Patterson stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Weller exit the elevator. “What are you doing here?” she practically yelled at him.
“I have a meeting,” he replied. He didn’t look well. He didn’t look well at all.
“You have a mee- Kurt, you were shot yesterday! Three bullets! You almost bled to death!” If she was causing a scene she didn’t care. Her boss looked like hell and he should be still lying in a hospital bed not walking into a useless meeting.
“I know,” Kurt mumbled, trying to limp past her, “I was there.”
“Did the doctors clear you?” Patterson asked, but he ignored her. Instead the answer came from a few steps behind.
“No, they didn’t,” Jane said as she stepped out of the elevator, obviously pissed off.
“Then how did-”
“He discharged himself because he’s a stubborn idiot,” Jane said as she caught up to them. Which wasn’t too hard as Kurt could barely take a two consecutive steps without pausing.
“Kurt, you have to go back to the hospital,” Patterson repeated, “you look terrible.”
“Need I remind you that I’m still your boss,” Kurt said.
“You’re no one’s boss when you’re stumbling around half dead,” Jane said angrily.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled, “I’ve been shot before.”
“Oh, well, that’s comforting,” Jane said.
He stumbled slightly and Patterson quickly went to his side while Jane stood back, arms cross over her chest.
“Yeah, you’re clearly doing great,” she said.
“Aren’t you supposed to be my wife who is loving and supportive?” he asked as he was slowly getting closer to the meeting room.
“When you’re acting like an idiot with no regards for your well being, then being a supportive and loving wife is telling you that you’re an idiot and the you should get back to the hospital right away,” Jane said just as they reached the meeting room.
“Good luck in your very important meeting,” she mumbled, “don’t die.”
Kurt barely managed to stay up for five minutes during that meeting before the world around him started to spin. He was light headed and unbelievably tired. He glanced out towards the bullpen briefly, knowing perfectly well that Jane had been watching him the whole time, before he lost consciousness and collapsed.
He woke up ten minutes later in his office, lying on the couch with Jane and Patterson standing above him, as well as the FBI resident physician. “What happened?” he mumbled as he slowly came to.
“Assistant Director Weller,” the physician said, “you passed out. I need you to return to the hospi-”
“What? No, no,” Kurt said, trying to sit up, “I just got a little dizzy, I don’t need to-”
“Sir,” the physician said, “I’m afraid your injury’s been infected. You really shouldn’t have let the hospital in the first place.”
Kurt tried to argue further but the doctor finally got the upper hand and left, making sure Jane was taking him straight to the hospital.
After Patterson made sure he was ok, she excused herself and went back to her lab.
Jane had been sitting quietly the whole time, watching from the other end of the couch but saying nothing. He finally looked at her. “I’m sorry,” he said, “this is where you say I told you so?”
She shook her head at him, letting out a strangled sob before she could speak. “You’re an idiot,” she whispered, “you really think I wanna say I told you so?”
Kurt shook his head apologetically and reached his hand out to her. “I just watched my husband collapse in the middle of a meeting, just days after watching you take three bullets right in front of me,” she whispered, taking his hand and moving closer, tears filling her eyes, “you’re such an idiot! God dammit, Kurt!”
He squeezed her hand, “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“That’s twice in one week I watch everything I hold dear in my life fall apart in front of me-”
“You can’t keep on doing this, Kurt, I can’t-”
“I know,” he said, as he pushed past the pain and sat up, gathering her in his arms, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“You have to go back to the hospital,” she whispered against his chest.
“yes, ma’am,,” he said, his hand gently rubbing her back.
“And you have to do what the doctor says.”
“And you have to stop almost dying because I can’t do this without you,” she said as she pulled back and looked at him sternly.
Note : This is my first imagine on tumblr!! i am quite nervous whether or not people will like it, yet i am confident some will!!
Request : naw man just needed the angst
Summary: (very loosely based off the song “happier” by ed sheeran :) truly a masterpiece!!) newt had broken up with you, and only after 3 weeks he had already captured the heart of tina goldstein.
Warnings : lowercase intended, ANGST ANGST ANGST, speaks of alcohol and alcohol poisoning, and tons of alcohol intake!!
Word Count: give or take over 800 (sorry if its so short :((((((((( )
Pairing: none :(
requests are open!!
you walked through diagon alley, your shattered heart masked by a fake smile.
7 years! how could he turn away 7 years for a woman he just met?!
nevertheless, you could see the connection between them. it was eerily similar to you and newt when you first met back in hogwarts, it was uncanny.
you vividly remembered that day you and newt had met tina, the day his heart stopped belonging to you.
it was even worse when they said goodbye, you could practically hear the sad music from how affectionate the two were. it was almost like they were never going to see one another again- which you hoped they were.
although you couldn’t hate tina, with her gorgeous features, golden heart, and charming personality, it nearly pained you to see her.
it was leta all over again.
yet again, another girl has stolen his heart, and it wasn’t you. you finally thought he was yours. that he’d never let go. you were clearly mistaken. maybe it was time to stop sulking, and finally do something for you, and not for him.
you decided you needed firewhiskey in your system to feel remotely okay. even if it was your 22nd day back in that bar, you needed to forgive, and forget. as soon as you walked into the cozy yet loud bar and to your dismay, you saw them-
newt and tina.
regret filled your entire body as he was making her laugh, a glistening look in newt’s eyes. he looked at her with lust and affection, something he would reserve for you, and you only.
he looked so happy. happier than he was with you. his eyes were a lively green, so lively you could see them all the way across the bar. tina was looking gorgeous, but when is she not? stealing the hearts of men that weren’t hers. it wasn’t her fault she was lovely, you couldn’t be mad at her. the taste of salt expanded in your taste buds, you didn’t even notice you were crying.
you hid your face as you walked up to the bar, seeing your favorite bartender, ben.
“hey y/n, the usual?” he asked, concern filling his eyes as the usual sad look in your eyes deepened.
“y-yeah.” you stuttered out, playing with the napkin on the table.
“I guess you saw them already, huh?” he asked, sighing.
“of course, how could I not?” you spoke softly, as if you didn’t want to be seen.
“y/n, you need to get over him. it’s been 3 weeks, it seems he already has.” ben filled up your order. he brought out your typical 3 firewhiskeys, you took one of them eagerly, ready to indulge away your sorrows as a man sat next to you.
it couldn’t be him, he wouldn’t have the heart to come up to your broken soul, he wouldn’t be ready to see you yet.
you were obviously wrong.
“y-y/n? is that you?” a gentle voice asked, touching your shoulder. you flinched, foreign to the touch. you slowly turned, brushing away the hand. your red eyes and cheeks was a dead give away you had been crying, it almost looked like you never stopped crying.
“sadly, yes.” you spoke under your breath, gulping down your sorrows.
“how much have you been drinking? you can barely handle firewhiskey, how can you drink three?” he asked concern filling his voice.
“she’s been at it for 22 days. that’s her 64th firewhiskey.” ben responded, knowing full well you wouldn’t respond to a man you couldn’t even look at.
"y/n?! are you crazy?! you could have alcohol poisoning?! you could go to the hospi-”
"she’d gone to the hospital already. yet she keeps comin’ back.” ben cut him off, polishing a glass.
"why are you doing this? I’ve heard from the ministry you haven’t been visiting ou- your garden, your (favorite flower)’s are dying.”
"newt please leave me alone, I need to be alone.” you pleaded, your broken eyes meeting his.
he couldn’t stand looking at you like this. he was so used to the bright you. the you who could make any heartrending moment joyful or cheer up anybody with just a smile. but now, you looked as if you haven’t slept in years, and if you were being honest, you haven’t.
your usual bright e/c were now filled with sorrow and tears, your typical smile was replaced by what felt like a permanent frown, your tan lively glow was now a pale, dull light.
"y/n, what happened to you?” newt asked, genuine sadness filling his eyes.
"you happened.” you stood up, chugging the last firewhiskey, and leaving.
"y/n please- wait!” newt quickly stood up running toward you.
you turned to look at him, like it was your last, taking in his gorgeous features, and apparated away.
i forgot about the time nick left on air in the last hour of the show and then it was like music for 15+ minutes straight then fearne came on and was like ‘yeh so! fionas just walking nick to hospy cos hes had a bit of an accident! so im with you a bit earlier than usual!’ and then a couple hours later the first tweet came out and was like ‘Nick Gr*mshaw swallows glass on air and is rushed to hospital!’ and we all were just like?? whatthe? ?? actual fuck?
Breaking Your Ankle Taking Salsa Lessons to Surprise Rafael
You sat in on a bed in the hospital. You felt so stupid! How does someone break their ankle taking salsa lessons? You didn’t know who to call, Carmen or Rafael? You didn’t want to worry Rafael, as he fretted over you, however you knew Carmen would most likely tell him. Also, he would find out. For some reason you did NOT want to tell him why you broke your ankle.
You just wanted to impress your boyfriend. He loved to dance, and all you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend with your newfound confidence with dancing and your moves. You could NOT dance to save your life and completely lacked rhythm.
So, you joined a class you saw advertised in a coffee shop near your school. However, one class they suggested you wear high heels. BIG MISTAKE. You wore flats always for a reason. What were you thinking?
You knew you had to call someone. After much thought you picked Carmen. You picked up your cell and called her. You heard her answer.
“Carmen? Its y/n, I’m gonna tell you something but you CANNOT tell Rafael. I’m in the hospi-”
“What! No y/n he’s already in front of me, I’m telling him!”
You tried to tell her no, but you heard the phone shift and the and a worried Rafael came on the phone demanding to know what happened.
“Rafael, I’m fine I have to get off the phone they are about to set the bone, I won’t be able to tal-”
“What hospital? How did you break your leg?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, its to embarrassing. Nothing bad. I’m at Mercy Hospital but you can’t leave work!”
“I’m already in a cab, I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
He then hung up. You stared at the phone in shock. You looked up at the nurse administering the anesthesia.
“My boyfriend told me he loves me. I love him too.”
The nurse looked at you amused then he said.
“That’s so nice, now count back from ten.”
You started to count back at three you were out.
You woke up to yourself feeling queasy, it was the anesthesia. You pressed the call button. The nurse came in and asked if you needed something for the queasiness or if you liked some crackers and Sprite. You said yes to both, then a dishevled Rafael came in. You made sure very quickly that you looked okay, and not too much was showing with your hospital gown.
Then Rafael kissed your forehead and demanded to know why you ended up here. Then demanded to know you called Carmen and not him.
You explained to him first of all, you thought he might be too busy and it was an embarrassing story. He then explained he WAS not too busy to tend to his ailing girlfriend (his words exactly).
“Rafi, my ankle broke, I’m not sick from my time in the Crimean War! I’m not going to die” You smiled at him but he was almost angry. Then your face sobered. You promised to call him if anything happened again. But his statement made before you were knocked out had not fled from your mind. It had been nagging at you. Did he mean it or was he scared?
“Rafael, do you remember what you said to me on the phone? That you love me. Did you mean that?”
Rafael looked at her and simply said.
“I knew you broke you ankle, I knew you would be ok. But I don’t say things I don’t mean. So, if you need reassuring-yes, I do love you. Broken ankle and all. Now HOW DID YOU BREAK YOUR ANKLE!”
“Ibrokeittakingsalsalessons.” You said way to quickly.
Rafael looked at you said.
“Can the defendant repeat the question slowly, so the jury and the prosecution can hear?”
You thought quickly and said.
“The judge strikes the statement from the record and the jury will disregard. I’ve seen Court TV. Two can play this game.” You looked at him with a challenge in your eyes. His brow rose.
“Mi amor, if you want to play this little game of you trying to outsmart me with the law I’ll teach you some tricks-later. But the superior court threw out the judge’s verdict.”
You took a deep breath. Then started to explain.
“It all started when we went to that event with your mother at her school. I realized quickly I could not impress with my moves. I CAN’T DANCE. So I saw a flyer near where I the university and I started to take lessons.”
You could barely look at him and so you continued talking to the blanket. Your face was aflame with embarrassment. You took a deep breath and finished. He sat down on the bed next to you and put his arm around you.
“One day the instructor asked the girls to wear heels for practice. I knew it was dumb. I knew it! But I wanted to be exciting for you. I can’t even walk in heels, I don’t know what I was thinking trying to dance in them!”
He squeezed you against him and kissed your head. So you again you kept on with your story.
“I was dancing with my partner. We were trying to spin, he went one way, and then my foot went in the wrong place-bam! I was floor. In reality it was kinda a blur. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess this won’t happen for a long time.”
He lift you chin and turned your face towards him. He then smiled tenderly and said.
“You could have just come to me. I would have happily taught you. I really like that you tried, but mi amor you did not have to hurt yourself,then try and hide it from all to impress me. Also, I find you very exciting. I don’t care if you’re not a good dancer, I like that you don’t expect me to take you out every Friday and Saturday night. I can’t always. You respect my job and you don’t expect everything revolve to around you. My world does, but you get it and don’t get mad when I have to work.”
The nurse came in to discharge you and gave you the instructions. He recommended someone be around and asked if anyone was. You started to say no, but Barba told him he would.
“Rafael, I don’t live with men I’m not married to. I’ll stay wit-”
“Fine, I call a judge and will change that. What do you say?”
Request: one where the reader, who has lost her memories, is a new employee at DC Studios. She works in the Archives that hold all the original comic manucripts. One day she finds a old, unpublished story about Jason where he has a girlfriend, who at the end disapearing in a magic explosion that erases all evidence that she ever existed. This girlfriend has the same name and looks as the reader and the manuscript dated the same day the reader was found after losing her memories.
The buzzing silence along with the darkness filled your ears and head once again. You shot your eyes open and headed to your bathroom, where you threw water on your face. You were left to stare at your reflection in the mirror; your eyes were bloodshot, your lips chapped and your hair looked like a rat nest.
You had to do a lot before you could go to work but thank god your insomnia wouldn’t let you sleep. You walked slowly to your kitchen, while scratching your scalp with your small fingers and proceeded to make a coffee.
Something killed you. You didn’t know what, but it killed you. A space in your heart ate you alive. You didn’t know the reason and you certainly wouldn’t try to find it while caffeine hadn’t entered your system.
Your head still buzzed after you took a shower, and surprisingly even more, after you took some painkillers. This had never happened; painkillers always stopped your bad headaches. Even if your head was burning and even when it seemed heavy to you.
Today it was another rainy day. Today was another rainy day in New York, in your cold apartment, that you never felt that it was yours.
It was so funny because sometimes you wished you’d never see the present day again. You wanted to go back in the past, to figure out why you didn’t remember. Who were your parents? Weren’t they alive? And if they were, why hadn’t they reached out to you yet?
Did you have someone? Had you ever loved? Had you ever been loved?
You sighed as you snapped back in reality. Your coffee was cold; you had been zoning out for good, you thought. You stood up from the kitchen table and hooked your fingers under your white tank top. By the time your reached your room, you were holding both pieces of your pijamas in your hands. You threw them on the bed with as much force as you could and opened your closet to find a black pencil dress.
You wore it, right after you put some tights on, to keep your legs warm and walked quickly to your bathroom.
It was as simple as it could get now; brush your teeth, fix your hair, put some make up on. Your job required a proper attire.
The wheels of your car made a sliding sound as you parked to your usual parking spot and you got grabbed on the steering wheel, squeezing it so tight that your knuckles turned white. Inside, you feared a car accident would occur to you again and you’d lose the few memories you had created in all these months.
You used your umbrella to keep the rain away from your fixed hair. It wasn’t a long walk to the main door of the building, but you stopped some meters before you got in and looked up at the familiar Symbol.
You couldn’t help but sigh. Ever since they called you some months ago, asking if you would like to continue working there, more questions popped in your mind.
Why did you need a job? Had you studied? What were you working as?
And mos importantly, why would one name their company Detective Comics Comics?
The usual walk to the elevator was simple as it could get. You greeted some people, that claimed to know you, sighed some more times, wait for the elevator to come and reach to your department, that was merely a story down the main hall.
You greeted your colleagues there too, asking what was your task for the day.
“Today you’re on unpublished stories. I’ll give you some to start scanning!” Mandy, the only friend you had made in all these months, spoke.
“Why, being handed the stories will help a lot! Thanks Mandy!”
She shot you a smile and nodded, her short blond bob jiggling.
“Okay, here you are! These are exclusively Jason Todd stories. I’m taking care of the rest! ” She giggled and slammed a huge pile of Jason comics before your face.
“Thanks” you muttered and gulped at the instant.
“Honey are you okay? You seem like a ghost today! Did you remember anything?”
You shook your head, slowly in denial and she left after she patted your shoulder. She knew not to push more.
It was the end of the day. You might have been working for some extra hours too, as the archive floor was almost empty; in fact, only you, Mandy and three other employees were still left.
You impatiently looked at the clock.
Okay so maybe you’d die in this building. But you had to finish with that last Jason story. Once again the task was simple; you read the comic if you want and then you have to reprint it, so the story will stay unharmed from time.
And maybe this story was interesting.
It was from Red Hood and the Outlaws from the 2011 DC Comics reboot named New 52, and it was set as a standalone one shot as a small gift that went along with the original issue.
You knew it was worth reading, and never understood why it never made it as a print but it was before you now and it was tempting not to read it.
You turned the cover and the story immediately started.
The first image was one of a small bald boy, with olive skin. Blue shines surrounded him, his face covered on a mischievous grin.
Your hair raised at a strange feeling, all this blue around him, feeling familiar.
He was talking to Jason, on how he could save his loved one from his hands. He said, he held her memories and that he needed his to set her free.
Jason was split, and Roy was trying to convince him not to do anything stupid, along with Kor'i.
Your heart throbbed, feeling anxious on what Jason would respond in the next page.
“I need time to think. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Next few pages showed Jason being comforted by the team. They told him they’d find a way to get his loved one back. That she was safe.
Jason highly doubted that, as he knew what little shit S'aru was. And as he laid on his bed, sleep not bothering to budge him, he muttered a name.
Your eyes shot completely open and vivid memories passed before your eyes as flashes.
The color blue, an intense laugh, a man’s voice calling your name before everything going black. Men falling from the sky. Endless laughing with a family of men. Cries for help. The blue again, and then it was over, as suddenly as it came.
Sweat dropped from your forehead as you turned the pages quickly, barely bothering to read every panel. The situation seemed familiar. Too familiar. And as it couldn’t get any worse you noticed Jason dragging a girl with him with (h/c) hair, that only wore a hospital’s white dress. Roy and Kor'i were running just infront of him, heading to the ship.
“I was there Mandy!” You screamed!
“I was there. I was holding his hand!”
Mandy looked at you with compassion. Maybe you had remembered something from your earlier life, but she was too tired to give you more attention.
hold on he said and fired his gun towards S'aru, who was after him. Your pain was enough to slow him down. He knew this plan would turn out catastrophic. You had two bullets wound and four arrows stuck on your body. All of them from attempts of killing S'aru. I’ll get you home in no-
There was that blur again. This time it stayed for too long in your vision with its dazzling spins and dark dots, its smooth movements as the bluests of waters. As if hypnotizing you.
Then there was a blast.
There was that voice again
And sounds of shooting.
More sweat dripped from your forehead and tears formed in your eyes, your gaze was fixed into space, your lips leaving moans of pain. Images passed and left always flashing in your vision in that shade of blue. That calming blue that looked like water and you wanted to sank in. To give up from your physical pain. You had to follow your path to the past.
You didn’t notice your deafening scream, nor Mandy running to your side as you fell onto the floor, as what seemed like, dead.
The darkness slowly drifted away from your eyes, only to be replaced by a blur. You could not see well for the moment.
The buzzing sound was back, but this time another small sound came along with it. It was a standard mechanical beep. You recognised that sound. This was the room you had woken up when you opened your eyes once before in the hospi-
“KOR'I! HER EYES ARE OPEN! OH MY GOD KOR'IIIII!!” You recognised that voice too, the woman’s red hair also, the masked man that followed her as well.
“(Y/n)?” The man put his mask off and stared at you, with watered eyes.
“Yes! Oh my dear God she’s awake!” He said, tears flowing down his cheeks as he rushed to pull you in his arms, not caring about the needles that pinched your skin.
It was all clear for you know. You remembered being taken by S'aru that night you had been taken to the hospital because you were extremely sick. You remembered him blackmailing Jason. You remembered the blast and everything after it, how you woke up by a call in a hospital, asking if you’d finally go to work, you remembered not being abke to remember anything, having a space eating out your heart. But I was over.
You were home.
You were in Jason’s arms and everything felt real. Even if you were in comma for six months as the guys said, even if S'aru had created a different universe to keep you in so he could take your memories for fun, you were back.
And suddenly the buzz became a bird’s song and the space a heartwarming fire that burnt within you.
OH GOD. Okay, so I loved writing this story, but it was SO HARD, so I’m putting these two together. I took the advice of two separate doctors, one of which was down for the weekend to stay with me to watch Marvel films and not help me plan out the hospy bits of a One Direction fic. In return she ALSO got to attend the cinema screening of their Where We Are San Siro concert and interview, so being friends with me is a WIN, you guys, a WIN. (We also watched Marvel films). Anyway, I wanted to do a good and realistic job because there’s nothing I like better than fics where people are hurt and other people are scared and then everything ends up okay, but I wanted LOTS OF DETAIL. So it was really hard deciding what his injuries were and how they would affect him and making that realistic, so I hope I pulled that off, but it was tough. Also really hard was writing Nick not notice he was failing to cope, because it was a pretty closed POV, and I really, really didn’t want him to know until he was properly in the middle of it.
But anyway, this was one of those glorious guilty pleasures of a fic, although it was hard work to write, because I LOVE THIS TROPE. I love it. So all those little bits, like nobody knowing about them being together but Louis saying Nick’s name for the first time, and then Louis getting sicker and not recognising him, and Nick panicking later and Louis not being able to help him, they are all these bits that I super love reading and therefore loved getting to write, so hopefully that answers your question. OH AND ALSO Nick washing his face. Which is ridiculous but I’ve been in hospital quite a few times in my life and twice for horrible surgeries that kept me in for quite a while, and I also couldn’t sit up or move around and someone washed my face for me and quite frankly it felt at the time - and even now, looking back - like one of the kindest things someone could do. I’ve - quite rightly - blocked out most of that hospital experience but not that moment.
Summary: You are an experiment, the first of its kind.One day you escape and are living a normal life when you run into a perfect stranger or was he?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4052
A/N: I’m sorry, but the plot must progress. Feel free to request anything or ask to be tagged in my stories
Warnings: angst, mentions of torture (not descriptive), jealous!Steve (is that a warning?)
You know that feeling where everything is just perfect and then it’s all suddenly ripped out from underneath you? Two days after our move into the Wakanda Facility there was an accident in the lab, a chemical explosion. It caused a pretty bad reaction with the serum that was in Y/N’s bloodstream, which was also why Steve and I weren’t allowed anywhere near her.
I heard that Y/N had become pretty violent and they had to bring in Wanda to restrain her. It turns out that she hurt a few of the employees in the lab including the one that worked for HYDRA.
Upon further investigation we saw that the guy had no idea that we had been brought to Wakanda and had no way or time to alert any other HYDRA members of our location. That being said, T’Challa did a full sweep of his employees and concluded that that man was the only one and immediately shipped him off.
Kurt wakes up slowly, blinking, confused about all the white around him. For a couple of moments he wonders if Blaine has gone completely insane and messed up the color scheme of the loft by making it look like a hospi…
Then Kurt hears the steady beeping that is his heart and everything that happened comes back to him and the painkillers can’t subdue the ache that’s much deeper than the cuts and bruises.
His name is said with a soft, tired but hopeful voice and he moves his head just a bit to see Blaine, sitting in a plastic chair with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"You’re awake. Are you okay, should I call the doctor?"
Zakwan Anuar had turned fifteen a couple of days before meeting the Duchess during her visit to Hospis Malaysia in 2012. Despite being terminally ill with leukemia, he postponed a blood transfusion to be able to meet her. Catherine signed his birthday card, and said he was “very, very brave” and “very handsome.” At the time, his mother said: “Zakwan is normally very sleepy and in pain, crying, almost giving up hope, but today, my God, it was as if the leukaemia had gone. He is in more pain because he put off his blood transfusion and he needed a lot of painkillers, but I don’t see the need for that now. God bless her. I cannot repay that kindness.”
Zakwan died just two weeks later, after which the Duke and Duchess issued a joint statement that said they were “saddened to hear of Zakwan’s death. Their thoughts are with his family.”