#Laceration hazard

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I think the 2007 laceration hazard ladybug cup and the 1987 lead poisoning Garfield cups should kiss

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Blunt Force Trauma

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: While out for an unusual date night, Bucky and you witness an emergency.

Warnings: strictly 18+, car accident in which cars plough into storefronts (not involving reader or Bucky), multiple injuries including the drivers of the cars, someone trapped under a car having trouble breathing, description of lacerations, blood, no casualties, Bucky doubting himself and being insecure, discussion of money/disparity in wages, John Walker because he is always a warning

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: a BIG thank you to @skittle479 who gave me the inspiration for this part, I hope I did your idea justice darling ❤️ I apologise if this is a little rusty, I haven’t been writing consistently for a little while. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky usually feels adept and influential sitting in the front seat of an ambulance, uniform proudly donned with the badge above his heart, perched higher than most of the traffic and capable of speeding past with sirens blaring whenever required.

But when John Walker sits beside him in the driver's seat, all he feels is agitation.

“You got any plans this weekend?” His annoyingly snarky voice fills the otherwise silent cabin as they pull up to a red light.

“Yeah, I’m taking my girlfriend to see the new Barbie movie on our mutual day off. And then probably just grab some food afterwards.” Bucky tries keeping his answer short and to the point, not wishing to divulge any more information than he needs to fundamentally answer the question without being rude, nor the giddy fluttering of his heart at referring to you as his girlfriend.

Not only does John Walker have a reputation of doing a rushed job in the field, with somehow thinking his skills are far superior to anyone else in the force, but he is also too nosy for his own good and incapable of keeping topics discussed in confidence to himself.

Steve’s learnt that lesson a few times.

“Dinner and a movie?” The inflection of John’s voice makes it seem like a query, but it’s muttered under his breath in what Bucky would classify as an almost disgusted tone.

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“Just that… she’s a doctor right?” The intonation of John’s question has doubt settling like led in the pit of Bucky’s stomach. That there is inherently something erroneous about a paramedic like him being with a doctor like you.

“Yes.” He confirms without questioning how John even knows that information given Bucky has never mentioned directly to him who you are or what you do for a living.

“Well don’t you think she’ll be after something a little more… upmarket than dinner and a movie? She’ll be friends with other doctors and surgeons at the hospital, they’ll be able to afford fancy dinners in the best part of town, seeing expensive shows, musicals, operas that cost a hell of a lot more than seeing a movie. Girls wanna be treated like princesses, not some commoner.”

Bucky’s heart drops. He specifically remembers you telling him about how for every date night Wanda and her new boyfriend, an anaesthesiologist, try out another lavishly expensive restaurant in the richest part of the city.

Was that you dropping hints that’s where you wanted him to take you for date night? Is he greatly disappointing you by instead taking you on such a generic date?

He hates to let anything John tells him get under his skin, but maybe he has a good point in this instance…

Of course you deserve far better than something so plain, but Bucky doesn’t have the savings to be able to take you to Michelin star restaurants that charge exorbitant prices for such small servings.

But if he doesn’t do this, at least once, will it be the reason you leave him? Will you want someone who earns more money than he does and can spoil you like the queen you are. He has no experience in this area, no real idea about what it takes to keep a partner happy in a relationship, and he knows John is, at least from the outside, happily married.

“I guess I could try something more upmarket.” Bucky suggests, though he’s not thoroughly convinced. You’ve never once expressed this is something you want, but perhaps it’s one of those parts of a relationship you want the other to take control of without needing to convey out loud. That directly telling him defeats the purpose all together.

He supposes that once you’ve spent a couple months with someone you need to shake things up to keep it interesting. Besides his bank account, there really is no downside to treating you both to an extravagant night out.

“I’m telling you man, you won’t regret it.”

They continue on with their shift in complete silence, Bucky’s mind churning with gears of insecurity and reservation.

He loves you and he sure as hell doesn’t want to fuck this up before he finally gains the courage to tell you.

* * *

“Can’t you give me a hint of where we’re going?”

Bucky’s fingers are interlocked with yours as you casually stroll down the sidewalk. You’re in a much fancier part of town than you’ve ever been to together before, and all of a sudden the informal pink dress you chose to wear to the earlier showing of Barbie Bucky treated you to makes you feel underdressed and completely out of place.

“We’re almost there, but I want it to be a surprise!” Bucky kisses the back of your intertwined hand, but you sense from the stiffness in his broad shoulders that even though he’s by your side, he doesn’t quite feel comfortable here either.

It’s only a short walk before Bucky stops outside a sleek restaurant where a group of smartly dressed patrons are queuing for entry. The waiters are dressed in black pants, white shirts with bow ties, and velvet vests - which gives away how high end the place is before you even have a chance to glance at the prices on the menus.

“I’m sorry I can’t take you anywhere fancier, I know Wanda and Vis keep trying all these upmarket restaurants…” His intentions for taking you to this part of town become as apparent as a lightbulb turning on in pitch darkness.

You place a delicate hand on his cheek to direct his uncertain gaze to your own. He looks like a nervous puppy.

“Bucky, it isn’t how expensive the restaurant is, it’s the fact that we’re together that’s important. You could take me to McDonalds and I wouldn’t care because I’d be with you.” You emphasise the end of your sentence, wiping your thumb across his cheek affectionately as his eyes brim with both hesitation and tenderness.

“Are you sure? Is this one of the things girls say but they actually mean the opposite?”

There have been a few fleeting occasions in your relationship with Bucky where you’ve seen glimpses of an inexperienced, naive and slightly insecure man who is navigating his first long term relationship. This is one of those moments and all you want is to eliminate all wavering doubt swirling in his mind.

It’s honestly endearing how sweet he is. You’re sure the only reason he is anxious is because he cares so much.

“Bucky, who’s gotten into your head?” You ask, shaking your own. You’re sure neither his best friend nor his mother is responsible for this line of thinking. “I promise you, I don’t need you to spend an entire paycheck on a single dinner at a restaurant where I can’t tell the difference between their cheapest and most expensive bottles of wine. And remember I’m only a couple years out of med school, I’m still drowning in years of student loans. All I care about is spending time with you.”

“You really mean that? You’re not just saying that to be nice cause I can’t afford pricey places like the anaesthesiologists and surgeons at the hospital can.” Your heart drops below your stomach. The concept that Bucky thinks you would ever want anyone other than him, simply because they happen to make more money, has the centre of your chest aching and makes the corners of your eyes prickle with tears.

“James, I care about you so much.” You declare, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him gently. “And that has absolutely nothing to do with the number that’s written on the bottom of your paycheck. One of the reasons I initially fell for you was seeing how you interacted with Sasha in the ER - no anaesthesiologist or surgeon I know has shown that kind of rapport with a patient.”

The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth abates the sting punching your chest.

“Really?”

“Mhmm. You’re one of a kind baby. Please don’t you ever doubt that you are the one for me.” You affirm as you thread your arms around his waist, placing a delicate kiss on the underside of his jaw.

There are tears in Bucky’s eyes he’s trying, and failing, to conceal. He looks in absolute disbelief, but as he gazes down at you, you could so easily be fooled into believing there is also so much love in his eyes.

“You are-, I am so-” You wait in anxious anticipation as he stutters.

Is this it?

Is Bucky finally about to say those three magical words you have been dying to hear for the past few weeks? That overwhelming feeling of pure love and adoration you feel for him and so desperately wish he reciprocates.

But before he is able to finish his sentence, you hear a vehicle’s tyres skidding along asphalt and two consecutive, deafening crashes sound close by, startling you.

You feel the ground shake violently and Bucky’s arms instinctively fly around your head and pull you into his chest in what you can only assume is an attempt to protect you from flying debris.

Before your mind can comprehend what on earth just happened and even look towards the origin of the booming impact, Bucky’s set off at a sprint, launching himself directly into action.

Once your brain is able to catch up to what your eyes are seeing - two cars, who potentially swerved to miss each other, ploughed through the shopfronts of two different restaurants only a couple stores away from where you are standing - you feel a surge of adrenaline in your chest and you begin a chase after Bucky, the screams of onlookers the soundtrack as you assess the scene.

You’ve seen some horrible and gory injuries during your time as an emergency medicine resident, but you’ve never seen it as raw and gruesome as you do right now in the field for the first time. It’s dedicated paramedics and EMTs like Bucky who do the initial triage, treatment and transport so that the patient arrives at the ER in the best possible condition. Seeing the carnage here, is confronting.

When you reach the incident, wails of pain fill the air, shattered glass covers the concrete ground and panic clenches tightly in your stomach. You first notice the driver of the car, dazed at the wheel, the airbag having cushioned his impact.

“You!” Calling out to a young man seemingly unharmed but immobilised with fear, you point to him and continue. “Call an ambulance.”

Seeing him fumble to pull his phone out of his pocket, your attention switches back to the inside of the car.

“Sir, try not to move. You’ve been in an accident.” You advise as your hands fly out to keep the man inside the car, groaning in pain as he turns to exit the vehicle. Reaching across him, careful not to move his position or cause him any pain, you put on the handbrake, shift the car into park and remove the keys from the ignition. “I’m a doctor, please try to keep your neck still.”

You do a quick assessment, his breathing is quick and shallow, but most of his impact seems to have been absorbed by the airbag. He has no signs of external bleeding, though you are concerned about internal bleeding as well as whiplash and other head and neck injuries.

“Can you help me?” You ask the man who you had instructed to call an ambulance. He rushes over despite his hesitation earlier. “I need you to keep this man’s head still, hand on either side of his face, just like this, making sure he doesn’t twist his neck. Keep him awake and talking, and scream out to me if he loses consciousness.”

In the chaos and mayhem of the scene you’ve lost sight of Bucky. He’s no doubt somewhere close by providing medical assistance, probably at the other restaurant doing exactly what you are here.

Inside the restaurant the air smells of engine fuel, powdered plaster and metallic blood. It’s encouraging to see those that are unharmed lend assistance to those injured and in pain.

Your eye catches a lady in a blue pantsuit lying on the ground, back against an overturned table, face contorting in excruciating pain as she grips both hands onto her trembling leg. Her suit has ripped open and you can see a long laceration through the muscle of her thigh weeping blood. A man beside her has a look of pure terror in his eye, wavering hands unsure of what to do in this situation.

“Wrap a tourniquet around her leg above the laceration, as tight as you can!” You direct as you notice a patient out of the corner of your eye, closer to the car in far greater need of your assistance, your heart squeezing in terror and the pool of blood growing slowly bigger each second before you get to him. When you see her friend's mouth open in question you continue. “Your jacket, the tablecloth, anything you can tie tightly!”

Rushing over to the underside of the front of the car, you observe a young man in a waiter's uniform trapped between the car, ground and the rubble of the shopfront displaced by the force of the car. Your hands fly to apply pressure on his chest wound, the source of the pool of blood surrounding him.

“Help me.” He wheezes, his eyes dilated, alarmed in a life threatening way you’re unfortunately used to seeing having worked in emergency medicine.

“I’m a doctor and I’m here to help. I know you're in pain but I have to put pressure to quell the bleeding. Try taking a deep breath for me.” He tries to do as you request but all he is capable of is panting in short, shallow breaths. The already terrified young man starts hyperventilating when he realises that he can’t use the full capacity of his lungs.

“What’s your name?” You ask, feigning a calm smile, trying to distract him in any way you can from his current predicament.

“Noah.” He can barely get the sound out, and you intuitively press down harder on his chest, feeling warm liquid trickle through your fingers.

“Noah, I am going to get you out of here. Just hang on for me.” You look around at the resources available to you, stomach churning knowing there’s nothing within reach which can assist.

Your gaze rises to those who still remain in the restaurant, but everyone else is tending to other victims, until a familiar face rushes into view.

“Bucky!” You call out and his eyes instantly meet yours, concern flooding out of those baby blues as he swivels to the sound of your voice. Having him beside you brings a buoyant relief to your chest, despite the gravity of the situation. “We need to get the car off him. He can’t breathe.”

As if Bucky hadn’t heard you, he rushes out of the restaurant. Fear replaces any alleviation you felt, believing you are now truly alone to do what you can for Noah.

You can’t lift a car by yourself.

Especially considering you’ve also got to keep pressure on his seeping wound to ensure he doesn’t bleed out in front of your eyes.

You don’t want to feel completely hopeless with this young man’s life literally in your hands. But unless you get some help soon, you know he doesn’t stand a chance.

“Paramedics will be here soon. Just hang on for me. Keep your eyes open. I’m sure you have someone in this world you love - your mom, dad, maybe a partner, your best friend. They’ll want you to fight so you can see them again. I know it hurts but you stay with me. You got someone in mind?” He nods in response to your question, a ghost of a smile appearing on his features and you know unequivocally this boy has experienced some form of love.

You think of Bucky, that if you were in a life threatening situation, he’d be the one you fought to stay alive for. To tell him you love him. To kiss him again, to hold him in your arms and revel in the solace he provides you.

Out of nowhere, as if your imagination of him conjured him next to you, Bucky appears by your side, sweat mixed with dirt on his forehead. He flashes you his signature smirk as he places a scissor car jack beneath the rocker panel near the front tyre.

He’s an absolute genius.

How did you ever doubt him?

Bucky carefully, yet quickly, starts turning the handle and jacking up the car. You immediately see the alleviation on Noah’s face as he takes a slightly deeper breath, but in turn you need to apply even more pressure to his wound, the force of the car on him having previously done part of your job for you.

“We need to move him, in case the jack slips.”

Bucky steadies Noah’s head as you both manoeuvre him away from under the car by placing a detached, flat tabletop beneath his back. As you perform the action, you hear sirens approaching.

Help has arrived.

“Bucky, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” It’s Steve’s voice behind you, and you sigh in relief at seeing Bucky’s best friend on scene.

“He was trapped under the car, a penetrating wound to the abdomen, crushing injuries to the chest, and a potential pneumothorax. Breathing is shallow and his pulse is weak.” You list off, maintaining pressure on Noah’s abdomen as Bucky, Steve and the other paramedic you’ve seen around the ER shift him onto a yellow spinal board.

You refuse to move from your position as they load Noah into the ambulance, knowing releasing your pressure even for a moment could result in catastrophic blood loss.

Bucky hops into the back of the ambulance behind you, placing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder when Steve isn’t looking. You flash him a sweet smile that makes his stomach somersault and forget for a moment that he’s in an ambulance on his day off.

“Bucky, not in front of a patient.” You bashfully protest, but he just can’t help himself. His chest burst with pride at seeing how natural you were out in the field, saving lives even on your day off.

“Y’all probably saved my life, you can do whatever you want.” The young man mutters breathlessly with a smile.

Though Bucky wants to kiss your shoulder again, you made a point of not wanting him to do so in this scenario, so he refrains. He’ll just wait until you’re alone tonight to show his awe of you, and maybe find the courage to finally tell you he loves you as he was attempting to outside of the restaurant before the incident.

Once inside the hospital, the additional staff ensure Noah can be transferred safely, Steve having radioed ahead so they could prepare for the severity of his injuries. Wanda is one of the faces who assist with the handover, starting a blood transfusion right away before Noah is whisked away towards the surgical wing.

“They’ve got it from here guys, thanks to you Noah should be okay after a fairly routine surgery. Go enjoy the rest of your date.” Wanda comments as she not so subtly shoots you a quick wink. It’s only then, when Bucky realises both your jobs are finally complete, does he recognise he is indeed exhausted.

You turn to him and flash an equally tired smile, which, even in the face of how your night ended up, makes him feel like he’s floating on a cloud.

“Let’s go home, yeah? I’m beat and have to be back here in like 9 hours.” You chuckle and the sound is music to Bucky's ears. He swears that sound alone sustains him.

How did he get so lucky?

“Yeah… home.” Bucky murmurs, placing a kiss to your hairline which Wanda notices out of the corner of her eye with a smile.

You don’t clarify where home is. Your place? His place? You simply take his hand in your own and walk out of the hospital. But it doesn’t matter where you’re going, because to Bucky, home is wherever you are.

Part 8 > >

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Monster Spotlight: Shax, the Blood Marquis

CR 28

Chaotic Evil Medium Outsider

Adventure Path: Wrath of the Righteous: Sword of Valor, pg. 84-85

Alright, alright, you all twisted my arm. Quite a few people came into my notes and my inbox expressing their... appreciation for a handsome bird-man in a leather outfit after I talked about his colossal murder mansion. While he’s not necessarily my type (I do like the outfit, mind), I understand. I really do! Unfortunately, while he may be pretty, he’s anything but a perfect partner.

Shax is Demon Lord of Envy, Lies, and Murder, and I bold that last one because Shax isn’t just any old murderer. He doesn’t go around knifing people in the street and leaving them to die, oh no; he’s an artist of agony, a maestro of massacres, a virtuoso of violence, and he’s no longer satisfied with just any old stabbing, it has to be special! Shax gives his victims a five-star murder experience, torturing them physically and/or psychologically for hours before giving them some measure of hope that they may yet escape their situation. Perhaps a bind on their table or bar in their cage is loose, or perhaps he’s left a weapon just close enough to their hand that they can reach it, or some miraculous rescuer comes to their aid... but it’s all an act, a play, and the Blood Marquis sets the stage with himself as both director and audience.

They flee from one cage and fall into another, or the weapon breaks the moment it’s needed most, or the rescuer turns out to be a demon in disguise (or even Shax himself, via Shapechange) that led them to an even more horrifying situation. Shax lives for watching the hope die in his victim’s eyes before he plucks them right from the sockets and eats them, and works to cultivate the most hope possible before he destroys it utterly. If he had his way, he’d make his victims’ suffering last for days or even weeks, but luckily(?) most mortals don’t last more than a day or two under his attentions... not for lack of trying, on his part. He’s always looking to improve his techniques. And besides, even if mortals are too flimsy for his tastes, there’s plenty of blood to spill among the angels.

As the Blood Marquis, Shax is all about blood. He’s a blood FANATIC and a bleed damage enthusiast, fittingly for a torturer, so he prefers drawing things out slowly. To this end, he has a 30ft Aura of Bleeding Wounds that causes ALL piercing and slashing damage done BY anyone TO anyone--friend and foe alike--to inflict 1d6 bleed damage to whoever receives the damage. Unlike most forms of bleed, this bleed stacks with itself up to 10d6, quickly going from a nuisance to a life-threatening DoT if the flow isn’t staunched. Of course, Shax himself is immune to bleed, and he can freely designate anyone in the aura to become immune to its effects... though he typically doesn’t, because every drop of blood is another weapon he can use.

As a swift action, Shax can throw open a toolbox in the form of Command Blood, one of the most potent abilities in his kit. Any creature suffering from even a single point of bleed can be affected by it if they fail the DC 38 Fortitude save, and the effect continues so long as the bleed does. A creature under the effects of Command Blood can be blinded as their own fluids surge into their eyes, drowned as it slips into their nose and mouth, disarmed as it flows over their limbs and coats their held items to make them extra slippery... or turned into autonomous turrets under Shax’s command. Gruesome Tendrils is the final option for Command Blood, ending the bleed on the victim but causing their blood to form into stinging tendrils that automatically inflict 1d6 slashing and 1d6 bleed damage to everything within 5ft of the victim. It’s a meager amount of damage, but Shax can Summon Demons 3/day to conjure an emergency legion for himself, and command his minions to lacerate each other simply so he can create hazardous minefields for the party to move through. Remember that every bit of slashing and piercing damage causes stacking bleed, making even his meager minions dangerous as their claws and the lashing tendrils he forms from them cause mounting damage over time.

Much like the previously reviewed Nocticula, Shax has the combination of Time Stop and Summon Demons, allowing him to go from alone to surrounded by allies he can flank with in a single moment from the party’s perspective. UNLIKE Nocticula, he has far more spells he can use during Time Stop to make fighting him absolute hell: He can conjure a Blade Barrier 3/day to shape the battlefield with dangerous, slicing (and thus bloodletting) blades, and has Mage’s Sword 3/day to autonomously deal 4d6+3 to a target as the mystic blade slashes them over and over again even if they manage to stay out of his reach. He can also summon Spiritual Weapons at will, each one dealing 1d8+5 damage and striking up to four times a round; setting up either of his autonomous weapons during a battle would be a waste of his standard action, but Time Stop potentially allows him to curse the entire party with invincible knives that will be dealing constant damage over time and stacking their bleed ever-higher. He may not even need to draw his own weapons if he feels the party is far too beneath him, letting his minions and summoned blades cut them apart and commanding their blood to kill them for him.

You absolutely do not want him to draw his weapons while you’re adjacent to him. Shax is devastating if he’s allowed to Full-Attack... but significantly less harmful if his enemies manage to stay out of his reach, as dagger specialists typically are. Each of his +5 Unholy Daggers deals 1d4+15 damage, and he has the full tree of Two-Weapon Fighting feats to let him attack at maximum power with both of them if he’s allowed to make a Full-Attack, meaning he can strike upwards to eight times a round! That’’s 8d4+120 (+1d10+10 thanks to Two-Weapon Rend) damage before factoring in the stacking bleed, any potential critical hits, or his terrifying +5d6 Sneak Attack which he will be making full use of at every single available opportunity. If you get blinded by your own blood or caught between Shax and his summoned allies, you’re taking a 20th-level Disintegrate-worth of extra damage on top of being blended by his knives.

Sorry, wait, hold on, I missed something! Hah, silly me! 1d4+15? I meant 1d4+25, because the Marquis’ Frightful Weapon Prowess causes anyone vulnerable to fear effects to take +10 damage from all weapon attacks he makes, ranged or melee. His skill with his blades is so terrifying that simply seeing him work makes his attacks more painful. Immunity to fear prevents this extra damage, as does simply closing your eyes so you don’t see his blades coming, but this obviously opens you to his Sneak Attack even if you’re not being flanked or blinded, so it’s a choice about whether you want to take +10 flat damage that’s potentially multiplied by a critical hit or +5d6 variable damage that isn’t affected by crits. And speaking of crits: if even a single one of the blows so much as threatens a critical hit, his Painful Cuts kicks in, staggering the victim for one round per threat, or 1d4 rounds if the crit is confirmed (which also forces a DC 43 Fortitude save to avoid being hit with Blinding Critical), shielding him from retaliatory Full-Attacks.

Thus: if you’re not somehow immune to Frightful Weapon Prowess and are vulnerable to his Sneak Attack, this brings his max Full-Attack damage to 8d4+1d10+210 + 40d6 + 8d6 bleed (this isn’t even accounting for his weapon’s Unholy ability). Spicy! Too bad moving just 10ft away causes his intimidating damage track to fall like a lead weight. His infinite supply of Thrown Surgical Tools can be tossed up to four times a round for 1d6+10 (and an extra +10 from FWP), but it’s harder for him to use his Sneak Attack from a range and 1d6+10 up to four times pales in comparison to the storm of steel he becomes in melee.

His tools prevent his damage from falling too hard if he’s getting kited around, but if he wants to be especially petty about people ducking his reach, it gives him an excuse to make use of Greater Disarm; if you’re going to be moving away from him anyway he’s going to give you a damn good reason to do so by sending your weapons flying... And if you think that’s giving up too much damage, remember the constant bleed and his attacking Spiritual Weapon and Mage Swords. Depending on how badly he wishes to savor a particular encounter, he may forego using his tools altogether, preferring to disarm his foes and allow his summons to pick them to pieces!

... Ah, yes, his summons, I almost forgot. He can not only summon demons, but if he’s in his realm, Charnelhome, he can use Miracle to bring allies from across the cosmos to his aid if he needs flankers, and he’s encouraged to do so for one specifically gruesome reason: Any party capable of fighting him will likely not be too stressed about whatever he calls, but they serve as... well, a quick snack. Command Blood has a final function that encourages him to use it on his allies as well as enemies, especially allies he considers expendable: If a creature dies while under its effects, their blood slithers towards him unerringly at a rate of 60ft/round, and if it reaches him without being destroyed (even a single point of Fire damage does it) or transmuted into another substance, he automatically absorbs it and gets a Heal spell for his trouble, regenerating 150 HP and shedding a multitude of status ailments.

This ability to Absorb Blood functions even if he’s unable to take any actions himself, the blood slithering of its own accord towards him... and it works on anything he’s used Command Blood on, regardless of size or species. Fun fact: he has a pathetic 1d6+5 bite attack that nonetheless deals slashing damage. Second fun fact: There’s usually innocent civilians in his murder manor he can summon to his side at any time. Call an innocent in, nip them with his beak, command their blood, and the moment they die, he gets mid-battle healing at the cost of a moment of his time. Minions called in by his Miracle (NOT his summon, as summoned creatures and all portions of them disappear if they die) or ones which were simply present when the battle began are also vulnerable to being made into juiceboxes, but he can also grant them a bonus: rather than the lashing tendrils, he can have them get coated in their own blood instead. Since demons tend to use natural weapons instead of manufactured ones, they can reap the benefits of the +10 to checks to avoid being grappled or bound with no downsides! Except, of course, their boss waiting for them to die so he can drink them. He can even knife them himself in the middle of his Full-Attack if he needs it in an emergency! Victims don’t have to die from the bleed, they just have to die while affected by Command Blood, an ability with no per-day or target number restriction and no set duration aside from ‘this ends when the bleed does.’ 

A battle with Shax can be downright frustrating if you haven’t brought some Fire damage with you to eliminate his blood blobs, but at least it’s pretty. Y’know, if you’re into blood being everywhere. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and he understands, though I imagine that for someone so obsessive about his craft it can be just as frustrating for him when a party member’s death doesn’t go as planned (healing magic is RUINING his vision!), or it goes too well and the poor sod who got burst down for 400 damage right when his Time Stop ended didn’t get to enjoy the effort he put into making sure their arterial spray landed in a perfect arc across their teammates’ eyes. 

Ah well, he’ll get it right next time.

You can read more about him here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 26 and up #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons #lots of blood and gore talked abt in this one dont read it if youre squeamish

[whale-osha-violations]

Chapter 4: The Counterpane

Number of regulations violated: 4 5

This chapter is mostly focused on Ishmael and Queequeg waking up in bed together, and this alone does not have any violations in it. However, Ishmael talks about chimney sweeps, who unfortunately experienced famously dangerous working conditions. I have edited this post to include an additional violation to more adequately cover these conditions.

That's all for now, and

Stay safe sailors!

Rules broken:

1926.953 - Enclosed spaces

Any employee entering an enclosed space must be properly trained and given adequate protection. The atmosphere within the space should be tested to ensure it is safe, which includes having sufficient oxygen and an absence of flammable gasses. There should also be a rescue system in place

Ishmael references having seen children work as chimney sweeps, and himself trying to do the same thing as a child. There are no regulations against child labour, but that child should be adequately prepared for their job, and be allowed to work under safe conditions.

1910.94 - Ventilation

In a space where there is a risk of contaminated air, systems should be set up to replace this with fresh, clean air and to collect any dust or particles

Working inside an enclosed chimney, there is not adequate ventilation and in the absence of respiratory protection, this will lead to serious harm

1910.132 - Personal protective equipment

Employees must be provided adequate protective equipment to guard against any sort of environmental, chemical, radiological or mechanical hazards they could encounter.

This is the more general regulation, with subsequent ones also being in this category. I am adding it after seeing the notes since I realized that skin protection other than hands was not already covered, and as we are all aware, being inside a chimney is in fact very dangerous!

1910.135 - Respiratory Protection

When engineering controls are not sufficient or reasonable, any employee working under conditions where they may be breathing contaminated air should have an appropriate and well-fitted respirator provided.

Again, chimney sweeps are mentioned but Ishmael does not seem to have seen them wearing any sort of respirators. It was common for chimney sweeps to experience respiratory problems from inhaling soot, which could be mitigated with proper controls.

1910.138 - Hand protection

When there are skin hazards such as burns or lacerations, appropriate hand protection must be provided and used

There is no mention of wearing protective clothing of any sort before going into a chimney, but some residues from burning things can cause skin damage, in addition to the threat from sharp edges and subsequent infection

#whale weekly #whale weekly memenotes #moby dick #osha #whale osha

[outlanderanatomy]

Anatomy Lesson Outlander Trauma-Drama, Part 2

Hey, all.

Hope you had a grand couple of weeks awaiting part two of Outlander Trauma-Drama… Here it is. Yay!

Our last Anatomy Lesson, Outlander Trauma-Drama, Part 1, showed the system pathologists use to classify trauma. In that lesson, we covered different types of mechanical trauma including contusion, abrasion, laceration, incision, avulsion, projectile injury, and puncture wounds.

Remember? Yasss!

Mechanical trauma

Thermal Injury

Radiation Injury

Personal Exposure (tobacco and alcohol)

Therapeutic Drugs

Air Pollution

Industrial Exposures

Agricultural Hazards

Natural Toxins

Oxygen Deprivation

Infectious Agents

Immunological Diseases

Genetic Derangements

Nutritional Diseases

Contusion

Abrasion

Laceration

Incision

Avulsion

Projectile injuries

Puncture wounds

Today’s lesson continues with the trauma-drama theme ‘cos there are still loads of Outlander owies to uncover and discover!

Again, examples from Diana’s big books and the Starz Outlander series will serve as anatomical models for the injuries.

Today’s lesson will cover thermal injury and alcohol abuse. So, let’s get started!

There are six types of Thermal Injury:

Thermal burns

Hyperthermia

Chilblains

Hypothermia

Frostbite

Electrical injury

Here we go! Weeellll almost. Head over to www.outlanderanatomy.com for the rest of the goodies!

#outlander #outlanderanatomy #anatomy lessons #humananatomy #dianagabaldon

[bcbdrums]

Grasping for the Wind

A/N: Oh good heavens, it's a Soul Eater fanfic. Multi-chap, this is just the prologue. More info on AO3/FFn. Anime based, canon compliant, it's about Stein. It's good I promise.

Inspired by this fanart.

Read on: AO3 FFn

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Prologue

"I screwed up."

Stein looked at the sterile cart with its neat, tidy rows of instruments and sutures. And for the first time in his life, taking one of the delicate tools in his hand didn't cause his heart to race with excitement.

"I couldn't guard because if I did, Soul would get hurt. And I couldn't attack, because the black blood would harden against them. I was going to run away but...he backed me against the wall. The doors wouldn't open. I..."

"Maka."

"I never should have gone in there! I screwed up!"

"It will be okay, Maka. Once we get back to the DWMA, Stein will patch up Soul. Isn't that right, Stein?"

Stein's fingers tightened on the forceps until his knuckles were white even through his latex glove.

"I screwed up."

"What?" Naigus said, and Stein remembered he wasn't alone.

"Nothing. Sorry," he said, bringing his attention back to the present as the weapon acted as nurse.

He watched as she gently and deftly washed away the seemingly endless red stains, revealing pale skin and torn flesh underneath. Some required a little more effort where the blood had dried, but too much of it was still fresh. He had already administered drugs to help the blood to clot, which he was grateful for the patient's sake had taken quick effect.

He adjusted his gloves as Naigus discarded the third blood-soaked cloth and moistened a fourth. The sight of the injuries as they were being revealed would usually inspire him and drive his curiosity, but this time they only caused him to grimace.

"Surprised to see you scrubbed up," Naigus said, glancing up at him from her task.

"Yes, well. He probably wouldn't want to see his blood all over my clothes afterward."

'He would probably reject my operating, too.'

"Do you mind if I ask...what happened out there?" Naigus said as she dropped yet another blood-soaked cloth in the hazardous waste bin.

Stein wished for a cigarette as he stared at the blood seeping slowly from countless lacerations, some long and some short, but all of them deep. They began neatly just below the collarbone and ended jaggedly below the navel, the entire torso having fallen victim and appearing now as a mutilated mess. There was hardly any white of skin to be seen, the wounds were that dreadful, and Stein grit his teeth as he forced his gaze upward from the red of the bloodied flesh to the red of Spirit's hair, and the pained expression on the face of his unconscious, former partner.

"You heard me," he replied. "I screwed up."

#soul eater #fanfiction #franken stein #spirit albarn #death scythe #stein #professor stein #dr stein #dr. stein #maka albarn #soul evans #soul eater evans #mira naigus #mira nygus #naigus #sid barret #sid barrett #lord death #shinigami #shinigami-sama #dwma #death weapon meister academy #shibusen #medusa gorgon #fanfic #fic

[tea-of-destiny]

12, 20 and 36 for Desmond or Descole?

(from here)

Thanks for asking these! Sorry it took so long to answer lol.

12. Crack headcanon

Hmm, I always have a hard time with really absurd headcanons aha. I guess if he was born in our time, he would be one of those people that always seems to have an iced coffee from Tims or whatever in hand, no matter what time of day you saw him. He likes non-dairy cream but no sugar in his coffee, and the secret is that he's actually just pretty slow at finishing one beverage, even though everyone gets the impression that he has a major caffeine problem lol.

20. Scars

There's definitely a big one on his back from saving Luke in the Azran sanctuary. I tend to think it was both a burn and a laceration, and the scar tissue kind of radiates/snakes outward from the point of impact. It's quite shocking for an outsider to look at between its size and complexity, and sometimes it still causes Des pain even after being revived by the Azran.

Des very adamantly does not talk about the pain or the circumstances around the scar if he can avoid it, however. The people outside of the Bostonius crew who learn about it all find out completely accidentally. (This is a plot point in the rivals-to-lovers development between him and my post-AL husband OC.)

Other scars probably include some noticeable slashes and puncture wounds on his limbs from various "job hazards": confrontations with enemies, machinery accidents, fall damage, etc.

I think, additionally, that there is a noticeable lack of scarring on his face, but even before needing to conceal his identity as Jean Descole, he spent a lot of time and effort making sure any marks he got on his face wouldn't last. Strangers think him vain for it, but... it's much harder to hide your suffering if you're wearing it plain on your expression.

36. Their favorite season

It's odd. I usually imagine that Targent both threatened the Bronevs and killed the Sycamores during winter. And yet, I can't picture Des truly enjoying any season but winter, either. He finds it deeply bittersweet when he's experienced so much loss during that part of the year; yet the frigid air and quiet nights are calming and refreshing to him, too.

Froenborg was remarkably homely for him. Waiting for Layton and co., watching over Aurora frozen in the ice, was pleasant. It almost convinced Des that he didn't really want to deceive his brother after all. Almost.

(I hope I can dig into this headcanon a little more if I ever finish the fic with him and Mackintosh...)

#professor layton #desmond sycamore #jean descole #teaposts #answered

[apothecarywormcrud]

💚💙 gimme that gridlaw

💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

griddle gets a lil crush almost immediately bc sometimes when a dude puts your heart in a cube thats all you can rlly do in response but doesnt think much of it bc they barely know the guy. it gets worse after they hit Close Friends territory and they realize they care abt him a lot on top of everything else. law takes a hot second to develop feelings to begin with and even then i don't think he's paying any proper attention. punk hazard is the point when it Really sets in bc aint nothin better for Gay Realizations than locking two guys alone on an island together and then going oh yeah btw you have to pretend you don't know or like each other. also this bird woman is going to flirt with your centipede right in front of you and you cant do fuck or shit about it. have fun!

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

ONE MILLION YEARS REPRESSION BAYBEE!! griddle has no behavioral changes they just think about getting decapitated a lot. probably gets mildly antsy when they need treatment for injuries bc uwu the intimacy of lacerations deep enough to require stitches, or whatever. law i think actually gets. more distant and irritable bc hes like clearly the solution to catching feelings is to remove myself from the situation until they go away. flawless fucking victory. now your friend thinks you're mad at them, idiot.

#ass memes #gridlaw

[silvysartfulness]

how do you plan out your carving? do you sketch the whole thing first and then take measurements to help with placement of the different elements? do you wing it? these birds look fucking incredible!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you like them! 😀

I usually sketch out a few very rough thumbnails on paper first, just to settle on a general idea for the overall design and deciding approximately what goes where.

Then I sketch it out with pencil directly on the wood. Often only one area at a time, since it's easy to smudge the lines while working. Starting with getting the largest elements down first, then filling in smaller details in between once the big ones are in place.

I really only take measurements for things like frames, where you want to keep things in proportion all the way around - the actual decorative element I freehand by eye. Lots of winging it and making it up as I go along! All depending on what looks good to add at any given time.

Final mandatory word of warning - MDF dust is very dangerous, highly carcinogenic and can cause micro-lacerations in lungs, airways and eyes. If you want to work with it, always wear a mask and goggles, and preferably do it outside if at all possible! Very small projects I sometimes do indoors with a vacuum cleaner ready to clean away the dust every few strokes, but be aware of the health hazard!

I hope that's somewhat helpful. :)

#asksilvy #thank you for asking!

[qreyjoys]

    &.    AESTHETICS,   BIO,   MUSINGS,   STUDY,   VISUALS   &   THREADS   .

🜲       ⸻      ·   。…     [  tamino  amir  /  thirty  two  /  cis  man  /  he  or  him  ]  in  the  conflict  between  lions  and  men,  aurion  greyjoy  begins  their  first  steps  up  the  ladder  in  the  game  of  thrones.  known  to  be  cunning  and  undaunted,  their  rumoured  forbidding  and  merciless  tendencies  might  prove  to  be  their  unmaking.  the  court  bards  play  upon  themes  of  droplets  of  salt  water  chasing  one  another  down  neck  and  spine,  the  bow  of  a  vessel  parting  deep  water;  its  kraken  figurehead  splashed  with  white  foam,  the  pardon  of  the  storm  at  sea;  the  wind  and  the  rain  that  rival  the  saline  spray  which  stings;  lungs  so  drowned  by  the  sea  they  rot  and  bleed  salt  viscera  and  the  splintered  deck  of  a  concaving  hull;  felled  masts  and  lacerated  sails;  enemy  captain  and  crew  lost  to  the  drowned  god’s  depths  when  composing  a  tune  for  them.  while  they  are  the  lord  heir  of  pyke  and  lord  captain  of  the  iron  fleet,  it  is  said  that  their  loyalties  lie  with  house  targaryen  and  the  iron  islands.  only  time  will  tell  if  the  tides  shift  favourably  for  them  or  if  the  climb  is  too  hazardous  for  even  the  most  sure - footed.

#&. PINNED.

[killed-by-choice]

Christine Mora, 18 (USA 1994)

Christine Mora was a high school senior. She was 17 weeks pregnant when she underwent an abortion at Doctors’ Surgical Center in Cypress, California — an FPA (Family Planning Associates) location. FPA facilities have been linked to a long history of death and malpractice. She had no idea when she walked through those doors that she would never reach her 19th birthday or graduate from high school.

The abortion was done in only three minutes, which was a careless lack of patience for such a hazardous operation. Christine was left unattended afterwards and suffered a fall. Thomas Grubbs, the abortionist responsible for the girl’s 3-minute mutilation, was called to check on her.

He never should have left Christine unattended. By this time, her speech was slurred and she couldn’t respond to any questions in a way that made sense. An ambulance rushed the dying teenager to the hospital, where her father was called and informed about the abortion and his daughter’s condition.

Christine deteriorated for 8 days in the ICU before dying. Her 18-month-old was left a motherless only child. The heartbroken family was furious when the results of the autopsy came back and they saw what Grubbs had done to Christine.

The autopsy showed septicemia and hemorrhage in the brain, along with multiple cervical lacerations. It also revealed that Christine had a congenital heart defect called a foramen ovale, in which a connection between the two sides of her heart had not closed at birth as it was supposed to do. However, her heart defect did not cause her death.

Her family filed a wrongful death suit. The expert reviewing the case for Christine’s family said that the “treatment” provided to Christine at the FPA facility “fell below applicable standard” and that the “breach of standard care was the direct cause of Miss Mora’s death.” In particular, he faulted them because Grubbs had never examined Christine prior to the abortion (he’d had no contact with her at all before beginning her abortion) and because “The anesthesia record says that Dr. Bruggs did the entire extraction procedure in three minutes,” which was what caused the cervical lacerations. The lacerations had caused an amniotic fluid embolism, killing Christine.

The abortionist eventually settled out of court with confidentiality on the exact amount of the settlement included as part of the agreement.

FPA was also responsible for the deaths of Denise Holmes, 16-year-old Patricia Chacon, Mary Pena, Josefina Garcia, 17-year-old Laniece Dorsey, Susan Levy, Joyce Ortenzio, 19-year-old Tami Suematsu, 13-year-old Deanna Bell, Emmeko Reed, 16-year-old Nakia Jorden, Kimberly K. Neil and Kenniah Epps.

If it wasn’t for the abortion, Christine and her baby would still be alive.

California Certificate of Death # 94-180853

Orange County Coroner’s Report 94-06863-AB

California Death Index, 1940-1997 database, Christine Mora, 08 Nov 1994; Department of Public Health Services, Sacramento.

Mega-Abortionist Settles in a Hurry, San Diego News Notes May 1997

#tw abortion #pro life #unsafe yet legal #tw murder #tw ab*rtion #death from legal abortion #tw malpractice #tw negligence #abortion #abortion debate #victims of roe #unsafe but legal

[autumnmobile12]

Outcasts Together

If she were to hazard a guess, Lisa would say he was maybe fourteen or fifteen years old.  Some years older than her own son.

“Some of these wounds are deep,”  she reported solemnly.  “I will need to suture them closed.”

The youngster twisted his head round to glare at her.

“If I don’t, there’s an even greater chance the wound will turn sick and you’ll have an even bigger problem to worry about.”

Whether it was the idea of his wounds festering or the sharp tone of her voice that moved him, Lisa didn’t know.  Her patient turned away from her and she saw his shoulders stiffen in preparation for the second part of the day’s ordeal.  She tried to work quickly, first cleaning the worst of the lacerations with the alcohol solution, which she knew stung when the boy hissed in pain, then applying the numbing salve, and then she took up the needle in thread.  She hummed as she worked, too.  The melody of soothing cradlesongs she had sung to Adrian as a baby filled the silence.  Stitch by painstaking stitch, she pulled the broken skin back together.  “Almost done,”  she murmured.  Throughout the procedure, the boy still hardly made a sound, and out of consideration for his apparent pride, Lisa reluctantly ignored the angry, frustrated tears slipping slowly down his cheeks.

#castlevania #lisa tepes #trevor belmont #medieval medicine #castlevania netlix #castlevania fanart #castlevania fanfiction #blood and injury

[ourbastardofsorrows]

great news! i’ve been recalled for being a laceration hazard!

#tia text #again. i know i made a post like this when i was taking that chem course but i can’t find it

[tramontane-fire]

i have sworn off EMS tv but every so often I catch a few gifs of ppl's blorbos on the medical shows and holy EMS handoff reports batman

he was stabbed but it missed everything major oh you can tell that for sure? we've got CT scanners on the rigs now? I guarantee you if your pt was stabbed in the tummy area deep enough there is like a really good chance that it at least nicked the intestines (do you know how much intestine is crammed into the abdomen??) and that is a one-way ticket to Sepsistown without treatment. How're the vitals? signs of shock? If the vitals are trending shockward I'm going to hazard a guess that a solid organ or blood vessel was involved in the stabbing but we don't know do we because you didn't say.

a couple broken ribs lots of lacerations he'll be fine oh is that your prognosis?? are we carrying portable x-rays as well as CT scanners now? my goodness how quickly things progress. Also the lung sounds, how are they? You want to check the lung sounds any time there's any rib/chest trauma. Or any time there isn't. Just, every time. Does this fella need a chest tube or not? And the lacerations, where are they? how's the bleeding situation? did any of them need pressure bandages or tourniquets to control the bleeding?

I get that it's tv and you can't be 100% accurate on TV for time's sake and storytelling's sake and communicating medical info to laypeople's sake but watching my job done badly on TV is something else.

#contract starts in a week and holy shit do I ever need it #work spam #kind of #tv spam #ems deficit disorder

[sivadigitalart]

Sea Monsters!

We had created them for real. The ones that were only imagined in fables, folklore, and films. Sea Monsters. That threatens all lives and all lands. It's high time we stopped the monsters from entering the sea. All that we do not need, do not belong to the waters. Stop the Monster. Stop, Monsters!

___________

Plastic waste makes up 80% of all marine pollution and around 8 to 10 million metric tons of plastic end in the ocean each year. Research states that, by 2050, plastic will likely outweigh all fish in the sea.

Currently, there are about 50-75 trillion pieces of plastic and microplastics in the ocean.

Plastic pollution in the ocean has a devastating impact on marine life and ecosystems. The most obvious one is the damage plastic items cause to animals when they come into contact with or ingest them, which includes suffocation, entanglement, laceration, infections, and internal injuries.

Harm to Human Beings: Plastic materials are carcinogenic and can affect the body’s endocrine system, causing developmental, neurological, reproductive, and immune disorders. Another health hazard is given by toxic contaminants that often accumulate on plastic’s surface, and are then transferred to humans through the consumption of seafood.

Climate Change: Plastic pollution and climate change are two sides of the same coin: plastic production, as it is created from fossil fuels, highly contributes to the climate crisis.

-Ocean Literacy Portal, Unesco.Org

___________

#SeaMonsters #StopTheMonster #monster #Plasticpollution #plasticwaste #pollution #SaveOceanLife #ecosystem #marinelife #plastic #toxic #harm #climatechange #Savethisplanet #Savenature #planetearth #earth #turtle #fish #ocean #life #nature #photo #doodle #drawing #art #love #sivadigitalart

#SeaMonsters #StopTheMonster #monster #Plasticpollution #plasticwaste #pollution #SaveOceanLife #ecosystem #marinelife #plastic #toxic #harm #climatechange #Savethisplanet #Savenature #planetearth #earth #turtle #fish #ocean #life #nature #photo #doodle #drawing #art #love #sivadigitalart #digitalpainting #digital art

[person-injury-law-news]

STEPS TO TAKE IN FILING A SLIP AND FALL CLAIM IN NEW MEXICO

Shapiro Law Team April 8, 2024 Personal injury,Safety

Everyone slips and falls, but unfortunately, some may sustain major injuries. If you slip and fall on a federally owned or private property, liability typically falls on the property owner. That being said, there are some exceptions. Slips and falls can cause life-long pain and trauma; if you’ve experienced a slip and fall accident, don’t hesitate to contact us at Shapiro Law Team.

Let’s look at what constitutes a slip and fall and what steps you need to take when filing a claim.

Table of Contents

Understand What Constitutes a Slip and Fall Claim in New Mexico?

Immediate Actions To Take Following a Slip and Fall Incident

Seek Medical Attention

Report the Incident

Document the Scene

Gather Witness Information

Preserve Evidence

Gathering Evidence for Your Slip and Fall Claim

Understanding New Mexico’s Comparative Negligence Rule

The Importance of Legal Representation in Filing a Claim

Filing Your Slip and Fall Claim: The Process

What To Expect After Filing a Slip and Fall Claim

Call for a Free Consultation From Shapiro Law Team

Call for a Free Consultation

Understand What Constitutes a Slip and Fall Claim in New Mexico?

A person can file a slip and fall claim if a hazardous condition on someone else’s property caused the fall. In New Mexico, property owners have a duty to maintain safe premises and to warn visitors of any known dangers. If they fail to do so while having known about the hazardous condition, the injured party may have grounds for a slip and fall claim.

Immediate Actions To Take Following a Slip and Fall Incident

In many cases, people who slip and fall simply brush themselves off and are on their way. In other cases, people may experience injuries like head trauma, broken bones, and even lacerations.

There are several steps you should take after the accident to protect your rights and strengthen your claim:

Seek Medical Attention

Above all else, always seek medical care from a professional. Even if your injuries seem minor, it’s important to seek medical care to document your injuries — and remember, concussion symptoms may not show up for several days following the accident.

Report the Incident

Notify the property owner, manager, or supervisor of the accident as soon as possible. Request that they document the incident in writing. You should also contact law enforcement so they can make an official police report. This report will only help build your case.

Document the Scene

It pays to have a camera in your pocket at all times. Pull out your phone and take photographs or videos of the accident scene. Include the hazardous condition that caused your fall and any visible injuries you sustained. Also jot down the time, location, and what caused the fall.

Gather Witness Information

It’s hard to get the full story when you don’t see it for yourself. That’s where witnesses come in. If there were any witnesses to the incident, collect their names and contact information. Their statements may be valuable in supporting your claim.

Preserve Evidence

Gathering Evidence for Your Slip and Fall Claim

As mentioned, evidence is vital for establishing liability and proving the extent of your damages in a slip and fall claim. An experienced personal injury attorney can help you gather evidence while you recover; types of evidence may include:

Photographs or surveillance videos

Eyewitness statements

Police reports

Medical documentation and bills

Employment records documenting lost income

Understanding New Mexico’s Comparative Negligence Rule

Unlike many states, New Mexico follows a pure comparative negligence rule, which means that if you are partially responsible for your slip and fall accident, your compensation may be reduced.

For example, if you were 60% responsible for your slip and fall accident that resulted in $10,000 in damage, the other party could be responsible for the remaining 40%.

The Importance of Legal Representation in Filing a Claim

Navigating the legal process of filing a slip-and-fall claim can be hard, especially when dealing with insurance companies and property owners while also trying to recover from injuries. An experienced personal injury lawyer from Shapiro Law Team helps by conducting an investigation of your accident, negotiating with insurance on your behalf, and advocating for fair compensation.

Filing Your Slip and Fall Claim: The Process

If you’ve been injured in a slip and fall accident in New Mexico, the first step in filing a claim is to contact a reputable personal injury law firm like Shapiro Law. Our experienced attorneys will review the details of your case and advise the best course of action.

Once we take on your case, we’ll get to work on gathering evidence, negotiating with insurance companies, investigating the scene, and obtaining expert opinions — all while you recover from your injuries. If a fair settlement can’t be met, we will take your case all the way to trial.

What To Expect After Filing a Slip and Fall Claim

Once your slip and fall claim has been filed, you can expect your attorney to continue investigating your case and communicate with insurance adjusters. Representing yourself is hard, but that’s why our team offers superior representation on your behalf. We’ll negotiate a fair settlement that fully compensates for your injuries, lost wages, and pain and suffering.

Call for a Free Consultation From Shapiro Law Team

Slip and fall accidents can happen in the blink of an eye. From broken bones to traumatic head injuries, a lot can change in a matter of seconds. Instead of facing your case alone, let the experienced attorneys at Shapiro Law fight for your rights. Let’s get your life back on track; call us today to schedule your free consultation.

Call for a Free Consultation

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