#car accidents

[heidioph]

#pokemon legends arceus #pokemon cogita #pokemon volo #volo #cogita #my art #car accidents

[marlynnofmany]

Experience: listening to music in the car, imagining getting in a crash and being stuck injured while that song keeps playing

Normal reaction: "That's messed up; I hope it never happens."

Writer reaction: "That's messed up; I should use it in a story. The song would be ruined for the character, and Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' is so fitting because the zombies look like they're injured anyway, and wow this could ruin any appreciation that character has for zombie movies too, and..."

#guess which song I just gave myself a ghost of secondhand trauma for #my sympathies for the people who've actually experienced this #I'm sure there are many #car accidents #trauma #writer life

[itellmyselfsecrets]

“Men are more likely than women to be involved in a car crash, which means they dominate the numbers of those seriously injured in car accidents. But when a woman is involved in a car crash, she is 47% more likely to be seriously injured than a man, and 71% more likely to be moderately injured, even when researchers control for factors such as height, weight, seat-belt usage, and crash intensity…She is also 17% more likely to die and it all has to do with how the car is designed - and for whom…When men and women are in a car together, the man is most likely to be driving. So not collecting data on passengers more or less translates as not collecting data on women. The infuriating irony of all this is that the gendered passenger/driver norm is so prevalent that…the passenger seat is the only seat that is commonly tested with a female crash-test dummy, with the male crash-test dummy still being the standard dummy for the driver's seat. So stats that include only driver fatalities tell us precisely zero about the impact of introducing the female crash-test dummy.” - Caroline Criado Perez (Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men)

#design bias #male as default #gender data gap #Caroline Criado Perez #womanhood #invisible women #Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men #dibs #car accidents #driving #women’s safety #vehicle safety

[bomberqueen17]

uhhhhmuhgawhhhh

ok this has been a long fucking month.

i am back in buffalo. i am in my house. i had to find my pillow, which had gotten misfiled. but i have had a slep, i have gotten catsnuggles, i have gotten *cough* we'll call them dudesnuggles. i have awoken. i have made my coffee the way i like it. i am on a couch on my computer and don't have to do anything for at least an hour.

now i can tell to you the Saga of All Of It.

so like ok August was a really rough month. It was just-- busy, and I had been tentatively on a three-weeks-on, one-week-off schedule at the farm, and had thus managed to visit Buffalo like, well once this summer but you know. Anyway the last time I was home I'd spent the entire time helping Dude's mom clear out his aunt's house, so it hadn't exactly been relaxing or let me do any of my own projects, but it had been something. But I got back to the farm and it was go-go-go-go, and then BIL and Farmsister and Farmkid and my mom went on vacation together for a week so I had to watch the house and fill in some farm duties especially dealing with the farmer's market and such, and then they got back and it was a frantic game of catch-up, and then the Livestock Manager got married so he had a week off before and a week after, prearranged but the amount of work was still the same. And it meant that BIL especially was very overworked and was horribly cranky about it and, I'm not gonna tiptoe around it, was real fuckin mean to specifically me for a bunch of it, so that sucked out loud. And in the midst of all of this there were a couple of events where everybody else was invited to a thing and I had to stay home and cover for the absences. And it all kinda piled up and like, I'm a grown ass woman and can handle not being invited to things but it was a lot of things. And I tried, in the middle there, to celebrate my birthday a little bit? but there wasn't a ton of time, I found out Friday afternoon that I'd be able to have Saturday off, so I did scrape together an expedition for myself to a nearby art museum at least but that was the sum total of it, a flying visit from a friend for which I had like four free hours and then had to return to work, and dude visited for the weekend and I got to spend a couple hours looking at art. That was it.

So I was really tired and really done, and this final week BIL was just like outright shitty to me, yelling at me about things that either 1) went against a policy he'd made up earlier, like using a particular method of cleaning on a particular floor drain which he had specifically told me not to do, clearly changed his mind about, and then was furious i hadn't done, but see I wasn't notified of the mind change there so I didn't know? anyway, or 2) were things that I'm not in charge of and I just happened to be the person closest to him when he noticed that something hadn't been done the way he thought it should have specifically been done today even though there would have been reasons at other times to not do it like that, and in fact in this case later it became useful that it had been done as it was, and-- just anyway. It was stuff normally I'd not be so upset about but at the culmination of this extremely thankless-grinding month I was just distraught.

So I got my work done early enough to leave at midday on Friday. And I did, after lunch I did a tiny bit more work but left the farm before 2pm, absolutely giddy at the thought of getting home to Buffalo in time for dinner.

And traffic was annoyingly heavy on 787, but all was fine and doable and not a problem until some jackass decided to cut into the entrance ramp for the 90 at the last possible second and some even bigger jackass decided that the only way to react to this was by theatrically overreacting by coming to a complete fucking stop and so

well i hit the person in front of me, and the person behind me hit me, and the person behind her hit her, and we all pulled off on the side of the road and had to wait for the cops. My hood was crunched shut, and my exhaust system, already having become noisy from part of a pipe rusting through, snapped clean in half.

But nothing was leaking. And nobody was hurt. The lady in the car behind gave me her number and left, because she had dogs in the car who were likely to overheat in the 90F high humidity, and also recently a woman had been killed on the side of this very road in this very situation and she was too afraid to wait. But the ladies in the car ahead were nice and offered me a drink from their cooler and just seemed tired but not mad, and had already called the cops which was great because I had forgotten how to operate my phone in all the kerfuffle.

So we waited for a state trooper to show up-- and notably, he was actually really nice, very reassuring, understanding of how I was also on the phone with my insurance company (also very nice, and I had to have her on the car speaker because the traffic noise was so much i couldn't hear my phone microphone at all, and I was so distracted I kept being like "you want me to what" and then not hearing the answer-- telling her my license plate number was like the most difficult thing for some reason), and he got us to move our cars to a different off-ramp where there was less traffic, and we filled out all the paperwork and stuff and he gave me directions for how to get back to the westbound interstate. He called the lady from the car behind me, for me, and the two of them explained to me that since there was negligible damage I didn't actually have to report that accident if I didn't want to, and so I was like okay fine let's not even bother, since it has to be a whole separate accident report and none of the damage to my car is from that accident. (Not visibly anyway, though I expect it's probably why the exhaust system did what it did-- still though, not likely to be relevant. Even though surely the accident I did report is going to be determined to be my fault, but this second one wouldn't be-- it wouldn't help anything.)

I took off and immediately realized I wasn't going to be able to drive the car as it was, and helpfully a man pulled up next to me at that light and said "your exhaust system is definitely dragging, do you know about it?" and I said wearily "I was just in an accident so thank you for helping me identify what the problem actually is", and went past the on-ramp into the parking lot of a fire hall right there that happened to also be a pokemon gym in my color. I sat for a moment, put a defender in the gym (thanks, random team instinct person, for having taken that gym half an hour previous, that cheered me up a bunch), and then got out of my car, found a work glove I knew I'd thrown in there, crawled under the car a bit, and tucked the muffler pipe up to sit on top of the catalytic converter so it wouldn't drag on the ground. (I don't know that the glove was necessary but I do know exhaust systems get real fuckin hot so i do recommend gloves if handling any of those parts on a car that's been running lately.)

It worked, it held, and I was like well. Car runs. Hood's all cattywumpus but it's definitely not going to fly open because it's literally crimped shut. Already had some front-end damage on this thing from an accident we mutually decided not to report a couple years back-- very minor but the plastic is cracked and the foglight mount damaged. Well now it's proper fucked, so that's fine. I was going to have to find a mechanic to repair the muffler assemblage anyway, it was already loud as fuck, so now it's just done with the polite fiction of being an exhaust system.

So I walked around the car, open and shut all the doors to make sure they still did, and then got in and got onto the Thruway. Fuck this shit, I was not going to drive back to the farm and then have to rely on a bunch of people of whom I'm slightly tired and who are clearly also slightly tired of me to have to ferry my ass around, and miss my extremely extremely necessary week off of work (because you know if I'm there I'm going to fucking do work on the farm, that's how it works, I have no boundaries).

All I wanted was to see a person (and cat) who actually enjoy my company and want to see me.

So I put in earplugs because the noise was not great, and drove 300 miles, and arrived just before dark, and pulled into the driveway and Chita was so surprised to see me that she came right out to me even though i was still sitting in my car. She doesn't like cars, hates them when they're moving and really doesn't like being in them, but she does like to sit under them when they're off.

[image description: a small gray cat with her paws up on the running board of a blue car, peering in the open driver's side door with motion-blurred interest; the foreground is my bare leg and the hem of my dress and my filthy car floor]

So I'm home, and I have already done all the awkward phone calls, and I was expecting I'd need to call the garage my insurance company has set up to do the assessing (that's how my insurance company does it) but the text of it says they'll call me. i still might call them midmorning today to see if they're open. IDK I don't even care what happens now, I'm home and I've had my own coffee and my cat missed me and my dude missed me and i'll just figure the rest out later.

#about the author #car accidents #not graphic don't worry

[irondadfics]

Haii!! Can you help me? Im looking a story about Peter save Morgan from car crash? Thank youuu for your help. Have a nice day!!

could any of these be be your fic?

#found fic #morgan stark #big brother peter #car accidents

[hclib]

Tragedy at the 1923 State Fair

One hundred years ago, auto racing was a major attraction at the Minnesota State Fair. Despite the sport's popularity, the State Fair's board unanimously voted on the evening of September 5, 1923, to ban amateur drivers from competition. The swift change came because of the tragedies that had unfolded at the fairgrounds just a few hours earlier.

At 2:00 pm, roughly 50,000 people had gathered in the State Fair Grandstand to watch the auto races and auto polo competition. Not long after the events began, however, tragedy struck. Owen Van Drake, a 31-year-old driver from St. Paul, lost control of his car and hit the wall or fence. An ambulance arrived swiftly, but Van Drake died before making it to the hospital. Only a short while later, another 31-year-old driver, Joseph Lehman of Minneapolis, accidentally drove through the fence. With his car and clothing afire, Lehman was able to escape from the wreckage. He survived, but only after spending a week in the hospital badly burned. Finally, in the final competition of the race program -- an auto polo match between the Canadian and American teams -- Walter Sterling, a 27-year-old Canadian player, was injured when his car rolled over.

Perhaps because of the traumatic outcomes of that racing day, a program for the September 5, 1923 auto races is in our Minneapolis and Hennepin County Subject Vertical Files. We do not know how the program came to the library, but it may have been donated by one of the spectators at those frightful races. Whoever that spectator was, he or she noted Lehman's "smash up" in the program.

#minnesota #minnesota state fair #car racing #minneapolis #car accidents #1920s #state fairs

[wangxianficrecs]

driver's license by cryptenhope

driver’s license

by cryptenhope

T, 5k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying can’t find anger in Lan Zhan for leaving. There’s no rage, no pure spite. He doesn’t need to forgive the man. Forgiveness means there was something to blame Lan Zhan for in the first place. No, Wei Ying blames himself for caring. He cannot forgive himself for still loving Lan Zhan because he does, irrevocably and undeniably. And now? Now, Wei Ying is tired. (Or: the driver’s license au that has nothing to do with the song or driving) Kay's comments: Ah, wonderful angst! Wei Ying wakes up in the hospital after an accident to find Lan Zhan by his side. Lan Zhan, who had broken up with him months ago because he wasn't brave enough to stand against his family. I love how little anger Wei Ying felt and how it was more exhaustion and tiredness and honestly, despite the tags, I'd say this story has a happy ending too! Excerpt: Wei Ying is lost. “What...why are you even here?” he asks, shuffling to sit up. This merely startles Lan Zhan into motion as he helps Wei Ying reach a comfortable position, a steady, strong hand on his back. Wei Ying barely contains a shiver, relishing in the warmth burning on his skin through the thing fabric of the hospital gown. Lan Zhan’s touch has never been something he could deny his desires for. It will never not affect him. “Careful,” Lan Zhan murmurs before straightening up. He takes a small step back and tilts his head. “The hospital called me. Apparently, I am your emergency contact and Power of Attorney.” Wei Ying stills. Oh. That.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no magic, hospitals, hurt wie wuxian, blood and injury, post-break up, breaking up & making up, getting back together, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, sad wei wuxian, car accidents, @cryptenhope

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #pov wei wuxian #modern setting #modern no magic #hospitals #hurt wie wuxian #blood and injury #post-break up #breaking up & making up #getting back together #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #sad wei wuxian #car accidents #short fic <15k #teen #cryptenhope #driver's license

[lifewithchronicpain]

I already knew this, but my mom was reminding me when she was complaining about people saying they don't drive any better if they see "baby on board" signs on a car. First off, okay, you're an asshole.

But more importantly, That's Not Why They Were Created! It's so if the car is in an accident, rescue workers know they need to look for a baby. Back when I was growing up especially, car seats were not made as well and it could go flying in a crash. If the baby is unconscious or just being quiet, because they do that too, and the adult is unconscious or dead, they can't tell them there was a baby.

So like, I hope you drive safe anyway, but the "baby on board" signs aren't trying to be some status symbol of parenthood. They're a safety step in case of the worst.

#baby on board #driving #safety #car accidents #death mention tw

[dailyoriginalcharacter]

SMILEZ is a dream demon, he can be anything that you fear. With the ability to mock appearances and shift into your worst nightmares, Smilez has a knack for leading someone to their demise.

send me an ask about him on @ruindlc !

SMILEZ during the story, mocks the appearance and personality of Samson Reed (pictured above, blonde hair with purple dye), the unlucky victim of a car crash, stalking the two 'living' survivors Juno and Aries through limbo, hoping to break the two cousins down to their deaths. Smilez uses this ability to try and lure people into a sense of security, using someone they trust as a "guiding light" as an angler fish would do to its prey.

Smilez also has other abilities, delving into someone's worst fears and taking them, morphing his body to resemble what xey would feel weakest too.

Smilez never looks the same to anyone, always changing, shifting, and learning. Are you afraid of clowns? bugs? maybe even the vastness of what remains undiscovered?

I promise you, he will become it.

Orginally designed and thought of for a survival horror, I will describe some of his 'mechanics' as they still apply with the current ideas of Malaise.

Smilez is able to unlock doors with the tips of his fingers (very slow, giving ample time to hide under a bed, closet, or bathroom) and will tap along a vents siding like an aye-aye would an 'empty' tree, feeling for the vibrations the Player (JUNO) would produce when moving, the tappings have an aduio que that start with a small scratching sound that proceeds with a tapping audio.

Smilez can not see as well as he would've liked too, so he uses his hearing to his advantage, if the Player is around a corner or in close distance to smilez but NOT in his direct line of sight (you will see his shadow in these situations if hes onto you), Smilez will start to listen for breathing, which applies a "hold your breath" mechanic, holding your breath would end up being a clicking-based function, having to click a sequence of four keys to survive this, UNLESS the player has a throwable item in inventory (which are easy to find) and that item can be thrown any direction which will send smilez bounding that way (he usually runs on all fours, by the way.)

But... that is all i will mention! check out the Malaise spotify playlist (HERE)

and the pinterest board (HERE)

#OC #ruindlc #Smilez #/ #Body Horror #Paranoia Inducing #Blood #Car Accidents

[girlnextdeer]

Haven’t seen a single pair a fucking headlights

#snowgrave #deltarune #uhhh nightmare. I’m okay now but wow that was awful #car accidents #car accident #? #Noelle holiday #our art #okay to reblog #weird route #dr angst #angst #yeah #I’m. probably never gonna be able to finish this or want to at least

[tangledinink]

I want you guys to know these are the real life honest to god things me and my sister chose to say to each other when our brother died. It’s okay to laugh. We’re fucking funny.

#and so normal #and healthy #griefaversary posts #death #car accidents #motorcycle #car accident #car accident tw

[mattmurdockismyspiritanimal]

My first fanfic is here!

Like a freight train

a Lestappen AU

by missaster

1/?

Chapter One: Bad coffee and finance

Summary: Max Verstappen is a single dad, and he is tired. He cannot go home until his kids' school program is properly financed. The only problem is that the money is coming from a very unusual source.

Read it on AO3

Chapter Two: Go-karts and surprises Coming soon!

#lestappen #lestappen au #lestappen fanfic #lestappen fluff #formula 1 #f1 #cl16 #mv1 #charles leclerc/max verstappen #kelly piquet/max verstappen #driver!charles #mechanical engineer!max #max hates racing sorry #married with kids kelly piquet/max verstappen #single dad!max #max verstappen is really into trains #max verstappen is really into bicycles #best friends pierre gasly & charles leclerc #getting to know each other #enemies to lovers #mostly on max's part #maybe just annoying acquaintance to lover #drinking #car accidents #jos verstappen's a+ parenting #jos verstappen bashing #internalized homophobia

[earlgreytea68]

I just almost killed someone driving very foolishly on a bicycle.

This all just happened like less than 30 minutes ago, so my heart is still pounding, so apologies if this is incoherent.

I was at a green light where I was trying to turn left. I couldn't, because of oncoming traffic, so I was waiting for the oncoming traffic to cease. I had my turn signal on indicating that I was taking a left and I was actually holding up a line of traffic behind me, so there's no way this person could have missed that I was trying to take a left here.

In fact, I suspect that what happened was he got annoyed that the traffic was stopped at a green light and he thought he could pass all of us on the left before I got a chance to turn. So he was driving down the yellow line in the middle of the road. But his guess was wrong, and the oncoming traffic ended, so I went to take my left.

I have no idea what happened next. I don't have a clear recollection of it. I don't know if I looked in my rear-view mirror or if I glanced over my shoulder. It feels almost like something I knew from a dream, that there was someone in a bike, like a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye that triggered almost like deja vu in me???? It was a deeply weird experience, that I can't pin down what happened, but I know I slammed my brakes on. He was so close to me, he was right there, I could see him. He didn't even have a helmet on. Maybe if I hadn't stopped, he would have veered around me to the back and not been killed, maybe that was his plan, I don't know.

I HAVE A BETTER SUGGESTION. DON'T BE DRIVING DOWN THE MIDDLE OF ROADS TRYING TO PASS CARS IN THEIR BLIND SPOTS WHEN YOU'RE RIDING A BIKE AND NOT EVEN WEARING A HELMET. HOW ABOUT THAT?

Ugh, I am still shaking.

He just got back on his bike -- he'd kind of fallen off a little into a skid -- and then rode in front of my car, cut across incoming traffic and then onto the sidewalk on the other side of the road, and then kept riding on his way like nothing had happened, and I'm just like, !!!!!!! THAT WAS TERRIFYING. I THINK I ALMOST KILLED A MAN. There goes my post-concert afterglow…

But now it's all a blur of chaos, who knows, maybe I should have kept taking my left, maybe I caused the issue. But I still really don't think he should have been driving down the middle of the road passing me on the left. Especially when I had my turn signal on clearly indicating I was about to take that left-hand turn. Like, it's not like he was in a bike lane and I took a right-hand turn into the bike lane. He was literally in the middle of the road. Argh, terrifying

#car accidents #driving #bicycles #near-death experiences

[kittymaine]

Come Pick Me Up

// Another fill for Geraskier week. The prompt is hurt/comfort.

Summary: Jaskier is hurt in a car accident and then comforts Geralt. //

The call came in just after Geralt had gotten home from work. It was Jaskier, which wasn’t odd, though he wasn’t expecting the call. He had last seen him that morning when he had kissed him goodbye and wished him luck on his trip. Jaskier was supposed to board a plane around noon to kick off a month-long tour with some other musician friends. He had been excited and had booked a cab to come pick him up that morning and take him to the airport. He had done the same tour every year for the past few years and always seemed to enjoy himself. Geralt missed him while he was gone, but couldn’t begrudge his husband for participating. Jaskier’s music always enjoyed a bump in sales for months afterward and Jaskier was effervescent with happiness for weeks after he got back.

“Hello,” Geralt grunted into his phone, tucking it into his shoulder so he could pull off his boots and toss them near the door.

“Geralt,” Jaskier’s voice carried across the phone line to his ear. His voice sounded faint and tired, so completely unlike himself that Geralt froze where he had been working on his second boot.

“Jaskier,” Geralt replied worriedly, straightening and grasping his phone tightly. “Where are you? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m at the hospital. I need you to come pick me up. Have you gotten off of work?” Jaskier replied, still sounding flat.

“I just got home,” Geralt replied shortly, fumbling to tuck his phone back into the curve of his shoulder so he could step back into his boots. “Which hospital are you at? Memorial or UPMC?” he asked, grabbing his wallet off the side table and yanking the door open. He didn’t bother to lock the door on his way out, hurrying down the hallway of their apartment building and back to the parking garage he had just left.

“Memorial,” Jaskier replied. Again, a short flat answer.

“What happened? Are you medicated?” Geralt asked. He had to keep moving. If he just kept going, he could keep the panic down.

“Yeah,” Jaskier slurred slightly, a little of a laugh in his voice. “It’s that obvious?”

“It’s very obvious,” Geralt replied flatly.

A breathy laugh came to him down the line, which took some of the edge off of Geralt’s panic.

“Jaskier, what happened?” Geralt prompted him again.

“There was an accident,” Jaskier sighed, sounding put out. Geralt imagined he had already related this story many times in the hospital and would probably have to tell it many more times in the weeks to come. “My cab driver cut someone off on the highway and spun out into the median.”

“How badly were you hurt?” Geralt asked. He was in his car and pulling out of the garage by then. He reminded himself to control himself, to drive under the speed limit, not to drive aggressively. If the hospital hadn’t called him, if Jaskier was ready to be picked up and was not being admitted, he must be okay. If Geralt got into an accident due to reckless driving, Jaskier would be stranded at the hospital or worse joined by himself.

Jaskier hummed in his ear. “Not bad, I suppose. It could have been much worse.”

“What are your injuries? Why did you have to go to the hospital?” Geralt asked. He just barely stopped himself from running a red light less than a mile from their apartment. It would be about twenty minutes with rush hour traffic to get to the hospital. Luckily, they lived close by.

“I hit my head on the passenger side window and was bleeding when the EMTs got there. I also had trouble walking on my right knee, so they wanted me to go to the hospital to be checked out,” Jaskier explained. He was starting to sound sleepy. “The doctors said I have a concussion.”

“What about your knee?” Geralt asked, signalling and cautioning himself to wait before making a right at a busy intersection.

“They x-rayed it and said it’s just badly bruised. It’s swollen up like there’s an orange in there, though. It’s gross,” Jaskier laughed again, sounding more than a little giddy.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?” Geralt asked. Jaskier sounded okay, but he was good at masking his fear in Geralt’s experience. He would prefer he not feel he had to tough it out when Geralt could keep him talking until he got there.

“No, that’s okay,” Jaskier sighed. Geralt thought it sounded sincere, but again Jaskier was good at masking his emotions. “I still have paperwork to fill out before they’ll discharge me. Hopefully I’ll be done before you get here.”

“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Geralt said gruffly.

“Okay. Please drive safe, dear,” Jaskier said, concerned.

“Don’t worry about me,” Geralt assured him. “See you soon.”

Jaskier returned the sentiment and then hung up.

Geralt tried to focus on the road and was surprised to see that his hands were shaking. Jaskier was fine. He had just talked to him on the phone. He laughed and joked with him. He was well enough to worry about Geralt. Jaskier was okay. He was okay, Geralt continued to reassure himself.

He had been to war, he had been shot and burnt and seen men and women die. Hell, he had killed people himself. Still, the idea of Jaskier sitting alone and hurt in a hospital made a panic pulse in his throat, it tightened his chest and churned his stomach. He was still surprised, even after being married for years, the depths at which Jaskier could affect him.

Geralt went to the front entrance of the hospital initially, but the older man at the information desk redirected him to the emergency department. Geralt rode a stale smelling industrial elevator down one level to the emergency room. As opposed to the glass panels with lush greenery of the expensive looking front entrance, the emergency room had uncomfortable plastic furniture that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the mid 1980s. The ceiling was covered with drop tiles and fluorescent lighting, scuffed tile floors and scratched beige walls. There were two vending machines humming in the corner beside a water fountain and two security guards sitting behind a small cheap particle board desk.

Jaskier was sitting in a wheelchair wearing grey sweats that definitely didn’t belong to him, dozing with his head resting back against the wall.

“Jaskier!” Geralt called, causing heads to swivel in his direction from the few people staggered around the waiting room. Jaskier’s eyes popped open at the sound of his name and he looked around groggily until his eyes settled on Geralt and he smiled wanly. Geralt knelt in front of him, carefully resting his hand on the knee that looked significantly smaller than the other. “Are you alright?” Geralt asked, surprised to find that he felt out of breath despite having fast walked less than three hundred feet.

“Yes, I’m quite alright. Ready to go home, though,” Jaskier said with a warm smile, placing his own hand over Geralt’s on his knee.

“Sir, you need to sign in,” a stern voice said from behind Geralt. Geralt grit his teeth and looked behind him at the young man in a security uniform standing behind him. The man looked bored more than anything else.

“Oh, he’s just here to pick me up,” Jaskier assured the security guard with a charming smile.

The security guard nodded, but didn’t otherwise move away.

At that point, a nurse who had previously been standing behind a round desk a few feet away approached. He put his hand on Jaskier’s shoulder and bent down slightly. “Do you want to take the wheelchair out to your car?”

“No, I think I’m alright to walk,” Jaskier smiled up at the young nurse.

It suddenly struck Geralt that he had parked in the parking garage and not near the emergency room entrance. He looked up at the nurse with a stricken expression. “I left my car near the front entrance. Can I pull it up to the doors here?”

“Sure,” the nurse replied. “We have ten minute parking for picking up and dropping off. Did you need directions to bring it around?” he asked.

“No, I can find it,” Geralt said, getting up.

“I’ll wait for you at the exit,” Jaskier said, struggling to stand up.

“Absolutely not. Stay in that chair,” Geralt snapped.

“Why don’t I roll you to the exit and we can wait together?” the nurse asked kindly, effortlessly mediating the situation.

Jaskier scoffed, but gave up surprisingly easily. This concerned Geralt, but he didn’t let himself dwell on it. Jaskier was obviously tired, sore and medicated. Geralt wanted to get him home as soon as possible.

Geralt was embarrassed by how long it took him to find his car in the parking garage. He had been so frazzled when he parked he took no time to take notice of where it was that he had parked. He was even more embarrassed by how long it took him to find his way from the front entrance to the emergency room entrance. The hospital that Jaskier was at was an old one that had been remodeled many times and had pieces built on so often that all the roads and parking around it were a complicated mess. It seemed to take forever before he could pull his small gray sedan to the front entrance and jump out, but his phone informed him it had only been ten minutes.

The male nurse was good to his word and was standing beside Jaskier’s wheelchair near the automatic glass doors. He took one arm and Geralt took the other and together they eased Jaskier out of the wheelchair. He grimaced as he stood, but otherwise didn’t give any indication of discomfort. Geralt could easily see that he wasn’t putting any weight on his right knee at all.

“These are all of his personal items,” the nurse said, proffering a plastic drawstring bag. “These are his discharge papers as well as his prescriptions,” he added, this time handing over a thin paper folder with some prescriptions paperclipped to the front. “Our number is on there in case you have any questions or run into any issues. We recommend he make an appointment with his regular doctor for follow up.”

“Understood. Thank you,” Geralt said, keeping one hand on Jaskier’s elbow and taking the bag and folder with his other.

“Thank you, Nurse David,” Jaskier said with a smile, as Geralt carefully helped him hobble toward the car.

It seemed to take forever for Jaskier to carefully hop his way on one leg to the car and Geralt found himself dreading taking him back to their apartment from the parking garage. It was a big complex and a long walk to their front door.

Once they were in the car, something in Geralt’s chest settled. Everything wasn’t perfectly fine, but Jaskier and he were together, Jaskier was officially out of the hospital and in less than half an hour they would be home.

“We should stop by the pharmacy on the way home so that we can drop off your prescriptions,” Geralt said, as he shifted into drive and pulled away from the curb.

“How do you feel about Taco Bell?” Jaskier asked in a tired voice.

Geralt looked over to give Jaskier a dirty look, but pulled it back after a few seconds. He had been trying to break Jaskier from eating fast food for years. It was garbage food, a point that Jaskier didn’t fight him on, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want it. Usually, Geralt would give him a firm no and possibly Jaskier would needle and whine at him, but Jaskier looked so exhausted. There, in the natural light of the setting sun, Geralt could see the red marks along the side of his face that would surely become bruises by the next day. He had bags under his eyes and looked boneless where he was strapped into the passenger seat.

Geralt sighed. “Don’t make a habit of it,” he said, defeated.

Jaskier gave a silent fist pump and leaned over to rest his head on Geralt’s shoulder for a brief moment. “This is why I married you,” he said before sitting back.

“For the shitty barely mexican food?” Geralt snarked.

“And that,” Jaskier smirked.

They spent the rest of the car ride mostly talking about the car accident and Jaskier’s time in the hospital. The details of the accident, how and why it happened, who was involved and how long Jaskier was stuck at the scene slowly filled in. Jaskier confirmed that the staff at the hospital had given him some pretty good painkillers while he was there and warned him that once they wore off he would probably have a splitting headache. For the time being, he was just sleepy.

“What do you want?” Geralt asked as they pulled up to the Taco Bell drive through.

“A cheesy gordita crunch, two chicken chalupa supremes, a mexican pizza- No! Wait, a crunchwrap- wait! No, okay, a bean filled crunchwrap supreme-”

Geralt groaned. This all sounded disgusting to him, but he tried to contain his revulsion for Jaskier’s sake.

“Okay, all right, and a large baja blast. That’s it,” Jaskier finished with an apologetic look.

Geralt returned that look with a stern look of his own. “This is only because you’re feeble,” he admonished.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jaskier said drily.

Geralt repressed a smile at Jaskier’s cheeky reply and relayed his order to the best of his ability to the teenager on the other side of the drive through.

Their stop at the pharmacy was uneventful. Geralt dropped the prescriptions off and the lady at the desk advised him to come back in a few hours to pick up Jaskier’s medications. While he was doing that, Jaskier fell asleep in the car and startled awake when Geralt came back and closed the driver’s side door.

It was just a short drive from the pharmacy to their apartment building. Once they were parked in their normal spot, Geralt rushed to get out and get to Jaskier’s door before he could struggle out of it. Geralt opened the door and kneeled down beside it. Jaskier gave him a quizzical eyebrow.

“It’s a long walk to the apartment. I think you should let me carry you,” Geralt said with a determined expression.

Jaskier laughed, but stopped when he saw that Geralt wasn’t doing the same. “Oh, you’re serious,” Jaskier said, looking surprised.

“Your knee is still badly swollen and it will get worse if you try to walk on it like that,” Geralt tried to reason.

“I’m not protesting!” Jaskier exclaimed, “Quite the opposite.” He held out his arms with an obnoxious grin. “Take me away, my dear!”

Geralt gave Jaskier an unimpressed look, but it didn’t dim the happy grin on Jaskier’s face, so he figured it would be best to just get it over with.

A few minutes of awkward fumbling later, Jaskier was slung against Geralt’s back, his arms wrapped around Geralt’s neck, one of Geralt’s hands under Jaskier’s good knee and the bag with Jaskier’s food, clothes and discharge papers in his others.

“I guess there are some perks to being married to a beefcake,” Jaskier sighed into his ear once they were in the elevator.

“I’m going to drop you,” Geralt threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Jaskier retorted with faux insult in his voice.

Geralt sighed. “No, I wouldn’t,”

Back in their apartment, Geralt settled Jaskier in the bedroom. He helped Jaskier change out of the sweats that the hospital had given him and into his own pajamas. Whatever medication the nurses in the hospital had given Jaskier was starting to wear off to be replaced by the headache he had been warned about. It was already starting to get dark out, but Geralt closed the blinds anyway. Jaskier waved off any additional medication, food or drink beyond the few bites he had taken of his Taco Bell order. He snuggled down in the blankets and seemed to immediately pass out.

Geralt retreated back into the living room of their small apartment. He put the remains of Jaskier’s food in the fridge. He knew from experience that cold take out was almost as good to Jaskier as hot. He read through the discharge papers that the nurse had provided him. They mostly expanded on the instructions that Jaskier had repeated to him. Most of them were in reference to the concussion. They said that Jaskier would likely suffer from headaches, light sensitivity and fatigue. He needed as much sleep as possible to recover. He needed to stay off of and ice his knee as much as he could.

After reading through the discharge papers, Geralt opened the bag with Jaskier’s belongings and stopped.

Inside the bag were all the clothes that Jaskier had been wearing that morning, his shoes, his wallet and his carry on bag. His clothes were by far the most concerning. They were splashed with blood, especially his hoodie and t-shirt, and had been cut off of him with shears, jagged cuts bisecting his clothes down the front. Even his pants and underwear had been cut off of him. The clothing lay on their kitchen table in a pile, Geralt carefully plucking the pieces apart as he tried to make out exactly what had happened to them. Eventually, after minutes of breathing through his nose to try and calm himself down, Geralt took the clothing in one big handful and shoved them to the bottom of the kitchen trash can. He could buy Jaskier new clothes later, if he was upset about it. There was no repairing the damage done.

Geralt suddenly felt restless. Jaskier was asleep and he didn’t want to leave him alone in the apartment, so Geralt ended up pacing back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. After a little while of stomping back and forth, he turned on the TV with the volume down low and turned on the news. The droning voices of the reporters and the pacing helped with the terrible feeling in his stomach that the bloodied clothes had brought back. Eventually, he was able to settle down enough to make himself a simple dinner and get ready for bed.

He was careful getting into bed beside Jaskier, but he didn’t have to bother. Jaskier was snoring loudly, his arm thrown out above his head and his mouth open. In the pale light of the streetlights streaking between their blinds, Geralt could make out the white gauze square taped to Jaskier’s forehead dotted with red that had previously been hidden beneath his hair.

Geralt still felt anxious. Jaskier was home and safe, so why did he still feel so uncertain. He worried he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but it seemed that as soon as Geralt settled down on his back he passed out, the stress of the past few hours quickly catching up to him.

The next day, Geralt got up early to call off work. Jaskier slept in late and Geralt didn’t dare to bother him. It was almost noon by the time Jaskier fumbled out of the living room hopping on one leg, causing Geralt to shoot up from where he was sitting on the couch and rush to his side.

“You should have called for me. I would have helped you up,” Geralt scolded.

Jaskire grumbled, but if any of it was actual language, Geralt couldn’t make it out.

“Are you hungry?” Geralt asked, helping Jaskier to the couch to lay down.

“No, but I am sore. Do we have any painkillers?” Jaskier asked, shielding his eyes from the dim light that managed to come into the living room past their closed curtains.

“I picked up your prescribed painkillers this morning,” Geralt said, going to the kitchen to get the small bundle of pill bottles he had picked up from the pharmacy. “You’re not supposed to take them on an empty stomach,” Geralt cautioned.

Jaskier groaned in distaste, but otherwise didn’t respond.

“Do you want your Taco Bell from yesterday? I put it in the fridge,” Geralt asked.

Jaskier’s head popped out from behind his hand at that. “Oh! I had forgotten about that. Yes, I’ll eat that,” he agreed happily.

Geralt pulled a face as he grabbed the greasy bag of fast food out of their otherwise pristine fridge. He put it on the coffee table in front of Jaskier as he struggled into a sitting position.

“How’s your knee?” Geralt asked, eying his right knee. It looked almost back to its normal size, but it was hard to tell under Jaskier’s pajamas.

Jaskier had a soft shell taco shoved into his mouth, so he didn’t try to answer. Instead, he reached down and rolled up his pajama pants to reveal his knee. The swelling had gone down, but there was still a good sized knot sitting to the right of his kneecap. Unfortunately, the swelling had largely been replaced with a huge mottled purple bruise that took up all of Jaskier’s knee and most of the right side of his leg.

Grunting in surprise, Jaskier pulled the taco out of his mouth to say, “Well, that is both better and worse than I expected.”

Geralt’s face crumpled at the bruising. It looked terrible. He tried to console himself, to remind himself that he knew that there was no lasting damage, that it was just a bad bruise. The visual, especially on someone he loved so dearly, was too upsetting to dismiss.

“Jaskier,” Geralt breathed, as he got down on his knees and pressed both hands gently over Jaskier’s bruised leg.

“Geralt,” Jaskier sighed, pressing one hand on top of both of Geralt’s and leaning toward him. “It’s okay. It looks much worse than it is.”

Geralt knew that was true. Jaskier was absolutely right. The bruise was ugly, but it would fade in the next few weeks and leave no trace behind.

“You could have died,” Geralt said, instead of all of those very reasonable things. “When I thought of not having you with me anymore, I-” Geralt choked on the words, the events of yesterday crushing down on him all at once, all the thoughts he had been pushing down rushing to the back of his throat.

Jaskier pressed his other hand to the side of Geralt’s face. “It was scary, I know,” he said quietly. “I was lucky that things worked out the way they did. I for one am happy that I’ll have many more years to spend with you,” Jaskier murmured, pressing his lips to the side of Geralt’s face.

“I was so worried,” Geralt ground out, not sure what else could capture what he felt or had been feeling since he got Jaskier’s call.

“I’m sorry, love,” Jaskier whispered, peppering kisses down the side of Geralt’s face.

“I should have been there. You should have called me right away,” Geralt grumbled, melting under Jaskier’s kisses, though he wanted to hang onto his fear and anxiety.

“I know. It took hours, but it felt like everything was moving so fast. I will call you right away next time,” Jaskier agreed, pressing lips to Geralt’s neck.

Geralt gently pushed Jaskier back by his shoulders.

“There won’t be a next time,” he said with a serious face.

Jaskier frowned. “Geralt,” he sighed in exasperation.

Geralt shook his head. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he couldn’t help it. He almost wanted to keep Jaskier in their apartment forever, never let him take any risks again, but he knew that was foolish. Jaskier thrived on social interaction, on meeting people and entertaining. He was also more fearless than most people Geralt knew. He wouldn’t let the accident slow him down.

Geralt buried his face in Jaskier’s neck instead of holding his disapproving gaze. “Perhaps I’ll drive you everywhere from now on,” he said.

Jaskier snorted. “Yes, that will surely work. Vesemir will like that.”

Geralt grimaced at the name of his boss. He didn’t want to think about work. Vesemir was understanding that morning, but he wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Perhaps you can take the bus from now on,” Geralt said instead.

“Yes, because the bus is certainly safer,” Jaskier responded.

Geralt was silent about that. Jaskier again was not wrong. Geralt hated when Jaskier was the reasonable one.

“Perhaps we can just fuck and laugh and live as much as we can for as long as we can,” Jaskier suggested and Geralt grunted in agreement. Jaskier could be wise sometimes. He supposed he was lucky to have blundered his way into marrying the man.

“Did you want to get started on that first part?” Jaskier teased.

Geralt pinched his side, making him jump and smack him on the back. “You have a concussion,” Geralt said in an unimpressed voice.

“I’m feeling much better,” Jaskier said innocently.

“Eat your shitty tacos,” Geralt sighed and Jaskier pouted.

But, he did eat his shitty tacos. And, they did get to fucking a few hours later. So, everything turned out okay in the end.

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STEREK WEEK 2022

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