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amethystwrytes · 6 days ago

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Safe (Part Eight)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem. Reader X Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous.

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Depiction of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only MDNI.

Chapter WC: 10K

AN: Just a friendly reminder to peep warnings on this story (and any story that offers them) just in case you see something that makes you uncomfortable that you'd like to avoid.

~ Part Eight ~ (Series M. List Here)

“That’s a strong heartbeat Ms. ___,” the doctor smiles and turns a dial on the machine. The quiet room fills with what sounds like galloping horses, “Everything looks fantastic. Let’s measure the sack, and I can tell you about how far along you are.”

The doctor turns the dial back down a bit, slides the ultrasound wand from your vagina which you appreciate, and clicks some things on the screen.

“When will we know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Hyunjin asks excitedly.

The doctor smiles, “There are blood tests we can do near the end of the first trimester, but the anatomy scan won’t occur until Ms. ___ is about twenty-eight weeks along and right now…” the Doctor types something out on the keyboard, “she is only about ten weeks.”

The doctor clicks another button and a piece of paper slides out of the machine, she rips it off and hands it to you, “A picture of the baby,” she smiles.

“And everything looks okay?” you ask again, your fingertips gently caressing the paper in your hands.

“Yeah, right now everything looks wonderful. Did you want to schedule the blood tests in a few weeks to determine gender, and uhm,” she looks at the three of you, “we could also add DNA to the labs…”

“Excuse me?” Minhos voice gets darker and he narrows his eyes at the Doctor, you know that look and sit up quickly, squeezing his hand in yours.

“That won’t be necessary,” you smile politely, “Let’s just schedule whatever labs are required for me and to make sure the baby is healthy, but everything else can wait.”

The doctor gives you a nervous smile, “Right, okay then. Well, congratulations, again, and make sure to take your vitamins, drink plenty of water daily, and stay away from alcohol and the food items that are on the list that the nurse gave you, I’ll see you in about three more weeks.”

The doctor all but runs out of the room and you and Hyunjin look at Minho.

“What?” he asks, fingering the cuff of his sleeve as he stands.

“You need to behave in public,” you snort, removing the awful paper exam gown and grabbing your neatly folded clothes, “or I can’t bring you boys to my appointments. You scared that woman.”

“She crossed a line,” Minho points out, “If we wanted a DNA test we’d have asked for it.”

“I could wait for her in the lot, kill her after work,” Hyunjin teases, pantomiming himself choking her out with piano wire, and you smack his arm.

“Not helping!” you hiss.

“It was a shitty question,” he counters with a shrug.

“Okay maybe, yes, but we’re going to have to get used to weird questions and odd looks. I mean, look at us,” you gesture.

The room goes silent for a moment before the three of you start to giggle.

“I’ll be polite and forgiving,” Minho smiles, “for you.”

“Thank you.”

As the three of you are walking out into the lobby you hear a voice call your name.

“___?”

You turn and see Hanna, you worked with her in the Emergency Room at the hospital.

“Oh my god! It’s been ages,” she greets you with a hug.

“Hanna, how are you?”

“I’m good, I was about to go on a break and saw you,” she smiles. “Are you pregnant?”

“I, um, yes, I am,” you smile awkwardly. “Do you work here now?”

“Yeah, I switched from ER to Obstetrics, I was so tired of the drama at the hospital, I just wanted a better shift and to go home at 5pm,” she laughs, “but you! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” you smile and you can feel her catching up to the moment, finally seeing the two men standing behind you. “Um, this is Lee Minho and Hwang Hyunjin.”

She looks between the two men, “Nice to meet you…both.”

“We really ought to be going,” you say.

“Well, we should catch up soon! Honestly, it’s like you disappeared into thin air. One night you were at work and the next the admins were saying you quit without notice, I mean…where did you go? Are you working anywhere?”

“No, I um…it’s like you said, I just got tired of the drama and the rough shifts and such.”

“So you’re not working at all?”

“I am, it’s just more of a private practice kind of gig,” you lie, sort of.

“Oh, well, you should give me a call sometime, my number’s still the same, I’d love to hear about it, and what you’ve been up to,” she eyes the two men again.

“Yeah, absolutely,” you nod, “take care okay!”

You don’t give her the time to respond before you quickly push through the glass doors and out into the parking lot.

Christopher waits for the three of you in the SUV. Hyunjin climbs into the passenger seat while Minho slides into the back with you.

“What was that?” he asks.

“What was what?” you reply as if you don’t know what he’s referring to.

“Why were you weird with your friend?”

“Was I?”

“Kitten,” Minho raises an eyebrow and gives you a stern look.

“I just…” you shake your head and shrug, “I’ve been average my whole life, just normal, and I’m not anymore. I nurse criminals back to health and I’m in a polyamorous relationship with two of them and also pregnant and I just don’t know how to explain that.”

“Are you ashamed?” he asks and while there is no defense or accusation in his tone, it still makes you feel guilty, uncomfortable.

“No, I’m not ashamed of you, or us, or what I’m doing but I also haven’t had to be in a position where I needed to explain it all, Hanna caught me off guard. That’s all,” you explain.

“Okay,” he nods, reaching across the seat to squeeze your hand, “I love you ___, I want you to be comfortable and happy, you know that, right?”

“Yes baby, I know.”

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“I had a meeting with Kim Namjoon today,” Minho says, sitting at the dining table, the entire group waiting intently for information. “He got a message from a realtor friend of his that Taehyung is about to close on some property, an abandoned sugar mill near the river.”

“Well, it’s no secret he knows that we found his storehouse location, I got shot for it,” Seungmin says, “Clearly he’s looking for a new place to hide all his goodies, including our guns.”

“Exactly,” Minho nods, “They close this coming Saturday, he’ll get the keys to the lot, and by Saturday night his shit and our weapons will be moved to a new location we’re not familiar with.”

“What do you want to do?” Hyunjin asks.

“How well do you all have the warehouse memorized?”

“We could all tattoo it on our asses from memory,” Changbin jokes.

“Then tonight we set a plan in stone, and tomorrow night, we do this shit. No more talking about it, we steal those fucking guns back, set Kim Taehyungs life on fire, and watch it burn to the ground.”

The room goes quiet and you lean back on the countertop, your fingers squeezing around the edge. This is actually going to happen. For weeks it’s just been a conversation, a recon mission, and an unrealized plan of action. You knew it was coming, and you knew it was coming quickly, but your skin still feels clammy, and your heart rate jumps as you think of the inevitable danger that’s now a mere twenty four hours away.

You don’t want to know any more. You kiss Minho on the cheek and squeeze Hyunjins shoulder as you make your way up the stairs to the bedroom. All you need to do is be ready, for what? You can’t really say. However you don’t need to know the gory details of how they plan to break into Taehyungs storehouse, who they plan to hurt, and how they intend to get out with the least amount of damage done to them if such a thing is possible. Hyunjin and Felix seemed to be certain that someone might die in attempting this, and your heart hurts contemplating that thought. Would it be Jeongin or Changbin or Felix? Maybe Seungmins stubborn ass, or sweet Jisung. God forbid Minho or Hyunjin, the very thought twists your insides apart.

No. No you can’t quite let yourself think about it. You decide to think about treatment only. As you slide into the soothing bath water you think about different types of stitches, trauma procedures, and what medications you might need at the ready. You won’t lose anyone, you can’t. You’re too deep in this to imagine losing any of these men you care about.

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Then

It’s 6:50am and you just clocked out, walking out of the hospital into the dark parking lot, the sun not quite up yet, the sky a mixture of gray and dark clouds, indicating a storm is coming.

You take a deep breath and reach into your bag for your keys, walking into the maze of the lot toward your beat ass car.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, your keys falling to the ground with a clanky thud. You look at the man slinking up to you, hands in his pockets.

“Yes?” you respond hesitantly, gripping one of your keys between your index and middle fingers, ready to strike in case this person means to harm you.

“Do you work here?” he continues. You look at your ID badge hanging over your left shirt pocket, and the light pink scrubs you wear and stare at him.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, what I mean to ask is, are you like, a doctor or something?”

“I’m an RN,” you answer and he continues just blinking at you, “a nurse. Are you hurt?” you look at the man, who appears to be just fine.

“No, but my friend, he needs help,” the man replies, gesturing with his thumb behind him to some unseen distressed friend.

“The entrance to the Emergency Room is just straight ahead,” you turn and point from where you just came from, “The big red letters that say Emergency, you can’t miss them,” you say and turn back to your car.

“See, the thing is,” he takes another step towards you and you instinctively take a step back, “We can’t go inside.”

“Why can’t you go inside?”

“I can explain everything but my friend really needs your help,” he says.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you laugh, “Do you think I’m going to follow a strange man deep into this massive parking lot for you to throw me in a trunk or something?”

“No ma’am, please, I mean you absolutely no harm, and I’ll explain while we walk but my friend…he’s bad, alright? There’s blood everywhere and it won’t stop and I’m afraid he’s going to die but I cannot take him into the hospital or he definitely will.”

“This is the part of our conversation where I whip my phone out and call security dude, so either take your friend into the hospital or get lost, okay?” you scoff and twist your key into the lock of your car door.

“Miss….” the mans expression is pleading and you look at him, really look at him, the fear in his eyes and the worry, “Please. Please help us.”

You stand staring for a few seconds more then let out a windstorm of a sigh.

“Fine. I have an emergency first aid kit in my trunk, hold on,” you slam the drivers door and slink to the trunk, opening it quickly to grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “Lead the way then.”

You follow the man deeper into the lot, weaving in and out of car aisles.

“You said you’d explain? Why don’t you start with your name and what happened,” you demand.

“My name is Hwang Hyunjin, my friends name is Minho and there’s one other guy with us, Jisung,” he starts.

“Three against one, fantastic,” you deadpan.

“I promise we aren’t going to hurt you ma’am, my friend, Minho, he’s an important man and lots of people want him dead, if he goes into that hospital and someone recognizes him, well it could be dangerous for him and anyone near him, including your coworkers, okay?”

“I don’t like the sound of that at all Hwang Hyunjin,” you shake your head as he stops at the rear of a large black van. Oh great, you think.

“Please?” he opens the doors to reveal two men, one of them holding a dirty towel over a wound, the other man wincing in pain, struggling with breath and looking very, very injured.

“Shit,” you mutter, crawling into the van, nurse mode on and completely forgetting that this could all be a trap. Although, judging by the man writhing in pain before you, you think perhaps Hwang Hyunjin was telling the truth after all.

“What happened?” you ask the other two men.

“He was shot…”

Your eyes widen as you look around, what have you gotten yourself into?

“I see,” you clench your jaw and take a closer look at the wound. “Your name’s Minho?” you ask and the man with the wound, who seems to have just now noticed you, opens his dark eyes and nods.

“Okay Minho,” you say rummaging through your woefully lacking bag, “I’m going to have to run back into the hospital, I think this is outside the capacity of my little first aid bag. Is the bullet still inside or did it go through?” you ask.

“I believe it’s still inside but I’m not sure,” Hyunjin answers.

“I need to go get a GSW kit from the med room,” you back slowly away from the van and two of the three men look at you as if they expect you to come back with security. You ought to. Every security protocol that exists is being broken right now. You try not to think about it as you jog back toward the hospital.

“Forget something?” Seokjin, the emergency department guard, cocks his head toward you.

“Yes, um, in my locker,” you fake a chuckle as you glide by. You should tell him there’s a man in the parking lot trying to be treated outside the hospital, tell him that this man is obviously some kind of bad guy, yet for some reason you don’t.

The GSW kits are locked up with the other supplies in a nearby closet, and you can’t scan your ID because if or when someone realizes it’s missing they’ll be able to trace it to you. You sigh, looking around to make sure no one is watching as you pluck Sunni’s ID badge off the nurses desk - she always leaves it lying around. It’s wrong what you’re doing, stealing things under her name, but you push through the door, grab the kit and a few extra things, shove them into your backpack and head back out. Shift changes are always busy, the incoming staff doing their first rounds to get acclimated to new patients and their needs, so you go through completely undetected except by Seokjin, who doesn’t seem to care, and plays his Nintendo Switch at the lobby desk as he always does, just giving you a smile and a nod on your way out.

You run back toward the van and swing open the doors. Hyunjin looks thoroughly impressed that you are still alone and you ignore the appreciative smile that creeps across his face.

You put on some gloves and unzip the GSW bag.

You toss the kit to him, “I need to cut open his shirt, while I do this I need you to find some clamps - they look kind of like scissors but they have curved tips that look like pliers, I’ll need to use them to get the bullet out. I’ll also need a lot of gauze, probably every bit that’s in that bag.”

“Yes ma’am,” he starts rummaging while you work at getting Minhos shirt off of him.

“Clamps,” you command and hold your bloody hand out, he places them in your palm, “Okay Minho, I think I can see the bullet, but this is going to hurt, okay?” you grimace and press your lips together tightly as you shove the clamp into the wound, the bullet is deep but retrievable and Minho is surprisingly still as you fiddle around his insides with metal.

“Got it,” you drop the clamps, “Gauze, all of it,” you instruct and the two additional men start handing you piece after piece as you shove it into the gunshot wound to stop the blood loss.

“There should be an ace bandage and some surgical tape in there, get them,” you continue directing and the men continue following orders. You bite off some tape and place it over the packed gauze, then wrap the bandage around his torso. Finally, you take a breath.

“He’ll need to be seen by a physician,” you sit back on your legs, “This is a very sloppy fix but it’s the best I can do in the back of a van. He needs antibiotics, and someone to unpack that gauze and inspect the area, probably stitch up the wound - but he should make it until you can find someone to do that. Do not leave the gauze in more than four hours, he’ll need to be seen before that but I’ve bought you time to find someone you can trust.”

“Thank you,” Hyunjin nods.

You crawl out of the van and he hands you your bag, but you shake your head, “Keep it, and you’re welcome.”

“We need to get out of here,” the other man, Jisung, says and Hyunjin nods.

“Get him seen immediately, don’t wait, there’s an emergency rural clinic in Nayeong, it’s about a two and a half hour drive but it’s a tiny, sleepy town where no one’s going to ask a lot of questions. Plus, if he hasn’t had his license revoked, the old doc that runs the clinic should be pretty easy to buy silence from, as long as he can get his liquor at the end of the day,” you share and Hwang Hyunjin smiles at you.

“What about your silence?” he asks, “Can that be bought?”

You shake your head, “I could get fired for what just happened, it breaks every protocol we have here, but I won’t say a word as long as you never come back to this hospital, I don’t want to see your face again, you hear me? Keep whatever dangerous shit you all are wrapped up in far away from here.”

“You got it Doll,” he smiles then slams the van door and slinks around to disappear into the passenger side.

You let out a shaky breath as you watch them drive off, realizing for the first time just how scared you’d been. You gather yourself for a moment then go back to your own car, you’ll go home and wash - no, burn - these scrubs that are now covered in blood, you’ll take a hot shower and you’ll go to sleep and forget about the three criminals you just assisted. In eleven hours you’ll have to be back here like it never happened.

The next morning, you should have seen it coming, should’ve known that there would be a man propped up against your car waiting for you. This time it’s Minho, the man you removed a bullet from. A small part of you is relieved to see he is up, standing, and looking decently okay though you can tell he’s sore by the way he stands with his hand pressed to his lower left side. The rest of you however, is just plain mad.

“I told you not to come back here,” you frown.

“Well, yes, but technically you were speaking to my guy,” he smirks.

“Oh, well I am so sorry for the confusion,” you roll your eyes, “but I meant all of you need to stay far, far away. Now, leave me alone before I get into actual trouble.”

“I only wanted to say thank you-,”

“You’re welcome!” you snap, “Now leave.”

“I like you,” he sucks at his lip and grins with amusement, “I wasn’t sure, but you have quite a bite to you, and now I’m certain.”

“What are you rambling about?”

“I’d like to offer you a job.”

You snort, “Not interested.”

He moves his arm and slides an envelope out from underneath his jacket then hands it to you, “Reconsider.”

You open the flap and peer inside. Money. Several stacks of money. In fact, you’ve never seen this much cash in person in your entire life. It makes your mouth go dry and you quickly close the flap and tightly clutch the envelope in your fists.

“What the Hell?” you seethe.

“That’s just my payment for yesterday, a simple Thank You. However, if you agree to come work for me, I can guarantee that kind of money regularly and promise that you’ll never want for anything ever again.”

You look at the envelope then back at him.

“I’m not a criminal,” you say.

“I’m not asking you to be a criminal, Kitten. I’m asking you to continue what you already do, just at a much higher pay rate,” he smiles.

“And what else?” you raise a brow, “Because if memory serves me right, when you make a deal with the Devil it always comes with a price.”

He shrugs, “All I’d ask of you in return is your silence, to keep what you hear and see a secret. To be someone I can trust, that’s all.”

You shake your head, “I have a job, I don’t need your money,” you extend the envelope back to him.

“Liar.”

“Pardon me?”

“You need that money, ___. You have over eighty thousand in student loan debt, you’re behind on nearly all of your utility payments, if you’re late one more time with rent your landlord has threatened to evict you, and no offense but this car looks like it’s one winter away from completely breaking down.”

“How the Hell do you know all that?” you fume.

“I always do background checks on my employees,” he smiles. “I’m not going to sit here and force you into anything, but I cannot tell you how beneficial it would be for me to have a medical professional on standby. It would help protect my guys tremendously.”

“I’m just a nurse,” you tell him, “I’m not a surgeon or anything like that. I don’t know how useful I can be for you.”

“Why underestimate yourself, Kitten? You saved my life yesterday morning, you knew exactly what to do, and the only reason you sent us to the rural clinic is because you didn’t have the resources to finish the job. I can get you those resources, I can get you anything you ask for.”

“How much are we talking, pay scale I mean?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

“You’ll get a black card with your name on it and unlimited credit, I’ll place you in one of my safe houses on the edge of the city, a beautiful home in an expensive neighborhood, I’ll also give you a car - you can select it or I can take a wild guess at what you like - and I’ll pay out your lease, your student loans, your utilities and get all your affairs taken care of for you so all you have to do is give the hospital notice and show up at this address when you’re ready,” he hands you a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.

“Just like that? I agree to work for you, I quit my job, and you just make all my problems go away?”

“Just like that.”

“Do you do bad things?” you look at him, “I need to know.”

He takes a calm breath and nods, “Yes. I do bad things.”

“Like what?” you wonder.

“I work in certain…legal gray areas…but I’m afraid if you want to know the details then you’ll have to agree to our arrangement first,” he explains.

“If I decide I don’t like it? What happens to me then?”

“We’d have to cross that bridge when we come to it, Kitten.”

Great, how very reassuring.

“If I say no?”

“Then you say no, you can keep that envelope of cash and put it toward your debt, and you’ll never see me again.”

You can’t quite explain why the thought of never seeing him again is disappointing. All he wants is for you to nurse wounds. He’s not asking you to do anything you wouldn’t be doing anyway. Yet a heavy feeling sinks into your stomach, like perhaps this is all a mistake. You choose to ignore it though.

“Okay,” you nod.

He raises a brow, “Okay…what?”

“I’ll work for you.”

“You don’t want to think about it?” he grins.

“If I think about it I’ll decline,” you shrug, “I’ll call my supervisor when I get home, she should be settling into her office by the time I get there. I’ll be at this address tomorrow morning at 9am.”

“Wow. I did not think it would be that easy,” he laughs.

“I’m not a bad person, I don’t do bad things, but I’m tired of living the way I have been,” you admit.

“I know you’re not a bad person, I knew that the second you crawled into that van yesterday,” he agrees. “But good, I’m glad you accepted. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’m kind of scared of you,” you call to him as he trots off.

He turns, a smile on his face, “You kind of should be, Kitten.”

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“Any word yet?” you walk into the living room where Christopher paces back and forth.

“Nothing yet,” he shakes his head, looking at his phone for good measure.

It’s nearly 1:30am. Minho, Hyunjin and the rest left around nine o’clock. Four and a half hours of radio silence. Four and a half hours of not knowing if they’re okay.

You sit in the arm chair, the same one Minho sat in the night he watched Hyunjin fuck you on the couch. The corners of your lips twitch into a tiny, satisfied smile but soon turn back into a frown, will he ever sit in this chair again? You screw your eyes shut and try to destroy that thought, cast it out of your head and burn it with fire.

The time seems to pass at an alarmingly and unnaturally slow pace. You just sit, silently listening to the ticking of the wall clock, occasionally watching Christopher pace, then sit and rub his legs with his palms, only to stand up and start pacing again. You get it, so you don’t scold him, but it is grating on your nerves.

“Should we call someone?” you ask, knowing what the answer is but hoping Christopher is worried enough to break the rules.

“No, if we call in the middle of something we compromise everything. We wait, someone will call when there’s something to call about,” he says.

You nod, accepting, but hating this answer.

“What if it was a trap? Or what if the police got them? Or…”

“Stop it ___. You’re not helping anything,” he huffs.

“It’s been almost six hours now,” you point out, trying to keep your bottom lip from trembling, fighting back tears.

“I know but we can’t-,”

Christophers voice is cut off by tires squealing into the driveway. You get up and practically sprint to the front door before Chris pulls you back, his weapon drawn just in case.

You wait eagerly, listening to the sound of car doors slamming and quick footsteps, your skin practically vibrates with nauseous anticipation.

Minho bursts through the door first, he blows right past Christopher and rushes you, his arms coming around you tightly. You’re about to ask where Hyunjin is but you see him follow close behind, greeting you the same way and the three of you stand there in an embrace for a few moments.

“Is everything…” you trail off, not sure what to ask first.

“Everything is fine now baby,” he tilts your chin up and kisses your lips.

“Everyone made it out?” you continue.

“Everyone made it out, not a scratch,” he grins, and you think you might see happy tears glossing his eyes.

“Just like that?” you say, practically in disbelief.

“Just like that.”

“Taehyung is ruined,” Hyunjin grins, lighting a cigarette and opening a nearby window, “We got our guns back, his heroin is burning even as we speak and if that wasn’t enough, just like our warehouse explosion attracted investigators, his will too, except this time they’ll find the remnants of so much heroin that all eyes will shift to Taehyung, no one will give a flying fuck about us, at least for a long time.”

“Is Taehyung…dead?” you wonder.

“No,” Minho shakes his head, “but I bet he wishes he was, and that’s good enough for me.”

“He won’t retaliate?” you don’t believe that someone like Taehyung would just roll over and take it.

“I don’t see how he could,” Minho shakes his head, “The bastard is going to have to go into hiding, if he even so much as walks into daylight investigators will be on him so fast he’ll be in a prison cell by the time he draws a breath.”

“So, it’s just…over?”

“For now, yes. It’s over. Kim Taehyung loses.”

Something doesn’t feel right, but you decide not to worry about it. Everyone seems so celebratory, opening bottles of expensive liquor and laughing. A win is a win, and they desperately needed a win.

You spectate for a while, smiling at the ease and happiness in the room. You feel a sense of pride, which is something you’d never imagine yourself feeling for these men. You retreat upstairs, tired from worrying and coming down from the adrenaline rush.

You’re not necessarily surprised when you hear Hyunjin slip into the bedroom and you watch in the darkness as he strips himself of his clothes and slides in with you, his body pressing against yours, his hands sliding underneath your tee shirt, palming one of your breasts.

“I love you,” he whispers against your mouth, rolling you onto your back so he can fit his fingers snugly against your cunt. You moan into his mouth as he pushes into you, twisting and pushing you to pleasure.

“I love you too,” you say, taking his face between your hands, you throw your leg over his hip to give him better access.

The door opens again and Minho stares through the darkness.

“Well, I feel left out,” he huffs playfully, locking the door behind him. He begins to remove his clothes as he walks around to slide into the other side of the bed.

“Just a warm up Boss,” Hyunjin whispers, leaning over you to capture Minhos mouth with his own.

The warmth you feel in your heart, in your very bones is like nothing you could ever experience anywhere else. Safe between them both, surrounded by passion and love and heat.

“Fuck me,” you rasp against Minhos mouth and he slides between your legs, granting your wish while Hyunjin worships your sensitive nipples.

“I love you,” you whisper, “I love you both so much, fuck,” you moan.

The danger is gone, and the three of you relish in the relief until the sky turns a light gray color, taking turns touching and kissing and fucking, cat napping between. It’s perfect, you think, everything is perfect now.

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“Fuck me, has anyone heard from Kim Seungmin for Gods sake?” Minho grumbles loudly as he walks through the kitchen.

“I think he’s been holed up with that girl he met,” Hyunjin answers, setting his pencil down on top of his sketchpad.

“What girl?”

“Who knows, with Seungmin it’s a new girl every month,” Hyunjin chuckles, “Why? What’s got your panties in such a twist?”

“He and Jisung are supposed to be delivering the guns to the Min organization in one hour and he’s not answering his fucking phone,” Minho explains.

“Get Felix to go, or Christopher - it’s high time he starts doing a bit more than just driving everyone around, let Seungmin have his fun,” Hyunjin waves him off.

“He really does need all the sex he can get,” you laugh, “the man is a total ass most of the time, anything to soften that blow.”

“You two are making me soft, I swear to God,” Minho complains, “but fine. Chris can help with the delivery and Seungmin can continue getting his dick wet to spare us all of his nasty attitude.”

“What time do we need to be at the Park meeting?” Hyunjin asks.

“We should have left twenty minutes ago,” Minho sighs, “Will you be alright? Here alone?” he looks at you.

“Yes, I need to organize some things, and I’ll probably just take a bubble bath and go to bed scrolling through baby registry items,” you smile.

It’s been over a month since anyone heard from Kim Taehyung, with most believing he fled the country to avoid detection from investigators. His name and footage of his warehouse burning had been on the news for weeks, but no information had turned up. Kim Taehyung isn’t coming back anytime soon.

“Okay, our phones will be on silent during the meeting, but text us as soon as you lay down, alright Love?” Minho kisses your cheek and you nod.

“I will, I love you both, be careful.”

Hyunjin kisses the top of your head, “Always Doll.”

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You’re scrolling through Pinterest for nursery ideas when your screen is interrupted by a text.

Hurt bad, need help at the old warehouse -KSM

You narrow your eyes, opening the number and pressing the call button. It rings, rings and rings until you get to the voicemail. Kim Seungmin. You know what to do. BEEP.

“Hey, what’s going on? Call me back…”

You hang up the phone and wait. Five minutes turns into ten minutes turns into fifteen. You’re starting to get nervous when your phone pings with another message.

It’s not safe to talk. I’m at the warehouse and need help. I can’t move myself.

Your brows furrow and you shake your head. Seungmin knows better than this, and you think he must be really fucked up if he’s asking this of you.

You open up the message again, On my way.

You get dressed and grab a bag, stuffing random supplies in.

Before you go you call Minho, it goes to voicemail, which is probably a good thing because he might actually kill you for doing what you’re about to do but something in your gut is telling you that Seungmin needs you. So you leave him a message telling him what happened and where you’re going. For good measure you leave Hyunjin a voicemail too. Then you load up the car and start driving.

Seungmins truck is parked in front of the burnt and disheveled remains of the warehouse. The drivers side door is open, the interior light is on and you can see blood spatter all over the inside of the door. Your skin erupts in chills and you scream when your phone starts ringing. Minho.

“Hello?” you answer breathlessly.

“Where the fuck are you? And you better not say at that fucking warehouse!” Minhos voice is angry.

“I am,” you answer softly, still staring at Seungmins truck.

“Fuck!” Minho yells into the phone.

“Baby somethings wrong,” you say.

“What? Is Seungmin there with you?” his voice is suddenly laced with fear under all that steely ice.

“His truck is here, but I don’t see him, I just pulled up,” you answer, “I think he’s inside, but there’s blood all over the inside of his truck,” you tell him.

“Do not go into that building, do you hear me? Hyunjin and I are on our way, for fucks sake please baby don’t go inside without us,” he pleads.

“I need to find Seungmin,” you say defiantly, “Something is clearly wrong.”

“No!” he bellows, “Do not go in there without backup. Do you hear me? ___?”

“I hear you!” you finally yell back and hang up the phone. “But just because I heard you doesn’t mean I have to listen,” you whisper. You toss your phone into the passenger seat and grab your first aid bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you approach the broken and tattered entrance.

“Seungmin?” you look around at the burnt debris. Why the fuck would he come here? It’s an utter mess.

“Seungmin! Where are you?” you hiss into the darkness.

You hear a gargled cough from another room and follow it, your blood pressure steadily rising. Something isn’t right.

When you enter the room you can smell the blood. You scan the room twice before you see it, the lump of a body laying in the far corner.

“Oh my god…”

You rush to him, falling to your knees, your bag thumping on the ground next to you. He’s been shot, multiple times, a pool of blood underneath him. He’s pale, God he’s so pale.

“Seun…Seungmin?” you tap the side of his face, tears stinging your eyes. His lids slowly open and he looks up at you. Something changes, you see fear.

“No…” he shakes his head back and forth, which seems to expend all of his energy, “Why did you come…why did…” he coughs again, bright red blood sputtering from his mouth, hitting your tee shirt and your arms.

“Oh God, Seungmin, what did they do?” you look at his abdomen, his chest - riddled with bullet wounds. Your blood runs absolutely cold, your very spirit leaves your soul.

You cannot fix this. No one could.

“Am I?” he looks up at you. Am I going to die? That’s what he’s asking, and yes, he is. You clench your jaw to stop yourself from crying. Don’t cry.

You smile, lean down and smooth his hair off his forehead, “No. You’re fine, you’re going to be just fine Seungmin. Soon you and I will be bickering over something or another,” you laugh, continuing to pet his hair with your fingers.

He nods, but his eyes scrunch up and tears flood down the sides of his face, into his hairline. He doesn’t believe you, they never do, but he’ll play along to make it easier, and that’s what you’re here for now.

“You know,” you say, twirling his hair, “Minho and Hyunjin make a good team, but he was wrong about one thing,” you smile, “Hyunjin isn’t the best he’s got, you are. You’re the best soldier Minho has, and he’s hard on you because he knows it’s true.”

“No….shit…” Seungmin chuckles, and so do you. You stretch your tee shirt out to wipe the blood that seeped from his mouth from his efforts.

“They’ll be here soon, okay? Can you wait with me?” you ask softly.

At this Seungmin becomes alarmed, his eyes widening and head shaking back and forth frantically.

“Hey, calm down, be still…”

“Get out…you have to…not alone…” he rasps, his words garbled from blood.

“Seungmin…you’re not alone honey, you’re not alone, shhh,” you soothe.

He shakes his head again and tries to say the words, he tries so hard and you wait, you will his lips to speak, but instead the light fades from his eyes and his body goes still.

“Seungmin?”

You sit there for several seconds silently, your fingers still smoothing his hair, and then you sob. You press your forehead against his and sob, scream, and cry until your whole body hurts.

“I’m sorry,” you wail, your body heaving with cries. “I’m so sorry!” and you’re not sure if you’re sorry because you couldn’t save him, sorry because of the way you’ve spoken to him in the past, or sorry that any of this ever happened at all.

“___?”

Minhos voice is shaky as you look up from Seungmins lifeless body.

“Hyunjin is doing a perimeter-,” Minho takes a step forward but stops when he sees Seungmin laying there. He covers his mouth and he turns his body away as if he can’t bear to look, then he turns around again rushing over and dropping to his knees.

“Fuck,” Minho gasps, he strokes Seungmins face with the back of his trembling fingers, grabs Seungmins hand in his. “Fuck…” he sobs.

“I couldn’t…” you cry, unable to finish the sentence. “Minho I’m sorry.”

“You will be.”

The voice doesn’t belong to Minho, and before you can really process this fact, someone is pulling you up off the floor by your hair.

The smell of burnt ashes, wet cigarettes and pathetic overwhelms your nostrils nearly to the point of gagging.

Kim Taehyung. Seungmin wasn’t trying to tell you he didn’t want to be alone, he was trying to tell you that the two of you were not alone. You suspect it also wasn’t Seungmin who texted you. You’ve been baited and you walked right into the trap.

Minho is up like a shot, the gun he keeps strapped to his ankle pointed at Taehyung.

“Nu-uh-uh,” you hear Taehyung growl, feel the cold hard metal of a gun barrel flush against your temple. “Set it down or I swear to God the last thing I do is blow this bitches brains all over the place,” he tells Minho and you choke out another sob. “Set it down!” he yells, the very walls reverberating from his anger.

Minho grimaces, but bends over to set the pistol on the ground.

“Kick it across the room,” Taehyung continues, “NOW!”

Angry, Minho kicks the pistol and the three of you watch it spin over the concrete floor across the space.

“What are you doing Taehyung? What do you want? It’s over,” Minho lifts his hands up.

“It is,” Taehyung spits, “It is over. It’s over for me, but I don’t care.”

“Clearly,” Minho seethes.

“One thing I’m better at than you Lee is taking,” Taehyung chuckles darkly, “You take things, my Heroin for example, and that’s good, good job, but I take your fucking life, no…I take your fucking will to live. Just like with Seola, except this time you get to watch.”

Taehyung cocks the gun against your head and you shudder.

“I’m pregnant!” you scream in a last ditch effort to find a shred of humanity inside this monster.

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung rasps against your ear, “Congratulations.”

He drags the barrel of the gun from your head, down between your shoulders, and stops at the small of your back, “Maybe let’s blow your belly out first then?”

“Jesus fucking Christ Taehyung!” Minho screams, “Just kill me.”

Your head snaps up to look at Minho and you can feel Taehyung smiling with glee.

“Kill me you fucking pathetic piece of shit! That’s your end goal, always has been, so just fucking do it you worthless son of a bitch! I’m so fucking tired of this…”

“Stop!” you cry.

“I want you to suffer,” Taehyung growls, you can feel his head shaking back and forth, “I want you to watch her die and know that it never would’ve happened if you’d left her alone, that it’s because of you she’s standing in this fucking room!”

“I love you baby, I love you Lee Minho,” you cry, looking at him.

“Say goodbye to her Minho, say it,” Taehyung urges.

“I don’t fucking think so!”

Hyunjin yells from the doorway, loaded gun pointed in your direction.

Too many things happen at once. You can hear gunshots going off like firecrackers, you hear Minho scream something so loudly it somehow overpowers the crack of bullets flying. You end up on your knees with your hands over your ears until you see the gun Taehyung was holding drop beside you on the ground. You risk permanent deafness pulling your hands away to scramble for it and you get it, snatching it from Taehyungs reach a mere half second before his fingers land.

You have no time to think about Hyunjins training session at the gun range, you point the barrel at Taehyungs face and pull the trigger. You can feel warm, wet pieces of matter that you refuse to look at or acknowledge hit the front of your body and you don’t need to look twice to know Taehyung is gone.

Taking the gun you scramble over, falling several times because you can’t seem to control your body anymore, towards Hyunjin and Minho. The smell of flesh and gunpowder and death everywhere.

Hyunjin sits on his knees, his body trembles, pupils so blown out he looks like he’s on drugs, “He saved me…he saved me…stupid mother fucker…stupid…” Hyunjins face distorts into a look of such pain that there are no words to describe it, and then he screams.

“No, no, no,” you shake your head and leap onto Minho, who is being too still, turning him over from his side to his back. Just like Seungmin, Minhos chest is riddled with bullets, one right through his heart.

“No. No, he’s got a vest. He’s got a vest…” you start ripping off his shirt, already soaked with blood, it coats your fingers causing them to slip over the smooth buttons. “No, no, no.”

“There wasn’t time…” Hyunjin chokes. “We didn’t have time he said…there’s no time…”

You press your fingers against his neck and feel no pulse, then against his wrist…still nothing.

“Wake up baby, wake up,” you beg, you smack his face and shake his shoulders, “WAKE THE FUCK UP!!” you scream so loud it rips your throat to shreds. “Please!”

The life is gone from his eyes as they stare at nothing and you start to lose it. You can’t breathe, and all you can do is whimper.

“He jumped in front of me,” Hyunjin repeats, sobbing as he grabs Minhos face in his hands. “Why would you do that…stupid…” he cries, his tears dripping off of his own face onto Minhos.

“Call an ambulance,” you command through gritted teeth, you get up on your knees and press the heel of your palm into his chest and pump.

“Baby…” Hyunjin sobs.

“Call a fucking ambulance!” you scream hoarsely, counting time in your head. You ignore the sinking feeling you’ve had so many times as a nurse, ignore the fact that if you were in the ER right now, looking at anyone other than someone you love, you’d be waiting for the physician to call the time. You ignore everything.

“He’s gone ___,” Hyunjin cries, placing his hand over yours.

“No!” you scream.

You didn’t get tricked into coming here. You didn’t just sit with Seungmin while he died. You didn’t just blow Kim Taehyungs face off and Minho isn’t dead.

You repeat it over and over.

“He’s gone,” Hyunjin says, crawling over to you, “He’s gone.”

You scream into Hyunjins chest as your body shudders with sobs.

He’s gone.

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“Come on hun, you two need to get out of here.”

It’s Felix. You look up into his big eyes, swollen and red with his own tears.

You look down, Hyunjin lays next to Minho quietly sobbing into the floor.

“We need to get you out of here sweetheart,” Felix places his hand on your shoulder but you push it off slowly with your fingers.

“Please,” Felix sniffles, “We’ve got to get everyone out of here,” he looks around and shudders with new tears, “all of you.”

You crawl across the floor, through the blood, and lean over Minho. You pick the weight of his arm up, cup his hand to your face and lean into it like you do so often. The lack of warmth from his skin brings on a new set of painful sobs.

“I love you,” you whimper. “I don’t want to go anywhere, not without you.”

“Get them out,” Changbin tells Felix and the others, trying to steady his voice, “Get them home. Pick them up if you have to.”

You can feel Felix look at you but he decides to try his luck with Hyunjin instead. Instead it’s Christopher who kneels in front of you, wipes his nose with the back of his arm.

“Come on, it’s time,” he tucks his arm under your knees and braces your back while he lifts you up.

“I couldn’t save him,” you weep into the crook of his neck.

“You were never going to save him sweetheart, he never wanted to be saved.”

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“Miss ___?”

Through the blur of people you look up to see Kim Namjoon approaching you. You sip your water, wishing it was whiskey, but you’re still pregnant despite your mind, body and spirit being completely broken. Somehow the baby made it through the trauma and it’s your job to take care of him. Him. You can’t really say how you know, but you do.

“Mr. Kim, thank you for coming,” you force a smile, smoothing out the skirt of your black dress.

“Of course,” Namjoon clears his throat, “Lee was a friend, I’m so sorry that we’ve lost him.”

Lost isn’t good enough, you think. Lost things can be found. What you feel is so much greater than loss, you feel erased. Annihilated. You feel nothing.

“Uh,” Mr. Kim sits in the chair next to you and you realize you’ve been silent for several moments, “Minho asked me to give you this, he left it to you.”

He pulls a white envelope from the inside of his jacket and hands it to you. It feels heavy in your hands and you look at Namjoon with confusion.

“We weren’t married, I’m not owed anything,” you glance over at Changbin and the rest of Minhos loyal men, “whatever he’s left should be divided between them.”

“No you misunderstand, this isn’t something he gave to me as a client to a lawyer, it’s not a will. This is something he gave to me as a friend and asked me to hold it for safekeeping, but to make sure you received it if anything were to happen to him.”

“What is it?” you ask, running your fingertip over the edges of the envelope.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon shrugs, “He didn’t tell me to look at it, just told me to keep it safe for you. There’s something heavy in it though, a trinket or something? I’m not sure.”

Namjoon stands and gives you a sympathetic smile, “I’m truly sorry, he loved you very much Miss ___, I hope you knew that.”

“I did,” you say but the words get lost on your lips, turning into a raspy whisper as your throat begins to swell with a sob, “Excuse me.”

You clutch the envelope to your chest and retreat from the room, briefly making eye contact with Hyunjin, who is about as sociable at this funeral as you are, which is to say not at all. You can feel him following close behind.

“You okay?” he asks when you end up in an empty sitting area near the back of the funeral parlor.

“No,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your cries.

Hyunjin wraps his arms around you, a gesture that used to put you at total ease, but now it feels lacking, like Minho was a necessary piece to a three part puzzle. A piece that’s been destroyed so the puzzle can never really be whole again.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hyunjin says with no explanation, and you don’t know what exactly he means by it. He doesn’t know what to do with you? With himself? Or what to do about anything at all? Same, you think.

“I miss him too much,” you cry into his shoulder. None of this feels real.

“I know,” Hyunjin chokes on a sob, “I know baby, me too.”

The envelope, still clutched to your chest crunches between the two of you.

“What is that?” he sniffs, looking at the paper.

“I don’t know, Namjoon said Minho wanted me to have it in case…well…”

You sit on a chair and push your finger under the flap, ripping the paper.

A key falls out of the envelope into your hand as you pluck a letter out.

Hey Kitten,

You promised you’d keep Scotland in the back of your mind, right? I don’t want to go anywhere without you either, but just in case we do have to be apart, I want to know that you, Hyunjin, and our baby are all safe. If you’re reading this, I guess it means I can’t come with you, but you deserve to start over, you all deserve to live a normal life without safe houses, without guns or makeshift surgery centers. So go. Start over. I’m so sorry that I was broken when we met, but you patched me up baby, and I love you so much. Tell Hyunjin to take care of you, to keep drawing in that stupid book of his, and that I love him too. When the baby is old enough, tell them about me, okay? Tell them I loved them with my whole heart, and I’m sorry I can’t be there.

All my love,

Minho

“Scotland,” you whisper and hold the key over your heart.

“What?” Hyunjin looks at you bewildered, “What is all this?”

You wipe the tears off your cheeks, “It’s Minho. Keeping us safe one last time.”

Endnotes:

1. I cried writing the first draft of this ngl and kinda hated myself, then by like my third or fourth proof read I was like desensitized to it kinda? Anywho. I hope no one is legitimately angry with me😬😓 I promise this was my plan from the start and not a wild card draw. One more chapter left💙

2. Will tag my besties in the comments!! Here’s a virtual kiss 😘 and maybe also a virtual warm hug and sympathetic pat on the back? 🫂🫂🫂

#skz fanfiction #hyunjin fanfiction #lee minho fanfiction #skz smut #hyunjin smut #Lee know smut #skz romance #lee know romance #hyunjin romance #hwang hyunjin #Lee Minho #skz x reader

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loveatfirstsim · 2 years ago

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15+ mods for adding realism to your gameplay

i wanted to group mods that i use together for different kinds of gameplay, along with some brief explanations so i can come back later to reference if i ever needed to.

please remember that these are just my own preferences for mods. i will update this post as mods are added to my game.

explanations under the cut <3

the mods

🤍 basemental drugs (21+) by basemental 🤍 child birth mod by pandasama 🤍 education overhaul by a.deep.indigo 🤍 home regions by kuttoe 🤍 language barriers by frankk 🤍 pets everywhere by kuttoe 🤍 relationship & pregnancy overhaul by lumpinou 🤍 simnation travel by a.deep.indigo 🤍 simzlink by lot 51 🤍 wicked whims (18+) by turbodriver 🤍 all mods by simrealist

mod explanations

🤍 basemental drugs: add a partying element to your gameplay with this mod. you can assign dealers to sell you a variety of flavors of drugs, but don't get caught by the police! i'm pretty sure this mod comes with some aspirations and the 'adhd' trait.

🤍 child birth mod: i've only used this once so far, so i can't speak on it much. but the delivery is more like real life instead of a baby popping into existence. you have options for surgery machine, natural birth, c-section, and also at-home births in a pool! there's a new ultrasound feature added, too!

🤍 education overhaul: education career, preschool, new education enrollment options, boarding school, new projects and assignments, study different subjects, detention, field trips, snow days, new school hours, i'm just listing some of the main points of the mod. haha.

🤍 home regions: this mod keeps sims in their native region. this means that if you live in willow creek, you won't be getting any vampires coming to your home or neighborhood.

🤍 language barriers: every world is assigned a language that is natively spoken. most worlds use simlish, but there are other languages spoken that your sim can learn through simlingo or by having someone who speaks the language teach your sim. this mod is incredibly customizable, so be sure to read the instructions carefully!

🤍 pets everywhere: this brings stray animals, dog walkers, and more to every region/world and not just exclusively to brindleton bay.

🤍 relationship & pregnancy overhaul: simply put, it's an overhaul for relationships and pregnancy, lol. it adds menstrual cycles and more that i cannot put into words at this very moment.

🤍 simnation travel: this mod requires you to have a license, subway pass, bicycle, passport, etc. in order to travel to other regions. there's a whole application process for a passport and going to the dmv.

🤍 simzlink: this brings an internet service provider and a new career. you can sign up for an internet subscription and install a router and whatnot. it's also compatible with snbank by simrealist (linked before the cut!), so you'll actually get charged for basic or premium internet every "month". like real life, only the internet never goes out. lol. this mod goes more in-depth on their website. it's very thorough!

🤍 wicked whims: the nsfw version of wonderful whims. there are archetypes, attractiveness, and impressions that adds more depth to relationships. there's also a menstrual cycle in this mod (like rpo), but it can be turned off.

🤍 all mods by simrealist: it's literally in their name to make things more real! there's snbank and addons (financial center, bills), real estate, private practice, mortem, organic, and home and land co. just check out their site for the info on these because they're too good!

#ts4 mods #ts4 resources #*resources #*mine

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probably-writing-x · 1 year ago

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Doomed (Part Two)

Nobody had told you about how terrifying pregnancy scans were. You were now twelve weeks pregnant, and you and Conrad had booked in to see a doctor not far from Cousins, but far enough that there wasn’t a risk of seeing anybody you knew.

You’d made an excuse to Belly that you’d be going out to get your car serviced, and Conrad had said that he was going surfing. The pair of you waited until you were around the corner, out of view from the house, and he clambered into the passenger seat. The drive was in relative silence, neither of you knowing a single word that would be right to say.

You drive the way to the hospital, park up outside, check in at the reception. And the two of you sit in seats beside each other, both staring out at the rest of the room in front of you. Conrad picks up a pamphlet on ‘the early stages of pregnancy’ and then sets it down, picking up another one entitled ‘pregnancy progress’. You look away, the sight of the baby on the front making you feel like your entire stomach had just flipped.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” A young woman approaches from one of the doors and you stand up, your eyes focused ahead of you as Conrad tucks the leaflet into his back pocket.

You’re both led into a room decorated in white. There’s a bed in the middle, covered in blue paper sheets, a monitor just beside it and a million wires that you’re certain have uses you’ll never know. There’s a doctor sat with her back to you, turning around with a warm smile at the sound of you entering.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” She beams, “It’s good to meet you. I’m Doctor Miller.”

She stands and extends a hand to you, shaking your hand in hers.

“And you must be-“

“Conrad,” He completes, shaking her hand too.

“Alright, please, come and take a seat,” She encourages, “(Y/N) if you’d like to hop onto the bed for me, and we’ll get your tests out of the way so that we can get started on your scan. Conrad, there’s a seat for you just beside the bed.”

Both of you do as asked and the doctor and her assistant run you through the routine checks. Every single thing they pick up seems to be met with worried expressions from Conrad, watching each of their movements as if he’s terrified of what they’ll do next.

“Okay, Mom and Dad, are we happy to get started with your ultrasound?”

You glance over to Conrad, something seeming to shift between you at the sound of those names. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, suddenly aware of how nervous your entire body felt, how your ears were ringing, your eyes oddly blurry.

They move around you and brush an ice cold gel over your stomach, shifting around until they press the moving machine over the skin. You don’t look at the screen, your ears still ringing, eyes still blurry.

And then you hear it.

A beating. Soft, rhythmic, gentle. It’s muffled and strangely perfect and the ringing in your ears comes to a halt.

“Oh my god,” Conrad leans forward in his chair, eyes glazing over at the sight on screen.

You turn your head, breath catching at the sight. Amongst the blurry, greying space, you make out the shape of a tiny head, tiny body, tiny arms.

“And that right there, is your baby,” Doctor Miller speaks calmly, “Everything looks happy and healthy.”

“Oh my god,” Conrad speaks again and your head turns towards him.

His eyes fall to you and he smiles softly, his hand reaching out and squeezing yours, both of his palms cupping around your hand. You smile, tears brimming at your eyes and he presses a kiss to your fingers between his grasp.

“That’s a baby,” He mumbles, eyes not once leaving yours.

You nod, letting out a soft laugh, “And everything’s okay? I mean, it’s like… it’s healthy and like the size it should be and-“

“You have nothing to be worried about.”

You feel the weight on your chest ease a little, melding into the way Conrad holds so tightly onto your hand, both of you entranced by the screen in front of you, the beating echoing in your ears.

——Ten Weeks Earlier——

Getting ready for a funeral was an awful thought, really. You’d slipped into a dress, fixed your hair, done your lightest makeup, made yourself look presentable and you were driving over. Part of you was certain that you were in no place to drive. Your hands were trembling already, your head foggy and purely unclear. Every few seconds, another one of them flashed into your mind. Jeremiah saying goodbye to his Mom, Laurel saying goodbye to her best friend, Belly and Steven saying goodbye to someone that had treated them like her own, and… Conrad.

The entire morning feels like a blur until you arrive, and then it seems to all melt into one as if it’s impossible for you to truly accept what was happening. You were certain that you hadn’t gone a day without crying since you’d split up with Conrad, and today would be no different.

When you get there, Laurel’s car is already parked in front of the church and you park beside her, fixing your hair in the mirror once more before letting out a shaky breath, getting out to walk through towards the entrance.

There’s a weight on your chest that hasn’t shifted, but it seems to worsen at the sight in front of you - rows of solemn faces and shoulders hanging low. There’s a seat beside Belly in the second row and you make your way over.

“Hey,” She smiles softly when she sees you, “I was looking for you, I thought you’d come with Conrad.”

“Um,” You drag a hand through your hair, blinking the tears from your eyes, “I just-“

“Oh hello, honey,” Laurel interjects, reaching over Belly so that she can squeeze your hand, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You reply, thankful for the distraction from Belly’s query.

As if on cue, the boys start to walk down the middle aisle, having said their welcomes to everyone on the way. Jeremiah stops at the sight of the group of you, smiling and squeezing your shoulder as if he needed the smallest reassurance. Conrad walks directly in front, taking his seat in front of you. His shoulders look heavy and his hair has been cut since you last saw him. Every morsel of your being wants to reach out to him and wrap your arms around him, tell him you loved him, that you were here for him.

But you sit back in your chair, letting out a shaky breath.

—

The wake, somehow, felt worse than the service. Everyone was mingling around you, the Conklins, the Fisher boys, as if they were waiting for you all to break. You still hadn’t spoken a word to Conrad, certain more than ever that he didn’t want to speak to you.

“Hey,” It’s Steven beside you as you fill up a glass of water at the sink.

There was a sickness in your stomach that hadn’t subsided all day.

“I haven’t had a chance to speak to you today,” He says, “How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay,” You nod, “It’s just horrible, you know?”

“So, I’m going to ask,” He turns around, glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody else was around, “When were you going to tell us that you and Conrad split up?”

“I don’t-“

“Come on (Y/n), you two have barely looked at each other all day. What’s going on?” Steven frowns just a little, his face softening.

“We, um, we split up a couple of weeks ago,” You explain, glancing over to where Conrad stood on the other end of the room, “Just… not what he needed right now.”

“You’re not what he needed?” Steven scoffs, “(Y/n) you’re always what he needs.”

You shrug your shoulders, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I thought so too.”

Steven reaches out and squeezes your shoulder, his eyes offering as much sympathy as they can.

“I’m sorry I just need to-“ You shake your head, trying to stop yourself from crying, “I’ll be back in a second.”

You shuffle your way through the crowd and head upstairs, finding the bathroom and locking the door behind you. You sit down onto the toilet and lean forward, pressing the heels of your hands against your closed eyes to stop every emotion that wanted to escape you. It wasn’t just today, or Susannah, or Conrad or everyone else or anything… there was one thing tugging at the back of your mind that you hadn’t been able to forget all day. You were late. By just over a week, actually. And you were never late.

You take your bag from your shoulder and pull out the small cardboard box you’d bought with you - the most accurate pregnancy test the store could offer you. And, in that moment, it’s like you’ve already got the result.

—

For a moment you wonder how other people react when they find out they’re pregnant. Is it fear at first? And then all together an overwhelming sense of joy? Are there tears? Do they plan out their future in that tiny moment of excitement?

Yours didn’t feel like that. But your entire body felt numb, weak. Your shoulders dropped over your torso and you hadn’t stood up just yet, certain that your legs would give out if you tried.

A baby.

You look down at your stomach, unchanged from its normal shape, and yet capable of changing everything about your life in a matter of months.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door and you flinch, glancing up quickly. As if in panic mode, you stuff the test into your bag, check your appearance in the mirror, scan the room for no signs of evidence and then turn around to unbolt the door and step out.

It’s Conrad on the other side.

“(Y/n)…�� His voice breaks over the word, his eyes looking to you as if desperate to reach out.

Your vision blurs, ringing in your ears, heart pounding, “I-“

For a second there’s a glimpse of hope in his eyes, as if your voice was like a breath of fresh air to him.

“I have to go.”

——Now——

When you get home, Conrad goes in ahead of you, holding open the door and glancing back at you as if checking on you at every opportunity.

“Hey…” Belly frowns a little, pausing on the stairs on her way down, confused at the sight, “You guys okay?”

“Yeah,” You say softly, “Conrad was walking back as I drove around so I picked him up.”

She looks between the two of you and nods a little slowly.

“Come on Belly, we don’t have to hate each other,” Conrad interjects, clearing his throat, “We’re fine.”

“Right, yeah, of course,” Belly responds, “Well, we’re having a family dinner tonight so you both need to be there for that.”

“I’ve got too much to get done Be-“ Conrad begins.

“No you don’t. We’ve spoken to Julia, we’ve spoken to your Dad, we’re sorting things,” Belly shakes her head, “No excuses.”

His shoulders drop a little and he rolls his eyes, “Okay.”

Belly grins and disappears around the corner towards the back of the house. Conrad turns to you and you can feel his eyes on you, watching you.

“Do you feel okay?” He asks, a frown between his brows.

You offer him a small smile, “No different, really. I haven’t been sick anymore this past week or so, so I’m hoping that’s all done.”

He hums in agreement, “Okay but I mean all things considered are you-“

“Um, Im going to go lie down for a while,” You cut in, running a hand through your hair.

You hurry yourself up the stairs towards your room, closing the door behind you.

There were certain times in the past months since you’d known you were pregnant where it felt like everything came crashing down onto you. You had moments where you thought you were so capable of doing it all, and other times where it felt near impossible to even begin. How could you raise a child? You didn’t know where to start. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of giving birth, bringing a whole new life into the world and holding it in your arms knowing it was your responsibility - half of you and half of him. Part of you was relieved that Conrad was the father. All things considered, you were lucky to have him. But you didn’t have him, did you? He wasn’t yours. He was here because of the baby. Without you telling him you were pregnant, you and Conrad would barely be speaking right now.

You let your head hit the pillow of your bed and close your eyes, for a moment imagining your life beyond the safety blanket of your pregnancy. Pregnancy, for now, was delaying the responsibility of taking care of this child - a task you were yet to convince yourself that you were capable of.

You wrap your arms around your stomach and let yourself fall asleep, thankful that you don’t have to worry about it all as soon as your eyes are shut.

—

You wake up a couple of hours later and can already hear the clanging downstairs of them preparing for dinner tonight. You stop yourself momentarily in the way you’d learnt how to do in the past few weeks - stop before you get up, make sure you don’t need to be sick.

But that’s passed now. This was you going into the second trimester, this was everything becoming real.

Your clothing choices are limited when nobody knew that you were pregnant, and so you opt for a flowy dress that came down to your thighs, floating around your curves. You put on a light cover of makeup to make yourself feel more awake and pull your hair back into a messy bun, pieces falling around either side of your face. You double check in the mirror in your room, nothing was visible.

Deep breath, and you go downstairs.

There’s already the bustling sound of the group of them getting things ready in the kitchen, and you walk through into expected chaos.

“No Steven don’t take that I need that for the-“ Belly groans, taking a pan from his hands, her other hand holding a bowl.

“I need it! You told me you want me to fry these, how do you want me to fry without the good pan?” Steven returns, sweat forming on his brow.

“Steven there’s another pan in the cupboard, but I need you to do the salad before you do that,” Jeremiah interjects, pulling out a lettuce and tomatoes and setting them down onto the counter.

“Salad’s a shit job I do-“ Steven stops himself, “Hey (Y/n).”

“Hey,” You let out a laugh, “How’s it going?”

“Terribly,” Belly lets out a sigh, turning around to you with stressed eyes.

“Is this a ‘you need my help’ situation or a ‘too many cooks’ situation?” You ask, “I can help if you need me to.”

“Set the table?” Belly suggests, “I think Steven will scream if another person gets in his way.”

“Oh because I’m the dramatic one,” Steven rolls his eyes, “Belly it’s you that-“

You let their argument drown out behind you as you pick up the placemats and cutlery from the counter, carrying them through to the dining room to set it all out. You lay it out in your best version of how Susannah would want it, cutlery lined neatly next to clean mats. It feels empty, however, bare without any sort of homely touch.

You go through to the lounge and crouch down to rummage through one of the cupboards, looking for any kind of decorations that would still be lying around the place.

“What are you looking for?” It’s Conrad that speaks from behind you, dropping himself down onto the couch.

You glance back over your shoulder, “That candle thing that Susannah used to use to decorate the table.”

He smiles a little, looking down “Cupboard on your right, and there’s that weird centrepiece thing too.”

“Perfect!” You grin, following his instructions until you find what you were looking for, turning around with them in your hands.

“You know I knocked that candle over once, caught fire to the tablecloth,” Conrad smirks, “God, my dad hated me that day.”

You set the items down onto the coffee table and walk over to him, sitting down on the space on the couch beside him.

“How are yo-“

“Please don’t ask me how I’m feeling,” You smile gently.

Conrad smiles too, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “Sorry.”

You sit in silence for a second, looking down at your belly in this dress, “I’m okay.”

He nods, “Felt like you were kind of spooked earlier.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Aren’t you?”

Conrad thinks for a second and then shakes his head, “I thought I would be. But there was just something about it. Seeing them, hearing them, it felt so real.”

You soften at the sound of him talking, like he’s injecting the same reassurance into you.

“That’s a whole baby, and one day it’ll be a whole life and it’ll be ours,” Conrad leans forward in his seat, taking a deep breath that he releases slowly, “And I really think we can do it (Y/n).”

You place your hands over your stomach, smoothing over the material of your dress, “You sound so sure.”

“I am sure.”

He looks down at your stomach and then back up to your eyes. You take one of your hands away from the slight bump and guide it over to his, leading him to rest his hand beside yours. His fingers stretch around the curve, soft under your touch. When you glance up again, there are tears in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be sure if I didn’t know that we could do this (Y/n), that you could do this,” He assures you, “But you make everything seem possible, this is no different.”

You smile, squeezing his hand underneath yours.

“I wanted to ask you,” Conrad shifts in his seat a little, as if preparing himself for something, “Do you-“

“Dinner’s ready!” Jeremiah yells from the kitchen and both of you flinch away from each other.

Conrad looks at you as if desperate to continue.

“Dinner’s ready,” You repeat, standing up and grabbing the centrepieces from the coffee table, carrying them through.

Conrad drops back against the couch, dragging a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He stands up and follows after you, that anxious tightness held in his chest.

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Dinner is a success, mostly. Steven had undercooked the veg and Jeremiah had slightly over cooked the chicken, and Belly hadn’t given enough time for the cheesecake to set how she wanted. But it was nice. Conrad was sat on the seat furthest from you, because everyone was still walking on eggshells about the two of you having to be together now they knew you were split up. He glanced at you every so often but you tried to ignore it as much as you could, distracting yourself with whatever conversation the others were having.

Conrad had been relatively quiet but he chimed in when he needed to, not drawing much attention to himself.

When the two of you were together, you’d see him like that and want to reach out for him, hold his hand under the table, your arm over the back of his chair so that you could draw patterns across his shoulders or brush your thumb over the short hairs at the base of neck. You knew when he needed to talk and when he didn’t want to, you knew all of the lines with him, you were the only one who did. And, as you see him now, you know that instinct hasn’t disappeared. You’d always have it. For him.

“Let me clear up,” You offer, “You cooked it all.”

You stand up and start collecting together the last of the plates left over after dessert and Steven stands up too.

“Yeah, you guys can talk about house stuff or whatever,” He brushes off, collecting up the rest of them and following after you.

The two of you walk into the mess of the kitchen and you start loading the empty dishwasher.

“So, I’m going to ask,” Steven starts, crouching down in front of the dishwasher so that you can hand things over to him.

“We’re fine,” You say softly, glancing over to the door as if reaching for Conrad’s reassurance.

Steven laughs a little, “You’re fine? You went from broken up and not talking to each other to absolutely fine?”

You shrug your shoulders, handing him a few more plates, “I don’t know, things change.”

“So you’re getting back together?” Steven raises his brows, “Because it would make things easier if you did, he’s so grumpy without you, it’s so much worse. Did you hear him when we got here?! He’d have never said that if he wasn’t single and he-“

“Steven!” You laugh, interjecting before he persists.

His features soften and he smiles at you, “I’m serious, do you seriously think that’s it with you?”

You take a deep breath and feel that same nausea churn through you momentarily, letting the breath out shakily, “I don’t think that’ll ever be it with me and Conrad,” You speak so quietly you’re not even sure he’d hear you.

Steven goes to speak again but you’re interrupted, a knock at the open door. You both look over to see Conrad stood in the doorway, his hands stuffing into his pockets as if he was nervous.

“Can I talk to you for a second (Y/n)?”

You glance at Steven and he grins widely, winking at you before taking the pot from your grasp.

You wipe your hands on the nearest kitchen towel and wring them out, walking over to Conrad as he steps aside to let you past.

“I thought we could go outside,” He says quietly, walking ahead of you towards the door that led out to the garden.

You glance back over your shoulder and then back to him, following him through the door he’s holding open for you.

It’s a just falling to complete darkness outside and there’s the slightest chill in the still air as the two of you walk down towards the dock.

Within a second, a million memories come flooding back to you.

———Eleven Months Earlier———

“Conrad I’m serious I’m not taking you to the hospital if you break a bone,” You laugh, drawing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs.

He turns around in the water to face you, kicking himself forward towards the ladder, pulling himself back onto the dock.

It was a hundred degrees out, and Conrad had spent all morning convincing you to jump off from the dock and go swimming with him. It was rocky and uneven underneath and, on at least three occasions, you were adamant he was close to seriously injuring himself. You were sat on the bench watching him, a book he’d given you perched at your side.

Conrad gets out of the water and flicks his hair back, spraying you with water in the process.

“You’re going to boil sat in this heat,” He points out, “It’s much more fun in the water.”

“What’s gotten into you today?” You laugh, “It’s like Conrad on crack.”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not allowed to enjoy myself?”

You shake your head, “No you’re meant to be grumpy and forlorn and melancholy and cold hearted an-“

Within an instant, he scoops you up into his arms and throws you over his shoulder. You grip onto his damp skin instantly, squealing at the motion of him holding you beside him. He steps forward, teetering on the edge of the dock, somehow still so sturdy with you in his grasp. And… he jumps.

The two of you plunge into the water crashing under the surface. His grasp on you releases and you push off, swimming under the water until you break the surface, squinting at the sudden sun. You drag your hair away from your face and pinch a hand over your eyes to get rid of the water.

Conrad laughs from beside you, kicking around to face you again.

“Fuck, that really hurt,” You fake a wince, trying your best to offer any look of pain on your face.

“Oh shut up you’re just-“

“No I’m serious Con, I caught my ankle on something and it’s really hurting,” You grimace, fighting back a smile.

“Shit, are you serious?” He swims over to you quickly, treading water in front of you, “Can you move it?” His eyes scan your face with a furrow of worry between his brows.

Your face breaks into a smile and you giggle, watching his features relax.

“You’re the worst,” He splashes water towards you.

You laugh and splash him back until the two of you break into a full fight. He grabs your waist and pulls you into him before you get the chance to escape, you catching yourself on your hand against his chest.

For a moment, the two of you are breathless and laughing. And then the air seems to shift, and there’s something so unspoken held in the minimal space between you.

You see his eyes flick down to your lips and back up to your eyes, alternating with your own eyes doing the same. He swallows the lump in his throat. You know now that you want nothing to ruin this moment, that you wanted to conceal it. His grip on your waist tightens a little more and he seems a little more sure of himself, leaning in until his lips are nearly on yours. You seal the rest of the space, both of you inhaling sharply at the sudden contact. One of his hands moves from your waist and up to your jaw, thumb gripped around your chin to draw you impossibly closer to him, so confident now that your lips were on his.

You melt into every atom of his touch, desperate for more of him. When he pulls away, his hands remain exactly as they had been, like he wants to hold onto you for a moment longer.

And that’s how he’d been ever since, forever wanting to hold onto you.

———Now———

“Please don’t throw me into the water this time,” You say to break the odd silent tension between the two of you.

Conrad chuckles deeply, “No promises.”

Both of you fall silent again. He drags a hand through his hair, wipes his hands on his jeans, scratches the back of his neck.

“Okay so why did you bring me out here?”

He looks at you as if the words have just caught in his throat, unsure if any of them will come back to him.

“I just-“ He lets out a breath, somewhere close to a laugh like he’s mocking himself, “God I don’t know where to start.”

He grips the railing of the dock in front of him, as if grounding himself.

“When I-“ Another breath, shakier this time, “I want you to know that I never meant it. When I told you that in my dorm, when I made you feel like you had to leave, I never meant it. Not a single word.”

You’re lost for words now.

“I’m not sure who-“ He shakes his head, tears building in his eyes, “I’m not sure who I am now that my Mom’s gone… it’s like I’m supposed to be somebody and I don’t know who that is and I don’t know why and let alone how to do it. And, that day, that couple of weeks I wasn’t anybody.”

You bite at your cheek, fighting back every emotion that his words were bringing back.

“I took that out on you. I convinced myself in that stupid part of my brain that, if I couldn’t be somebody, then I couldn’t be anybody for you,” He stumbles over his words a little at the mention of ‘you’, “I was so sure that I’d lose you, I convinced myself it would be easier to just push you away. And that’s exactly what I did. And every single day, every night, every fucking minute since you left that day, I’ve hated myself for it.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“When you came to college that day I just convinced myself that this was some sort of second chance, that I might have a chance at fixing the biggest fuck up I’ve ever made,” Conrad says, turning around so that he’s facing you directly, “I know I don’t deserve it but I just need to tell you at least once that I lo-“

You lean up onto the tips of your toes and press a kiss to his lips, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself against him. Conrad’s hands fly to your waist instantly, one against your back to draw you into him.

You step away, feeling the all too familiar hold of his hands around you, “I love you too.”

#conrad #conrad x reader #conrad x you #conrad x y/n #conrad imagine #conrad one shot #conrad drabble #conrad blurb #conrad series #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp imagine #tsitp one shot #tsitp drabble #tsitp blurb #tsitp series

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sarvamangala21 · 4 days ago

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Sarvamangala Hospital: A Beacon of Healthcare Excellence

Sarvamangala Hospital stands as a symbol of quality healthcare in the heart of its community. With its commitment to providing exceptional medical services, advanced treatment options, and a compassionate environment, Sarvamangala Hospital has earned the trust of countless patients. This article will explore the various aspects of Sarvamangala Hospital, including its history, facilities, medical expertise, patient care, and the impact it has had on the healthcare landscape.

A Brief History of Sarvamangala Hospital

Established several years ago, Sarvamangala Hospital was conceived with a vision to offer high-quality healthcare services at affordable prices to people of all backgrounds. The hospital was founded by a group of dedicated medical professionals who believed in delivering compassionate care to every patient. Over the years, it has expanded its services and improved its infrastructure, becoming one of the most trusted healthcare institutions in the region.

The hospital's name, "Sarvamangala," is derived from the Sanskrit word meaning "all auspicious," symbolizing the hospital's goal of bringing health, well-being, and prosperity to its patients. The founders, deeply rooted in their values, envisioned a healthcare institution that not only treated illnesses but also provided holistic care, ensuring the overall well-being of every individual.

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The hospital has spacious, clean, and well-maintained patient rooms, including private suites, semi-private rooms, and general wards, to cater to the different needs of patients. In addition, the hospital boasts modern operating theaters, ICUs (Intensive Care Units), and advanced imaging facilities such as CT scanners, MRI machines, and ultrasound machines.

The hospital also places a high priority on hygiene and infection control, ensuring that all rooms, equipment, and facilities are sanitized regularly to provide a safe and healthy environment for patients.

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Emergency Services: Sarvamangala Hospital operates a 24/7 emergency department, equipped to handle a variety of medical emergencies, from accidents to heart attacks and strokes. The emergency team is trained to respond quickly and efficiently to provide immediate care and stabilization.

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Pediatrics: The pediatric department at Sarvamangala Hospital is dedicated to the health and well-being of children. It provides both preventive and curative care, from newborn care to childhood vaccinations and management of pediatric diseases.

Orthopedics: Sarvamangala Hospital’s orthopedic department provides treatment for bone and joint issues, including fractures, arthritis, spinal disorders, and sports injuries. The hospital employs advanced diagnostic tools and cutting-edge surgical techniques for effective treatment and rehabilitation.

Obstetrics and Gynecology: The obstetrics and gynecology department focuses on women’s health, offering services ranging from prenatal care to postnatal support, fertility treatments, and surgeries for gynecological disorders. The department is known for its expertise in managing high-risk pregnancies and childbirth.

Oncology: Cancer care is another cornerstone of Sarvamangala Hospital. With early diagnosis and comprehensive treatment plans, the hospital offers chemotherapy, radiation therapy, and surgical interventions for various types of cancer. The oncology team works with patients to provide the best possible outcomes.

Nephrology: The hospital’s nephrology department provides comprehensive care for patients with kidney disorders, including dialysis, kidney transplantation, and treatment for chronic kidney diseases.

Gastroenterology: The gastroenterology department provides specialized care for diseases of the digestive system, including liver disorders, IBS, inflammatory bowel disease, and gastrointestinal cancers.

Highly Experienced Medical Team

Sarvamangala Hospital prides itself on having a highly skilled and experienced medical team. The hospital employs top-tier specialists and consultants in various medical fields, all of whom are dedicated to providing the best possible care to their patients. The medical staff is continuously trained in the latest medical advancements and treatment protocols to ensure that patients receive the most up-to-date care.

In addition to its team of specialists, the hospital also employs a well-trained nursing staff, pharmacists, and allied health professionals who work together to provide seamless care throughout the patient's journey. The compassionate attitude of the medical staff is often cited as one of the key reasons patients choose Sarvamangala Hospital.

Patient-Centered Care

At Sarvamangala Hospital, patient care is at the heart of everything. The hospital strives to create a comfortable and supportive environment where patients feel heard and respected. The medical team works closely with patients and their families, providing them with clear information about their conditions, treatment options, and recovery plans.

The hospital offers personalized care plans, ensuring that each patient’s needs are met. Whether it’s managing a chronic condition, recovering from surgery, or undergoing a specialized treatment program, Sarvamangala Hospital emphasizes patient comfort and emotional well-being.

Affordable Healthcare

In addition to its exceptional medical care, Sarvamangala Hospital is committed to offering affordable healthcare. The hospital believes that quality healthcare should be accessible to all, regardless of economic background. The hospital’s pricing is competitive, and various insurance plans are accepted, making it easier for patients to receive the treatment they need without financial strain.

Community Outreach and Social Responsibility

Sarvamangala Hospital also plays an active role in the community, organizing health camps, awareness programs, and free medical check-ups for the underserved population. The hospital’s outreach initiatives aim to educate the public about healthy lifestyles, preventive healthcare, and common diseases, ultimately improving the overall health of the community.

Conclusion

Sarvamangala Hospital has undoubtedly made a significant impact on the healthcare sector by offering world-class medical services, a patient-centered approach, and a commitment to excellence. With its modern infrastructure, skilled medical professionals, and focus on affordable care, the hospital continues to be a trusted name for patients seeking quality healthcare. Whether you need emergency care, routine check-ups, or specialized treatment, Sarvamangala Hospital remains dedicated to improving the health and well-being of its patients, making it a true beacon of healthcare excellence.

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scotianostra · 11 months ago

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Scottish physician Ian Donald was born on December 27th 1910.

There are differing versions of Ian Donald’s birthplace, one gives it a Cornwall, another vaguely states Scotland. The last time I posted about the man Wiki was non committal and just gave his date of birth, it now says Cornwall .

Anyway his ancestry is beyond doubt, he was born to John Donald and Helen née Barrow Wilson in 1910. His father was a general practitioner who came from a Paisley family who were immersed in the medical profession.

No matter where he was born Ian Donald’s education was firmly Scottishhe attended Warriston School in Moffat and Fettes College in Edinburgh, following this the family move to South Africa where he graduated BA from the Diocesan College in Cape Town. He then studied medicine and was awarded MB BS at London University in 1937. During 1942-1946 he served as a medical officer in the RAFVR; was mentioned in dispatches and awarded the MBE for rescuing airmen from a burning aircraft. He is considered a Scot though, so we’ll claim him.

So apart from being a brave guy what else has he done? Well during his wartime service he became interested in radar and and sonar technology and with this in mind he worked with T G Brown of the the scientific instrument makers Kelvin & Hughes to create the first diagnostic ultrasound machine, and in 1958, with Brown and John MacVicar, he published his findings in The Lancet. Donald’s idea of using ultrasound to diagnose humans was ridiculed. However, after a large ovarian cyst was diagnosed in a female patient, practitioners took the technology seriously.

He was involved in the planning and design of the Queen Mother’s Hospital in Glasgow, which opened in 1964 and was Regis Professor of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at Glasgow University, from 1954 to 1976.

In honour of Professor Ian Donald, Professor Asim Kurjak founded the Ian Donald Inter-University School of Medical Ultrasound in Dubrovnik, Croatia in 1981. It is one of the world’s largest school of medical ultrasound and each year many celebrated students come through their advanced courses in medical ultrasonography.

And in recognition of his pioneering work in Ultrasound, an Ian Donald Gold Medal was awarded each year by the International Society of Ultrasound in Obstetrics and Gynaecology to the person whose pioneering work is considered to have the most profound influence in the development of Obstetrical and Gynecological ultrasonography.

The pic shows Donald with one of the earliest machines used in obstetrics, the Diasonograph circa 1960.

Read a wee bit more on the man here https://www.ob-ultrasound.net/iandonaldbio.html

#scotland #scottish #anglo Scottish #physician #doctor #inventor

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tomorrowusa · 1 year ago

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Need an OBGYN? Good luck finding one easily in a red state!

In conservative states, care delays largely stem from the fallout of the Dobbs decision last summer when the supreme court revoked the constitutional right to abortion. Facing possible lawsuits for providing abortion care, OB-GYNs in Texas, Florida, Idaho and elsewhere are choosing to relocate to more liberal states, while medical students are opting for other fields entirely. “Florida has become a place where it is unsustainable to be an OB-GYN,” said Stephanie Ros, a maternal fetal medicine specialist at the University of South Florida who, until recently, ran the school’s OB-GYN residency program. For years, the program was among the nation’s top schools for abortion training, and was found on the prestigious Ryan list of the best family planning residency programs. But after the state banned most abortions after six weeks of pregnancy, the designation was revoked. Applicant numbers subsequently declined dramatically, as skilled candidates took their talents elsewhere.

Ron DeSantis with his extremist agenda is turning Florida into a women's healthcare desert. Sadly, the same is also true in other states with hardline Republican governors.

In a national survey, 60% of medical students said they were unlikely to apply for residency in a restrictive state. “States with stringent abortion laws won’t align with my goals as a future OB-GYN,” said Rohini Kousalya Siva, president of the American Medical Student Association. “If young doctors want to … get the skills they need, then they have to go to states where they can access [abortion] training.” Verda J Hicks, president of the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists, described the trend as cause for concern about the “next generation of OB-GYNs”. Notably, fewer residents means fewer doctors on the floor. To remedy that vacuum, USF hired locum doctors, who Ros described as “the substitute teachers of the doctor world”. Still, routine care appointments at USF are significantly pushed back. In August, the earliest a new patient could book a prenatal visit was November. “We have people who … don’t get their first ultrasound until 30 weeks, because they just can’t get in,” she said. [ ... ]

When chronic diseases are not managed as well, the overall risk of any pregnancy goes up, explained Erika Werner, chair of obstetrics and gynecology at Tufts medical center in Boston. “If you don’t have your first visit until 14 weeks, you don’t have the same access to prenatal testing. You may not have an early ultrasound that reveals a major structural problem,” she said.

It's ironic that Republicans are eager to turn women into baby making machines but are making it impossible to get proper prenatal care.

Women seeking reproductive care are heading to blue states and are putting a strain on services there.

Even parts of the country without abortion bans are struggling to keep up with care needs. Christina Han, the director of maternal fetal medicine at UCLA in California, pointed to the influx of out-of-state patients seeking abortion care and how it stretches the workforce thin. Han specializes in complex procedures like multifetal reduction – an operation that must be completed early in pregnancy. That time crunch means that if a patient travels to LA for urgent reproductive care, which Han says is happening with increased frequency, the hospital has to defer local patients’ scheduled operations, including terminations, that are not as time sensitive. “We have to tell our patient who is struggling with a miscarriage … that we just can’t get them in. And that is an emotional, physical burden for these patients,” said Han. Werner, who also chairs the Society for Maternal Fetal Medicine’s health policy and advocacy committee, explained that this displacement effect is especially pronounced in states that directly border those with restrictive policies, and are now receiving the lion’s share of out-of-state patients. In Pennsylvania, which borders West Virginia, Stolfer remembers thinking about women in other states as she awaited care for her miscarriage. “It was one way that I was trying to make peace with how long it was taking,” she said.

Being an OBGYN was stressful even before the Republican SCOTUS decision in Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization.

For years, studies have predicted that population rise paired with an ageing workforce would lead to gaps in women’s healthcare. Ruth Crystal of Stanford University also points to the high risk for medical malpractice litigation and demands for long and irregular hours as factors that steer people away from the field. “OB care is a 24-hour-a-day job,” she said. “Babies don’t come only between banking hours.”

So Republicans have made an already difficult job nearly impossible in some areas. As a result, maternal mortality rates are growing in the African-American community.

Nationwide, 36% of counties are maternity care deserts, meaning they lack any obstetric care facilities or providers, explains Amanda Williams, clinical innovations adviser at Stanford University’s California Quality of Care Collaborative. The affected populations are also disproportionately people of color, people with lower incomes and people in rural areas – groups that already face care inequities. In the US, Black women are experiencing soaring maternal mortality rates. “All of these things compound for poor maternal health outcomes,” said Williams. “When patients give birth in these maternity deserts, they have higher rates of preterm births and maternal deaths.” [ ... ] Werner believes the most critical fix is abolishing restrictive abortion laws and creating “parity across all states”. “It’s only when it comes to OB-GYN care that what you can get in one state is different than what you can get in another,” she said. “That just forever means that we’re going to have unequal care in different states.”

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Amphibious Vehicles for Disaster Relief and Emergency Medicine by Richard Coe in Journal of Clinical Case Reports Medical Images and Health Sciences

Abstract

Keywords: Amphibious, Disaster relief, Emergency medicine.

Abbreviation: NGO: nongovernmental organization

Dear Editor,

With the increasing frequency and severity of extreme weather events, there is a compelling case to be made for the use of amphibious vehicles in natural as well man-made disasters and emergencies. Applications range from the supply of humanitarian logistics, water production, and in particular – mobile medical units. These could form a very efficient first response capability for prehospital and Emergency Medical Services and enable access to areas cut off by flooding, assist coastal and island communities, and negotiate natural boundaries such as rivers or where bridges have been compromised.

Current amphibious response capacity is primarily conducted by military units which is costly in the first instance and the use of uniformed personnel with military hardware can be perceived in a negative light by those in need. There is a limited period that naval and auxiliary vessels can remain on locations as these are strategic assets and will need to return to their primary roles in the country of origin. This is further compounded by the blanket refusal of some major relief nongovernmental organizations (NGOs) to work alongside any military entity. There have been cases of retired vintage amphibious vehicles for tours used in hurricane response efforts in the US but with limited effect given the age and general unreliability of the equipment.

Tortuga Amphibious Vehicles aim to address this by utilizing modern, mass-produced donor chassis types, which are readily supported with spares and repair. The conversion process from donor to finished unit is also a very cost-effective approach, avoiding the need to design and build from scratch. Several types have been exported overseas to date, including two units for an evacuation center in Manila, and a number of communities have been reached with medical supplies ad water that were isolated by flooding in China by the Red Cross. The response vehicles can be deployed by sea to coastal and island communities by any number of civilian vessels of opportunity to promote a rapid first response. Similarly, as capable off-road vehicles, they can penetrate any inland areas and be independent of bridges where these may have been impacted. The concept also puts a very capable amphibious response solely in civilian hands, including local personnel as operators, which would offer employment opportunities. The problem of deploying units to disaster sites can be addressed by the use of laid up offshore supply vessels of which there is a global over-supply due to the fluctuating oil price. There are large numbers of these ships in storage around the world, crucially in areas affected by natural disasters such as Indonesia, the Caribbean, and Africa that could be re-purposed cost effectively. This has been the subject of several studies and we are in discussion with a large shipbroker in Singapore to examine this in more detail.

Advances in scaling down of medical devices in size means that a single vehicle could be very well-equipped to deal with a range of prehospital and medical emergencies. Battery powered x-ray systems along with handheld ultrasound imaging machines to name but two examples enable portability on and off the vehicle and would complement standard emergency medical equipment. There are now ultra-low temperature portable fridges on the market which are battery powered with solar capacity and extremely effective in maintaining cold chains. Vaccine roll-out to remote, rural communities would also be a key feature of amphibious operations and could be used to expand COVID-19 vaccination as well as conventional immunization programs that have been suspended due to the pandemic. Having the means to maintain ultra-low temperatures on board the vehicle outside of urban and peri-urban settings where distributed grid power might also be fragile could make significant advances in protection against Ebola virus and others, helping contain outbreaks.

There have been several events in the past few years where this capability would have been welcome, and this has been expressed by a number of individuals attending AidEx in Brussels and the International Disaster Response Expo in London, both in late 2018.

Large areas of the Philippines devastated by Typhoon Haiyan in 2013 could have been serviced by amphibious clinics, able to reach outlying islands in need. Their deployment would have complemented helicopter operations which were extremely stretched at the time and were in any case very costly to run and maintain and there were several cases of air accidents. Water production equipment mounted to the vehicles would have been of particular benefit as solar powered reverse osmosis plant would be capable of making water from a variety of fresh, brackish and salt sources. With correct pre-filtering, contaminated water could offer a viable feedstock.

In 2018, the island of Sulawesi in Indonesia was impacted by a tsunami with the city of Palu badly affected. The airport was forced to close as a result of a 500m crack in the runway. Port and harbor infrastructures were also damaged, and a major bridge collapsed. All of this affected the scale and speed of the response with the traditional focus on airlifts. Many of the beaches close to affected areas were ideal landing points for an amphibious vehicle, which deployed off vessels readily able to reach the area, could have made a profound difference, bypassing the need for harbor and airport facilities. Hospitals were also damaged with victims having to be treated in the open or in tents and under canvas. A self-contained mobile clinic would have proved very effective and would have the means to refuel and resupply from assistance vessels offshore that were unable to dock. This would ensure continued effectiveness.

Hurricane Dorian in the Bahamas in 2019 was another example of damage to harbors and airports which hampered aid efforts. A responder who was involved was certain that having amphibious capability would have proved extremely useful transferring relief material and supplying emergency medical aid from offshore assets and also able to move with relative ease between islands.

Most recently was the case of the earthquake and subsequent tropical storm in Haiti which affected the Southwest peninsula. Relief and medical aid were focused on delivery to the capital before being trucked out, but was compromised by criminal gangs stopping convoys leaving Port au Prince. Perversely, the follow-on tropical storm washed away bridges and roads leading to the affected areas. This again would have been a strong case for the use of amphibious vehicles which would have been able to insert medical and relief aid exactly where and when needed, with good landing points around the peninsular all close to the points of need. This would avoid having to negotiate the many obstacles that distributing efforts from the capital posed and so increase efficiency of response.

But medicine does not pay attention to this, because it is engaged in business. In the first place in terms of mortality are violations of arterial blood flow. This is ischemia of the heart, lower extremities and the naked brain. But no one sees that the cause is a violation of the outflow of venous blood - the biomechanics of walking. Violation of the sequence of muscle contraction also leads to overload of the central nervous system, which began to be noted as chronic fatigue syndrome.

The process of walking upright, maintaining a stable position of the body is carried out according to the addition of inherent, unconditioned reflexes independent of our desires. Therefore, a violation of walking in the case of deformities of the feet leads to a change in the position of the bones in all the higher lying joints of the skeleton and a violation of the contractile pumping function of the muscles. The body perceives changes in walking for a dance, which leads to overloads of the Central Nervous System. You just stood on your heel, and the signal from the mechanoreceptors under your fingers says you are already pushing, jumping.

Another case, not associated with a disaster scenario, was related to us by an NGO working in Mozambique. It concerned a consignment of vaccines for a clinic in a very remote area of the country that were collected at the airport in the capital by truck. As the condition of the roads rapidly deteriorated not far from the city center, the load was then transferred to taxis able to make better progress with the conditions. This was then repeated with the use of motorbikes which were able to cope with the worst of the roads where cars were not practical. However, when faced with one of the rivers on the route, the load was again transferred to canoes and once on the opposite bank, it was a case of hand carrying the cool boxes to the end user. At each point where the load was transferred to a different mode of transport, the cold chain was put at risk as well as the coolboxes themselves which could have been lost or damaged. This could be avoided if using an amphibian fitted with reliable on-board generation and backed up by solar and battery banks as a means of redundant supply. A vehicle could receive vaccines and medicine at the point of origin, such as the airport, and then be able to travel to the point of end-use without the need to transfer the load. This would be crucial in maintaining and guaranteeing vital cold chains including ultra-low applications.

We have the support of the Humanitarian Logistics Association (Corby, Northants, UK) and are now at the point where we intend to ship a test vehicle to Thailand or Indonesia and run a series of demonstration trials for relevant interested parties. These will be used to test techniques and equipment and develop standard operating procedures along with a breakdown of running and maintenance costs during deployment. This would lead to accurately quantifying all aspects of a response of this kind which can be shared with potential adopters to compare against standard response types and costs.

We would welcome the opportunity to collaborate with NGOs and government agencies in these trials, if possible. Advisors include a very well-respected doctor in Jakarta who has long been involved with emergency medicine in the region and is assisting with the design and layout of the clinical aspect of the vehicle, including the equipment that could be installed and carried. A large solar energy training provider in the US is happy to be involved in the design of the solar power requirements and we are investigating the potential use of hydrogen fuel cells for clean, quiet power production These are silent and do not produce emissions such as carbon monoxide, making them ideal for use in confined areas.

#Amphibious #Disaster relief #Emergency medicine #Journal of Clinical Case Reports Medical Images and Health Sciences.#jcrmhs

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