#thispain

[happiestwhencamping]

[fionadiaries]

Everything is temporary. Not even this pain. ❤ . . . . #selflove #soul #loveyourself #thistooshallpass #beconfident #thispain #temporary #wisdom #soulful #consciousness #vibes #soulfood #woke #keepyourheadhigh #poetsofinstagram #warrior #tribeofwomen #bodypositive #fionadiaries #empoweryourself #warriorwomen #womenempowerment #confidence #consciousness #positivevibes #youareagoddess #loveyourbody #selflovequotes #selflove

[meganutriland]

Good morning. Waking up with #headaches means only one: #hello #migraine again! I have #experienced migraines since I was 14 years old. It wasn’t a big deal just had to go through this. I can’t imagine to go #sleep because of migraines- I just can’t due to pressure and pain. When the #vawe is coming I do usually prepare for it but no matter what I have to experience it every month or sometimes week. Ok here are 3 days migraines, 5 or 10 in my circumstances. What I do is keep myself active and busy to stop #thinking about #thispain As harder you focus on the pain as longer you r going to be experiencing it’s #actions During my #chemotherapy migraines didn’t stop just double. Maybe it’s true I’m taking pain very well but it’s a payoff practicing which took ages to deal with it. Smoothies were always a great #alternative to make it easier unfortunately chemo treatment disgusted my #taste or just temporary make me #fruit hater. I can’t eat them as a whole pieces or chopped but only #blended #porsion of #healthydrink makes me feel relief, full and happy. And don’t forget that as well as the above conditions that trigger a headache, your migraine may be caused by some of the foods you eat. Limiting or restricting some of these foods may decrease the intensity or frequency of your migraines: Dairy products Eggs Aged cheeses Citrus foods Tomatoes Onions Wheat Nuts Chocolate Help yourself for #smoothie 1 banana 3 pineapple rounds 1 cup mango, frozen 3 tablespoons quick oats 1 cup coconut water #oats #coconutwater #manga #banana #pineapple #trigger #caused #relief #relax #meditation #activelifestyle https://www.instagram.com/p/CKV0BaGsQUq/?igshid=16r251o4d9ud5

[ahandsomechap]

My cat died last night, what is life now?

[kuroneko-tsukiyomi]

Weas extrañas #originaldrawing #originalcharacter #original #oc #ocdrawing #lonelydarknight #lonelydreams #lone #lonelyforever #loneless #lonely #lonelynight #imissyou #burning #iwantahug #thispain #mychesthurts #love #lovemaybe #loveyou #darkness #colors #deaddreams https://www.instagram.com/p/BzXZydhFC-2/?igshid=suzbcwjxbrl8

[ciclusendis-blog]

Descubrí que me gusta hacer portadas para álbumes.#photograhyislife #valerostudios #this #pain #thispain #organe #weird #valero #painful #toyourheart #onmyway

[convxction]

O Hero for Chrom about 197 >:3

drabble list || @pieman1112 || i still accept!

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

“how…how did this happen?”

The room was silent, chrom was letting what happen sink in his mind. What happened? How it happened? It can’t be true…! Spartan….Spartan…died? No way, a man like him evaded death countless times to die that easily. But the truth says he did. 

It was supposed to be one of these nice mornings where everyone was enjoying their day without any worry whatsoever. The workers tending to the castle and the courtyard, frederick and his knights training since dawn, chrom readying himself for a tour of inspection around Ylisstol, Rebecca and Lucina enjoying their morning mom-daughter activities, and Spartan was doing his thing. Everything was perfect. 

Chrom left Rebecca and Lucina in Spartan’s care to go on his tour. The tour was smooth so it didn’t take that long to check on everyone, especially the slum area. Little did Chrom know that there was a scheme stewing in the castle. Apparently, one of the previous nobles who was part of the council hired a couple of assassins to take down the queen. 

As the king was going around the town, the assassins snuck into the castle as workers and waited until Rebecca and Lucina were in the courtyard so they can assassinate her. Their attempt was going to succeed if it weren’t for the vigilant eye of Spartan who jumped in time to intercept their attacks until the guards came to his aid. However, the assassins were careful enough to have a mage with them who clearly was prepared in case the ‘Masked Terror’, which they named Spartan, appeared. That mage used a high level of magic to hit Spartan and it certainly damaged him but he continued to fight until they were down. Though, the damage was unrepairable by S.T.A.R. and cannot be healed. Spartan breathed his last in Rebecca’s arms as Lucina kept shaking him and calling him by the name she picked. “Hunty! Hunty!!! Hunty wake up! Please!” her fragile voice echoed around the courtyard but spartan did not respond.

It was after a couple of hours when Chrom and his crew came back to see the castle guards on high alert. When he heard something about Rebecca and Spartan, Chrom jumped off Argent to run into the castle to search for his wife and father-in-law. He ran in the hallways like a mad man, searching for them when some maid, crying their eyes out, pointed to Spartan’s room.

“No...no...no no no!” he rushed ahead and swung the door open to see Rebecca hugging Spartan and crying while Lucina clinging to his arm, tugging it to make him get up. “...No...that can’t...be...” to his voice, both of them looked at him with red and teary eyes. Lucina jumped off the bed and rushed to flung herself at her dad, crying and demanding that he goes to wake up grandpapa because he is not listening to her. “Lucina....” he crouched down to hug her tightly, nothing came out of his mouth except his whimpering. Frederick was outside along with Sumia and Cordelia who took Lucina outside to keep her away from this. 

Chrom was hesitant to step closer towards Spartan and Rebecca but he summoned his courage to do so. Walking towards his wife, he crouched down beside her to pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry....I know...I’m sorry....Please, don’t do this to yourself...” his eyes looked towards the man but quickly darted away in shame. 

If Rebecca remained here she will do something to herself thus he had to drag her outside where Lissa was there and she kindly escorted the queen back to their chamber. Chrom wanted to go with Rebecca but...Spartan....

He walked back into the room and walked back to his father. He’s....asleep right? Chrom removed his glove and reached to touch Spartan’s face ...cold...it’s cold...A low whimper escaped his throat, pressing his forehead against his. “Why....? Why? You can’t do this to me...You can’t!” he remained for a couple of minutes before covering his face and went back to his room.

Thanks to Lissa, Rebecca was fast asleep. “Thank you....I....no...I’m not okay....no, I don’t need a potion.....it’s...fine. Lissa....please, Lucina.....thank you...” god...he wanted to give lucina a happy life but look now. she saw her grandfather die in front of her eyes. so much for putting efforts into this.

Chrom sat back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “How....how did this happen?.... Father....” he pressed his hands against his face to muffle his crying.

The next day, a proper funeral was made to honor Spartan. Not only he saved the Queen and the Princess, but all of Ylisse. Spartan was buried in the royal cemetery because he’s ...a family. Rebecca mentioned something about Spartan being an essential subject in the Spartan project but Chrom could care less about whatever project that was. The man who died is his father and anyone who dares to take his body has to face his blade first. How shameful would people go to simply retrieve a dead body?     

Once everything was done, Lucina and Rebecca were sitting beside the grave and Chrom watched them from the back. Frederick took the liberty to inform Chrom that this won’t do. Even now, the weather is not that great for the Queen and Princess to remain outside that long. “Yeah...but can you move them?” his eyes filled with sadness, the knight shook his head and remained silent.

The king gave them enough time to register the whole thing before he walked and carried Lucina up. “Dear...let’s go back. Your father wouldn’t want you to cry like this. He...he was a hero, he is a hero. A proper thing to do is to smile. He loved your smile, right? Don’t deprive him from that. I’m sure he’s with Emmeryn now--looking after us wherever they are now.” he stretched his free hand for the queen to take it and get up.

“Heh, see? Lucina, isn’t mommy pretty?” the princess sniffled and nodded with a beaming smile to match her mother’s. “I’ll be always in his debt, for bringing you here and for protecting you...We’re lucky to have had him with us.” 

Their hands intertwined and he squeezed her hand, “We’ll get through this together, right? You told me Emmeryn wouldn’t want me to be sad for something she personally chose. As a father, I understand what Spartan did. Let’s keep his memory alive.”

[randomshortlightnovels]

Hospital First person story.

With a sudden jolt I wake up. My eyes are glued open, and all can see are rows ofbeds and curtains. I stare at the beds, every single one of them is empty. Everything isextremely clean, and every bed looks to perfectly made with a keen sense ofperfection, waiting to be used. I inhale through my nose; all that I can smell is bleach. Itry to force my brain to remember how I ended up in this situation, “What did I do?Think, brain, think.”A feeling of dejavu washes over me, “Hospital, hospital I am in a goddam hospital!” Isuddenly glace over to my right, as I do so I feel an extremely painful, stabbingsensation in my lower abdomen. I quickly peel off my sheets and encounter blood-soaked bandages wrapped around my abdomen. Involuntarily I wretch my head away:I truly hate the sight of blood, as I do so, I hit my hand on an IV pole that is standingnext to my bed. It is then I notice that there is a clear tube coming from the baghanging near the top of the IV pole; I read the black text on the bag – normal saline. Ibegin to follow the line of the clear tube; it attaches to the back of my right hand. I lookback up at the top of the pole; the IV bag is almost empty. I glance down to theground; on the floor lays 4 empty, crumpled IV bags, a scalpel that is swimming in asmall pool of blood and a bent sewing needle.I try to remember, force my brain to retrace my situation: I have no recollections of anyof this, of how I ended up in this situation. I decide I am going to do something; I amgoing to either try to get someone to help me or, try and get out of this hospital. I startyelling, using what little strength I have to try and reach out to someone; as a do thismy abdomen begins to feel like it is on fire again; telling myself to push through thispain but I suddenly start to feel a new sensation. I glance down to the bandages – theyare becoming redder and redder. My brain registers I am bleeding, I hate the sight ofblood. Blood begins to ooze out of the bandages. I suddenly stop screaming How canI stop this blood? I glance down to the floor again; I see the bent sewing needle andwithout any thought I reach down and grab it. I then start to search for some thread. Ilook down to my bed sheets I see that a small part of the sheets is fraying, I decide tograb the small thread, I begin to pull at it, it comes apart easily. I somehow managedto pull off a ruler sized amount of thread, I then begin to unwrap my bandages, as I doso the wound on my abdomen begins to secrete a trickle of blood. As I peel back thebandage further, it begins to start flowing out of my wound, I reactively place my handover the wound. I then try with one hand to place the tread into the needle; after a fewaggravating attempts I succeed in placing the thread into the needle, after this I beginthe start restitching my wound. I place the needle on the edge of the wound, as I do soI feel a slight pinch as I thrust my hand, driving the needle into the wound’s edge. Ifeel a sharp pain, I then begin the pull the needle through. I can feel the threadpassing through my skin. I grit my teeth and continue to restitch my wound; theagonising pain of the needle driving me nearly insane.After I finished stitching my wound I struggle sit upright, the stabbing pain of myabdomen still resonating with me. I look over to my right hand, and I decide that I needto remove this IV tube from my hand. I feel back the sticking plaster holding the IV inplace, grip my fingers around the small IV needle that is wedged into my hand, myhand begins to sweat; quickly I yank the needle; as I do so, I feel an immense pain inmy hand - pain comparable to the sewing needle. Blood begins to spurt out of theback of my hand; I hate the sight of blood; I instinctively swing my other hand over toapply pressure to the newly created wound. I swing my legs, with my body following tothe right side of my bed. Removing my left hand from my wound and reach out to theIV pole to try and support myself as I stand up, as I do so, I slip on the small bloodpool, almost slicing my foot on the scalpel, I use the IV pole to reposition myself,carefully stepping over the pool of blood and scalpel. I decide to retrieve the scalpelthat is swimming in the pool of blood; it could serve some further use; who knows whatis outside this room.Slowly and carefully, I make my way to a set of double doors. The doors have a smalldinnerplate sized viewing area that allows you to see out into a hall. As I walk my barefeet make a slight echoing, pattering noise that bounces off the stark, white, bleachsmelling walls. Brandishing the scalpel out in front of me, I look behind myself, I cansee scarlet footprints behind me. Approaching the doors with all the speed I canmuster, I quickly peer out of the viewing portholes into the hallway; the hallwayappears to be dark; a flickering green light illuminates further down the way. Slowly Iopen the door, trying to make the least amount of sound as possible, as I enter thehallway, I check both ways, but I am unable to see anything as the hallway isextremely dark. I begin to walk down the hallway, as I do so I see a hospital bed that isturned over on its side. Quickly I dart over to the overturned bed, hoping to see if thereare any clues as to where other people might be, I immediately regret doing this, aswhen I peer over the bed is see a man dressed in a blue janitor uniform, laying on hisside, the blank stare of death on his bloodied face. I glace down to his neck, hisjugular is exposed to the elements, shatter pieces of scalpel blade are lodged withinhis neck flesh. I fall with terror onto the hard cold floor. I try to regather my thoughts,compose myself and begin crawling over to the body, using one hand to cover myeyes from seeing the bloodied face. I search the body, going through their pockets,looking for clues. In the man’s left leg pocket, I feel a smooth, plastic- like surface, Ipull the item out and begin reading it - it reads “Psychiatric Clinical Hospital No. 1,level one clearance.” I place the card into my pocket and begin to stand up, still usingmy hand to block out the man’s bloodied, expressionless face.I continue to walk down the dark abyss of a hallway, grasping the scalpel tighter, I fearthat whatever happened to that man, could happen to me. I begin looking at the doorsof the rooms that I am passing in the hallway. After passing a few more rooms I lookup and, in the distance, I can see the faint green glow of what looks like an emergencyexit sign, I rush over towards the sign, the sound my increased speed footstepsechoing within the hall. When I arrive at the door that is underneath the emergencysign, I peer through the glass on the door. I see a staircase. I place my hand on thedoor and begin to turn handle and pull on the door; I step inside the stairwell, the stairrailings appear dilapidated and rusted, I walk over to the stairs and begin my descent.With each step I take I can hear the stairs under me creak and groan. As I continue todescend them, I pass a floor number scribbled on the wall; 5,4,3,2,1, G. As I arrive onthe ground floor, I creep cautiously over to the door, trying to contain my urgency; Ipeer through the glass, I can see a reception area. Slowly begin to open to door; itbegins to creak, the sound echoing within the stair well.Closing the door behind me, I walk into the reception area. Documents litter theground, the reception desk is flipped over, computer screens lay shattered and brokennext to the reception desk. I begin to walk over to the entrance double glass doors; Istare out past the glass. To my astonishment all I can see is trees, everywhere aretrees. It appears that this hospital is in the middle of a forest. I begin to push open thedoors and step out into the forest. As I do so, two things catch my eye: to my right-hand side lays a 10 speed bike, propped up against a tree; the bike is a faded, whitecolour with a large amount of visible rust on the frame and wheel spokes, the back tyreof the bike is visibly flat. To my left is a concrete block that is level to my waist,mounted on the centre of the block is a silver, upright tap. I decide to go over to thetap. I place my hand on the cold spindle handle of the tap, as I do so I can feel ashiver go down my spine, I place my face above tap outlet and twist the spindle withmy hand. Water gushes upward, hitting my face. I begin to gulp, the water is cold, itgushes out of my mouth and splashes down onto my hospital gown. I look up, the sunshines brightly onto my face. I decide that If I am going to solve this mystery of why Iam here at this place, what happened to the other people at this hospital and how Icame to be injured, I am going to need to search for other people, people who mightknow. This is my quest. I begin. Walking off into the forest, walking towards the sun.The hospital building behind me gets smaller and smaller. I wonder if I will ever return

[dpomalescreative]

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If Ever I could Express #thedesire to Rid myself of #thispain in a scene... #thisisit ... The pain is relentless... 19yrs in the making!!!... If Only I could offer it in such a way... Where no one else could be hurt!!!...Or a Dr would do their job and #gotothesource #findasolution #painreliever #scenesfromamovie #thehulk #marvelcomics #ptsd #bfht #bluntforceheadtrauma #atlasrocked (c1) (at Marvel Comics) https://www.instagram.com/p/BytHpB7BcdN/?igshid=6mxpww7ubi0

[iamshayblack]

. . Any mother who has lost a child, I feel your pain and it hurts . . ©ShAy Black 2017/All rights reserved . . #iamshayblack #sharonblack #shayblack #poetry #poetessandherpen #writeitout #poetrybyme #poetry247 #poetryinmyheart #poetryaddict #poetryisart #iamapoetess #poetryishealing #thispain #dilapidatedmothers #findpeace #livelife #behappy #havetofindsomejoy #goodfriendsholdingmedown

[thefabraja]

#youmayhavetogo #butsomeday #youwilluse #thispain #sayingoodbye #toyou #howcaniresist #thepower #superpower #asubtlepower #atoughlove #toomuchtobear #thefabraja (at San Juan, Trinidad and Tobago)

[pikemoreno]

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[tishashantel]

I feel like crying all over again.💔 #ThisPain 💔

[stylessemantics]

Harold with a tiny Harold

HAROLD WITH A TINY HAROLD AAAHHHH 😭 💔 OMGG ITS TOO ESRLY FOR THISPAIN+1 vote for sonHarry with a son or Harry with a daughter let me know

[meldahhazel]

This pain

People keep saying that When you experience pain

You either decide to let it:

destroy you define you or strengthen you

But they don’t realise that this pain will definitely destroy you and you have to build up yourself into a whole new person of which it defines you and that will come with a whole new strength

#ThisPain

[babbiegrey-blog]

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