Oli followed me on to the elevator, neither of us speaking. We had gotten into another stupid fight about how he is never home anymore. Oli and I have been dating for almost 2 and a half years. I am also 6 and a half months pregnant with our child. We were in the elevator going to our doctor’s appointment. All the sudden the elevator made a loud noise and stopped. “Fucking shit,” I mumbled.
"What the hell?“ Oli said. One of my biggest fears was unfolding right in front of me. However, I now have my pregnancy hormones working against me making the situation twice as bad. Tears welled in my eyes. "Baby it’s okay we will get out of here,” he said hugging me.I started to cry. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I didn’t mean it. I love you,” I said. He cupped my face and kissed my lips. “I love you too Y/n. Now let me get us out of here,” he said.
He rang the bell and grabbed the phone from the elevator. He called for help and they said they were working as fast and hard as they could. I rubbed my temples. “Y/n are you alright?” Oli asked me. “My head hurts,” I whined. Oli helped sit me down and he sat down next to me. I laid my head on his chest and he rubbed my stomach. The elevator shifted and I promise you my heart stopped. My eyes were practically bugging out of my head.
“We’re gonna be alright, I promise,” Oli said. “I guess now isn’t the best time to tell you that I’m scared of elevators,” I said my voice shaking and laughing nervously. “Aww, it’s okay, at least we are together.” “I love you,” I said. I felt so safe in his arms like nothing could go wrong. “Oli, I’m scared,” I said. “We are getting out of here love, I promise,” he said. “Not about getting out of here. I’m scared to be a mom.” “Why?” “Because I don’t know,” I trailed off.
"You can tell me it’s okay,“ he said. "I just don’t want to turn out like my parents,” I said looking down. “Baby you are nothing like them,” he reassured me. My parents left me when I was 3 then my now parents adopted me. “You are so much better than them and I know you are going to be the best mother out there,” Oli said. I kissed his cheek and cuddled into him.
We sat there for what felt like hours. All of the sudden, the elevator started up again. I smiled and watched Oli stand up. He helped me up and held my hand. We walked out and into the room. We introduced ourselves and minutes later Oli and I found out we were having a baby boy.
The two of you had played a couple rounds by the time someone landed on the top of the elevator. You and Bruce snapped your heads up, and the small emergency hatch was opened to reveal Captain America- well, Steve Rogers -out of uniform. He wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans and he gently lowered himself into the Elevator. “Doctor, Miss. L/N,” he greeted the two of you with a nod of his head.
Bruce used the momentary distraction to place his second to last card onto the pile with a quiet, “Uno.”
You looked down at your cards with a smile, “Nice one!” Bruce started to gather up the card so you could put them back into the sleeve. As the two of you stood up, you looked at Steve, “So, we have to go up to get out?”
Steve nodded, “Yes, the firefighters weren’t able to recall the Elevator, so we were forced to open the doors. The cart is sandwiched in-between the eleven and tenth floors, so we can’t open the doors without risk of it shifting and… well…”
“Say no more,” You said as you waved your hand, “I’d rather not get crushed.” Bruce stood and offered you a hand and you stood as well. You looked back up at the hatch apprehensively.
"yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.“
“I’d love a story where the reader is terrified of doctors and Bones does his best to get them through some sort of encounter.” - @outside-the-government
Word Count: 1,913
Author’s Note: This one is admittedly similar to this story that I wrote a little while ago, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless! Congrats once again to @outside-the-government for winning the Skip the Line event; I really hope you like your piece darling! I want to take this opportunity to send everyone over to check out @outside-the-government‘s blog; she’s writing some absolutely amazing stories and she deserves a lot of love for what she’s doing over there. She’s brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
the modern american narrative around illness is that of sin—conceptualizations of disease and disorder are predicated on some wrongdoing; the healthy perform penance (yoga, eating fresh, exercise, medicine, etc) to atone for their perceived laziness or wrongdoing (not doing those things) and thus avoid the penalties of sin (illness, disease, disability).
therefore those who are disabled or chronically ill have failed to perform this penance and must be corrected; and in addition those who are ill have committed some error and must perform their penance before being assisted. therefore, the disabled who make no attempt to cure themselves are simply being lazy, willful, stubborn, etc. and should not be helped because of their sinful state.
additionally, doctors become the priests; all-knowing and all-powerful arbitrators with health-god. since the doctor is elevated to the priestly caste, the doctor cannot be wrong and the patient can never have the doctor’s wisdom, because that challenges the framework too greatly. hence a healthy person will insist that the doctor knows best even when this is blatantly untrue.
Harry: “Alright,” he said
softly, making sure your leg was elevated just like the doctor had explained. “How’s
that?” he asked, looking over at you. “Good,” you smiled tiredly. Harry smiled
softly at you and came to sit on the bed next to you, pulling a blanket over
you. “Now it’s sleep time,” he hummed out. You didn’t put up a fight and
nodded. “Anything else you need before you pass out?” he said with a hint of
teasing in his voice. “M’good,” you slurred, your body already drifting off. Harry
leaned down and kissed your forehead, rubbing your arm gently. “Sleep well… I’m
right here if you need anything,” he said softly, pushing some hair from your
face. You let your eyes close, needing rest after a long night.
Liam: You slowly started
coming to, the anesthesia not quite all worn off yet. Everything felt kind of
fuzzy, including the hand that was holding onto yours. You shifted your gaze
over, seeing Liam with his phone in his free hand. He glanced over and his face
softened when he saw that you were finally awake. “Hi baby…” he said quietly.
You murmured out something in reply and he shook his head, giving your hand a
squeeze. “Don’t talk honey, it’s okay,” he reassured, moving up the bed so his
face was right next to yours. You turned your head slightly to look at him. He
gave you a soft smile and kissed the tip of your nose, keeping a tight hold on
your hand. “M’right here baby girl… just rest…”
Niall: The pain was the
only thing you could focus on. It was so intense, but as Niall had explained,
you weren’t due for another round of painkillers for another hour. The nurses
were trying to do everything to make you comfortable but you were so
uncomfortable. “Babe only one more hour…” Niall said softly, rubbing your arm
gently trying to stay calm for you. You whined out, shaking your head. “Niall I
need it now…” you whimpered, looking at him desperately. He swallowed thickly
and frowned deeply, moving to lie with you on the bed. You cried softly
grabbing onto him tightly. “Make it stop…” “I’m trying, I’m trying…” he said
softly, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just focus on me…”
Louis: “Careful…” he said
softly, holding your waist tightly and helping you step up into the house. “Lou…”
you chuckled, keeping your arm tightly around his shoulders. “Don’t laugh at me
for caring,” he raised his eyebrow at you, shutting the door behind him. “You
just had surgery, the last thing you need is another injury…” You bit your
tongue, kissing his cheek gently instead, letting him help you to the couch. He
gently lifted your leg up, being careful of your bandaged up knee. You winced
slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when he set the heating pad over it
gently. “Good?” he asked, flopping next to you and draping his arm over your
shoulders. “Yes…” you hummed, leaning into him. “Thanks nurse Tomlinson.”
Zayn: You felt so groggy
and so out of it when you were discharged from the hospital. Zayn practically
had to carry you out to the car, setting you in the passenger seat. You let
your head flop against the window, letting out a big yawn. Zayn chuckled when
he got into the car, shaking his head slightly. “Poor baby…” he cooed, pulling
out of the parking lot. You groaned in response and although he laughed, he
reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling it over the middle console. “We’ll get
you home and you can sleep the meds off…” he commented, a smile stuck on his
face. You nodded slightly, rolling your head over to face him before letting
your eyes closed. You knew that despite his teasing, you were in good hands.
Prompt: Amelia, Owen and Riggs are trapped somewhere.
Sometimes life was cruel. Unexpected, almost laugh out loud
at how hilariously awful or horrendous and completely uncalled for cruelty. As
Amelia Shepherd stood in the stalled elevator with Nathan on her left and Owen
on her right she knew that this was one of those scenarios. Riggs’ eyes shifted
awkwardly, trying to meet the petite woman’s gaze whilst trying to avoid the
other man completely. Owen’s jaw was set in a firm straight line, his gaze
colder than ice as he stared straight forward. Sandwiched between the two was
Amelia. Her head was pounding in a constant reminder of the fact that she had
lost her sobriety the night before with the man to her left. Her blue globes
wandered over to Owen, trying to catch his eyes as she watched fury bubble
under the surface of his skin.
Amelia couldn’t believe her luck. Who else in the entirety
of the world could say that they lost their brother, sister, boyfriend and
sobriety all in such a short period of time? She hoped no one else had the same
misfortune because it felt like absolute shit. Her intention in heading to the
bar last night had just been to breathe in the feeling of calm and the free
spirit of partygoers, not order numerous vodka tonics.