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kinglazrus · 2 years

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In Case of Emergency

Chapter 10: Yes, They Can

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Chapter Summary: Danny's fucking dead.

Chapter word count: 1993

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William's arms were sore. His wrists ached. The last time he performed CPR for any length of time was when he got his first-aid recertification over two years ago. Ever since he became a teacher, he made a habit of getting recertified every three years. That was a long time to have a skill and not need it. William had always hoped he would never need it but was glad to have it just in case. He wished it would have stayed just in case.

That time was coming up again soon, he realized. That precise moment wasn't the best time to remember something like that. Three years, although not such a long time for someone his age, felt much longer when it came to life-saving skills. What if he was doing something wrong? What if he was only making things worse? He didn't know. Danny Fenton might be dying right in front of him, and William didn't know if he was actually helping.

Anthony appeared on the other side of Danny's bed. "Mr. Lancer, let me take over."

William shook his head. Danny said he was fine. He was tired, that was all. What happened? How could William have missed something like this? He kept going over every second of his interaction with Danny in his head, looking for a sign that he ignored in the moment. He saw the baggy clothes, the tired eyes, and the limp. They all concerned him, but nothing hinted toward this.

That did not stop William from silently berating himself. There was more he could have done. He should have insisted that Anthony check him over immediately. It might not have prevented Danny's heart from stopping, but at least then someone would have noticed it right away. How long, William wondered, had Danny been laying here without a heartbeat before they found him?

Some sleep. William had sent off to get some sleep and now... and now...

"Your arms must be getting tired. The ambulance is almost here; someone needs to show them in when they arrive," Anthony said.

Maybe Danny was asleep. William only felt his pulse—or lack of it—for a few seconds. Weren't you supposed to count a full minute? He panicked the second he couldn't find anything, but he was not a medical professional. He could have messed up.

"William!" Anthony's shout jerked William out of his thoughts. His hands paused. Anthony took advantage of that moment of hesitance, coming around to the other side of the bed and shoving William aside. He lowered his head, tilting his ear toward Danny's mouth, and listened for a few seconds.

"Still no breathing." Anthony resumed compressions, sparing William a glance. "The ambulance," he reminded him.

"I can't leave him."

Anthony glanced at William for a second before focusing back on Danny. "Fine. Then don't go. Ella can show the paramedics in."

By William's memory, the closest hospital was Park Medical Centre, a mere ten-minute drive away. A much smaller distance compared to Amity West's forty minutes. It had been eleven minutes since they discovered Danny's condition, and nothing had changed in that time. From his training, William knew this situation called for a portable defibrillator, but the mounted wall-bracket where Casper High's AED was supposed to sit was empty. It had gotten damaged in a ghost attack the previous week and had yet to be replaced. They didn't have the equipment to handle this.

With Anthony taking over CPR, William felt useless. All he could do was watch.

"His parents," William realized after a moment. "We need to contact his parents."

Anthony did not respond, too focused on his task. William stumbled back to Anthony's desk, grabbing the phone. Over the years, he had dialled the Fentons enough time to have their home phone number memorized. It rang four times before going to voicemail. He tried again, getting the same result.

"They aren't answering," William started to dial again.

"I already told Ella to call them," Anthony said.

"But I just—"

"You needed something to do."

That did not make William feel better. He clung to the phone. If Ella had already called them—probably not long after Anthony called for the ambulance—then they were on their way. Professionals were coming. His parents were coming. There was nothing left for William to do.

A total of thirteen minutes after Anthony called 911, the ambulance arrived. Ella led EMTs in, immediately stepping aside so they could rush past her and joining Anthony by Danny's side. William could not resist watching Ella as she took in the scene. Her expression crumpled. A vindictive part of William swelled with satisfaction at her distress, but the feeling was quickly smothered by a wave of guilt. He may have wanted to wipe the smug look from her face, but this was not how he wanted it to happen.

"Are his parents on the way?" William watched as one of the EMTs put a mask on Danny's face and started manually pumping oxygen. The other was cutting away Danny's hoodie, working around Anthony's hands.

"I couldn't get a hold of them." Ella's voice shook.

William dragged a hand down his face. He had been a teacher for nearly thirty years. In all that time, nothing as distressing as this had ever happened. That included all the ghost attacks in recent years.

"Call them again," he said.

Ella nodded and rushed out of the room. By that time, the EMT had finished cutting through Danny's hoodie. Anthony had to pause his compressions so they could pull the fabric aside and expose his chest.

"Oh my god," Anthony whispered.

"What? What is it?" William moved forward.

"Sir!" the EMT who had cut Danny's sweater snapped.

For a second, William thought he was the one being snapped at until Anthony gave his head a sharp shake and returned to his compressions. No one paid any attention to William as he approached. Once he was close enough to see what shocked Anthony, his blood went cold. Bruises, bigger than William's hand, a dark purplish-red, coloured Danny's torso. They were centred around his abdomen.

William had seen those bruises before. They were a different colour, then, tinged green instead of red, and weren't quite as large, but he had seen them.

"Danny?" William whispered.

The EMT pressed his hands to Danny's abdomen. "Rigid."

"What does that mean?"

She spared William a glance. "He has internal bleeding. Either he has a severe injury or he has been bleeding out for a while. We don't have time to defibrillate here. We need to get him to the hospital immediately."

Compressions and oxygen had to stop while the paramedics lifted Danny from the infirmary bed onto the stretcher. The other EMT swung up onto the bed and resumed CPR from there. William followed them out to the front of the school, where the ambulance stood waiting.

"I'm coming with you," he told them.

The other EMT, a man, nodded as he loaded the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. "Get in the passenger seat."

"But..." William kept his eyes on Danny until the ambulance doors closed.

"It's not like in movies. She needs room to work, so you're in the front with me or you're not with us at all," the EMT said.

William had no choice but to agree. The front of the ambulance had a window that looked into the back. Throughout the drive, he was torn between watching Danny in the back and watching the road. He had to turn away when the EMT in the back started using the defibrillator. The sight of Danny's twitching body made his stomach turn.

"Wait, where are we going?" William peered back at the intersection they just passed. Turning there would have taken them straight to Park Medical.

"Amity West."

"But Park Medical Centre—"

"Has a full emergency room. Amity West is the next available hospital."

William clenched his seatbelt in his fist, twisting the fabric. Too far. Amity West was much too far. Beneath the blare of the sirens, he heard the whine of the defibrillator. It went off three times, and each thunk as Danny convulsed wore William down.

"I got a heartbeat!" the EMT cried. William whipped around, staring through the window to the back. She had her head bowed over Danny, cheek near his mouth. She hovered there for a few seconds. "He's breathing!"

The relief he felt at that moment was indescribable. William knew the situation was still dire but seeing Danny's chest rise and fall of its own accord made him feel like everything was going to be okay. They had time, now, to get him to the hospital. Get him into surgery. Amity West had good people. William had only met one of them, but if the doctors there were half as dedicated as Alejo, Danny would be in good hands.

Danny would be fine.

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"The patient arrived in an ambulance at nine-sixteen a.m. The ambulance was first called for suspected cardiac arrest—confirmed on the scene—and EMTs discovered severe internal bleeding. The EMTs revived the patient's heart through defibrillation en route to the hospital but the patient did not regain consciousness. The pulse remained weak. EMTs suspected the internal bleeding was the cause of the cardiac arrest.

"Upon arriving at the hospital, the patient was taken for emergency surgery. An exploratory laparotomy began with a midline incision. Multiple bleeds were found in the patient's abdomen, along with a foreign substance. Hospital staff contacted the appropriate authorities regarding the foreign substance and the surgery continued. Most of the bleeds appeared to be a result of vessel erosion, likely caused by the foreign substance, while the remaining bleeds were the result of blunt force trauma. The bleeds were repaired with a combination of sutures and heat probing.

"Patient suffered from ventricular fibrillation twice during surgery but defibrillation returned his heart to sinus rhythm. The surgery was successful, and the patient was admitted to the ICU for observation while awaiting a response from the government. His vitals were stable immediately following surgery."

Carmen stops there and goes over the surgical notes again. They are, as they should be, clinical and detailed. She skims the specifics—such as where the bleeds were and what kind of sutures were used—and rereads the broad strokes of the surgery. No new information pops out at her, but she can't help it. She needs to know where—when—something went wrong. It isn't until the third readthrough that she accepts there is nothing to find. The surgery went well, considering the circumstances, and Danny Fenton should have been fine.

Knowing that doesn't do anything to change the last few lines on his chart.

"Patient suffered an electrical storm throughout the morning and into the afternoon. He had multiple episodes of v-fib, triggering another cardiac arrest. The patient could not be revived. Time of death: thirteen-eleven p.m."

Carmen's gaze lingers on that last line before she closes the chart and sets it down on the edge of the sink. She should go home. It's been over twenty hours since she last slept. Lack of sleep can lead to some bad decision-making, like theft in Carmen's case. If anyone asks how she got her hands on Danny Fenton's chart, she can at least claim to have charmed the nurses. She asked them politely, she would say. They were so delighted by her pleasant demeanour that they handed the chart right over. It's complete bullshit, but the most Carmen could get for stealing a dead patient's chart—as long as she did nothing untoward with it—is a slap on the wrist. Stealing said patient's body, however. She can really get in trouble for that.

Carmen's hand hovers over a tray of surgical instruments, fingers flexing.

"Okay, Danny." She picks up a scalpel and turns to the body on the autopsy table. "Let's begin."

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#phic phight #phic phight 2022 #unluckyalis #danny phantom #lancer #mentor lancer #parental lancer #in case of emergency #phicc #phanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #tumblroneshots

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cenobitebetty · 3 years

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TW: overdose

I need to write this down to get it out of my head, even if no one else reads it.

Last night, my partner of six years OD’d on opioids. I found him unresponsive on the floor of our bathroom, naked expect for his socks, with the shower running and water all over the floor. He had pulled down the towel rack and shower curtain, and he was slumped against the bathtub. I had just been drifting off to sleep when I noticed his music was playing a little too loud. I almost just let it go, since it really wasn’t that annoying. But I got up and found that the bathroom door was locked. I banged on it and heard nothing, so I pounded and started yelling for him to open the door. I had a horrible feeling and so I hammered on the door with both hands until it broke open.

I yelled at him to get the fuck up, and when he didn’t move, I slapped him as hard as I have ever slapped anyone. His head just sort of rolled back and I slapped him again and again and again. I think I was screaming at him to wake up. I grabbed the shower head, by now running cold water, and sprayed him in the face. For a moment, he looked like he was trying to regain consciousness but it didn’t last.

I just got recertified in CPR for my job. But as I began chest compressions, and realized in earnest that he was not breathing, I felt helpless. His big chest barely moved under my weight, and his skin was cold and wet, so my palm kept slipping around. The 911 dispatcher knew exactly what had happened, even though I didn’t say overdose. While a police officer took over chest compressions, I sat on my front porch, barefoot in a t-shirt and underwear that I had just barely managed to scramble into, the police asked how many times this had happened before, what had he taken, how did he ingest it. And I felt like a fucking idiot because I had no idea he was using, let alone what he was using. My neighbor came over from across the street (many more just stood on the sidewalk and watched) and asked if he could do anything. He assured me that his wife was on duty that night at the ER and he would be in good hands. The officer who took over chest compressions came out and told me that he was semi conscious, and that he was very lucky I had found him when I did.

He doesn’t remember anything from the last hit he took to being put in the ambulance. And I guess he woke up and started crying. I stayed with him until the hospital released him five hours later. The nurses were acceptably hard on him and, even though we assured them this wouldn’t happened again, they sent us home with another dose of narcan. So now I have to look at that every time I open the medicine cabinet.

They said he almost died so many times that when they handed me the discharge papers calling it a near-fatal opioid overdose, the sting was almost gone.

I don’t know if anyone will see this. But I hope that if you are using opioids, you tell someone you trust and you never lock the door. Someone loves you and you don’t want that person to be the one who finds you too late.

Please be safe ❤️

#overdose #addiction #opioids

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mynameischalie · 3 years

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Sunday Seven

1. I am crossing my fingers that my work has rememdied the flooding issues that basically cost me a week of work. My supervisor didn’t hear anything so we’re taking that as a sign that things are good to go tomorrow morning?

2. Last night felt awesome to get out to a baseball game to see the Phillies play. I mean lets be real this time last year we weren’t allowed to do anything so to have that opportunity to sit out and watch a game for 10 innings (even if it got suspended but hey they won!) was a nice feeling.

3. I’m currently watching the final season of Atypical! I’m enjoying it but his final season I can see that it does need to get wrapped up. Jennifer Jason Leigh and Michael Rappaport are both great in their roles as parents. The girl that plays Paige though seriously looks like a spawn child of Kimmi Gibler and Jennifer Jason Leigh ala Fast Times and I can’t unsee it at all.

4. I managed to have a successful laundry day which is probably the most basic boring thing I ever typed in awhile but that’s what it is. I then took myself to Barnes And Noble and picked up a new book to read. I’m grateful for the perks of that educator’s card.

5. Friday afternoon I have to get recertified for CPR so after I get done a three hour online training I’ll have to go for the two hour skills demo that my work is holding. Last time our trainer was this hippie woman named Aurora and she was a trip (in a good way) so I checked my email and looks like Aurora will be back again.

6. Inching closer to getting back to seeing actual real concerts. I’m really excited to get that back in my life and hopefully all goes smoothly.

7. Hope you guys have a good start to your week! Still can’t wrap my head around that it’s almost the end of July.

#sunday 7

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princessfbi · 3 years

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You have books? Are you a doctor or something 🧐

Haha no Nonnie! I was a lifeguard for six years and then just kept up my certifications. But CPR and some other stuff has changed like three times so I just keep my books you get when you get recertified.

#I could do chest compressions in my sleep at this point #It's all muscle memory now but you never know #Most of my rescues were while I was off duty anyways so I like to keep it up to date #ask #answered #anon #currently editing

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rebeccathenaturalist · 4 months

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This weekend was a LOT, but I successfully completed my Wilderness First Responder recertification! This is my fourth recertification since I first became a WFR back in 2013, and each time I recertify I feel like I'm able to add more context and understanding to the material, even though we're largely reviewing the same key topics each time. I don't routinely use my training because I'm not spending large amounts of time in the backcountry as a medic for a group outing, but I have maintained the certification because I do go hiking a lot and want to be prepared just in case something happens to me or someone I'm with.

And it's even more important now that I'm a nature tour guide. Even though my work is primarily in the frontcountry, in case of an injury or illness on a tour I want to be able to offer medical support until EMS shows up. And "wilderness medicine" also applies in disaster situations, not just the backcountry; it's for any situation where regular medical treatment is more than two hours away. Given that I live very close to the Cascadia Subduction Zone, it's not out of the realm of possibility for a major earthquake/tsunami to hit in my lifetime.

As a bonus, the recertification class counts as this year's continuing education hours for my Oregon Master Naturalist certification! And the CPR/AED training I get as part of the recert class is necessary for my Oregon Outfitter/Guide permit. I have to recertify every two years, but I'm considering aiming for every year and a half, because it really helps me to refresh the material in a group setting with lots of practice scenarios. I don't have the time or money to be a perpetual college student, but I take the opportunity to learn more whenever I can, to include developing more practical skills.

#wilderness medicine #WFR #Wilderness First Responder #medicine #continuing education #education #first aid #outdoors

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quicksilversquared · 5 years

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Everyday Heroes

Marinette is always looking for ways to help, whether it be with bringing a student's concerns to the principal as class president, mending a torn jacket, or stepping up to babysit. For her second Heroes Day as a superhero, though, she's going the extra distance so that she can help even more in emergencies.

ft. Everyday Superhero Marinette and her fabulous influence on the class.

links in the reblog

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When the second Heroes Day of her superhero career came around, Marinette was no less taken off guard than she had been the first time. The days had blurred past in a blur of school, superheroing, and trying to balance the two with extracurricular activities, and so it really wasn't her fault for maybe thinking that it was another week away, maybe, or maybe a month.

This time, though, Marinette had a good deed in mind, something that she had been considering for a while now but hadn't actually gotten around to doing yet. Which was good, because once again, her teacher was putting everyone on the spot by asking them what they would be doing to give back to the city or at least the community around them.

And once again, expectations for her would no doubt be high.

"And Marinette?" Ms. Bustier asked, smile expectant as she turned to her. "What is your good deed this year?"

Marinette smiled, sitting up straighter as she answered. "This year, I've decided to take a CPR and First Aid class from the Red Cross so that I can know what to do in an emergency!" She wouldn't be administering first aid during an akuma attack, of course- Ladybug needed to have her priorities, of course, and while there were other people who knew first aid or could at least figure it out in Paris, there were only so many superheroes in the city- but it might come in handy during babysitting or if she happened across any emergencies during her day-to-day life. "And I want to talk to the instructor about possibly doing a class here at school, too, because the more people there are who know how to react in an emergency, the better!"

Ms. Bustier looked impressed. "That's a very good idea, Marinette! That reminds me that I need to get recertified, too- I took a class a few years ago, but I think the certification only lasts for two years or so."

Marinette nodded. That was right. It hadn't sounded like a particularly long time to her, but the site had explained that it was necessary, since people tended to forget information over time and had to be refreshed so that they could act quickly and safely.

"Perhaps you could do a presentation on what you learned after you've taken the class," Ms. Bustier suggested. "You probably can't do specifics, since people need to learn that from a certified instructor, but what people might do to help?"

Marinette nodded eagerly. It would get her classmates interested, which was a good thing. Even if she couldn't get a class at the school- maybe one with a discount, because those classes were not cheap and some students might not be willing or able to pay that much- then there was the chance that people wouldn't be quite as intimidated by the concept as before and would go seek out a class on their own. Then they could help people who got injured during akuma attacks, patching up scrapes and sprains and cuts that they got while trying to flee from the akumas.

"That training is a good deed that can keep on giving," Ms. Bustier finished, smiling. "Thank you, Marinette. Now Alya, what is your good dead for Heroes Day?"

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Marinette hadn't even taken her class yet, and already she was generating some interest. Several of her classmates had told her how cool it was that she was taking the course, and Rose had announced that she wanted to take it, too. Even Adrien had come up and told her that it wasn't something that he had thought of before, but he was definitely interested in the idea of learning first aid and being able to help out if something happened.

"You're definitely our class's Everyday Ladybug," he added with a grin. "Always looking for ways to help. I don't think anyone else had even thought of getting certified before, but I know there's more people than just me who are thinking about taking the class now. I'm really interested in hearing what all you learn about!"

Of course, before she could tell Adrien what she learned, Marinette actually had to take the class first. While she had been thinking about it for a while now, she hadn't done that much digging yet- she hadn't had the time- and what she was finding…

Well, it looked like it might be difficult to manage.

The classes that Marinette was seeing were all pretty long. Like, hours and hours and hours. It would be all too easy for an akuma attack to come up during that time, and then she would have to step away and then she wouldn't get her certification. Or an akuma would strike before the class could start, and she would be late and then not be able to take the class, and there would go that fee down the drain, with nothing to show for it.

"There have to be options for people who can't make a ton of space in their schedule," Tikki said as Marinette groaned, face-down on her desk. "I mean, people who work nights or have long shifts or whatever."

"You would think so, but I'm not seeing anything." Already, visions of not being able to fulfill her Heroes Day good dead for the second year in a row were dancing before her eyes, and she slumped further. She shouldn't have added that bit about asking about hosting a class at the school, because now people were going to ask and make sure that she followed up on it. If she hadn't, they would gradually forget, just as everybody else's Heroes Day good deeds were forgotten by the next day. "I'm going to have to take a whole-day class over a weekend or a holiday and just hope for the best."

Above her head, Tikki was still inspecting the screen. "One second- Marinette, can I have the mouse? I want to check something."

Obediently, Marinette's hand slid off of the mouse, giving it over to her kwami. As Tikki swooped down on it, Marinette raised her head up a couple centimeters to watch. Tikki scrolled up, up, up to the top of the page, then clicked on a button labeled course format. Immediately, three options popped up: in-person, online, and combo. She clicked.

"It says that fully online doesn't really give full certification," Tikki reported after a second. "But the combo online and in-person does, and-" she clicked on the option, then waited for the page to finish loading- "the in-person section of the combo is only an hour long."

Marinette straightened immediately. "Really?"

"Really! That shouldn't be too hard to manage!"

Re-energized, Marinette started checking the dates that Tikki had pulled up. Some she couldn't do- she already missed enough school with akuma attacks, she didn't need to skip on purpose- but others were during her lunch break or after school or on weekends, each only an hour long.

And- even better!- there was a note on each of the class listings that she was looking at, recognizing that sometimes people couldn't get to their scheduled class due to akuma attacks and if that happened, to just call the Paris office's number to reschedule the in-class section without having to repay.

Perfect.

"Give yourself plenty of time to do the online section!" Tikki reminded Marinette as she continued scrolling through the times and dates, completely eager and reenergized. "You have class and projects and outings with your friends and superhero-ing to do already, and you're going to need to take notes as you go for your presentation to the class."

"Right." Marinette scanned the list again, mentally striking some of the options out. If she went too soon, she would have to rush through the online section. If she waited too long… well, Chloe would no doubt make a Big Deal out of it, claiming that she was trying to back out of her good deed for the second year in the row.

Which was unfair, really- Chloe's good deed was always something dumb that any normal person would do automatically, like 'not insulting others'. It never involved any effort or extra time on her part. And Marinette had tried the previous year, she really had, but…

Well, even the best intentions didn't always work out.

"Maybe I can do just over two weeks out," Marinette decided. "There's one over lunch break that has lots of spaces, and it doesn't cost nearly as much as some of the others. I'll ask Maman to sign me up for it later."

"That sounds good!" Tikki agreed. "Just over two weeks gives you three weekends. As long as you don't over-commit yourself, you should be fine!"

"Well, you know me," Marinette said with a laugh. "I like overcommitting myself. It's not a busy time of the year in classes, at least. That helps."

"Good!" Tikki spun in a circle, then flew down to perch on Marinette's shoulder. "Okay, so now that that's sorted out- do you want to start on your homework, on start making up a slideshow for your presentation? You could put some stats on the first slide or two as a lead-in!"

"Homework, I think," Marinette said with a laugh. "That has a deadline, and the PowerPoint doesn't. But that's a good suggestion, Tikki! Thanks!"

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In a stroke of good luck, Marinette finished up the online section of the course with plenty of time and there were no akumas in sight as she headed into the building where her course was. She had a no-nonsense notepad tucked into her bag with all of her notes from the online portion and a whole array of pens and pencils, plus a couple index cards with her contact information in case the instructor thought that running a course at the collège would be possible (one to hand over, two extras in case the first one got misplaced). Marinette was ready for this.

Marinette was not ready to see Adrien Agreste already sitting in one of the seats around the table, his own notebook already in hand.

"Hi, Marinette!" Adrien said happily, lighting up when he saw her. He patted the seat next to himself in invitation, and Marinette sat, unable to resist. "I hope you don't mind me copying your Heroes Day idea. I just thought it was a really, really good idea and then you mentioned when you were going and that this type of class format lets you do a lot of the work ahead of time and how you could reschedule if there was an akuma attack and I don't get out to do this sort of thing often so I thought it would be less intimidating if I did it with a friend, so here I am," he finished, sounding a bit out of breath and more than a little anxious.

Marinette smiled at him. She couldn't deny that having a friend here made things less intimidating for her, too. "That's fine! It is nice to have a familiar face here. And maybe it'll help our cause when I ask about if they could do a class at the collège, if it's not just one of us."

Adrien grinned, relaxing at once. "Okay! I thought that maybe I should have asked you first, but I had already signed up and everything and I couldn't figure out the cancellation stuff."

"No, no, it's fine!"

It didn't take long for their instructor to show up, checking each of them off and making sure that they had completed their online section. Then she started, and Marinette had to hunker down and focus, taking a few notes as review before they moved to the back to practice some of the skills.

As they moved, Adrien stuck close to Marinette's side, anxiously hovering as the instructor pulled out the CPR dummies and demonstrated what they were meant to be doing. Once she had finished a few cycles, she stood back up and told them to partner up and sit down by a dummy.

"Partners?" Adrien asked hopefully, tapping on Marinette's shoulder. Marinette nodded, catching his arm as she moved forward to claim one of the dummies. Their instructor headed around, handing out little kits to each of them.

"This has a practice breathing mask," she told them as she handed one bag to Adrien and another to Marinette. "Don't use them on a real person, they wouldn't provide the protection that a proper one-way one would."

"I'm not gonna lie, when I signed up I was worried that we might be practicing the mouth-to-mouth on each other," Adrien admitted, leaning over so he was speaking directly in Marinette's ear. "And I got an embarrassingly long way into the online section before I realized that there was no way we would be doing that."

Marinette giggled. "Yeah, I think we would have a really hard time getting our classmates to go if they had to do mouth-to-mouth on each other. There's cooties, you know."

The pouty stink-eye that Adrien sent her made Marinette muffle another round of giggles.

With Adrien there to talk to, the class flew by in a flash. Marinette made sure to take plenty of notes, even though a lot of it was information that they had already covered online. She did take particular note, though, of a couple phone apps that she could download that would help her remember what to do in case of an emergency.

Another thing that might help make the class seem more approachable to others. If people had any worries that they might not be able to remember well enough to help out in an emergency, that should help.

"I'm glad I took this," Adrien told Marinette as the class came to a close and everybody started packing up. "It's well worth the price. Are we going to talk to the instructor now?"

"Yeah, once people have cleared away a bit." Marinette glanced around the room. There were several people lingering near the instructor, clearly wanting to ask for clarification about one thing or another. "Because my question will probably take longer than most of the others, and it's not about what we learned in class." She looked at the slowly dwindling line of stragglers, then at the clock, and winced. "Hopefully we'll still have time to eat. I didn't ask Mom if she could make anything for me, since I wasn't sure when I would be getting back."

Adrien perked up. "I was planning on going to a little cafe nearby after this. Want to come with? My treat!"

"Sure!"

"Well, it's nice to see young faces here," their instructor said, coming up to them once the last of the line had left, waving as they went. "We don't see young people often. Did you guys have a question for me?"

"I do," Marinette said, hopping up at once and hoping that she didn't look too flustered. She was Ladybug. She could do this. "I signed up for this class as my good deed for Heroes Day, and there was a lot of interest in it in my class. I'll be doing a presentation during class to try to drum up interest again, and I was wondering if there would be some way to set up a session at the school so that more of my classmates could learn, too."

Their instructor surveyed the two of them, looking a little doubtful. "Well…"

"I'm one of her classmates," Adrien spoke up, getting up as well. "And there really is a lot of interest. I decided to come outside of class, too, and it was all because Marinette brought up the idea. And I know some of our classmates are a little intimidated by the idea of signing up on their own, but they are interested in learning how to be able to respond in an emergency."

"I mean, they could coordinate to come out as a group." Their instructor didn't look entirely convinced. "They might need to schedule for a bit out, since otherwise classes tend to only have a small handful of openings."

"Part of the concern is transportation, I think," Marinette said quickly, even as her gut sank. She had so hoped that this would go off smoothly, but it was starting to look like that was misplaced hope. "It seems like all of the classes that we could get to during lunch break or after school are over here, and it's clear across the city from our school. We're all collège students, so we rely on public transportation. If we miss the bus over because class went late or we couldn't get to the bus stop on time or the bus was late, we don't have other options."

"I'll run the idea past my supervisor," their instructor finally promised. "I'll see what he thinks. Do you have contact information for, ah, your teacher? Or principal?"

"I have my contact info," Marinette said immediately, feeling a little nettled. "I'm class president, I can pass on information to my teacher."

"She's the best class president I've ever seen," Adrien said loyally, and Marinette resisted the urge to blush. He was just trying to back her up, she shouldn't read too far into it. "She's the one who came up with the idea, too."

Their instructor sighed. "All right. If a session at your school is feasible, he'll email."

"Thank you," Marinette said quickly, hoping she didn't sound too let down. She pulled out one of her prepared cards. "This is my email."

Several minutes later, she and Adrien were headed out of the building. Marinette couldn't help the dejected drag to her step. She had so hoped to come back to class today with a strong "maybe" at the very least, ideally a 'yes'. Instead, they got a very doubtful 'maybe'.

"I thought she was being pretty rude," Adrien told Marinette as they headed down the street. "I mean, they want more people certified, right? And I'm sure Mr. Damocles could get a grant to pay for people who are interested to get certified but they can't pay. It's just that this isn't a very convenient location."

"It's really not," Marinette agreed. "I had to rush to get here, because the bus was late." That was a half-lie, actually- she had had to transform and finish the trek as Ladybug, because the midday traffic in Paris had slowed the bus to a crawl. But even though it would have made her points a lot stronger, she couldn't just go and say that. "And the one after school would have the same problem, I bet. And there are weekend options, but people have stuff going on."

Adrien nodded. "Right. And it looked like those sessions fill up first, too, so people could have trouble getting in with their friends." He snagged her arm, tugging her towards a small cafe. "Is Greek okay?"

Marinette managed a bright smile for him. "That sounds fantastic."

It didn't take long for the two of them to order their food and get settled on stools at a counter by the window. By the time they received their food, Marinette was starting to come up with a new plan of attack.

Getting a class set up at the school had never been a given, she had known that. But there was so much interest that she couldn't just not do anything to encourage her classmates to follow through with the training. So maybe they could set their sights on a class that was a ways out- during the summer, maybe- and try to organize so that no one would be going on their own. She knew from experience that sometimes all someone needed was another person to walk them through something- in this case, the sign-up process- to do something like this, so she could still help. She was about to say as much when a blinking light caught her eye. Marinette glanced at her phone just out of habit, then did a double-take when she caught sight of the email she had received. In a sudden scramble, she set her gyro down and dove for her phone again, catching it just as the screen dimmed and opening up the email.

"What is it?" Adrien asked, craning his neck to try to see. "Mari?"

"I got an email from the first aid people!" Marinette said excitedly, pushing her phone over so Adrien could read it, too. "And look!"

Dear Ms. Dupain-Cheng,

Our CPR/AED/First Aid instructor Linda Ricky mentioned your inquiry about having a session at your collège so that more students could get their certification and be ready to respond in case of an emergency. We would certainly be interested in setting up such a session, as we want to get the younger generation involved in our training efforts. We can offer a mixed-format course at a reduced rate for students. Before we set anything up, I would like to know how many students would be interested so that we know if we would need more than one session set up. We can go with either the full CPR/AED/First Aid course or just First Aid depending on interest.

Thank you for joining us and I hope to hear from you soon!

"Oh, they're super interested," Adrien said with a laugh, pushing Marinette's phone back to her. "Good job, Marinette. So what's the next step?"

"Well, I need to get back to them by this evening at the latest," Marinette said, already starting to brainstorm. "Thanking them and trying to get a timeline set up for when I'll get back to them. I need to talk to Ms. Bustier and see when there's time for my presentation. It's mostly ready, I think, I just need to polish it up. And then I need to make sign-up sheets, and those will be up for probably a week. And if we want students from other classes to know about it, that'll probably take more presentations or fliers or something."

Adrien let out a low whistle. "That's a lot. If I can help out with anything, Marinette, just let me know." He grinned. "After all, even an Everyday Ladybug can probably use an Everyday Chat Noir to help out."

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Much to Marinette's relief, getting things all lined up for her presentation wasn't anywhere as much work as she had worried. With Adrien's help, she got things polished up and ready to go within a couple days. Ms. Bustier shifted a few things around so that Marinette could so her presentation, and that all went smoothly.

"Before they arrange anything, we need to know who would actually be interested," Marinette told the class at the end of the presentation. "So I have a sign-up sheet that I'll be posting on the whiteboard here, and then I have fliers, too- these were Adrien's idea, so we can get other classes interested, too." Marinette waved one of the aforementioned fliers. She had taken a fairly standard flier for the course and modified it, making it clear that they were hoping to have an opportunity to have the course at the school and where interested parties should sign up. She had also tacked on a FAQ with information answering the questions that she and Adrien had thought up. "I'm hoping to get one in as many classrooms as possible. Obviously there might be some classes here who are too young to take the class yet, so we don't need to get those classrooms, but I'm hoping to make sure that everyone who's old enough to take the class at least knows about the opportunity."

"I can pass those around in the teacher's lounge, Marinette," Ms. Bustier said at once. "That was a very nice presentation, and I hope all of you at least give this opportunity some consideration. It's very possible that none of you will ever need to use any of the skills that you learn during the class, but it's wonderful if you're prepared! It really can save a life."

Marinette beamed as her classmates clapped, unable to resist the urge to duck her head bashfully as she hung up the sign-up sheet and headed back to her seat. Adrien offered her a high-five and she complied with a grin.

"Can we sign up now?" Alya asked at once, sticking her hand up in the air. "Or do we have to wait until the end of class?"

"Well, if you want to sign up now while I set up our lesson for today, you're certainly welcome to," Ms. Bustier told her. "If you need some time to think about it-"

She was cut off as easily half of the class got up, rushing to the front with pencils in hand to sign up. Others were clearly still considering the option. Marinette couldn't hide her grin as she watched. She had suspected that there would be a lot of interested people in her class, just based off of the response after she mentioned it the first time. But this was incredible.

Maybe only Ladybug and Chat Noir could end akuma fights, but with so many students trained to help out others- maybe, just maybe, they could help make the battles just a little bit safer.

#Miraculous Ladybug #My writing #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrien you ain't slick

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sspaz1000 · 4 years

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By the end of two weeks, y’all are going to be like she’s super bored.

So to sum up my county in PA is in shut down mode. If restaurants stay open it’s going to be drive through only or just something like curbside pick up.

The grocery stores are still batshit nuts, and we have to venture out again tomorrow to get more stuff, and possibly appease the inner baker in me because I made some kick ass banana bread tonight, and I feel like I’m going to want more...

But also my ramblings are kind of going to be accountability to see what I do.

Day 1: March 13

-Watch DVR

-Watched some more episodes of Destination Truth. My Josh Gates “obsession” hasn’t waned since Oct, lol

-Walk around the yard (we had some trees removed this week so we were looking around)

-Worked on the Ryan Dowd homeless training. (Apparently it’s supposed to be life changing for librarians, but in all honesty most of it was just common sense) and finished it for my continuing ed credits.

-Been working on Duolingo Working on the Spanish course. Doing OK, but seriously the accents in words are going to be my demise.

-Watched an artist I like do an Instagram Live show since their gigs have been canceled. It was nice.

Day 2: March 14th

-Worked on clearing some clothes out of my playroom/workroom closet (rest of the closet is tomorrow)

-Drove my car around because I was about 5 miles from hitting the magical 100k miles. Now my car just needs to behave for the next year.

-Watched a few more episodes of Destination Truth. (I’ve got about 11 more to go. But Expedition Unknown is on tonight so shockingly what am I watching?)

-Read the graphic novel/manga Metropolis

-Baked said kick ass banana bread

-Worked on Duolingo

-Purchased an online CPR cert course from Groupon so I could take an online exam to be recertified because my cert ran out a while ago. (Also pretty sure this can count as continuing ed.)

So yeah, while I’m an introvert, I’m finding this tough because I like to be alone when I decide I want to be alone. I don’t like being forced to be alone, but when I know so many high-risk people and to a degree because I’ve got a history of kidney stones, I fall into a higher risk, I’m staying put.

Well tomorrow I think I’m heading back into work and taking a shit ton more books home and hope I can edit all the records. :)

#social distancing #will I lose my mind #how many levels of candy crush will I conquer #how many books will i read #I have 19 out from the library I read one #after i finish destination truth what will I watch next?#I lie after I catch up on Picard what will I watch next?#am i rambling now?#yes yes i am

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exhale-bs · 6 years

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Fuck man!

So we are still waiting for insurance to finish paying on the car. It’s been almost a month and a half so nice the crash now. We can’t get another car loan while that one is still open and they took the rental back the day after Christmas. Now we are stuck with only one car and this SUCKS! I have to find someone to pick the kids up from school every day (charter school, no buses) Heather has to run me back and forth on the weekends and days like today...

Today I have to recertify for CPR and first aid. The training is at 1 so I had to catch a ride into town with the kids and am stuck here all day!! Then the ride I have scheduled for them will pick me up too when I’m done.

THIS SUCKS!!

I think I’m gonna walk across town and pay for a day at the gym so that at least I’m not just walking around freaking Siler City, NC in the cold rain.

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OMG thank you! I'm very interested in labor and delivery! How long have you been working in L&D? and what did you do after you graduated high school, like the steps you took? I looked at my local CC and local universities and you have to pass a test to be "allowed" to continue in the nursing field but I'm just nervous you know?? And what about classes you took? Im sure u have to take the basic nursing courses. Did you take any like ob/gyn related courses? sorry for all the questions!

HI! I don’t mind all the questions, keep them coming if you have more - I’m always around :). I’ll hit my 2 years in L&D this february. I kinda jumped around when I was getting my nursing degree. I started off at a state school and did two years there. I finished a lot of generals and a few nursing focused classes…but I hated the school and wasn’t taking any of too serious. I had good grades..a’s and b’s but it probably wasn’t going to be enough to get me into that school’s nursing programs since theirs was super competitive and had a lot of people applying for it. Sooo..I moved back home, took a year off, got my CNA license, worked a little bit, and then found a little school closer to home to apply to. The test you’re referring to isn’t bad at allllll. I was really nervous for it but it went just fine. Since it was kind of a broad topic test I didnt really study for it and it still was okay, so you’ll do just fine I’m sure!! Its just general questions too..nothing directly related to nursing stuff. I don’t think I’ve talked to anyone who had any issues with it :) If you do bad (you won’t) you can always retake it and the second time around you’ll be more prepared & know what to expect. As far as classes…the school will set you on a route with the exact classes you need to take to graduate. You’ll start with the broader ones like anatomy & physiology..microbiology..stuff like that and then get more into the nursing classes as you go. It’s rough because if you’re at a larger school…it’s competitive so you need really good grades..and/or if you’re at a smaller school like mine they’ll make you get certain percents on tests and in classes otherwise you get kicked out. If I remember correctly we had couldn’t get anything lower than a B or B- (i forget) in a class. It sounds very intimidating and it gets super stressful but you just have to take it all one exam at a time and you’ll do ok. People/advisors/tutors/teachers/other students are always there to help you as well so if you start struggling you can definitely reach for help! As far as like specializing in an area..you don’t really do that in nursing school..you just take all the required classes, take your boards, and then are a nurse. Then when you go off into your job that’s where you get the specialization requirements that you need. For example, every two years I have to get recertified (just a day or two worth of classroom stuff - not a full blown course) in CPR, neonatal recusation, and pediatric advanced life support…but I didn’t have to take extra nursing classes to get into my job….and my workplace set it all up for me to take those classes after I got hired, I didn’t have to obtain them beforehand (other places might be different though). During school everyone takes classes that focus on certain areas..I had a maternity class, mental health, pediatrics, etc. ..stuff like that…so you’ll graduate with a pretty basic knowledge of those areas. Most of my learning came from working. You go through a long orientation process when you get hired where you’re paired with an experienced nurse and just follow them around and work under them until you’re ready to be off on your own. The amount I learned in probably a months worth of orientation was wayy more than I learned in my OB class! Also I have my associates degree, not my bachelors..but when you graduate, both degrees end up with their RN. From what I’ve heard bachelor degrees add more classes focused on management to it (?) so you won’t be missing out on any core nursing classes if you go for your associates. My only warning with that is that a lot of hospitals are moving towards only hiring those with bachelors because it makes their facility look better (i.e. magnet status). So when you graduate with zero experience and an associates it may be a little harder getting a job…but it’s still a fine route to take…and there’s pretty much no difference in pay at all between an associates degree and bachelors either since an RN is an RN. So that’s something to think about if money/debt for schooling is a concern. Best advice would be to go into the schools you’re interested in and sit down with a counselor and they will tell you the exact steps you need to take and what to expect with their program!! They’ll be the most helpful because sometimes it’s hard figuring it all out on your own. Good luck my dearrrr!

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wrebeccawrites · 5 years

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The Missing Six Months

Here’s a quick one-shot about Grizz and Sam getting closer during the six months when we don’t see them:

Sam’s afternoon was going perfectly fine until someone whapped the back of his head with a CPR manual. He turned his body around in the old floral print Lay-Z Boy he currently occupied to flip off his assailant.

“Come to the hospital with me,” Grizz signed as he spoke, dropping the manual onto the floor. Over the past few weeks, he had picked up enough ASL to impress Sam. The two of them dedicated a few hours a day after work to sit in the living room and go over phrases. Most of the time they ended up traveling way off course talking about their favorite movies and acting them out. Both of the boys were deeply disappointed that they would never see the newest Avengers film. However, Sam was convinced Grizz’s rendition of the plot was better than anything the Russo Brothers could produce. Watching him improvise entire fight sequences while attempting to sign the dialogue made for a glorious mess. Any phrase he didn’t know, he tried to spell out.

Now he looked very eager to get out of the house. Both of his hands were stuffed into his front pockets as he rocked on the balls of his feet. It made the little bun on top of his head bounce.

Sam smiled, “Why are you going to the hospital?”

Grizz held his hand out, pulling him up, as he replied, “It’s an adventure.”

Sam rolled his eyes as got off the chair. It would take them at least 30 minutes to walk to there. Allie had taken the car that morning. But he did need some fresh air and it looked like Grizz needed to blow of some steam. They made their way to the hall closet and Grizz grabbed both of their coats. He shrugged on his own then held out Sam’s.

“I can put my own coat on, dumb ass,” Sam told him as his stuffed both his arms into it. Grizz let go of the jacket and patted him on the back, “Don’t shit on my kind gestures. Let’s go!”

As they walked into the fresh fall day, Sam pulled out his phone and texted Becca going on some errands, be home soon. Need anything while I’m out? She texted back, Thank God you’re out of the house, I can finally masturbate. Which made him chuckle at his phone.

Grizz bumped his arm, “What are you laughing at?”

“Becca is happy I’m out of the house,” he looked at Grizz’s questioning eyes and continued, “She can finally masturbate.”

“Oh, um, that’s kind of private, right?”

“Everyone has needs. And you have to admit it’s been pretty difficult to,” then Sam signed flicking the bean and continued, “While everyone is living together.”

Grizz scrunched up his nose and agreed. Sharing a room with Gordie and Eric had been fine, at first. They spent most of their time out of the room, really only using it for sleep. Grizz missed his bed. He used to keep his favorite books tucked under the pillows so he could read before he fell asleep. Now, he has to roll out his back every morning from sleeping on the floor with no space to stretch out. His books remained on the living room shelves where he could pull them out at the end of the day and read them to anyone who would listen. And by anyone, he meant Sam. Sam was always there, cuddled under a blanket, listening to whichever play or novel he chose for the night. Occasionally Bean would join. Allie pretended to hate it, but she came every night with a mug of tea for everyone.

It became a really wholesome nighttime ritual. He thought about a few nights previously, when he was reading August Strindberg’s Miss Julie. At first, the girls protested the blatant misogyny. Then Grizz started reading the scene when Jean is whispering his secret desire to Julie. Everyone quieted down as he said those lines, leaning in and growing hot. Grizz got lost in it. He knew how to deliver like Jean’s words were the only thing keeping him breathing. When he was done with the scene and Jean successfully brings Julie into his bed, he paused and looked around. Allie was looking down at her socked feet, blushing. Gordie had his eyebrow raised at him while Bean smushed her lips together. And Sam looked him right in the eye, lips slightly parted, waiting for him to go on.

“You’re right. There are definitely moments when I wish I had my own room,” Grizz told him. They looked at each other before Sam huffed in agreement. It drove Grizz a little crazy when he did that. Like he could read his thoughts somehow. They spent the rest of the walk chit chatting about the weather growing colder and how hard the various job postings were. When they arrived at the hospital, Grizz was shocked to find the doors unlocked.

“What, did you think they would have maximum security to keep sick people out?” Sam poked fun at him.

“No, no. But there’s, like, super expensive equipment in here. And drugs and stuff,” he said this earnestly, which only made Sam laugh harder. They went inside. Grizz went straight to the counter and started sifting through lists. He skimmed every page, trying to find what he was looking for. Sam stood nearby, clueless to the boy’s quest. After a couple minutes, he became utterly bored.

“What is the point of this adventure, Grizz?” Sam asked. Grizz loved when Sam said his name. It took him a moment to refocus on the task at hand.

“I am trying to figure out where they keep the CPR dummies,” he answered.

“You could have told me that. Let me help you look,” Sam came behind the counter. The two of them barely fit. As they looked, their hands would stumble over each other. Sam let their arms press together, after a while. Grizz didn’t pull away. Together, they found a hospital map and guessed, “training bay” was their best bet. The hospital was a little creepy. It still smelled like a sterile and sickly place without any humanity to soften the edges. They flicked on lights as they walked down the mint green halls. Their florescent glow made the boys skin look grey and unhealthy. Their boots stuck to the ground enough to create a sticky suction noise with every step. Neither of them said anything until they got to the training bay.

They looked in horror at the room full of humanoid dummies. At least ten were scattered about the room, hooked up to IVs or resting next to scalpels. Before Grizz could take another step, Sam grabbed his arm and asked, “Is it just me, or are we about to get murdered by evil doctor right now?”

“I’m definitely getting that vibe,” Grizz said, “I’m afraid I’ll get possessed if I touch one of these things.”

His gaze trailed over every body and asked, “What’s the sign for ‘heebie jeebies.’”

Their chuckles broke the tension.

“Why do you need one?” Sam asked. Grizz knit his eyebrows together and rubbed the back of his neck before he answered.

“I’m trying to learn CPR.”

“Really? I’m surprised you don’t know how to do it. I thought you were some type of boy scout,” Sam signed as he spoke. Grizz didn’t smile at his joke.

“I don’t know how to do it. I know I present as this big survivalist guy but I really don’t know everything. I know a lot, but not everything. It was people assuming that from me that got Emily killed. I didn’t know how to do CPR or get venom out of a snake bite or anything else that would have fucking helped. If I did, she would have been fine,” he had tears in his eyes by the time he was done talking. Sam didn’t know what to say. He never realized how much pressure Grizz was putting on himself to keep their society safe. He could feel the guilt radiating off of him like a poison. He reached and grabbed his upper arms and tilted his head to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, what happened to Emily was not your fault. You can’t carry that around with you, it’s not your burden.”

Grizz wiped his eyes and signed, “I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be better prepared for next time.”

Sam nodded and pulled Grizz into a hug. For a few seconds, they stood in each other’s embrace. Sam’s head laid on his chest. He could hear his breath ease as his need to cry passed. Even though Grizz was a few inches taller than him, he felt like his was holding something very small and fragile. He took a deep breath and released him.

“You know, I could teach you CPR, I got recertified every year so I could charge more when I babysit,” Sam said, breaking the tender moment.

“Yeah right. If I tried those chest compressions on you, I’d break your sternum,” he took a couple steps back from Sam.

“So you think you’re strong enough to break me?”

“I think we both are,” Grizz said as he walked backward toward the dummies. Sam didn’t know what to say. Grizz turned away from him and paroozed his options. He picked up the one sitting lopsided on a chair, “I think this is our guy.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah he looks like a good victim to save.”

Grizz heaved the dummy onto his shoulder and fireman carried him out of the room.

“Let’s get the fuck out of this creepy hospital,” he said.

The boys left and started walking back home. They got halfway there before Allie pulled up next to them. She rolled down the window.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?”

Sam and Grizz exchanged looks before Grizz said, “We are just out here trying to make some new friends, you know?”

“Just get in, I’ll give you a ride home,” she said. Grizz heard the car doors unlock and he piled in the backseat after Sam, tossing the dummy into the truck.

The dummy was christened Ralph and embraced by their household.

#thesociety grizz sam unresolvedtension CPR softgayboys guiltygrizz ijustwantedtoseetheirromanceblossom concernedsam boyfriends

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