So this au has been cooking in my brain for a while now, but I finally finished the prologue and i’m finally posting this thing. So let’s see how this goes! (Quick shoutout to my two best friends @mibasiamille and @marlosbooknook for letting me bounce ideas off of them and helping me edit. Also just being overall great people, ily guys <3)
When We Collide
Oxford, England 22nd September 1976
It’s the little things that we rarely notice: those smaller, seemingly irrelevant memories that always lead to more memorable ones. We seem to forget that these events, when put in succession, can eventually change our lives forever. The aftermath can often times leave us in a state that we can never truly recover from, and can even change us into completely different people; people that we wouldn’t even recognize.
These events are usually ones we often see in films and literature; we never expect that they can happen to us. But the fact of the matter is that these things do happen, and they can happen to anyone.
One tiny fraction of a second is all it takes to change everything. Your whole world turns upside down: you can’t tell which way is up or which way is down. But these moments– they’re only the beginning.
the skam dictionary: aka typical norwegian words and phrases
please note that some of these are in kebabnorsk !!
halla man - hey man
skjera? - wazzup?
hva skjera bagera? ingenting tingeling. er du tøff nassenøff? er du dum ole brum? - ( a norwegian saying from when we were kids ) what’s up bagera? nothing tinker bell. piglet are you tough? are whinnie the poo are you stupid?
dritt kult ! - really cool !
konge ( ass ) - good/awesome ( directly translated: king )
( this is a riddle ) her kommer ole brum, en liten bjørn i skogen. tralalala bom, der døde ole brum - here comes whinnie the pooh, a little bear in the woods. tralalala boom, and whinnie the pooh dies.
( in the tune of kaptein sabeltann ) kaptein sabeltann, er en gammel mann. med hatt og ståkk og briller, og rompa som driter vann ( honestly anything that rimes goes ) - captain sabertooth is an old man with hat, cane and glasses and a bum that poops water
liksom - like
seriøst? - seriously?
serr - shortening for seriously
er du serr? er du seriøs eller? ser du seriøs? - all ways of saying “are you serious?”
mekke - hook up
bug - snus ( it’s tobacco u place under ur lip and it’s huge in norway and sweden )
buge du? - du you use snus?
bomme - to borrow something ( mostly referred to with snus )
lattis - that’s funny ( but its another way to say laughter )
kødder - slang for joking
kødd ass - slang for joking
kødder du? - are you joking?
slutt å kødd da - stop joking around
walla - slang for i promise
kidza - slang for kids or teens
Schpaa - slang for good
Læp - slang for girl
Tært - slang for nice, pretty for example; pretty girl
kæse - beat up
sigg - slang for cigarettes
jalla - hurry or quick
uff da - damn
shit - shit
føkk - fuck
til dere norske, add til flere hvis dere kommer på noen
Read the prologue here Thank you to @marlosbooknook and @mibasiamille for helping me edit and listening to my constant whining, really don’t know why you put up with me but thank you and ily
(Also a note: I’m not a doctor so i’m sorry if some of this is wrong I relied entirely on google and what I remember from my anatomy class. Plus Grey’s Anatomy but that’s not all accurate and a full out shit show at this point so let’s just ignore that)
And thank you all so much for your comments on the prologue, I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
Oxford, England 22nd September 1976
One moment. One tiny, insignificant moment, and his entire world shifted.
It was a head-on collision with a semi: the driver fell asleep at the wheel and veered right in front of him. Jamie didn’t have any time to react; it had all happened so fast.
It was more than likely that he wouldn’t remember any of it, due to the damage to his brain. But his life was no longer in his hands.
First responders arrived at the scene almost five minutes–five long minutes–after it happened. He was unconscious, lying in the middle of the road. The impact of the crash had ejected him from his seat, through the windshield, and onto the street.
The list of injuries were endless: from broken bones to open wounds. Some of the shards of glass from the windows had embedded themselves into his skin, but the rest was scattered on the concrete around him.
The biggest concern of the medical team was his head and spinal cord. It was impossible to tell what state they were in, given that the patient unconscious. They worked as fast as they could to get him on the stretcher and immobilized, while also being careful enough not to jostle him too much. Once he was secured inside the ambulance, he was rushed to the A&E.
He was only going to work. It was supposed to be like any other day.
None of this was supposed to happen.
They took him from the ambulance directly into the OR, assessing the damage and figuring out how to proceed from there.
Over the course of the next few months, he would be in that OR three times.
His condition was critical and he couldn’t be under anesthesia for very long, so the surgeries had to be spread out, allowing his body time to recover.
He sustained multiple injuries: right leg broken in two places, once in the left; multiple cracked and broken ribs; the right shoulder dislocated and the radius of the left arm severely fractured. A back full of glass, some pieces almost three inches long. Some internal bleeding in the abdomen, but luckily the medical team had found the source in time to stop it. If they hadn’t, it would have caused his brain to hemorrhage and, ultimately, could have ended his life.
There was some bleeding and swelling in his brain that they had gotten under control, but there was no telling the prognosis until he was conscious. Miraculously, however, his spinal cord had remained unharmed.
His right hand was the worst of it: the bones of his ring finger were almost completely shattered, the middle finger a compound fracture, the bone sticking obtrusively through the skin. They predicted that he wouldn’t regain full range of motion in that hand again, but with lots of physical therapy it could come close.
The first surgery was getting the bleeding in his abdomen and brain under control, as well as the swelling. Then, debriding his back and several other places on his body, followed by cleaning every wound to reduce the risk of infection.
Unfortunately, that was all they could do for the day.
The next day was setting the broken bones. Everything went relatively smooth until they got to his hand, which took the longest.
The very last surgery consisted entirely of applying the skin grafts to his back.
After a few weeks, he was able to breathe on his own. In the days that followed, they remained hopeful that he would recover. They waited for him to wake up, each day hoping that today would be the day.