Was almost not released from Doctor Fate's helmet because Nabu knew he was worthy, uses denial as a coping mechanism because he can't handle confronting his problems because they cause him pain, chooses not to believe in magic because he can't stand accepting something he can't control and science is the only thing he can trust, was trusted enough by Dick that he revealed his and Bruce's identities, was the first one who escaped from the nightmare in Face Your Fears, is insecure because he thinks he's not good enough to be Flash's sidekick, protected Artemis in Bereft even after she said she'd probably been sent to kill him, the volcano that Red Volcano activated in Humanity would have destroyed the world had Wally not used his immense intelligence to figure out a way to save them, sacrificed his birthday to save a young queen by running a donor heart cross country, realized that the best birthday gift he could have ever gotten was seeing her smile, uses humor and bad flirting because he has a fear of rejection, FREAKING GOT HIMSELF STUCK IN THE SPEEDFORCE TO SAVE THE WORLD AND NOW EVERYONE THINKS HE'S DEAD, AND HIS LAST WORDS WERE TELLING BARRY TO MAKE SURE ARTEMIS AND HIS PARENTS KNEW HE LOVED THEM.
Also Wally West:
I'll bet you I can eat that whole pizza in two bites
Summary – You and
Steve were supposed to have spent the rest of your lives together, but lies and
betrayal tore you apart. A family tragedy forces you to leave your life
in the city and return to the Montana ranch you used to call home. Can you and
Steve forget the past and find love again?
Warnings – Surgery,
Word Count – 1,748
Notes – I’m going
in a completely different direction with this fic than I ever had before. This is an AU fic that isn’t based on a
movie, or a book, it’s purely from my own imagination, and it’s basically my
version of a romance novel. Well. .
.there are a few characters at the beginning that some of you may recognize!! Steve
won’t come into the story until the next part, or maybe part 3, but he’ll
definitely make an entrance! I’m so
excited for a bearded Steve Rogers, in boots and a cowboy hat, sitting on a
horse!!! The OC in this story, Mr. Frampton is based off a patient I had when I was a nurse. He was a very dear, sweet old man, and I think about him often, may he rest in peace. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! As always, feel free to leave me any comments
The over-sized light above your head beat down on the back of
your neck, the heat emanating from it forming small beads of sweat that ran
down your back as you leaned over the man laying before you. When most people said that they had someone’s
heart in their hands, they were referring to love. For you it was a little different. When you said you had a man’s heart in your
hands, you literally had his heart in your hands.
Bashful Smiles: one shot they work together at the zoo and someone is leaving Kyungsoo notes
Asky Outy: one shot. Kyungsoo wants Jongin to put a little work into asking him out/ the date
Heartstrings: one shot I love this story so hard. They have the relationship string connected to them as kids but Kyungsoo doesn’t want to be connected to a boy then years later they meet again when Jongin hits on Kyungsoo
Catch you (I’m Trying): one shot. Kyungsoo is an omega who doesn’t like anyone and Jongin comes to the library where he works to talk to him
Come One, Come All - circus!au + set in 1950, kyungsoo is a med student who runs away with a circus in search of an adventure and little did he know it’d come in form of a lithe and graceful acrobat (so soft and pure ;;)
Descendants of the Moon - DOTS!au, doctor!au + wolf!au + military!au, doctor kyungsoo and his team of paramedics were sent on a secret mission to help to an undercover unit of military soldiers. which turns out to be different from the usual ones
Doctor, Please - fluff, doctor!soo and jongin using cheesy pickup lines (that work!)
check me out - rainbowtoxicity’s stress relieving fluff/comedy!!! nini has a rash on his…balls but his doc is his big crush (Dr. Hottie Do :–)
and vet!kd extras - i’m sure there are more but these are rly medical i guess?:
A/N: Based on a request for a Clark Kent imagine where the reader is a medical student or doctor and they rarely see each other. Their relationship is falling apart, but a lot of fluff in the end. Hope you guys like it!
Clark Kent was the boyfriend that everyone wanted. He was kind, funny, and extremely attractive. He wanted the best for everyone around him even if he didn’t particular like them. He was the one that loved you.
Superman was the hero everyone praised. He was selfless, charming, and extremely muscular. He wanted to save the world and protect those around him even if it meant abandoning whatever he was doing at the moment. He was the one who left you behind.
You met Clark at the city hospital when he first came to Metropolis. You had been working a shift and he had asked to shadow you for the day in order to write a story for the newspaper. In all honesty, you wanted to say no; it was hard enough to do your job with everyone else in the way, and a journalist would only add to that. However, the decision wasn’t yours to make, it was up to your boss, and she said yes.
Clark observed you silently for the most part as you took care of the patients. He was amazed by your kind nature as you cared for those around you. The first time he had really talked to you that day was during your lunch break. You brought him to an empty conference room and talked to him about your job.
You answered all of his questions, but the last thing he expected was for you to ask questions. You asked about the life of a journalist and the people he met as he wrote his stories. He claimed he wasn’t that interesting since he mainly did sports stories, but you claimed that everything in the newspaper was fascinating. That he was a terrific writer who would move up in the journalist world and go on grand adventurers. Clark often tells you that that’s the moment he realized his heart was in your hands.
You met Superman a few months after you began dating Clark. It had been an accident that you had found out the truth. Clark had no intention of revealing it to you, but life works in mysterious ways. You had been on a Mercy Flight helicopter with a critical patient that was being transported to a hospital in Gotham where his heart donor was. No one really knew what had caused the helicopter to fail, but one minute you were up in the air, so close to your destination, and the next minute you were plummeting to certain death.
You had accepted your fate as you got closer to the ground. It may not have been the ideal way to go, but nothing could change what was about to happen. At least that’s what you thought.
Time seemed to stop when the helicopter began to slow down. There had been a loud noise from the side that was closest to the ground before everything stopped. You felt dizzy as you were slowly lowered to the ground. As soon as the helicopter was placed on solid ground, the door was ripped off and Superman stood there with a worried expression.
You questioned how he even knew that your flight was going down, but it didn’t matter. You were alive and needed to tell Clark you were okay. The other doctors had convinced Superman to rush the patient to the hospital, and he complied. What you didn’t expect was for him to return.
“Are you okay?” Superman asked you as he helped you out of the helicopter. You nodded slowly and swayed as you stood outside. As you were about to fall, his strong arms wrapped around you and picked you up.
“She hit her head when we started going down,” one of colleagues told him. “It’s probably a concussion.”
“Is everyone else alright?”
“We’re fine,” the doctor replied. “Just take her home and make sure she rests.”
Superman nodded and took off with you in his arms. You realized that you didn’t tell him where you lived but he was already going in the right direction. You looked up at his face, his familiar eyes and those lips you knew you had kissed.
Clark Kent was Superman.
He had tried to deny it at first. He had flown away as Superman after leaving you in your apartment before returning an hour later as Clark. You had refused to speak to him until he confessed, but he was too stubborn for that. You knew he would reveal himself if you did something stupid.
It wasn’t your brightest idea. You knew it would get him to react, though. He had left your bedroom for a minute to get a glass of water, and when he returned, you were sitting in your window about to let yourself fall. You lived on the top floor and it would be certain death if no one saved you.
He tried to talk you out of it, his heart hammering in his chest as he told you how ridiculous you were being. And then you pushed yourself out. Clark immediately went after you, refusing to let you hit the ground. He had you back in your apartment before anyone had even noticed what happened.
“You can’t tell anyone, Y/N,” he whispered as he set you on your bed. “Knowing this puts you in danger, and I will never forgive myself if you get hurt.”
“Everything will be okay, Clark.”
And so your relationship strengthened as the time went by. That is until the world needed more saving from Superman. The hospital needed you to pick up more shifts. You went from seeing each other all the time to struggling for even a minute with each other. And then Clark started cancelling dates so he could work on stories with Lois Lane.
“Clark?” You whispered as you laid next to him in bed. The sun was just starting to rise and you knew he had only stumbled into your room not even an hour ago.
“Hmmm?” He hummed out in a low voice. You rolled over so you were facing him, his eyes shut and hair a mess.
“Do you want to go out tonight?” You asked nervously. “There’s this movie out that I think we would both really like, and I don’t have to work. I think it would be really fun”
“It sounds nice, Y/N,” he told you as his eyes opened a little. “But I promised Lois I would-”
“It’s fine,” you spoke harshly as you began to get out of bed. “I have to go to work. If you get home before me tonight, don’t wait up.”
“Y/N-” Clark started softly before being cut off by the bathroom door slamming shut. He let out a sad sigh and and reached out to your side of the bed. His face was buried in your pillow and he deeply inhaled the scent he had been missing for months.
Clark waited in your bedroom for you after your shower. When you came out with a towel wrapped around your body and one around your hair, he felt his breath catch in his throat. It had been a while since he had been intimate with you, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. If he didn’t miss you begging for him. If he didn’t miss the way you made him feel.
“Why are you still up? You were out all night and have work in a couple of hours,” you scolded as you searched through your closet for something to wear.
“Can we talk?“ He asked as he sat up. The sheets dropped from his chest, leaving his perfectly sculpted abs in plain sight. You turned to face him and felt your mind become hazy as his perfection distracted you.
“Yeah, of course,” you said nervously as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“Will you come sit next to me?” Clark practically begged. You nodded and walked over to the bed, sitting on your side of the bed and facing him. “Are we okay?”
“Clark…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands as you played with your nails. Clark inhaled sharply, dreading the truth he knew was going to fall from your lips.
“Say that it’s okay, Y/N. I just need to hear you say it.”
“But we’re not,” you told him honestly. His face dropped and he nodded once. “We never see each other anymore. I’m always working and you’re saving the world or working on something with Lois. She sees you more than I do, Clark!”
“I-I’m sorry,” he breathed out.
“Sometimes I tell myself you should just go be with her,” you admitted. Clark immediately felt his eyes fill with tears, his body moving to sit closer to yours.
“You know I love you,” he insisted. He went to tuck a loose strand of hair into your towel , but you flinched away. Clark’s heart broke and he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a small sob. You were the one he had pictured himself with for the rest of his life, the one he had planned on marrying. His dreams were shattered when you refused his touch and mentioned Lois; he knew you hated him. He had failed to balance his superhero life with the love of his life, and he was paying the price.
“I feel like we’re grasping onto something that is falling apart, Clark. I want this to work so badly, but I don’t think I can fix this.”
“Then let me,” he cried softly, his voice cracking as he fought to keep his emotions at bay. “I’ll take some time off from work and try to be home more often. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”
“Don’t take time off, Clark,” you told him. “We just have to be better at balancing everything.”
“I still want to take at least a few days off to make up for everything I’ve put you through lately,” he sniffled. You wiped at your own teary eyes before leaning foward and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Tell me when and I’ll take the time off, too.”
“I love you,” he murmured as he looked at you with so much love it left you breathless. You smiled warmly at him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. His lips molded against yours and you let out a content hum as he let his hands roam across your almost naked. His hands slowly undid your towel, allowing it to fall against the bed before throwing it onto the floor as he laid you down. He pulled away from your lips before taking the one out of your hair and looking deep into your eyes.
“I love you, Clark.”
A smile formed on his face, and then his lips were on yours once again. It was in that moment you realized just how much you had missed him.
I've heard Portugal's singer has heart problems, so he tried not to get TOO excited
he does?? oh god i take that post back
i looked it up and apparently “he has been told that he may not survive unless a heart donor can be found by the end of the year.” now i hope that at least his eurovision win will get him enough spotlight to find a donor
I started as a warrior, maid, consort and then an empress. Because of some evil people, my life in the past was so crazy miserable. So I spent the rest of my life for a big revenge and I did it, but everybody I love died in the end.
The Night Watchman
I can see ghosts and together with my ghostbuster team I’m going to get that scumbag shaman who killed my parents and live happily ever after with my shaman girl.
This is my rough journey to be a Miss Korea back in 1997 with some guidance from my ex-boyfriend. He helped me to become a Miss Korea and I helped him to revive his cosmetic business. In the mean time, waikikiiii~!
Cunning Single Lady
I left my husband when he’s poor. Now that he’s rich, I got him back. But don’t worry, he understands coz I have my own legit situations and reasons to divorce him back then.
A New Leaf
I’m a bad lawyer. But after suffering from amnesia, suddenly I’m turning into a good one. It’s so good to be good.
Fated To Love You
My drink was spiked and I slept with this unattractive girl by accident till she got pregnant. We have our ups and downs but she turns out to be very attractive and my real destiny. HEUHEUHAHAHA…
The Spring Day of My Life
I left my fiance after I got a heart donor from a lady that makes me fall in love with her husband and children. I didn’t make it far but I’m happy and that dude haz to become a widower again. Sorry.
I’m a filthy rich old grandpa who swallowed this piece of meteor by accident and suddenly I get to be young, wild, and ready to love again. But I still find it hard to text with smartphone.
Come! Jang Bo Ri
I was a princess in a legendary hanbok maker house. But then I lost my memories after jumping out of my mom’s car in an accident. My parents then adopted this devil bitch aka my foster sister who insanely turned my life upside down. But I survived and even reunited with my parents and the love of my life.
I’m a hotel general manager. Imma get a revenge to the hotel chairman who I thought was my father, but turns out the vice chairman and the senior manager are my real parents. I get to marry the pretty hotel heiress though.
Hiyori and Yato meet, sort of. Two unfortunate bad days collided, which leaves Hiyori dying and Yato looking for a heart donor. They then start to talk, accidentally falling in love, even though they have a short time to be together. When Yato is suddenly rushed to surgery, Hiyori passes away. When he wakes up, he is told that a heart was donated to him. Curious, he finds out it was the heart of the girl he was falling for. After finding a bucket list Hiyori left behind, Yato goes out to discover more about the girl he barely knew.
Our mothers bumped into each other at the grocery store, “Eomma! Who’s that girl!” a small boy asked in while pointing to y/n.
“Yah! Don’t point! It’s rude Taehyung!” nagged the parent. The boy pouted, he only wanted the answer.
Y/n’s parent bent down to his level, “I’m your mother’s friend, this is y/n, they will be staying at your place for a little bit because I need to do some grown-up things. Is that okay with you?” Taehyung looked up to his mother with a questioning face, she chuckled and nodded. Taehyung sneaked a glance at the shy girl that was hiding behind the unfamiliar adult and held out his hand, smiling as he did so,
New ‘heart-in-a-box’ device revives dead hearts for transplant
The “heart in a box” is a wheeled cart with an oxygen supply, a sterile chamber, and tubing to clamp onto a donor heart and keep it fed with blood and nutrients. Doctors say it may extend the time a heart can last outside the body and is letting them recover hearts from donors who haven’t been eligible before.
The $250,000 device was developed by Transmedics, an Andover, Massachusetts-based company.
Note: A huge thank you to everyone who liked/shared part one! And those of you who requested a second part, this is for you- you beautiful people:) Thanks for the encouragement and time spent reading. If you’d like me to continue, drop me a line! Lots of love!!!! XOXO
Reader and the Winchester brothers are heading back home when Y/N doesn’t feel well.
Characters: Dean x Y/N, Sam and Bobby
Warning: mentions of death/dying, illness.
Word Count: 1860
A beeping monitor to my left is keeping time with my heart beat. There’s a nurse fiddling with my IV, a smile pasted to her face. The open door to the hallway is my only other connection with the outside world. I sigh heavily, causing the machine’s beeping to intensify, then slow again. I’m about to go crazy.
Since I have woken up this morning, it has been one test after another, after another. My right arm is swollen and bruised from having blood drawn, and my back is killing me from lying on this stupid hospital bed.
“When can I talk to the doctor?” I ask, for the hundredth time.
“He’ll be by to talk to you shortly. Now, can I get you anything?”
Besides some clothes and a release form? “Can I see my boyfriend now?”
The nurse shakes her head and writes on my chart. “The doctor wants you to stay quiet and not get too excited. I’ve been keeping him updated, though.” She gives me a genuine smile. “Quite the boyfriend you’ve got. You’re very lucky.”
Yes, I am. And you’d better stay away from him or I will hunt you down. “Yeah, he’s great.” I stifle another sigh as the nurse leaves. There is literally nothing to do. My cell has been confiscated and someone has left the TV remote out of my reach.
In my head, I keep replaying what happened last night. The last thing I remember was seeing Dean running towards me as I collapsed. Then I blacked out. I came to around four or five this morning. Since then, it’s been only doctors and nurses.
I ache to see Dean. To have him take me in his arms and help me forget all of this. I just want things to go back to the way they were.
A knock on the open door brings my attention around and there’s my uncle Bobby. His baseball cap, beard, and plaid overshirt bring sudden tears to my eyes. He grins as he closes the distance between us and wraps me in a bear hug.
“Hey there, Muffin.” His beard tickles my cheek as he gives me a light peck.
“Bobby, what are you doing here? Did the boys-”
“Don’t go blamin’ the boys.” Bobby sits down on the edge of the bed. “The hospital called me. Said I was the only one listed under your emergency contacts.”
Been meaning to update that. “How come they let you in?”
“Once I talked to that thick-brained nurse and told her we’re family, she stepped aside.” Bobby chuckles. “Sam has his hands full keeping Dean under control. He might need to be sedated if they don’t let him see you soon.”
“Not that I’m not glad to see you, but you really didn’t need to come down here.”
“Sure, ‘cause you being laid up in a hospital isn’t reason enough.” Bobby shakes his head at me. “What have you gotten into this time?”
“Excuse me? Y/N?” The doctor is standing outside the door. Bobby stands so the man can approach the bed. “I have your results.”
“Finally.” I sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Would you like to discuss this in private? Or….?” The doctor casts a glance at Bobby.
“He’s my uncle. You can say anything in front of him.”
“Alright then.” The doctor flips through a chart, then sets it aside. “So, your blood work came back as normal. Brain function is good. The only problem is your heart.”
At the mention of it, my heart begins to beat faster. Fear wells up in me like a bubble of air rising to the surface. I unconsciously place a hand on my chest. I can feel the raised scar that runs down my chest through the hospital gown.
“You had a heart transplant when you were eight years old, is that correct?”
I nod. I can still remember every moment of that horrible time. I’m still taking medication to keep my body from rejecting my donor heart.
“You’ve suffered from congenital heart disease. It’s not entirely uncommon for the transplanted heart to show signs of failure as well. In your case, your body hasn’t rejected this heart. It’s simply suffering failure as your previous one did.”
“Then you can give her another.” Bobby didn’t ask, but stated. “It worked before.”
“That is definitely an option, and one that we will pursue. But until a heart can be found, your current one will only continue to fail. And it’s degressing rapidly.”
My mouth is dry and I cannot for the life of me speak. I look up at Bobby, who’s eyes are trained on the doctor.
“What can we do till she can get another one?”
The doctor sighs. I’m having a hard time hating him because he looks genuinely upset. “She doesn’t have much time. A couple of months, maybe less. The point is, finding a new heart takes time. And time-”
“Is something I don’t have.” I finish in a whisper.
Dean glances at his watch again, even though the one on the wall is on time. Bobby had shown up about thirty minutes ago. Why hasn’t he come back? Why hasn’t there been any news? And why can’t he go see Y/N?
“Here.” Dean looks up to see Sam standing in front of him, holding out a paper cup of coffee. He accepts it and blows on the steaming liquid. It’s been a long night and there’s denying that he’s exhausted. But he can’t leave. Not while knowing that something must be wrong.
The nurse behind the desk shoots Dean another smile. He tries to conjure one up in return, but it comes across as a pained expression.
“How long’s it been?” Sam asks as he settles back down in the seat next to Dean.
“Over thirty minutes. This is driving me crazy, man.”
“I know. But at least she’s alive.”
Dean shakes his head. “Something’s going on, Sammy. I don’t like it.”
“Sam, Dean,” Bobby’s voice brings their attention to the hall. They jump up in unison and hurry to him.
“How is she? Can I see her?” Dean is practically pushing past the older man, but Bobby lays a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Easy there, cowboy. Let’s have us a chat first before you go barrelling in there.” Bobby steers them back to the waiting area and has to force Dean into a chair. He moves another over so he’s facing them.
“Bobby, you gotta talk to me.” Dean pleads. He cannot stand another minute of this.
“Alright, son. Y/N is doin’ okay now. They’ve got her stable and she’s starting to feel like herself again. The doctor just got done talking with us and,” Bobby pauses and lays a hand on each of the brothers’ knee. “he had bad news.”
Dean feels like someone’s kicked him in the stomach. His body goes still as he stares at Bobby, his brain trying to register what he’s saying. Y/N in heart failure? How? Why?
Sam clears his throat, but it doesn’t help with the crack in his voice, “What- what can they do?”
“They’re gonna try for another transplant. But like the doc said, time’s runnin’ out.” Bobby gives Dean’s knee a fatherly pat. “There’s a chance, though. We gotta do everything we can to help her make it till they get a donor.”
Dean turns his head so he won’t see Sam and Bobby’s concerned looks. Sam is forever trying to make him deal with his emotions. The last thing he wants now is a cry fest with little bro. And Bobby, well, he’s hurting just as much as Dean is right now. He’s the one who’s raised Y/N since she ran away from home. He’s been her only family until he and Sam came along.
“Doc says you can see her now.” Bobby says quietly. “I know she wants to see you.”
“Yeah, I- um, better go.” Dean rises and walks down the hall. Part of him isn’t ready to face Y/N. He can barely keep it together. The other part is dying to take her in his arms and comfort her. Tell her everything will be okay.
Around a corner and away from prying eyes, Dean leans his forehead against a white wall. What he wants to do is punch a hole through it. But he keeps his emotions down to a haggard sigh, then continues on.
The door is ajar and Dean steps up to it, peering through. Y/N’s lying on the hospital bed, head turned toward the window. He enters and walks halfway across the room before stopping.
She isn’t aware of him yet. Her gaze is focused on a cloud floating by in the sky beyond. All around her, machines are beeping steadily and in perfect rhythm. A nearby monitor is keeping track of her heartbeat. Her skin is almost as white as the sheets beneath her and with dark circles beneath her eyes. A single tear trickles down her cheek to fall onto her hospital gown.
Dean’s heart breaks for her. She’s scared of what’s happening too. Knowing her, she’ll try to battle through it on her own, like right now. But she’s gonna need him. Someone to lean on. Someone strong to carry her. He’s not sure he’s strong enough, but if his love is worth anything, it’ll be enough.
“Hey, baby.” Dean says softly, not wanting to scare her.
Y/N turns at the sound of his voice, hastily wiping away the tear stain. “Hey, Dean. They finally let you in.”
“Well, you know, I found a way past them.” Dean tries to find hope in her small smile, but she’s too pale. Too fragile looking. Overnight, she’d changed. “How you feeling?” Stupid question.
“Like someone who’s had a heart attack, I guess?” Y/N shrugs. “Ready to get out of here, though. These vampires have bled me dry and I think my back’s broken from this bed.”
Dean releases a short chuckle, but there’s no humor in it. “Want me and Sam to waste them?”
“Only if they refuse my release.” Y/N’s smile fades and she brushes back her hair. “Did Bobby tell you?”
About your dying? Yeah. “He told us what the doctor said.” Don’t you think for one minute about giving me that whole ‘I’ve always loved’ and ‘you need to move on’ speech.
“Good.” She forces a smile and nods. Her eyes are shining with tears and her chin begins to tremble. Dean can’t take it anymore. He closes the distance and gets on the bed beside her. With great care, he takes Y/N in his arms and holds her close. She clutches handfuls of his shirt and buries her face in his shoulder.
“It’s gonna be okay, baby.” Dean whispers into her hair. “We’re gonna beat this, I promise. If it’s the last thing I do, we’ll get through this.”