i am calm and it's doctor

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.

imagine missy, receiving the doctor’s confession dial. imagine how terrified she must have been. the doctor is going to die within a day, he knows it, he’s accepted it, he’s sent her his confession dial. he’s certain.

imagine her, searching the entire universe furiously, trying to find him. checking everywhere. messaging him, trying to trace his TARDIS, trying to contact him in every way possible. maybe she attacks a planet they know to try to draw him out.

when it doesn’t work, she stops wasting her energy on the invasion and almost loses hope.

imagine her, swallowing her pride, hating the very idea of it - finally, gathering herself, composing her dignity, to ask a human for help. trying to remain calm knowing she is the doctor’s only chance to survive and being so impatient with UNIT’s incredible slow pace, their threats, clara’s conversation. trying not to fall apart with fear for him.

imagine how mortifying, to missy, that a human knows the only person she cares about in the universe better than she does. his oldest friend.

but she’s just glad she got to him in time.

he ignores her.

After the Mark of Athena
  • Hazel: Um, I kind of have a... [mumbles]
  • Nico: A what?
  • Hazel: A boyfriend...?
  • Nico: WHAT
  • Nico: WHO IS HE
  • Nico: WHO IS HE
  • Hazel: Calm down it's Frank
  • Nico: Oh
  • Nico: Oh okay he's cool

anonymous asked:

Could I maybe have both 1 and 11 with Shawn? Love ya!


My water broke 10 hours ago which means I’ve been enduring 10 hours of agonizing pain. My doctor, Dr. Kemp, told me that it won’t be much longer until I’ll have to start pushing; I’d be lying if I said I’m not scared. I’m about to push a fucking human out of me. A baby version of Shawn. We decided not to know the gender until it’s born, we just thought it would be a fun surprise. Boy or girl, it will most likely inherit his playfulness.

Oh fuck. It’s hitting me. I’m literally going to have two Shawns running around the house. Two Shawns that I’ll have to keep my eye on….Am I really ready for this?

In all reality though, He’s been so supportive and helpful throughout this whole process and I couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime. I told him to take a nap and that I’d wake him up when its time. Apparently, that would be sooner than Dr. Kemp predicted. I start to feel a ton of pressure pressing down on my uterus and I get the strong urge to push so I quickly press the emergency button on my maternity bed. The sharp pain is back by it feels worse than the contractions I’ve been having for the past ten hours, this one isn’t fading like the other ones did.

“Sh-Shawn” I pant, winded. He doesn’t stir, my voice is too faint to wake him. I reach behind myself, grab my pillow, and throw it at his slumped body in the recliner. He jumps up when he feels it, basically flying out of the chair. “Sorry sorry sorry” he rasps, running over to me and kissing my forehead. He frantically presses the button as well, not aware that I already have but it doesn’t matter because the doctor and nurse barge in a second later.

“Okay Y/n, how are we feelin’?” Kemp asks, the grin on his face would usually calm me down but for some reason its pissing me off right now. I guess it’s due to the fact that I’m in excruciating pain while he’s just having a peachy day. I can’t open my mouth to respond so I just shake my head, letting him know that in no way, shape, or form am I feeling ok.

“Alrighty…it looks like” the doctor starts, spreading legs a little further and taking a peek down there. “You’re ready to push” he smiles again. Shawn is still right next to me, he grips my hand in his as he lets out a whimper sound. He must be just as scared as I am. The nurse instructs me to start pushing. I take a deep breath and let out my first push, feeling the pressure in my abdomen shift further down. It wasn’t so bad “Oh that wasn’t so bad” I smile up at Shawn.

“No?” He asks, smiling back at me. I shake my head no to confirm and brace myself for another go. Second time around was not so easy, though. I can feel the burning sensation of my vagina stretching and tearing in ways that seem unnatural.

“Okay! Its starting to hurt now, baby” I let out, death gripping Shawn’s hand. He kisses my head one more time before leaning over and looking at where our baby is making an appearance. “Oh god!” He chuckles “Its right there!…woah” he says, in awe.

I whine, telling him to stop looking but he just finds it funny. “Can you feel it right there?” He asks, not able to take his eyes off of the one place I’d rather him NOT stare at right now. “What kind of question…?” I croak. The nurse tells me to give one last push and I do, letting out the loudest scream I could possibly muster up.

And then….the pressure is gone.

I hear Shawn soft voice “Hi, baby” immediately followed by the first cry of our baby. I use the rest of my energy to lift my head up. I see the doctor holding up a little tiny person in front of me. “Well…how about that” he says to Shawn and I see my husband’s eyes go extremely wide. “What?! What?!” I panic.

Shawn turns to me, a tear falling down his cheek “Better paint the nursery pink” he chuckles.

also it’s really hard to just talk to people about Being Sick in a calm and objective manner. to have discussions about this without casually adding “which, yknow, makes me so scared and upset i can’t function!” like the doctors ask how its impacting my life and i kinda just wanna say “I AM SO SCARED OF THIS I EXIST IN A NEVER ENDING CYCLE OF OBSESSING ABOUT IT AND TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT PLEASE HELP ME” instead of like “Well, my hands dont work good.”

i mean there is an appropriate way to communicate that to a doctor but my point is i guess it’s very strange to discuss something that is a perpetual source of existential dread and despair, and have that conversation look no different than a conversation about like an ear infection or a broken bone.

I shared a pic that said “Keep calm and run like a penguin with its arse on fire” on facebook and someone tagged their boyfriend in the comments and was like “🐧❤” but ,,,,,,,,, you don’t understand this isn’t a post about fluffy penguins and you and your boyfriend’s shared love for penguins it’s actually a post about a madman in a blue box traveling through time and space please don’t use my nerdy posts for your cringey teenage romance

the signs when they're drinking
  • aries: *pokes person's face* dude. your face. is so. soft.
  • taurus: *non stop flirt machine*
  • gemini: weeeeeell i have NO CONTROL over what I'm saying rn so I'm going to tell you ALL my secrets and idgaf so settle down and enjoy the show
  • cancer: *speaks so fast they tell you their whole damned life story in about 3 and a half minutes - from birth to that point in time. and you didn't understand half of it*
  • leo: you know what? I really, really, reaaally love me. and you too ofc. but also me
  • virgo: *sits on the floor and is so confused* how did I get here? who are you? what is this place?
  • scorpio: *doesn't really get too drunk because they know their limits and they prefer to laugh at the drunken misadventures of others rather than get pissed*
  • sagittarius: if they were blunt before, its nothing compared to now. and the flush is so real
  • capricorn: *might drink a little but is quite a heavyweight and is so nice and calm and help libra fix everything up*
  • pisces: literally can't even stand but starts talking really really loud
Humans keeping supernatural beings as prisoners/lab rats AU Starters
  • Let me go!
  • In this experiment, I'm going to see just how silver effects you.
  • Are the straps too tight?
  • If you try to attack me, I'll kill you. Treat me nice, we'll have a good day. Deal?
  • Don't do this. I'm still a person at heart.
  • Just kill me already! Please.
  • I'm keeping here for your own safety. Some people are calling for the eradication of your species.
  • I can study you. You have a great number of things to teach us.
  • Are you hungry?
  • I'm so hungry.
  • I need some clothes.
  • It's bath time.
  • I'll tell you anything you want to know, just don't hurt me.
  • I'm going to rip your fucking head off when I get out of here!
  • Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I can rip your throat out!
  • I brought you some clothes.
  • Can I drink from you?
  • There's a full moon tonight.
  • I've taken proper precautions to make sure you do not escape.
  • You think bars and binds can keep me in here?
  • Don't make me hurt you?
  • Please, have mercy on me.
  • Do you want to watch tv with me?
  • Is it hard being turned into a ___?
  • I can turn you.
  • Does it hurt?
  • So were you a doctor before you decided to mess with the supernatural?
  • Don't put your faith in such trinkets.
  • You won't catch us all.
  • I like being what I am because it's fun!
  • I want to gorge on your blood.
  • Calm down! I've come to help you.
  • Just let me go.
  • I'm going to set you free.
  • Is there a way to reverse what you are?
  • I'm not some god damned lab rat for you to poke and prod
  • You may want to slip in a thermometer, I'm feeling a little hot, Doctor.
  • I'll tell you my story, if you tell me yours.
  • Do you fear me?
  • You don't scare me
What Are Friends For Ch. 3

An Undertale fan fiction

Written by Ichiwashername-o

Summary: We travel back in time and learn of Dr. Gaster and his horrific experiments.

Rating: Viewer discretion advised.  Contains swearing, trauma, and psychological horror

Cast: Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, W.D. Gaster, and others

[CH.1] [CH.2] [Ch.3] [CH. 4] [CH.5] [CH.6]


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*gets on soap box*

Ok guys… I’m just as excited about Steven Moffat moving on from Doctor Who as the rest of us, but please PLEASE don’t hate on him like he totally ruined the show. He has brought us some of the best Doctor Who episodes ever made. He deserves better ok. Please stop the Moffat hate! SERIOUSLY.

*gets off soap box*


Victorian Sherlolly

Part Two

(Part One found here: http://thesherlollykiss.tumblr.com/post/103201405439/victorian-sherlolly-part-one-will-she-be)

“Doctor Hooper.” Sherlock greeted the young woman with a short nod of his head as he stepped out of his room on to the upstairs hallway, catching Molly just as she closed the door behind her.

“Mr Holmes!” She responded, a little flustered at the unexpected company. Elizabeth had said her father would not be home that evening. “I was just visiting Elizabeth.” She explained herself, holding herself tall as she spoke to the master of the house. “Her collarbone is healing quite nicely and the bruises are nearly all gone.” She said with a fleeting smile as he looked over to his daughters closed door. She did not speak of the other reasons for her late unscheduled stop at the Holmes Household, the fact that the young Holmes girl was becoming a woman and being absent a mother meant she had many questions she did not feel comfortable asking her father. Molly understood the girls troubles, knowing books could only teach a girl so much, and sometimes you needed a comforting hug which a book could not provide. The man merely peered down at her, his hands clasped behind his back as his head tilted to the side in that way that always made Molly feel as if she were under examination. And with Mister Holmes it was likely she was.

“I think you’re visits are a matter I need to discuss with you, Doctor Hooper.” He straightened his back and Molly felt very much as if she were about to attacked. “They are far too frequent, even with the concerns of the health for my daughters mind, it should not be required for more than one house call a week.” He cleared his throat as if his words were trying to come out so many and so fast that he had to swallow them back to keep control. “This past week I have seen you three times, this being the fourth and one I was not aware of. I will have to begin questioning your motives, what is so important with my daughter that requires this amount of contact? Especially when you insist I cannot be in attendance. Are you scheming of some kind behind my back, influencing her fragile mind? Or am I to only question your competency as a medical professional? As one of the only women in your field I must admit you are not what I was brought to expect.” He practically sneered as he accused her of these things.

“Mister Holmes!” She stepped forward, an action she immediately regretted as she was suddenly much closer to the man that made her blood boil in her face and pulse quicken than was decent. “Your daughter is a young woman, you may not choose to accept that but she is turning into a fine young woman indeed. I am her doctor and with that I am a source of information and support to her, I advice you now not to cause the girl further distress by not only keeping secrets but sending away the people willing to listen to her, as you put it, her fragile mind!” She tilted her chin defiantly, a bold move that had her internally shaking but she willed her body to stay strong.

“We do not need you, Doctor Hooper.” He spoke with a forced calmness, stressing her title. “We have not needed anyone since she was a infant and that is not going to change because of your sentiment.” He matched her step forward with his own, it took him a moment to realise this was the closest he’d even been to her before. His eyes were sharp with a simmering anger, something Molly could relate to, his lips in a firm line of disapproval. “I do not wish to see you in my home again unless I have scheduled the appointment with you myself.”

She tried to keep calm, telling herself not to react to his rudeness, but she was almost vibrating with frustration as tears stung her eyes. She spoke in a low tone that even frightened her with its anger as she tried to keep her voice steady. “You are an arrogant man, Mister Holmes. An arrogant man and a fool. I am a good doctor, and while you may not like me, as you have made abundantly clear, I am the best person at this moment for Elizabeth. I warn you now, Sir, if you continue to push your daughter and those she tries to speak to away then I expect it will not be long before she leaves just as your wife did.” She almost gasped at her own words and she knew she had gone too far. Before he could respond she turned away, grabbing her doctors bag from the side of the door and rushing down the stairs at a pace that was surely unladylike. She was fleeing, scared about what she had said, scared about how mad he made her feel, scared about what more could have happened if she had stayed.

She hurried out of the house and only on the other side did she allowed herself a moment to exhale the air she had been holding in her lungs. She was in trouble. He could make a formal complaint about her behaviour and the board were already waiting for any excuse to retract a woman’s medical licence. But Lord, she had never been that angry with anyone before in her life, so why did he cause such a stirring in her?

On the other side of the house Sherlock’s posture shrunk, his knuckles white from where he held his hands so tightly together behind him finally flooding with colour as he leant on the banister to watch her leave, the door closing quickly behind her. “I believe you are right, Molly Hooper. I believe you are quite right indeed.” He said quietly to himself before turning to retreat to his rooms. But perhaps with her presence no longer lingering in his home, she would soon stop plaguing his mind also.

Part Three can be found here http://thesherlollykiss.tumblr.com/post/103376658184/victorian-sherlolly-part-three-part-one


this time next week, i will be drunk behind the couch because my doctor who ep will be out in the world

Angst Sentence Starters
  • "It's okay to cry."
  • "I don't mind. It's okay."
  • "Calm down!"
  • "Stop it. Now!"
  • "Please don't look at me."
  • "Don't make me do this."
  • "I can't."
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "I'm in hospital."
  • "I'm not actually a doctor, I can't do anything!"
  • "I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."
  • "Please don't."
  • "Don't make me say it."
  • "You already know."
  • "Tell me you're okay."
  • "Look at me and promise it's all right."
  • "The world's not as bad as you think it is."
  • "Stay with me."
  • "It's... a lot of blood.."
  • "Stop the bleeding!"
  • "Help me."
  • "Please."
  • "You won't hurt me."
  • "I trust you."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "But... I love you."
  • "You're the only family I have left."
  • "They're gone. It's just me."
  • "Let's not get into it. Nobody likes a sob-story."
  • "I'm basically angsty background 101."
  • "Don't act like you haven't noticed!"
  • "Listen to me. Listen. Please."
  • "I'm trying to help you."
  • "Stay with me, okay?"
  • "It's all right. You'll be fine."
  • "Call an ambulance and find a defibrillator. Now!"
  • "Ex--excuse me, do you know CPR?"
I am at the hospital for a check up during Nintendo's SSB new character announcement
  • Me: *getting blood pressure checked and it comes up 125/something I forget*
  • Nurse: Beautiful! Your blood pressure is so much bettwr this time. The doctor will be around in ten minutes to talk to you.
  • Me: *checks twitter feed and sees Lucina and Robin have been confirmed playable*
  • Me: ?!?!
  • Me: ixbavdkfkfbefbd *inward screech of joy*
  • At this point the doctor comes in I try to calm myself down and he decides to check my blood pressure again just to be sure
fic: Time Will Tell, p29/?

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“Take two,” he murmured cheekily, before thrusting into her, condom firmly in its rightful place.

Neither of them was inclined to take things slowly this time, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to spur his movements on. “All right?” he asked distractedly, as he moved back and forth.

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anonymous asked:

I have a really weird head cannon that medic is really bad at the game operation even though he Is a doctor and gets really frustrated and starts swearing in German and stuff and ranting about how it's not even medically correct

Oh my God, yes!

“Jesus, Medic, calm down, it’s just a game.” Sniper grumbled, he’d been awoken from his nap by loud German cursing. 

“I am a doctor- Well, I was at one point- I can play this stupid game!” Another buzzer noise and Medic let out a  list of swears that Sniper guessed had they been translated to English, would surprise even Demo. 

“Spy, can you take of this?” Sniper muttered, waving his hand up to the top bunk, where Spy was polishing his knife collection. A perfectly polished silver knife with a snake slithering around the handle flew and landed directly between Sniper’s fingers. “Bloody hell, you both need to calm down." 

"Do not touch my bunk!” Spy hissed and there was another buzzer noise and loud swearing from Medic. Sniper sighed and leaned back in his bed. 

“Nein! Dies ist äußerst anatomisch ungenau, verdammt dieses dumme Spiel! ”

This is gonna be a long night, He thought to himself.

Hi!!! I have been a huge fan of your writings!!! Just wanna request a Kai fic where you were late for a date becoz you were sick but he didn’t know so he was mad, but you just kept apologizing. But plz make it a happy/fluff ending ^^ Thx!! Love ya <3

Your head pounded as you stood in front of the mirror, attempting to get ready for your date with Kai. What started out as a small cold a few days ago has now manifested itself into an all out sickness.

You slathered some foundation on your cold, pale, clammy skin to no avail. Every attempt for you to try to look relatively human was failing.

Normally, when you were feeling this crappy, you would cancel all plans and wrap yourself in a blanket burrito and hibernate. But you haven’t seen Jongin face-to-face in a month,.You weren’t missing this date come Hell or high water.

You lifted your hands to try to put your hair up, only to have your head start spinning and your breath going short.

Leaning against the sink to try to regain your equilibrium, you unlocked your phone to check the time.

6:15 pm

You weren’t meeting Jongin until 7:30, so you decided to rest for just a little bit. Dropping everything, you flopped onto your bed, melting into the soft covers and allowing your heavy eyelids to close.

Just for a little bit, ______.

What’s that noise? Whose calling?

You rolled over and grabbed your phone.

7:45 pm

Shouting many obscenities, you realized you forgot to take your phone off vibrate. After sifting through the various missed phone calls and texts, you frantically tore through your house, getting ready at the speed of light.

Running out the door, you called Jongin and tried to ignore the turning of your stomach.

“______ where are you?”

“I’m so sorry, Jongie. I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there as soon as possible. I’m just running a little late. I’ll be there in just a little bit, okay?” You could hear the disappointment and annoyance in his voice. You knew he was pissed.

“Hurry, ______. I can’t stay much longer.”

“I know! I know! I’m en route as we speak.” You stood on the street and tried your best to hail a taxi, but you could barely shout with your hoarse voice and sore throat. Finally, one pulled over and you climbed in.

“Alright. Just be careful, alright? Don’t put yourself in danger trying to get over here any faster. You don’t sound very good. All you alright?”

Of course not, but you weren’t going to make him feel guilty. You needed to see him. Especially since you’re feeling like death thawed over.

“I’ll be better once I see you. I’m about five minutes away. I’ll see you soon.” You both said your goodbyes and you directed the taxi driver where to go. With every twist and turn of the road, your head spun and your stomach lurched.

“Ma'am are you okay? You don’t look so good.” The taxi driver looked at your through the rear-view mirror with concern in his eyes.

“I’ve been better, but I’ll be okay. Thank you for your concern. There he is! You can just pull over here.” The driver pulled up to the curb and you threw the money at him, clambering out the vehicle, willing your limbs to hold you upright.

You straightened your skirt and made your way over to Jongin, who was standing outside of the restaurant, staring at his phone.

“Jongin, why are you till outside? It’s freezing!”  You were careful to approach because a) he was probably upset and b) you were probably contagious and didn’t want to risk him getting sick as well.

“They don’t seat you unless your entire party has arrived.” He didn’t look too upset, but you could tell he was a tad bit annoyed. He weakly smiled at you and confusion furrowed his brow when he got a good look at you.

“_____ are you alright? You’re shaking. Is it really that cold?” You were shaking from your fever, but you didn’t want to worry him so you attempted to brush it off.

“No, I’ve just got a chill is all. I’m fine. Let’s go eat, I’m starving!” You haven’t been able to keep food down for a solid two days.

Jongin lead you into the dimly lit restaurant and approached the hostess.

“Hi, reservation for Kim Jongin. The rest of my party was fashionably late.” He playfully nudged you and you tried to stay upright when your head started doing cartwheels from the sudden movement.

The hostess flipped through her reservations and looked apologetically at the both of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s policy that if the party doesn’t arrive fifteen minutes from the reservation, we have to give away the table. We just sat another couple at your table.” The hostess pointed towards an elderly couple sitting at the table you and Jongin usually reserved.

“We just barely missed the fifteen minute mark! Isn’t there another table available?!” Jongin started to raise his voice in frustration. You rubbed the back of his arm to try to calm him down, but he just pulled away.

“I’m sorry, we’re completely booked for the night. Would you like to make another reservation?” The hostess was trying her best, but Jongin was just not having it.

“No that’s fine. I’ll just take my starving girlfriend all over town to try and find somewhere to eat. Thank you for your time.” Jongin pulled you out of the restaurant and stood outside, thinking of what to do next. 

“Jongin, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about the…”

“Where were you?” Jongin interrupted you and just stared at you. “We’ve been planning this for weeks. Why were you late?”

“I fell asleep because…”

“You what?! _____ in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t get to spend a lot of time with you because I don’t have a lot of free time. Every second I get to steal away is valuable and precious to me. You know that yet you decided that a nap was more important than me.” You could feel the hurt in his words, but at the same time he was being awfully hasty with the judgement.

“No, Jongin. Listen…” You all of a sudden felt light-headed and tried to grab onto him for support. He quickly snaked his arm away from your grasp and began to pace down the sidewalk.

“It’s a complete disregard for my time and feelings. I was so excited to get to spend some time with you and now I have to leave in fifteen minutes so I can get back to the dorm and get some sleep.”

Everything began to spin and your breathing became labored and shallow.

“Jongin..” you could barely whisper.

“No, _____. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’ve really hurt my feelings and I just don’t know if…”

The last thing you remember was the growing darkness in your field of vision and a sharp pain in the back of your head.

You pulled your eyes open, only to shut them again from the blinding light above you. You shielded your eyes with a hand and noticed an IV coming out of it.

You sat up and investigated the room you were in.

Why am I in a hospital bed? What happened?

The sound of soft snoring interrupted your train of thought. You glanced over and saw Jongin completely passed out. You almost laughed at the strange contortion of his body so that he could be comfortable.

At the sound of your stifled laughter, he opened his eyes and rushed over to the bed, grabbing your clammy hands.

“____ how are you feeling?” Worry and guilt covered his face. He gently eased you back onto the bed.

“I’m okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jongin asked as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb and pushed the hair out of your face with his free hand.

“I was trying to but…”

“But I was too busy preaching from my soap box to notice.” He pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down, You could tell he felt guilty for being upset with you, but you knew he was legitimately hurt. You gently brushed his cheek with your hand and gave him a smile to know you weren’t upset.

“No, no. You had every right to be upset. It’s alright.”

“If you were sick, we could have rescheduled.”

“I know, it’s just that I miss you so much and I really wanted to see you.” You pouted and fiddled with the loose strings of Jongin’s hoodie as he scooted his chair closer to the bed.

“Well, you’ll get your wish. The doctor says its an upper respiratory infection. You need rest and lots of fluids, so I will be making sure you get both.” He kissed the back of your hands and held them close to his heart.

“Ooh, so we’ll be playing doctor, will we?” You bit your lip and lifted an eyebrow at your cheeky little joke.

“Calm yourself.”


Ugh. I’ve had an upper respiratory infection and let me tell you it is no fun. Anywhoo I AM ONLY FIVE FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300 YOU GUYS!!! Wow. Also, I will be up at Lake Eerie for the latter half of the week so this will probably be my last post for a bit. I will be bringing my laptop with me to feed my Tumblr/YouTube addiction, but I don’t know if I’ll have time to knock out a request while I’m on vacay.

P.S. Expect an pretty big announcement and a fun event once I hit 300!