HoO characters and things me and my friends have said.
  • Nico: If you draw on urself with sharpie ur skin will saturate andturn dark. Dark and mysterious. Then ur emo
  • Percy: *falls down on Annabeth dramatically* I'm falling so I'm taking my time on my RIIIIIIIIIIDEEEE!!!
  • Will: *grabs stethescope* I'M A DOCTOR. *puts it on nose*
  • Thalia: Lesbian Goth/Punk grandmas on rainbows.
  • Annabeth: Mothafucker if u look on my sheet and cheat i will cut your fingers off and shove them down your throat.
  • Hazel: *lays on floor during gym* I'm gonna take a nap. Right here.
  • Leo: *running around with a floor hockey stick during gym* I'M A SMOL BEAN!!!
  • Reyna: Piper won't be here today. Someone licked her butt.

Become a Better Sim Parent with The Sims 4 Parenthood Game Pack!

Gather around for a family meeting. We have some big things to discuss about the household. Why is that? Well, today we’re thrilled to show off The Sims™ 4 Parenthood Game Pack*, which releases globally for PC and Mac via Origin on May 30, 2017.

This is very exciting for us as its been a major community request, which is more, and deeper family focused game play. With toddlers finally in Simmer homes everywhere, we knew this was the perfect time to take a look at your Sim’s home to see which stories you haven’t yet told.

The Sims 4 Parenthood Game Pack adds a few significant features that will change daily life. Your Sim’s offspring will be more ill-behaved than ever, with rebellious teenagers and toddlers who chomp down on their siblings. But don’t worry! The new Parenting Skill gives the adults in the room a way to set these problems upright.

And it doesn’t stop there! Parenting has long term consequences, which leads us to the new Character Values Traits. If your Sims take the time to teach their children good manners, like setting the table, and trying to not burp, swear, or fart, they can grow up with new Traits that will positively affect their lives forever. Or, if they don’t do these things, well, there are Traits with consequences of another stripe…

It isn’t all serious life-changing decisions though. Children will bring home new school projects to work on after class with parents and siblings as well. These create permanent, hilarious objects, like erupting volcanoes and backyard rockets. Future medical professionals can practice their stethescoping skills on teddy bears. Plus, new clothing styles and the perfect household items to really make the home look like, well, the home of your story.

The Sims 4 Parenthood Game Pack is the perfect addition to your Sim’s home that will help you tell new stories that really get to the heart of your Sims. It’s hilarious, serious, touching, and silly, all in one home shaped box. Be sure to check out The Sims 4 Parenthood Game Pack on PC and Mac via Origin on May 30, 2017.

This diagram shows how the mechanics of the heart co-ordinate with the heart sounds and the ECG (EKG).

By keeping this diagram in mind, it can make identifying murmurs much easier, by taking the pulse whilst auscultating.  

The pulse represents the maximum arterial pressure, which as you can see in the diagram occurs in between heart sounds 1 and 2. Once you have identified which heart sound is which, you can more easily identify systole, and diastole, and describe with greater accuracy the nature of a murmur if present. 

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Murmur Murmur

Here’s some causes of murmur patterns:

Ejection Systolic Murmurs

AorticStenosis - Ejection systolic murmur, radiates to carotids (In Aortic Sclerosis, there is no carotid radiation)

Pulmonary Stenosis  - Ejection systolic murmur which radiates to back/left scapula (may obscure second heart sound)

Atrial Septal Defect - sounds like pulmonary stenosis

Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy - Harsh Ejection systolic murmur, palpable

Pansystolic Murmurs

Mitral Regurgitation - Best heard at apex, radiates to axilla

Tricuspid Regurgitation - Best heard at left lower sternal edge (tricuspid region) 

Ventricular Septal Defect - Best heard at left sternal edge

Early Diastolic Murmurs

Aortic Regurgitation - best heart at left sternal edge, in expiration, with patient leaning forward

(Rarely) Pulmonary Regurgitation

Mid-Diastolic Murmurs

Usually Mitral Stenosis - Best heard with Bell of stethescope at apex, with patient rolled to left

Rarely Tricuspid stenosis - sounds simliar to Mitral Stenosis

Continuous Murmur - referred to as a ‘machinery murmur’, although I don’t think anyone knows what machine it sounds like.

Patent Ductus Arteriosus - rare in adults. Best heard over upper left sternal border, radiates to back/left scapula

Perfect Husband ( Jung Kook/Oc)

Chapter 5

In the early light of dawn, Ah Reum looks like a child, Seokjin thinks, watching the gentle slope of her bare shoulders half covered by the white silk of their bedcover. Her hair is messy, soft and fluffy, like spun silk in his hands, slipping through his fingers like flowing water . He almost reaches out and cups her cheekbones, but stops himself , wary of waking her up . Her breathing is gentle and uninterrupted, her face completely at repose and he’s sure that she’s never looked more beautiful.

He remembers the first time they’d made love. About a month after their marriage. He’d been eager, excited, looking forward to a lifetime of the vibrant , beautiful girl who was kind, selfless and adorably funny.

But she hadn’t wanted it .

Of course, she hadn’t said so. She’d nodded, agreed and said yes. Once , twice and then a countless more times when he’d slid into her, pressed her into the soft downy mattress in the oak, four poster bed of their 5000$ a night  beach resort, the sound of the waves and the rain permeating the air while he moved inside her in smooth, gentle strokes, her face framed in his hands while she had  stared sightlessly at the ceiling over head. Her gaze had been glassy and … lost. Like she wasn’t sure who she was, where she was, who was inside her and it had hit him like a cannon ball.

He wasn’t the one she was thinking of.

He hadn’t pressed the issue. Hadn’t even brought it up.

She had let him kiss her, pressed her perfect lips against his, allowed him to explore her with his tongue, to taste every inch of her skin, to touch and savor every curve dip and recess of her body with his clever surgeon hands. And she had enjoyed it, there was no doubt about it. Ah Reum was too inocent to fake pleasure , and Seokjin wasn’t exactly a bad lover. She had enjoyed herself, exploded around his fingers, his tongue and his body on countless occasions.

But  she hadn’t wanted it.

He straightens, moves away from the bed and moves to the bathroom, opening the door cautiously and stepping into the sprawling white room. He stops in front of the oval mirro, staring at himself.

He looks starkly beautiful, a kind of lifeless beauty he thinks. Seokjin is beautiful only when he’s perfectly still, hair styled perfectly, lush lips curved in the barest of smiles and wide brown gaze steady and sincere. He’s beautiful when he’s slipping into his pure white coat, slipping the stethescope around his neck, perfectly buttoned up shirt underneath, stretched creaselessly across wide, wide shoulders.

He’s beautiful when he’s saving lives, maybe, but not beautiful in general.

Not beautiful in the way Jeon Jung kook is beautiful.

Seokjin is art in repose. 

Jung Kook on the other hand, is poetry in motion.

Jung Kook is young, handsome in a masculine , rugged alpha male kind of way. Dangerous, sexy and alluring. Mysterious. . Probably the first to throw a punch in any fight.

Words that would never be associated with someone like Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin is a pacifist, a healer. He sticks his fingers inside living things, puts together broken pieces of muscle, bone and sinew and tries to restore order whereas Jeon Jung Kook is chaos personified. He destroys lives, wrecks them with his beauty, enchants with that angelic voice and enamors people with the way his hips move.

How could Seokjin compete really? It’s not a fair playing ground by any means.

They were both so different.

Like Summer sun and torrential rain, Seokjin thinks, washing his face carefully, smoothing in his foam cleanser into his face. He uses a no-nonsense , anti bacterial kind and he has less than an hour to be at the hospital so he can’t afford to spend a lot of time getting ready anyway.

It’s not a fair playing fround, but Seokjin isn’t going to give up, yet. 

When he walks back out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips he finds her sitting up, bleary and confused. She’s fumbling across the bed, fingers patting the sheets looking for her clothes. He catches sight of the bra at the foot of the bed and hands it over. She’s too sleepy to feel shy, he muses, when she sits up straighter, lets the sheet fall off her upper body, pooling around her waist . 

Seokjin feels his throat go dry. He’s a doctor. The human body ought not to arouse so much reaction in him but fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. breasts that fit perfectly into his arms, perky pink nipples that look like they can cut glass, a flushed pink tint to her skin as she shivers lightly against the cold. 

He stares at her, while she slips on her bra and buckles it up at the back. Her T-shirt follows and then her simple white shorts. He wants to climb back in, peel off every inch of fabric and slide into her again. He’s so cold and there’s nothing warmer than sinking into her, letting her close around him , letting her scent permeate all the cold recesses of his heart. He wants her. He wants her bad. 

But he curbs the urge. He’s late. She’s still tired from last night. Probabaly sore too. He’d been a little tense after work and … he hadn’t exactly been gentle. 

He wondres if it makes him a bastard. Knowing how much it probabaly hurts her to let him touch her that way and not do anything about it. but he tries not to think about that. He thinks , with time, Ah Reum will learn to love him. 

Once she’s dressed , she stumbles out of the bed and zombie walks to the bathroom while he moves to their shared closet space.

By the time she comes out, he’s dressed, slipping his watch on and adjusting the knot of his tie against the collar of his powder blue shirt.

“You look nice.” she smiles and he returns the gesture. He knows she means it. And that’s the essence of the problem, he thinks. His wife has never misled him. She’s  pliant , adjusting, reasonable. She likes him, possibly even loves him. But she isn’t in love  with him. And Seokjin has never felt the difference between those two phrases so strongly before. So strongly that he feels like someone just stuck their bare nails into his chest, clawed their way in, gripped his insides and were now ripping him open. He swallows the hurt and manages a weak smile.

“I have a meeting. It may run late. Don’t wait up for me.” He smiles and she nods, without moving.

He glances at the digital calendar on the wall. It’s the end of september already, just a few more weeks to their second wedding anniversary. For their first, he’d taken her to Paris. For her birthday, he’d flown her down to Macau and Vietnam and then spent a week in the Maldives. He knows now that the problem isn’t the place but the partner.

So he’ll let her choose, although he knows she’ll want to go back to Seoul. She’ll smile at him assure him that she’ll stay with her parents for a while .

I miss them, Jin, let me stay here for a few days, she would whisper. 
Okay, shall I ask someone to pick you up later?,   he would ask. 
No, I’ll be fine. You should go back to Busan. she’d probably reply.

And if he had an ounce of self respect, he’d leave her. Really.

But she’s still my wife, he thinks stubbornly. Mine, not Jung Kook’s.


“Jeon Inc., CEO is planning on retiring. .” Seokjin said casually, while I finished clearing up the plates from dinner. It was one of those rare occasions when my husband had come home for dinner, early. 

i didn’t cook. 

My fingers trembled of their own accord and I dropped the forks on the ceramic plates, the resulting sound feeling like some sort of an accusation as I tried to get myself together.

“Mr. Jeon?” I said nervously, my voice shaking a little bit more than my fingers. Seokjin hummed and stepped right next to me, gently nudging me away and taking the dishes himself. 

He cooked whenever he was home, so I usually cleared the dishes but my brain was slow to catch up and I let myself sit down on the chair.

Jeon Jung Kook. I wanted to cry.

It had been three years but I still wanted to cry when I thought of him.

“His son would be stepping in as the CEO , I guess.” He said , very pointedly  looking at me as he took the used glasses as well. I hesitated, not sure what to say.

“He’s an idol. I don’t think-”

“Not an acting one. Just as the face of the company. ” He shrugged, “ Like me.”

I nodded absently and fumbled with the ring on my finger.

“You do that whenever we talk about Jung Kook.” Seokjin said suddenly and I froze.


“You touch our wedding ring… When I mention Jung Kook…Like it’s a handcuff and not just a ring.” The bitterness coating his tone felt like ash on my tongue.


“It’s alright. I’ll put some of the leftovers in the freezer. You can finish it off for lunch.” He said swiftly, gathering the rest of the crockery and moving out of the dining space. I sat there, confused and guilty. I hadn’t meant to hurt Jin. Hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

When we settled down to bed, Jin stayed a good foot away from me. I didn’t remember the last time we’d made love. it had definitely been more than a few weeks. It didn’t matter, i thought vaguely, staring up at the ceiling while he breathed evenly next to me. It didn’t matter whether we had sex or not, whether we talked or not, whether we smiled at each other or not.

Because at the end of the day, we  didn’t matter.

There was no Ah Reum and Seokjin. There never had been. Probably never would be. How could it? When I spent most of my time worrying and thinking of Jung Kook.

It was hard not to.

Of all his friends, only Yoongi after several failed attempts had agreed to talk to me. He had been blunt and brutally honest. Jung Kook was pissed, annoyed, and angry. He couldn’t accept that what had happened was for the best. Neither could I. After three years, things that had seemed so important back then were just vaguely distressing now. It struck me that there would have been other ways out for me, from that predicament. My father would have found a way…

But I’d done something irreversible. I’d ruined , not just my life but Seokjin’s too. The guilt weighed heavily on my soul.

“I’m sorry.” I said softly, when the breathing next to me hitched.

“Don’t” His voice was sleep heavy but firm.

“We could… We could divorce. If that’s what you wanted.” I said nervously.

Jin didn’t reply. But I couldn’t let it drop.

“You deserve better…I…”

“And you deserve someone like Jeon Jung Kook? Wild? Rough? Reckless. ” He said sarcastically.

“I don’t know. But I certainly don’t deserve someone perfect like you.” I choked out. He sighed deeply and then turned around to face me.

“Stop it. Stop this nonsense. ” He said firmly.


“Jung Kook is getting engaged next month. He’s going to marry the daughter of Kingdom Corp., Her name is Lisa and she’s also an idol.” He said bluntly.

I stopped breathing.

“I didn’t want to tell you this but as one of the partners with Kingdom corp., I’m going to have to be there. And you would too.”

I was going to be sick. I really was.

“I… I need water…” I stumbled out of bed and barely got my bearings before he caught me close. I tried to wriggle out but his grip tightened.

“Listen to me and listen close. Whatever was there between you and Jung kook, I won’t let you destroy yourself over it. He’s not coming back to you. You’re my wife and i don’t want you to fucking ruin your life over him!” He said roughly and I whimpered in protest.

“Let me go …I…”

“You thinks it’s funny? Watching you play martyr is the most horrible thing I’ve ever gone through. Make up your mind, whether you want to be an idiot for the rest of your life?. Whether you want to spend the rest of your life with him in your head and me in your bed .” He snarled and I lost it . Shoving him hard I moved away.’

“Shut up…. Shut up. You don’t know anything about me. Anything. ” I hissed out, the vehemence in my voice surprising even me.

Seokjin scoffed.

“I’d venture I know enough to say that you’re a hypocrite. You act like you don’t care about him…Like you don’t think of him every fucking minute of the day but you’re too much of a scared cat to actually accept it . Why don’t you stop putting both of us through hell and own up to your feelings for once? Accept that it’s fucking over. If you don’t do it, I’m going to have to do it for you. ”

i stared at him, stunned. Seokjin had never yelled at me.  Never.

Finally I sighed.

“Do you think i haven’t tried…I… don’t know what to do… ” i said helplessly. Seokjin stares at me.

“I’m too old for this, Ah Reum. I turn thirty in a couple of years. i can’t… stay in a relationship that … ” He stopped and I felt something very cold grip my heart. Like an iron fist.

“I understand.” I said.

“It’s not that…it’s not that I blame you for the way you feel;. I just…i don’t think it can… Not when you’re thinking of someone else. It’s unfair to everyone involved.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want you to move on.”

“Seokjin…” I said, startled. I could feel my heart start to cave in.

“I think I’ve been patient enough, don’t you think? It’s been three years. I want us to start a family. I want children.”

Jung Kook. I love you. Only you. No one else. It will always be you.


When i just looked at him he shrugged.

“You don’t have to answer, now. But think about it. ” He said softly, finally letting me go. I opened my mouth to say something…what, i didn’t know but Seokjin’s pager went off at the exact same moment.

“i have to get to the hospital…” He moved to the closet but stopped to stare at me.

“Pack some clothes. We’ll leave to Seoul after I inform the hospital.” He said calmly.

“You look good." 

Jung Kook stopped fumbling with the collar of his shirt and sighed.

"Thank you mother.” He said politely. 

“You don’t have to do this. No one’s forcing you to marry Lisa.” Mrs. Jeon said patiently and Jung Kook felt his fingers clench a little.

“I love her." 

"We both know you don’t." 

He gritted his teeth.

"Mother I…”

“It doesn’t work that way… Just because you keep saying that it won’t be true.” His mother said desperately and Jung Kook swallowed. 

“I want to be alone now.” He said blankly. Mrs Jeon hesitated and then sighed deeply.

“Lisa is only eighteen. She isn’t like you. She’s still young and innocent. Don’t break her heart because someone broke yours.” She said gently. 

When Jung Kook didn’t reply, she quietly left. As the door closed behind her, Jung Kook stared into the mirror. He looked very handsome he could tell. Lisa and him would make a beuatiful couple. He was already famous and she was too. They could be so good together. 

And his mother was wrong. 

It was possible to marry someone and then hope to fall in love with them.

Hadn’t Ah Reum done just that?

He swallowed the dryness in his throat. He wanted to move on. To stop feeling this way. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. He would have millions roaring at him, a wild crowd, women screaming, wrapped around his finger, dying for a glance from him but it wasn’t enough. He wanted that feeling of emptiness to go. He wanted to go back in time. To the time when he’d been with her. He’d had nothing then. No name. No fame. No money. But he’d had her by his side. And he’d felt complete.


Something that even being in the most successful kpop group in history , didn’t give him. He wanted that back. He would never forgive her for taking it away from him. From them. His friends had tried to change his mind but he couldn’t agree with them. 

She loved you…

they said, over and over again but he couldn’t believe them. You didn’t leave the people you loved. You stayed by their side, kept them close. When you lost your grip on their bodies, you began to fall. The way he had began falling, that night three years ago, watching her get married to another man. The way he had never stopped falling, ever since. 

She didn’t love him. She had never loved him. If she had, how could she have left him?

She had likely pitied him, he thought miserably. 

Pitied him for being an abused, money-less teenager with no future in sight. 

He gritted his teeth at the sharp stabbing pain in his heart. He didn’t know what to think or feel anymore. He hurt so badly and he had no idea how to make it stop. 


When Jung Kook walked into his office at Jeon inc., the last person he expected to see there was Kim Seokjin. 

“You…” He stopped short, too stunned to move or react. His mind and heart and body just shut down completely. 

Seokjin looked worse than him, if that was possible. His shirt was rumpled, his hair messy but he still looked like a walking painting. Like the prince charming in every cliched fairy tale that was ever written. Jung Kook could feel bile rising inside his throat. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He snapped, moving to sit behind his desk.

“Before you call security , hear me out.” Seokjin said casually and Jung kook remembered suddenly that the man was five years older than him. 

“You have five seconds.” Jung Kook snapped. 

“Ah Reum and I want to wish you congratulations on your engagement. This is difficult for her too, So I’d appreciate it if you … give her some closure. Break things off properly.  ”

Jung Kook thought it was remarkably amazing that he didn’t immediately react.

Trying to keep his voice steady, he managed a little smile. 

“Full points for the delivery , doctor. Why isn’t she here then? If she wants to move on? “

“ I wanted to meet you alone.”

“  Is that a line?  Sorry, I don’t swing that way.  ” He said, deliberately provoking.

Seokjin’s fingers clenched into fists and Jung Kook felt satisfied. 

“I don’t even know what she sees in a jerk like you. But it’s the way it is, i suppose. i just wanted to tell you this. You have the information. What you choose to do with it, is up to you.” Seokjin said calmly, before moving to the door. Jung kook could feel fury bubble inside him like molten lava.

He had known. Kim Seokjin had known that Ah Reum loved and he’d still gone ahead and married her. He wanted to pummel him into the floor. 

“Get the fuck out of my face.” Jung Kook snarled.

Seokjin gave him a smile.

“You can talk to her and at least hear her out , like an adult. Get off your high horse for one minute and consider that there might be something more to her story.” He said softly.

“You’re pushing it, Seokjin. ” Jung Kook snapped, annoyed by how flippantly Seokjin was talking about Ah Reum to someone else.

Did Ah Reum know her husband was here. Jung Kook could guess that she probably didn’t. No girl would want to have her feelings or thoughts shared with others like this. . Did the man not care about how his wife would feel about his actions? The thought made Jung Kook want to kick him. 

But Seokjin wasn’t finished.

“Now that I’ve got that off my chest. Let me tell you what i really think, Jeon Jung kook. I hope you stay the fuck away from her. I hope you go ahead and live in denial for the rest of your life. And I hope she finally gives up on you and comes to me instead. That’s what I hope will happen. And considering the kind of asshole you are, there’s no doubt that , that is  what will happen.  ” He said before turning around and stalking out. 

Jung Kook fumed as the door shut behind him. 


He’d thought of this moment a million times. The moment when he would finally see her again. But it still knocked the breath out of him.

She couldn’t see him. He was behind the one way mirror of his office and she was here with Seokjin, politely bowing to all the other officers and the interns and the secretaries. She was here out of politeness. Now that his father was no longer in power, the board of directors had agreed to invest in her father’s company. She had come to offer her greetings.

His gaze fell on her hair, long and hitting her waist again and he could feel his throat beginning to close up.

She looked painfully different from how he remembered her. She was thin now. Not just slim but thin. There was no brightness in her gaze, no playful smile , just waiting to get out, tugging at the corner of her lips. He stared at her like in a trance, noting the sloping curve of her shoulders, bare to the world. He felt his jaw clench at the sight. She used to wear shirts, he remembered. Shirts that displayed no skin. She hated having her skin bared but now here she was in an off-shoulder blouse in  candy pink, long long hair perfectly styled.

Her slightly knobby  ankles were fitted into high heeled sandals. He could still remember how they’d felt underneath his fingers when he’s carried her on his back, on the river bank three years ago. He’d teased her about how they were. Like dried prunes, he’d said impishly. 

She had laughed . Not a lady-like mild little giggle but a full on laugh. Did she laugh like that now? Somehow he doubted it. 

They had destroyed her, he thought, fingers beginning to tremble.

The girl he’d fallen in love with wasn’t there anymore. 

No short , soft hair. No pretty laughing eyes. No happy, honest smile. Instead she had been turned into just another trophy wife. 

And then without any warning she turned around and looked right at him.

Jung Kook staggered with the force of her stare. There wasn’t anything substantial in her gaze but it still terrified him. 

It took him a second to realize that she couldn’t see him through the glass. But she was staring right at him and he couldn’t breathe. 

He couldn’t breathe but everything just changed. He didn’t even fucking remember Lisa’s face anymore. This was her. This was the girl for him. The only girl for him.

And he wasn’t going to let her go.  


“I want her back.” Jung Kook said into the receiver. For a second there was no response.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. ” Seokjin said , voice shaking just a little bit. 

“I don’t fucking kid, Doctor. She’s my girl. She’s always been my girl. I’m just taking back what’s rightfully mine.”


“What she is, is a person. She doesn’t fucking belong to anyone: you or me. But right now, she’s also my wife. The next time you refer to her as anything else, I’ll hand you your teeth in a fucking platter..” Seokjin gritted out.

“Look whose grown a fucking spine… “ Jung kook sneered. “ You think she won’t ditch your sorry ass if I called her right now?”

“Try it. You and I both know Ah Reum will never cheat on me. Just face it, Jung Kook. You had your chance and you screwed up. She’s my wife now. No one forced her to do it. She did it all on her free will. ”

Jung Kook took a deep breath.

“I’m coming for her. You better be fucking prepared.” He gripped the glass of scotch on his desk in an iron grip.

Seokjin laughed.

“And she’ll be coming for me. The way she’s done, every single night for the past three years.” He whispered.

The glass shattered, slicing through Jung Kook’s skin , tearing through the white expanse and painting it red. He watched the blood drip down the desk, the pain momentarily clearing his head of the excruciatingly painful image of Seokjin touching Ah Reum…

Of Seokjin actually ….

“You just signed your death warrant.” He gritted out before hanging up.

AUTHOR’S NOTE : My apology for the lack of originality but this is actually a literal kdrama fest so, expect more cliches. Thank you. Let me know what you thought without fail. 

My current “ride or die” items for placement. Aka life would be 13739362x harder without them!)

> Nurse pouch: praise whoever decided to modify the bum bag for nurses because this thing holds all of your stuff AND you can organise it too (well at least before a chaotic shift when you’re just cramming things in at frantic speeds!
> Haemostats: these things come in handy ALL THE TIME especially for stuck fluid lines to take doggos for walks
> Stethescope: I know people froth over the littmans and it’s a perf Christmas present idea for your parents, unfortunately mine got stolen and I had to swap it with a dodge cheap one but so far it’s just as good as my littman :) so if you can’t afford the 2-300 littman a 80-120 Stethescope can get you through :3
> Vial opener thingy: after I cut myself opening a vial of Valium one time I brought this straight away, you put the top into the end of it and it opens the vial with no risks of cuts or glass shards in your fingers :D
> Calculator: I am guilty of whipping out my phone for calcs but it does look unprofessional so carrying a calculator is a good way to get out of the habit
> Penlight/thermometer: because I kept accidentally stealing clinics pen lights and thermometers and so far this has been the best way to prevent me nicking stuff!
> Cheat book: this is a GODSEND for smallies, even for studying. It fits in your pocket and has excellent flowcharts and summaries for absolutely anything dog/cat related
> Hand cream: I honestly didn’t realise how much your skin can dry out from scrubbing/washing your hands until I had to scrub for surgery like 5/6 times in a day and my hands aged like 500 years. This one from lush is so rich and creamy and hydrates your skin in a flash! Also there’s something calming about rubbing some nice smelling lotion into your hands

What are your ride or dies??

I don’t know what happened
I swear
I’ve 100% been doing Productive Work.
I’m not drawing stethescope fanart, I swear, they just appeared on my page.
@scriptmedic (hope you appreciate my pathetic new obession 😊)

more heads or tails pregnancy au bc i can

waring: oocness and bad jokes ensue. it is heads or tails, after all. also I was extremely rushed and fuck spellcheck forreal

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“It’s not paint, dumbass.” Juvia growled as the nurse spread the mystery paint jelly all over Juvia’s slightly swollen stomach.

“Then…what is it?” Gray experimentally poked the gel and then retreated at the foreign texture.

“Ultrasound jam, I don’t know.” Juvia answered. The nurse, Jenny, {one of Juvia’s work friends, as it was} who was barely listening to their conversation, nodded and continued to spread the jello.

“So you are gonna tell me the gender, right? You were joking in the car when you said you wouldn’t?” Gray double-checked.

“If you’re good,” Juvia promised, priding herself in her year of training in the maternity ward.

“So, Gray, how’s it been with cranky-ass ‘Via at home? She’s a nightmare here.” Jenny flirted playfully.

“Fantastic. I got marks on my wrists from her vulture grip, see?” Gray showed off the barely-there red bands across his forearms.

“Stop showing them off! Jenny, do the thing.” Juvia motioned, pointing to the flashlighty-stethescope mabob.

“Alright, fine, just hold on a sec.” Jenny went to input something in the computer while Juvia lamented all of her life choices.

“Oh god…what if something’s wrong with the baby? Maybe I accidentally did pregnancy wrong…” She muttered to herself.

“Aren’t you supposed to be like…an expert on this stuff? Relax, would you? The baby, is perfect.” Gray encouraged with a pat to the un-jellied part of Juvia’s stomach.

“”Yeah Juvia, you’ll get wrinkles,” Jenny teased without looking back. “Sides, you got Swayze over here to purify your disgusting gene pool. There is a fifty-percent chance that your brat is gonna look like him.” Jenny laughed while poking her thumb at Gray. Juvia being married to him was a running joke around the hospital.

“I guess so,” Juvia breathed out, a bit more calm. “I guess we’ll just have to pray that jumping-bean here has more Fullbuster than Lockser.” She whispered to her stomach inconspicuously.

“You’re so rude to yourself! Baby, if you look like Juvia you’ll be fine.” Gray spoke to Juvia’s stomach, hovering his fingers over her coated stomach like he was performing a psychic-reading.

“Baby, don’t listen to Gray! What he lacks in brains he makes up for in everything else.” Juvia whispered the last part to her baby quietly, even though Gray could clearly hear her.

“Stop calling it ‘Baby’! Give it a name, don’t make your baby the star of Dirty Dancing.” Jenny yelled, quite enjoying the show for herself.

“Nobody puts Baby in a corner,” Gray quoted, before laughing.

“No names!” Juvia bit out. “Not yet, at least…”

“Do you want to see the goddamn baby, or not?” Jenny asked, having been waiting for a small amount of time.

Juvia said no at the same time Gray said yes.

Gray looked at her pointedly. “What do you mean, ‘no’, don’t you want to see our precious-“

“-potential disaster? I’m scared, Gray, give me a freakin’ second.” Juvia hyperventilated, rubbing her temples nervously and singing the Star Spangled Banner in her head.

“Ok, ok…” Gray comforted her by placing a hand on her forehead and shutting her eyes, like a peaceful dead body. “Relaaax~”

“I want peppermint ice cream.”

“It’s in the freezer at home, but we have to see our baby before you can have any, ok?”


Juvia opened her eyes and nodded at Jenny slowly. Understanding her fear, Jenny eased the scope onto Juvia’s stomach.

“Ok, your baby will be on the screen in three, two…”

“Jenny, I’m not nineteen, you don’t have to count.”


Juvia, breathing heavily, ducked her head to give the hospital floor a good once-over. That was one very nice floor, it was a good floor, a very, very nice floor…

“Juvia, baby, look at it. You have to point out the baby to me because I’ll be damned if those blobs make anything legible…” Gray mumbled, squeezing her shoulder lightly as he watched the ultrasound screen intently. Jenny moved the probe to the center of Juvia’s stomach.

Juvia slowly looked upwards at the screen, blinking carefully in case she saw anything she didn’t want to.

Her eyes adjusted to the screen for a few seconds before she blinked wildly.

“Whoa, Juvia…”

“Jenny…what is…”

“What, what’s going on? I don’t speak nurse, all I see is the beginning scenes from It’s a Wonderful Life, somebody translate!” Gray demanded, voice panicky and excited all at once.

“Jenny what the hell is that?’ Juvia asked, surely her heart rate had spiked as she began to breathe in and out erratically.

“Juvia…I think it’s…”

“No, no!” Juvia screamed frantically. “That can’t be right, I can’t do this, I can’t-“ she looked up at Gray with terror etched into her crystalline blue irises. “Gray punch me in the face! Knock me out, for god’s sake-“

“What the fuck is going on?!?!” Gray yelled dramatically, staring at the shapeless blobs on the screen.

“Punch me in the goddamn face Gray, before I pass out!”

“-calm her down, dammit, she’s gonna have a heart attack-“

“Would somebody just tell me what in Satan’s rectum is going on?”

To conclude the great panic of Juvia’s pregnancy, Juvia promptly passed out, just as she had promised.

“What the fuck was that?!” Gray asked, shaking his wife’s shoulder urgently. “The fuck just happened?”

“What a drama queen,” Jenny said light-heartedly, although her hair and makeup was a bit too frazzled to say that she hadn’t been at least a little bit scared. “Nothing’s wrong, really-“

“Juvia wake up!” Gray yelled, wishing he had a bucket of water, or maybe Gatorade, she hated Gatorade, that’d get her to wakeup… “You need to wake up, I can’t do this without you!”

Juvia’s eyelids moved lethargically and she groaned like she had been in a triple pile-up car accident.

Fine…just…lemme breathe…”

“Oh thank god…now…tell me what’s going on, or I’ll stick that ultrasound probe thingy down your throat and find out for myself…” Gray threatened, mirroring his wife’s unique skill of making up horrific threats on the spot.

“It’d be faster if you went up my-“

“That’s enough, I’ll take it from here, if you don’t mind, Juvia.”  Jenny snarled, readjusting the ultrasound scope to see the blobs once again on screen.

“S-sure, I need to rest for a sec…I might be a little bit sick too…” Juvia muttered.

“Ok Gray, now what you’re gonna see right here is the fetus,” Jenny pointed to a pale whitish-gray blob.

“It’s so tiny,” he breathed, resisting the urge to smash his nose up against the screen to marvel at the itty-bitty wonder.

“And…there’s the other one…” Jenny pointed to another blob, a bit fainter, but still present.

“Other…one…?” Gray gaped, Juvia in turn, paled significantly.

“There’s fucking two of them, Gray. Two.” She choked out.

“Oh my god-

“-I’m going to die-“

“-I’m gonna be a double-dad!”

Jenny stared at them both in complete awe. “How in god’s name are you guys married?”

“We balance each other out.” Gray informed, kissing Juvia’s pale forehead proudly.

“Yes,” Jenny observed, intrigued as Gray gently began to calm his wife down. “…balance…”

“-and we get twice as many presents, twice as many rooms, twice as much fun-“

“-Twice as many bills, twice as much food, oh god, my boobs!” Juvia clutched them in anguish. “They already hurt!”

“I’ll take those,” Gray replied calmly.

“You guys are gonna be fine.” Jenny said crisply, watching Juvia slowly return to her normal breathing rate as Gray told her all the pros of having two babies in her uterus.

Jenny was no genius, but she had been around Juvia long enough to know that it took willpower of steel and patience of titanium to calm that woman down.

-And she pondered the word, balance, perhaps two babies would be enough to balance them out as well.

They’d be alright, just you wait and see. If any two idiots could do it, they could.

obamas-dick  asked:

Imagine a de-aged bones running around the enterprise applying bandages on everyone trying to 'heal' them. During this time spock and kirk are in charge of keeping track of him, but are failing miserably.

imagine lil bones deciding that the colored bandaids heal better than the normal ones

imagine lil bones finding a stethescope and listening to the crewmens hearts

imaine lil bones getting super scared cause hes trying to find spocks heart to listen to and he cant

Nico had no reason to be in the infermary. Tripping over your own baggy pants and shoe laces was no reason to go have a a very attractive son of Apollo look you over. But here Nico was, and who the hell was his healer? Will Solace. Nico could hardly fight down his blush.

“I still don’t see why I’m in here.” Nico huffed. “I tripped. Big deal.”

Will looked confused. “That’s not why you’re in here. All year rounders need a physical, make sure they’re healthy, stuff like that.”

Nico had to fight  down the blush even more. He hoped that didn’t mean-

“I need you to remove your shirt please.” Will asked, picking up a clip board.

“Do I really need to?” Nico asked, blush starting at his neck and traveling all the way to his roots.

Will looked at him, blue eyes intensely focused. “Well yea. You’d be surprised how many demigods try to hide injuries from me. It’s just a paranoia thing. Hey you okay? You’re concerningly red.”

“I-I’m fine!” Nico said all too quickly. Nico hesitantly started to remove his jacket and folded it. When he looked up Will had a weird look on his face.

“Uh, do I have something on my face?” Nico asked, blush now fading.

Will looked like he was about to freak out. Nico swore he was fine a moment ago.

“Uh, yea. I’m just distracted today.” Will supplied. Nico shrugged. He was over being in this tiny ass room so he pulled his shirt over his head, folded it, and put it with his jacket. Nico hauled himself on the patient examination table and swung his legs idlely.  Will looked half normal again. Will put the stethescope buds in and turned to Nico.

“Okay, deep breathes please.” Will asked, putting the device to the ravenette’s chest. Nico fought the urge to gasp, both at the cold metal and Will’s inhumanly warm hands. 

“Okay lay back please so I can check your ribs and such.” Will asked.

I’d lay back for you anytime. Nico thought to himself, but said nothing.

After several minuets of poking and prodding Will was done, and Nico felt warmer than he’d felt in a long time.

“Everything seems okay, nothing wrong.” Will informed him.

“Awesome.” Nico said as he put his shirt back on.

When Nico’s head poked through his shirt hole, Will looked guilty. Nico wouldn’t stand for that.

“Hey man, are you alright?” Nico asked, stepping closer.

Will was honest, but what he said surprised Nico nonetheless.

“I lied to you.” Will said miserably. “You didn’t need any sort of physical. I just wanted to see you without a shirt. And I feel really bad about it now.”

Nico had no response. He was so flustered, he backed into the shadows and Shadow Traveled away. Will felt even worse.


Two weeks later and Nico still can’t shake the feeling of Will’s too warm hands off his body. 

He’s jacked off who knows how many times, and had far too many cold showers.

Friday the camp was doing war games and Hades Cabin was on the same team as the Apollo Cabin. Nico couldn’t wait. Maybe he would grasp the courage to talk to Will.

Nico’s team was closing in on the opposite teams flag, when some Ares kid decided it would be smart to ambush Nico. Nico won, of course, but not without any injury.

And who happened to get to Nico first?

Will Solace.

This was totally Nico’s moment.

“Hey, you’ll be okay! Let’s get you back to the infirmary.” Will said hastily, moving as quickly and efficiently as he talked.

So here Nico was again, in the same room, shirtless, with Will’s hands moving quickly and perceptively. Nico didn’t really hurt anywhere, but he let Will have his fun.

“Okay, your set. But I really don’t want you going back out there.” Will said, no argument in his tone.

“Alright.” Nico said, slipping on a clean shirt Will offered him. Nico knew this was his moment to tell Will he really liked him, but he opened his mouth and nothing came out. Will looked at him, waiting.

Nico mustered his courage, stepped up to Will and looked him in the eye. Nico didn’t know what to say still. 

“Um, thanks for, uh, taking care of me.” Nico said. Will smiled at him.

“No problem so are we cool now or wh-” Will didn’t finish his sentence, because Nico grabbed Will by his shirt and brought Will’s lips half way to meet Nico’s in a brief kiss.

It lasted only a moment, but it’s all Nico needed to know he was hooked.

When Nico pulled away, Will followed his lips, not done at all. Nico, shocked, gasped, letting Will’s tounge in. Nico moaned, so beyond happy.

“Please don’t be messing with me.” They both said at the same time. They laughed, looked at each other, and continued kissing.

The end. <3