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NINA and the magic of VHS ✨📼

I think I just figured out a big part of how NINA works. here's how Brenner is "altering" past events.

something just hit me about this footage that's been staring me in the face this whole time.

before I come to my Big Point, let me establish a few things:

the camera codes don't match

s4 keeps giving us camera POV footage that's labeled per camera. we see codes like CAM 071, CAM 039 and CAM 114.

what's weird about that? nothing, except... here are what the tape labels in the NINA library look like:

alphanumeric codes like CAM B2, CAM A5, CAM TR2. not a single one with just the three-digit numerical codes.

k, put a pin in that.

the NINA library is so spotty

Brenner tells El, "Everything that took place in my lab was captured on video tape. Every success and every failure."

but the dates we saw in that closeup are so sparse. it takes only a dozen tapes to span a month of footage leading up to the massacre (a time period you'd think they'd save every second of):

CAM B6 08-10-79 CAM B5 08-12-79 CAM A2 08-20-79 CAM B5 08-25-79 CAM TR1 09-2-79 CAM RR2 09-4-79 CAM C6 09-6-79 CAM RR1 09-6-79 CAM C4 09-7-79 CAM B5 09-7-79 CAM TR2 09-8-79

no idea what a lot of these camera codes denote, but it's not too hard to guess RR means Rainbow Room.

I can tell you off the top of my head that there are four cameras in the Rainbow Room. and one in each corner of the training rooms, at least one apiece in test rooms, bedrooms, hallways. at least one apiece in observation chambers of test rooms - otherwise the One banishment footage wouldn't exist (is that a bit odd now that I think of it?).

and that's not including the tripod cameras with which are recorded close up footage like plinko and the cat.

so, why so few dates and camera angles?

@lilly-flowerr once kindly calculated an estimate about how many VHS tapes would be produced from 100+ cameras' worth of continuous footage for the duration of the HNL program and the result was in the ballpark of several million.

tbf, Brenner never claimed this was all the footage. so I figured, likely, this library actually just houses a pared-down selection of footage relevant to the massacre.

but the problem with that idea is... consider how when we see El get NINA'd with RR footage: she's being shown four views of the room at once. that's already impossible, based on the selection we see available in the library. there aren't even four RR camera views represented on that shelf, let alone all from the same day.

pin that too.

live feeds vs playback

I thought hey, if those camera POVs had dates and everything on them, why isn't that stuff on El's NINA videos? are they hiding that data to facilitate screwing with her?!??

which, yeah. but here's the One banishment footage that Brenner watches alone. no dates on that either:

so I went to look for other times we've seen lab playback to see if there are ever dates.

Hopper checking out the pipe in season 1; Owens reviewing Will's checkup:

that's actually a plot point on the Hopper one because he decided the lab was lying to him about which night that footage was of - if the tapes showed dates onscreen, that wouldn't have been an issue.

so then I thought, ok, if that data doesn't appear on playback, it must only display on monitors showing live feeds, and that stuff doesn't actually get recorded onto it. right?

well here are some live lab feeds: El and the cat; detained Nancy and Jonathan; scientists watching Will's checkup; Owens directing Bob to safety from demodogs. no dates anywhere.

so... if there's no data on live feeds or on playback.... where ARE those dates on the NINA cameras being displayed? there's no internal viewer on those security cameras, like looking through a camcorder viewfinder, so it's not like it's merely "the camera's view" unseen by any actual entity.

so like... who's seeing that? how are we seeing that?

pin that too. I promise we're getting close.

OSD (on screen display)

quick bit of context for those who didn't grow up with VHS.

in VHS days, your video camera (if you had it configured to do so) would put the date onto your home movies. it wasn't a separate layer you could turn on/off after the fact, like DVD subtitles. if that feature was turned on while you were filming, that date was forever fused onto the footage itself. any time you ever played that tape back, you would see that date. there's no way to get rid of it.

osd however - PLAY PAUSE FFW and all that - those labels aren't fused onto the actual footage. they appear momentarily only as you navigate the tape with your VCR. DVD players do the same thing, you're probably familiar.

you can watch the osd labels appear/disappear as Joyce investigates Will's Halloween tape, while the date stays put.

they give us the live camera view of Bob (which has just the date) vs Joyce playing it back on her VCR later (which has the date and also osd). why the timestamps are different is a whoooooole other post.

so now that we're all on the same page about how dates vs. osd works on VCRs,

I'll bring you to the only time I DID find dates on lab playback:

4x6 when Brenner pops this tape in his VCR.

"who's even seeing those ?" Brenner. yeah, that's not my stunning realization. but look what we see up in the top left corner: osd. PLAY.

so here finally is my point: if PLAY appears on the screen as a result of Brenner hitting play on his VCR....

let me direct your attention to the upper left corner of that other footage:

those camera POV shots all say 🔴REC.

those aren't recordings.

they ARE recordING.

Brenner is taping these past events, live, during NINA.

"how do you explain Little El showing up in some of the camera povs? brainwash her all you want, but she would show up big on a tape being recorded in 1986."

indeed! which is why I'm not going so far as to claim Brenner is recording The Actual Past. what I do believe is that he's recording El's memories of the past, in which she is Little El.

"and how are you gonna say Brenner is able to record El's memories right out of her head with a VCR? yes this is fiction, but VHS technology isn't. c'mon."

it's not actually that far fetched! El canonically has a very similar ability - it's been swept under the rug in comparison to the glamor of telekinesis, not used since season 1, but it's well established:

she not only can hear people remotely, but also relay what only she is hearing via radio/intercom to where others can then hear it.

Brenner was filming this test on a tripod camera, which wouldn't have been affected by the cut in power that happened when El started relaying. so he walked away from this moment with a recording of something only El was able to hear.

which is exactly how NINA works. add video technology, and there ya go. if it didn't already exist in 1983, this scene was Brenner discovering the concept.

onward:

Brenner's tapes aren't the tapes El is being shown.

watch this in 4x7: he inserts this tape, hits play, and then we cut to El in NINA, watching all the monitors flash to life with footage of herself in the infirmary for her bullying concussion.

the implication from the editing is that this particular VHS yields that particular footage for El to watch, but that's a false assumption they want us to make.

first, playing one VHS doesn't result in several screens with different footage rolling all at once. one VHS only holds one camera feed. all NINA's monitors can't be fed by one VCR.

second, "Infirmary" would most likely be abbreviated "I" or "IR". the tape he played said CAM TR2, which could stand for either Training Room or Test Room. El experiences 9/8/79 "memories" of both, so I'm not sure which this would be. regardless, it's not Infirmary.

third, as we've covered before, all the lab footage El is shown inside NINA is devoid of dates and cam codes. that's not characteristic of the tape we saw Brenner play in his VCR.

fourth, as we also covered before, not all the camera angles El's seeing are even represented on that shelf of massacre-month tapes.

so Brenner may indeed have captured everything in his lab on video tape, but the VHS library we and El are shown while he says that? pretty sure that's NOT what these tapes are.

it's implied that he's popping tapes into his VCR at the same time El's off in her memories. but if it's not for the purpose of showing them to her.... what is he doing with his?

"but nat, his finger hit play, not record."

well they're not gonna SHOW us him hitting record or we'd guess!

he's hitting play to get the tape queued up to the right spot to record on, which you gotta do with a VHS or else you could overwrite something important that's already on there.

if Brenner is recording whatever El is seeing, wouldn't that help explain:

the varying appearance of El as both big and little within the camera povs. at this moment, El is big because she's aware she's her current self (she's fully conversing with Brenner). this is definitely not really past footage, because it's not like Little El stood up on a chair and yelled into a camera in 1979. after this point though, she accepts what's going on and submits to the "memories" in which she is little, so she's seeing herself as little, so from then on she appears as Little El on the fresh tapes.

the different camera labeling within NINA and its library of tapes - they need to differentiate between old/real/fake/new camera views.

the sparsity of the VHS library - maybe only key moments need to be overwritten

this camera-yelling moment actually is a potential match for one of the tapes on the shelf. it's Sept 4, 1979, and it's in the Rainbow Room. CAM 071 09/04/79 could be the overwriting of CAM RR2 09-4-79. on the other hand, if that were true I'd expect to also see 09-4-79 training room and hallway footage to match those other povs we saw, and I don't, so idk.

the light circle game is the only NINA footage we ever get to see both live camera POV and playback of (although it's not actually the same moment, the dates and cams are different). the numeric camera code on both of these is part of my support for the numeric camera codes representing new footage.

regarding the date and cam code being different on those two bits of nearly identical footage…. what if I... plugged this into Multiplayer NINA theory real quick and said that maybe CAM 126 is fake-old footage that's been more recently rerecorded in someone else's NINA? that maybe that's what's on all of Brenner's tapes before he records El's new stuff onto them?

so here's my current thinking of how NINA works:

decide how you wish El remembered an event and compile cherrypicked real footage and/or staged footage supporting your version of events.

manipulate and gaslight El so that she doubts the veracity of her own memories.

drug her and throw her in a sensory deprivation tank where your selected footage clockwork-oranges her into "fully re-experiencing" your version of events.

presto! the most powerful person in the world now believes your version of events is true because she genuinely remembers it.

by means of El's electronic relay abilities (induced with a buttload of drugs), these false memories that only El is seeing, inside her mind, are displayed for all to see on monitor in NINA's control room.

pop a plain old tape into a plain old VCR and hit record, capturing whatever's on the monitor.

presto! now you have irrefutable original video footage of a past event that never happened.

now you can show that proof to someone else - the government, the media.... or perhaps more importantly another NINA subject, as an ingredient in your tampering with their memories.

so. I can't prove the ol' MindFucker4000 is also a time machine, not in this post, but I do still feel like there's time stuff involved as well. because I can't think of a way right now to claim that recording someone's manipulated memory of the past actually changes that past, meddles with timelines, etc.

can you? I don't have all the nuts and bolts ironed out, but I welcome your thoughts while mine gel!

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[bronx-bomber87]

Good Evening and Happy Tuesday. Ahhh we’ve reached glorious s4 aka the season where Tim and Lucy emotionally date each other while they’re in relationships without realizing it LOL The amount of emotional intimacy we get in this season is unreal. We get more growth for them both personally and professionally. Also the insane amount of work flirts is crazy but amazing. I love this season so much. Let’s get going with the premiere.

4x01 Life and Death

When we last left our gang Angela was abducted from her wedding. We start the ep out with an intense OP in progress. Tim asking Wade if they have permission to enter? Grey has a flashback to Angela’s original disappearance before he answers. We hear Lucy saying Jackson is gone along with Angela. We end up in Grey’s office with a gruesome video of their abduction.

We watch as Angela is loaded into a van and Jackson is taken as well. It’s then we see Jackson fight back but he is shot and killed immediately. Loaded into the trunk like cargo. It's horrifying to witness tbh. Watching everyone’s reactions is crushing. They’re all in shock at what they’ve just seen. Can’t believe it’s happened. Lucy’s kills me the most. Harper and Tim are shell shocked. Nolan is a statue. Grey looking as devastated as I’ve ever seen him.

What was supposed to be this momentous and happy occasion is anything but. Lucy just lost her best friend in the blink of an eye. Hurts to watch. All of them are stunned into silence. I remember watching the premiere thinking no way they just killed Jackson right? He must be ok....Just wounded..... Unfortunately that is not the case. We lose him to La Fiera’s senseless violence. I rewound the scene to make sure. I was so stunned I couldn't grasp it. Ugh. It's such a heartbreaking way to start the season off.

Grey comes back to the present and confirms Jackson been killed when replying to the Tactical Leader. The leader saying they need more time before they breach. Grey lets him know been 3 hours since Jackson was killed and Angela was taken. He wants his people to go in he can't wait. Tells Tim and the others to breach now. They’re searching the warehouse where they tracked the car that took her. They make it inside and see the car is empty. Lopez’s wedding dress on the ground.

Lucy goes to grab it when Nolan stops her. Says there’s a trip wire and it leads or C4 under the car. They head back out and request the bomb squad. Saying they can’t track the next vehicle till the scene is clear. As they’re leaving Nolan spots the dirt road outside it. Actually has useful information for once saying they took a plane not a car….

We return to Lucy with Nolan at the station. She’s currently beating herself up for not catching that trip wire. You just lost your best friend love. It’s ok to be a little unfocused. Lucy is breaking my damn heart. Anytime she cries it just hurts to watch. Melissa crushing it over here. The way she loses it over talking about Jackson hurts my soul. She’s wearing her medal he gave her too. Killing me softly with the details. I want to hug her but Tim will cover that for me shortly.

She asks if Nolan if he really thinks Lopez is alive? He says yes. Harper and Tim enter asking why he thinks that? They all start theorizing why she took Angela and where. Tim tells them they have to look at it with cop eyes not personal ones. Lucy brings up the baby. How they bonded over motherhood. That psychologically she could see how Angela betrayed that bond when Diego died. The best revenge would be to take her baby..So dark and twisted.

Grey comes in and tells them the DEA isn’t going to help them due to politics. That being the short answer. Really just red tape BS. Their main focus is finding Jackson’s killer which will hopefully give them a beat on Angela. They figure out Jackson scratched his killer as his final act. Knew he was going to die so he took his DNA with him. They’re rushing results to find out who and that he’s hopefully in the system. He went out like a bad ass doing that gotta say.

Grey tells them all to get some rest if they can. I love her letting Nolan pass by her first. Hanging back for Tim. Needing to show her deepest vulnerabilities with him only. Craving his comfort and a deeper convo with her person. Her and Nolan had a surface talk earlier. What she needs is so much more than that right now. So she naturally turns to Tim. Waits for them to be alone before spilling her emotional guts completely.

First off let me say I love the height difference shot here. Feel like we haven’t had a significant one in a hot minute. I’ll always love the tall/smol between them. Gives me ship tinglies in a way I can not put into words. Hehe Also what seems like intentional distance between them during this scene. Because we know what’s coming in their next one. Zero space between them.

Lucy confiding in Tim how she can’t go back to her apt right now. To his empty room...it’s far too much for her at the moment. Tim instantly offers up his place to her. Saying she shouldn’t have to. No hesitation whatsoever offering up solace with him. That part of himself he can’t explain with her taking the wheel in this moment. All he knows is she’s hurting and he wants to help her hurt less. It’s an innate reaction of his to protect her emotionally. Even when he doesn’t understand it. It’s that instinct that drives this decision.

Lucy being Lucy doesn’t want to impose on him. Even when she’s intensely grieving she’s thinking of others. Thing is she is anything but an imposition to Tim. Never has been never will be. He reinforces his offer telling her she shouldn’t be alone right now. Tim isn't taking no for an answer. He see's she is hurting and vulnerable so he wants to protect that. Protect her.

No way he was he going to relax or get sleep of any kind knowing how upset she was. Lucy caves and accepts his sweet offer. Too tired and emotionally drained to fight him any further on it. Tells him Thanks and Tim is brief in his reply. 'Yeah.' Just wanting to get her out of the station to decompress. Get her away from anything that will remind her of Jackson right now.

Next is the moment that is burned into all of our memories. So many facets of this moment to dissect. It’s glorious. Tim being chivalrous takes the couch. Or tries to at least. Lucy won’t allow it at all. Tim says he can’t let a guest sleep on the couch. They battle a little and Lucy wins. (Cause Wifey usually wins ha) Tim gets up and you can tell he wants to do more for her. Erase her pain or comfort her more. He just isn't sure how...

He asks her if she needs anything? Lucy almost replicating her reply in 2x12 about time travel. Tim once again wishing he had the ability to reverse time for her. If he could engineer a time machine just to take her hurt away it would be built already. No doubt in my mind he would move heaven and earth to make that happen. Instead he replies he unfortunately doesn’t have that power. So Lucy asks for something he most definitely can give. A hug. Love her being this vulnerable and asking him for what she really needs.

Then comes this beautifully intimate hug. It’s the way he pulls her in as she’s falling apart. She is clinging to Tim like he’s the only thing that will keep her together. (Good shot of that ring too..pretty sure that’s intentional) How she folds into arms effortlessly and buries herself in his chest. Like she was always meant to fit there. A puzzle piece fitting perfectly into place.

How gently he cradles her head. So delicate with his hand. It's so tender and affectionate. Encasing her in his arms fully. Space is not a word they know in this moment. It's like he’s trying to shield her from her pain by enveloping her completely. Strokes her hair in a very intimate manner. While she is clinging to him for dear life. Their chemistry is explosive in just the hug alone. I'm getting overwhelmed with feels just writing about this. The way he pulls away is very telling. It’s not just an instant break from their hug.

Tim lingers in his proximity to her. You can see it in the 4th gif above. Running his hands down her arms very slowly. Like he’s trying to extend his time touching her. Waiting to the very last inch to let go. Even when he runs out of real estate he gives her a little affectionate squeeze. Lucy isn’t adding to their distance either. Her head still very close to his chest when they part ways from this hug. She looks like she isn't ready for it to end. Her body still instinctively leaning toward his.

Tim still hasn’t stopped touching her yet. Look at that first gif. He’s still rubbing her other arm as he gazes down at her. The vulnerable way Lucy is looking up at him. *oh my lord* Still leaning into his touch. Into him. The intense shared glances they have here is electric. Lightning in a bottle chemistry goodness is what this is. I remember first time I watched this I felt like my skin was tingling with excitement. Couldn’t believe they were staring at each other like this. How they looked liked they could possibly kiss. I held my breath.

It’s that magnetic pull of theirs. They’re drawn to one another in general. This is the first time they’ve been this close to each other. Probably since the 2x11 moment where he cradled her. But this is much much different. Tim is the one to break it off before they lean into each other any further. I think he knows what will happen if he doesn’t stop this. Tim being the honorable man he is won’t take advantage of her in this state.

I also think this is Tim's ‘Uh Oh’ moment with Lucy. Man isn’t aware of his feelings just yet (ain’t even close to being ready for that) but he is VERY aware of his attraction in this moment. He can't fight the fact he is attracted to Lucy anymore. That much is obvious with this entire hug and his touches. He just showed his hand to her. One he had so tightly guarded to his chest for so long. So he cuts it off before it can develop into something more. Is the one with more self control by telling her good night. Lucy's face after he’s walked away looks like she just had an epiphany. Like ‘Oh shit I’m in love with Tim Bradford..’ Melissa’s face says it all for me.

It falls in line with the she fell first he fell harder scenario. It’s then we see them both trying to come down from their emotional high. The adrenaline of being that close to one another. What almost happened. This moment reminds me of one of my all time fav Caskett moments. Castle watches Beckett go to her hotel room after a similar almost kissed moment. He stares at the closed door and you see Beckett fighting with herself on the other side. Debating to open the door. By the time she gets the guts to open it Castle is long gone into his room.

The way they both stare in the others direction with intense longing. *heart damn clutch* Tim can’t get settled and neither can Lucy. Both trying to process the intense moment they just had. She looks like she’s having an internal battle with herself above. We say Lucy breaks Tim brain a lot and she does. But in this moment Tim has broken her's and she is having an internal struggle after they part.

Now Lucy is the one who decides to go for it. Can’t take sitting in her thoughts any longer. Stares at his bedroom door and gets up. She instantly retreats when she hears him come back into the room. Scurrying back to the couch so Tim doesn’t know what her plans were. Tim telling her Wesley knows where Angela is. The mood shifting completely.

Makes you wonder what her plans were had Tim not gotten that call. Was she going to knock on his door? Just give him a look and they would give into their emotions? I mean she must’ve had a plan of some sort. Possibly relying on that silent communication of theirs to say everything for her? The UST in this moment is off the charts. It’s the first time either of them are truly aware of the sexual tension between them. It really hit Lucy hard with her wanting to act on it.

I’ll always be happy with the way they got together. I adore the canon version. Them getting together in this moment would’ve been very messy. But I adore the tease we got to start the season for them. Was a very promising sign. I remember thinking damn this season gonna be amazing. It felt like it was their pre-get together season. And it was exactly that. Also I'll never be over the fact she’s in his clothes and wearing them damn well might I add. I am dead this scene so so good haha

Everyone arrives at Tim’s place for next steps. Also is no one going to question why Lucy is already there? No? ok...LOL This is totally normal. What I love most about this next section is how in-sync they are. Just a matching power couple in black. Also cross armed Tim mmm my fav. Sexy forearm time look at those puppies. Mm love to lick those like a lollipop. Yum. Also the intense amount of heart eyes Lucy is throwing him in this scene. Girl you have an audience put those away LMAO Clearly has not come down from her hug high. If Tim looked her way in that moment he would've been speechless with their intensity.

Wesley is telling them Angela is at a compound in Guatemala. That he’s going to get her back but he needs some help. Everyone jumps in and Grey stops them. Saying only people truly qualified for this is Harper and Tim. (Why Nolan gets to be apart of their OP based on that logic idk LOL) Nolan does bring up the good point about Max from 2x14. The counterfeiting case they had where they let his team go in exchange for their killer.

Tim explaining to Grey his unit runs covert operations all over the world. He could get them in undetected. He owes them for not putting his sins on blast. He would give them tactical support on the ground as well. Lucy is gonna hang back with Grey per his decision to help on Jackson’s murder case. While Nolan will fold in with Tim and Nyla to contact Max and get their mission going.

They land and their original plan doesn’t pan out. It was to get in covertly through the blueprints Nolan steals. Unfortunately Plan A is squashed due their covert entrance having a steel gate installed. Covering up the only weak spot for the house making the blueprints useless. Tim also brings up if they’ve added this gate who knows what else they’ve added inside? Says they have to go to Plan B which Nolan and Harper bitch to him about lol

Tim is the ONLY ONE with military experience. He knows how to quickly adapt in a hostile environment especially when a plan goes to shit. Even though its super risky it's their best option. Nolan I expect the whining from. Harper should appreciate this since she was a UC. Yeah its not ideal but bitching at him doesn't make it better. It's only ok when Lucy does it haha

I do love this scene above so much it’s underrated IMO. Lucy telling him she doesn’t like Plan B is too funny. He looks so damn exasperated by her dislike of the plan. Harper and Nolan turning around is too funny I have to say. Like we told you she wouldn’t like this plan....When really it’s just her worry coming through in spades. Her person is in potential danger and she doesn’t get to have his back. Lucy is very far away and her worry is very evident. The secondary plan puts him in more danger. Danger she can't control that from another country. So she is a little anxious. Poor thing.

Side note before we delve into the moment above. Military Tim is a flavor I like very much. Look at him. How does this man make such an ordinary outfit sexy as hell? He’s wearing the hell out of that t-shirt Ovary explosion on-top of his sexy biceps popping out of it. *fans self* Also its not shown here but his belt hanging over the edge of his pants. Wish I could've fit more gifs of Military Tim. I'm bummed I could not haha (shakes fist at tumblr's gif limit) Anyways It’s like he wants me to implode from the thirst trap that he is. Plus the 5’clock shadow lining that sexy jawline. Have mercy.

Anyways another underrated moment in this episode is Lucy telling him to be careful. It’s such a loaded moment. Look at the way she is anxiously shifting around. You can see Lucy is bouncing her knees up and down trying to get her nerves out. She not even close to processing losing Jackson right now. She can’t fathom losing her person too. Lucy needs to let him know to be careful and she’s worried. That she cares. Lucy is so very stressed for Tim. It's driving her insane she doesn’t have his back in this moment.

If Harper wasn’t there I’m sure his answer would’ve been a little different. More sincere and soft. Since Harper is Tim is doing his macho confidence thing to keep her from worrying instead. Tim is also confident in this plan even if it’s more complicated. More shock and awe. As he says. Sending Angela into pre-mature labor then intercepting her at the hospital with the antidote. Which they do pretty flawlessly. Angela dispatching of La Fiera while pregnant was pretty damn bad ass before getting away. Also I love them all pulling a gun on Max to pick up Wesley/Nolan HA Wesley and Angela's reunion in the helicopter is super sweet I love them ❤️

Fast forwarding 3 months to her having the baby, them all healing a bit more after Jackson’s death was a good call. Angela and Wes arrive home to a welcome home party. Lucy could not be cuter with her excitement over her baby basket. She made her all these organic and homeopathic cookies. Once Lucy departs Harper tells her not eat the cookies LMFAO But it was something positive for Lucy to focus on. It made her happy to assemble it for Angela. So sweet.

The episode ends with Angela talking to Jackson’s gravestone. Ugh my heart. Her updating him on everything. Saying she hopes by the time her leave is over she can face the station without him there. Killing me Angela. I love them naming their kid after him. Gut punch to the feels. Ep starts with a gut punch and ends with one. Hell of a start to an incredible season.

Side notes- non chenford

I love when Grey says he’s feeling biblical about losing Jackson. We all were Wade. So upsetting…

The intro of Elijah. He’s a solid baddie I enjoy his SL with Wesley. The things we do for those we love. Actor is solid af cause I hate him so much haha doing his job well.

Also in that post hug scene I love that Tim has a photo of Kojo on his bedside table I love this man sfm.

It is very kind of Grey to remind Nolan he’s done as a rookie. Everyone in the room is happy he’s a P2. He’s a putz but a somewhat likable one haha

I love the portion with Grey and Lucy. They got a hit on the DNA. They’re riding together to get this little shit. Lucy is still rattled and Wade tries to help her get past it. What’s great is he starts out as the one telling her she has to be professional, do her job everyone is depending on her too.

Especially Jackson’s family. Then he has a crisis of conscious right before he arrests him. His speech to that kid hurts to listen to. ‘A young man so full of life. Hurts my soul to think of him in that dark room on that cold table’ oof.

I will give it to Nolan him saving Wesley was pretty awesome. That’s his one compliment this season from me haha

Thank you as always to this incredible fandom, you amazing supporters who like, comment and reblog. Means everything. Shall see you all in 4x02 :)

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[macgyvermedical]

Okay I'm a whump fan and nursing student, and this seems like a dumb question but I cannot find information fucking anywhere. How do spinal fractures/nerve damage only paralyze the skeletal muscles and not cause organs to stop working? Is there a specific type of injury or point in the spine that's the dividing line between death and paraplegia? Also, is there anything that works in reverse? Either a smaller injury or medication to the spine or nerves. The area being numb or not and skeletal muscle control don't matter as long as the organs and nervous system communication required for life are stopped

The short answer is that it is very common to have some level of organ dysfunction after a spinal injury. Some vital organs just don't need the brain to tell them what to do to be effective, or rely on other signals, such as hormones or the vagus nerve to transmit those signals instead of the spinal nerves.

For example:

The heart needs signals from the vagus nerve, but that exits the skull at a different place than the spinal column, so it is usually unaffected in a spinal injury.

The kidneys and liver are mostly controlled via hormones.

The stomach gets some nerve supply from the vagus nerve, but some from the T6-T9 area of the spine. The stomach may be weakened if a spinal cord injury is higher than T6.

The rest of the gastrointestinal tract and bladder is affected by just about any spinal injury, though whether this is an inability to pass stool or stooling without meaning to depends on where the injury is.

Lungs/diaphragm are controlled at the level of C8 and above, causing difficulty or weakness in breathing.

Spinal cord injuries come in 2 main types: Complete and incomplete.

Complete spinal cord injuries mean generally that the spinal cord has been severed and most or all signals have been stopped. This is usually a loss of sensation, muscle control, and possibly a problem with smooth muscle tissue like that in veins and arteries (causing low blood pressure).

Incomplete means the spinal cord has been torn or otherwise injured but some nerves can still send signals to areas below the site of injury. Incomplete is more of a choose your own adventure writing-wise, since it might mean there is movement but no sensation, sensation but no movement, some organ dysfunction, or a combination.

Having a vertebra break doesn't necessarily mean the spinal cord will be injured, but it does mean it is more likely.

The following are common consequences of complete or near-complete spinal cord injuries:

C1-C4: "neck down" paralysis, difficulty breathing on own, difficulty urinating or defecating on own, difficulty speaking. trouble with maintaining blood pressure.

C5-C6: "Shoulder down" paralysis. Weak breathing but able to breathe and speak on own, difficulty urinating and defecating. Trouble with maintaining blood pressure. Can raise arms and bend elbows, difficulty moving hands and wrists.

C7-C8: "Armpit down" paralysis. Potentially weak breathing, able to use arms and hands, sometimes able to drive an adapted vehicle, may be able to transfer from bed to wheelchair, trouble maintaining blood pressure, bowel or bladder must be managed with catheter, medications, etc..

T1-T5: "Belly down" paralysis. Breathing is intact, but may not be able to hold themselves up due to weakness of back and abdominal muscles. Trouble maintaining blood pressure. Bowel or bladder must be managed with catheter, medications, etc..

T6-T12: "Pelvis down" paralysis. Can probably hold themselves up in a wheelchair, may walk with braces or walking frame, bowel or bladder must be managed with catheter, medications, etc..

L1-L5: "Buttock down" paralysis. May have difficulties with bowel and bladder that can be managed with incontinence supplies, may be able to walk with braces or walking frame, may have some specific movements in legs.

S1-S4: "Buttock down" weakness. Difficulties with controlling bowel and bladder that can be managed with incontinence supplies, probably able to walk with braces. Depending on level of injury may have some leg movements but not others.

#whump reference #writing reference #spinal cord injuries #spines

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MAG 113 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting apples again!

MARTIN: "So, you actually met vampire Trevor then?" Trevor Herbert plays quite a role in Jon an Martin's relationship. First that little dispute whether he's dead or not, which led Martin to reveal his forged CV and, so I think, brought them a bit closer. Now they're chatting about him. And in S5 there will be quite a moment again...

MARTIN:"Ugh, ooh… Is that the one Trevor…?" JON: "Yes." And they also talked more than just "I met Trevor Herbert" it seems, Jon already told him Trevor got rid of a Stranger thing.

More of Gertrude's no-eyes-policy, except for Gerry of course!

JON: [Exhales] "It’s just a notebook. I think… um…" [MARTIN SIGHS IN RELIEF] MARTIN: "What’s in it?" JON: "Not sure, er… Names, locations, dates. I’ll, I’ll check properly later. Doesn’t look like it’s to do with the Unknowing, I don’t think." Do we actually ever get back to the content of that notebook? I can't remember...

MARTIN: "I mean… it wasn’t actually paranoia, though, was it? Because, they were out to get you." Thank you for being the voice of reason, Martin!

MELANIE: "Wasn’t a great time back here, either." God, the way Melanie immediately shuts their conversation down.

MELANIE:"I don’t need your apology. Or your pity." JON: "Of course. ... Of course." This is already a foretaste for Jon of what's to come in S4.

Martin touching everything is so funny. And then that little fight he has with Jon about it and their simultaneous, annoyed "What?", like they rather would have continued bickering! That is something I love about them because you can tell they don't mean it in a hostile way. They already did that wonderfully in MAG 39, and they weren't even planned to get canon back then.

I think this scene is a wonderful example of demonstrating in an audio medium what their surroundings look like and what items they are looking at, by somehow talking about it. Is happens so casually in conversation. And the way they talk about the C4 also creates a bit of build-up.

JON: "I just – I mean – I forgot!" MELANIE: [Indignant & furious] "You forgot?!" MARTIN: [Screeching] "Turn it off!" JON: "I am! Just give me a second –" MELANIE: [Clenched teeth] "Turn it off!" I know (and I also thought this before) that there is the question whether that first "Turn it off" was also Melanie. But go back and listen closely (5:56). It actually is Alex/Martin screeching. You can very well recognize it in the "turn" of the line.

"It’s not like I sleep enough to worry about dreams." Another build-up for that dreams thing. Though it's a bit odd since this is a written statement. With Jon it's very clear it has only been live statements which create that effect.

"I was pursuing my researches into the new emergence I mentioned earlier. I know you are dismissive of the possibility, but if I’m right, the sudden urgency of these “immediate dangers” you are so focused on could very well be a direct result." Extinction foreshadowing!

"I wonder if… death is the same way? No clear dividing line, just… gone, only to realise after it’s happened, except for the fact that there isn’t an after. Is that a comforting thought or a terrifying one?" Aw fuck, thoughts like this always get me... Because I've had them is the very same way before. It has been a while since the last bit like this in a statement. (I think last time it was MAG 78? The other times MAG 70 & 72.)

"I don’t know if my little ‘theoretical’ is strong enough yet to start taking avatars" It is quite a convenient little coincidence there, that Dekker also uses the term "Avatar" for people who can channel a Fear through their body and mind^^ I mean, since it's something Georgie just threw into Jon's brainstorming about a suitable description.

"It’s hard to scream with a breathing tube in you" [surgery/anesthesia/intubation content warning for this bullet point] I mean, I haven't tried to scream and I think the general anesthetics still did a good job numbing me, but being aware of being intubated wasn't so bad. I once woke up still in the operating room (surgery was luckily already over!) and gave the tubus a good bite, asking myself "what the hell is that thing in my mouth- oooh, the tube!" The machine recognizes when you start breathing on your own, so I wasn't force-ventilated. But I guess - and this is total speculation - you wouldn't be able to scream because all the air goes through the tube and therefore can't bring your vocal cords to vibrate.

"The nurse I talked to hadn’t been there, but he had apparently had some sort of near-death experience, and had been describing awful visions to those attending him, muttering obliquely about “terrible things” he’d had to do to return, and prices that would need to be paid." Sounds similar to that one in MAG 155, but still not quite...

"As you know, I am not by any means a Hunter, and if Justin Gough was as far gone as he appeared, it was likely he was no longer human enough for me to remove him without the aid of one." Interesting lore there. Some, who serve the Fears, can only be destroyed by a Hunter. That’s gonna be important for S5...

Dreams kinda seem to be an End thing though, since Oliver Banks describes his quirks also to be dreams. Do dreams come up in other instances or just the End and the Eye?

JON: "I’m not too concerned, to be honest, my dreams are, uh… well, let’s just say I don’t think they’re going to be letting anyone else in any time soon." How can he be so sure of that? He already knows what they are and how they work I suppose...

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#sherlock #poll

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This might be a lot so feel feee to ignore. All the A for Alex, all the C for Cíara, k for Katie 😈. And I’m also interested in S and I. But please please please only do as much as you want. I’m happy with anything!

OKAY HERE WE GO .

A1. She's very good at creative and artistic things. She learned to play the piano really fast when she was a kid. When she grew up she learned how to crochet watching tutorials on Youtube. Its something that comes very easy for her. Also she reads really fast. She loves reading since she's a kid. She had to stick with a Kindle when she started to travel with Dan because she couldn't carry that many books. She doesn't read Spencer Reid level of fast, but she is fast.

A2. The only thing she ever did besides school was piano classes and horse riding. Her mom sent her because it was "acceptable". She stopped with both around 10 or so, but went back on it in 2022.

A3. She ended up being really good at reading people. Really really good. It took her long, but then it was very helpful.

A4. She's not good at trusting people and open up to them. Dan was the biggest exception of her life. Then she's not good at all with sports of any kind. Good at Go karts yes, but that's it.

A5. Organizing stuff and masking. She’s really good at hiding how she feels and putting on the everything is ok face. Then she's incredibly good at her job. The boys had no idea how survived all their lives without Em around.

C1. We're answering this in another anon with a pic lol

C2. On her side curled into Dan with her arm over him, her head on his chest, and one of her legs over his. That or Dan sleeping all over her.

C3. Chill, quiet day. Reading or watching tv or curled up with Dan and she doesn’t need to move. Extra points if it's raining outside. A nap in the middle of the day its good too. Her favourite days on the farm are her and Dan on the porch swing or deck chair when it’s raining, so that's it.

C4. Homemade food makes her happy. She doesn't need a fancy restaurant. Give her a dinner at home with family or friends and she's a happy girl. The simpliest the food the happiest she is. Grace cooking? Em's happy.

C5. Dan. On the top of her list. A hug from him and it feels like the world is a better place. Then its Blake, Grace and Charlie.

K1. She never thought about it, but there was moments of "Maybe if I never existed". She was absolutely sure she was gonna die for being heartbroken while she was in Liverpool and she was sadly at peace with it. It’s was totally passive. She wasn’t going to do anything to kill herself. But if a car came speeding at her she wouldn’t jump out of the way. At least that way she would stop suffering.

K2. Oh absolutely yes. During 2022.

K3. Without blinking. She would go for Br*wn's head without thinking twice.

K4. Nearly everyone who ever met her. Her family and friends would be destroyed, but Dan? He could never come back from that. Ever. It would kill him.

K5. In 2021/2022? Br*wn. And then maybe her own parents.

I1. Bi-curious but never kissed a girl. Never had the chance.

I2. She always knew if a nice lady asked her out she would have tried. She’s always thought “I like them I think.”, but never had the chance.

I3. Not really, she's happy as she is. Maybe a tiny bit as a kid but it was more she wanted the freedom boys got than to actually be a boy.

I4. Her parents would make a scandal. They would have sent her to conversion therapy. Dan would be more than okay with it, same with his family and their friends. As long as she's happy is all good.

I5. She never really did. She and Dan have conversations where they both say they find men and women hot, but she doesn’t really come out. She doesn't have the need to do it.

S1. Absolutely yes. She always had to look after herself, so she didn't really have another option.

S2. Yes, without a doubt.

S3. Nop, never. She doesn't do that at all. She totally runs from them.

S4. Nothing ever happened to her in the streets but that’s because she’s introverted and street smart. And paranoid as hell.

S5. She’s super cautious when she’s out. Even before Dan her keys were between her fingers while walking home, just to be sure.

#katie tag

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Opposite Ends 

Chapter Six - A Deal, Harsh Words & A Mistake

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Seven is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 6.8 K Word Count.

Chapter warnings | Drug use, swearing

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | As always, if you've read the entire chapter then thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you also for being patient with me while I worked on getting this chapter out, I wanted to fine tweak it a bit, we are only a couple of chapters away now before picking up the S4 story line so stay tuned 🙂 take care Sunflowers 🌻 P. x

Y/N | November 1985

Eddie Munson had singularly, completely thwarted my carefully prepared plan to survive senior year. 

Well, he’d disrupted it enough to throw off my whole routine anyway. I hadn’t intended to be spending my free Friday nights huddled in the shadows in Hawkins Highs drama room, tuning out the screams of delight and exclaims of surprise emitting from the table in the centre of the room as I skimmed through class textbooks, quickly losing interest and flipping back to which ever fantasy novel I had stowed away in my bag. But true to my word, I had escorted Dustin and his friends to each Hellfire meeting, stubbornly standing by my distrusting opinion of Eddie. No one argued against my presence, well not to my face anyway. All of the members collectively agreeing that my place was on the sidelines due to my absismal performance playing DnD, I had held no argument to that decision, more than happy to oblige and blend into the dusty props that adorned the sides of the room, almost becoming one myself.

Whenever the dungeon master’s gruff voice broke through the bubble of absorption in my own little corner, I would look up to watch him. Wondering how I ever only saw anger and hatred in this boy before. He was so full of life and light and happiness, a stark contrast to the dark vulgarity of my corrupted soul. We were each other’s opposites, both of us branded with complete contradictory reputations that neither of us earned or deserved. 

A few weeks into following our usual agenda, it had dawned on me. As I fiddled with the charm on my necklace, running it up and down the chain, that I had seriously misjudged Edward Munson. He was rough around the edges sure, as most of us were –well we weren’t all drug dealers, but we definitely had our own demons. But he was good. Pure. 

Hellfire meetings hadn’t become the only place I paid attention Eddie. I had watched in the cafeteria during lunch as he valiantly ran to the defence of some loner freshman to shield him from Jason and his cronies, putting himself in the firing line instead. Or when some stuck-up Cheerleader bumped into him in the hallway, sending her books flying. He had bent down automatically to gather her belongings and hand them back to her, a tentative smile on his face despite that fact that she had joined in on the mocking of Eddie ‘the freak’ more times than I could count. I had watched from the other side of the corridor as his fingers brushed hers, slamming my locker shut and storming off. 

I began to see who Eddie really was when he thought no one was watching. He was too kind for his own good, and every time I watched some air headed jock slam into his shoulders as they crossed paths, or heard the word freak muttered around me, my anger grew. 

But he wasn’t my friend, and I wasn’t his. The defending words that built in up in my throat begging to spring forth, never spurned from my lips when I was a witness to his torture. 

At the end of the school year, I would be going off to college and Eddie would be -wherever he planned on ending up. Only if he managed to army crawl his way from a D in Mrs O’Donnell’s class though. The thought of offering to help tutor Eddie had briefly flashed in my mind, now having my own personal stake in the success of his graduation. If he didn’t leave this town when I did, he would be spending another year of school with my unaccompanied brother and his friends, the presence of Dustin’s overbearing sister no longer around to protect them. I wasn’t quite sure what I was shielding them from anymore, since the worry of Eddie exposing me had long since passed with time. But the deeply ingrained urge to keep them safe was still there, a lot of it probably caused from the events of Starcourt. 

But tutoring Eddie meant I would be spending even more time with him. Alone time. My breathing had sped up as I pictured us huddled in the dark library, sitting close as he scooted closer to pay attention, his buoyant curls bouncing as he pretended to understand what I would be trying to teach him.  An unfamiliar heat had spread through my body as I imagined what it would be like to be unaccompanied with him, the distractions of Hellfire and Jason and Mr Mundy miles away from us. We would finally be able to talk about what had passed between us in my bedroom and at Family video. I could force him to offer up an explanation for both, but with a bundle of nerves turning over in my stomach – I realised he could ask the same of me. With the offer of helping him pass senior year positively squished, the dangers of being too close to him running rampant in my mind, I did the next best thing I could think off. In Calculus, the only class we shared, I would slide my paper to the edge of my desk to show him the answers and Eddie would flash me a dazzling smile in return to say thank you, creating swirling butterflies in my stomach. 

I wasn’t quite sure when it happened, the feelings of detestation towards him quietly slipping away, his kind smiles chipping away at the walls I held up against Eddie. But when I didn’t see him walk through the door of Mr Mundy’s classroom as the teacher handed out tests’ papers, the next morning after Hellfire, concern twisted in the pit of my stomach. Wondering what had hindered him from being on time for the exam, I was halfway raised out of my seat to go check behind the gym where he smoked to find him, before I realised what I was doing. My cheeks reddened as I shot back into my chair, confusion clouding my head as I mulled over my actions and their motive behind them. 

I had begun to care about Edward Munson. 

“Come onnnnn.” I yelled, banging on Dustin’s door. Unbelievable, I thought. It was ironic how our positions had traded. “We’re going to be late.” I walked back to my room further down the hall, swiping my keys off my freshly cleared desk and picking up my shoes. 

“Relax.” He called through the door; his voice quietened through the thick wood of the frame. I met him in the hall as he wrenched his door open, wearing old pyjamas and his curls a mess from wearing his hat all day. His mussed sheets on his bed leaving contoured shapes of his body, evidently, he had just been lying on it. 

“Eddie’s still out sick, so there’s no Hellfire meeting tonight.” He raised his eyebrows and grabbed the door frame, leaning towards me as he pursed his lips. My shoulders sagged unintentionally, his words sending disappointment to wash over me. My keys jingled as they slipped through my fingers and hit the floor, I bent down clumsily to grab them, quickly hiding my face in my hair as colour pooled in my cheeks, not wanting Dustin to misread my reaction. 

“Oh.” I murmured as I stood back up to face him. He wiggled his eyebrows questioningly at me, waiting for a response with more emotion. I puffed air out of the corner of my mouth as I stuttered over my words. 

“Okay then… I’ll just… head out with some friends, I guess.” I chewed the inside of my cheeks as I tried to move from the spot in the carpet I was frozen motionless to. The slight excitement quickly fleeing from my body and leaving a resolute emptiness in its wake. Dustin flashed me an uncertain grin. 

“Thought you’d be happier to get your Friday nights back y/n.” He snapped me out of my thoughts. 

“No, no I am. I just… yeah, I am. I’ll go see Steve and robin.” I said adamantly, half convincing myself, not as eager at the prospect of seeing my friends as I would normally be.  

“Yeah well, tell that to your face.” Dustin remarked, nodding to my downtrodden expression. “Oh, I doubt Steve’s free by the way, unless the doofus already managed to screw it up. Apparently, he has another hot date.” I shrugged as I turned on my heels back to my room to change into something more ‘going out’ appropriate. 

“I’ll visit Max then; I haven’t had the chance to catch up with her in a while.” My face burned as my ulterior motive chocked me. Even though he was supposedly sick, if I went to the trailer park, I might catch a glimpse of Eddie. Just to make sure he was truly unwell and not just faking it to get out of exams at school. He was graduating this year one way or another, so help me. 

Dustin tossed his hair and slipped back into his bedroom, only to hastily pop his head back into the hallway. “Tell Max I say hi, oh Y/n, can you pick me something up to eat while you’re out?” He winked, clicked his tongue twice and threw a ‘finger gun’ my way. 

“Sure.” I called back, heading to my dresser and ripping open messily cluttered draws, searching for my favourite pair of flared jeans. 

Ten minutes later I was burrowing down in my car idling in the driveway, waiting for the engine to warm up. I pulled my new sweater tighter around me as the oncoming winter air snuck through the air vents. Tossing and turning over the choice between driving to Robins or to the trailer park. A berating headache started to pound from behind my eyes, making me reach for the radio to turn up the music, my favourite tape already geared up to play. But as the music swelled in the car it didn’t help numb the pain away as it usually had the past few weeks. I turned it off completely after a few moments of frustration. 

In the thick silence closing in around me it was harder to ignore my thoughts. I couldn’t deny that I was irritated that I wouldn’t be attending Hellfire tonight. But that was only because it disrupted my usual routine, and I liked structure and order. 

I wasn’t upset for any other reason, there wasn’t any.  

I snaped my visor up in annoyance as the blatant lie scrawled its way across my face, obvious to even my own eyes. Sighing in defeat I slid the gear box into reverse and rumbled down the driveway, turning left down the road, speeding off to the smarter – safer – choice.

Eddie had returned to school that following Monday, adorning his usual swagger and unique style. Seeing him had sent a fresh wave of air into my lungs, like I had been holding my breath and he had been the relief I was looking for. I buried myself in my locker as he passed me in the hallway, not wanting him to see how his presence affected me. His woodsy scent washed over me like a warm blanket as he strolled by, and after being sure he far away enough to not catch me gawking, I looked up just in time to see his bushy mane of brown curls disappear around the corner. He was wearing the same red flannel from the night I caught him in my room, the memory stirring an immoral feeling in my abdomen. 

The sight of him reminded me of the now nearly empty baggie in my side table draw. Eddie had been right, once I reverted back to my usual intake and not continued to overdo it to the point that I had been hallucinating movie characters coming to life at Family Video, his weed had lasted me a while. But I was coming up to needing a refill and now seemed as good a time as any to see him. My thoughts turned over as I contemplated where to approach him, Hellfire was a no brainer for obvious reasons, and getting caught doing a drug deal on school grounds wasn’t going to play out well for either of us. 

As the second bell rung, I quickly ripped the corner of a page from the note book I was holding, leaning it up against my locker as I scribbled out a request. I slung my bag higher up on my shoulder and made a beeline for Eddie’s locker, shoving the note through the open slats. I hurriedly looked around the now almost deserted hallway to make sure no one seen me and jogged off in the opposite direction to my next class, a lump of nerves forming in my throat. 

Eddie | November 1985

The gravel under my feet crunched as I made my way across the school field, leaving the loud chorus of voices in the gym behind me. Grateful that I had worn both my leather jacket and vest over my shirt, as the looming winter air bit at my exposed skin. I had a pretty damn good idea about who left the note in my locker, there weren’t many people with handwriting as neat as that and would ask me to meet them. Still, I was always prepared for the worst, and if this was a trick from Jason and his bumbling band of morons, I had my handy pocketknife that my father had left me, safely stowed away in the lining of my vest. 

The note didn’t specify where to meet, but everyone knew the clearing where a weathered picnic table sat, even if no one went out there anymore. I used my hands to catapult myself over the chain link fence at the end of the field, heading towards the familiar break in the tree line that gave way to a treaded path. As soon as I was emersed in the towering greenery, my body automatically relaxed, the clumps of trees blocking out the light and whipping wind. Animal life scuttered away from my heavy footfalls as my shoes  crunched dead leaves strewn across the trail. 

I faltered as I reached the end of the track, peeking through the swaying branches into the clearing. Y/n was seated on the bench alone, fiddling with her necklace again as she shook both of her knees impatiently, awaiting my arrival. An eager grin plastered itself on my face as I strolled over to her position, the grass in the meadow silenced my footsteps. Y/n spun around suddenly as I approached her, a slight shriek escaping her lips as she almost knocked into me. I reached out to grab her upper arms to steady her, dropping them back to my sides instantly before a look of disgust could come over her at the thought of being touched by Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. 

“Woah hey hey hey. Sorry” I chuckled, holding my hands up to show y/n I meant no harm. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” My smile slowly faded from my face as I looked her up and down. Y/n’s breathing was heavy, and she was slightly shaking. 

“You okay?” Concern filled my question. She looked back over her shoulder at a cluster of trees, tears brimming in her eyes. 

“Ye- yeah.” She muttered, pulling her thin sweater around her. My eyes trailed across her exposed collar bones as it tightened across her chest. I averted my eyes out of respect and brushed past her, slamming my metal lunch box onto the table in front of us, gesturing for her to retake a seat across from me. I shrugged out of my jacket and tossed it onto the tabletop, swinging my legs over the bench one at a time. 

“There’s uh, nothing to worry about okay.” Her eyes were glued to the empty space ahead of her as I spoke, refusing to look at me. “Nobody ever comes out here.” I pressed on with no luck. I snapped open the lid of the lunchbox and she swivelled her head around at the sound to meet my eyes. An appealing blush crept up her cheeks as she held my gaze, both of us refusing to look away. 

“We’re safe.” I smirked at her, y/n’s stare fell to her hands in her lap as she cocked any eyebrow, apparently not believing me. 

“I promise.” I said honestly, wanting her to look back up so I could read the thoughts brewing behind her pretty eyes. They fluttered up through her long eyelashes to glance at me briefly before letting them fall back down. She took a deep breath to steady herself and straightened her posture to face me. 

“So how is this going to work with you exactly?” She asked, leaning forward to place her elbows on the table, folding her head in her hands. I cupped my hands around my own arms and moved away from her sudden closeness. I didn’t know if I imagined it, but I thought I saw a brief flicker of disappointment flash across her features. 

‘Ahh, just how it was with Reefer Rick.” I shrugged my shoulders, glancing around. “No cash, no receipts. Except, just better-looking company of course.” I looked back at her with a mischievous smile, wanting to stoke her out of her apparent black mood. 

She matched my wide smile with a small one of her own. “Okay, I can live with that.” Her light laughed twinkled across the clearing, causing birds in nearby treetops to take flight as the sound disrupted them. 

“You know,” she continued, averting her gaze to trace the outline of the tattoo of my bats on my arm. “You’re not what I thought you’d be like.” Her tone made it clear that she hadn’t developed that opinion of me in the last five minutes.

“Mean and scary?” I teased, wrapping a piece of hair around my fingers, thinking back to each moment I had caught her staring at me in Hellfire meetings. 

“Yeah.” She breathed, biting down on her lower lip as her gazed turned back to mine. The sight knotted my stomach in an uncomfortable way, I twisted my rings to distract myself. 

“Yeah, well, I actually kinda thought that you’d be mean and scary too.” I nodded, placing my chin in my hands to match her. Surprise flashed in her eyes like she was astounded anyone could have had that opinion of her. 

“Me?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes at me, her face falling in seriousness. 

“Terrifying.” I provoked her jokingly, a sweet smile lighting up her face at my playfulness.  A comfortable silence fell around us as she clasped her hands together, “Like I told you, flattery works with me so, twenty-five percent discount for the half. You’re robbing me blind here y/n.” I tossed the bag in between us. 

She pulled more than enough cash from her pocket and dopped onto the table next to the bag, but still didn’t respond for a minute, I wondered if she’d heard me correctly. I cocked my head to the side to get a better look at her face. Maybe she wasn’t used to her dealers being so friendly, after all she had been picking up from Reefer Rick. I chided myself for getting too comfortable. Even with that realisation in place, the words couldn’t help themselves as they tumbled from my mouth. 

“You know, we knew each other before High School.” I told her as I tapped my fingers against the wooden table. Her eyes shot up to see if I was serious. 

“Really?” She asked disbelievingly, staring into my face like she was searching for something. 

“You don’t remember?” I gasped, pretending to be hurt by the fact. She started to apologise uncertainty before I cut her off. I wasn’t surprised, girls like y/n didn’t look twice at guys like me. 

Pretending to stab myself through the heart, I shot backwards from the table. Sprawling through the autumn leaves as they latched themselves into my knotty hair. 

“I wouldn’t remember me either y/n.” I bellowed as I swiped dirt and leaves off my shirt.  “Honestly – do I have stuff in my hair?” I turned back to her to see y/n doubling over in laughter. “You don’t remember me?” I repeated, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“I’m sorry.” She spluttered out between bursts of laughter, her face darkening as she struggled to breathe. 

“Middle school – talent show.” I reminded her gently, waiting to see if she would click onto it. She shook her head slightly, pursing her lips faintly as she tried to remember. “You were doing this cheer thing.” I poorly imitated shaking fake pom poms in the air causing a small giggle to burst through her lips. “It was pretty cool actually , and I was with my band-“

“Corroded Coffin!” She interrupted me, pushing her hands against her face. I clapped my hands and spun in a circle. 

“Good girl, you do remember.” Our eyes briefly met as an uneasy feeling stirred in my stomach at the expression on her face.

“Of course, with a name like that how could I forget.” She palmed the side of her brow, tossing her head in disbelief. 

“I don’t know, you’re a freak.” I laughed as I lightly beat my fists into a tree, I cut my words short as I noticed she fell silent again. I turned slowly to face her, worried about what I might find. But she just smiled at me endearingly and opened her mouth like she wanted to say something. 

She gasped as her hands flew up to her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She held a finger up to stop me when I went to see if she was okay, rubbing circles along her temples. I hummed a soft tune to fill the awkward silence, waiting until she moved her hands and smiled up at me.

“I noticed that you haven’t been doing the Cheer thing lately y/n...” I asked her the open-ended question, seeing if she would allow herself to let me see a little into her private life. Her expression became guarded like she was waiting for me to deliver bad news. When I didn’t say anything, she answered me.

“Yeah uh, Jason – especially Jason.” She drawled out his name, dripping it in venom and making me curious about the story behind it. “-and his crew, the other cheerleaders… they aren’t good people.” She looked at me suddenly with guilt in her eyes, leaning forward on her toes, her doe eyes pouring into my face as she waited for my response. 

I shrugged and expelled an uncomfortable laugh, avoiding her gaze, not wanting to see the pathetic sympathy I knew was layered in her iris’s. “Yeah well, they are jerks I guess, but they’re amongst my best customers – so, can’t hate them too much.” I waited for her to join in on my laughter, but it wasn’t forth coming. 

“Are you kidding me?” She spat, I whirled back to her, surprised at her angry tone. Examining her face for enlightenment to explain her outraged reaction. Last I checked, I was the one being tormented by the whole basketball team, and she was the one cheering for them. 

“What?” I asked innocently, she stared daggers at me as she clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into the milky flesh of her palms. It took her a moment to formulate the words. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Why the hell do you sell to them, after everything they’ve done to you – everything they continue to put you through, and you help them out? What the fuck is wrong with you Munson?” Her venomous words contorted her face in an ugly way, she didn’t suit the rage colouring it now. Without realising it, over the past few weeks her angry mask had slipped a bit, letting the y/n I saw in the family photo shine through. That moment of vulnerability was gone now as she shoved herself away from the table.

“You’re mad at me?” I scoffed scathingly, raising my eyebrows tactlessly. “You’re seriously mad at me? You have no idea what you’re talking about y/n. We don’t all live perfect lives and have mommy and daddy pay for everything.” 

My words burned falsely on the way out, I didn’t know the circumstances surrounding her father except that he wasn’t around, but in the heat of the moment I didn’t care. 

“We can’t all have our whole damn life planned out for us and never have to worry about a damn thing. Some of us need to work our own way up in the world y/n. If that means I have to sell to a couple of loser addicts y/n, then so be it. You don’t know a damn thing about me.” I shouted my words straight at her, the pain flashing across her face sending a double-edged sword of pleasure and regret through me. The remaining birds in the trees flew off screeching as my yell echoed around us. My chest heaved as my breathing deepened, trying to calm myself so I could apologise for my last jab of lumping her into the same category as the basketball team. But as fresh tears welled in her eyes, she snatched her bag from the ground and stormed off away from me, ignoring me as I called out after her. 

My gaze fell to the bag of weed left behind on the table, humiliation washing over me as silence fell once more in the beautiful meadow, the angry words we hurtled at each other rang in my ears over and over. As I closed my eyes, the image of y/n’s hurt face burned behind my eyelids.

 Y/N | November 1985 

I barely made it out of the cluster of trees and back to the school field before the hot tears fell down my cheeks, blurring my vision and causing me to trip on some uneven ground. Deciding it would be better for everyone involved, as blind rage simmered beneath the surface of my fragile pretence, I headed straight to the school carpark, choosing to skip out on the rest of the day’s classes. Mike and Lucas would just have to piggyback Max and Dustin home on their bikes. I was in no condition to drive myself, letting alone having their lives in my hands as well. 

It was all too much, the blistering headache insistently pounding behind my eyes mixed with the frustration of the day had sent me over the edge. Seeing that Eddie cared less about being bullied than I did for him was excruciatingly infuriating. He deserved better, and the fact that he shrugged off Jason’s taunts like it was nothing was more than I could handle. And, I thought derisively as I slid into the stuffy front seat of my unlocked car, to top it all off - I was practically out of weed, my refill sitting on top of the picnic table in the clearing I had just stormed out off. 

I drove home manically, in a rush to suffocate my relentless thoughts, glad there were no police patrol cars hovering around. I was halfway through my front door before I groaned, remembering that I was also supposed to drive Robin home. Our Friday night hangout had turned into a full-blown weekend long sleepover, I’d decided that I needed 24-hour supervision to keep me from doing something stupid, although those efforts were worthless as I’d still managed to embarrass myself today. Robin had been happy to oblige without needing to hear the whole story. It was one of the traits I valued most about her, having my back one hundred percent of the time against problems I hadn’t confided in her yet. I’d practically moved half my stuff in over the few days I was at hers, I had planned to retrieve everything after dropping her home today. 

I gave up on the thought of heading back as I was in no mood to get in my car and fight the school traffic, I made a mental note to call Steve and ask him to drive her home for me. Stomping straight to my room my mom called out to me, wondering why on earth I was home so early. I slammed my door behind me and locked it quickly, ignoring her questions as she followed me down the hallway. For the first time in months, I was able to cross my floor without watching my step – most of my clothes that usually cluttered it were now decorating the floor at Robin’s house. I let my bag slip off my shoulder and ripped open the draw of my side table. I perched on the edge of my bed as I quickly chopped up the remaining nug in the baggie, pushing my room window as far as it would go to let some fresh air in, eagerly awaiting the soon promised guaranteed bliss as I rolled up. The painful memories of the day nipping at my heart, begging to be subdued. 

Stupid, this is so stupid. My high was starting to wear off as I drove in the smothering darkness towards the trailer park, my nerves hiking up with each mile that brought me closer to my destination. In the warm light of my bedroom, swooning in the smoke and smell of weed, driving to Eddie’s this late at night had seemed like a perfectly fine idea. Even though the joint had done its job of washing away my embarrassment over what happened in the woods, it hadn’t done as nearly an effective job of stifling my headache completely. With each pound that returned to beat on my skull, I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the night without assistance. 

After my outburst I didn’t think Eddie would look at me at school again, nor would I probably be welcome back at any Hellfire meetings anytime soon. I panicked as I imagined his reaction to me turning up at his doorstep this late at night, and alone. The slight drops of rain that had dampened my shoulders as I ran to my parked car in my driveway at home, had turned into a constant down pour, causing me to slow my driving so I didn’t miss the turn off. 

I flicked off my headlights as I noticed Max’s trailer still had their porch light on, not wanting to draw their attention. Parked in front of the weathered trailer across from Max’s, was Eddie’s van. I let my Ford crawl to a stop just behind it, killing the engine as soon as I slid it into park. I wasn’t worried about running into any nosey parents, I vaguely remembered Dustin mentioning an uncle that Eddie lived with that worked nights at the plant. I was, however, apprehensive about someone being a witness to my attendance here, not needing to imagine the rumours that would fly around the town of Hawkins. 

For a fervent moment that set my heart beating rapidly and my skin aflame, I allowed myself to picture the fantasises behind those non-existent rumours. I glanced up at the blue and white worn wood panelling of the Munson trailer, the shadow of said star of the rumours hulking behind a window. I clenched my sharp nails into my palms to clear my head of the improper thoughts, trying to focus on what I came here to do. 

Taking a deep breath and steeling myself, I jumped from my car and sped across their yard, holding my arms above my head to protect it from the heavy rain. I spurred forward up the rickety wet front steps, the rain drenching me in the mere seconds I was exposed. My loud footsteps echoed across the deck and the golden light seeping through the front window casted a long shadow of my frame across their lawn cluttered with beer cans. I paused with my hand raised in the air ready to knock, fear shooting through my body as I second guessed myself. I just started lowering my arm and half turned to run back to my car as the door was wrenched open, spilling a flood of light over me. I shielded my eyes as they adjusted. The smell of leather, cigarettes and mint overwhelmed me, my mouth practically salivating at mixture. 

“Y/n?” Eddie exclaimed, pulling a cigarette from the corner of his mouth and blowing the smoke in my face. “What are you doing skulking around like a creeper out here?” My face blazed with embarrassment at the truth in his words. The glowing light behind his head outlined all the whipsy hairs running away from his freshly washed head of curls. I faltered over my words. 

“I… I came to talk.” He scoffed and leant back on his heels, resting his hands on his belt, the pressure of them lowering the pant line of his jeans even further. I gulped and looked away, my cheeks burning and my thoughts blurring together. I tried to form a sentence that didn’t construe me as an idiot. Eddie crossed his arms and towered over me, raising his brows as he waited for me to continue.  

“To talk or get drugs?” He snapped, annoyance darkening his sharp features. I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm my frayed nerves. 

“To talk.” I promised, admitting the truth to both of us. Drugs might have gotten me into my car and drove me over here, but it was the need to explain myself to him that kept me here now. His dark eyes assessed me intensely,  sending stabs of wanting through my frame, I doubted leaving was even an option for me anymore. “Can I come in?” I pleaded, crossing my arms across my chest, strategically placing them under my breasts to make them more prominent. His eyes flittered down from my face for a quick moment, clenching his jaw. He straightened against the door frame, sweeping his hand across the small space in front of him. 

“Be my guest.” He sung sarcastically, I shuddered as I brushed past his thinly clothed chest, the heat radiating off of him sending goosebumps up my arm. I thought he inhaled deeply as I passed him but as I turned to look at him curiously, he was already facing away from me, closing the door behind us. 

I inhaled a deep breath, immersing myself in my surroundings. Eddie had infiltrated my childhood bedroom, learning far more about me than I knew about him, I tried to soak up as much as I could before Eddie could steal my attention and demand to know what I wanted. There were trucker hats covering each inch of the interior living room walls and a soft glow emitting from a reading lamp next to a comfy looking chair. Against the furthest wall, was an aged couch shaped from the outlines of a person lying on it for many years. A small kitchen was separated from the living room by a sticky island bench cluttered with more beer cans and open packets of food. 

“Sorry for the mess – maid took the week off.” He joked without a smile on his face, he turned on his heels down the hallway, leaving me alone in the middle of the room. Unsure if he intended for me to follow or not, I hesitantly trailed after him, passing a bathroom and what I assumed was his uncle’s room until we reached the end of the hall. He pushed the door open further and collapsed onto his bed, reaching for an acoustic guitar as he shuffled across his messy sheets. I halted in the doorway, staring around the room, the smell of weed in the air was no doubt a permeant fixture in here. Multitudes of band posters covered his walls; similar looking magazines littered his floor, his bed side table was bestowing a full ashtray, nudie mags – and a blue box of trojan condoms. My breath caught in my throat as heat flooded my face. Swivelling my eyes away they landed on the wall opposite me, a pair of dangling metal handcuffs hung from a nail. My legs felt like they’d turned to jelly, my headache pounding with full force. 

Eddie strung a couple of strings on his guitar, sending a sweet sound to rebound around the room, my headache slightly subsided as the music swirled around my ears. “So?” He probed, I met his eyes and wrapped my arms around myself, feeling very vulnerable in his territory. He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, as he leant over to his side table his shirt rode up, exposing a strip of pale skin near his abdomen. My stomach flipped at the sight, I trailed my fingertips up and down my arm in a self-soothing motion. His sharp eyes didn’t miss it. 

“What’s up y/n?” He asked, his tone a little kinder than before. 

“I wanted to apologise.” I let my words hang in the air between us, waiting for an ‘Eddie’ like response. 

“That wasn’t an apology.” He didn’t blink as he stared me down unwaveringly, not a trace of any of the friendly smiles he had been so generous with earlier in the day, on his face. 

“No, yes... I guess you’re right. Eddie.” I took a deep breath as the words rushed from my mouth. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you earlier, you were right. I don’t know you, and I have no right to judge.” My eyes flickered to the bag of weed sitting on his dresser, recognising it as the one he had offered to me earlier. “Definitely no right to judge.” I confirmed. “I was just having a really bad day and seeing the way those assholes treat you drives me crazy.” Before the last few words left my mouth, Eddie had slid his instrument off his lap and practically flew across the room at me.  I backed off impulsively, bumping against the dresser. The expression on his face terrified me in an exciting way as he practically pinned me against the piece of furniture at my back, leaving barely inches between our bodies. 

“Y/n.” He sighed, staring at my lips. I trembled as my heart hammered loudly in my chest, creating choruses of embarrassing noises as my breathing spluttered. His sweet breath mingled with mine, making my head swim. I was transported back to the night of us in my bedroom, except there was no Dustin – there was nothing – to interrupt us now. His long eyelashes tickled his cheeks as his gazed lowered, his dark eyes pouring into mine. 

“You have nothing to apologise for, I said some really hurtful shit to you, stuff that wasn’t true and I’m sorry for that. You just pissed me off.” His hand curled around the edge of the dresser, tightening it to the point his knuckles were completely white as he hurried through his words. “You just always know exactly what to do to piss me off, let me make it up to you.” He slid his arm further behind me, bringing his face even closer to mine as I felt his hand slide down in my back pocket. Practically on the point of fainting from dizziness, I noticed his lips were coming closer. Just as my quivering lips brushed his soft ones, I tripped forward slightly on the balls of my feet – I realised with horror that I had been the one moving forward to close the distance between us, while Eddie had remained rooted to the spot, confusion and doubt furrowing on his brow as he watched me come closer.

I felt like I had been drenched in ice water, shoving him out of the way I fled from his room, tearing down the hallway and virtually skipping the front steps of his deck entirely, mortification throbbing through me as I fumbled with my car keys. I almost ripped the door handle off in my hurry to hide behind the dashboard of my car. I had barely slid it into reverse before my foot slammed down on the accelerator, dousing Eddie in light as he faltered at the front door, my name hanging on his lips. 

Discreetness completely forgotten, I tore out of the trailer park, swinging the back end of my car out as I swerved onto the main road. Something dug underneath me, and I reached down to pull the bag of weed I had spotted in his room, out of my back jean pocket. I dropped it down between the seats as a surge of humiliation smothered me. 

I pushed my car to its limits, begging to whatever sick, higher power that was playing games with my life - that further I got away from Eddie the further I would escape the shame of my mistake. 

Chapter Seven

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Spinal Cord Injury

The exact effects of a spinal cord injury vary according to the type and level injury, and can be organized into two types:

spinal cord injury

In a complete injury, there is no function below the “neurological” level, defined as the lowest level that has intact neurological function. If a person has some level below which there is no motor and sensory function, the injury is said to be “complete”. Recent evidence suggest that less than 5% of people with “complete” spinal cord injury recover locomotion.

A person with an incomplete injury retains some sensation or movement below the level of the injury. The lowest spinal cord level is S4-5, representing the anal sphincter and peri-anal sensation. So, if a person is able to contract the anal sphincter voluntarily or is able to feel peri-anal pinprick or touch, the injury is said to be “incomplete”. Recent evidence suggest that over 95% of people with “incomplete” spinal cord injury recover some locomotory ability.

The American Spinal Cord Injury Association or ASIA defined an international classification based on neurological

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levels, touch and pinprick sensations tested in each dermatome, and strength of ten key muscles on each side of the body, i.e. shoulder shrug (C4), elbow flexion (C5), wrist extension (C6), elbow extension (C7), hip flexion (L2). Traumatic spinal cord injury is classified into five types by the American Spinal Injury Association and the International Spinal Cord Injury Classification System.

A indicates a “complete” spinal cord injury where no motor or sensory function is preserved in the sacral segments S4-S5. Since the S4-S5 segment is the lower segmental, absence of motor and sensory function indicates “complete” spinal cord injury.

B indicates an “incomplete” spinal cord injury where sensory but not motor function is preserved below the neurological level and includes the sacral segments S4-S5. This is typically a transient phase and if the person recovers any motor function below the neurological level, that person essentially becomes a motor incomplete, i.e. ASIA C or D.

C indicates an “incomplete” spinal cord injury where motor function is preserved below the neurological level and more than half of key muscles below the neurological level have a muscle grade of less than 3.

D indicates an “incomplete” spinal cord injury where motor function is preserved below the neurological level and at least half of the key muscles below the neurological level have a muscle grade of 3 or more.

E indicates “normal” where motor and sensory scores are normal. Note that it is possible to have spinal cord injury and neurological deficit with completely normal motor and sensory scores.

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