Life Updates~
Unrelated to most things here but I have news: I just came back from my first consultation for top surgery!
I'll probably need a double incision, which I figured anyway, but I'm glad to find out that my scars can be separate! The surgeon was very clear on setting up expectations for results and what I'm looking to tailor to my own body. I'm aiming for a very masculine cut/presentation and as flat as realistically possible with little visible scar tissue; I agree that scars are beautiful and show a person's journey, however, I know that I want little visibility for myself personally.
One thing that I wasn't aware of was apparently there is an additional surgical procedure that you can get to help hook up your nerve endings for the nipple grafts. I, of course, expect sensation to be altered by top surgery (especially double incision) but I do want to preserve sensation in the nips as much as possible!! I'll have to go to a separate consultation with a second surgeon but they'll both work on me the same day.
I lastly had some concerns with what pain medications I'll be prescribed; my family has a large, ugly history with opioid addiction and I desperately do not want to be apart of it. The surgeon was grateful that I brought it up and assured me that this procedure is very low risk for folks with these concerns, even for folks who are afraid of relapsing themselves are extremely low risk for this surgery. With that being said, he also made a note to have me on something that isn't as intensive (he said some medication that started with a T, but I can't quite remember the rest), it was comforting for me to have that concern recognized as this is something that literally keeps me up at night.
Now I wait! Literally can't do anything until the surgeon center and insurance people finish exchanging information on me, so I wait 1-2 weeks until my NEXT appointment where they'll draw on me or whatever (incision cuts). Really really REALLY hoping and praying that I can get on the slab before the end of the year!! I'll try give updates, if my anxiety doesn't convince me out of it.
I started this at the end of March this year so I'm glad all the waiting is finally paying off, I've been so fucking stressed out about it, it's not even funny. I'm so happy to finally be this close :,]
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Warm Bath
Nonsexual nudity [bathing], scars, fear of drowning, fear of transphobia, surgery mention, implied past beating, implied past torture
[Follows Maia]
The water was warm, not scalding or ice cold, just warm. That itself shocked some lucidity back into David, dimly aware of the hands lathering soap into his hair.
“You’re a fucking mess.” Her voice was tinged with an accent he couldn’t quite place. “There’s probably blood on my duvet - ” She cut herself off with a sigh, fingers massaging the base of his skull.
“Sorry.” His voice was hoarse, but her hands only softened as she poured warm water over his bruised skin. The bath was ridiculously large. She could have climbed into the shining porcelain with him and they still wouldn’t have filled it.
“Don’t apologize.” Even with his eyes closed as she rinsed the soap from his hair, he could hear her smile. He did hiss as the soap stung the open welts on his back, but it was far from the worst pain he had felt in recent months.
David had his knees drawn to his chest despite the ample space, the water level just barely at his armpits. It was deep enough for her to drown him if she wanted. To hold him under until he breathed water and his lungs grew heavy with sickness and -
She wouldn’t do that. Probably.
(All he could see behind his eyelids was Bear's sweaty, bloodied face.)
“Anything back there need stitches?” It was the only thing he could think she might do to him that would honestly hurt. That thought alone after a single morning of soft hands and gentle words was terrifying.
“No, though it looks like you could have used some a while ago…” Her voice trailed off, a gentle finger running over the ridged scar that cut above the v of his left hip. Cortazar has been careful to keep it from getting infected, even if he never offered to close the gash.
Dave shuddered at the memory, at the touch so gentle it hurt. How long did it take for a wound like that to heal? How long had it been since someone touched him without trying to hurt him?
“Sorry.” He choked out, unsure what he was apologizing for as hot tears plinked into the steamy, soapy, blood stained bath water. He didn’t need to turn and see her face to know the pity painted on her features. There was a time when he would have resented the sentiment, but pity was sweeter than the bitter hatred and loathing and disgust and annoyance that had stared him down for so long.
“You say sorry again and I’ll poke one of these bruises.” There was a warm annoyance in her husky tone, whispered with a sigh. Maia carefully lifted David’s arm, muttering to himself as he choked back a sob. His broken fingers had been set and rebroken too many times to count.“Fucking butcher…”
“You - you don’t seem to, to like him very much? Cortazar?” David gritted his words between clenched teeth, trying to focus on something other than the way his bones felt like sparks under his skin as she rinsed dirty soap from his hand.
“No, but at least the feeling is mutual.” She huffed, setting down his hand to reach for the other. David had to turn around and face her, tired eyes roaming her face. Maia was intently focused on her work, brow furrowed and dark eyes trained on his arm and hand. “Cortazar has no love for me, nor I for him, but we tolerate each other. For the boss.”
“You make it sound like he’s your boss too.” He tried to pull his arm away, expecting her to relent now that she had finished rinsing off the soap, but her grip held firm. David winced at the pain, before noticing what she was staring at. Maia’s grip adjusted, thumb gliding up his forearm to delineate an old scar, one he hadn’t thought about in years. One covered in a tattoo sleeve of stained glass.
“What happened here?” She finally relented as David more persistently pulled his arm away, massaging the old scar. For the first time since he was lucid, he felt the sharp prick of fear.
“Nothing. It’s from a surgery a long time ago.” He mumbled quickly, eyes flicking between her’s and his arm. But Maia’s expression remained open, even if she raised a brow at the not-quite-a-lie.
“It’s nice ink. You’ll have to tell me who did it.” She stood, snatching a soft purple towel from the wall hanger. “Let’s get you dry and dressed. And maybe see if I can get my hands on some antibiotics. Christ knows you’ll need them.”
[Before Made to Watch]
(Part of my Freelancers: Intersection series)
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