hospital news

theguardian.com
NHS hospitals across England hit by large-scale cyber-attack
Many hospitals having to divert emergency patients, with doctors reporting messages demanding money
By Alexandra Topping

Today (12/05/17), NHS computer systems in several hospitals have been hacked, forcing entire hospitls to shut down all their systems and driving already struggling hospitals into crisis.

If you do this, then you are the textbook definition of a ‘terrible person’. Instead of using your talents for good, or pointless glory, you’ve decided to attack hospitals. The places people go when they are sick, or dying. You actively compromised emergency care for thousads upon thousands of people. Where doctors and ures are already stuggling to keep people safe and look after patients, you have mae their job much harder and put their patients at risk.

This is affecting real people, people I know. People whose personal details are now also compromised because they work for these hospitals. This is very real, and it may well be having ery serious implications for the patients being cared for at affected hospitals. If you bring down a company, you affect profits but life goes on. If you bring down a hospital, people could die.

If you can’t help save lives, the very least you could do is not get in the bloody way of those of us who do. Yes, I’m absolutely livid. I don’t care if you thought it woul be funny. I don’t are if you wanted to make a point. I dont’t care if you thought the information would be lucrative.

If you are ever involved in something like this, then you have blood on your hands, and there is never any possible justification for this kind of behaviour.


How U.S. Health Care Became Big Business

Health care is a trillion-dollar industry in America, but are we getting what we pay for? Journalist Dr. Elisabeth Rosenthal warns that the existing system too often focuses on financial incentives over health or science.

“We’ve trusted a lot of our health care to for-profit businesses and it’s their job, frankly, to make profit,” Rosenthal says. “You can’ t expect them to act like Mother Teresas.”

Rosenthal’s new book, An American Sickness, examines the deeply rooted problems of the existing health-care system and also offers suggestions for a way forward. She notes that under the current system, it’s far more lucrative to provide a lifetime of treatments instead of a cure.

“One expert in the book joked to me … that if we relied on the current medical market to deal with polio, we would never have a polio vaccine,” Rosenthal says. “Instead we would have iron lungs in seven colors with iPhone apps." 

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Health advocacy groups slam Trumpcare changes

  • House Republicans officially released an amendment to their Affordable Care Act repeal bill on Thursday and it’s already being panned by advocacy groups like the American Hospital Association (AHA)
  • The AHA said it “would dramatically worsen” the original bill.
  • The amendment, drafted by Rep. Tom MacArthur (R-N.J.), is a revised version of the GOP’s American Health Care Act, the Republican health care plan that failed to passthe House in March.
  • The proposed changes allow insurers to waive popular provisions of the ACA — including “essential health benefits” such as prescription drugs and hospitalization — while also allowing insurance companies to charge sick Americans more for coverage. 
  • House Republicans, however, exempted members of Congress and their staff from being impacted by those changes, Vox reported Tuesday.
  • For that reason, major organizations — from the American Medical Association to the Catholic Health Association — have come out strongly against the changes, which they say make the GOP’s ACA repeal bill worse. Read more (4/27/17 2:20 PM)

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Imagine a reverse calzona bar bathroom kiss. Like this time it's Callie kissing Arizona confessing how she doesn't want to be with anybody else but Arizona

“Hey…peds, right?”

The voice was unmistakeable, its low, soft timbre reaching Arizona’s ears and wrapping around her like a warm hug. She didn’t have to glance up in the dingy mirror to know who owned that voice – she’d know it anywhere – but she did, thumb wiping at a stray tear that threatened to ruin her mascara.

“Hey.”

The surprise was evident in the flash of blue Callie managed to see in the dim light, but Arizona didn’t turn around, carefully wiping at her other eye as she braced a hand on the sink and let out a heavy sigh.

It had been a hell of a day. Night, day – to be honest Arizona was hardly sure which it was anymore. She’d spent all night in a fire-ravaged hospital consumed by chaos and fear, and then Eliza had walked out of her life before noon today, leaving without so much as a goodbye. And it wasn’t that she was sad – she wasn’t crying over the loss of what could only be described as a fling – but she’d simply wanted an evening of normalcy, an evening of fun and lightheartedness after the previous night’s tragedy, and sitting at the bar alone with her thoughts had proved to be anything but.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m fine.”

The blonde turned around, a surprised smile tugging at her lips despite the obvious stress colouring her eyes, and she leaned back against the small sink as Callie took a step closer.

“What are you…I just – what are you doing here, Callie? Where’s Sofia?”

“She’s ok, don’t worry. I…saw the hospital on the news. We got the first flight out.”

Callie took another step closer, her heart hammering in her chest at the simple feeling of being in proximity to her ex-wife. She was relieved; she was so, so happy to see her safe and whole and unscathed. She’d been terrified at the news of the hospital explosion – utterly and completely consumed by fear – and she’d known without a doubt that what she’d spent the last few months thinking about was true.

“You could have just called.”

“I had to see you.”

Her voice dropped to an even softer register, and the brunette took a chance, raising her hand to brush ever so lightly through the blonde hair that fell along Arizona’s shoulder. She tucked it gently behind the smaller woman’s ear, her fingers trailing along the curve of her jaw, and blue eyes immediately flickered up to meet hers in surprise and confusion.

“Arizona…”

Arizona’s eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, the familiar touch like electricity sparking down her spine; the simple gesture almost washing away the exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours. It wasn’t the touch of an ex-wife, or even of a concerned friend. There was an unmistakable intimacy in the soft, reverent way those fingers had trailed along Arizona’s skin, and her heart clenched in her chest at the emotion that suddenly flooded through her, her voice barely a whisper as she opened her eyes again to meet the gaze of the woman in front of her.

“Why are you here, Callie?”

Callie moved closer, her hand lifting again to cradle Arizona’s face and her lips brushing ever so lightly against the ones beneath them, and her reply came almost as softly, but confident, sure in its delivery. It echoed of another time, but it was very much here, right now. It was real, and both of them could feel it.

“I think you know.”

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Auston Matthews - One Big Happy Family

“Hiii! Could you please do an Auston Matthews pregnancy imagine. Thaaaank you” - @jessicaa1994

Okay I got really into this and I hope you like it!

Word count: 1342
Warnings: none.
it’s basically all fluff.

_X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_

Being in a doctor’s office always made you nervous. Your period was very irregular and you wanted to see what you could do about it. The last thing you expected to hear was that you are already three months pregnant. It wasn’t unusual for you to go a couple months without your period so you didn’t think anything of it.
“We’re going to transfer you to a different room so we can do an ultrasound.” The doctor said.
“Can I call my boyfriend first? I think he should be here for this.” You say, still shocked at the events that have unfolded within this doctor’s visit.
The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hey, babe. How did the check-up go?”
“Uhm, you need to come to the hospital. There’s news you need to be here for.”
“I’m on my way.”

He was there within 5 minutes. You were barely getting set up in your new room when he appeared in the doorway. The floor specialty and the equipment in the room was a dead giveaway of what the news could be.
“Hey,” he said, out of breath.
“Hey,” you smiled at him. He stood beside your bed and gave you a kiss.

Once the image of the baby appeared on the screen, Auston began to cry.
“We’re really having a baby.” He said, wiping away his tears. He was holding your hand and squeezing it.
The doctor left you two to talk.
“I had no idea or I would’ve taken a test sooner.” You tell him.
“It doesn’t even matter. I’m just so happy that it’s happening.” He smiled down at you.

You two had never actually talked about kids or having a family yet. There was always small talk about a house and marriage but, kids were never a highlight of any discussion. Back at his apartment, while cuddling with him on the couch, you began to wonder how much this was going to change everything.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?” You asked Auston. He looked concentrated on coming up with an answer. Then he began to rub your belly.
“I think I want a little girl. I loved having little sisters. I think I’d do pretty good having a baby girl.” He finally answered.

The day of her birth came and it was all sorts of hectic. Auston had a home game when your water broke at your apartment. Auston’s parents had been staying with you all week in anticipation of your baby’s arrival. His dad was at the game so they could easily be in contact with Auston as his mom took you to the hospital.
“Breathe, honey.” Ema told you, while trying to breathe at a pace you could keep up with.
You were being wheelchaired into the hospital that you were set up to deliver at. It was only a few blocks from the ACC.
“Where’s Auston?” You asked as you were given a room and they were setting you up for delivery.
“Brian and Auston are on their way.” Ema reassured you.
The doctor and nurses were encouraging you to push but you didn’t, you couldn’t, do it without Auston by your side. You began crying out of frustration.
“Ema, please wait in the hallway until Auston gets here. I need him here as soon as possible.” You cried out.
Ema was quick to leave the room while nurses continued to encourage you to push.
It felt like an eternity but you finally heard running down the hallways and Auston burst into the room still in most of his gear. It was like a weight lifted off your shoulders as soon as he entered the room.
“You got this babe.” Auston said, by your side, holding your hand and occasionally giving you kisses on the head for encouragement. Auston was all the encouragement you needed to make it through the rest of the labor.
Your daughter was born healthy and already with a head full of hair. You were the first to hold her and the nurses were quick to give Auston a robe and gloves to hold the baby. Since it wasn’t ideal that he was still in hockey gear covered in sweat.
Your little family was given an hour of alone time and it felt like a lifetime. Everything changed so fast. During your skin-to-skin session with your daughter, Auston got washed up and changed so he could hold her properly.
“She’s so tiny.” He said in awe. You couldn’t stop smiling at both of them.
“Do you want to hold her?” You asked him. His eyes filled with fear.
“How do I do it?” He asked. You scooted over on your bed so he could prop himself beside you. You gently handed her off to Auston.
“Hi, little baby. I’m your daddy.” He told her. She was squirming a little but her eyes were closed.
“I can’t believe we made a baby.” He said, resting his head on yours.
“I can’t believe we are parents.” You whispered. His eyes got wide again.
“I’m a Dad.” He whispered.
“You’re a daddy.” You chuckled.

Hours had past and family had come and gone. You were both getting more comfortable with holding your newborn as well as letting others. Finally, Willy and Mitch came to visit. They were the two teammates you wanted to see the most.
“we got a new little player?” Willy asked.
“She might need to learn to walk first before we put her out on the ice.” You laughed.
“Thank goodness she looks like you (y/n).” Mitch chimed in. Auston gave him a glare but then shrugged in agreement.
“Can I hold her?” Mitch asked sheepishly, “I know how to hold babies real well!”
You handed her off to him and he was so carefully rocking her back and forth.
“What’s her name?” Willy asked. You and Auston looked at each other, then, in unison, “Nylah Michelle Matthews.”
“Is that, is that after us?” Mitch pieced together. You nodded. Willy did a victory dance.
“This is the coolest thing ever!” Willy squealed. They both took turned being in awe over her.
“Hey, babe.” Auston scooted himself close to you in the bed.
“Mhm?” You asked.
“Since the baby is finally in someone else’s hands,” he said, grabbing your hands in his, “and since everything is absolutely perfect.” He paused and took a second to look deep into your eyes while stroking your face.
“Would you do me the honor, of sharing the same last name as me and Nylah?” He pulled a ring out of his pocket and held it in front of you. You thought you were all out of emotions for the day but you could feel tears starting to form. You couldn’t speak, just nod your head endlessly while he placed the ring on your finger. He smiled and a tears fell from his face as he kissed you. Little did both of you know that Willy took this intimate moment as an opportunity to take a selfie of all 5 of you in the room. Mitch was holding the baby with a big grin on his face, you and Auston were in the back kissing with your engagement ring fully visible, and Willy just looked like he won the lotto with how big of a smile he had.
“CONGRATULATIONS! And can I pleeaaaseee post this big happy family photo??” Willy begged.
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “go for it. Now people will stop bugging Auston about the status of his relationship with me.”
“Seriously, you guys gave her the best name ever.” Mitch said while still gently rocking her back and forth.
“Named her after our two favorite girls.” Auston chirped.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Mitch passed your daughter back to you and the boys eventually left.
“How does day one as the Matthews family feel?” Auston asked you, stroking your hair as you were resting with Nylah in your arms.
“It’s the best feeling in the world.” You smiled.

Originally posted by laurafortino

It’s the season finale. Something explodes at the hospital; it’s big, it’s bad, there’s fire and injuries and maybe a casualty or two. 

Callie sees a quick flash about it on the news that evening, and the reporter mentions doctors and patients still inside, everyone being evacuated, fire and rescue teams working hard.

At the end of the night/episode, Arizona looks at her phone for the first time as she finally leaves and there are five voicemails and eight missed calls and almost thirty text messages, all from Callie.

The texts start out saying things like

Are you ok? I saw the hospital on the news. What happened?
Are you safe?
Just let us know you’re ok when you have a chance.

And they progress to things like

Please let us know you’re ok. Text me as soon as you can.
You have to be ok…I’m getting worried.
Don’t be a hero, Arizona. You’re a mom. Sofia needs you.

And the final few, coming in hours later, are the first thing she sees when she finally walks away from the chaos (unscathed).

I can’t do this again. Where are you? Please be safe.
I can’t lose you, Arizona. I won’t. I should be there with you.
I’ll be on the next plane if you want me.
I should never have left you. I need you too.

I still love you.

anonymous asked:

can you write more shuake in which goro self-loathes due to what he did to akira and the phantom thieves and also because he believes he doesn't deserve akira's affection at all? but of course akira always proves him wrong :3 thank you, i love your writing!

Well guys, the feels train never stops on this ride to Shuake Land – its time for me to try and make you guys hurt again! 

Okay so this one KINNNNDA may have gone from ‘drabble’ to actual fic since it clocked out at a little under 3k letters, so I’m sorry to anyone looking for a drabble or to anyone who feels cheated because I overwrote this one. I’m bad at this drabble request thing, hahaha. But I mean, like, guys, we gotta keep the Shuake Feels Train going. 

So WITHOUT FURTHER ADO….

Keep reading

Missing

Was it requested: FOR ONCE, YES!!! :D - find it here

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Pairing: Unrequited!Tony/reader, Bucky/reader

Rating: Show your gran but BE CAREFUL GODDAMMIT SHE IS AN ELDERLY LADY 

Warnings: Kidnapping, assault, anxiety, swearing, etc.

Summary: [The actual request itself] “ Hello!I’d like to request an imagine where reader is an avenger(one really close to tony) and she helps bucky a lot,and they spent all the time together. And one day she got kidnaped by hydra,and she’s rescued days later but she’s almost dead,and everybody is at the hospital waiting for news. And Bucky is super miserable and crying and begging her to wake up,and everyone realizes how much she means to him and how much he needs her. It could end in fluff “ - Anonymous 

Tagging: @tinaruthbelcher

Originally posted by luvindowney

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You and Tony had been friends since you were in the womb, as he was a few years older, because your parents were close to his, making Howard and Maria your godparents. You were the only one who stuck by Tony, through his parents’ deaths, his alcohol problem, his stupid mistakes like Ultron, the whole she-bang; he was your best friend, and you were his; there was nothing the two of you didn’t know about the other, and when you became an Avenger, Tony grew overprotective - like a whiny brother. 
“Y/n, c’mon, Hydra’s out there! You can’t just go out unarmed” Tony whispered, trying to keep his voice hushed so that none of the others - Cap especially - would hear. It wasn’t uncommon for Tony to beg for you to not go outside or to just stay with him, but since the New York incident involving Loki, it had become a daily occurrence. 
“Tony, I’ll be fine” you patted his cheek and turned your back to him, not noticing the small flush of garnet that dusted across his cheeks; Tony loved you, more than a friend, and he couldn’t force himself to tell you for fear of all the negatives that flooded his mind every time he thought about it for so much as a second. 
“Let me come with” he urged, you shook your head and smiled softly at him before hugging him. 
“I’ll be okay” you reassured, Tony nodded with his forehead against your shoulder and his hands wrapped protectively around your torso - he could have stood there for days. 
“Okay” he mumbled, and you let go of the Stark before making your way out, not forgetting to say goodbye to your good friend Bucky. 


Walking down the New York city streets, you noticed how cold they had become despite the fact that it was Spring, but you kept your earphones in, listening to George Michael’s ‘Faith’ as your feet tapped along the asphalt. 
“Hey, ma’am?” you took your earphones out and turned to a small man, who had black hair that was trimmed neatly into a buzz cut, green eyes that were void of emotion, and crooked, almost black, teeth. 
“Yes?” you raised an eyebrow, your thumb hovering over the panic button on your phone that Tony had installed. 
“Are you y/n y/l/n?” the man asked, his German accent thick and sickly. 
“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong person, I really must be going” you pressed the panic button on your phone when the man grabbed your arm and stuck a needle into your neck. 

You blacked out. 


“Where’s y/n?” Bucky almost screamed, knowing that your walks didn’t last half as long as you had been gone; Tony was panicking too, his hands were shaking like grass blades in a storm, his hickory eyes filling with unshed tears that burned, and he could hardly form a sentence. Both men had heard F.R.I.D.A.Y’s alarm when you had pressed the panic button, and both were blaming themselves over the fact that they didn’t make it in time. 
“We got good news and bad news” Clint said, jumping onto the sofa and looking both Tony and Bucky in the eyes. The whole team had been searching for you. Tony and Bucky shared a look. 
“What’s the bad news?” Tony asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. 
“Hydra got y/n” Clint sighed, his eyes frantically searching Tony and Bucky’s lips with hope that he could read them fast enough. 
“Fuck” Bucky sighed, scratching his chin and slumping his shoulders with guilt. 
“Good news is that we know where” Clint announced, causing Tony and Bucky to look at the archer like puppy-dogs. 


Red. Sore. Broken. Your wrists were red from fighting against the binding that was tied around them. Your body was sore from what seemed like the weeks of torture but in reality wasn’t even a day. Your rib was broken from a steel rod being hit against it with surgical precision. Red. Sore. Broken. Your eyes were red from crying. Your head was sore from hitting it against the concrete wall behind you with frustration. Your spirit was broken from all the pain you had been subjected to. 
“Tony, Buck, if you guys can hear me, please, come get me” you prayed, red rimmed eyes closing, sore mouth whispering, broken spirit trying to fix itself. 


“She’s been missing for two days, Tony!” Bucky roared, taking his frustration out on the lonely Stark. 
“And I’m trying to find a way to get there without-”
“You’ve been at it for two days! Y/n’s probably dead” Bucky hissed, causing Tony to look up at him with pained oak eyes, as if he had just been stabbed in the chest. 
“Tony-”
“Forget it. Let’s just go to the damn base and get y/n” Tony grumbled; he had wanted to find a way to get you out without alerting Hydra, but he had been unlucky in finding one. 


Red. Black. Red and black. That was all you saw. One minute, you were getting your stomach slashed open by Hydra. The next, everything was black. You could hear muffled voices, and felt yourself being carried away. You wondered if that was what dying felt like; you had always imagined your death, knowing that it would come eventually, so that you would come to peace with it, but no matter how hard you tried, you wanted to go out fighting - fighting to stay with your best friend to keep him on the ‘good’ path, and fighting to have one more minute with Bucky. 
“It’s ok, y/n, we’re gonna get you patched up” you heard it clear as a bell, Tony’s voice, laced with a sob he was holding back as his shaking hands carried you somewhere; you could hear the soft clang from Bucky’s metal arm as it tapped against Tony’s suit. Everything went quiet then. You couldn’t hear Tony. You couldn’t smell the metallic blood that spattered your abdomen. You couldn’t taste the blood on your lips. You couldn’t feel anything. 

Darkness consumed your senses. 


“She’s gonna be fine” Tony muttered over and over to himself as he rocked back and forth in the waiting room chair at the hospital, his eyes were focused on the pale grey tile floor in front of him and the inside of his lip was bleeding from how much he was biting down and chewing on it. 
“Jeez, Tony’s in a hell of a state” Clint observed, he was sat between Natasha and Steve. Sam, Scott, and the rest of the team had stayed behind at the facility to make sure everything was in place and in check. 
“I know” Natasha said simply, she was nowhere near as distraught as Bucky or Tony, but she was still melancholy. 
“Hey, Buck?” Steve attempted to get Bucky’s attention but failed; since they had rescued you, Bucky was silent, the only noise ever escaping him were sighs of grief and woe, as if he had trapped himself in mind-forged manacles made from a guilty burden he didn’t need to carry. Bucky gave Clint, Tony, Natasha and Steve a woeful, teary look before his chains dragged him back down to looking at the ghostly floor. 
“I take it you’re all here for y/n y/l/n?” the doctor asked, her hands stuffed in her glowing white lab coat, a sympathetic look on her kind features, she held a clipboard under one arm. 
“Is she breathing, is she going to survive this?” Tony shot up straight in his seat and gave the doctor an agonisingly plighting look. 
“Yes, and yes” the doctor smiled kindly, placing a kind hand on Tony’s shoulder. Tony couldn’t help the tear that escaped his hickory eyes. Bucky still had not said a word, or even looked at the doctor. 
“You can all see her in a few minutes, she should be awake by then” the doctor gave everyone a kind smile and left, giving everyone a final empathetic and maternal smile. 
“She was nice. And hey, we get to see y/n in a minute” Clint grinned, trying to lighten the mood, Natasha and Steve gave him gentle smiles before Natasha suggested they go outside for a few minutes. 


Walls of calming white surrounded you, a gentle yellow glow emitted from the L.E.D light on the pastel grey ceiling. You looked down; you were wearing blue hospital robes, were underneath a scratchy white blanket, and your stomach protested when you tried to sit up. 
“You’re awake” Tony sighed breathlessly, the doctor advised that only one person visited you at a time until you had had enough rest - of course Tony was the first to visit, he was sat on the uncomfortable dark navy chair that was slumped next to the hospital bed you were laid in. 
“Y-yeah” you coughed, your mouth wasn’t dry, but your voice was still cracked and unpolished from your injuries. 
“Feeling okay?” Tony asked, reaching out a hand toward you; he wanted to feel the warmth of your skin on his so that he could be sure that you were still there, that you had not left him and gone to a ‘better’ place - whatever that meant. 
“Yeah, I’m okay, bit sore, but okay” you smiled and took his hand in yours, rubbing soft circles across his knuckles to soothe him and attempt to wash away his fears. 
“Y/n, we’ve been friends for a while, right?” Tony swallowed thickly; in that moment, he was so unsure, so vulnerable, unlike the Tony he was in public and around everyone else. 
“Yeah” you nodded, attempting to sit up, but Tony placed a gentle hand on your calf to stop you. 
“Well, what if I say that I want to be… more?” he asked, his eyes like an injured wild animal. 
“Tony, I really don’t know about that. You’re my best friend, and plus, I gotta heal before I even think about anything else” you said, honestly. 
“Take all the time you need” he nodded, standing up and kissing your forehead before giving you an empathetic smile and leaving so that the next member of the team could see you. 


“Hey doll” Bucky smiled sadly, his eyes rimmed with scarlet that distracted from his usually beautiful cerulean irises. 
“Hi Buck” you smiled weakly, feeling tired but not tired enough to miss out on speaking to your friends and team. 
“How ya feeling?” he asked gently, taking careful steps to the chair that Tony had previously sat in before sitting down and taking a melancholy look at the shape you were in. He felt as if he had done it himself. 
“Not bad” you nodded at him and reached a hand out, knowing he blamed himself. 
“Y/n, if I were only a minute earlier, I could’ve-”
“Buck, it’s in the past, okay? I don’t blame you, I blame Hydra” you told him with a fiery honesty, Bucky only nodded and sighed. 
“Y/n, I just really care about you is all, and… I dunno, doll” he shrugged, you placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile. 
“Let me guess, Buck, are you gonna ask me out on a date or something?” you asked, a knot forming in your stomach as you didn’t know if you would be able to choose between Bucky or Tony. 
“If you want” he smiled shyly, you bit your lip and told him you would think about it. 


You were crushed by a bear hug from Thor the second you walked in the Avenger’s facility door, then Scott and Sam pretty much tackled you to the floor as they trapped you in a suffocating hug, Wanda gave you a gentle and kind hug, Vision gave you an awkward hug that you couldn’t help but to laugh at, Peter clung onto you like a child who had just been picked up from the first day of school, Bruce shyly hugged you with a soft smile, and soon you were all crowded in the living room with a few pizzas on the table in the middle. Tony and Bucky sat on either side of you on the sofa, Steve sat next to Bucky, and Bruce sat next to Tony; Clint, Natasha, Sam, Peter and Wanda sat on the sofa opposite whilst Thor, Scott, and Vision sat scattered on the floor - Scott sat a little close to Steve. 
“I’m gonna go to bed” Clint smiled lazily as he made his way to bed, and one by one the other Avengers left to retire as it was getting late; only you, Tony and Bucky were left. 
“Y/n, I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, but I just wanna know if you’ve thought about it” Tony said gently, you nodded at him and turned to face him when Bucky spoke up. 
“I wanna know what you think too, y/n” he said, and you turned to face the empty sofa in front of you, wishing that the rest of the team was there so you didn’t have to feel so unsure. 
“Bucky, we’re friends and all, but I don’t think it’d be good for us. I’m sorry. And, Tony? I’ll think a little bit more about it” you told them, and they nodded in unison. 

10

The new Ghostbusters visited sick kids in the hospital — and Facebook misogynists are furious 

Visiting ill children at Tufts Medical Center should have been an amazing experience for the new Ghostbusters, Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon and Leslie Jones. But as with many beautiful moments, it was ruined by disgusting commenters. Thankfully, Tufts Medical Center and other Facebook users are fighting back against the trolls.

Back from the hospital, mostly good news! :D Looks like I just need tons of rest but nothing major.

I’ll be checking out the chapter and the asks in a moment. Looks like this chapter is lit.

13x14

- So Amelia is back at Meredith’s house and even though she has openly said she does not live there (tiny hope we can cling to) how odd is it that no one has asked her or seemed the least bit curious why she’s left her husband?

- Amelia and Yoghurt, a love story. Probably the only relationship that’s successful right now in GA. Is her sleepiness and sudden hunger just a coincidence? I don’t think so. *wishes Amelia talks to Owen before finding out a possible pregnancy*

- Attendings running labs and prepping surgical patients while residents come up with surgical plans? Only in the fairytale land of GSMH. If the attendings are so keen on knocking down Minnick, why are they acting like obedient puppies losing all their dignity? You gotta learn to walk before you learn how to run, maybe Minnick skipped that class too. We’ve seen that experience isn’t really her strength

- Jo Wilson is awesome. When the episode started I was pissed for her once again letting someone shout at her face. But damn it was awesome seeing her kicking ass. The resurrection of Jo! (Let’s overlook the fact she harassed a patient on the table for the sake of badassery).

- Everyone thought that guy was gonna play her ex husband, oh boy, they fooled everyone

- Deluca still exists. And hey! Riggs still works at the hospital :) good news

- April can take the lead on a kidney transplant. LOL this is getting ridiculous

- Let’s take out this woman’s kidney without bothering to check the status on the other one first 👌🏻

- That mom finding out her daughter was alive when she was found was heartwrenching

- The same guy from Psych from the first seasons was there again. First good continuity move of s13

- Nice to see some development on Riggs. It’s long overdue. He clearly can’t get over the guilt he feels for having stopped looking for Megan

- Arizona implying Minnick cares about the residents. For real? Like that’s why she took the job at GSMH. She was super worried about the residents she’d never seen before

- I wish I could hug Jo and Owen too. They both deserve it.

Can you do an imagine where the reader & gemma go to the hospital cuz the reader might be pregnant (And is) but the boys come from a run for a lockdown and jax freaks out cuz he cant find his old lady and mom?

PAPA’S GOODS

It’s been a chaotic couple of days, I’ve been working with fear of getting killed every second of the day even when I get to my safe place, at home and I know Gemma will be around or even one of the prospects left behind. To that I have to add the fact that I’ve been really sick or at least I think I’m sick because I can’t stop the nausea or the migraines that I get even when I’m taking medicine and the thought of food makes me wanna vomit which shows I’m not my usual self.

I got up after a short nap feeling sick, I ran to the bathroom and let out my contents before hearing the door open and see Gemma from the mirror reflection. “Second time today, darlin’” she said and I nodded

“I don’t think the medicines are really working” I said before start brushing my teeth.

“I don’t think that can be fixed with medicine, darlin’” she said and I looked up to her perplexed.

“I’m not…” I said I couldn’t be, I had taken the precautions and even when I wanted to have a child with Jackson the last months showed the time wasn’t necessarily right and the amount of stress and the fact I could get killed at any minute of the day didn’t make the situation appealing for me.

“Let’s get you checked” she said before leaving the room “Take a shower, we will be out soon”

Jackson parked the motorcycle at the side of the road, his old lady and mom should be inside and he wanted to take them personally to the TM, he approached the house but nobody came out like YN usually did at the sound of his motorcycle so he opened the door, with hesitation and fear running through his soul.

“YN! MOM!” he screamed from the kitchen where everything was neatly in place, a characteristic of his old lady. He went to the back of the house and checked the rooms but nobody was in so he started internally freaking out more at the sight of her old ladies phone lying carelessly on the top of the bed side table. He dialed his mom’s phone number but it quickly reached to voice mail, he was losing himself in desperation so he called the boys to look up for the women quickly to get them to the club as soon as possible.

YN and Gemma were both seating at the small waiting room, YN had been checked by a doctor and they ran some tests now they only had to wait for the results. The younger one was furiously chewing her nails and Gemma looked at her before letting out a sigh, the doctor came out and called them both to get inside the office and check the results, the matriarch got up and walked to the office but looked back to YN who was still seating at the chairs.

“I’m so scared” I said in a whisper “I love Jackson and I want to have a family but what happens if I can’t do enough to protect them?” said YN looking at Gemma who nodded understandably before asking the doctor for a few minutes

“My son, will do everything to protect you. He loves you and he won’t let anything happen to you or to the baby that is possibly inside you” she said to me and I nodded before looking around the room trying to calm myself.

“I’m ready” I said after a couple minutes and taking some air.

Jackson and Opie went to the hospital and the blonde one felt relief at the sight of his mom’s car at the parking lot even when hospitals didn’t mean good news at least he hoped they were both alright inside the building. Both men walked gaining glances from both nurses and patients before asking for the Teller women, but it wasn’t needed because they came out from the elevator seconds later making Jax let out air he didn’t even know was holding.

“You alright?” said Jackson to us and we both nodded, my eyes were puffy and I know he noticed that “Are you hurt?” he asked and Gemma walked over to Opie to take him out and give us some space.

“No, I’m not” I said and I saw the pleading look in his eyes wanting to know what was going on “I was feeling sick…and they ran some tests on me and discovered I’m pregnant” I said before smiling weakly at him.

“Oh my god, YN” he said before crushing me in his arms and kissing my temple. “I’m sorry you don’t look so happy about it”

“I am happy, I always wanted a family and I love you Jax but I’m so scared” I said while crushing myself into his hard chest “I don’t wanna lose you”

“You are not going to lose me baby girl” he said making me look at him “I’m here for the long run, and I’m going to protect my girl and my child with everything I can” he said and I nodded before kissing him once again. “I promise we are going to be alright” he said and I nodded once again before kissing him deeply.

“We are going to be parents” I said with a huge smile on my face, his smile similar to mine.

anonymous asked:

Pro hero/older Iida, Izuku and Todoroki reacting to their quirkless a/o getting injured in a villain attack?

(I’m gonna assume in a situation where they weren’t around)

Iida Tenya: Receiving the bad news, Iida can’t help but remember back to when his brother was hospitalized, and the devastating news that came afterwards. He’s scared of what he’ll see but had learned long ago he had to face his fears, also knowing he couldn’t keep himself away from you, especially if you needed him. He holds your hand and sincerely apologizes for not being there to protect you, glad to see your injuries will heal but still feeling depressed about your condition. 

Midoriya Izuku: Midoriya would feel numb inside, hoping that your injuries aren’t fatal. He would be by your side in an instant, nearly refusing to leave even to do his hero duties. He curses himself for not being there for you even while rationalizing he couldn’t be everywhere at once; there’s just too many negative feelings going through him for him to find peace of mind for the next few days. When you’re showing positive signs of recovery is when he’s comfortable returning back to his duties, though he can’t help but worry constantly about you while he’s away. 

Todoroki Shouto: He would be upset. Part of being a pro would mean clearing the area of civilians so that things like this wouldn’t happen. He almost starts off on a war path at the hero that allowed you to get injured like this; his friends have to calm him down with the reminder than even pros weren’t perfect, and that the situation in general was unlucky. He makes sure the best doctors are taking care of you and have you in their sights 24/7, so that no more surprises have to befall him while you recover.