#terrible bedside manner

[rastro-writes]

Rulie has an atrocious bedside manner. He’s the main healer, having a much more potent spell for major injuries, but he will help with minor ones too, and it’s the less lethal ones he hates, and he handles horribly.

He will actively poke tender spots if you refuse treatment. And he knows exactly where it’s tender. Every. Single. Time. He calls it a “strength check” and you only need to feel, or hear one to know to never test his patience again.

Wild, as the backup and minor healer, at least will let you suffer if you’re too stubborn, he has other people to help too, and he can just make a hearty meal, or slip a healing potion into your meal if it’s a mild bruising.

Hyrule never took the hypocratic oath. Neither did wild, but the way his healing works relies on his emotions so it’s kinda baked into the spell. Hyrule can just cast his spell while he’s muttering curses and vile at you right after he just made you scream because you tried to hide a tender arm because it’s actually fractured, you idiot.

Hyrule has no patience for hiding injuries. They have two healers, and too many close calls.

[thebramblewood]

The night where it all began, part three.

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Lilith: [voice quivering] Where am I? Who are you?

Vlad: [abstractedly] Ah, you’re awake! Much sooner than anticipated, but it can only mean the transfer was success-

Lilith: You undressed me? What else have you done, you dirty old man?

Vlad: You misunderstand the circumstances, girl. Those men nearly killed you. I saved you. Your gown was ruined, so I only thought-

Lilith: Thought you’d have your way with me while I was helpless to resist?

Vlad: Please calm yourself. You were rapidly fading when I came upon you. Although I try to avoid meddling in human affairs, I’ve been seeking a student to mentor for some time. I was forced to act rashly and- 

Lilith: Stop speaking nonsense! My veins are burning, yet my bones chatter. What is happening to me?

Vlad: I bestowed upon you the dark gift. With it comes a second life, one that can be eternal. It will be difficult at first and certainly painful, but I can help. My name is Vladislaus Straud. Once you’re strong enough to travel, I’ll take you to my home. I’ll make you comfortable there. When the transformation is complete, there'll be no end to the things I can teach-

Lilith: I already have a home, and I’m not going anywhere with a violent pervert like you!

Vlad: [grunts in unexpected pain] Get back here, girl! You're being hysterical! [telepathically] You can run now, but you’ll return in time.

[mycatrunsthisvetblr]

I think it is the best feeling in the world to have a pet come in to your clinic and just handle it like you usually would and then the owner tells you that the pet is usually really nervous at the vet and they've never seen him this calm before

[czarcaustic]

she is everything to me

[snailpaste]

I just know IRL surgeon Law was so sick of people coming into the ER with the most stupid possible problems.

"So Sir, you mean to tell me that you tripped and fell..." *gestures vaguely to the x-ray showing the Buzz-Lightyear figure lodged inside the patient's pelvis*

He absolutely made a list of all the weird shit he's had to do and one day while clicking his pen and spinning in his desk chair he just decides he's had enough of this and applies for a cardiothoracic fellowship.

[bekandrew]

House may have been Crimes, MD but he kinda had an idea of you can absolutely want to do good things for people without actually wanting to have to deal with people. And, mood.

[merriclo]

HCAU WIP

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it’s been a while since you all have gotten any Hero’s Call AU crumbs, hasn’t it? well then here since i love y’all much <3

notes + warnings:

it’s a little nasty. they are in a sewer and Spirit is dying :) it’s not terribly graphic imo, but i could see it grossing some people out. there’s an au-plot relevant reason for the sewer btw i didn’t just pull that out of nowhere im not that mean

eventually, comfort for this will be posted, but as of now it’s just hurt <3

this is for my own linkverse au, meaning pronouns and names are different than standard. Vio (they/she) is FSA’s violet Link, Traveler (they/he/it) is from LoZ 1 + 2 and the 1989 cartoon, and Spirit (she/her) is from Spirit Tracks.

There’s blood seeping out of Spirit’s leg, and it’s the first time in a while that Vio doesn’t know what to do. Obviously, the wound needs to cleaned, sewn shut, and dressed, but the cut is so long and ragged and deep that she might be dead by the time a quarter of the stitches are in. And even if she does somehow make it past the blood loss, the likelihood of her dying of an infection from getting stitches in the middle of an old sewer system is too high to even think about.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck,” Traveler says in a panic, sprinting past Vio to Spirit’s side. He helps her to the grimy ground, even rips off his cloak to set under her leg as a sort of towel. After an embarrassing amount of time, Vio finally moves to help prop her against the wall, and Traveler starts to clean the wound.

This is normally where they’d force feed her a potion. On any standard day they’d be desperately shoving it to her lips and tilting her head back. The tension would slip from their shoulders as her bleeding would slowly become more manageable, and death would no longer loom over her. They’d have to restrain her, of course; the kid’s always been particularly sensitive to the potion’s rancid meat flavoring (Vio holds the memory of Ages holding her arms and head back as Blue pries open her jaw to pour the liquid down her throat quite fondly, despite the fact that Spirit was actively dying then, as well.)

But they can’t do that. They don’t have the luxury of pulling her out of death’s grasp, not when their last red potion is on the floor, mixing with glass shards and sewage a few yards away. It was shattered by one of the Yiga clan members that had attacked them just moments prior, in the exact same battle that cleaved the poor girl’s thigh open.

Vio wants scoop the potion’s remnants up in her hands and force it onto Spirit’s tongue; she wants to drag their fingers through the grooves in the stone where the liquid life gathers, then shove those same fingers down her throat. She’d yank the girl over to the puddle by her fucking hair and force her to drink from it if it meant she’d live.

But it wouldn’t. It’s common knowledge that magic is a fickle thing, so fickle in fact that once a red potion is contaminated, it’s loses all potency, and what’s more contaminated than a potion full of glass, dirt, and sewage?

Traveler looks to Vio. They’re visibly exhausted from overextending their magic as they went through this dungeon, and the grim look in his eyes says that he’s intimately familiar with these kinds of situations and with how they often end. The tears that flood Spirit’s terrified eyes tell Vio that she is as well.

Well, at least she’s small. They might be able to give her loved ones a body.

[truecorvid]

i may have passed out at the doctor today but at least now both of my arms hurt

[iero]

The fact that there is no cure for IBS fucking sucks. What do you mean this is something I’m gonna have to live with for the rest of my life?

[okidenshi]

*does a split* guess who's gonna have to get a root canal

[helltechnicality]

@peacereflected asked: ❝ it feels like dying. ❞ ( from a wounded!charles )

a familiar line comes to his lips but dies before being spoken. you are a ghost you cannot die again. charles would not make such a claim unless the pain is vastly more than his ghostly form can handle. edwin must work quickly to reverse it before his soul dissipates. " you will not be dying on my watch a second time, charles. i do not give you permission. " as if that alone would be enough to halt the marching beat of the end.

hands dig into the wound carefully but briskly. he cannot worry for the pain it causes charles for he has a goal. the iron bullet lodged where, had charles been alive, his heart would have been the cushioning organ to the metal. a killing blow to be sure. but not one edwin will let stand. " i am working as fast as i am able. hold fast. " is he saying it to himself to comfort the guilt over causing more pain to his friend or to charles as comfort that soon his form could return to spectral and the wound vanish?

the burning of his fingers as he touches the bullet matters not. edwin is well versed in iron burns and the pain barely registers. it is not the worst pain he has felt and the alternative is worth the smoulders extremities. " this will most likely hurt a lot. but once it is out your wound should cease to be as you will be no longer solid. " after taking a calming breath he pulls the metal from the other boy ignoring how his hand burned and focusing instead on charles to make sure his hypothesis is correct.

[sharkspez]

Badge: 🌙 🌙 🌙

Sometimes I thought my manager was the 🚫 worst. She would 😠 chastise me for every little thing I did ❌ wrong, like forgetting to ✍️ write my name on the ⚪ whiteboard, or actually standing at the 🤕 patient’s bedside 🛏 during handover, even though I was physically in the room.

[calithal]

starter call, accepting! ( @shehook )  ༄

                looking  at  weakness  is  always  hard  for  her.  that  strong,  strong  feeling  of  you  shouldn’t  fucking  be  here  crawling  its  way  up  her  spine.  especially  her  sister.  her  sister.  even  weighed  down  with  the  feeling  of  harriet,  hurt,  she  moves  quickly.  bandaging  others  wounds  had  to  be  learned,  but  taping  up  her  own  was  natural.  evolutionary.  though  she  doesn’t  remember  both  clear  enough  to  know  what  she’s  doing  or  why.  she’s  just  doing  it.  it  keeps  her  from  fucking  it  up,  anyway.  she  skips  right  over  the  sorry  as  she  talks.    “  couldn’t  find  harry,  i’d  know  you  rather  him.  ”    she  knows  harriet  will  brace  for  the  sting  when  it  comes,  so  she  makes  no  move  to  warn  her  as  she  presses  it  down,  cleaning  the  wound.  they’re  all  better  at  hurting  each  other,  anyway.

[hvbris]

From Edgar, of course xx

from: 𝐈𝐒 ���𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂'𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄? status: accepting! (we don't need to have a ship) @multipleoccupancy

"I'm afraid the only thing I am interested in when it comes to you, Mr. Longshadow, is inflicting you as much pain as possible. While you do pique my curiosity, I'll have to settle for a post-mortem dissection."

[contact-guy]

THE ENGINEER'S THUMB - tbh outside of Watson having a terrible bedside manner, this story is a bit boring - but I found my fun by extrapolating from the line about Watson having Holmes over for dinner. HE'S FINE IT'S FINE EVERYTHING'S FINE

(this is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!)

[godzexperiment]

"You don't look so good." Probably an major understatement. Nix actually was somewhat concerned for the other. Very much prepared to catch them if the unsteady nature radiating off them became an fall hazard. Guess he was about to play medic or doctor accordingly.