Jake, put pressure in the wound to keep him from bleeding out! Do you have your phone, call an ambulance! The others are on their way. Keep Rich awake and keep him sitting up so his lungs won't fill with fluid! Most of all KEEP CALM!
Jake: I’m inside, turns out all Rich’s dad needs to drop like bricks is a hit to the nose.
Jake breaks down the door to Rich’s room and is mortified at what he sees. Empty beer cans and bottles of vodka litter the floor, there is a bucket full of bottle caps. Rich’s meds are empty and dusty, they haven’t been refilled since tenth grade. Blood coats glass shards that are scattered on the floor, which is solid concrete.
Perhaps the most horrifying part, Rich is on the floor, blood pouring out of his arm. His chest his moving - he’s breathing. But as Jake goes to touch him, his body is cold. Jake follows instructions, quickly rushing to get toilet paper. He presses it to the wound and keeps it from spilling anymore blood. Rich is barely awake, rambling nonsense. He’s finally able to look up as Jake dials 911.
Rich: Well.. t-this is certainly not how I envisioned h.. how I-I’d be confessing..
The Very Long Informative Post About My Top Surgery
Being prepared for surgery is the best way to reduce your stress going into something like this. When I was younger I read so much content on this website about other people’s experiences so I could be emotionally and practically prepared. I tend to worry a lot about things and details have always eased those anxieties. It’s my hope that my followers can learn a little from my experience and have a better concept of what will go into their own surgery if that’s what they want. I’ve bolded bits I consider super important if you are skimming through. Or if you want read the whole thing! Text and photos under the cut.
It has been an
incredibly long week. You have been
stressed to the maximum, racing around the ship, trying to fix little technical
problems that seemed to be springing up faster than normal. This is horrible timing, as three of your
department crew are confined to their quarters with some kind of severe flu, so
their workload has fallen mostly on your shoulders along with just two
others. The three of you have been run
ragged, so when it was announced that the ship would soon be docking at
Yorktown for supplies and a chance to leave the ship for a few days, you were
“Y/N,” Jim said, grabbing your attention as you passed him in the hallway. You rolled your eyes and situated your papers in your arms. You were on your way back to Med Bay, to deliver the files that Dr. McCoy had asked for.
“Yes, sir?” you asked, stopping in your spot.
“Walk with me?” he asked.
“Well, I was actually heading- Okay,” you said as Jim continued to walk. You jogged a little bit to catch up with him, and once you did, he began talking.
“Are you close with Bones, Y/N?” Jim asked.
“Uh, no, not particularly. Why?”
“Oh, well, it’s mostly nothing. I just feel like there’s something that he’s hiding from me.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. You two seem very close.”
“Yes, but he’s always been quiet about his love life, which admittedly, he has never had much of, but lately he’s been more secretive. I think he has someone in his life.”
“Well, sir, I’m not sure what to say, but this feels a little innap-”
“Would you help me spy on him?”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s really part of my job,” you said, smacking his arm playfully with your papers.
“You work for intelligence, why would this be any different?” You sighed, and struggled to come up with another excuse. Jim smiled at you and patted your shoulder.
“Great. I’ll see you tonight. Meet me at eight?”
“I kind of have plans,” you said quietly, but Jim was already walking away. You groaned, thinking that you needed to become more assertive. You turned around and walked back towards Med Bay.
Once you got there, you set the paperwork in the bin, and noticed Dr. McCoy across the room. He looked up from his patients, and a rare smile spread across his face. He said something to the nurse next to him, and made his way over to you.
“Hello,” he said, a small smirk on his face.
“Hey, can we talk?” He nodded, and put a hand on your back as he led you into his office.
“I have to cancel our dinner plans tonight. And maybe all plans until forever.” Leonard laughed and shook his head as he leaned up against his desk.
“What are you talking about?”
“Jim knows that you’re in a relationship. He wants me to help spy on you tonight.” Leonard sighed and dropped his face in his hand. “I thought we were so careful.”
“We were. Jim just, unfortunately, knows me too well.” You smiled and crossed your arms. “So, we cancel plans for tonight, and we should be in the clear.”
“Even if we do cancel plans, and Jim finds nothing, he’ll still keep looking.” You walked up to him and put your hands on his chest. He looked up at you and grabbed onto your waist. “Can’t we just tell Jim?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You groaned and backed up. Leonard looked up at you with disappointment.
“Fine, but I had really great plans for us tonight, and now I’m going to have to do all of that with Jim.” Leonard cocked an eyebrow up at you and you rolled your eyes. “Well, I’m not gonna have sex with Jim, but I’m not gonna with you either!” you yelled, and walked out of his office.
Around eight o’clock that night, you met Jim in the empty hallway outside of Med Bay. You were still wearing your red shirt, which Jim said was not undercover clothing. Although you argued that looking normal was more undercover than dressing all in black like Jim was.
“So are we just gonna wait outside Med Bay all night?” you asked. “He probably already went home.”
“Well let’s find out.” He pushed opened the doors of Med Bay dramatically, and two of the nurses looked up at him in confusion. “Sorry, guys.” He walked through, and kicked open the door to Leonard’s office.
“Jim, Christ!” Leonard said, looking up at you two. “What are you doing?”
“Just came to see what was going on,” he said, looking around the room, as if he was going to find someone hiding behind the ugly, plastic plant.
“Working. Actually,” he said, looking at his watch, “I’m going home in a few minutes.”
“Do you have any plans tonight?”
“No,” Leonard said, looking up at Jim. “Why?”
“Just curious. So if you don’t have any plans tonight, can Y/N and I hang out with you?”
“Jim,” you muttered, but he ignored you.
“Um, I guess.” He finished up a few things, while you tried to get Jim to change his mind. Although, a few minutes later, you walked with Leonard to his apartment. As he unlocked the door, Jim walked in first, and began to search the room. Leonard looked over at you and you rolled your eyes.
“Uh, can I make you guys anything?” Leonard asked. You shook your head, as Jim started talking.
“Yeah. Well, whatever you were going to make is fine.”
“I was gonna make a pasta that my family used to always make, I already programmed it. It’s got marinara and-”
“That’s my favorite,” you said. Leonard smiled softly, but then dropped it to look over at Jim.
“Great,” Jim said obliviously, still searching the apartment. “Mind if I use your bathroom?”
“That’s fine.” As he walked away, you went to Leonard’s side. “So this is going awfully.”
“Yes, it is.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for cooking for me.”
“Well, well, well,” Jim said, walking back into the kitchen. “Everything seems normal. So far.”
“Great,” Leonard said, smiling. “So are you going to leave now?”
“So your mysterious date can show up? No way. We’re staying here all night.” You rolled your eyes and fell down in one of the bar stools. Jim sat down next to you, and kept looking over at the door, expecting someone to walk in. Leonard served you dinner, and casually tried to make conversation with you.
“So how was your day?”
“Oh, pretty good. Except my captain dragged me around all night so he could stalk his friend.”
“My day was pretty good, too,” Jim said, “My friends talked about me in front of me, and didn’t think I would notice.” You snorted and kept eating your pasta, stealing longing looks at Leonard.
You started to take everyone’s plate and clean up. Leonard came up next to you and helped clean, while Jim went into the bathroom.
“Well, what should the three of us do for the rest of the night?”
“I’d sort of like to die,” you said, laughing. “I think he’s gonna make us spend the night.”
“I think you’re right.”
“So what are we thinking? A movie before bed?” Jim asked, frightening you both. You spun around and smiled at Jim.
“Sounds good to me.”
“We should watch Lord of the Rings,” Leonard said. You looked up at him and he discreetly winked at you.
“Sure.” Jim walked into the living room, and as you started to follow, Leonard held you back.
“Lord of the Rings always makes him sleepy. He can’t handle watching classic movies.”
“So, what, when he falls asleep we can sneak into your bedroom?”
“As much as I’d like that, we shouldn’t risk it.”
“Are you guys coming?” Jim called. You rolled your eyes, and gave Leonard’s hand a squeeze. You sat down on the couch, and Leonard sat next to you. Jim then jumped up, and sat on the other side of you.
“So what one are we watching?” you asked.
“Two Towers,” Jim said, starting the movie.
“My favorite,” Leonard said. You sighed, and leaned to the side a little bit, so that your shoulder was against Leonard’s shoulder. Nearly twenty minutes into the movie, Jim was snoring. You looked up at Leonard and he smiled.
Moving carefully, you scooted closer to him, and took his hand. He kissed the top of your head as you rested your head on his shoulder. After another ten minutes of making sure that Jim was really asleep, you and Leonard started kissing heavily.
“This has gotta be our worst date,” you said, pulling away or a minute.
“Well, at least he’s asleep.”
When Leonard woke up the next morning, he woke up face to face with Jim. He yelled a little and rolled onto his back. Jim woke up, and turned away from Leonard.
“What time is it?” he asked. Leonard sat up on the couch, and looked over at the clock on his side table.
“Five in the morning,” he said groggily.
“I put her in my bed,” Leonard replied.
“So, you aren’t dating anyone.” Leonard shrugged and stood up. “Sorry for barging in on your night.”
“Tell Y/N I’m sorry too.” Leonard raised an eyebrow and looked at Jim in confusion. “Bones, I’m not completely stupid.”
“I don’t know what-”
“I know you’ve been seeing someone. And it wasn’t until last night that I realized that it was Y/N.” Leonard didn’t say anything, but watched Jim carefully. “You made one of her favorite meals, you two know everything about each other, she washed your dishes, come on Bones.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. I just make really good food. It’s everybody’s favorite.” Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Come on, just confess.”
“You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess. I swear, there is nothing-”
“You put her in your own bed. You are the crankiest person I know, and you love your bed.”
“It’s called being a gentleman.”
“Fine, well if you’re gonna deny it, I’ll just have to leak it to Starfleet. Your career is done, I hope you saved some money for your daughter.”
“Money for my daughter? Jim, you don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear, I am not seeing Y/N.”
“Alright, enough of this,” he said, standing up. “I was awake last night. I saw you two making out.” Leonard opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself.
“You know,” he said, sitting back down.
“I know,” Jim said, nodding. “You wanna tell me how it happened?”
“We started dating a while ago. We hooked up after your birthday party, actually. She courted me, and escorted me to bed,” he said, smiling. “We didn’t mean to keep it secret for this long, but it kind of just kept going and no time seemed appropriate. I”m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I am sorry I ruined your date night. I’ll get out of your hair. You’ve got a few hours before work, why don’t you spend it without me in the way.”
“Thanks, Jim,” he said, as Jim stood up. Leonard stood up and made his way towards his bedroom. Jim winked at him as he opened the door, and once it shut, Leonard opened the door to his room. You were still asleep, and he crawled into bed with you.
His weight moved the bed, and you woke up as you rolled towards him. He smiled at you, and you smiled sleepily. Although, a second later you pushed away from him.
“Jim’s gone,” he said. You nodded and rolled back towards him, putting your head on his chest. “And he knows.”
“How?” you asked, popping your head up.
“It’s a long story. But, I think he’s okay with it.”
“So no more sneaking around?”
“I don’t think so,” he said. You sighed and leaned against his chest again, as he kissed your forehead.
“Well that takes the fun out of it.”
“It’s still a secret right now,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him and kissed him. He grabbed your waist, and rolled you on top of him. “This might be a bad time to tell you, but I love you.” You smiled and laced both of your hands in his.
Hey, it’s me, Mylo.. And I’m finally post op y'all!!
I had surgery yesterday (August 4th) around 2pm with Dr. Jeffrey Rockmore in Albany, NY.
I can’t even believe this is real 😮 I mean I literally can’t believe it.. I can’t see under my bandages so I’m pretty convinced there’s still something under there. But my drains are due to come out on Thursday the 10th, so we’ll see what’s going on then!
When I’m not falling asleep, emptying drains, or taking meds, I’m trying to update as much as possible in my blog, so come join me for that. Questions are totally welcome :) @phaymos
Congrats!! You look amazing. Happy healing! -jonah
Junkrat, Lucio, and McCree's reaction to their so coming home with cuts and bruises because they got into a fight? (They won btw) I really love your writing! :>
Admin Ling here. Yes, I know the irony of annoying Queen to add me just to go AWOL myself, but real life sucker punched me so I’m v sorry about that. Okay so here we go:
Confused at first before he starts panicking - you’re hurt oh my god was it his fault? did he leave an experiments around???
You give him the story and grin as you tell it, bright and ferocious and proud and if he wasn’t already gone on you already, he would have fallen in love right there and then
As it is, he gives you a solid kiss to reward you and then takes advantage of your initial surprise to scoop you up and bring you to the med bay
He’d like you fix you up himself, but he’s never quite had a gentle touch - despite what you say otherwise
Demands a play by play report as you two sit in the med bay (Mercy sighing in the background), reacting to each hit and dodge well, explosively
By the end he’s ready to hunt down the person who hurt you just because, and it takes your vice grip around him and Mercy’s Healer Glare Extraordinaire™ to make him sit down again
As you rest in the med bay, he stays right by your side and nearly on the bed itself - silently vowing to not let this happen to you ever again
He takes one glance at your bruises and is immediately sitting you down and pulling out a med kit to patch you up
It’s partly to make sure the job’s done right by him and also to take the opportunity to lecture you about how dangerous things are out there and babe you’ve got to stop being so reckless, you’re going to get yourself killed
But his hands are trembling as he speaks and you take the berating silently despite the rage simmering in your bones because you know that he needs this
He listens quietly as you recount what happened and while he’s ready to lecture you again, seeing the thrilled expression on your face - of your victory - makes his rage cool somewhat
He’s tempted as hell to go out and find the people who did this, to make them regret hurting you despite the fact you’ve won, and only your exhausted state stops him from doing so
He makes sure to feed you and tuck you into bed before curling up right beside you, taking comfort in your body heat right by him
He kisses you goodnight and promises to protect you and you fall asleep with his arms around you
This man’s timing is the absolute worst because he’s the one who sees and stops the fight - it’s a shadowed area and McCree gives them their warning in the slow, Southern drawl only an idiot would ignore
One guy, evidently already beaten and on the ground, scrambles to his feet and runs away at the sight of him, but one stands defiant and he’s impressed … until you step out of the shadows and he flips
He’s by your side immediately, taking stock of your injuries with his hands and eyes and asking where it hurts: can you see straight? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?
You hush him, saying you had it all under control and that you’re completely find. He gives you a solemn nod and then has the absolute nerve to pick you up with one arm!!! (It’s not hot, you scold your libido)
He sprints all the way to the Overwatch HQ and barrels in, shouting for a medic and now everyone else flips out
Okay so you may not be an elite Overwatch front liner but you can hold yourself in a fight goddamn why is everyone such fussy grandmas here?
Mercy sentences you to a night in the med bay and you’re irritated and say as much to McCree sitting by your bedside. He gives a lascivious grin, comments on how empty the med bay is, and says a full body inspection may be necessary. You find that you’re not all too irritate with him anymore.
Imagine having little scratches and bruises all over your face, neck and arms and Skye “patching” them up with colorful plasters which end up making you look like a christmas tree. You both end up laughing and having fun while she does it
Requested by Anon | Gif not mine | Fic submitted by thekaitj
“You should really let me look at that, Y/N.” Skye smiles, gesturing to all of the small cuts and bruises you managed to acquire on the latest mission. “Simmons is busy with Hunter, but she said those cuts should be cleaned.”
You sigh, really just wanting to go to sleep. “Fine.” You let Skye
lead you over to one of the empty med bays, and you sit on the bed.
“I have good news and bad news.” Skye says. “Good news is, I found
the plasters. Bad news is they’re all neon colored.“ She sits down in
front of you and she starts with the cuts on your face.
You flinch when she dabs at the first cut, "Ouch! That stings.”
“You are such a baby.” She teases. She quickly cleans the cuts
and begins to apply the plasters to your face. She sits back to admire
her work. Skye chuckles before going back to work on your arms.
“What’s so funny?” You ask.
“You should look in a mirror.” Hunter teases from across the way.
You grab your phone and flip the camera so you can see your face.
It’s almost completely covered in different neon colored plasters. “I
look like a Christmas tree!” You laugh as Skye repeats the process on
both of your arms. “Now the look is complete.” You giggle.
“It’s Christmas in July.” Skye smiles.
“Oh yeah? If it’s Christmas in July, where’s my present?” You stick
out your tongue at Skye and get comfortable while for Simmons to finish
up with Hunter.
Spell capsules! Was really inspired by @da-at-ass post about trash witchcraft for these!
Been having a rough time at home lately so wanted a small strength and protection charm.
I was looking at bottle caps but then I spotted my empty meds packet! Much better association for me! Mine are labelled with days as well so I chose Tuesday to link with Mars and strength.
Then just a pinch of dirt from where I feel safe, basil, parsley and paprika. Sealed with wax from my altar candle.
Nothing but good things been happening since I made it!
Can be used to make any kind of charm that could do with a little boost of protection and healing. 💖
The winter solstice comes, their fifth one since the established peace, and as usual it is celebrated with loads of moonshine and general debauchery. Clarke and Bellamy try to drink Raven under the table, and fail, as usual. They end up falling over themselves trying to get back to their cabin, and the door is barely shut behind her before Clarke is pressed against it, Bellamy’s breath hot on the back of her neck and his hands already working to remove her layers of furs.
She comes down with the flu a few weeks later, only this one doesn’t pass after a few days. When the test results confirm her self diagnosis, she is surprised that she doesn’t panic. But at twenty-five, she is far from the girl she was when she first landed nearly eight years ago. Her people are at peace. They have enough to eat and a safe place to live and she’ll be damned if she didn’t believe that Bellamy would be the world’s best father.
So when she tells him that night, and his hands shake as they caress her still-flat stomach, she pretends not to notice the stray tears that fall from his eyes onto her skin. He presses his lips to her stomach reverently, whispering words of love to their baby that’s about the size of a bean.
I’ve came down with a very intense Zankie obsession in the past week and I desperately needed to write fic to fill in spaces I wanted filled. I really wanted to get it posted before the finale so here is a very quickly put together one shot fix it fic from the jury house.