It had been two weeks since you had slept with Jimin. It had been two weeks since you had pulled your brother Taehyung off of his best friend of years. It was then that you found out that you were just a piece in Jimin’s fucked up game. Using you to get his not so-ex-girlfriend back for cheating on him. It had been two weeks and the carpet burns on your knees were finally starting to heal. The scabs were long gone and all that was left was pink flesh, new skin, probably symbolizing that you were okay now. Except no matter how many times you showered, you couldn’t get the memory of his touch off you. And that’s what you hated most.
He only tried contacting you once. You had just started working as an intern at the hospital when he showed up. You cursed your stupid brother for probably telling Jimin where you worked. As soon as you saw him you ran behind a patient’s curtain. The person lying in the hospital bed looked at you like you needed treatment as you peeked your head between the nylon fabric. He was at the nurse’s desk, probably asking where you were. Jimin was clearly not satisfied with her answer as he turned around and stormed out. That was the last time you saw him.
A loud banging ripped you from your thoughts. Someone was pounded on your front door and by the sound of it was probably going to put their fist through it. Ripples of panic flooded through you as you tip-toed to the door. Peering into the peephole you saw that is was Tae. “I know you’re in there Y/N. I can hear you breathing through your mouth”
So… This happened last night. Splenic torsion. No stomach or intestinal issues, just the spleen. Spent six hours at the emergency vet, and he had surgery this morning at 2-3 am. He’s in at his primary care vet for post op care today, and I bring him home tonight. He’s alive, though now without a spleen. The two pictures at the bottom are before and after surgery so you can see the big difference in body language.
So if we’re a little quiet for the next few days or weeks, that’s why.
Lastly, if you own a deep chested large dog, please do your research on bloat and torsion. Know the signs. If I had waited to bring Bear in, this would have become a life threatening or fatal condition. I moved quickly, so the surgery was easy and he is going to be okay.
Charles Baudelaire (9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867)
how sweet you are, how tender! The rosy glow lingering on the horizon
like the last agony of day conquered by victorious night; the flames of
the candelabra making dull red splashes against the sunset’s dying
glory; the heavy draperies that some unseen hand draws out of the depths
of the East – it all seems to imitate those complex sentiments that at
life’s most solemn moments war with each other in man’s heart.
it may remind one of those curious costumes dancers wear, that reveal
under dark transparent gauze the muted splendors of a dazzling skirt,
just as the delicious past shines through the sombre present; and the
gold and silver stars sprinkled over it, represent the fires of fancy
that shine brightly only in the deep mourning of the night.” – Paris Spleen