street nurse

anonymous asked:

What if Jason found a half dead kitten on the street and nursed it back to health?

Jason and a kitten, yessss!!!!! (im on mobile sorry for everything.)

He finds the kitten in an alley while he’s getting some dinner because he’s too tired to cook. He crouches down to look at the tiny, scruffy kitten on the dirty ground, lying on their sides, meowing softly.

Jason stops. Of course he stops. The kitten is thin and obviously hasn’t eaten anything filling in a while and Jason should leave the kitten or find an animal shelter but the kitten purrs and Jason isn’t strong enough to leave them to die.

He gets some towels when he arrives at home so the kitten will be warm and comfortable. Jason goes online and reads some sites how to nurse back a kitten to health because he knows jack shit about how to take care of an animal. He buys everything the kitten might need because his money might go to worse places than this.

It takes weeks before the kitten can walk around more than ten minutes.

Things that definitely happens after Fangs (yes, that’s her name) is up and healthy:

Fangs finding Jason’s chest the most comfortable place to sleep and Jason doesn’t move so he doesn’t wake her up. Damn his good heart.

Fangs snuggling to Jason’s neck when he’s laying down and then walking over him and Jason phones rings and Fangs steps on his face and yes, cat hair in his mouth. Nice.

Fangs hissing when there are strangers in Jason’s apartment. So like the first time Duke comes over, Fangs hisses at him from the table and–

“Wow, dude, why is she looking at me like she wants to kill me?”

“Huh, yeah that sounds pretty serious. Don’t worry I will protect you.”

“Har-har-har. Why do you even have a cat?”

“She blackmailed me to take care of her. She’s dangerous.”

“You’re a dork, oh my god.”

Ok, but Jay waking up from a nightmare and Fangs just snuggling closer and licks his face and “yes okay thank you cat but that’s not comfortable at all.”

Jason trying to let her go after she recovers and he opens his window and everything but she just stays on his bed and meows. “Yeah, I wouldn’t leave either.”

I have a headcanon that Kanan has himself a few children from the days when he was traveling around the galaxy and having too much fun while drinking too much.

So here are very simple write ups of 3 I have from youngest to oldest.

Achaia (18), and “Star” only to her mother, is from a one time encounter after her mum offered Kanan help after finding him on the street nursing a black eye. The event later between them was logged away as “youthful fun”, though she did have hopes that one day he would return once she’d had her baby. Wanting him to be able to see their child.

Kay (21) is the son of Kanan and “The Bar Owner’s Daughter”. Though life was rough for a while, things improved once his mother became a Rebel pilot, and they were able to live on one of the ships when he was 10. It was then that he first met his father. Extra fact: His favourite food is Jogans.

Unlike Kay and Achaia, “Havoc”‘‘s (21) background is far more strained. Having lost the family she had in an Imperial attack, she dropped the name she’d been given by her family that no longer existed and used the skills she had to get what little she needed from those around her. Not shy about killing when needed, she has no loyalties to anyone. She blames the Rebel up risers for the loss of her family just as much as she blames the Empire. Her successes have been enhanced by her uncanny ability to read people when watching and interacting with them, as well as having a heightened sense of self and the environment and situations around her.

I taste a liquor never brewed

“What do you have to say for yourselves?” Mary asked, her hands on her hips, her tone firm enough that Emma felt the men were already chastened and Anne Hastings had begun to sidle from the room, knowing she had not even the faintest claim on the moral high ground.

“S’not so very bad, May, can’t blame a man for ex-ped-pet-perimentin’ a little,” Jed Foster slurred, his gestures loose as his tongue. Henry only laughed but it was a sound Emma had never heard before, a thoughtless, empty sound and she couldn’t help peering at the bottle, which was half-full yet.

“Madame Baroness, forgive us,” Byron Hale began, then ruined any impression of polite gravitas with a loud hiccough and belch. “We couldn’t have known the spirits would be so…strong.” He ended with another hiccough, somehow even louder.

“Whatever possessed you? Jedediah, this kind of behavior is not fitting for the chief medical officer of a Union hospital. I daresay it’s not fitting for the least among men, let alone those who are elevated,” Mary said. Anne took the opportunity to slip out, Emma saw, waiting for Mary’s voice to become nearly strident. The men were transfixed by her, for all they struggled to fix their gaze upon anything. Henry shifted as if he would stand and slumped over onto Dr. Foster’s shoulder, blinking in confusion.

“It’s a parting gift from your nem-enem-sis, your nemesis, that bastard Bullen…we found his still, these bottles, needed to see if they were any good,” Dr. Foster explained.

“How could you imagine any good would come from that man?” Mary cried, not even bothered by her husband’s use of obscenity as much as the intoxication of the senior officers of Mansion House and the mention of the unlamented Silas Bullen, who had succumbed, ignominiously, to a case of dysentery after escaping death so many times before. Emma could imagine worse things than a secret still in the bowels of the hospital, but knowing the source, she considered the men had taken an indefensible risk in drinking the liquor the man had distilled.

“Shit makes the best fertilizer, May, you know that. But this stuff’s terrible, horrid,” Dr. Foster went on, making Emma blush to hear the way he spoke, the way he unknotted the cravat at his neck.

“I shouldn’t scold you any more, you’ll all pay with the most awful headaches tomorrow, don’t laugh again, chaplain, your prayers won’t save you,” Mary said, sighing. “Emma, please call for some orderlies and Dr. Foster and I will need a carriage to get home, I don’t dare let him walk like this through the streets.”

“You’re pretty, Emma, like a little flower,” Henry interrupted. Dr. Hale hiccoughed again and Dr. Foster heaved a sigh.

“Young love, May…young love,” he mumbled and Mary made a sound like a choked laugh.

“We must hope Nurse Hastings is up to the task of running the place tomorrow. I’ll see that Dr. Foster is ready by mid-morning, you can tell her for me. And I’ll try to send over some fresh bread and eggs if Julia’s got us any. They’ll need a proper breakfast,” Mary said, surveying the three inebriates with a queer fondness.

“That man was nothing but corruption and filth. Good riddance,” Mary remarked, then held out a hand to her husband. “Come along now, Jedediah. Let’s get you home. Try not to make a bigger fool of yourself than you already have.”

“You’ve married well, Foster. Good evening, Baroness,” Dr. Hale said, then closed his eyes and snored. Emma nodded at her friend, spared a glance for Henry, who smiled stupidly at her, and sniffed. There was no sense in talking anymore.

Medical Ableism & the Disability Hierarchy & the Intersection of Race and Disability

So this all happened three years ago. But the memory of it just resurfaced a few days ago.

At the very start of 2014, I had to go to the hospital for days of intravenous antibiotics for sores on my feet I thought had cleared up, but had actually just gone under the surface.

Anyway, after I was well enough to be released from the hospital, I still needed to have the dressings changed several times a day, which I could not do for myself. So I was moved across the street to a nursing home / rehab facility.

Because I have Cerebral Palsy, and that’s often assumed to come with “mental retardation” [sic – the official medical term that’s still in use through inertia in some places], the first few days I was there, I pushed myself to be snarky and clever and “witty” in response to almost everything anyone said to me, just prove I wasn’t intellectually disabled.  Not because I believe being intellectually disabled is bad, but because if people assumed that about me, I knew they’d be more likely to abuse me, and disregard my needs.* Even though I felt like c~@p, and didn’t want to spend the energy.

And the thing is, this strategy worked because I have White Privilege, so my jokes were taken as jokes (even if they were ultimately unfunny). If I had had the audacity to be brown or black while also having a “Developmental Disability,” I most likely would have been labeled “Uncooperative,” even if I were doing everything I was told to do with a smile.

That’s why we need to a) dismantle the disability hierarchy, and b) recognize our privilege even while fighting our own oppression (yes, Virginia, you can be oppressed and privileged at the same time).

*(And don’t you dare say: “But you don’t know that! Not everyone’s a bigot!” Listen, Sugarlump, I grew up in the medical industrial complex, I’ve seen how doctors, nurses, and therapists treat kids they assume are I.D. all my life – they were in the beds next to mine, sitting next to me at the table in the camp dining hall, a couple feet away on another exercise mat in the therapy room.  Just because you saw one feel-good human interest story on the news/Facebook about that PT who treats her clients with respect, doesn’t mean your anecdotal evidence has more credibility than mine).

“— you’re going to have to let me find out what’s wrong with you before i give you anything for your pain.” finlay began to explain as she knelt beside the person who seemed to be getting rather antsy and impatient “do you want to explain to me what happened?”

anonymous asked:

Heya! Love your blog to bits <3 you have quite a talent! I was just wondering if you had the time or inclination, if you could write a HC for RFA + V + Saeran finding out MC has an incurable disease. Whether it's terminal or not, up to you- but should it be I'd love to see how they'd spend their last months together. If you don't want to write it, it's cool- many thanks for taking the time to read this!!! And many thanks for your work on this blog too!!! <3

~Of course I will make it terminal because I am morbid and also you guys love the angst lololol so here goes!

{Requests Are Closed}

◉ Yoosung

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Yoosung had been so hopeful before he heard those words
  • And now he looked into his wife’s eyes
  • Your eyes
  • And he didn’t know what to say
  • He relied on being the happy one
  • The cheerful one
  • The ‘glass half-full’ husband who kept you going
  • And now he was broken
    • “It’s okay, Yoosung…” you brushed your hand on his face
  • He held it to his cheek before breaking down into a sob
  • He wished he could have been stronger for you in that moment
  • He took you home and laid you in bed
  • You were so tired…
  • And after you fell asleep he moved to the living room and called his mom in tears
    • “Mom…” he clenched his fist, “I don’t know what to do,” he sobbed quietly as to not wake you
    • “Yes, you do, honey…”
  • It was such a small thing to say
  •  But it had a huge impact on his heart
  • Yoosung sniffled and nodded, if only to himself
  • He just had to love you…
  • And be there for you
  • While he still could…
  • Then, he could deal with his emotions
  • He could be angry
  • You woke to Yoosung at your bedside
  • A smile on his face and a large plate of breakfast
    • “You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry,” he hurried to say
    • “It looks delicious,” you really didn’t have an appetite. But you’d never let him know
  • You picked at the food
    • “We have a big day today,” Yoosung smiled
    • “What do you mean?”
  • He had been planning it all night
  • And making phone calls
  • He knew how much you had always wanted a pet
  • But you never asked, because it wasn’t really his thing
    • “Let me show you, hold on,” he got up from the bed and left for a moment
  • When he returned
  • He had a small corgi puppy in his hands
    • “YOOSUNG!” you flung up from the bed
    • “Don’t scare her!” he laughed
  • She was so tiny
    • “She was found on the streets. I’ve been nursing her back to health at the clinic and she finally has some strength back. What do you want to name her?” Yoosung held her out for you to grab
  • You held her next to your chest
    • “She’s shaking…I think I’ll call her Jello…”
    • “It’s perfect”
  • He kissed the top of your head
    • “Now get back into bed with her and rest”
  • You actually ate your food after that
  • Which Yoosung noticed
  • Your last 2 months held a lot of smiles
  • You couldn’t leave the bed much…
  • And day by day, you had grown weaker
  • But Jello lay by your side
  • Or on your chest
  • Her favorite spot
  • And Yoosung took care of you with a smile
  • Most days, all you could manage to do was walk Jello with Yoosung
  • And then
  • Even that was too much
  • When you passed away, Yoosung shrunk into himself
  • The first night alone was the hardest
  • He sobbed on the bed, clutching one of your shirts
  • Jello crept up and licked his tears
  • Yoosung laughed and stroked her fur
    • “Oh, Jello…what are we…going to do without her…” he cried

◉ Jumin

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Jumin wouldn’t hear it
  • He squeezed tighter on your hand
    • “No. There’s always something you can do. Get to work, damn it, or I’ll find someone more competent,” Jumin seethed
    • “Jumin, please…don’t do this,” you pleaded
    • “I’m not giving up on you. And neither are they.”
  • He ordered a bunch of new tests to be ran
  • Despite all of the protests from both you and the doctors
  • Until his father showed up and pulled him away to the side
    • “You’ve got to stop this, son.”
    • “I appreciate your concern, but I won’t sit back and watch her die. There has to be something they can-”
    • “Stop,” Jumin’s father cut him off and grabbed his shoulders, “Stop this. I know you’re scared and upset…But there’s nothing more that can be done. Please, take my daughter-in-law home. Make her comfortable. Don’t ruin her last days with tests and needles.”
  • Jumin’s face grew soft and he teared up
  • He cried
    • “It seems I’ve been selfish,” Jumin sighed.
  • He took you home
  • And of course took a leave of absence from work
    to be by your side at all times
  • You had round-the-clock care
  • Jumin made sure you had everything you could want
  • At night he read to you
  • He forced you to eat
  • Some days when you were really sick, he had the chefs make 10 meals if they had to, until there was something you could stomach
    • “She’s not…she can’t eat the salmon today…perhaps a nice soup would be better…”
  • He fed you when you didn’t have the strength
  • And had fresh flowers brought in every day
  • When you passed away
  • He and his father had the most elaborate funeral planned
  • Every year on the day you died, Jumin Han stays in his penthouse instead of going into work
  • He still has two plates set out for dinner
  • And he never sleeps on your side of the bed

◉ Zen

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Zen’s mind was a whirl of questions
  • You were just a little sick…?
  • How did you get here?
  • Why was this happening?
  • He broke down when he saw you crying
  • Kissed you
  • He didn’t know what to say
  • The words were caught in his throat
  • It was quiet between the two of you until you got home
  • The shock was too much
  • And as Zen cooked dinner he found himself looking through his phone at photos of you both
    • “Let’s get out of here,” he brought your plate to the table for you
    • “What do you mean?”
  • Zen sat down across from you
    • “Let’s go. Let’s experience things. I can’t…I don’t want to sit around  and…a-and…”
  • He broke down crying
  • You held his hand
    • “Okay, let’s go,” you said through your own tears
  • The next day you packed
  • He told the director what was going on and no one protested his leave
  • You clung behind him on the bike and got going
  • Riding everywhere and anywhere
  • Each stop was a new photo posted
  • Both of you smiling
  • At a park
  • Or a new restaurant
  • You sleeping in a hotel bed
  • Until you were too weak to ride anymore
  • He felt a furious tapping on his chest and pulled to the side of the road
  • You dismounted and threw off your helmet
  • Vomiting and falling to your knees
    • “Babe!” Zen ran to your side
    • “I’m sorry…I’m just not feeling so great right now…”
  • He held your hair while you puked
  • Took you to the nearest hospital
  • Where you stayed until you passed
  • Zen held your hand the whole time
  • He returned home to a living room full of gifts and flowers and chocolates
  • Sympathy balloons
    • “The landlord must have brought these in for me,” he said as he flicked on the light
  • He sifted through some of the gifts before it was too much to handle
  • It seemed so empty and small in the apartment now
  • It wasn’t until he walked by a photo of you
  • His favorite one that hung in the hallway
  • He felt a knot in his chest
  • He pulled it from the hook and ran his fingers over your face
  • And sobbed

◉ Jaehee

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Jaehee pushed her emotions to the side
  • And held you as you cried
    • “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered to you
  • She wiped your tears
  • From then on she slept in the hospital with you
  • The nurses love her
  • She wrote down everything you were feeling
  • Every day
  • All of the medicines you took and when you were scheduled to take them
  • What you ate
  • They let her bring in food and baked goods for you
  • Of course
  • She brought in treats for the nursing staff and doctors
  • The staff was sick knowing that they couldn’t do anything further to help you two
  • So they tried to make it as comfortable as possible for you and Jaehee
  • She would lay in the hospital bed with you and cuddle while watching a Zen DVD on the hospital TV
  • She loved the way you hummed along with the musical numbers
  • And she would hear it with each one, even after you passed away
  • She wore your apron when cooking
  • Left your toothbrush by the sink
  • And although you had been a closet hog with all of your clothes, she wouldn’t dare removing anything from it

◉ Saeyoung 

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • He couldn’t stop the stream of tears down his face
  • Sure, he had watched you become weaker over the last few weeks…
  • But he thought you’d make a comeback
  • That it would pass
  • He pressed his forehead onto you as you both cried and held each other
  • And he treated you like a piece of fragile glass from then on
  • He drove so slowly on the way home
  • And carried you inside before putting you in bed
  • Silently he sobbed while preparing dinner
  • But he made sure to compose himself before bringing you the food
  • He was wearing your apron
    • “The chef’s special for my extra special lady,” he placed the bowl on the bed tray for you, “be careful, it’s hot! I can blow on it for you.”
    • “Saeyoung…aren’t you going to eat?”
    • “I already ate some in the kitchen,” he lied, “okay now, open up.”
  • He stopped caring for himself
  • He was only focused on you
  • And making you smile and laugh
  • Your room was now full of small toys and robots
  • Each one doing something different
  • Saeyoung stayed up late at night while you slept and made them for you
  • It was an obsession that kept him from thinking about reality
  • And the fact that he was going to lose you
  • And although he was nothing but goofy and cheerful with you
  • One night you heard him praying at his desk when he thought you were asleep
    • “Please don’t take her from me, God…you can’t…s-she’s all that I have…I can’t do this without her,” he spoke through quick breaths and tears
  • You laid there in silence while your tears soaked your pillow
  • When you passed he closed himself off from the world again for a while
  • He found himself talking to you as much as God
  • Maybe even more
  • It comfort him to tell you about his day
  • With the thought that maybe you could hear him
  • He imagined your smiling face when he closed his eyes

◉ V

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • He held you close
  • And stroked your hair
  • He was shaking a little as he was crying
    • “I love you so much…we can get through this,” he whispered.
  • He hated that he couldn’t be the only one to take care of you
  • Since his sight was almost non-existent
  • He hired a caregiver to come to the apartment every day and help you both
  • Jumin often stopped by to check on you both as well
  • He was worried, he could tell his friend was broken
  • When you slept, V stay up late pacing and smoking to try and calm himself
  • But not for long
  • He’d crawl into bed and hold you close
  • Smell your hair
  • And feel your warm skin
  • He never wanted to forget it
  • When you were near the end
  • V never left your side for a second
  • He placed cool rags on your head
  • And held your hand in his own as you cried in pain
    • “I’m right here…don’t worry…it’s going to be okay, my love…I’m here…”
  • He broke down at the bed side when your hand went limp and there was silence
  • The caregiver pat him on the back
    • “She knows how much you loved her. You did good…”

◉ Saeran

    • “There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
  • Saeran clenched his fists
  • This couldn’t be happening…
  • You were the one person who understood him
  • And now…
  • He struggled to understand it all
  • But he pulled himself together when he saw how afraid you were
  • He held you crying face in his hands
    • “Hey, stop that,” he almost cried, himself, “I love you…” he kissed you
  • Inside he was broken
  • But he would pull it together just for you
  • He called his brother to help
    • “Let’s get all of this…hospital-type shit out of here…I want it to be more like home for her…” he told Saeyoung
  • So you lay in bed while they rearranged and brought stuff back from your apartment
  • Your favorite blanket
  • And books
  • Saeran read to you often
  • And pestered you when you stopped eating
  • He knew it was a bad sign
  • He took a lot of photos with you
  • The first time it happened you were shocked
  • He lay up on the bed and held the phone above you both
    • “Smile,” he said.
    • “What are you doing? You hate pictures,” you laughed.
    • “Well I changed my mind, alright? Now will you please smile?”
  • He took some goofy face ones, ones where he was kissing your cheek, he was always snapping pictures of you two
  • Even when you said you looked and felt terrible
  • He always told you that you were being dumb, you looked gorgeous
  • He was out shopping for some snacks for you two when he got the call on his cell phone
  • He dropped his basket and ran
  • He was panting when he got to your hospital room
    • “You made it just in time…I think she was hanging on for you,” the nurse said to him.
  • He started to cry and ran to your side
  • Your eyes were closed
    • “I’m…so sorry,” you managed to speak
    • Shhh, don’t say that,” he kissed your lips, “you’re the love of my life…I don’t think I can make it without you,” he cried.
  • His hands were shaking and he pressed the back of your hand to his cheek
    • “I will always love you, Saeran,” you whispered.
  • He wouldn’t let them take you away for a long while
  • He laid there in silence with you
  • And after you passed, Saeyoung moved in with him for a while
  • Despite his protests, he was glad
  • And every night he flipped through the photos of you two, until he couldn’t stay awake any longer
Snap! (John Laurens X Reader)

Request!: Hi! Can I get 100 and 95 (in that order) with Laurens bc the reader got him a turtle for their anniversary or something? THANKS

Paring: John Laurens X Reader
{Guest Starring: Brother! Lafeyette}

Prompts: 95. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”,
100. “I got you a present.”

TW: None just FLUFF! FLUFF! FLUFF! So much fluff I love this!!

A/N- This is my first imagine so I’m kinda freaking out! Wish me luck!!

F/F- Favorite flavor of cake.
M/N- Middle name

Word Count: 2070


“Babe! I’m home!” You said while looking around for any sign out John. When you heard music blasting and no answer back, you quickly coaxed in the three friends you and John both shared. They all shuffled through the door with their hands full. After they all got in, you closed the door behind you with your foot, your own hands full with a box.

You heard footsteps walking towards you and all four of you panicked. Your brother, Lafayette, quickly opened the door to the coat closet, shooing Alex and Herc inside, taking the box from your hands and going in himself. You shut the door quickly.

John whipped his head towards the sound of your voice, his face gaining a wide smile. “Y/N, How long have you been standing there!”

“Long enough…” You looked at his appearance and smiled. “Merde, Laurens, you clean up good.” You laughed and leaned against the door frame. You heard a gag from inside the closet, and your cheeks flushed.

“Ready for our anniversary date tonight?” John asked you as his hair settled on the shoulders of his suit.

“Can’t wait for it.” You smiled.

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Lost & Found.

Request: can i have an edward nygma imagine (since you love him so much and i do too) of him finding you on the streets of Gotham and nursing you back to health??????

Requested by: @itstheemcat

Word Count: 1,926

Warnings: Violence toward a woman.

Author’s Note: Another one that’s been sitting in my inbox for months. I’m the worst. Under a read more because it got so freaking long, holy shit. Might do a part two if anyone wants it, but????? ENJOY.

You’d be alone on the streets for years, ever since your parents left you for a quiet life alone together. It hadn’t been so bad. You learned to fend for yourself, and though the stealing and the lying and the running got to you sometimes, you knew you were only doing what you had to to survive. That night, the night you had been saved by Mr. Edward Nygma, had been the hardest one yet.

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“I kind of got inspired by my dad. He likes to volunteer, especially helping with children. I’m planning to get my master’s degree in occupational therapy so I can work with children with autism. To be able to help a child adapt to society and become one with everybody else, so they’re not feeling like they’re left out or seen as different, that’s definitely where my passion is. And it all stems from my dad. Also, my sister’s a nurse, so I guess we’re all just people who like to help others.”

Happy National nurses day! 

In the new PBS drama MERCY STREET, Hannah James plays Emma Green and Mary Elizabeth Winstead plays Mary Phinney, two volunteer nurses on opposing sides of the Civil War. 

Did you know prior to the Civil War, few women were nurses because it was seen as inappropriate? Even during the war, 80% of nurses were men, most of which were convalescent soldiers.

MERCY STREET debuts on PBS in January 2016.

anonymous asked:

I love your writing so much! Could you do one where Neil is on a run and gets bitten by a snake?

Disclaimer: I live in a state where snakes aren’t really a thing so this is probably grossly inaccurate. Also, I know New Mexico doesn’t have any major sports teams, but pretend they have a pro Exy team

The room is dark when Neil blinks his eyes open. A thin sliver of light pries through the heavy curtains pulled taut across the window, but the room is still full of dancing shadows. It takes Neil’s eyes a moment to adjust, but then he can make out Andrew’s sleeping form beside him. Over Andrew’s shoulder, Neil can see the glaring red numbers of the alarm clock reading 7:12. Their team check-out isn’t until 10:30, so Neil lets his eyes fall back shut, hoping to snag a few extra hours of sleep before the long bus ride back. His body isn’t keen on cooperating, though, and the itch to get up probes at the back of his mind. 

Neil allows a few more minutes to tick past in hopes that his limbs will relax, but when it doesn’t happen, he carefully slides out of bed. Despite Neil’s best efforts not to jostle the mattress, Andrew is awake when Neil turns back around after changing into his running gear. Andrew doesn’t say anything, but his eyes track Neil as he moves across the dark room. 

“Sorry,” Neil mutters into the quiet as shoves his feet into his trainers. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

Andrew’s only response is to narrow his eyes into a glare before letting them fall shut again, so with a shrug, Neil grabs the key-card off the desk in the corner and slips out of the room. He does a few brief stretches in the hall before taking the stairs down to the lobby. Despite the early hour, the Santa Fe heat licks at his skin as soon as he steps outside, and the rising morning sun crawls along his back as he starts jogging down the road. 

He keeps an easy pace at first, taking notes of landmarks and road signs so he can find his way back. It’s not long, though, before that itch is back, digging its claws into his muscles and making them cry out for more. Neil pushes himself into a full blown run, the New Mexican landscape whipping past him as he dashes down a country road. 

After a few miles, Neil slows to a stop. He bends over so his hands rest on his knees and focuses on pulling back his heart-rate and breath. He’s tugging his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face when a sharp pain above his ankle draws his attention. Neil hears the creature before he sees it, but now that he’s looking, there’s no mistaking the rattlesnake perched along the road, its tanned scales blending in with the sandy terrain. 

Neil’s whole body jerks at the sight, and he stumbles back and away from the snake. Once he feels there’s a comfortable distance, he lets his attention fall back to his leg. There’s no missing the two marks just above his ankle bone, and his skin is already swelling around the bite mark. Neil still remembers the time he had spent in New Mexico before hitchhiking to Phoenix. He remembers the signs explaining what to do and what not to do after encountering a rattlesnake. 

He rips his bandanna off his and ties it around his leg, right above the bite. Neil fumbles his phone out of his shorts pocket, but the excruciating pain tearing up his leg makes it hard to focus. He grits his teeth and dials 911, trying to breathe through the pain so he can tell the operator what happened and where he is. It doesn’t take long for the ambulance to arrive, but by then, the lower part of his leg has swelled significantly and the scalding pain is almost unbearable. 

The paramedics give him a dose of anti-venom in the ambulance, and once Neil is set up in a hospital room, they hook him up to an IV and give him another dose. 

“Is there anyone you want me to call for you, hon?” the nurse asks once Neil is situated. 

“Yeah. The hotel on Main Street. Room 427.” 

The nurse offers Neil a smile and a nod before she turns to leave, letting the door to his room fall shut behind her. Neil isn’t sure how much time has passed before the door swings back open, but he looks up at the sound. Andrew stands in the doorway for a moment, his expression bored and arms crossed over his chest, as he eyes Neil. 

“Why do I ever let you out of my sight?” 

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My Modern Gods: Apollon

He covers the concrete with spray painted art. He strums his guitar for money to give to LGBQ+ shelters. Sometimes he’ll volunteer at a hospital who’s staff has been overstreched to lend a learned hand. Othertimes it’s to spread disease to the ones waiting because it is their time to feel pain.

Apollon has many lovers - both male and female - at once. He can’t help it, seeing beauty in both male and female forms. A few know who he is but regardless all curl up into the God’s warm embrace. He sneaks into summer camps and teaches the children how to aim their arrows straight and how to mold clay into shapes. Apollon loves the city and the music that thrums through the air. Any odd looks he gets while out with two of his lovers at once he meets with a cold stare; who are they to judge love whether it be between man and woman, man and man, woman and woman or more?

People say the Gods are dead. Apollon laughs because in reality they are alive and well, walking among us under the guise of a doctor, a nurse, a street performer, a tagger and a lover.