heads firmly nodded. "But, it turned out I was wrong." The two heads glared at her.

"As I said," Japheth said to them, "all you have to lose is a bit of time. If it doesn't work, we can go back to keeping our distance."

The two heads looked at each other, and then back at him. "You are taking the side of the tiny things?" he asked.

"I'm looking for friendship." Japheth stated.

The two heads looked at each other for a moment.

"We cannot guarantee friendship..." the left stated.

"but, we can try... to try." the right added.

"Before we start, I know a number of biologists that would love to study you." Japheth stated.

"Study?" the right head tentatively asked, the left looking fearful.

"As much as you would allow." Japheth stated, and then paused for a moment. "You could learn as much about yourself as we could."

"We will consider it." the right head stated.

"In the mean time, what can you tell us about the tiny things?" Japheth asked.

"In truth..." the right head stated.

"...we know little about them." the left added.

"What do you know?" Arcee asked from beside Japheth.

The two heads looked at each othe for a moment.

"Underground." the left head stated.

"They crawl around in false beasts." the right head stated. "They use the false beasts to fight off the real ones."

"Scrap." Arcee stated.

"Are we surprised that Japheth was right?" Arcelia asked, as she stepped up.

"No?" Arcee whined in reply.

Japheth turned back to the ramp, "Stormwright?" he asked. She immediately stepped passed the others and returned to her full height. "You'll accompany..." Japheth said, paused, and turned to give the Predacon an inquisitive look.

"Yes?" the left head asked.

"He wants to know your name." Arcee sardonically said to him.

"Name?" the right head asked, and the left had a blank, distant expression. "How long has it been since we have used our name?"

"A nickname would suffice." Arcelia gently stated. The two heads focused on her before looking each other in the eye. They looked back at them, "Twinstrike will do. Whether it is truly our name is anyone's guess."

Japheth turned back to Stormwright. "My Prime?!" she called.

"Accompany Twinstrike." Japheth said to her. "I'll call Victoria. She won't know who to fight, so if she lands, tell her." Japheth then looked at the sky before looking back at the ramp, "Is anyone at the controls?" Sirenia slowly stepped back into the ship and disappeared. "Roxie, have her patch me to Victoria through the Ion."

Roxana stood proud and saluted before disappearing back into the ship. Japheth turned to Twinstrike before turning back to the ship, giving Carron a questioning look. Carron give him an even more lost look in reply. "Carron, on watch above the ship." She instantly transformed and started to fly upwards. "Tell me if something big is coming towards the ship."

She paused to look at him, "How big, My Prime?" He glared at her, "Sir?" she asked.

"Big enough to be a danger." Japheth replied.

"That is... a lot." she replied.

"Exactly." Arcee said to her.

"Ma'am!" Carron quickly exclaimed, and continued to fly above the ship.

"Everyone else on the ship." Japheth stated.

"Even?.." Arcee asked, and Japheth swatted her on the butt.

Japheth then turned to Stormwright, "Keep your comms. open with the Skyfall. If you ever lose connection, fly back around."

"My Prime!" Stormwright exclaimed. She then turned to give Twinstrike a questioning look.

"He is right to be cautious." the left one stated.

"This world is not a safe one." the right uttered. "I certainly hope that despite your size, you can give some semblance of battle."

"I am a Battle Sister of Caminus!" she forcefully said to him.

"She's also protected by Victoria." Japheth uttered, and the twin heads of the Predacon focused on him.

"I am also protected by the living Prime." Stormwright augustly added.

"Who will promply ride in on his fancy new ship to save you." Japheth stated.

"I might be tiny, but I have taken on people as big as you." Arcee threateningly said to Twinstrike, who just give her a curious look in reply.

"In the bedroom." Arcelia chided.

"Now is NOT the time." Arcee angrily said. The smile on Arcelia face broke her resolve. "Alright, it was funny." She looked back to Twinstrike, and saw him give her a curious look.

Twinstrike then looked at Japheth, "And what do I do once I find one of these things?"

"I want to talk to him." Japheth neutrally said.

The heads simply looked at him for a moment before transforming, "I will find them." the right head said.

"We cannot promise anything else." the left replied.

Japheth smiled at him and turned away.

* * *

"On one hand," Victoria stated, as she orbitted the planet, "I just sit here and wait. On the other I get to do a cool orbital drop and break anything threatening the Prime. And his Femmes. And Stormwright. And Carron."

* * *

Japheth sat on one of the new couches in the back of the Skyfall. Arcee quickly sat beside him. He looked over to Arcelia at the comm. terminal, while Roxana eagerly hovered nearby. Sirenia was running the sensors. Roxana walked over and sat opposite of Japheth. "Aren't you relaxed, even for you?"

"Victoria will get there before we do." Japheth tiredly replied, "One of the most important things a leader can do is trust his subordinates."

"Which is why he makes sure we're ready BEFORE the battle starts." Arcee added.

"Exactly." Japheth tiredly stated.

* * *

Stormwright followed Twinstrike's flight through the colossal, gargantuan, violet mushrooms. It became very clear to her that it was home to a whole ecosystem. Like Terra was in her brief time there, or beautiful memories of Caminus.

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[justasparkreadings]

The Candy Man Can

Wow. Wow. Wow. Fuck. Me. Up.

That’s all I have to say. Some of the steamiest, tasteful, psychologically confusing and confounding smut I’ve ever read. Bravo. Bravo.

This second installment has me absolutely reeling, and I cannot wait until I can dive into parts 3 & 4.

Truly, of all the fics I’ve read, everyone is SLEEPING on this series. WTF is wrong with you - this is mind bending good. Like an episode of Criminal Minds but more demented and filled with Jimin. God. I’m still not ready to discuss Jimin.

The Candyman Can

Pairing: Minjoon

Genre: smut/ AU: criminal!au, crime!au

Word Count: 3k

Summary: “…The candyman can ‘cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good./ And the world tastes good 'cause the candyman thinks it should." Namjoon gets a visit from The Candyman on the naughtiest night of the year.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you

Tags: mentions of death, serial killer, patient/doctor relationship, slight roleplay, light bondage, blowjobs, anal sex, sex toys, slight roleplay. 

A/N: this is for the bingo square “Halloween Candy” for the @btsholidaybingo event! and wanted to thank @voiceswithoutlips​ for the mood board!

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The papers called him ‘The Candyman’ despite how cliche and unoriginal it sounds. Two years ago, he’d been Park Jimin, owner of Chimmy’s Confectionary outside the local farmer’s market. He sold handmade hard candies, chocolates, milk shakes, and all kinds of other sweets. He charmed customers with his bright personality and said candy made everything better. Namjoon learned his shop sold what he called ‘Candy Delights’. Multi-colored hard candies inside an acrylic plastic box, they were the shop’s most popular product. Especially for Halloween. Little hard and gummy candies shaped like jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, witches and spiders came in boxes of various sizes and themes. People could order specialty ones ahead of time or buy them in the store. Police said it’s how Jimin found his victims. 

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[justasparkreadings]

My god. Will be returning to this one.

dilf jk 😈

Jungkook’s got a sparkly clip in his hair when you come home, eyelids smeared in the sticky, glue-like eyeshadow that seems popular among little girl makeup. “Yo,” he says, your little daughter tucked carefully against his side. She’s dead asleep, has got the same face as him and everything.

“Hi,” you greet, leaning over to press a kiss against both their temples. Jungkook accepts it gratefully, tries to steal your daughter’s kiss too before you swat him away. While you undress in the bedroom, she gets safely tucked into the expensive princess canopy bed Jungkook had bought her, her tiara nightlight casting a pink glow across her room.

By the time Jungkook shows his face again, you’re in your jammies, carefully combing through today’s emails one last time. “My Queen,” he sighs, snuggling in beside you. You do him a favor and remove the sparkly clip before it yanks his hair out, carefully combing his curls to one side. His skin is oily from all the hard work he’s done today; between cooking, cleaning, and looking after your little princess, Jungkook barely has time to relax. And still Che worries about you first. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” you say, engulfing him in your arms. He’s soft, melts into your touch. “And yours, sweetheart?”

His cock is half hard against your thigh, and you’re interested in seeing how long he can go before addressing it. His personal best is three minutes. “Tiring,” he groans, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. Jungkook places a kiss there, like he’s testing the waters, and his little attempt makes you smile.

In the end, he doesn’t make it past two minutes before he begins trailing wet kisses down your chest, undoing the buttons on your top as he goes. His mouth latches around the peak of your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple until you’re a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him. “Did I do good?” he husks, voice hushed against your skin.

You appease him with a gentle pat against the top of his head that makes his cock swell against your thigh. “You did good, baby,” you purr, “know i can always count on you.”

The praise goes to his head, has him stripping you of your bottoms with an insane speed. “Wanna be good for you,” he moans from between your thighs, his tongue lapping away at your swollen clit like it’s bringing him more pleasure than it is you. It sends a heavenly vibration throughout your body, hips twitching against his mouth. “Wanna be your good boy.”

[justasparkreadings]

Spark Fame. Period.

WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING ON GINA?!?!?!?

HOLY FUCK GINA

Full disclosure, I am a HUGE Gina fan. I am always impressed by how she weaves these worlds, worlds I’ve never thought of or never dared enter, worlds that are chaotic and colorful and dark. It’s sickening how deeply she pulls you in, consuming your thoughts with her writing.

Hard Candy is, damn. Damn.

I was absolutely lost in the charm of Jimin, the chemistry behind his concoctions, the risky game of Candy Roulette his customers were playing .... I mean, absolutely genius. A candy maker poisoning through the coating? Imagine if Mars did that with M&Ms... and then watching as random people died because of what he made ... oh my god, how absolutely sickening and horrifying and delectable. The level of plotting, of understanding characters to their core that is needed to pull off something of this scale, is beyond. Gina not only carves out a world, but blows your mind with the complexities of what is happening. It’s one of my favorite things about her writing, how deeply she’s thought through every outcome, every inch of back story, every moment and line of character and plot…. A character breathes and she knows why.

I could picture the shop, the bins of hand made candy, the spray cans clattering to the floor... their first kiss… the way Taehyung lit up when Yoongi showed up with ice cream and flowers… all of it so vivid in my mind.

Don’t even get me started on JIMIN. Poor love sick Jimin. Jimin with attachment issues, potentially borderline personality disorder, Jimin wanting nothing but love. Reminds me very much of Cole Escola in season 4 of Search Party and the fights he and Dory had. Just me?

I loved the deception, the slow build to mania, the lies and intricacies of Jimin’s operation, the integration of OT7 so seamlessly, each holding their own and bringing their own dynamic to the story. I am wrapped up in the world that’s been created, Yoongi and Taehyung falling in love so slowly, their lil newspaper, Hoseok and his suits, devouring sweets like they’re never ending. I would love to read the reviews Yoongi wrote, the stories of little places within their town/city, the care he gave to his ‘fluff’ pieces. Imagine the instagram comments between Yoongi and Tae… so cute.

Homicide Detective Jin? He can get it.

Omg - we haven’t met Jungkook yet! God, prepare me for that moment bc I’m sure I’ll lose it.

Bravo - excellent story telling. Spark Fame without a doubt.

Hard Candy

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin

Genre: Angst, Crime/ Au: Crime, Serial Killer

Word Count: 16k

Tags: serial killer universe, criminal Jimin, poisoning, murder, mentions of death, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, internet stalking, stalking, swearing, 

Summary: 

A game?! Jimin! People are dying!”

“So? People die all the time!

Park Jimin, owner of Chimmy’s Confectionary, serves up cupcakes and sweets with a friendly smile. Unfortunately, nobody questioned what’s behind the smiles, and Yoongi finds out the hard way what makes Chimmy’s so special.

A/N: super special thanks to @voiceswithoutlips​ for beta reading and making this mood board for me! I love you so much, thank you!! 

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He’d completely forgotten about the party. With all the deadlines and editing, he’d let the office Halloween party skip his mind. It wasn’t as big of a deal as the Christmas party. Nobody really dressed up, but treats and conversation did get exchanged in the break room and at desks. Everyone brings something, so he’d be embarrassed if he went empty handed. He’d normally whip up a dish in the kitchen, but he didn’t have everything he needed nor the time. However, he recalled a shop he had spotted the last time he visited the farmers market. A brightly colored shop with a cartoon dog wearing a hoodie on the front window, Chimmy’s Confectionary. It was close to his office and he could find something quickly. 

Yoongi walked in through the door and paused to look around. He saw shelves upon shelves of different packaged candies along half the room; the counter top filled the second half where more desserts and sweets could be found. Yoongi immediately began scanning the bakery section of the displays. He knew it was a stretch, especially on Halloween, but he needed to bring at least a cake or some cookies. He could already see Hoseok rolling his eyes and taunting Yoongi, calling him a great chef. As he was scanning a small section of decorative cupcakes, someone approached him on the other side. 

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[justasparkreadings]

Oh.

My.

Word.

I screamed so many times I lost count.

The twist at the end - one could argue I should’ve seen it coming but I DID NOT. I DID NOT. A Shyamalan-Ian twist. I am. On. The. Floor.

If it’s possible, Gina has yet again, carved out such a rich world, full of characters that make me go “where’s the spin off?” Which is precisely how I want to feel when reading something, where are the back stories, wheres the spin off, when am I getting a full 100k of this world she’s created?!?! Bc how can she only write 4 parts? How am I the reader, going to make it with only 4 parts? What am I going to do?

I am FLOORED by the plot. Absolutely mind boggled. I am having a hard time articulating it, because it’s just so good. This might be my favorite part yet, it’s soooo well written and edited, everyone comes alive.

Jimin and Namjoon.

I want them to get married. I want them out of the hospital. I want them to get a cat. I want to be at their wedding. I also want a HBO docuseries about them because it’s insane. The insanity ebbs by the end of the chapter, but for the first 8k, riddled in scandal, I could not believe what I was reading.

Honestly, this entire saga might be my favorite fan fiction I’ve read. And I’ve been reading since I was 12.

Part 4 might end me, and honestly, I’m okay with that.

Treat Day

Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin 

Genre: Smut, angst, darkfic/ Au: serial killer, crime 

Rating: M

Word Count: 9k

Summary: The Candyman, Park Jimin, kills someone on his favorite day of the month. Why? Well for the man he loves: Dr. Kim Namjoon

Tags: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Mental Institutions, Doctor/Patient, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Assault, Food Poisoning, Poisoning, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Office Sex, Couch Sex, Bruises, sexy af doctor namjoon, twink murderer jimin, Minor Character Death, Murder, Attempted murder, yandere vibes, obsessive behaviors, unhealthy relationships, temporary amnesia, blackouts, dissociative identity disorder. 

A/N: this is part of the @bangtanwritingbingo event for my writing square ‘Ice Cream’. I wanted to thank Kas @voiceswithoutlips​ for making the mood board for me! I adore it! 

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Despite the medications, the constant supervision, and the small room, Jimin somewhat liked the hospital. He liked being able to go outside into the garden or the recreation yard and enjoy the sun on warm days. He enjoyed going to the library during his free time to read Namjoon’s latest recommendation. The nurses were kind to him; the guards begrudgingly tolerated his presence, and he saw Namjoon every other day at two o’clock sharp. Of course, they’d been a bit stricter on him since his escape attempt on Halloween a few months ago. They’d put him in solitary confinement for a month before he had convinced them he wouldn’t do it again. Jimin didn’t want to leave anymore. He liked the hospital now. 

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