This afternoon I was talking with the lovely @brendaonao3 about how “canon” post CA:CW hasn’t been explored as much with Bucky in Cryo and I came up with the following possible story arc: Bucky finds his own triggers and actively fights for mental betterment while in Cryo.
This uses a lot of metaphor and comparison to sports injuries and healing because that hows my brain works and this is about injury and healing. More explanation and rambling and Bucky Feels under the cut.
Check Please! au where everything is the same but Bitty has a little brother.
His name is Jamie, and unlike his big brother Jamie got that Bittle Build ™. He is tall and swole and blond. He does peewee football. He is
Coach’s undisputed favorite right up until Bitty goes to Samwell.
(This is untrue, but the boys don’t know it. In reality,
Coach’s favorite son switches from one to the other, depending on who is being
less annoying. Coach and “Dicky” are really similar and they don’t have much to
bond over, so it just looks like Jamie is his favorite by proxy. But Jamie is
so terrible. He loves him to death, but omg someone save Coach from his
Okay, so Bitty goes to Samwell, and Jamie, who is about 5
years younger, is looking at highschool and he might be on the football team.
(Dat Bittle legacy, yo.)
But then his middle school has a play and they desperately
need male performers, and Jamie, the biggest attention slut you will ever meet,
is like, “Sure?”
Nothing is ever the same again.
Bitty falls in love with a “straight guy” at Samwell while
his kid brother falls in love with musical theater. Bitty is blasting Beyonce
in the shower. Jamie has discovered Les Mis.
Coach tries to get Jamie to focus on football. (Dat Bittle
legacy.) And Jamies is just like, “How can you think about football at a time
like this?” He turns back to the dog eared script in front of him, eyes
haunted. “Who has time for football when the Sharks and the Jets are fighting?”
It is Jamie’s freshman year of high school when he appears
in the living room. “I need the power tools!”
“Are you going to be weird?”
“I am going to BUILD A SET!”
At least when Bitty was figureskating, they only had to
worry about sports related injuries and bullies. Now, with Jamie, they need to
worry about bullies and accidents involving nail guns. Which is how Coach ends
up helping the theater department build sets and props.
It would be good bonding time if Coach didn’t have to run
around slapping power drills out of kids’ hands.
Jamie has so many friends in theater, and all their names
are terrible. Coach thought “Shitty” was a bad nickname until he meets Melky.
Jamie sighs. “Ey, Melky!”
A round-faced kid with a mohawk looks up. “Yeah, Dunkaroo?”
“What am I thinking of? A white colored beverage,
strengthens your bones, comes out of a cow?”
“Melky,” Jamie finishes, like that is all the explanation he
Coach needs a drink.
So there’s Melky, Jamie is somehow Dunkaroo, there’s Hussy, Zelda and Horace. Horace is a girl, whose
given name is lost to the sands of time. Zelda is a young man with a soft spot
for green tunics and rolling around on the ground. Hussy is 100% normal
American boy unless trains happen. “He really, really loves trains.”
Coach neeeeeeeds a drink.
Jamie has unlimited access to the underground gay community
in his high school. No one wants to mess with him openly because he’s already
taller than his peers and he inherited a lot of his mother’s less stellar
What I’m saying is, he’ll be sweet as honey to you and then
you’ll be coughing up your own teeth. “Gosh, Dad! I don’t know how that
happened! He just hit himself in the face! Over and over!”
His sophomore year he takes up tap at the local dance
studio. The theater department is thrilled to have a male lead with fancy feet.
Bitty is so proud and Jamie just /basks/ in Big Brother Approval.
Jamie and Suzanne go up to Samwell to visit Bitty on Family
Weekend and SMH are a little weirded out. Because there is a middle-aged Mom
Bittle, who is just like Bitty but, well, middle-aged and a mom. And there is a
six-foot-tall, broad-shouldered, 200+ pound Bittle who looks like he could
bench press Holster and is, like, hiding behind Mom Bittle? Until Bitty tells
him not touch anything, and then he’s running through the Haus yelling, “I’m
going to touch EVERYTHING!” and Bitty is yelling and Suzanne tunes them out and
has a very nice conversation with Jack.
Dex is like, “So you’re into musical theater?”
Jamie looks up from his phone, and his smile is 100% Bitty. “Yup!”
“That seems kinda, idk, girly?”
Jamie hums. “It’s pretty gay.” Shitty is on the gross couch
and his head whips around and he’s watching Young Bittle, right up until Jamie
looks up again and sighs. “But is it gay enough?”
Dex doesn’t have answers, okay? He came out to have a good
time and honestly he feels so attacked right now.
After that visit Jamie works so hard in school. He was in a
frat house with a bunch of cute, athletic dudes who offered him beer before his
terrible brother told them to stop. That’s a *dream* of his. Now he has to go to
Jack comes down to Madison for Independence Day and Jamie is
soooo over it. He has to pretend to share a room with his brother so Jack can
pretend to have Bitty’s room to himself. AND he has to cover for when Jack and
Bitty disappear to make out. Gross. Bitty owes him big time, okay?
And Jamie can be really mean when he wants to be, but he has
no idea how to give the shovel talk. So at one point, when he and Jack are
alone together, he looms up on Jack and is just like, “If you break his heart,”
and Jack is staring up at him, “I will find you,” Jack’s
eyes widen, “and I will cry all over you.”
“It’ll be really uncomfortable for you. Have you ever seen a
six-foot-tall dude cry? I can do it on command, look!”
“Please stop. Mon dieu, BITTY HELP!”
(Jack never breaks Bitty’s heart.)
Jamie and Bitty are at the sink, doing dishes. “Maybe I
should take up hockey.”
They sing duets, but since they can never decide on what to
sing, they end up singing two different songs and it would be a cool mashup if
they weren’t singing Beyonce and Phantom of the Opera, respectively.
Jamie absolutely refuses to bake pies. He’ll do cookies and
brownies, but anything that requires a pie shell is no-go.
Jamie eventually attends Samwell. Coach Hall sees him on
campus and does a triple take. He ends up with some of the same professors
Bitty had, and he gets so sick of being asked, “Did you have a brother who…?”
He doesn’t really come out so much as be aggressively Not Straight
his entire college career. Other actors hate him/want to be him.
He ends up meeting and then dating this really cute guy who
was going to be a performer on Broadway but then he got sick and went to
college to recuperate. Coach Hall spits his coffee all over the copy of the
Swallow when he reads that. (Coach Murray laughs and laughs.)
Now that I’ve got your attention, you probably just think this is some sort of gainer fantasy. Maybe the title to some fictional gainer story. It couldn’t possibly be correct. Somehow, there must be some kind of mistake. Make no mistake about it, this really happened. There is no need to adjust your computer screen.
Meet Matther Miller. This 31-year-old former model retired in 2007 and soon began packing on the pounds. After suffering some sort of sports-related injury, he quickly ballooned his way into obesity. In just 7 years’ time, the formerly ripped, 24-year old model weighed in at a hefty 385 lbs - having gained 200 lbs of pure fat. While he may look pretty chunky from the front, the side view offers a clearer view of just what a 200-lb haul of fat looks like on the male body:
Much to the dismay of many across the gainer community, this massive gain would not be forever. Matt enrolled himself in the latest season of NBC’s “The Biggest loser” where he would shed much of his gains. In this latest edition of the weight-loss show, contestants were former athletes that were sorted into teams to compete for getting back into “fighting shape.” At the beginning, they are given a jersey with their starting weight displayed as their player number:
From his bio on the NBC site, he was born in Branson, Missouri, and grew up in Grove, Oklahoma with four brothers. He fought childhood obesity, weighing 205 pounds in the fifth grade. Miller got very fit and active in high school, placing second in the state in wrestling his freshman year. He was also named all-star in high school football, but nerve damage in his neck caused him to stop playing, despite the offer of a full-ride scholarship from a Division I university. After high school, Miller became a model and was named Overall Male Fashion Model of the Year at a Dallas fashion event. After a ski accident in 2007, when he was unable to stay active while recovering, he started to gain weight and turned to food for comfort. “Before I knew it,” he says, “I had ballooned up to 380 pounds.”
Great work Matt! If only you knew there is an entire community that you inspired by “balloon[ing] to 380 pounds.”
Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you with the after images. On the bright side, he did only lose about 115 lbs and remains a chunky 270 lbs according to the most recent info posted online.
The fencing response is a peculiar position of the arms following a concussion. Immediately after moderate forces have been applied to the brainstem, the forearms are held flexed or extended (typically into the air) for a period lasting up to several seconds after the impact. The fencing response is often observed during athletic competition involving contact, such as American football, hockey, rugby and martial arts. It is used as an overt indicator of injury force magnitude and midbrain localisation to aid in injury identification and classification for events including, but not limited to, on-field and/or bystander observations of sports-related head injuries.
patroclus is taking a gap year between undergrad and grad school, just working as a barista at a kitschy coffeeshop near campus and achilles is getting ready to transfer to a new university after a pretty bad sports-related injury
and it’s spring quarter and patroclus is so tired of the never-ending parade of tourists and prospective students and loud, demanding parents that he’s refusing to work the register and because he’s worked there for a couple years he gets to do whatever he wants
ANYWAY achilles and his overbearing picky mother come in and patroclus is of course blown away by how astonishingly beautiful this human being is, all tan and golden from the sun, but is also a lil afraid of his mom, because she looks like she’ll gladly rip out someone’s spine for fucking with her kid. or like. talking to her.
anyway anyway patroclus never speaks to the guy; he’s busy with his phone, and patroclus is busy making a thousand iced mochas and blended drinks (can’t call ‘em frappuccinos–starbucks will sue), and then two iced espressos go out–one decaf, one with a splash of almond milk–and the gilded strangers glide out of his life forever
fast forward three days and patroclus is clicking through tumblr and avoiding the pile of packets from different grad programs when he sees a picture of himself he doesn’t remember posing for, with like forty thousand notes
his eyes are down, eyelashes soft against his dark cheeks, and his sleeves are rolled up and he’s at work, face a little shiny with sweat and his hair is a halo of dark, sweeping curls against the weird blue and pink lights behind the counter. the caption says 'the hottest barista in northern california tbh’ and the blog name is aristosachaion, the icon a mass of golden curls and black ray bans
patroclus feels weirdly flattered but oddly vulnerable and he clicks the link and the sidebar picture is the fucking. that beautiful guy who came into his store a few days ago, the one with the scary mom. patroclus clicks through his blog, sees that he’s decided to go to ucsc in the fall to study music production (which is convenient honestly because patroclus’s number one choice for grad school is ucsc’s lit program), sees a couple post-gym selfies that make patroclus’s throat a little dry, and finally, his name. achilles.
patroclus hesitates for a second before clicking the follow button
Murasakibara, Midorima, Liu, Aomine, and Mibuchi: what would be their reactions (initial and long-term if possible) to their s.o. getting heavily injured in some accident (that would make s.o. physically weaker for the rest of the life)? I love this blog, I hope you'll stay around for a long long time. <3
I hope you don’t mind the fact that I wrote Aomine’s as a sport related injury. Knowing his character, it just seemed appropriate.
Midorima: Having just received the news that you will never be able to recover completely, he stares at the doctor with widely opened eyes and mouth pressed into a thin line. He wanted to ask so many things, but instead he just kept staring at the floor where the doctor once stood. He wanted to bring you some good news back to you, but he just couldn’t open his mouth. Now he sits in the waiting room, his expression sharp, thinking that you’ll deal with this together when you wake up. All that’s left to do is to pray that you’ll do just that.
Aomine: Knowing how much the sport means to you, he feels his own heart break upon hearing you say that you probably won’t be able to play again. He tries to put himself in your position and that in itself makes him feel worse. As you sit there, voice breaking as you try to rationalize, he stands from his seat and sits on your bed, bringing you into his arms. “There’s still a chance.” is all he can mutter into your hair as you cuddle silently. Yeah. He doesn’t know if he could believe what he said either.
Murasakibara: Lost. He’s just… lost. He doesn’t understand what these people are saying. What do they mean you won’t be able to walk again? He’s staring at them with a completely blank expression on his face. Only when they leave and he hears a sob leave your lips does he begin to understand. He needs to be here for you right now. He knows that. He brings no words of encouragement as he presses you into his side because he simply doesn’t know what he could possibly say. He’ll just need to be tall enough for both of you from now on.
Mibuchi: His heart has been breaking a little each day as he sees you begin to lose hope in your recovery. You’re sitting on the examination bench, waiting for the doctor to come, back bent and head in hands. He stands to the side, holding his jacket, frowning at your obvious lack of enthusiasm. He takes long strides to your side, his long fingers pushing back the lost strand of hair on your face. “Just a little more, okay?” he smiles gently at you, telling you to holdon. Your reflection in his eyes brightens just a little bit.
Liu: As apathetic as he is usually, right now he feels like a different person. He’s holding your hand in his, looking at you with eyes filled with concern. You understand that he was never the emotional type and you don’t expect him to do much. That said, the only nice surprise this day has brough has been the little “Thou shan’t give in.” he said to you in a hushed tone of voice. He’s really doing his best because after all, his favorite type of partner is the one that smiles a lot.
MBTI AS MY EXCUSES FOR NOT POSTING ON MY BLOG! : ^ D
Infj: I felt under appreciated i mean seriously have you seen some of my posts i’m freaking brilliant come on people let’s focus on something other than the tag urself meme
Enfj: my social circles have become too demanding for me to keep up regular activity on a blog and i spend what lingering time i do have on the internet looking up tasteful images of cats with bowties
Isfj: tbh the mbti fandom is kinda skivvy and drama filled and it is getting harder to continue posting solely home grown organic memes straight from the bloggers themselves without dabbling in dramatics
Esfj: i only have twenty four hours in a day and can only spend so much of it petting cats
Infp: my lack of posts is a performance art piece critiquing the expectations of entertainment within social media and the ground of information solely for the enjoyment of the masses
Enfp: i’m still thinking up another great pun
Isfp: i’m dedicating more time to my art and investing in the world around me! : - ) no its not a phase
Esfp: too busy making my sick mix tapes
Intj: no one appreciates my fine sense of intellect and subtle humor in conversations and people keep adding doom to the end of everything like holy wow be subtle we’re trying to remain low key about this alright???
Entj: when i make actual personal posts they sound angry and i’m not about that life
Istj: honestly it’s really just the time of the season. homework is piling up along with other responsibilities and projects and it’s a little hard to balance it all, you know?
Estj: Snapchats more important than tumblr anyway
Intp: I kept writing posts but forgot to publish them all
Entp: lmao nah
Istp: I’ve decided to give up my blogging life and dedicate my time to auto repairs and other real life technologies
Estp: I got temporary amnesia from a sports related injury and forgot my blog existed
Scientists Develop Antibody to Treat Traumatic Brain Injury and Prevent Long-Term Neurodegeneration
research led by investigators at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center
(BIDMC) provides the first direct evidence linking traumatic brain
injury to Alzheimer’s disease and chronic traumatic encephalopathy
(CTE) – and offers the potential for early intervention to prevent the
development of these debilitating neurodegenerative diseases. TBI can
result from repetitive contact sport injuries or from exposure to
military blasts, and is one of the most significant risk factors for
both Alzheimer’s disease and CTE.
In a study published in the online edition of the journal
Nature, the researchers found that a misshapen isoform of the tau
protein can develop as soon as 12 hours after TBI, setting in motion a
destructive course of events that can lead to widespread
neurodegeneration. Importantly, the researchers have developed a potent
antibody that can selectively detect and destroy this highly toxic
“TBI is a leading cause of death and disability in children and young
adults and also affects approximately 20 percent of the more than two
million troops who have deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan,” said
co-senior author Kun Ping Lu, MD, PhD, Chief of the Division of
Translational Therapeutics in the Department of Medicine at BIDMC and
Professor of Medicine at Harvard Medical School (HMS). “Our study shows
that an early neurodegenerative process induced by the toxic tau protein
can begin just hours after a traumatic brain injury. In both cell
models of stress and in mouse models simulating sport- and
military-related TBI, the production of this pathogenic protein, called
cis P-tau, disrupts normal neurological functioning, spreads to other
neurons and leads to widespread neuronal death. We have developed a
potent monoclonal antibody that can prevent the onset of widespread
neurodegeneration by identifying and neutralizing this toxic protein and
restoring neurons’ structural and functional abilities.”
Alzheimer’s disease is the most common form of dementia in older
individuals and currently affects more than 5 million Americans and 30
million people worldwide. Chronic traumatic encephalopathy is a
degenerative brain disease associated with a number of neurological
symptoms including risk-taking, aggression and depression. CTE can also
lead to progressive dementia.
Previous research has shown that abnormal phosphorylation of the tau
protein underlies Alzheimer’s and other neurodegenerative diseases. In
recent years, the Lu laboratory discovered that tau exists in two
isoforms, or shapes – one functioning and one disease-causing.
“Healthy tau protein is found in the brain and serves to assemble and
support microtubules, the ‘scaffolding systems’ that give neurons their
unique shape and are integral to memory and normal brain functioning,”
explained Lu. But in Alzheimer’s, CTE and other neurodegenerative
diseases, collectively called tauopathies, tau becomes tangled and
unable to function properly.
“Recent studies of CTE in the brains of boxers, American football
players and blast-exposed veterans have identified extensive
neurofibrillary tau tangles,” he said. “But, because these tangles were
not detected until months or, more likely, years after TBI, it has not
been known whether tauopathy is a cause or a consequence of TBI-related
neurodegenerative disease. We have now shown that it is a cause of these
Co-senior author of the new study Xiao Zhen Zhou, MD, also an
investigator in BIDMC’s Division of Translational Therapeutics and
Assistant Professor of Medicine at HMS, had previously developed
polyclonal antibodies capable of distinguishing between two distinct
isoforms of the phosphorylated tau protein. The isoform known as trans
is in a relaxed shape and is important for normal brain functioning. The
other isoform, known as cis, is in a twisted shape and is prone to
becoming tangled. Cis P-tau is an early pathogenic protein leading to
tauopathy and memory loss in Alzheimer’s disease.
“In this new study, we wanted to find out whether cis P-tau is
present following TBI and, if so, how to eliminate it from the brain
without disrupting the healthy functioning of trans P-tau,” said Zhou.
“We generated a monoclonal antibody able to detect and eliminate cis
P-tau very early in the disease process.”
Monoclonal antibody technology is a popular drug development
approach. Working like a lock and key, it enabled the investigators to
both detect and neutralize only the toxic cis P-tau.
After confirming the existence of this toxic cis tau isoform in the
brain tissue of humans who had died of CTE, the authors simulated
contact-sport and blast-related injuries in mouse models, and found that
the brain’s induction of cis P-tau is dependent on injury severity and
“Mild TBI, also known as a concussion, results in moderate and
transient cis P-tau induction,” explained Lu. “However, repetitive
concussions, as might occur in contact sports, can result in robust and
persistent cis P-tau induction. This is similar to what is produced
following a single severe TBI caused by a blast or impact.”
Subsequent experiments revealed that the cis P-tau protein disrupts the
brain’s microtubule scaffolding systems and the transport of
mitochondria, the powerhouse that provides energy for neuronal function,
and eventually leads to neuron death by apoptosis. The research also
showed that, over time, cis P-tau progressively spreads throughout the
brain. Treating TBI with cis antibody eliminated the toxic cis P-tau,
prevented widespread tauopathy and neuron death and restored brain
structure and function.
“These experiments told us that cis P-tau has the ability to kill one
neuron after another, eventually leading to widespread neurofibrillary
tangles and brain atrophy, which are the hallmark lesions of both
Alzheimer’s disease and CTE,” said Lu. “We have determined that cis
P-tau is an early driver of neurodegenerative disease after brain injury
and that tauopathy it is a cause of TBI-related Alzheimer’s disease and
CTE. We have also determined that the cis antibody can treat TBI and
prevent its long-term consequences in mouse models. The next important
steps will be to establish cis P-tau as a new biomarker to help enable
early detection, and to humanize the cis antibody for treating patients
“Alzheimer’s disease and chronic traumatic encephalopathy are
terrible diseases that progressively rob individuals of their memory,
judgment and ability to function,” said study coauthor Alvaro
Pascual-Leone, MD, PhD, Chief of the Division of Cognitive Neurology at
BIDMC and Professor of Neurology at HMS. Pascual-Leone also serves as
Associate Director of the Football Players Health Study (FPHS) at
Harvard University, a multi-year initiative to discover new approaches
to diagnose, treat and prevent injuries in professional football
“High-profile cases of CTE, such as that of the late football player
Junior Seau, have vividly demonstrated the tragic consequences of this
affliction,” he added. “We need to learn more about CTE’s causes in
order to develop better ways of diagnosing and treating it, and this
study offers us a promising early intervention to prevent the pathologic
consequences of this disease. These findings additionally offer us a
new way to approach Alzheimer’s disease, which poses a staggering
unsustainable burden throughout the world. Alzheimer’s afflicts both
individuals and their families and, it deprives society of the
contributions of experienced and wise elders.”
If you’re an athlete, regardless of age, and you’re willing to answer some questions about sports-related concussions PLEASE message me. Its for my Senior Capstone Seminar Project and I would really appreciate it!!!!
Established relationship AU where Patroclus is a doctor/nurse and Achilles gets brought in to the ER with an injury and Pat freaks out ('cause he's in love)
Patroclus was mesmerized.
He couldn’t stop looking at the man sitting on his exam table waiting
for him. The light seemed to settle
against him perfectly, highlighting each little detail of his skin and sparkling
in his eyes as he looked up and smiled at him.
If this were a movie, he was sure that time would slow down.
“Hello, Doctor.” The
said, relieved his voice didn’t shake.
He quickly looked down at the chart in front of him.
Achilles. That was the man’s name. Patroclus let his eyes linger on the letters
instead of looking back up at the man.
He was supposed to be professional, he could handle this. He looked over everything the file had to
say, making sure he triple checked all the necessary information. No need to rush, he was paid by the hour.
“It says here you have a sports related injury.” Patroclus said. He looked up and say the pink stains against
his golden hair. Lines of blood had
dripped down his face, but Achilles seemed focused and alert. Probably no concussion but he should check
He stepped forward and asked for Achilles to look at him and
follow the light that Patroclus shown in his eyes. He answered every question that he had been
asked correctly. No concussion.
“You’ll need stitches.”
Patroclus said as he examined the cut.
“And an x-ray.”
Achilles smiled and nodded slowly. When Patroclus pulled away he leaned in
closer. “Are you alright, Doctor? You seem to be nervous about something.” He said slowly.
His hands were shaking, Patroclus had some of the steadiest
hands on the business. He was calm,
relaxed, years of working in an ER had hardened his nerves. A single visit from a handsome young man
should not be doing this to him.
“I’m fine.” Patroclus
Achilles hummed as he reached forward and took one of
Patroclus’s hands in his own, his thumb running gently along the small details
of his skin. “You’re cold. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Patroclus should be pulling away, insisting that he was
fine, but the delicate touch sent shivers up his spine and felt like it was
electrocuting his nerves. It was
amazing, Patroclus wanted to let this stranger touch him for the rest of his
life. Achilles smiled, mostly to himself
as he looked down at the hand. He looked
up at Patroclus briefly, his smile widening as if he figured out something
amusing. Then he pulled Patroclus’s hand
closer, raising it to his lips and giving it a gentle kiss.
Everything is alright.” Achilles
Patroclus was frozen, not pulling away as he should and not
reacting. “I think you have a
concussion.” He said slowly. Perhaps he had one too, he didn’t recall
getting hit in the head but something this wonderful had to be a dream.
I always imagined a hc or au of daisuga where Suga was a doctor and Daichi came in from a (probably) sports related injury and either realizes his feelings or sparks fly for him or something and so he just knows he has to go back. But he has no means of contact except for the ER but he doesn't want to injure himself and so Asahi becomes Daichi's crash dummy so he can have a reason for being at the hospital.
OH MY GOD THE ASAHI TWIST IS AMAZING
I’ve heard of AUs like this before, but it’s usually the same person injuring themselves repeatedly but omg l m a o POOR ASAHI daichi would though, he would omg
Could you do a hospital headcanon? Like the gang's all in the hospital for different reasons?
the obvious route for him would be the whole foot thing
terrible accident, is in the hospital the longest
another way is burns, gets a terrible burn while working on some project or another, maybe an engine backfires
Stoick and Gobber are there with flowers (from gobber) and stoick brings hiccup’s cat who curls up with him
broke an arm or something, says its nbd, and shows no sign of pain, but its obvious whatever it is is bad
i’m trying to think of a reason why she’d have to stay in the hospital
needs to get surgery for whatever is broken, and is super nervous but she strikes up a conversation with the boy in the bed next to her, and he says it can’t be that bad
“I just… i hate it, i hate doctors” “well, if it matters, i think you’ll be fine, you’re strong, all theyre doing is putting you back together” and astrid says something offhandedly like “what do you know?” and then he pulls back the sheet so she can get a good look of where his leg is supposed to be
he holds her hand before she goes into surgery because she’s nervous
a bad concussion or another sports related injury, has to stay overnight to be monitored
he gets concussions from football and such all the time but this one is bad, real bad
he grouchily has to stay in his bed and he’s all talk before the nurse comes in and asks if he needs to go to the bathroom because he can’t go anywhere without being dizzy and he strangely gets quiet, i wonder why
or he’s there because he got in a fight with someone and got beat up “but you should see the other guy” he says bawdily
I’m trying to think of a reason why Fishlegs would go to the hospital, he’s a v careful guy
ooooh he has a terrible allergic reaction, and he’s in denial, and its really bad because he doesn’t go in to the hospital till its v late because “INGERMANS DON’T HAVE ALLERGIES”
he’s v unhappy, idk if fishlegs would be scared of hospitals or like them because they are v organized and clean
probably just doesn’t wanna be there, and he’s all puffy and has to stay to be monitored
or appendicitis and he’s very nervous about getting the surgery but hiccup and astrid are there to make him feel better while snotlout makes fun of him and then throws up
maybe food poising, the dude eats weird stuff ;/
Ruffnut And Tuffnut
I hate grouping them together, but i feel like whatever happened to them would be partially/entirely both their faults
Probably was like they stapled themselves, and the doctor is like “hey what happened this time?” “long story- here it goes”
tbh anything could happen to them, like whether it was not even their fault to they did whatever it was purposefully
i wouldn’t be surprised if the doctors have had to reattach one of their fingers
ruff dared tuff to stick a fork in a socket, ruff jumped off the roof and broke both her ankles, they are human ragdolls
they know all the nurses and doctors and know all the little crevices of the hospital
Sousuke has a torn rotator cuff. Also commonly known as swimmer’s shoulder. This is something that's COMPLETELY TREATABLE WITH PATIENCE.But, what does Sousuke do? He continues to work and put stress on his shoulder.
Allow me to stress that this could cause permanent loss of his arm.
Working on ANY sport-related injury is an INCREDIBLY BAD IDEA
I’ve had two major sport-related injuries before. Both of which I continued to work on (because I was training for the possibility to go to the olympics and didn’t give it time to heal like a fucking dumbass)
I nearly broke my back in five places after I fell out of a Double-Twisting Arabian
I was bucked off of a horse I was breaking onto concrete and landed on my feet, jamming both of my knees to the point that I couldn’t stand for the rest of the weekend.
I continued to work on these injuries after having them. If I hadn’t: Here’s a list of all the things that I WOULDN’Thave right now.
Severe arthritis in my knees that limits the amount of time I can walk (especially in heels.)
Severe arthritis in my hips
Herniated discs (lower back)
A fuckton of bone spurs in my neck
Extremely low stamina
All of these developed because of working on Sport-Injuries against doctor’s orders.
Conclusion: Yamazaki Sousuke is a good guy who just wants to swim with his best friend and be happy. He goes out of his way to help people and seems to be nice all around. But: He’s a fucking dumbass
He was a natural athlete. I remember him demonstrating how to play hopscotch to me … until I messed up once too many times. Then he lost his patience and scuffed out the outline of the game.
His adopted father bragged that if there was a competition for badminton, Jay would win it … until Jay brought home the trophy for a badminton competition.
He played Little League at age 9. He pitched left-handed and was a switch-hitter. He wanted to play football in high school, but his baseball coach prevented it.
The fledgling HOUSTON COLT .45s signed him right out of high school in June of 1963.
September, 1963 saw him in the starting lineup of a promotional scheme by the team to field an all rookie team consisting of (1) Sonny Jackson, SS; (2) Joe Morgan, 2B; (3) Jimmy Wynn, CF; (4) Rusty Staub, 1B; (5) Aaron Pointer, RF; (6) Brock Davis, (LF); (7) Glen Vaughan, 3B; (8) Jerry Grote, C; & (9) Jay Dahl, P.
The New York Mets won 10 to 3, but Jay had his claim to fame. He participated in a major league game at the age of 17. Due to sports-related injuries, he was sent to to minor league teams, but his death at age 19 on June 23, 1965, bought his place in major league baseball as the youngest player to die.
Jay Dahl was bright, charasmatic, talented and danced like nobody’s business. He was sweet, impatient and a little girl’s hero.