check me into a hospital because something is wrong

Sterek fandom, please gather around me. I have to talk to you about something extremely important.

Because today my friends, I discovered that something called the “Teddy bear hospital” exists.

And it’s even more adorable than you can imagine.

(It’s actually a French association, where parents bring their kids, who then have to find with the doctor what’s wrong with their favorite toy, check all the boxes on a chart with different diseases, then bring the teddy bear to the dentist, the radiologist, the surgery…

It’s mainly to teach kids not to be afraid of doctors and hospitals, and help kids that have to spend a lot of time in hospital understand what really happens there. The doctors are all medicine students, and like my sister, mainly dying inside from the cute)

Now can you imagine Sterek in that?

Stiles pushing the stretcher with the little bear on it, one paw wrapped in bandages because they suspect broken bones. Stiles following a little girl with really clear eyes and actual pigtails, smiling like a crazy person because of how cute the kid is, pointing decidedly at the different doors for her teddy bear’s next appointment.

And on the other side of the stretcher, Derek, the uncle/single dad, slowly melting in a puddle of besotted goo because of this guy in his doctor blouse, with the moles, and the smiles, and listening to freaking teddy bear’s heartbeat.

 

Or.

Stiles and Derek, the medical students that meet during the event. Derek being the surgeon (because he’s kind of worried about handling kids) (and of course he’s amazing and the kid adore him but he worries anyway because he’s big and scary and Laura told him he has too much eyebrow for one person).

Stiles being the charming radiologist, that comes into Derek’s surgery room clearly to torture him. Because he comes in with the most radiant smiles (and Derek always smiles back, even if they have seen each other thirty times already and even if he still doesn’t know the guy’s name) and a kid clutching at his hand, before helping them into little surgeon outfits. Derek can’t even look at him directly; it’s that stunning a view. He doesn’t understand how someone that must spend 23 hours a day studying and leaving on junk food can glow so much.

 

Or.

Stiles and Derek are single parents that bring their kids to the Teddy bear hospital, and both get promptly sent to the waiting room by their independent four and five years old.

They both meet in the waiting room, where they are the only one not enjoying these few moments of freedom, but pacing all over the place like trapped animals. Both of them have really bad memories of hospitals, and they bond ver it after  buying their fourth coffee in the vain hope of distracting themselves.

They get caught making out in a supply closet by a nurse. Both of their kids give them very disappointed looks.

Or.

Laura bringing Derek there without any explanation. Because she’s 6 months pregnant, and Derek will be there to see his nephew coming into the world, hospital phobia or not.

So Stiles raises his eyes from his planning to find that the little Derek is in fact one big, strong ball of muscles, pale eyes and blushing cheek, and closer to thirty than 3. Stiles immediately decides to forgets the “only kids from 3 to 8″ rules and calls dibs (because he saw Jeanine’s greedy eyes).

Derek may well be a weirdo, but he’s a beautiful one. Who mumbles when his sister kisses him on the cheek and actually resists for a few seconds before handing Stiles the teddy bear. It’s absolutely adorable.

Then Stiles starts the list of fake diseases and diagnoses a bad burn on the bear, when he catches Derek’s expression. The man looks completely broken and sad, and trying very hard and badly to hide it.

So Stiles backpedals so hard he physically gets back, hands in the air, and changes his diagnosis to a sprained paw and a bellyache. For the hour long visit, all of Stiles’ colleagues look at them both with bewildered eyes. Derek looks hounded, head hunched and either fixed on his shoes, between embarassement and real anxiety. He stay close to Stiles, and Stiles looks at his beautiful face and marvels. Sometimes, Derek even takes notes.

Stiles is madly in love after forty five minutes.


I don’t know I don’t have the time to write this, but if someone feels like it, please, pleeeease tag me in it.

I need it. For reasons.

Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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Title: Reassure Me

Anonymous requested: Could you do some denny fluff, where he is getting back home ? // How about denny being a little self concious about his scar and the reader helping him? 

Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader
Summary: After being released from the hospital since his heart transplant, Denny feels a bit self-conscious with his new scar.
Word Count: 1,605
Warning: None.
Author’s Note: YAY! Another Denny request! I decided to join these two together since they can be paired with one another easily! Thank you to both anons who requested this! We can never have too much Denny, I think ;-). Enjoy! <3

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

Denny was more than ready to get home. The heart transplant had been successful and after staying in the hospital for another few months, he was yearning to be in the comfort of his own house. However, you made sure that everything with his health and the heart transplant was approved by many doctors in Seattle Grace Hospital. You could never be too sure and you always wanted to be careful.

“I’m ready, baby,” Denny said, hooking an arm around your waist.

It felt great again to be able to just lean against him and have him tower over you. It brought back many memories from before he was diagnosed with his condition. Now, you and Denny were engaged and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him now that he had a clean slate for his new health.

“I know you are. You’ve been ready for the past few months,” you teased.

“What can I say? I’m ready to go home and familiarize myself with you and our bed,” he winked.

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It's Called a Baby Sweetheart-Chapter 5: In Time of Need

Devastated by Heathers recent departure, Nick tries to find comfort and peace by being alone in his home, but a certainty bunny will make sure that his morning is anything but peaceful…

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Avenging Angel: Part 8

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6 – Part 7


“This one, or this one?” Braxton asked, holding up two ties.

“You can pull both of them off,” you replied distractedly, scrolling through an old article about one of your father’s old partners.

Braxton tossed the ties onto the dresser and came to sit next to you on the bed, kissing your cheek. “What’re you reading?”

“An article on Charles Haverton. He worked with my dad a while ago. This article was posted a month before they broke up.”

“And you’re trying to find out why they called it quits?” Braxton guessed correctly. “Find anything?”

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Penny For Your Thoughts|Nate Maloley Imagine

Request: Could i get a sad story when you’re at the hospital and you don’t have any family except Derek or Nate(u choose) and then he comes to visit you and says he’s sorry (for nothing actually) and says many other cute things about since he was scared that you might die 

MASTERLIST

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 I was driving home from my friends house and it was fairly late due to that fact she wanted me to stay since her boyfriend cheated on her. I had to go home since my best friends Nate and Derek were waiting for me at home. I don’t have any family I ran off when I was 17. Nate and Derek are my family they are my everything. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw a two headlights coming right at me. Then everything went black.

 NATE’S POV 

 It was around 3 a.m. And y/n still wasn’t home. Derek and I were starting to freak out. She said that she was only going to a friends house and she would be back no latter than 12. She is never late so something must be wrong.

 "Anything word from her?“ Derek asks walking into the room.

 "No not a-” I was cut off by my cell phone ringing. I didn’t even check caller ID before answering. “Hello? Y/n." 

 "Hello is this Nathan Maloley?” The lady on the other side of the line asks.

 "Yes this is he? May I ask who is calling?“ I say with a confused look clear across my face because Derek gave me ‘a what’s going on look’. 

 "This is the Los Angels Hospital. We are calling regarding y/n. She was hit by a drunk driver tonight and she is in critical condition. We called you because you and Derek Luh are her emergency contacts. If you could make your way down here to fill out some paper work that would be appreciated she is in room 709.” With that she hung up. 

 "Who was that?“ Derek asks monitoring my face. 

I looked as if I was about to cry. "That was the hospital y/n was in an accident. We need to get to the hospital.” I say as I’m grabbing my keys and jacket.

 Derek and I arrive at the hospital and immediately run down the hall to her room. We hear nurses talking about y/n and how she has no family and it’s so sad how no one is here for her. We stop right in front of them and look into her room. We look to the doctors and step into her room. 

 The doctors stops us and says “one person in the room at a time please." 

 "You go I’ll call the boys.” Derek says already grabbing out his phone. I nod my head and take a deep breath before walking into her room only to see her tangled in wires and a breathing tube in her nose. The doctor informs me that she is in a coma and she could wake up in hours, days, weeks or even months. I inhale sharply from hearing months. I go and take a seat next to her bed and grab her hand and I kiss her forehead.

 "I’m so sorry to see you like this. You don’t deserve this. You are the most perfect human being out there and I’m in love with you. You might not feel the same but since you can’t talk right now I guess I will just say it incase you might not make it…“ I choke up saying the last part. "I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier for you when you ran away. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when your asshole of a boyfriend cheated on you and left you alone in the middle of no where. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you I loved you sooner. Otherwise we could be together and I could kiss you finally.” Tears were now falling from my eyes and I felt y/n’s hand twitch. I snapped my head up. 

 "You’re so cute Maloley.“ She mumbles smiling.

 "Did you hear all of that?” I ask my face turning red. 

 "Yeah and I love you too more than a friend.“ She smiles even bigger than I thought was possible.

 The doctor walks in and smiles. "Miss y/n looks like you’re finally awake. Everything looks good we want to keep you here for the next week due to the fact your ribs and ankle are broken.”

 "Okay thank you.“ Y/n says nodding her head and grabbing her ribs from pain. 

"I’ll get you some pain medication for that.” The doctor says and leaves us two in the room. 

 I get up and kiss her. Slowly but full of passion. She smiles into the kiss and I set my forehead against hers.

 "Thank you for coming Nate.“ She whispers

 "I’m never leaving.” I whisper back.

Easy Pt. 4

Originally posted by ooh-sehoney

Bodyguard Chanyeol vs Assassin Sehun
Chanyeol X Reader X Sehun
Who will you fall for?

Chanyeol sat in the hospital room. He decided he’d better get checked after blacking out. Luckily, he was alright. Skeptically, he kept peering at his phone. Nothing. No messages, no phone calls, no voicemails… He dialed Y/N’s number, since he had it mesmerised, and waited for her voice to pick up.

He heard the other line click and his heart leapt. “You promised to call! Why didn’t you??” he asked rapidly.
“Because she’s with me.” a man’s voice answered. Chanyeol’s heart sped up and he could feel sudden rage inside of him. Something was wrong, where was Y/N? Why did he have her phone?

“….Sehun… I’m warning you, I will find you. Don’t do anything stupid.” Chanyeol warned. His tone was rough and intimidating. “Ah, I wonder if Y/N knows this side of you.. Anyways, it’d be stupid of you to find me. If you look for us, I’ll kill her.” Sehun chuckled.
“I SWEAR TO FU*KING GOD IF YOU TOUCH HER-” Chanyeol began.
“Ah too late. She looks adorable unconcious. Byebye Chanyeol.” the phone was suddenly hung up.

Out of frustration, Chanyeol threw his phone down. “Hyung, what’s wrong?” a voice asked from the doorway. “Baek? What are you doing here?” Chanyeol asked. “Undercover… I’m surprised they gave me this one. I shouldn’t be working in a hospital… I got in trouble for switching the heater on and off repeatably.” he sighed, “Then the nurses told me this really creepy nursery rhyme.. When the temperatures get too high, all the patients will start to die… Chanyeol I just want to go home.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Chanyeol chuckled slightly at his friend. Knowing all too well, that Baekhyun was just not doctor material.. But he must’ve been protecting a patient, because why else would they assign him anything? “I need to go.” Chanyeol said standing up. “Oh wait, are you okay? You look pale.” Baekhyun asked concerned and put a hand to Chanyeol’s forehead. “I’m fine, I need to find my Y/N.” he answered and sprinted off.
‘My Y/N?’ Baekhyun thought to himself. He brushed it off and returned to his shenanigans once more.
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Sehun threw Y/N over his broad shoulder, and began leaving the building. As the security guard tried to stop him, he silenced him with a bullet and kept walking. Right on time, a black car drove up and the driver handed his keys to Sehun. He placed Y/N in the passenger seat, buckling her tightly, then sitting in the driver’s seat and driving off.

Not even 10 minutes later, he was on the highway. It was, by car, a four day drive back to HQ. He was deep in thought when he saw bright headlights beaming in his rearview. “Shit.. Damn guy is so fast..” he muttered recognizing a Sector 6 vehicle tailing him. He swerved between cars, but his pursuer followed closely behind. Annoyed, he called Chanyeol. “Give up?” Chanyeol asked. “Never. Just thought you’d want to know you could hurt Y/N severely if we get in a wreck.” he shrugged. He heard the phone click and the headlights disappeared from view.

“He’s pathetic. Its all your fault Y/N..He cares for you so much he makes stupid choices. Why do you make men feel this way? Its too bad, this is already so easy.” he said to her still unconscious figure. Sighing, he switched on the radio, and a half awake voice spoke up. “Sehun oppa. I love this song.”
Sehun peered over at her, watching as she closed her eyes and fell limp again.

Originally posted by wooyoung

 
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Speeding through freeways, Chanyeol raced against the traffic. He cut people off and just didn’t care if he caused a massive wreck. He heard his phone ringing and he immediately answered. “What?!”

“…You don’t have to yell. Geez.” a voice said back.
“Jongdae? What is it? I’m a little busy.” Chanyeol said.
“I see that from your tracker. Ninety miles per hour? Don’t wreck… Anyways I was calling to tell you we sent back up.”
“Thanks man. See you later!” Chanyeol said hanging up.

He peered in his rearview and sure enough, more black SUV’s followed behind him.
“Let’s split. It’s a little obvious if we’re all driving together. We don’t want the civilians to get nervous.” Junmyeon’s voice instructed.
A few of the vehicles slowed down, while others sped in front of Chanyeol and back onto the highway. Chanyeol kept speeding down the road when a bullet whizzed right through his window, almost hitting him.

Looking in his rear view, a dark figure on a motorcycle raced after him. Chanyeol grabbed his handgun from the glove compartment and fired a few bullets in his pursuers direction. He watched as the motorcycle served avoiding all of them. Frustrated, he tried again but it was hard trying to not hit civilians. Slamming on his brakes, he opened the door as the motorcyclist approached causing him to crash straight into it. Chanyeol walked up to him, kicking his weapon away.

Two SUVs drove up closing off the road. “Chanyeol! Are you okay?!” Junmyeon asked walking towards him. “I’m fine.” he sighed. Yixing and Kris also showed up and grabbed the motorcyclist, and forcibly removed his helmet. “Sehun must’ve called for backup too.” Chanyeol sighed. Kris scanned him for identity. “His name is Kim Minseok and he’s part of the Resilience.”
“I am so sick of these damn assassins.” Chanyeol said storming back to his car. Another vehicle pulled up and Jongdae and Baekhyun walked out. “Sector 6, all in one place…This is too easy.” a voice said from the dark.

Chanyeol looked in the direction of the voice. Kyungsoo, a worldwide known assassin, stood staring at all of them. “See? Sick of this.” Chanyeol muttered.
“What do you want?” Junmyeon glared.
“I want you to give up, obviously.” Kyungsoo answered.
“We won’t.” Baekhyun said.
“Why? Why do you people always choose the hard way? I didn’t feel like cleaning up bodies today.” Kyungsoo sighed.
“Yeah it’ll be hard cleaning up your own men’s bodies.” Jongdae laughed.
Kyungsoo smirked and raised his hand. From the overpass, snipers appeared, aim locked on the Sector 6 members. 

Originally posted by overdyosed


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Sehun drove into a gas station and watched as a woman abandoned her car to go pay for gas. He smiled and carried Y/N over to it, placing her in the back seat. He sat in the drivers seat and was honestly happy she left her keys in the ignition. He wouldn’t have to wire the car now. He saw the woman running towards him and he threw his car keys at her and drove off.

“Where are we going?” Y/N’s voice asked. “And how did I get in here?”
“You’ll see when we get there.” Sehun answered. He heard her shuffling around and trying to climb in the passenger seat beside him. “I don’t feel good. Can you just take me back home?” she asked. Sehun sighed and locked the doors. “Oppa..please. I feel sick.” she whined. He continued ignoring her, until she threw up and passed out.

Panicked, he stopped at the nearest hotel. She had a high fever and called the doctor from his company.
After awhile, impatient knocking came at the room’s door. “Sehun its me! Open the door!” Luhan’s voice came. Sehun flung open the door and pulled him inside, guiding him over to Y/N. 

Originally posted by omgfishy

“So this girl is your latest assignment?” he asked. “Yes..I need her alive.” Sehun said. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me this frantic.” Luhan chuckled.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing… She’ll be okay. It seems when you used the chloroform on your glove, she had a negative reaction to it. You won’t be able to get to HQ as quickly as you wanted, she needs rest. Make sure you stop every night.” Luhan instructed packing his things to leave.
“That’ll take a week!” Sehun pouted.
“Alive or barely alive, your choice. I don’t care.”

With that, Luhan left. Sehun walked over to Y/N, and placed his hand on her forehead. Her fever was still high, and her face was completely flushed. He didn’t know what to do, so he just watched her sleep. Soon, she looked a little more at peace and his heart finally stopped racing. Soon, he found himself drifting to sleep.
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Y/N woke up in an unfamiliar room. Obviously it was a hotel room…But still, how’d she get here? The last 12 hours were all so blurry. She turned over in the bed and screamed when she saw a figure beside her.

Originally posted by laygion

“…..Well good morning to you too, geez.” Sehun’s voice said sleepily.
“Why are you sleeping- THERE’S ANOTHER BED!” Y/N yelled.
“Hey…”
“WHAT??”
“Shut up.”
Y/N stared at Sehun. He rolled his eyes and closed them again, pulling a pillow over his head. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Oppa…That’s so mean.” she pouted.
“Tdiska ksornd” he muttered under the pillow.
“What? I can’t hear you. Move this.” She said shoving the pillow away.
He stayed silent with his eyes closed, so Y/N just gave up.
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Chanyeol and the rest of Sector 6 frantically dodged bullets that were raining down from above. Looking around, he was relieved that everyone seemed to have found shelter. Baekhyun crawled up beside him, eyes widening as he got closer. “Oh my god…Chanyeol! You got shot!” he said beginning to dig through his backpack. “What?” Chanyeol looked down, and sure enough, a red pool of blood was leaking from his thigh.

“I didn’t even feel it until now.” Chanyeol winced. Baekhyun motioned Yixing over, and he quickly darted to Chanyeol’s side. “You’ll need surgery to get that out.” Yixing sighed, “but we don’t have time for that.”

Originally posted by luludeery


“Wait…What is that? Kyahhhh!!!” Chanyeol’s deep voice yelled.
“Shhhh!! You want them to find us? Suck it up!” Baekhyun snapped.
“Easy for you to say! You didn’t stabbed with a syringe! You keep that scalpel away from me. I swear- to…woah. I’m really dizzy. What was that?” Chanyeol asked.
“Anesthetics..You might pass out, everything might be a bit blurry for awhile…One of the two will happen.” Yixing calmly smiled.

“…What’s an anesthetic?” Baekhyun asked. “What? I’m undercover as a doctor, I might need to know.”
Yixing shook his head, “An anesthetic causes anesthesia, …..loss of sensation…surgery.”
Chanyeol blinked trying to get rid of the blurriness, but soon even his hearing was fading in and out. He heard faint sounds of gunshots going off, and felt someone shove him into a vehicle.

He could see Yixing working on his wound on and off as blackness faded in and out. “Chanyeol! Chanyeol!” someone said slapping him awake. “Yah what?! Why would you slap me after I had surgery?!” he pouted.
“Because why not?” Jongdae smiled above him.
“Where are we? HQ?” he asked. “Yeah after we finally got away from the assassins, we came straight to HQ.” Jongdae answered. “Any word on Y/N?” Chanyeol asked. “Yixing has been watching them. They’re at a hotel, but supposedly, they are leaving in the morning.”

“…They’re in a hotel? Together? Are they sharing a room? Which hotel?! Did he touch her??” Chanyeol’s voice began to raise. “No he didn’t so anything with her. Y/N got sick so they had to stop somewhere for her to rest.” Yixing’s voice came from a speaker beside Jongdae. Chanyeol relaxed and breathed out. “Thank God…I’m still pissed he took her to a hotel though.” he muttered.
“Why? Because he took her before you got to?” Jongdae teased.
“What??” Chanyeol sat up and threw his pillow at him. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“Chanyeol, your face says everything.” Jongdae smiled.

“Make sure you rest plenty Chanyeol! And stop trolling Jongdae. Leave him alone, if he moves too much, his stitches will come out.” Yixing’s voice said.
Jongdae left the room soon after that. Chanyeol laid down but found it extremely hard to rest. He pulled his phone out.

Chanyeol: Y/N Where are you?

Ding! New message from Y/N
Y/N: Channie~ I’m with Sehun^^ Sorry I didn’t text you earlier, I got sick:(

Chanyeol breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive, and that’s all that mattered to him right now. 

PT. 5 (coming soon)
Hope you guys like it yay^^

Those 3 little words.....
  • Sarada: Mama, It almost 5 o'clock. Papa is waiting for us.
  • Sakura: Okay, I just have to finish this pile of paper work and we can go.
  • (Knock knock)
  • Sakura: Come in.
  • Male Nurse: Dr.Uchiha, can you look over this patient medical file again. I think there is a mistake on this.
  • Sakura: Sure.
  • *While Sakura was checking the file.The male nurse was making eyes on her. Sarada caught this and wasn't happy at how he was looking at her mother*
  • ×××× Outside ××××
  • Sarada: .... Mama, you love Papa right?
  • Sakura: Of course, why would you ask that?
  • Sarada: Just checking....
  • Sakura: *giggles* Even though your Papa never told me that he loves me back....
  • Sarada: What?...
  • ×××× Uchiha Household ××××
  • Sakura: We're home!
  • Sasuke: Welcome Home.
  • Sarada: ............
  • Sakura: I will go start making dinner~
  • *Sakura left the room*
  • Sarada: ...... Papa.... we need to talk.
  • Sasuke: What is it?
  • Sarada: Do you love Mama?
  • Sasuke: .........
  • Sarada: *kicks him hard but have no effect* What if Mama leaves you for someone else?
  • Sasuke: !!! ..... That will never happen Sarada. Just because I never told her doesn't mean she will leave.
  • Sarada: Are you sure? At the hospital, a male nurse came in to have Mama check a file. When Mama wasn't looking , he was making eyes at her and if he tells her he loves her just because you never did. Mama will leave.
  • Sasuke: ........ Sarada, you are too young to understand how I feel about your mother. When your older, we will talk about it then.
  • Sarada: ........Let see if Mama will stick with you then. *walking away to the kitchen*
  • Sasuke: .....
  • ×××× Night time ××××
  • Sasuke: *thinking*
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun, is something wrong?
  • Sasuke: Sakura, would you ever leave me for someone else?
  • Sakura: No, why?
  • Sasuke: Sarada, told me at work today. Some male nurse was making eyes at you.
  • Sakura: I am look at all the time having these hair and eyes colors. Being second to Lady Tsunade. But mostly it the fact that I married the last Uchiha. Sarada probably misunderstand since she still young about what it really means.
  • Sasuke: Sarada said that just because I never said those 3 words. That when the male nurse does say it to you. You will leave me for him.
  • Sakura: Hahaha Sarada have been spending a little too much time with Ino.
  • Sasuke: ......... Sakura.
  • Sakura: Yeah?
  • Sasuke: ....... I...... I
  • Sakura: I love you too Sasuke-kun~♥
  • Sasuke: You could have let me say it.
  • Sakura: It call taking baby steps Sasuke-kun.
  • Sasuke: Sakura?
  • Sakura: Hm?
  • Sasuke: I Love You. *pulls her in and started kissing her*
  • (Outside the room)
  • Sarada: ....... Look like Papa can really say it to Mama after all.

Pet Peeve: When something is very clearly wrong with me and I talk about wanting to go to the hospital to get it checked out and people are like “it’s fine, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Like.

I don’t want it to be nothing?

I want it so be something that can be diagnosed and resolved so I can stop feeling like garbage all the time?

I had a goddamn golfball sized tumor in my neck and people were like “whatever, it’s fine, it’s nothing” and now that I’m saying I’m concerned that I have no energy because they cut out half of the get-up-and-go centre of my body and I can’t make it through an entire day without falling asleep its the same “It’s nothing, It’s nothing” when I say I want to go get some bloodwork done.

anonymous asked:

how do you get over the fear of not being good enough?

You realise that everyone around you has that same fear. The bookish girl who seems to know the content of every lecture before you’ve been taught it. The loudmouth guy who looks like he has too much confidence, if anything. All of us. Some of us face more setbacks than others; those of us who suffer from anxiety or depression, or have longstanding self-esteem issues have to contend with this on an even greater scale, but it doesn’t make them less competent. I cannot describe how common this is; many people I know have expressed these kinds of thoughts to me. in fact, I was having this conversation earlier today. When you are dealing with a field as competitive, challenging, and vast as this, you are bound to trip outside of your comfort zone.

You’re in training, you’re there to learn, not be perfect. Try to remember that if you were perfect, you’d be a consultant, or attending. Or neither, because even seniors make mistakes, and even they go on training, and even they are always learning. You will never stop learning or developing your skills, so there will always be ways in which you could be ‘better’. But what changes with time is that you start to realise that how you are now is not terrible. You

You realise that worrying if you are good enough is not a sign of your inferiority, but a sign that you are challenging yourself, and growing as a person. It’s only possible to aboid doubting your abilities by staying so safely within your own limits that there is never any chance you might need to grow to meet new challenges.

Here’s something that might help.

Focus on each little step of your journey. Take your learning one piece at a time, and you know that you will make progress.

Your university will have ways of letting you know whether you are reaching the level you should be. If you are struggling, look into why it is. Did you not study quite enough or leave it a bit late? Did you have personal problems? Did your learning method just not work this time around? Whatever it is, there are ways in which things can be improved. There is support out there, through your university, through your friends and family, and even out here on the internet.  And if you are reaching the standards expected of you; that’s great. It’s enough. You can always work harder if you choose, or bulk up your CV. As long as you can handle the work, there’s nothing wrong with aiming for excellence. But don’t feel obliged to be the top student in the year if it’s causing you to have a breakdown. Passing medical school is hard enough, and you have every right to feel proud of getting results that are good enough, even if they aren’t stellar.

Lastly, not all fear is bad fear. As clinicians, we worry about making a wrong diagnosis, or about not catching something early enough. We worry about patients staying in hospital too long and dying from something preventable like hospital acquired pneumonia. It’s daunting. But the realisation that we are not a finished work of art, and are actually a work in progress is what can make us better clinicians. It helps us realise our limitations, and makes us think 'let me check the patient’s observations one last time…’

You can channel your energy towards becoming better, whilst realising that you are good enough for the stage you are at right now. Because you are. It’s not a question. Even if you stumble, or fall ill, or mess up, it doesn’t suddenly make you less of a person, or lessen your potential.  You have the potential to go the distance, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.