#tw: hospital mention

[kylos-starlight]

"We had to step away for a bit... Kaden took a nasty fall while outside. My angel had a terrible vertigo attack and was emitted to hospital. Staying by their side."

[xtinyslip]

gideon had heard bits and pieces about what had happened to his dad. no, nothing that any of the nurses would confirm and it wasn't as if anyone had been to see him since then. he couldn't have heard right that parker done that? even if he had... right now, he would have done anything to see him. after all, he wasn't supposed to get out of bed and it had been how long since anyone would properly speak to him? he didn't even get edgar or cecilia visiting since all the chaos he'd heard outside the hospital wing. they'd rushed his dad somewhere but why couldn't they let him be here with him? well, he didn't know whether it was the medication he was on had started to wear off. gideon didn't know what made being there that unbearable but it just snapped in him. HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE IN THERE ANYMORE. struggling to pull out the wires and tubes from his arms that were connecting him to the monitors and fluid bags. he'd just managed to swing his legs over the bed, when he heard the door open and footsteps rushing. "no, don't make me lie back down. i need to get up. i -- i need to get out of here." was he in any condition to? no, he bent over, hand on his chest because of how much it hurt. "don't make me, please?" @lcvenderhcze @fcdcdmcmories

[ceruleanmusings]

Blood Diamond; Year Three

Year Two tw: hospital mention, allergy / allergic reaction, weight loss mention note: trying something different with this one

"I can't believe you! I told you—I told you! And you didn't listen! You never listen to me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't going to fix anything! You hurt our little boy!"

"I did!?"

"He can't have nuts!"

"I didn't know!"

"...You didn't know? You didn't know James, your son—the son you so desperately wanted—had an allergy? What else don't you know, then?"

"Oh, don't do this Brooke."

"No, we're going to do this! Because of you, James will be traumatized for life!"

"That's ridiculous! It's not anaphylaxis! It's a mild allergy. Even the doctors said so!"

"Because that's better! 'James, I only hurt you a little bit! But it's okay because you didn't die'."

"Don't put words in my mouth. That's not what I'm saying and you know it."

"No, I don't. I don't know what you're trying to say at all. Only that James doesn't matter to you."

"He's my son! Of course he matters!"

"Then where were you when his daycare had their 'Dinosaurs with Dads' event? Hmm?"

"I was sleeping—I had a long night, Brooke! You know shows don't end until 11 or midnight. And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're home all day doing nothing! You could have been watching him!"

"Excuse me, I make sure you have a nice, clean house to come home to and 'relax' in, as you say."

"We have a maid service."

"Do you know how long it takes to vet them?"

"I'm not the one who has a problem with all of them."

"I wouldn't have a problem with them if my husband could keep his eyes in his head."

"Well maybe if you dressed up a little bit I wouldn't be looking at anything else."

"I have a three-year-old crawling all over me all the time! He grabs and pulls and ruins my clothes! If I'm out of his sight for a second he comes and finds me! It never ends! I needed a break from him! So what? You never see him! And the first thing you do when you're actually home is push him away and let him eat anything he wants!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"Don't tell me. Tell James. Tell James how sorry you are for hurting him. Tell your son how sorry you are for never being there for him."

"I'm working. Someone has to provide for this family!"

"And you provided the vehicle that sent him to the hospital. You're Father of the Year, like you've always wanted. Congratulations."

"...Forget it. I'll see you at home."

"Mommy, I'm itchy."

"I know, James, I know. But everything will be better soon, okay? Mommy will make it better. Mommy knows what you need to be healthy. Your daddy doesn't. Okay? Mommy will take care of you. From now on, I'll be in charge and make sure nothing hurts you ever again."

"Okay. Thank you. I love you, Mommy."

"...Excuse me, James says he's still itchy. Shouldn't he be feeling better by now?"

"Mrs. Diamond, as I've explained before—"

"Then you need to explain it again. Maybe using better words this time since you imply that I don't seem to understand my baby boy is suffering."

"...It will take some time for the antihistamines to go through his system but they're doing their job and he'll be good as new."

"Good as new. Really? James has just gone through a traumatic experience and you think he'll be the same after this? You think he'll just be able to forget? Like he wasn't harmed?"

"It's just an expression, Mrs. Diamond. With the right support, I only meant—"

"I knew what you meant. And it's okay. Because I'll be here for him and be all the support he needs. ...Oh and nurse? While you're here, I'd like to discuss James' weight loss options."

@raging-violets @myloveforhergoeson @witchofinterest @partiallypearl

[eternatustruther]

(@friendball-irl)

Volt, when's the last time you saw Bee?

What was she going to do?

Last time I saw her, I was making sure she was settled in at the hospital and we confirmed that I was going to take care of Nightlight and Blink while she's there.

Last I know, she was going to do some more tests and then try eating again. Why?

[mymanymerrymuses]

oKAy the last two weeks have been a full on emotional rollercoaster - and I suspect the next several will be also - but right now I am at the point where I'm just dealing with information as I get it and getting on with life as best I can.

It means my presence on Tumblr will DEFINITELY be spotty, and I might be sticking to short, fun replies that I can get done as a happy little distraction in 15 minutes here and there. I'm not announcing an official hiatus or semi-hiatus, but that is kind of what's happening.

No real details but a little summary of what's going on:

My mother is ill. She's spent the last two weeks in hospital. She will not be coming home for at least another week - probably two, possibly longer - and when she does come home there will still be a lot of recovery to go and a lot of care she'll need.

So basically a lot is changing and there's a lot to adjust to.

But, I got to see her today and saw some people who were assessing her current needs and it reassured me a little bit. Honestly, before today it was starting to sound like she would not come home. She's still very ill, but we're actually looking at recovery now. In the meantime, I'm just keeping the house running.

[hells-sirenqueen]

{ So, I don't usually post a lot about my health on here but this is becoming a problem to the point where I had a mental break down twice this evening.

I have been dealing with severe cold symptoms ever since mid-June. It's getting to the point where I can barely breathe for ten minutes without having a major coughing fit that makes me sick to my stomach. I thought I was dealing with a normal cold, then tested positive for covid after my bday in June.

But things haven't gotten better. So I'm going to see if I can make an appointment in the near future cause I do be suffering here. I hate it.

So..if my activity drops, guess who's gonna be in the hospital? 8D

I feel like an absolute wreck so I do apologize for not responding to many threads. I'll be responding to things when I can..

I'm amazed at myself for being able to help with an event on four different blogs while feeling sick as shit.

[friendball-irl]

D:

Uncle Gray!!! Are you okay I didn't even know you got hurt do you need help??

Lol, hey Flare.

I'm okay, don't worry. I just had to have surgery is all. Apparently my, uh, appendix burst while I was Muted and I didn't notice until last week, eheh... There was a pretty bad infection that I'm still fighting, so I'm in a wheelchair and taking some pretty strong meds until I'm all better.

Thankfully I managed to convince them to let me go to the wedding hehe!

[heath-morgan]

is there any moment you thought u would die but didn't?

“hell yea, 2008. montreal gp. well, i crashed into that bare concrete wall and got knocked out cold for hours. dont remember a fuckin’ thin’ but they had to stop the race right then and there. took me out of the car, the docs rushed to help me and i was airlifted straight to the hospital. ended up stayin’ there bout four days under observation”

[beeanonxx]

I finally got home, I guess the memory problems also messed with my sense of direction lol

Probably gonna still be off work for a few days, I don't feel that good still. Just good enough to not need to be in the hospital.

[themarissaharrison]

closed starter for @nsloanefms​ 

A few more days went by and Nicola was finally discharged from the hospital, able to be back home, though doctor’s orders were to rest as much as possible. Neither of them were particularly good at resting, at staying still and quiet and letting the world pass them by. Marissa especially struggled with not doing anything, and while she by no means needed the money, having Queen’s closed for the entire weekend and more made her feel like she was missing out - running at a loss. She needed to close up, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but itch to get back in there. So, once Nic was settled, and they’d spent a day or two catching up on all the missed time, she decided to reopen and go back to work. She tried not to think about it, or talk about it, but the truth was she desperately needed the distraction... She wasn’t okay.

So, that’s where she’d been for most of the afternoon, through into the late hours of the night. She’d stayed a little late after close, finding a deeper distraction in something Enzo provided, a few drinks to wash it down. She fired off a text ‘finishing up some paperwork, be home soon’, so Nic perhaps wouldn’t worry as much. It wasn’t a whole lie - she did do some paperwork. Eventually, she got home, walking through the door and dropping her bag and coat by the hanger, locking up immediately. She never used to do that. But paranoia was a wise trait to have these days.

Riss thought about calling out, but she didn’t want to wake Nic if the older woman had fallen asleep. So she moved through the house quietly, checking first the gym (though she’d be pissed if that’s where she found her), then the deck, then up into the bedroom before finally finding her out of their bedroom balcony. “Hey...” She greeted softly, walking over and wrapping her hand around her waist. “I missed you,” Riss whispered as she kissed her cheek.

[xtinyslip]

cecilia had a pretty good idea of the scene that was going to unfold if her father walked in on her in the same room as will right now. in fact, she was pretty certain of the reaction if she just so happened to be on the same floor as him. it wasn't going to get better and before her father could leech himself onto will any more, she knew what she had to do. "hey, sleeping beauty." teasing gently, trying to smile. there was a very specific reason why she hadn't been able to spend much time with him here but she'd always tried. even if her visits had usually been fleeting. cecilia hated seeing him in the hospital like this, it almost made him look vulnerable and she wasn't going to allow her father to take advantage. "how are you feeling? hm?" had she been taking photo's of his charts so that she knew what medication she needed to take before she got him out of here. that was IF he wanted that. as tempting as it was to take him either way, she wasn't going to dictate his decisions like her father. did she even know where they could go? no, but after her argument with finn… well, she knew they shouldn't stay. @demongemz

[raynes-musings]

       I'm the disease.

           I'm the cure.

  I'm the DOCTOR.

       I'm the reason you're in the hospital.

              But you can call me GOD.

[alice--pallas]

location: the creamery

date: february 7

@outlcws

While Alice certainly wasn't the poster child for marriage, given that her own had ended so pitifully, she did know a thing or two about planning a wedding. She wasn't the wedding planner, of course--Stella and Cy were smartly leaving that up to an expert. Still, Alice wanted to do whatever she could to help and to be quite honest, it was a welcome distraction to everything else going on right now, both in the town and in her personal life. She was beginning to feel rather foolish, though she'd never admit out loud and certainly not to her twin or anyone else who thought she was making a big mistake--and maybe she was. It wouldn't be the first time.

She was already drinking her iced latte when Bandit stumbled in, clearly not in any sort of rush. The dynamic between the two friends was...interesting to say the least. Alice certainly admired her spunk and her spontaneity. She appreciated someone who had no issue with telling people how it was with no holds barred. However, the journalist also thought that at times, the burlesque dancer could be reckless and maybe a smidge immature. Plus, she was friends with the Weiss sisters, who were certainly their own brand of messy. Then again, could she really fucking judge someone for having connections to someone on the Council (or in the sisters' case, being related to someone who was on the Council)? The answer was undoubtedly hell no. Still, Alice felt a bit weary of Bandit, never really knowing what was about to come out of her mouth. Then again, maybe it was just because the woman reminded Alice of herself, ten years ago, back when she'd been reckless and immature herself.

Nevertheless, giving her companion a small smile, she said "Hey! So I think the first order of business is Stella's accessories." Nothing like getting down to brass tacks immediately--though to be fair, she couldn't help it, as she was unsurprisingly over-caffeinated. Besides, it may sound trivial, sure, but the bartender was busy as fuck these days, given her job and helping Cy take care of the kids so when Stella had reluctantly expressed feeling overwhelmed with planning, the girls had agreed to help take some things off of her plate (Alice also felt that she 'owed' her in a way, given the way that they'd so graciously taken care of Rhea when Alice had been in the hospital). As insignificant as accessories might sound, they were very important--especially when it came to the age-old notion of having something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. To be fair, she wasn't entirely sure that Stella even fully cared about that kind of thing--wedding traditions, that is--but still, Alice wanted to be helpful wherever she could. "I know you said you were going to talk to Stella about that, what did she say?"

[helluvaflames]

@madefate

“ if it hurts, good. it means you’re still going. now just hold on a little longer. ” / blitz @ stolas !

After all this time, this wasn't how he pictured himself actually getting hurt. During that whole time of being with Striker he had thought about Blitz. That was until his daughter was mentioned and he immediately had to make sure that Striker knew never to go near her. Otherwise there really would be hell to pay if anyone ever touched her.

Now it was after Striker had hurt him. It was the first time he ever got hurt so badly. His shoulder had been banged up pretty good as well as some bruises on his legs. Even though he was in a little bit of pain he still couldn't help but think of Blitz. He hadn't seen him yet today, not until he was rushed to the hospital. Only then had he heard that familiar voice.

He lets out a small whimper as he looks at the other. "I think I may feel better if you hold me instead." Stolas flirts. Clearly still having his flirty nature even while he's injured. However, he really wouldn't mind if the other decided that he would make his wish come true. He could really use some cuddles right about now from his favorite demon in all of hell. Despite his daughter of course.

[friendball-irl]

uh, thought you might wanna know? Bee's fine, but she kinda uh, got attacked and I had to bring her to the hospital. She didn't just pass out for no reason I just didn't wanna worry you-

-@eternatustruther

...

I

I see.

Will she be okay?

[heath-morgan]

🌪️

🌪 ― a scary memory.

"everybody knows i had a downright nasty crash at the 2008 montreal gp, and that one’s burned into my memory. i went straight into that bare concrete wall -what they call the 'wall of champions'- and got knocked out cold. they had to stop the whole race, and next thin’ i know, i’m bein’ airlifted to the hospital. i don’t recall much from the race, but i sure remember wakin’ up at the hospital four days later, starin’ at the faces of folks who looked like they’d just seen a miracle. when i finally watched the crash years down the road, i understood why everyone thought i was a goner. i was beggin’ the doctors to clear me for the french gp two weeks later, and while they were real hesitant at first, i fought like hell to get back on my feet”