#tw: surgery

[aworldinsideaperson]

Loss-Robert “BOB” Floyd

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x wife!reader

Plot: The worst day of Bob’s life.

Warnings: Critical injuries, medical themes (probably many inaccuracies), Angst, sadness, potential for death, car accident, talk of Carol Bradshaw’s death.

Word Count: 2,967

Robert Floyd had few fears. If asked, he would say the list of things that scared him was rather short. Spiders, talking to new people, and death. Though as he walked in circles around the hospital waiting room he wondered if the only thing that truly terrified him would come to pass.

He couldn’t tell if it had been seconds or hours since he arrived, a phone call he never expected to receive putting him in auto pilot; one moment standing beside his friends smiling to being in the faux comforting waiting area trying to piece together the words the doctor had uttered.

Accident. Bleeding. Severe. Surgery. Everything we can. Everything we can. Everything. We. Can. Bob Floyds one, true, debilitating fear coming to fruition. The loss of his wife.

He was hardly aware of his surroundings, pacing in a never ending circle, determined to walk a hole into the floor of this hospital. One by one his friends came, calmly laying a hand on his shoulder and taking a seat to watch Bob’s cyclical parade of one.

Phoenix stood from her seat, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder as he came to a stop. “Bob, why don’t you sit down.”

His head shook violently as the tears came to his eyes and his breath caught as he stuttered quickly. “I- I- I can’t. I can’t shit- sit c- c- cause they’re gonna- gonna be out any- ugh- any second and ugh they’re um- they’re gonna - they’re gonna tell me she’s okay and- and I- I just- I just- I gotta be ready. Cause- Cause if I'm standing they’ll know who to talk to and- and there won’t be any kind of um mix up with- with who to- who to talk to. So I’m gonna stand and I’m gonna wait and- and she’s gonna be fine. She’s gonna be fine and- and- and- and-” He could feel his heart beginning to race again and he found it difficult to get a breath as the panic began to rise in his chest once again.

Nat took his hand and squeezed to tightly in hopes of grounding him as she spoke gently. “What if I stand for a little while, you sit, take a breath, and I’ll stand. So they know.”

Looking into her eyes Bob took a deep breath and nodded. “Thank you.” He said softly as he squeezed her hand and moved back to the seat Natasha had vacated.

Bob sat between Bradley and Jake, taking a deep shaking breath, and Natasha stood. She took up post for her backseater, pacing in his place; half an hour she paced before Bradley took her place, then Jake after him. A change of guard every thirty minutes as each of his coworkers, his friends, his family, took turns standing and pacing and waiting. His people being there for him as much if not more than his wife.

As Bob stands, ready to let Maverick have the seat he’s vacating is when news finally comes. Striding toward the naval group was a tall man with a stoic look. “Mister Floyd?” Feeling as though the air has caught in his chest once again Robert Floyd only nods and takes a single step closer.

He tries to keep his head high with confidence as the man before him stands rigid and places his hands behind his back, his face still set without emotion. Bob is sure he’s about to get the worst news of his life, quickly playing out if anyone would be fast enough to stop him from walking into traffic. Then the doctor’s lips start to move.

“My name is Doctor Michaels, would you like to go somewhere more private?”

Robert Floyd looks around the room, filled with some of the people who cared about him most, people who’d kept him alive, people he’d kept alive, his family, and he shook his head as tears began to well up in his eyes.

Nodding, Dr. Michaels continued. “Your wife is on her way out of surgery and into recovery. Making it through the surgery was tough but she did make it. She is by no means out of the woods and I don’t want to give you a false sense of hope but you can come back and stay with her while we monitor her and get a room ready.”

Dr. Michaels began to walk away, leading Bob toward a double door as he continued to speak. “Over the next few hours we can discuss the extent of her injuries and what recovery may look like going forward.” He stopped beside a clear glass wall and Bob averted his eyes, keeping his focus on the doctor as he continued to speak. “She’s not out of the woods but making it through the surgery should be seen as a positive step.” Reaching out and placing a hand on Bob’s shoulder Dr. Michaels attempted a reassuring smile of sorts. Peaking for the first time at his badge he saw a yellow line across the bottom and the word ‘Resident’ in bold script. He wondered if this was the first time he’d had to deliver poor news. If the worst day of Bob’s life was a sort of milestone for the young man before him. “You can head in whenever you’re ready.” Squeezing his shoulder Dr. Michaels turned away and continued to walk down the hall.

Squeezing his eyes tightly Bob breathed deeply and finally turned to the door the opened automatically before him. Stepping inside the room he was greeted to a barely lit room, two nurses moving beside his wife tending to her. Tucking a blanket around her legs, hanging bags from her IV pole, quietly finishing and moving from her bedside. Both nurses gave him a small, sad smile as the left the room.

He couldn’t bring himself to move. He couldn’t bring himself to look up from the floor. The beeping. The pumping of the ventilator. He wasn’t ready to attach the surrounding sounds with an image. It feels like an eternity before he feels he can look at her. She doesn’t look like herself. Hooked up to machines, bags of medication dripping into her body, bruises and cuts marking every inch of skin he can see. It’s not until he sniffles that he realizes the tears he’s been bottling for hours have finally broken free. He moves slowly across the room, sitting in the chair beside the hospital bed. He reaches out to brush his fingers over her hand, fingers then slipping into her palm and drawing patterns on the soft skin. The only place that seems to be free from cuts.

Letting out a breath he trains his eyes on the face of the woman he’s loved for so long. “Hello there Mrs. Floyd, it’s me, Mr. Floyd your husband. I’m here darlin’.

Hours had passed, the sun long since set when a hand was once again placed on his shoulder. His fingers still drawing on the skin of his wife’s palm as he looked up at several staff members shuffling into the room. The woman holding his shoulder spoke gently. “We’re going to transfer her to the ICU now. The process of moving patients can be overwhelming for family so if you’d like to come with me I have some paperwork for you to work on; you can it back to the waiting room and I’ll come get you when she’s all settled?”

Bob shook his head, turning back to look at the woman he loved. “I’d much rather stay.”

“Truthfully Mr. Floyd-” She began before being cut off by Bob.

“It’s Lieutenant. Sorry she’s always on me about correcting that.” He didn’t have a habit of interrupting people. In fact if his mother had been in the room she would have attempted to scold him like he was a little boy again. But his wife was always addamet about correcting his title. Said he worked hard for it and deserved to have it recognized. She’s been so proud of his promotion she’d moaned lieutenant for hours that night.

“Lieutenant Floyd.” She began again. “Truthfully, she’s due for more sedation and there is a probability that she’s come out of it enough to experience some significant pain during the transfer. You need to take care of yourself too and you don’t need to experience that. Please. Let me come get you when we have her all settled.” She reached for the hand he had dangling over the armrest and squeezed it in her own. “I promise you if things take a turn in the time you’re away I will come and get you quicker than a flash.”

Bob looked into her eyes and as his shoulders relaxed he nodded. He squeezed wife’s hand once more, and whispered that he’d be right back as he kissed her forehead. Then he turned from the bed, following the woman out of the room and towards the nurse’s station. With a sad smile she hands him a stack of papers, a clipboard, and a pen.

“Here is that. Take your time with it. There is a lot of information and questions in there so don’t feel like you have to do it all at once.” Turning around she reached for a large opaque bag with the hospital’s name and logo printed on the front and handed it to him. “Here are her belongings. Most of the clothing was unsalvageable but everything is in there except…” Her eyes darted around the space in front of her as she searched for something. “Aha! This is the jewelry she was wearing when she came in, including her wedding ring.” Placing the small bag in his hand and wrapping his fingers around it as she squeezed his hand tightly. A feeling of comfort passed through him as she held it tightly. “I’ll come get you the moment she’s settled.”

Looking into her eyes Bob took her in for a moment. A short woman, early 50’s, graying brown hair and deep brown eyes radiating kindness. She reminded him of his mother and tears came to his eyes again. “Thank you.” His words hardly audible.

“Do you need help finding the waiting room?”

Shaking his head Bob slipped the small bag into his pocket. “No, I remember. Thank you ma’am.” She nodded and Bob turned to walk back to the room where his nightmare started.

Walking back through the double doors he looked up to find the waiting room still half full of faces he knew and a gentle smile came to his face. “What’re you guys still doing here?”

Mickey answered. “We wanted to be here in case either of you needed anything.”

Shaking his head Bob found two empty seats, placing the contents of his arms in one and plopping down heavily into the other. “You didn’t need to do that. It’s been hours.”

Natasha moved to the other side of her friend, draping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him in for an awkwardly angled hug. “We needed to be here for you. How is she?”

“Not good. Critical condition they say. They’re transferring her to the ICU and they’ll come get me when she’s settled.” He leaned forward, his forearms on his knees as he closed his eyes and tried to focus his breathing.

“How are you?” Jake asked, today one of the few times he’d been truly kind to Bob.

Looking up at him, his body still resting forward, Bob let out a huff that was reminiscent of a laugh. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” Leaning back again, eyes trained on the floor as he spun his wedding ring around his finger. “You guys should head home, it’s late and I’m sure we’ll still be here in the morning.”

“At least let us see her. Let her know that we’re here for her and that we’re with you. Whatever either of you need, we’re here.” Maverick insisted.

Looking around the room, the eyes of his friends trained on him as they all nodded in agreement so Bob nodded too. Tears filling his eyes at the love surrounding him. “Thanks guys.”

For 45 minutes the group sat in near silence; startling at every opening door or foot step rushing past. When the woman from earlier came into the room Bob made sure to take note of her name tag. Elizabeth. Social worker. She smiles warmly as she approaches Bob, taking note of the gaggle of people following along as they arrive on the 8th floor. Trekking down the hall in a single file line until they reach room 875. Directly across from the nurse’s station. Bob grabs Nat’s hand and squeezes tightly as the two of them walk into the room, everyone else lining up against the wall to wait.

He can hear Nat suck in a breath but to Bob it’s a better sight than before. The room is a little brighter, there’s a tv playing the Food Network attached to the wall, a wall of windows and they’d turned off the sound of the monitors so at least he wouldn’t have to hear the incessant beeping though the sound of the compressing ventilator still filled the room. His wife is still covered in bruises and cuts, but she looks like she’d been cleaned up. Most of the dried blood was gone, and it looked as though someone had at least attempted to smooth her hair. Sitting in the hard recliner beside her bed, Bob took her hand again and the tension in his shoulders eased. “Let everyone know they can come in when they’re ready.” Bob didn’t move as she left the room and returned with their flock.

For several minutes everyone just stood watching. Watching as her chest moved up and down. Looking at a woman whose face they knew but the could hardly recognize in the current state. Then slowly but surely they stepped up to her bedside one by one.

Fanboy taking her hand and whispering a prayer before kissing it and making a sign of the cross.

Rueben with a crack in his voice assured her that she’d be okay as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Jake had tears welling in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Bob from behind and squeezed him tightly. “I live the closest. Call me if things change.”

Coyote stayed by her feet, his face hard as he gently patted her ankle and quickly left the room.

Maverick kissed her forehead, telling Bob he’d be back in the morning.

The last three in the room, Bob, Nat, and Bradley. The three of them sat silently for some time; Natasha in the chair opposite Bob and Bradley on the couch built into the wall beneath the windows. Eventually as the clock signaled the end of one day and beginning of the next Natasha stood, pressed a kiss to her good friend’s head and turned to Rooster.

“You comin’ Roo?”

“Actually Bob, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to stay.”

Giving Bradley a sad smile he let his head fall to the side as it shook. “You really don’t have to do that Brad.”

“I want to.” He assured.

Bob nodded and Phoenix said her goodbyes, hugging her backseater extra tightly and then leaving the men alone in the room.

Bob sighed, his hand still gripping tightly to his wife’s. He leaned back in the chair and turned his head to face Rooster. “So, why’d you want to stay?”

Bradley leans back slowly, running a hand through his hair as he looks up at the ceiling. “Um, my mom was in the hospital when she died. She had been doing pretty good and we were expecting her to get out soon so no one was there. Well, no one but me. One second we were laughing and talking about going on a road trip before I left for college and the next,” His eyes were now trained on the ground, emotions surfacing that he rarely let others see. “Well the next she was gone.” Standing up, Rooster took the seat on the other side of the bed and took her hand in his. “I was alone when my mom died and I know that Mrs. Floyd here is going to make a full recovery, but on the off chance that I’m wrong, you don’t deserve to be here alone.” Bradley looked over at Bob who’s tears were once again finally spilling over.

“Can I have a few minutes alone with her right now?”

“Yeah. I’ll go find us something to snack on, gotta be a halfway decent vending machine around here.” He stood and walked out of the room, the door closing behind him.

Bob sits in silence at first. His head devoid of thoughts as he watches his wife’s chest move up and down in time with the only sound in the room. He’s holding her hand, remembering the very first time their hands touched all the way back in the 7th grade. How her fingers had brushed against his so softly as they sat side by side in the library. It happened six times before Bobby swallowed his fear and took hold of her hand firmly. Their hands had been so small then but he remembered them fitting like puzzle pieces when their fingers interlocked. Their hands had grown but they always managed to still fit together perfectly.

Bob closed his eyes tight, lifting her hand to his lips he pressed a kiss to the back of it before he looked at his wife’s face and spoke firmly. “I don’t know if you can hear me baby, but if you can, don’t give up on me.”

[sweetstwawbewwymilk]

Fun Fact! Agent Phoenix had just got the Telekenetic Implant when they start IEYTD 1!

Fun Fact! You don't go under for brain surgery!

Fun Fact! Surgical Stitches stay in the wound for 3-7 days!

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Well it’s that time of year again where I go to have vascular surgeries. Today I will have 1 of 4 surgeries that are planned over a couple of months.

If you could spam my inbox with Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan pics I would appreciate it.

Much Love - Missy

[timeguardians]

sorry I haven't done much in the way of replies. My mom had a MAJOR surgery and had complications. She could have died this week when they tanked her sodium and potassium. Took her four days to answer simple questions from me. I've been a train-wreck since. I've been carrying the entire house worth of chores, stress working out, and have been super sick with iron levels. I've been so tired. soooo stressed. And I've had to make a million phone-calls.

[donethedevilspedicure]

So, uh, in between being put on meds that turned down my ADHD and anxiety in return for my autism to be all "man, I do not have the energy for social fandom interaction, I'll mess it up anyway" –

– two weeks ago, I hurried to the local hospital on a weekend night. It took them one and a half day to decide on emergency surgery, which they executed so brilliantly that my respect for surgeons has increased one millionfold (iyk why nobody wants unplanned surgery in particular yk). I've been doing spectacularly shitty, and things are still smelly and brown, but better each day.

My point is, I'm still here, and I probably will publish more Stancest fanfic in the future, but I both feel like I've been run over by a fleet of every possible type of automobile to ever exist, and I'm drained of energy to participate in the social side to the Stancest community. I'll stand by what I've always said, that each one of you is wonderful and that what we have is precious and needs to be nurtured with respect and kindness, and I hope those of you who know who I am will take my absence not as contempt or leaving the community behind, but as a socially awkward clown who's had their anxiety turned down and their insides forcibly rearranged (literally).

And that, when I do publish my stuff to the void of the internet, you'll give me a little wave in return. I'd love that very much. And I promise I'll wave to your void hurlings as well when I'm better.

All my love.

Devi

[jj-exe]

Just had wisdom tooth removal!

What makes it special, you ask? You can read about it below. I will be recovering in the meantime, so please wait on scheduled posts.

The fact they were in my sinuses and I haven't been able to breathe correctly since I was 12 years old.

Why did I go so long without help?

Fat phobia. I was in the orange on the bmi. Therefore, the reason for the migraines, throbbing pain, swollen shut sinuses, and stinging in my face was because I was fat.

I haven't breathed this well in FIFTEEN years because of fat phobia!!!

Children shouldn't have to suffer because an adult simply doesn't like how they look. It's BS.

[bambini-della-luna]

Lumpkin was a very good boy and helped keep us calm before surgery. The nurses gave him compliments for being so cute!

He was very worried and happy to see us afterwards. All the pets and cuddles for the best boi.

[hextech-workaholic]

(OOC post but hey I'm getting top surgery today so my responses are probably going to be pretty non-existent for a bit depending on how I feel afterwards? So if I'm not responding to asks or messages please know it's just because I am about to purposely lose a knife fight.)

[leviathanxprincess]

Had unplanned surgery today so if I pull for tortured satan now I better damn well get him

[diazsdimples]

hi james!!⚕️⚕️⚕️for the wip game please <3

Hi Newbie! Sorry for the monumental wait on this one 😅. Also a warning for descriptions of surgery

As gentle as he can be, Eddie gets a hand into her uterus and feels for the baby. It’s tiny, probably no bigger than a pound or two, and it’s completely limp when he delivers it. “Buck, are you ready for me?” Eddie calls, not taking his eyes off his work. “Yep, good to go.” As quick as he can without hurting the baby, Eddie clamps and cuts the cord, and turns to place the baby safely in Buck’s outstretched arms. Their eyes meet and Eddie can see the uncertainty in Buck’s eyes as he wraps the baby in the plastic film to help conserve its heat. You’ve got this. “Eddie, she’s crashing!” Eddie turns back to the table, cursing as he fumbles for his scalpel, intent on delivering the placenta as quickly as possible so he can stop the bleeding.

Tagging @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley and @inell who also asked about this wip

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Spent the whole day at the hospital. Husband underwent a standard, non-urgent procedure, but it was under general anesthesia so it was still a day™.

I had my D&C at the same hospital four months ago, so I remembered all the procedures and knew my way around, which really helped put my husband at ease. I was so proud that I got through the day completely fine despite the memories.

But I know I’ve been building up to this moment. I’ve been feeling so much stronger this past month - I think this means I’ve processed the miscarriage, I’ve worked through my feelings, and I can finally look back on it without breaking down. I’ve come out the other side, and I’m so damn proud of myself for getting there ❤️

[timeguardians]

ooc: I'm going to be queueing replies as I can. I'll be headed for surgery. The current date is October 11th which is two weeks earier than anticipated. I'm on the cancelation list-so I may go in sooner.

[twistedhypersonicnavigator]

Guess who's back!

Well sorta. I went on a cruise for a week and then realized that maybe I'm overshooting my abilities here. I keep posting a chapter a week and honestly its beginning to feel like I'm throwing myself to far out there so I'll write chapters whenever I feel I can. this way I won't write short ones, I'll write longer ones and it'll give me a chance to think further then what I've got written.

I've been writing for 32 years now and this is the firsts real break I've given myself. Sounds bad I know, but I need some me time to think. Cheers!

[captain-rbf-benson]

Eye surgery attempt 3! Let’s go guys!

It’s only one eye and I’ve a pirate patch! Please send things so I’ve something to take my mind off it afterwards?

Also my dms are open and I’m good for plotting

[maternity-morningstar]

Oh Al......

Husk: *dragging Alastor inside the hospital*

Alastor: *trying to resist but he’s weak* Husker it’s too late for me! There’s nothing anyone can do!

Husk: You need a doctor!

Nurse: *overhearing them* What’s going on?

Husk: He’s miscarrying! He needs a doctor! He’s also running a fever!

Nurse: We need a gurney, stat! Get him into Room 4!

Husk tightened his grip on Alastor, who was pale and trembling, his usual confident demeanor completely shattered.

A gurney rolled up, and Husk helped carefully lift Alastor onto it. The nurse immediately started assessing his condition as they wheeled him into the room.

Nurse: *checking his vitals * His temperature is dangerously high, and he’s losing blood. We need an OB specialist in here now!

As they worked, Husk paced outside the room, running his hands through his hair, muttering to himself. He’d just come from Lucifer’s emergency surgery, and now this?

Husk: *to himself* Damn it, Al... you’re the stubborn one, you’re supposed to be fine. What the hell’s goin’ on?

Inside the room:

A doctor entered, gloves already on, and quickly scanned Alastor’s chart.

Doctor: *assessing the situation as the nurses work to stabilize Alastor* We’ve got signs of a miscarriage, significant blood loss, and a fever indicating potential infection. Prep for an emergency procedure. We need to confirm the status of the fetus and locate the source of the bleeding.

Nurse: *nodding quickly* Yes, doctor. IV fluids are started, and his vitals are being monitored.

The ultrasound machine was brought in, and the doctor carefully guided the probe across Alastor’s abdomen. The screen flickered with grainy images that the doctor and nurses studied intently.

Doctor: frowning as they examined the screen That’s… unusual. The fetus appears larger than expected for this stage, likely due to a hybrid species situation. This might explain some of the strain on his body.

Alastor: Is there a heartbeat still?

Doctor: No. No heartbeat. I’m sorry.

Nurse: What about the bleeding?

Doctor: *squinting at the screen* There’s significant uterine damage, likely from the size mismatch. This was a high-risk pregnancy. We need to stabilize him and decide whether it’s safe to proceed or if intervention is required to save his life.

Alastor: *groaning weakly, clutching at the edges of the gurney* Just… do what needs to be done, doctor…

Doctor: *nodding firmly* Understood. Let’s get you through this, Mr. Alastor.

Nurse: *places an oxygen mask over Alastor’s mouth and nose* Just breathe in dear. Don’t try to fight it…

Alastor: *starts breathing in the anesthesia and is out before he realizes it…*

[jays-art-dumpster]

This morning while I was in the hospital waiting room for my top surgery an ad for the 911 season finale came on the TV, and the nurse helping me was named Howard!! When I was waking up from the operation I was falling in and out of consciousness and had a dream that Bobby was still alive in cannon. I straight up thought I had entered another universe, but that was probably the anaesthesia talking lol