like a heart transplant

Oncologist! Jihoon

Originally posted by lobeu-my-carrots

  • Is amazing at his job
  • He’s known as a hard ass to work with but everyone looks up to him
  • Is an amazing surgeon
  • All the interns had a love hate relationship with them
  • He was super strict but was considered on of the top oncologists in the country so it was an honour to work with him
  • If they ever brought up or made fun of his height he would make their rotation with him a living hell
  • He knew he was short, he didn’t need reminding. But if you really wanna make fun of the guy who is one the best oncologists in Korea maybe even the world you kinda deserve it
  • Workaholic to the max
  • It was once rumored that he sold his apartment and just lived in the on-call room
  • Seriously, it’s live he never left though

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something dark and a little angsty for Xanxus and Squalo? Like their s/o needs a heart transplant and they're going to get one, by any means necessary. (Haha sorry it's super specific)

//Nah be as specific as you want I really don’t mind. Squalo’s turned out longer than expected and Xaxnus’s shorter than I expected//

//On a side note: a heart transplant surgery requires approximately 4 hours//

Xanxus

5 hours left…

It was after a raid. A raid in which he once held great pride over.

It was an assassination of a alcohol company - which in itself wouldn’t have been notable, but this time it was a special sort of mission commissioned by the scum of a boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, himself. Not that Xanxus really listened to him, he would’ve gone after the target anyways. After all, any rats tainting the Vongola name must be exterminated.

He got the general gist of what they stole: a powerful formula to disable the circulatory system. Turns out they’ve been planning to sneak it through the border in one of their branded wine barrels.

Time, location, numbers, and percentage - it’s all he needed. Scum was scum no matter what they stole. It didn’t matter to him.

Later that week, Squalo and the men he deployed came back with crates full of tequila and bourbon.

He barely lost any of his men (not that he cared as much - anything was better to get Squalo over his bitching), the mission succeeded within the calculated time, got rid of the rats and more, the worst injury the Varia dealt was an amputated leg, and the best part of all, he barely had to get off his ass.

And he had you to thank for it.

Not that he would admit it outright of course. But being the newest member of the Varia Elite, you took over as Squalo’s other half in battle; a competent leader with sharp instincts. Ever since you came, the rate of successful missions went up by four percent and well, let’s just say missions weren’t the only thing you succeeded at.

It was no secret you and Xanxus were in some sort of physical and emotional bond. It wasn’t a normal “relationship” per say but at least he actually gave a damn about you.

So to celebrate, Xanxus took you out on a nice date (which never happened to hookers or escorts he brought home before you).

That night, you confessed going steady.

“Let’s stop beating around the bush like some Disney rom-com. I like you Xanxus. More than just a fuck buddy- err… fuck subordinate?”

That night, you felt like you heart stopped when he said “yes”.

“I wouldn’t have taken scum out on a fucking date, idiot. You were mine to begin with.”

“Well, aren’t you prince charming?”

“Shut the fuck up and drink your wine. I’m giving you time until I finish this bottle. I’ve been dying to fuck your over my-.”

“Dammit Xanxus we’re in public.”

That night, you mumbled the sweetest words in his ears.

That night, you kissed him like it was your last.

That night, you were embraced by his warmth and love.

That night, you slept together.

That night, you never woke up.

Xanxus was greeted with your cold and unmoving body - the first thought he had was to quickly grab his guns and shoot the bastard who killed you. But after he sensed he was alone, he quickly grabbed you and hunted down Lussuria.

Turns out the raid you led wasn’t as successful as he initially thought. The worst immediate injury was an amputated leg. The worst, torturous injury was a biochemical pathogen from the small cut on your leg.

He had so little time - having not noticed you were slowly decaying from the inside out all night. And even less time when he went on a rampage trying to kill anything to sate his wrath. Squalo eventually shook him out of it when he said you needed a heart transplant now or else.

4 hours left…

Turns out, he couldn’t find a single donor or sacrifice that was compatible with you. And your breath was already fleeting by the second. Your skin was paling, a patchwork of purple and blue from your corroded flames. Spasms, foaming, and speech inability.

It sickened him to see you like this. He felt so powerless. It was like being encapsulated in that fucking ice again. Awake but unable to act.

3 hours, 59 minutes left…

Eventually he did find one. One in his immediate vicinity that was guaranteed at least 99% of your survival. Time was ticking and he had to make a choice. It was either you-

3 hours, 58 minutes left…

- or one of his most loyal men -

3 hours, 57 minutes left…

Superbi Squalo.

Squalo

You weren’t exactly the most physically strong, nor were you psychologically. So it was a wonder why you ever betrothed a man that required both. It was a taxing relationship, sure, but you loved your prideful little shark. Despite his profession, he was one of the most respectful individual you’ve ever met. He was protective but not possessive. He was constantly on edge and stressed from work yet always made time for you. He gave you his loyalty and love, which you returned with equal, if not more, ardor.

His favourite place to spend time with you was your in your family’s cafe. Good coffee, wine, desserts, and company. What more could he want? It was also there that he first met you. You weren’t a civilian to say, but you definitely weren’t involved in the mafia completely either. So when you saw his bloodied and ragged half-dead body in the back alleyway of your family’s shop, you hid and nursed him back to health. He wasn’t exactly the picture-perfect guest with his incessant screaming and refusal to accept aid but you somehow managed to come to an agreement when you told him he wasn’t indebted to you.

(You later found out it was because he didn’t want to endanger you or your family because of your kindness.)

Not that he agreed before he left. After a couple months of absence, Squalo suddenly showed up to your doorstep, in guise of wanting to “pay off his debt”. Your family took him in with open arms; your mother always waggling her eyebrows at you whenever you were alone with him and your father patting him on the back after protecting the store from some spiteful reviewers.

Your relationship followed naturally after that. You sought his respectable and sometimes adorable demeanor and he sought after your solace in contrast to his cruel world.

What he should’ve expected was that cruel world following his trail.

It was the a chilly fall day. He was heading over to the cafe after his meeting with an allied famiglia took longer than he expected. In his pocket was a wedding ring. Not one for dramatics, he already confessed that he’d propose to you sometime in the near future and you already said yes.

Squalo knew not to fall in love, to allow his loyalty to split between the man he’d follow til death and the woman he’d love until death did you part. He also knew the innate dangers that would follow you and yet you still agreed. He told you about everything - the stress, dangers, betrayal, trust - it wasn’t like he wanted to deter you away from him but he needed to.

Despite all that, you still remained loyal.

Too bad that loyalty costed you your life.

He heard gunshots and screaming from your direction.

He rushed over as fast as he could.

But it was too late.

The windows were shattered, civiliians ran, and the gunner shot himself. In the middle was you - bloodied and just barely hanging on the last thread of life with your parents desperately trying to reach the paramedics.

Squalo’s heart cracked and steeled, calling Lussuria and Mammon on the phone. Deaths weren’t uncommon, hell, being in the Varia meant facing certain doom on the daily. But seeing to someone he cared for like this? …resurfaced painful memories.

You were rushed to the mafia’s top private medics while your parents wept silently in the waiting room. Squalo blamed himself, he blamed the damn meeting, and the damn gunner. But he had to stay calm - if not for himself, for you and your parents.

When news came that you needed a heart transplant, he his heart nearly split in two. He knew from experience how fucking painful a heart transplant was. There wasn’t even a word to describe the sensation. But above all else, he knew that a compatible donor was extremely difficult to find.

And lo and behold, there were no donors in the vicinity.

You only had a couple hours left. Time was ticking.

He had to make a split second decision.

No donors, but two sacrifices.

He ground his teeth together, knowing that you could never forgive him after this - he wouldn’t either.

He steeled his heart, and made sure his blade was sharpened. It was. It always was.

He loomed over the crying pair.

He whispered sweet nothings to your parents, reassuring your survival.

They tried to smile and comfort him as well through the salty tears and hoarse wails.

He steeled his heart.

To save you.

So my brain imagined that Grif has used the very old trick of placing some sacks under his blanket and make it look like a body, so Simmons will be bitching at the sack (now named Zack, ‘cause it deserves a name) instead of Grif whenever he is hiding somewhere else ‘cause he really needs a nap. And then Simmons will be scolding the sack, bicker with it, and when he receives no reply he ends up stumbling right into a love-confession.
Like:

“Hey, fatass! Get up before Sarge decides to shoot you again! You know he’s just waiting for an excuse to open the new supply of shotgun shells we just received.
Grif, I know you’re not sleeping – I’m not hearing any snores!
You can’t just count on me to wake you up every time. There’s a reason why I gave that alarm clock. And you can’t keep saying it’s broken because I fucking saw you remove the batteries. That’s not broken – that’s vandalism!
Seriously? You’re really just gonna ignore me like that? Way to prove Wash right, Grif. You are immature.
…No come-back? What, are you pissed or something? The alarm clock was a good gift – it was for your own fault! I don’t know if you just prefer Sarge’s beating or…
Is it because I threw out your snack cakes? You know they’re not good for you! Just because you don’t care if you die from a heart attack doesn’t mean I can’t try to change your disgusting habits. So sulk all you want – this is just tough love! I mean, not love like… You know what I mean! I don’t care about you like that – not that I don’t care, ‘cause if I didn’t care, I’d let you die from your damn heart attack, you slob, and I can’t let you break my heart like that! Uh, my heart as in the transplanted organ not –“

“Why are you talking with Zack?”

“Grif?! Wha- how are you-? Wait, what- Who’s Zack?!”

*Grif walks over and pulls away the blanket, revealing the sack filled with Donut’s and Doc’s organic vegetables* “Gotta find some use for this stuff.”

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

Bonus would be Donut sitting next to the bed, emptying his heart for hours, believing Grif to be a very good listener, and Sarge finally revealing Zack and conclude that Zack is still a better soldier than Grif.

How To Mend a Broken Heart

by Alex O’Brien, Mosaic Science

Haskell Karp was 37 when he suffered his first heart attack, and over the next ten years he suffered a variety of related problems. By 1969 even the slightest effort, like combing his hair or brushing his teeth, would bring on chest pain or extreme shortness of breath. There are four grades of heart failure under the classification determined in 1928 by the New York Heart Association; Karp’s was classified as grade IV, the most severe.

The surgeon who treated him at St Luke’s Hospital, Texas, in 1969 was an energetic man called Denton Cooley. “The man had a big dilated heart and I hoped we could reduce the size of that heart, so it could regain some of its own function,” says Cooley. But Karp did not respond well to the treatment; half of his heart was beyond repair. Cooley had expected this. He’d discussed it with Karp before the surgery: “I don’t think your heart’s going to be strong enough to tolerate this operation,” he’d told him. But Cooley had made a suggestion: if Karp’s heart were to be too weak at the end of the operation, how about taking a replacement ­– an experimental artificial heart they’d been developing in the lab.

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Master Billaba stepped into the computer room, apparently wanting to put an end to an awkward conversation.  “I think that’s enough, Caleb.  Excuse us, Master Kenobi.  We value your time.”

- A New Dawn, pg. 9

I love how he’s not even her Padawan yet and she already acts like she’s responsible for him.  I’m going to need a heart transplant after the comic.

I imagine Depa develops a very useful long-range ability to know exactly when Caleb’s running his mouth, to the point of distinguishing between ‘he’s been asking questions for thirty solid minutes’ and ‘he’s shit-talking someone four times his size and I should intervene before I’m minus an apprentice’.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds

Let me quote from my friend Shakespeare (LOL)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
  If this be error and upon me proved,
  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


This week has seen a Clark whose love doesn’t alter. It was obviously a losing battle what with him fighting it all by himself. And he knows it too. Leah has long left the battlefield to attend to her own wounds. Here is a guy who knows that he’s going to lose in the end but still fights with every ounce of strength he has. So whatever little chance he can get to be with Leah, he grabs hold of - with both hands.

It’s heartbreaking and inspiring to see at the same time - seeing Clark wooing Tatang the old Filipino fashion. We’ve lost that haven’t we? Guys courting the girls’ family. Making an effort to get to know the family members. Providing service by doing household chores. You see married couple these days who are complete strangers to their in laws. I like what Tolayts said “Mas lalo nyo nga po syang dapat kilalanin kasi parte na sya ng pamilya nyo” The sad thing about the generation now is that most parents don’t have the luxury of time to get to know their kids. Their kids grow up, gets married, and have their own families and there’s no effort at all to get to know that extended branch of your family. OTWOL shows us that it shouldn’t be the case. I liked that Tatang Sol really wanted to know Clark. I loved that “kasal o hindi kasal, babawiin ko sya sa’yo” It shows us two guys who love the same girl but in totally different levels. Your father is always your first love. No other love can equate that. What you can have though, is a love that can somehow match, if not surpass the unconditional love a dad has for his daughter. And Clark was a perfect picture of that guy. It’s an ideal love; hence, my reference to Sonnet 116. A love that would not change no matter the circumstance. A love that will endure anything. A love that can stand the test of honest talks (inuman), perseverance (pag-iigib), simple joys (playtime with kids and videoke) and trust (jeepney ride - Tatang values his jeepney and Leah so much). A love that makes a man become the man he ought to be. You were given a glimpse of a guy who would literally do anything for the girl he loves. And who would take whatever chance he has to be with her - no matter how limiting it can be. It’s totally awe-inspiring but it’s also heartbreaking. Because it was all false hope. Clark is at the edge of the cliff, he’s trying to hold on; whereas Leah is all set to fall - trying to untangle her fingers from Clark’s grip - letting go.

I’ve read a lot of negative comments this week about Leah by the way. They keep saying Leah should stop being “pabebe” or “pakipot”. There’s even one comment that says something along the lines of “have you forgotten what you guys were doing in SanFo?all those kisses you shared?” And I have to ask, is that all there is to it for you? Is that really how you think of Leah’s predicament? That it’s too shallow? That she’s being too hard on Clark? I’d like you to take a step back, then try on Leah’s shoes for a moment. How do you think it will cost to learn that what you believed in your ENTIRE LIFE is nothing but a lie?

There’s this childhood neighbor I grew up with. We used to be sort of friends. We felt a little envious of her - the life she leads. Her family’s well off, her parents provide her with everything she wants (take note: want, not need) She has a what you can call an “ideal family”. Her dad’s earning well and her mom’s a full time housewife and a mother. And she’s actually real close with her parents. Fourth year high school, she found out she’s adopted. She took it real hard. She left their house and tried looking for her real parents. She found her biological mom. Turns out, she used to be a maid in their house and her boyfriend got her pregnant but they can’t afford to have a baby due to lack of finances. Her biological dad left her mom, and they recently found out he’s dead. Her adoptive parents paid her real mom a large sum of money in exchange for her because they’re both incapable of reproducing. Let’s call this old friend Lost. So when Lost learned all the facts, she didn’t like it. She felt betrayed, and she felt cheap: like a sack of rice getting bartered to a few nickels. She literally lost her way: she cuts classes to go party, she’s done alcohol, drugs, orgies. Then she got pregnant and she went home. She left her son with her adoptive parents. She wasn’t even sure who the father was. A couple of months after, we learned that she’s pregnant again but she’s high on drugs all the time. She went to rehab and put her daughter up for adoption. Then she came back to town - a changed woman. About a year ago, she met a guy, they got married and she’s pregnant again. She tried to find the people who adopted her daughter, but they already left the country and there’s no way to contact them.

Okay, going back to Leah, that’s a totally different scenario. The only significant similarity? Lost and Leah? They both believed in a lie their entire life. And please, don’t start with “She doesn’t even know Nanang’s reasons. She should listen to Nanang first”. Really. You’re only saying that because you already know the plot behind Nanang’s lies. If you didn’t, trust me, you’d have the same issues as Leah. Can we even take note of the fact that this entire deal not only affected Leah, but Manang Tiffany as well? Tolayts was right there! He has his chance. Tiffany was already into him. That “Hindi ako yung taong mag-aasawa. Dahil yang pag-ibig na yan, hindi totoo yan!” If that doesn’t spell trauma for you, then I don’t know what does. Because I see Leah and I see a wounded soul. And she’s lost right now. Just when she’s starting to find herself - her new self, an identity apart from the Leah living behind Nanang’s shadow - here comes Clark. Imagine how hard it is for her to fight against her love for him and her principles. Because ultimately, if she chooses Clark, it would go against who she is as a person - someone who upholds her family and dignity over anything. The struggle to NOT BE the person you hate? That’s real hard you know. Because consciously or unconsciously, there’s always going to be instances where you can’t deny the power of nurture versus nature.

I love that OTWOL in Manila actually mirrors OTWOL in San Francisco. Have you noticed it right along with me? Let me round it up for you. 

First, Leah and Clark almost bumping into each other on that corner of the street (cue Geary street and Montgomery street here please)

Second, Tatang Sol remarking “Maryosep! May galit ka ba sa damit?” (the first time Leah walked in on Clark bare chested while she’s sipping juice “Juskolord! May mga tao talagang galit sa damit no?”)

Third, drunk Clark making the moves on Leah (Leah trying to get Clark to kiss her when she got drunk on a wedding party)

Fourth, Clark trying to talk to Leah about Nanang (Leah even cooking for Clark to get him to talk about his dad only to get him be like “bad vibes naman oh”)

Fifth, Clark and Leah singing videoke (OFW Kapamilya Day song performance)

Most powerful parallel for me though is that Manila gets to see a playful and bubbly Clark while Leah gets all moody on us. San Francisco showed us the exact opposite: Clark was the grumpy one; Leah’s the ball of positive energy. These two lines really spell out the obvious change:

“Namiss ko kayong dalawa. Pero mas namiss kita”

“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you smile”

I miss the old Leah. I wonder how long this indecisiveness is going to take. Actually no, she’s not indecisive because she’s already decided to let go of Clark. What baffles the mind is how long she can keep herself from realizing that there’s no stopping the inevitable.

You know what’s funny though? I look at Leah’s predicament and I can’t help but compare it to Kidney Failure. It’s like she has a family history of Kidney Failure. Each member who died of it tried dialysis but they only got worse. At their later stage of kidney failure, they were all lucky to be subjected to kidney transplants but they all ended up rejecting the kidneys. And here she is diagnosed with an early stage of Kidney Failure and by some miracle, a healthy kidney appears and all she needs to do is say yes to the transplant, or she can start dialysis. And believe me when I say that Kidney Failure’s worse than Cancer. There’s a very slim chance of your body accepting the donor’s kidney. And dialysis is not a cure. With cancer, you can go through chemotherapy - early stages of cancer has seen the cells completely disappear with chemo alone; or you can just take out the affected area and surrounding organs (provided it’s not a vital part like your heart or brain). With Kidney Failure? Only Kidney Transplant gives you the chance to survive, and it’s a battle within. Your body system might reject the kidney and it’s all back to zero chance of survival for you. So if you can’t take the risk of getting a transplant, you might as well start the countdown; the clock’s ticking and it’s faster than you think - Tick - Tock - Tick - Tock!


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Kudos time! Can we just take a moment to appreciate the genius in Juan Miguel Severo? Were his poems specifically made for OTWOL Because it’s all too apt! I loved that last line best “Kapag sinabi kong mahal kita, ang ibig kong sabihin masaya ako dahil mahal, gaano man kahaba ang araw uuwi ako sa’yo”

Do we even have to praise James and Nadine’s ability to give us that giddy-butterflies-in-our-stomachs-screech-worthy “kilig” feel? Because I think its already a given. There’s just no denying the magic that this pair has. What was that in a Youtube video comment? ‘The sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife’ 

I’d give this week to the great Mr. Joel Torre. There’s just no denying that he’s a force to reckon with. When he cried, I cried with him. I felt like I’m in the zone and I disappointed my parents. His line “Ano ba'ko dito? Adorno? Walang halaga sa inyo ang opinyon ko? Tatang nyo'ko!” - that took me back to the time when I’ve given my mom utter disappointment. And his facial expression’s so on point! He doesn’t even have to say anything. You can see the hesitant approval in his eyes whenever Clark does something that meets his standards. You can see the silent resignation in him when he looked at Clark and Leah playing with the kids and realized that he has lost a part of his daughter - that she’s all grown up and she’s a part of Clark now. 

My favorite scene this week is surprisingly not an “almost” moment. Actually I have two favorites. Simply because it shows us the clear description of where our two characters stand. First is when Clark asked Leah to wear her ring again. 

“Leah you’re my wife and I love you You can’t blame me for wanting to see you. Leah I’m here for you Kung matatakot ka, matatakot kang kasama ako. Kung mahihirapan ka, mahihirapan kang kasama ako. Sayo pa rin ako”

Second, is when Leah and Clark had ‘the talk’ in the truck.

“Sa tingin ko, hindi muna tayo dapat nagkita. Hindi ka na dapat pumunta dito. Lalo lang tayong mahihirapan nyan“

That’s as clear as day - what each character’s fighting for. But can we blame them? 

By the way, two of my predictions for this week came true: Lola Pachang will spill the beans, and Jigs will save up in order to purchase his own ticket home. 

As for the preview: well, hello expectations! We meet again. To be honest, I’m actually looking forward for that to happen. Leah still rejecting the “kidney transplant” LOL. But I liked that Clark line “Mahal nga kita eh!” It’s as if love is the answer to every thing they’re facing in the world -  his love is. It brings me back to that William Shakespeare sonnet once again…after all, who doesn’t want that kind of great unchanging love?

anonymous asked:

I just got tumblr and have no idea how it works, so sorry if Im doing this wrong. My whole life Ive had surgeries like heart transplants and much more, but 3yr ago I was diagnosed w/ stage4 lymphoma. I did lot of chemo, but last fall I almost died. So I was put on the worst chemo and highest dose possible (without killing me) and I had to go into the hospital for weeks at a time. I saw your art on Pinterest and it really helped me, when I looked at it I forgot I was sick... I cant thank u enough

WHAT’S WITH THESE MESSAGES TODAY I AM GOING TO CRYYY

Why the Charmings Don’t Need a Positive Essay

Prompt (Anon): Can you please do a positive essay on Snow and Charming? It seems like whenever I try to defend them people always point to the “The Charmings: Unfit to Rule” essay and I don’t have anything to come back with, and it makes me feel stupid.

Oh no, Charming!Anon! Let me try and help. People have asked me to write a pro-Charmings essay a couple of times, now, but thinking about it makes me sigh and I have FINALLY figured out why.

Me trying to write this essay

It’s not that I’m reluctant to write a pro-Charmings essay because the Charmings aren’t awesome– I’m reluctant to write a pro-Charmings essay because the pro-Charmings essay IS THE ENTIRE SHOW.

THAT’S THE ESSAY EVERYBODY GO HOME GOODBYE

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WHAT IF A IS THE PERSON THAT GOT CHARLES' HEART AFTER HE DIED!?

I’ve watched enough TV to know that sometimes (its believed anyway) when you have a heart transplant, you feel and think like the person whose heart you got. Could this person be tending to charles’ “unfinished buissness” ? Getting revenge for him? Maybe thats why we’ll feel sorry for A, they’re just doing what Charles couldn’t.

the wackiest dream I’ve ever had was where I was watching an episode of Suite Life On Deck but the episode started with Miss whatsherface yellin the fuck out of Woody bc he failed his science final and he wouldn’t pass her class unless Something Extraordinary happened and Mosby was like “well what a coincidence I need a heart transplant, that could be his science final” and the teacher was like “what a great idea ok we’ll set it up for wednesday” and woody just freaked the Fuck out and was like “cody what am I gonna do I don’t know how to do a heart transplant” and I don’t really remember much between that and the surgery but apparently they did that trick where woody wore the coat but cody’s arms were in the arm holes so mosby couldn’t see him do the surgery but he was having a real hard time gettin shit right n he dropped the good heart like twice and apparently mosby wasn’t under anesthesia bc he was like “what was that” n they were like “nothing” at the same time n the audience had a good chuckle but it all turned out good in the end and once mosby was healed up he overheard woody n cody talking about how well it went n he confronted them but it was more like an “oh you scamps” and then they freezeframed and cut to credits

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Namjoon is a nurse. Jimin's in a coma. It wasn't supposed to happened, but Namjoon keeps finding himself walking into his room to check on him, on his way to places where he is actually needed, and suddenly he's sobbing to chick flicks and has trouble falling asleep, cause all he can think about is that beautiful boy on the sixth floor

and sometimes namjoon swears he can hear jimin giggling in his sleep, sometimes he passes out in jimin’s room, next to jimin’s bed and heS gotten into the habit of visiting at the end of each day to tell jimin about how his day went, about all the new patients and the old patients and that one senile old man on the 7th floor who keeps on trying to escape ‘you know today he actually made it down to the elevator before someone caught up to him’ and 'that kid on the transplant list got the heart he needed – he’s gonna be out of here in about half a month, isn’t that great? a brand new heart… wonder what it must feel like’ and hes running his fingers through jimin’s bangs, pressing his palm to jimin’s forehead wondering what jimin’s dreams are like, if he really is dreaming.

and then one day, the other nurses are super excited when namjoon comes into work and he’s about to ask what’s all the fuss about when hoseok shows up, out of breath and grinning huge, saying 'cmon! hurry up! he’s asking for you’ and namjoon 'who?’ hoseok 'oh don’t play stupid, c'mon hurry!’ and namjoon follows hoseok down the hall with his heart thumping too fast but /it can’t be… can it/?

and when he sees jimin sitting up, eyes finally open, its like namjoon’s the one who got the heart transplant, the thing in his chest feeling foreign and much too heavy, but too light all at the same time – he’s out of breath and doesn’t really know what to say, but jimin just smiles and says 'so how was your day today?’ and namjoon 'the best day ever–a miracle happened today’ and jimin 'oh yeah, and what’s that?’ and namjoon, walking up to jimin’s bedside, settling down and taking jimin’s hands, 'you’re awake.’

What happens when “egalitarian” and “pro-logic” people go to school and learn stuff they didn’t know before?


“How come black people fought to vote? Sounds like some sjw shit to me. All voters matter! Why didn’t they fight for equality? What about white voters?”

“How come hospitals only treat and prevent illnesses? Why can’t I get a heart transplant because I feel like it? This is some sjw bull!”

I have found that your presence
bewitches me, makes me feel
less heavy, more present
in that here and now
that I’ve heard so much about.

My limbs feel rooted here, wherever
you happen to be, like a house transplanted,
with none of its belongings removed.
And my heart still pumps the same blood
like any other 9-5, but with more meaning
in its daily grind, a skip to its step.

Everything feels easier, almost as if
this is always how it was meant to be
and I was just too thin to feel it,
too incomplete.

You speak to me as if I am
worth the experience, the talking to.
You don’t make me feel like gum on your shoe.

—  Brittany RubioPretty Swell.