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hexonthepeach · 8 months

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 11: gambit

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner]

wc: 6.6k

chapter warnings: a teensy bit of violence, voluntary drug use

recommended listening: that's not fair - nct

Mark Lee [α, unknown Felid genetic composition] (3rd prince of the Lee dynasty, formerly 20th in line for the throne)

There's nothing particularly exciting about escorting their new ward a few floors to medical but he finds his heart racing the moment he gets Taeil's request, watching Donghyuck stop moving his haptics immediately in the window of their shared call. He'd tried to get the younger to weigh in on personnel rosters while they talked circles around your disruption of their business, all to no avail.

Everyone is distracted, it seems.

"Back in the hotbox," Haechan sighs, ending his game abruptly and covering his face with both hands once his slimline visor is removed.

"You could just stuff your nose with cotton balls or something," Mark says, a strategy he'd taken up the last time that scent had permeated his entire brain. He's not sure what you or even any other omega are supposed to smell like, but it certainly shouldn't be rancid fruit or the smell of flower stems left too long in water.

"It's not my nose I'm worrying about. Give me five." Donghyuck lifts something up for the camera, the white plastic sleeve still cabled into his rig, hiding untold horrors.

"Fucking gross, man. No."

"Three minutes?"

"How many times do I need to tell you I don't want to know about you jacking off–"

"Fine," Donghyuck raises his hands innocently. "Not my fault your balls haven't dropped yet."

"Meet me downstairs stat," Mark yells before disconnecting. He finds himself blanking out the moment he gets up, slight vertigo making him stare at the wall of his unit as if he'll find answers in the printouts held up with magnets and tape on the wall adjacent to his study, over his book collection. A tangled web he lives with every day, trying to understand why you’re here and not there.

It’s weird–not knowing what you are. He’d done everything in his power to treat you like just another problem to be solved before they could offload it on someone else, the way Johnny had done when he’d left. But you’ve embedded in his brain, a splinter he can’t help but worry about since your admission.

“I don’t love him,” you’d said. There’d been sadness, of course, but something more firm beneath it in intention. Like you were thinking of someone else.

One picture seems to beckon most of all–a still from the grand ceremony they'd held when you'd been returned. He hadn't been in the Dome then, too soon after the surrender for the Syndicate to decide what to do with demilitarization, no victory for the losers.

In his case the loss had been an open wound—his father's body found a week before armistice with the gun still warm in his hand, blood spattered across a childhood picture from a better era, when the firstborn and second born male twins and their triplet omega sisters had just been children. Dressed in robes fitting a different age, almost comical to think of now after a decade of Beta melo re-enactments.

Before the war–before bloodshed had cut all bonds between them.

Watching his aunt crawl back with you by her side, both of you dressed in white ceremonial mourning clothes for the dead Imperator, had left him feeling empty even as a child. His father had tried to bring peace and change to this stupid system and whatever little he'd accomplished had only led to the reinforcement of it. The ones left to mourn him and his cause could only do so in private.

Like his mother.

She’d returned to the Dome, as well, head held high, no scraping and bowing for her dead father. Peace could only come with the voluntary surrender of the Lees to the Syndicate but she'd made it known she was not a willing subject, not like your mother.

Or you.

After learning more about your own struggle, maybe he feels a little sorry for you. At least, he thinks, he's less nauseated by the sight of your face.

It's too bad that empathy can't extend to his latent animal brain; the urge to retch on the floor outside your unit increases the moment he's within proximity of your scent.

Donghyuck joins appropriately late and hastily dressed in half of his gear, eyes bright and cheeks flushed in a reflection of how Mark feels even if he'd never admit it. He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head in disgust.

"Don't say anything," Mark orders, watching his best friend grin like an idiot as he pulls the air towards him with his hand–savoring it.

"You have no idea."

"I'm glad." Mark snaps.

He gives you a courtesy of ringing the doorbell from the touchpad, adjusting discreetly into a stiff posture years of remote Academy teachings and active service have molded him into.

There's no answer.

Several rings later and he still can't sense or hear anything from the other side. He looks at Donghyuck to see if there's any alarm on his face to match what he feels.

"Probably sleeping," the other shrugs. "Just go in."

Mark would rather shoot out a window and throw himself off this floor than walk in on an omega in the throes of heat but his hesitation only lasts a few seconds. He forces the door lock open with a press of his agent against the security pad.

Immediately he's struck by a wave of concentrated pheromones, stomach twisting but staying down as he realizes it's not as bad as he expected–mitigated slightly by the warmed-leather scent of the pile of clothing and bedding blocking the door.

"What in the hell–?" Mark kicks through it, recognizing a pack-issue uniform tangled in the pillows and comforter.

"Johnny's," Donghyuck answers, knowing he doesn't have the ability to discriminate scent profiles. "Jungwoo said she'd need it for her nest."

Mark groans, entering the room as cautiously as he'd cleared the school a day ago–wait wasn’t it three days ago? It feels like an eternity since that firefight.

"____?" He calls, finding the bathroom empty and moving to the main chamber.

You're in a better state than he'd found you in than in Confinement, but not by much. That frail omega body is curled into the lower bunk around the same rucksack you'd brought with you, packed full of clothing. You're dressed, thankfully, in more layers than he expected–body shaking when he grabs your shoulder to give it a weak tug.

"Are you okay?"

You whine, burrowing deeper away from him.

"No funny business, alright?" He finds himself warning, but it's not needed. Your skin is clammy to the touch, ears flat against sweat-damp hair as you protest him pulling you away from your cache.

"Don't touch me," you say. It’s more of a growl, really, your voice deeper than he’s heard it. Something inside him sings to hear it, approving. He doesn’t have time to question it as Donghyuck panics, rushing to intervene.

Mark elbows him in the gut so hard that he folds against the screen wall, wheezing.

“You forget to boost in those three minutes?”

“How could I?” Mark doesn’t need Alpha scent to recognize the younger is lying, staring Donghyuck down until he pulls out an inhaler and takes a puff.

“Good?” Mark asks.

“Good.” The look the younger gives him is pure menace, lazy eyes darting to you. He ignores it, carefully watching your response. Your tail is dead weight on the bed, heavy for how still it is.

"We'll take you to Med, but you need to get up," Mark tells you.

“I can’t.”

This time, when you speak, he believes you.

Mark crouches on the floor beside your bunk, finding himself awkwardly unable to touch you lest Donghyuck lose it any more than he already is. His hand hovers over your ears, the fur tickling his palms. It's his first time touching them–he had no idea how soft they were. The sensation makes his pulse skip.

"Need . . . need to get out . . ." you whine. "I can't be alone. Need to get out of here."

"Okay." Mark doesn't argue with the request. "Can you get up?"

You shake your head a bit.

"Let Haechan carry your stuff," he sighs. "We'll help take you down."

"It hurts," you say, quietly. "I'm so cold."

Can you be any more dramatic? he thinks, but doesn't say as much looking back at his partner to find his eyes wide, nostrils flaring and mouth in a thin line.

"Don't move. Either of you." Mark says, retrieving a blanket from the pile near the door. He's not surprised that the moment he wraps it around your body there's an immediate relaxation in your shoulders, tail swaying under the new layer.

"I'll carry you," he says with only a little bit of resignation. It takes effort to extricate you from your things but soon you're curled into his arms, those warm velveteen ears pressed up against his jaw as you cling to his tech vest.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, yelping a bit when he finally negotiates you both to a standing position, arm under your knees. "It just . . . it came out of nowhere.”

"What did?" Mark is grateful for the distraction as he carries you out the sliding door, almost tripping on more bedding.

"Cramps." Your tiny reply carries a bit of embarrassment and he can't help but huff a laugh. Donghyuck is at his side sniffing experimentally, making Mark wish he had a free arm to push him back. He kicks with his boot instead, missing the younger Canid when he dances away.

So much for having a second to help keep things in control.

"We'll get you painkillers. Have you eaten yet?"

You don't answer.

"I'll get food," Donghyuck offers, excitedly. "Anything you want or need–"

"Medical first," Mark orders. With your weight in his arms he's realized that the shivers in your body are involuntary, small quakes that seem to originate in your torso and spread to your limbs, making you rigid. Any doubts he had about your condition are beginning to dissolve, feeling you fight the pain to hold onto him.

Thankfully Taeil is expecting you, helping him the moment the med wing doors slide open to get you into the nearest bed. He's relieved to no longer have you wrapped around him but there's a strange sensation in his chest watching the doctor unwind you from the duvet and check your pupils, attaching a remote monitor to your temple.

"Why did you turn off your agent feed?" Taeil asks, tapping the screen on your wrist back to life.

"Old habit," you murmur.

Mark watches your eyes slide to the right, towards the fogged view of the city skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. This floor is the lowest of their demesne, closest to the marine layer that reappears nightly no matter what sunset breaks through it. It’s late now, and there aren’t even stars to fixate on.

"Your signal stopped hours ago. You need to cooperate or you're going to be in more pain than necessary." Taeil presses the face of his wrist worn agent to yours, initiating a data transfer.

It's rare Mark has seen Moon so agitated, realizing the older Alpha has thrown a white coat over sleepwear as if he'd been roused from bed. He's about to ask Donghyuck to get coffee when he finds the younger has already fled, your bag abandoned on the floor.

"She'll live, I'm guessing?" Mark asks, watching the nearby screen pick up multiple waveforms. "What is all that?"

"It's standard to monitor her endocrine response through perspiration," Taeil explains, looking amused when Mark's expression remains blank. "Sweat. From her wrist gland."

"Oh." Mark nods, keeping a straight face.

"She'll be in full heat within the next few hours," Taeil says. "We have a call to make."

"We do,” Mark nods. “Doyoung said–"

"We don't need any more orders," Taeil interrupts. "Let's discuss this in private."

You perk a little, still on your side. Mark catches the way your body adjusts and your ears swivel in your mussed hair.

"Stay put." He doesn't add the tone shift of an order but you still give him acknowledgement in an eye roll.

Taeil leads him to his own private quarters, keeping the glass doors programmed to mostly translucent as he shuts them. Mark is immediately struck by the disarray in the usually-clean room, the musty smell of Canid making his hackles raise.

"I've already messaged Doyoung. You're going to have to put her in Confinement."

"What?" Mark is less shocked by the request than the look of resignation on Taeil's face as he watches you through the door. He coughs a little, as if to cover it.

"I've taken three dosages of suppressants in the past 12 hours. Do you understand?"

He glances Mark's way, glasses reflecting the low green light from outside. The sweatshine and the rough patch of growth darkening the doctor's chin all begin to make a little more sense.

"Really?" He can't help but choke out. It's been years of working with the doctor and he'd never imagined seeing him lose his cool when he was needed the most. But then he'd never imagined you being dropped into their lives like a dirty bomb as Johnny had so articulately described.

"We can arrange for you to go to a rut hotel if you need to–"

"I'm not leaving." Taeil shakes his head. "If anything happens to her it's on me. But I need you to take charge and to keep us safe at all costs."

"Keep us safe?" Mark is surprised at the use of words. "Not her?"

"She's the safety issue. Didn't you read the file I sent you?"

"I think I got it." Mark lies. He’s understood maybe one word out of the ten buried in scientific jargon but it was the debrief reports on investigation into suspected Nostradomina agent activity that had sunk in. If there’s one thing he understood it was infiltration.

"I just don't think she's . . . we don't have any indication she's working with the Syndicate. Do we?"

Taeil grimaces. "That's not the problem. Do you understand why we had to separate her and the others?"

"Well everyone in the building but me wants to–you know."

He’s gesturing towards where he thinks Donghyuck is jerking into a potted plant but he ends up pinned in Moon’s unrelenting stare. The look the other man gives him is merciless.

"She's a liability. All reports indicate her kind are genetically engineered to take over a pack from the inside. Like an infection."

The words seem dissonant to the image of your body in a hospital bed, your eyes clenching every now and then in pain. Mark can't believe that something as small and vulnerable could constitute a real threat to their safety but he also knows instinct all too well. Growing up outside the Wild had just been a taste, seeing his kind in the throes of it in drills or in battle another thing altogether.

"Are you worried you'll go into jimseung like Jaehyun?"

Taeil hesitates to answer. "I won't shift with my level of conditioning. Jungwoo and Yuta are safe, too . . . at least, I think. Both have exposure to omegas and aren't responding the way I am."

"But they could." Mark says. He'd already gone over the results of Jungwoo's testing after the incident in Johnny's quarters–wanting to be sure the other Alpha wasn't playacting that he'd been perfectly in control. If Donghyuck or Jaehyun were any indication, holding it together in the presence of a ripe omega was too good to be true.

Whatever had happened, you'd been scared and hurt. He wasn't going to let that occur again, even if it meant grounding an asset.

"You have to understand she's something different. Possibly because she was raised in the Wild–some kind of new anomaly." Taeil paces the small area, wrestling with his thoughts. "I'm not in the right state of mind to do the experiments necessary to–"

"No. It's not necessary, period." Mark says, placing a hand out to signal he’s on board. "We get her through this heat cycle. You get through your rut. And then we figure out what to do with her."

"We need to put her in Containment, then." Taeil says. "Or . . ."

"Or what?"

Taeil doesn't look at him, crossing his arms as he takes in his unmade bed.

"Accept our fate."

"No." Mark finds himself shaking his head, almost a little violently.

"I don't want this as much as you do," Taeil says. “Too easy, too simple, really. But she’s embedded in the pack bond.”

"Johnny forbid it," Mark says, and he believes it. The prime Alpha's order always stood, regardless if he was present. Mark was willing to die by that rule even if the Canids had shown a marked dissent. Blaming biology and hierarchy only went so far–all of them were free agents and with nine people to manage they'd have to weather the storm together or suffer the consequences.

In this case, the risks were much too high to not face it together. Taeyong wasn't going to be himself for a few days–certainly not capable of making the tougher calls with the genetic bond you already shared.

No, that’s up to him, now. The understanding of it leaves him feeling more like a villain than a protector.

"No one touches her until Johnny allows it." He affirms.

Taeil opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He nods instead, reaching for the door control.

"Do me a favor, Doc?" Mark says before he thinks too long about it. "Put her under, first? You can make it easy, right?"

Mark watches the elder's shoulders slump as he looks through the door at your huddled body.

"It's your call," Taeil says. "Hope we can stand by it."

"Do you feel better?" Mark asks, seeing you sitting up in bed.

"Infinitely."

You'd watched Taeil carefully as he administered the double injections into the dripline–waited until they were both distracted to pull the needle out of the connector port while keeping it trapped under the gauze on your wrist, pretending to look through your agent on your other hand.

"You're probably starving."

You give him a weak smile. "Ramen isn't as good as I thought it would be."

"No," Mark agrees. "We'll get you the best meal ever when we get off lockdown. Whatever you want. Beef even."

Whatever you want, you think. Such a fitting testament to the next few minutes of stilted conversation. Taeil is hanging back like a beaten dog as you shyly answer Mark's questions, at some point sniffing his own clothing and making a face of revulsion.

Thankfully you hadn't waited long–not with the call that comes into Mark's comm. Again he'd gone into the next room, distractedly pacing as he talked to Yuta over his in-ear.

It didn't matter that the room was soundproof. You can tell your gambit has paid off by the absurdly annoyed expression on his face as you follow the conversation while making meaningless gestures on your wrist pad.

Mirroring Taeil's agent line had been simple. A beginner's hack, really.

Let the NSPD take care of it.

It's not a security vulnerability if you bring the whole team on.

They'll answer to you if I tell them to–

No. No. Okay.

Alright, alright. I'll be down in fifteen.

Five, alright.

I have stuff to take care of here. No. Not that.

Fine! I'm on my way.

"I need to take care of business on the sublevels. Are you alright resting here with Taeil and Haechan until I get back?" Mark asks once he's emerged again, only a corner of his mouth lifted. He's so very good at hiding his anxiety but you can smell it on him distinctly–sour lemon and a hint of bilgewater. You’re nauseated, as if you’re on the sea again.

"Haechan said he's making me something delicious and then I'll get some sleep, I think. I'm tired," you say, giving him a look of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I couldn't think straight with how much pain I was in."

The words make you sick. The pain is interminable. You've kept the scream pressed between your gritted teeth but it's always there, like the lump in your throat and the slick between your thighs.

Containment.

Put her under.

You'd met Mark's eyes when he'd said those last words through the glass and combined with your physical agony it had only strengthened your resolve.

If you're going down, it's with a fight. You know how to pick your battles now that your main opponent has chosen his proxies.

Mark leans down over you to take your hand and you offer him your left quickly, squeezing it in your damp grip.

"It won't take long, he assures. "I'll check on you when I'm back. Please make sure to eat before you sleep."

If you knew better you'd think his concern was genuine. You blink at him lazily, exposing your teeth in what you hope is a genuine smile.

"Wake me up when it's over," you joke.

"Soon," he says, and then he's out of the ward. Only that bitter rind scent remains, made worse by the brushfire of Taeil's rut setting in.

You'd suspected enough after yesterday's confrontation but it's something else to scent a day's worth of Alpha stewing in his quarters. Over the cloying scent of disinfectants and the drug supplies you can’t help but scent through their refrigerated seals is something much more damning. Your doctor is compromised.

Good, you think.

Whatever rationality you're holding on to is disturbed by it. Unfortunately everything else piloting finds the Alpha’s scent criminally seductive. Right now Taeil smells like crisp white lychee, ripe beneath a prickly skin.

He’s still something of a mystery to you. Canid and an Alpha, yes. But no one recognizes him as such. Paying lip service to another omega, just doing his duty, unallowed the taste of what any of them would desire. He has to feel the pull the way you know his little helper does, the way Jungwoo did when you gave him the space for it.

He's even more attractive, sleep-touched, glasses askew in his hair—especially when he attempts to hide what you already know is happening to him. You've watched him step back, shoulders hunched, unable to make eye contact.

Yes, you think, he’s hooked. Now to pull in your catch.

Mark has disappeared long before you make your move. You’d be found out if you simply got up. Instead you make a tormented noise, adjusting in the bed. Pleasure roils through you when you see his back tense at the sound, more when he refuses to look at you.

"Hey," you say. "Could you lend a hand?"

Taeil turns around, head flinching a bit as if he's afraid of what he'll see.

You beckon to the floor beside the bed.

"I brought some of my things. Kind of stuck here," you add, lifting your wrist. The needle doesn't pop free, but you're conscientious of the drag of the cannula as you disturb it.

"Of course." He says. He's still wary as he foists your pack onto the bed. As soon as you unzip it he puts distance between you, the animal present in his quick glances over his shoulder.

"Thank you, doctor," you say. "I appreciate you letting me stay here overnight. I felt like I was dying."

"You're not . . ." he begins, immediately deflecting. "We'll make you comfortable for your stay for the next week."

"Week?" You ask in a hushed tone. "Will it hurt like this the whole time?"

He swallows. "Most likely."

Your lip wobbles with effort, tears a little easier to produce with the knife-in-your-gut radiating pain.

"Don't worry," he says, rapidly. "I think I finally found a method to mimic cryotherapy. We'll insert a central catheter and keep you on a steady infusion of parental nutrition and sedatives. It's a last resort, but you'll be–"

"No," you say. You infuse the word with the hours of time you'd spent in a similar position, shepherded into a dreamless state by types just like him. Imperial physicians who considered your body an object at their disposal, to be treated or used alike.

No, indeed. Never again.

"Please don't make me do this alone."

Taeil moves forward unconsciously, eyes lighter than you remember. For a moment you wonder if he's breaking already.

But then he's heading to the far side of the bed—most certainly to check your IV.

You dump the contents of your bag across your legs. Taeil pauses, catching sight of the object amidst undergarments and flimsy lingerie–all of which you'd worn recently.

The satisfaction you experience seeing him falter is worth the shame of all that scent and that horrible thing Jungwoo had given you laid bare.

"I'm so sorry," you improvise, stuffing everything back in your bag one-handed. "That isn't mine. I forgot I hid it there."

"It's fine."

It's absolutely not fine, if you're registering his panicked response correctly.

You pretend to hide the toy, only furthering the comedy of the situation by clutching onto twenty centimeters of soft synthetic cock and fumbling it in your offhand grasp. You look up at his blank expression, stuffing it away innocently.

"Jungwoo gave me it," you say. "I haven't used it."

Taeil's throat bobs conspicuously as he occupies himself with his tablet, unable to make eye contact. "It's a very common aid. You may want to keep it . . . for later."

"I wouldn't know how to use it," you admit.

For once he's silent. You let it hang, pulling out a blocker spray you'd been retrieving as you wait for him to fold.

He says something quietly under his breath that you pretend not to catch.

"Sorry, what?" you ask, tiredly.

"Videos. There'sinstructionalvideos." The last part is a bit muffled as he covers his nose and mouth at the offending mist as you apply the spray.

It's another little ploy you'd thought of in the past few days, after remembering something Wooyoung had said. The Alpha attractor was one of your more expensive purchases but you'd had to have it–curious what similarities the perfumer had captured to your own scent.

Majesté Impériale had been woefully dissimilar besides a few top notes but the synthetic pheromones were worth the price tag, judging by the way Taeil has moved away again.

"My apologies. I don't think this blocker is any good." You say, dousing yourself.

"Please," Taeil answers from beneath his sleeve. "It's not going to do much at this point."

"Oh. Well. Can you show me that video?"

The silence returns, this time punctuated by the tap tap tap of a stylus as Taeil considers your request.

"What video?" He asks, voice distant.

"The instructional one?" you ask innocently.

To his credit he shrugs off any embarrassment, back to practicality, but you can't miss the red blotches on his nape as he turns to regard you again. You know you're on thin ice but you cherish the fact that he's affected.

"I'll be happy to send it to you when you have your VR rig and are in a more comfortable environment," he says, mildly irritated.

"Of course," you demure. You add a lazy tone to your voice. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He has the audacity to laugh.

"You're surprisingly compliant tonight, Princess."

50 ccs of ketamine by IV drip will do that, you think, a twinge of regret that you aren't experiencing it.

"I certainly feel better," you say, yawning. "Just . . . really sleepy."

"Good," he says, adjusting his glasses back onto his nose. "You should get some rest. I can wake you up whenever the brat is done burning down the kitchen. I should probably go check on him, actually."

You pretend not to respond, burrowing into the pillows and concentrating on slowing down your breathing and heart rate. There is some truth, you know, to the presence of Alpha pheromones being a sedative and analgesic in this state–but it's nowhere as good as the fluid dripping useless down your wrist.

You keep your ears and tail still as you hear the doctor approach you again. It's not like you can hide the brainwave monitor but you lean into your meditation exercises for that. It won't be long, after all.

Taeil is wary as he approaches, not buying your act but too distracted to anticipate danger. You can smell the blockers on him, also useless with the onset of rut. His bloom is woodsy with a hint of spice–safe and delicious to your fox. You let her unfurl a little when he's close enough for you to feel the heat from his body—radiating cleansers and traces of bitter-sharp that you suspect are remnants of release from earlier.

How many times had he come to the fantasy of you already, you wonder. The thought is surprisingly satisfying, accompanied by the memory of watching Jungwoo earlier. Warm skin so close and willing to be explored, blood pumping heat to your sex and bringing precious fluid to the surface–

"____," he says. "You can stop pretending. You should have gone under three minutes ago."

You don't give him the satisfaction of springing awake, or moving at all. A calloused hand presses down your ears and they barely twitch, but something else deeper inside you does at the petting. You let go a shuddering sigh.

Immediately Taeil freezes. You resume breathing deeply until he settles, giving your ear a sharp tug.

You stay still.

You wish he'd continue–wish he'd touch you more in an effort to test your resolve.

In your own fantasies he'd undress you and prepare you for the procedure while you fought to remain unresponsive, letting him slide his hands down your naked body without resistance, using you for his own satisfaction as you stifled any sound–

"Last chance," he says, angling your head away. "Stay down."

The order thrums through you like a shockwave.

You hear the click of the penlight before your eyelid is lifted and with that first sliver of light you make your choice between the syringe under your pillow and your own, personal, last resort.

You choose the worser form of violence.

You seize his wrist and bite into it with all your might–still, technically, staying down.

"No!" He jerks away, free hand connecting with your skull so hard your vision flashes white. He fists your hair to break your hold as hot sweetness floods your mouth, that trickle matched by the one soaking between your legs.

You look up at his bloodless face as his grip goes slack, unable to fight, eyes pitted with the sudden dilation of his pupils.

After a few seconds you loosen your jaw, licking softly at the shallow wound . . . as if you were truly apologetic. The whimper he makes is pathetic, eyes scrunching closed at the heavenly sensation.

"I told you if you drugged me again you'd regret it," you say, between swipes of your tongue. "You didn't give me a choice."

"I was trying to help you," he says. He pulls back your head with a sharp yank, freezing the moment you let out a mewl of pain. He lets go, instantly, bewildered.

"This is the kindest thing you've done for me since you saved my life, Taeil," you say, kissing his wrist before you release it. "I remember."

"I shouldn't have," he says.

Under the warm glow of your successful conquest you feel the sting of his words.

With the bond in effect he can feel it, too, regret flitting across his dazed features. He's angry with you but it's the same irritation as if a fly were buzzing about his head–not the response of a man who's just lost his free will.

"At least you're being honest," you say. It feels good to know it, finally–to not question everything being said or done to you.

"I thought so," he says, checking the cannula and finding your pulled out IV. "No wonder you're still in pain."

"Stop," you order. He holds, unable to continue re-inserting the needle.

"Please let me give you something for it, at least." It's almost begging for how clearly desperate he is for relief from the pain transferred between you. Sweat drips into his sideburns, trickling down his neck.

"First time knowing what it feels like to be one of us? You'll be such a better doctor after this. Maybe even a better Alpha."

"Doubtful," he responds.

You laugh. Just as suddenly you regret it, doubling over as a fresh wave of agony ripples through you.

"Fuck." He collapses against the bed on his side as the pain crests, sucking in sharp breaths with each aftershock. Once it subsides he's barely standing.

"How was that so fast?" he muses. You know he isn't referring to the cramps. "It only took a few seconds. I could have recorded the recombination . . . Studied it . . ."

The fact that he's more upset at missing data instead of being bondmarked confuses your fox, but you cherish it. He really wasn't a bad first choice.

"I don't know why. I'm sorry."

"No you're not," he huffs, smearing blood across the sheet as he picks himself up. "I can feel that, you know. You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Stay down." You repeat his order back, savoring the flavor of it on your blood-soaked tongue. You can't help but enjoy this new invulnerability, the way his knees buckle and he's forced to hold on to the bed rail.

"Only once, after Johnny," you explain. "One of the new eunuch bodyguards they gave me was an Alpha spy. Like you, I suppose–chemical castration only."

You stuff down the revulsion at the memory, stalked through the gardens by what you thought was just another foot soldier for the Syndicate. You were used to your share of creeps even amidst the eunuchs but you’d recognized that Alpha stench the moment he’d pinned you in the grass. He'd almost had you, the knife your mother had made you carry in your sleeve useless against his disproportionate strength and speed.

"He only made it a few days before he tried to claim me. I managed to bite his hand when he tried to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming. And–well. All I had to do was ask nicely after that. He would have turned himself in, if I hadn’t asked him to help me by ending his own life."

Taeil watches you carefully, a wave of impression bringing you distant traces of satisfaction under the horror. He likes knowing you can protect yourself, you think. Your fox is singing with joy at the first positive feedback it's received from him without a barrier.

"I didn’t think he would do it,” you say, truthful now that there’s no need for secrets between you. “Do you know, he was still begging for me until the end, even after he shoved a blade into his own heart?"

You dig your nails into your forearm, drawing blood. Taeil mirrors you, clutching his bitten forearm at the pain and collapsing across the bed. You pull him to you, cradling his narrow shoulders. He doesn't fight at all, laying prone across your legs.

"I would have done it sooner but I wanted to give you a chance to do the right thing, since you saved me before," you say. “I’ll be kind and give you the choice to help me. Again.”

The man in your lap is completely yours, easier even than you expected. You stroke wild locks from his forehead, savoring the ambergris and musk released as he buries himself in your scent, finally. Your own pet–a decade in the making.

If you'd have chosen to bite Taeyong somewhere more vulnerable–nearer his scent gland–maybe you'd have been able to avoid this altogether. It had felt too risky at the time, too likely to get you in trouble. You'd been proven right.

The truth of your nature isn't something any of you can avoid now.

Either they accepted you, or they killed you. You weren't going to wait and find out which.

"You will help me, won’t you? Don’t you want to make the pain stop?"

"Guess I don't have to ask you your levels anymore," he jests, disarming you. “You should take something.”

"There's an easier solution to all of this," you say, thinking of what he’d said earlier. “Accept your fate.”

"What?" Taeil's face is buried in your belly, only a layer of synthetic down separating you. Your fingers drag lightly over his skull.

"Mate me," you say. "Maybe if you're a good Alpha I'll let you claim me, too."

His shoulders move with what you assume is a fight against his own instinct. When he finally turns his head to blink at you lazily you realize he's laughing at you, again.

"How is that funny?" you ask.

"Oh I could. We all could. But you'll just get worse," he says, slurring a little.

"What do you mean?"

Taeil's amber-touched eyes unfocus, settling on your neck. "Your heat. Won't break. Not until . . ."

He reaches for you, gesticulating a bit before his hand flops down. You panic, feeling more than seeing him begin to slip away. It feels a little like drowning again, watching your Alpha disappear into the waves of unconsciousness.

"Taeil?"

Something is terribly wrong, your animal brain unable to parse why as he slips out of your grasp, toppling a tray table in the process. A flash of yellow-white tubing follows.

You spider out of the hospital bed, dropping to the cold tile on top of his prostrate form and ripping out the needle he's secretly inserted in his forearm.

"No, no, no, stay with me–" you plead, slapping his jaw. "Don't leave me."

"Not gonna die," Taeil chuckles, unfolding on the tile. His white coat is spread like wings under his sleepwear, darkened with sweat, what looks suspiciously like an erection tenting his pants. "Just. So . . . high."

"Stay awake," you order.

His eyes flutter open for a half-second, looking up at you with dazzling affection.

"Good luck, princess . . . you'll need it."

Then he's out like a light extinguished, mouth partially open. You rock against his hips, with zero response.

"Wake up!" You yowl, already finding the shape under you flagging, your body desperate for him to return the favor.

You repeat his gestures to check his closed eye, his pupil barely responsive. He breathes shallowly underneath you as you curl over his chest, fists balled in frustration.

One down, five to go.

It's going to be a long night.

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reverse the polarity

a reverse captains!au for Star Trek: Discovery, wherein Captain Gabriel Lorca is Michael’s first Starfleet Captain, and Captain Philippa Georgiou is her second

@senator-organa this took basically two rewrites, and I actually feel compelled to continue in a longer, more refined oneshot

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(captain gabriel lorca)

“I know I asked you for recommendations, Sarek,” drawls the tall man, “but I didn’t expect you to escort one aboard my ship.” His arms are crossed, and he looks vaguely unimpressed. Fortunately, Michael Burnham has undergone a lifetime of being subjected to unimpressed looks.

She is unaffected by the cold glare of his eyes, mostly because she is pissed off. Denied by the Vulcan Expeditionary Forces only to be shuttled directly off to an old Starfleet science vessel? She could’ve reapplied, tried again—god knows she’s done that her entire childhood.

“Michael Burnham has an extensive résumé,” demurs Sarek. “Did you not tell me you were in need of a science officer knowledgeable in xenoanthropology?”

“I told you that months ago.” The scowl appears to be permanently etching itself into the man’s face. “You said there weren’t any Vulcans available with that ‘particular skillset.’”

“Yes. No Vulcans.” Sarek turns to Michael, and she detects the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Michael, this is Captain Gabriel Lorca of the U.S.S. Shenzhou.” He nods, like he thinks his job is done. Like he can simply drop Michael off in the company of Lorca and continue on with his life, assured that he is never confronted with his greatest failure.

Michael looks at Lorca and doesn’t quite narrow her eyes. She resolves to stay impassive.

“You don’t want to be here,” Lorca says.

In this instance, Michael thinks, even Sarek would let her get away with a bit of insolence. There is something of the wounded animal in her, still smarting from a wounded pride. Her resentment at the situation grows, and withers. Perhaps… perhaps she does deserve this.

“You would be right,” says Michael, noting the tightening muscle of Lorca’s jaw. He hides it well, but one doesn’t live with Vulcans, breathe in their culture and mannerisms, without picking up the ability to detect anger beneath a façade of civility. “But you are currently in the wrong. I make it a principle to observe and then conclude.”

“Michael,” Sarek interrupts, and she turns her eyes to him. They’ve been a family unit long enough that he should take notice of her desperation to join the Vulcan Expeditionary Forces. He knows she can do it—her scores had been perfect.

It would have been a life of cold shoulders, but Michael is familiar with that kind of atmosphere.

Lowly, Sarek tells her to behave. He gives a perfunctory nod to Lorca. And then he leaves.

Lorca watches him go too, something appropriately ticked off in his expression. No protocols cover events like this, this being: a highly-respected Vulcan escorts a Vulcanized Human trained extensively in the field of xenoanthropology (among other disciplines) to be integrated into a Starfleet crew.

He switches his glare back to her. “Are you even aware what kind of vessel this is?”

“An exploratory one,” says Michael. The U.S.S. Shenzhou (NCC-1227) is named in tradition for a long line of Shenzhous, except the majority of its predecessors are satellites and asteroids. However, the former were also considered the property of China—this ship is under a more… universal purview.

Shén for heaven, divinity; zhōu for vessel. To translate it fancily, the Vessel of Heaven. To translate it literally, space boat.

The utter insult of it is that Sarek had chosen to drop her off on a ship that parallels the Vulcan Expeditionary Forces. It is a pat on the head. A consolatory reward. You were good, but you weren’t good enough.

“How fortunate for you.”

“Indeed,” Michael says, “Captain.” Her eyebrow lifts, voluntarily. She thinks it will always be voluntary—a challenge of ‘Do you deserve my respect?’ to a man she could overpower or outsmart given enough time and luck. Also, this is the one action that can’t be ruled as misconduct or disrespect to a captain.

Lorca suddenly breaks into a grin. “Let me show you around.”

(captain philippa georgiou)

The room is brightly lit, warm yellows and zero fluorescents. It’s an odd characteristic for a new vessel to be in possession of. It reminds Michael of the Shenzhou and Lorca’s stubborn determination to keep it just as his predecessor had—

A woman studies a tactical map. Blue for Starfleet and its allies, red for the Klingon Empire. Michael is familiar enough with the color scheme of blue (good) and red (bad) that her mind registers it instantly and turns itself inside out when it identifies the captain of the ship.

The captain is standing for her.

The captain—

“Michael Burnham,” says Captain Philippa Georgiou, hands clasped behind her back and a considering look in her eyes, “welcome to the U.S.S. Discovery. I’m Captain Georgiou.”

She is so different from Lorca that Michael finds herself blinking hard. Where Lorca was tall and broad, Georgiou is short and lean. Lorca had loomed because before he was a complete softie for the underdogs of Starfleet, he knew the importance of being respected by a bunch of greenhorns. Georgiou… welcomes. She is kind and not imposing.

Not the reception she expects for a mutineer like herself.

“Captain Georgiou,” echoes Michael, struggling not to crumble. Of all the captains in the fleet, everyone—everyone—likes Georgiou, even when they haven’t been chosen to join under her command. She’s never heard a cadet go a year in space without muttering, ‘Damn, I should have applied for Georgiou, she’s the best.’

Lorca had taken the complaints as compliments.

Lorca had said to Michael, “They all want to serve under, good. Georgiou is one of the best—explorer, warrior, and commander all in one. But they have no idea that she’s like me.” He had cracked a grin at Michael. “Her fist is only covered in velvet. At least I’m open about it.”

Rather abruptly, Michael remembers why she’s onboard this ship. “I’ll take my leave as soon as possible,” she blurts. She doesn’t want to be the cause of another destroyed ship, let alone Philippa Georgiou’s sleek science vessel. “I’ll go voluntarily to the brig.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Georgiou shoots back. “You’re a science officer, no? As it currently stands, there is a vacancy in the science department.” There is a wry grin playing at her mouth, and Michael is fixated on the weirdly humanizing aspect this has on the woman all cadets put on a pedestal.

She glances away from Georgiou. Distance. She needs distance to wrap her mind around this illogical decision. “I’m a mutineer,” Michael says. The words taste worse on her tongue than when she’d confessed it to the empty air of her cell. “Starfleet’s first ever recorded. Is this wise?”

“Starfleet understands assets,” the captain dismisses. “There will be some backlash, but there is always backlash in making decisions in war.” She looks mildly guilty about admitting this, even though it is par for course for Michael’s shitty decision-making skills seven months back.

“Yes,” says Michael, “but surely I wouldn’t be good for morale.” Under Lorca, Michael had developed a finely-tuned sense of snark and sarcasm.

Nine years of mutual needling and brisk fondness had chipped away part of her Vulcan shell, but her emotions hadn’t made a surging comeback. If anything, it had strengthened her defensive measures of hiding sentimentality and nostalgia.

Captain Georgiou pulls a face and sits down. “Burnham,” she says, “this war isn’t your fault.”

That, Michael cannot bear to hear from a captain so beloved by the fleet that Starfleet Command wouldn’t promote her to admiralty and a desk on Earth. “With all due respect, captain, I don’t see how that’s so.” Before Georgiou can continue, Michael adds, a little desperately, “My arrival here cannot be due to coincidence.”

Like a masochistic idiot, Michael lays out the whole thing. The shuttle’s change of course. The lack of warning about being transferred to a different prison facility. Her arrival here has been engineered.

Georgiou blinks. “I did ask for your shuttle to change courses. First, because you are an officer of many talents. Second, because the Discovery does have a vacancy, though my science officer tells me that he is capable of handling it. But lastly…” She looks guilty again. “I think you did not deserve so harsh a sentencing that you were given.”

“I started the war,” says Michael blankly. She’s repeated this sentence many, many times.

“By your admissions in the court transcripts, you suggested a solution, and the captain agreed to its flagrant disrespect of Starfleet’s code.” Georgiou is standing again, and moving around to the front of her desk. She maintains a respectful distance around Michael, who is feeling distinctly dizzy. “This ship is outfitted to win a war, Burnham. It only needs the right people to help it to success.”

She needs—she needs to take this chance—fix mistakes—

“Probation. I—give me a probationary period. Any mistakes, I go back to prison.”

Georgiou frowns. “You ask this condition as though you were not going to be on probation.” The slight relief Burnham feels when she is reminded that Georgiou is a highly competent officer is actually immense. This is a net to prevent her from blowing up the galaxy again. This is good.

A hand extends, and Michael shakes it. The firm, warm grasp is a much-welcomed anchor.

“Let me show you around,” offers Georgiou with a smile.

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Key legal considerations on the standards of treatment of refugees recognized under the 1969 OAU Convention Governing the Specific Aspects of Refugee Problems in Africa

The following piece was published by the UNHCR on 19 December 2017.

1. The 1969 OAU Convention Governing the Specific Aspects of Refugee Problems in Africa (1969 OAU Convention) complements the 1951 Convention relating to the Status of Refugees and its 1967 Protocol (1951 Convention), which remain the universal and primary legal protection instruments for refugees.

2. The 1969 OAU Convention incorporates, in Article I(1), the 1951 Convention definition of a refugee contained in Article 1A(2) of the 1951 Convention, as amended by the 1967 Protocol (hereafter referred to as the 1951 Convention definition), and also elaborates on its application in different contexts. A principal purpose of the 1969 OAU Convention is to provide refugee protection in specific humanitarian situations, including large-scale arrivals of people fleeing situations or circumstances in their country of origin which fall within the OAU Convention’s Article I(2) criteria.

3. In applying Article I(1) and I(2) of the 1969 OAU Convention, the primacy of the 1951 Convention needs to be recalled, given its central legal position as the ‘basic and universal instrument relating to the status of refugees’, which is explicitly acknowledged in the OAU Convention itself. The 1969 OAU Convention, by contrast, addresses specific challenges faced by African countries in responding to refugee crises on the continent.

4. Most factual scenarios suggest the relevance and applicability of both the 1951 Convention definition and the 1969 OAU Convention Article I(2) definition to a person’s claim for refugee status. In limited situations, an individual may be a refugee under Article I(2) but not under the 1951 Convention definition, including where no causal link can be established between her or his fear of being persecuted and a Convention ground. In such circumstances, Article I(2) expands the potential range of persons eligible for refugee status.

5. In comparison to the 1951 Convention, the 1969 OAU Convention contains a more limited set of rights for refugees, ranging from protection from refoulement, voluntary repatriation and the issuance of a travel document. The 1969 OAU Convention does not – unlike the 1967 Protocol – explicitly incorporate the entire standard of treatment found in Articles 3 to 34 of the 1951 Convention.

6. For most refugees in Africa who are recognized under the 1969 OAU Convention, the limited package of rights included in the 1969 OAU Convention does not pose a significant problem in practice, as the majority of African Union Member States are party to both the 1951 Convention and/or its 1967 Protocol, as well as the 1969 OAU Convention. In these countries, refugees recognized under the 1969 OAU Convention, whether under Article I(1) or I(2), benefit from the 1951 Convention’s rights framework. 1969 OAU Convention refugees and 1951 Convention refugees are similarly situated, with indistinguishable status attached, regardless of the legal basis of their protection needs. A difference in treatment would be neither reasonable nor objectively justified, would disregard the complementary character of the 1969 OAU Convention, and would amount to discrimination. Moreover, the preamble of the 1969 OAU Convention recognizes the need and desire to establish common standards for the treatment of refugees.

7. However, African Union Member States that are not party to the 1951 Convention and/or its 1967 Protocol, or that have retained the former instrument’s geographical limitation, are not legally bound by the rights framework set out in the 1951 Convention. Nonetheless, the preamble of the 1969 OAU Convention calls upon Member States of the African Union to accede to the 1951 Convention and its 1967 Protocol and meanwhile to apply the provisions of the 1951 Convention to refugees in Africa. Further, refugees recognized under the 1969 OAU Convention by African Union Member States not party to the 1951 Convention and/or the 1967 Protocol are protected in accordance with international and regional human rights law.

8. The international legal framework for the protection of refugees comprises, inter alia, international refugee law as well as international human rights law. Of particular importance for Africa is the African Charter on Human and Peoples’ Rights (Banjul Charter), to which all Member States of the African Union are a party. The Banjul Charter contains a range of civil and political as well as economic, social and cultural rights applicable to every individual, irrespective of the person’s nationality or legal status and without distinction of any kind. As such, refugees benefit from the protection of the Banjul Charter with the exception of Article 13, which is owed explicitly to ‘citizens’. Of particular relevance for the protection of refugees, in comparison to the standard of treatment found in Articles 3 to 34 of the 1951 Convention, are: the prohibition of all forms of exploitation and degradation (Article 5); the right to liberty and security and the prohibition of arbitrary detention (Article 6); the right to freedom of movement and residence (Article 12(1)); the obligation for States only to expel a lawfully admitted non-national pursuant a decision taken in accordance with the law (Article 12(4)); the prohibition of mass expulsion (Article 12(5)); the right to access public services (Article 13(3)); the right to property (Article 14); the right to work under equitable and satisfactory conditions and with equal pay for equal work (Article 15); the right to health (Article 16); the right to education (Article 17); the right to family life (Article 18(1) and (2)); and the right to special measures corresponding with their needs for the elderly and persons with disabilities (Article 18(4)).

9. Further, Article 12(3) of the Banjul Charter provides that ‘[e]very individual shall have the right, when persecuted, to seek and obtain asylum in other countries in accordance with laws of those countries and international conventions’. As such, States Parties to the Banjul Charter are obliged to ensure full respect for the institution of asylum [Articles 5, 12(4), and 12(5)], including the principle of non-refoulement; admission to territory and access to fair and efficient asylum procedures; access to UNHCR; and the applicability of human rights law standards to people seeking asylum. Also, in accordance with Article 12(3), seeking asylum is not an unlawful act. However, in exercising the right to seek asylum, people are often compelled to arrive at, enter, or stay in a territory without authorisation or with no, insufficient, false or fraudulent documentation. They may, for example, be unable to obtain the necessary documentation in advance of their flight because of their fear of serious harm and/or the urgency of their departure. These factors, as well as the fact that refugees have often experienced traumatic events, need to be taken into account in determining whether any form of penalization can be applied, including restrictions on freedom of movement based on irregular entry or presence.37 In UNHCR’s view, the use of national laws and policies penalizing irregular entry and presence carries the risk that persons seeking asylum may not have access to fair asylum procedures and protection.

10. Also, under the heading ‘asylum’, Article II of the 1969 OAU Convention obliges African Union Member States to use their best endeavours consistent with their respective legislations to receive refugees and to secure the settlement of refugees who are unable or unwilling to return home. The ultimate goal of international protection is to achieve durable solutions for refugees.The 1969 OAU Convention [Articles V, II(1), II(4), II(5)] foresees in this regard the voluntary repatriation of refugees to their country of origin, or the (re-)settlement, in the asylum country or in a third country, of refugees who are unable or unwilling to return home. Of particular importance for the settlement of refugees are the granting of a secure legal status and a progressively wider range of rights and entitlements that are broadly commensurate with those enjoyed by nationals of the host country. The 1951 Convention, the 1969 OAU Convention and human rights instruments provide a useful legal framework for this.

11. Finally, under international law a State is required to ensure the effective implementation of its international legal obligations in good faith. In this regard, the 1969 OAU Convention [Article VII] requires AU Member States to provide information to the AU on the condition of refugees, the implementation of the Convention and – more broadly – on the laws, regulations and decrees in force relating to refugees. In addition, Member States are obliged to cooperate with UNHCR [Article VII, and preambular paragraph 11], including to ensure that the 1969 OAU Convention is the effective regional complement in Africa of the 1951 Convention and to allow UNHCR to exercise its international protection function under its mandate, including in countries that are not party to the 1951 Convention and/or 1967 Protocol.

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मेडिकल सांइस के संक्षिप्त शब्द Medical Science Shortcut Words

Medical Abbreviations List / हाॅस्पिटल, क्लेनिक में डाॅक्टर द्वारा मरीज उपचार एवं दवाईयों के लिए सम्बन्धित पर्चा, लेटर, डोक्यूमेंटस तैयार किया जाता है। जोकि हर कोई व्यक्ति आसानी से नहीं समझ पाता है। मरीज विवरण तैयार करने में डाॅक्टर/एक्सपर्ट मेडिकल भाषा में र्शाटकट कीवर्डस में विवरण लिखते हैं। जिसे उपचार सारणी बनने से लेकर ऑफिस रिकाॅर्ड के लिए रखा जाता है। मेडिकल सांइस में अकसर डाॅक्टर/एक्सपर्ट मरीज का सम्पूर्ण विवरण बहुत कम संकेतिक भाषा में रखते हैं, ताकि मरीज उपचार करने में आसानी हो, आसानी से दवाईयां, उपचार और सुझाव पूरी जानकारी एक मात्र कागज लिख सकें और उपचार में देरी ना हो। अधिक-से अधिक मरीजों की सम्पूर्ण जानकारी एक मात्र "डाॅक्टर पैड" में सलंग्न हो सके। और ज्यादा से ज्यादा मरीजों का उपचार शीघ्रता से हो सके। हाॅस्पिटल, क्लेनिक में डाॅक्टर/एक्सपर्ट की ड्यूटी शिफ्ट बदलने पर, दूसरे डाॅक्टर/एक्सपर्ट की गैरहाजरी में या मेडिकल शाॅप से उपचार हेतु दवाईयां, सर्जरी सामग्री या फिर बीमारी को समझना या उपचार से जुड़ी बारीकियों को जानने में आसानी बनी रहे। इस सभी उपरोक्त वजहों से डाॅक्टर/एक्सपर्ट संकेतिक भाषा का प्रयोग करते हैं। जिनहें Medical Abbreviations कहा जाता है। मेडिकल सांइस से जुड़े सभी Antimicrobial, Mechanism और Organism के Abbreviations / र्शाटकट वर्डस विस्तार से निम्न प्रकार हैं। जोकि बहुत ही हेल्पफुल हैं। डाॅक्टर और मेडिकल से जुड़ी संकेतिक भाषा जानकारी का आसानी से पता लगा सकते हैं। CARE SHORTCUT KEYS AXR = abdominal x-ray BAC = blood alcohol content BC = birth control BE = barium enema BMT = bone marrow transplant Bx = biopsy BRP = bathroom privileges CPR = cardiopulmonary resuscitation CXR = chest x-ray ECC = emergency cardiac care ECG or EKG = electrocardiogram ECMO = Extracorporeal membrane oxygenation ECT = Electroconvulsive therapy ECV = External cephalic version FB = Foreign body FNA = Fine needle aspiration FOBT = Fecal occult blood testing GLT = Glucose loading test GTT = Glucose tolerance test H20 = Water I&D = Incision and drainage IM = Intramuscular I&O = Intake and output IV = Intravenous IUPC = Intrauterine pressure catheter In vitro = In the laboratory In vivo = In the body KUB = Kidney, ureter, bladder (x-ray) OGTT = Oral glucose tolerance test PAP = Pulmonary artery pressure; Papanicolaou test PEEP = Positive end expiratory pressure PT = Physical therapy T&C = Type and cross (blood) TPA = Tissue plasminogen activator (dissolve clots), total parenteral alimentation UA = Urinalysis US = Ultrasound XRT = External radiation therapy BODY DESCRIPTION SHORTCUT KEYS ABD = Abdomen AD = Right ear AL = Left ear AU = Both ears BMD = Bone mass density BMI = Body mass index BMR = Basal metabolic rate CBD = Common bile duct CBF = Cerebral blood flow FL = Femur length FROM = Free range of motion HC = Head circumference IBW = Ideal body weight LLL = Left lower lobe LLQ = Left lower quadrant LUL = Left upper lobe LUQ = Left upper quadrant LV = Left ventricle OD = Right eye OS = Left eye OU = Both eyes PNS = Peripheral nervous system RA = Right atrium RUL = Right upper lobe RUQ = Right upper quadrant RV = Right ventricle, residual volume TLC = Total lung capacity UE = Upper extremity WT = Weight DIAGNOSIS & CONDITION SHORTCUT KEYS ADHD = Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder AF = Acid-fast AIDS = Acquired immune deficiency syndrome A&O = Alert and oriented AOB = Alcohol on breath ARDS = Adult respiratory distress syndrome ARF = Acute renal failure, acute rheumatic fever BAD = Bipolar affective disorder BM = Bowel movement BP = Blood pressure CA = Cancer CAB = Carotid artery bruit CABG = Coronary artery bypass graft CAD = Coronary artery disease CBC = Complete blood count CF = Cystic fibrosis C/F = Chills, fever COVID 19 = Corona Virus CFT = Complement fixation testing CHD = Congenital heart disease CHF = Congestive heart failure COLD = Chronic obstructive lung disease COPD = Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease CP = Chest pain CP = Cerebral palsy C/S = Cesarean section CV = Cardiovascular CVA = Cerebral vascular accident (stroke) DTR = Deep tendon reflex DVT = Deep venous thrombosis Dx = Diagnosis EBL = Estimated blood loss EBV = Epstein-Barr virus EC = Eye contact ECASA = Enteric coated acetylsalicylic acid EGC = Early gastric cancer FAS = Fetal alcohol syndrome FB = Foreign body F/C = Fever, chills FEF = Forced expiratory flow FHR= Fetal heart rate FM = Fetal movement FRC = Functional residual capacity FSE = Fetal scalp electrode FSH = Follicle stimulating hormone FT = Full term FX = Fracture GA = Gestational age GH = Growth hormone GHRH = Growth hormone releasing hormone GI = Gastrointestinal GLT = Glucose loading test GSW = Gunshot wound GTT = Glucose tolerance test GU = Genitourinary HA = Headache HA = Hemolytic anemia HAV = Hepatitis A virus HBV = Hepatitis B virus Hb = Hemoglobin HCV = Hepatitis C virus HDL = High density lipoprotein HDV = Hepatitis D virus HIV = Human immunodeficiency virus HPA = Hypothalamic suppression test HR = Heart rate HTN = Hypertension IBD = Inflammatory bowel disease IBS = Inflammatory bowel syndrome ICP = Intracranial pressure IDDM = Insulin dependent diabetes mellitus IPF = Idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis IUI = Intrauterine insemination IUP = Intrauterine pregnancy IVF = In vitro fertilization IVIG = Intravenous immune globulin IVP = Intravenous push JCV = JC virus JRA = Juvenile rheumatoid arthritis JVD = Jugular venous distension KS = Kaposi sarcoma LAD = Leukocyte adhesion deficiency LBP = Ower back pain LBW = Low birth weight LIH = Left inguinal hernia LOF = Loss of fluid MD = Muscular dystrophy MR = Mental retardation MS = Multiple sclerosis NAD = No acute distress Nat/O = Birth NIDDM = Non-insulin dependent diabetes mellitus NM = Neuromuscular N/V = Nausea vomiting NVD = Normal vaginal delivery OCD = Obsessive compulsive disorder ON = Optic neuritis OSA = Obstructive sleep apnea PD = Parkinson's disease PE = Pulmonary embolism PKD = Polycystic kidney disease PID = Pelvic inflammatory disease PIH = Pregnancy induced hypertension PMS = Premenstrual syndrome PTSD = Post-traumatic stress disorder RA = Rheumatoid arthritis RAD = Reactive airway disease RDS = Respiratory distress syndrome REM = Rapid eye movements RHD = Rheumatic heart disease RXN = Reaction SAB = Spontaneous abortion SBO = Small bowel obstruction SBS = Shaken baby syndrome SOB = Shortness of breath STD = Sexually transmitted disease TAH = Total abdominal hysterectomy TB = Tuberculosis TBI = Traumatic brain injury TGA = Transient global amnesia UC = Ulcerative colitis UO = Urine output URI = Upper respiratory infection UTI = Urinary tract infection VB = Vaginal bleeding VBAC = Vaginal birth after caesarean section VF = Ventricular fibrillation VH = Vaginal hysterectomy, hallucination VIP = Voluntary interruption of pregnancy COMMUNICATION SHORTCUT KEYS AA = Amino acid ABG = Arterial blood gas ADM = Admission, admitted ALS = Advanced life support, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis AMA = Against medical advice, American Medical Association ASAP = As soon as possible A&W = Alive and well C = Centigrade, celsius CC = Cubic centimeter, chief complaint, critical care, complications, carbon copy C/O = Complains of, care of CO2 = Carbon dioxide D/C = Discontinue or discharge DNR = Do not resuscitate DO = Disorder DOA = Dead on arrival or date of admission DOB = Date of birth DOT = Directly observed therapy DSM = Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders EDC = Estimated date of confinement EDD = Estimated delivery date EGA = Estimated gestational age ER = Emergency room F = Fahrenheit H&P = History & physical examination HPI = History of present illness H/O = History of HR = Heart rate or hour HS = Hour of sleep (bedtime) ICU = Intensive care unit ID = Infectious diseases IP = Inpatient IQ = Intelligence quotient IU = International units MCO = Managed care organization MG = milligram MVA = motor vehicle accident ML = milliliter NKDA = no known drug allergies NTG = nitroglycerin O2 = oxygen OPD = outpatient department P = pulse Post-op = postoperative (after surgery) Pre-op = preoperative (before surgery) PA or PT = patient PCP = primary care physician RBC = red blood cell RF = risk factor S = without (sans) SX = symptoms S/S = signs and symptoms STAT = immediately T = temperature TPR = temperature, pulse, respiration USOH = usual state of health VS = vital signs VSS = vital signs stable WB = whole blood WBC = white blood cell WNL = within normal limits MECHANISM SHORTCUT KEYS beta-lactamase = blac ESBL, all types = esbl ESBL, CTX-M type = esbl_ctxm mecA gene = mecA methicillin resistant = metR mupA gene = mupA ORGANISM SHORTCUT KEYS Alpha-haemolytic streptococcus = as Beta-haemolytic streptococcus = bs Coagulase-negative staphylococcus = cn Enterobacte = re Enterococcus = ec Escherichia coli = eo Klebsiell = ak Proteea = ep Pseudomonas = ps Serratia = gn Staphylococcus aureus = st Streptococcus pneumoniae = pn ANTIMICROBIAL SHORTCUT KEYS amoxicillin = amx amoxicillin/clavulanate = amc amikacin = amk ampicillin = amp azithromycin = azm cefaclor = cec cefotaxime = ctx cefoxitin = fox ceftaroline = cpt ceftazidime = caz ceftazidime/avibactam = cza ceftobiprole = bpr ceftolozane/tazobactam = c_t cefuroxime = cxm ciprofloxacin = cip clarithromycin = clr clindamycin = cli colistin = cst dalbavancin = dal daptomycin = dap doripenem = dor ertapenem = etp erythromycin = ery faropenem = far fusidic acid = fus gemifloxacin = gem gentamicin = gen imipenem = ipm imipenem/relebactam= ipr levofloxacin = lvx linezolid = lzd meropenem = mem metronidazole = mtz minocycline = min moxifloxacin = mxf mupirocin = mup oxacillin = oxa penicillin = pen piperacillin/tazobactam =tzp rifampicin = rif solithromycin = sol teicoplanin = tec telavancin = tlv telithromycin = tel tetracycline = tet tigecycline = tgc tobramycin = tob trimethoprim = tmp trimethoprim-sulphamethoxazole = sxt vancomycin = van

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Social Activism in Austria

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Soziales Engagement in Österreich- wie viele Möglichkeiten gibt es? Aus eigener Erfahrung kann ich sagen: viel mehr als man ursprünglich vermuten würde. Großteils durch Zufall und Interesse, teilweise durch gezielte Werbe- und Rekrutierungsaktionen bin ich in die Szene hineingezogen worden, die mein Leben bis heute stark prägt. Ich möchte euch die zwei Projekte und Organisationen vorstellen, bei denen ich lange tätig war beziehungsweise immer noch regelmäßig tätig bin, um einen kleinen Einblick in das große Angebot zu geben:

#1 Das Rote Kreuz wird in Österreich meist mit Blaulicht und Krankenwagen assoziiert. Tatsächlich ist der Rettungsdienst der wohl größte Zuständigkeitsbereich des Österreichischen Roten Kreuzes- anders als in vielen anderen Ländern, wo die Organisation vor allem im sozialen Bereich tätig ist. Was viele nicht wissen ist, dass das Rote Kreuz viel mehr zu bieten hat als nur die Ausbildung zum Sanitäter, der im Rettungsauto fährt. Neben dem Jugendrotkreuz, welches sich auf die Ausbildung von Kindern und Jugendlichen zu Ersthelfern spezialisiert und auch ein umfangreiches Angebot an sozialen Projekten aufweist, kann man ab einer festgelegten Altersgrenze und absolvierter Ausbildung auch in der Krisenintervention, der Bergrettung oder sogar in der Rettungshundestaffel tätig werden! Es gibt auch Möglichkeiten, selbst überlegte Projektideen mit logistischer und finanzieller Hilfe des Roten Kreuzes umzusetzen! Des Weiteren gibt es Projekte wie „time4friends“, die gerade für junge Erwachsene im Alter von 14 bis 20 Jahren ausgelegt sind, die ernst genommen werden möchten und bereit sind, viel Eigenverantwortung zu übernehmen. Auch die „Team Österreich Tafel“ ist sehr interessant- war aber erst einmal schnuppern ; ) Ich selber bin jetzt bereits seit 6 Jahren beim Jugendrotkreuz tätig, habe an einigen Kursen teilgenommen und mitgeholfen, Rot-Kreuz bezogene Events an meiner Schule umzusetzen. Mehr Informationen zum Österreichischen Roten Kreuz findest du hier: https://www.roteskreuz.at/jugend/jugendgruppen/ (Rote Task-Leiste nicht übersehen!)

#2 Die youngcaritas ist die Nachwuchsorganisation der bekannten Hilfsorganisation Caritas, die in Österreich vor allem im sozialen Bereich tätig ist. Sie ist die optimale Möglichkeit für Jugendliche und junge Erwachsene, die keine Zeit oder Lust haben, sich für ein regelmäßig stattfindendes Programm anzumelden, sondern lieber flexibel und ungebunden bleiben möchten. Nachdem man sich online für das „actionpool“ angemeldet hat, bekommt man (in der Regel) alle paar Wochen eine Email mit verschiedenen Angeboten zugeschickt. Diese sind sehr verschieden und reichen von der Mithilfe in der Suppenküche oder dem Ausmalen von einem Frauenwohnheim bis hin zu Kursen zu Themen wie „Armut in Österreich“ und anderen Schulungen (die teilweise sogar im Ausland stattfinden). Da bei fast jeder Aktion verschiedene Leute mitmachen ist es außerdem eine gute Möglichkeit, Gleichgesinnte kennenzulernen und neue Freunde zu finden während man etwas für andere tut. Es gibt auch (wie beim Roten Kreuz) einige Aktionen wie „72 Stunden ohne Kompromiss“, bei denen ganze Klassen oder gar Schulen eingebunden werden können. Mehr dazu findest du hier: https://www.youngcaritas.at/

Greenpeace, Die Roten Nasen und Amnesty International sind auch ein paar sehr bekannte Organisationen, bei denen freiwillige Helfer gefragt und gesucht sind. Wer besonders viel Mut hat, kann auch bei der Freiwilligen Feuerwehr oder bei der Feuerwehrjugend (ja, die gibt’s auch) tätig werden. Schlussendlich finde ich, dass es doch einen großen Unterschied macht, ob man sich durch eine Organisation oder auf eigene Faust sozial engagiert. Letzteres ist doch die persönlichere, tiefgreifendere Art, bei der man am meisten lernt (und auch am meisten Fehler macht haha). Zum Thema „Eigeninitiative“ schreibe ich aber einen eigenen Eintrag- Stichwort Sankt Gabriel. Schon gespannt? ; )

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Activism and community service in Austria- how many options are there? Speaking from experience, I can say that there are more than you might think. Partly through coincidence and interest, partly through recruitment campaigns, I have become involved in the scene which has so deeply shaped my life. I would like to give you a small taste of the many opportunities which stand open to you by introducing you to two organizations in which I have been involved for a long time (and still am involved):

#1 The Red Cross is mostly associated with ambulances, flashing lights and sirens in Austria. And indeed- different than in most countries, emergency medical service constitutes by far the biggest field of responsibility of the Austrian Red Cross. What most people don´t know is that this well-known organization has much more to offer than just the instruction as a paramedic. Apart from the Red Cross Youth, which is specialized in training children and teenagers to act quickly in case of emergency and instructing them in First Aid, it is possible for adults to participate in First Aid courses or even to be trained as crisis interventionists, alpine paramedics and so on (the age of admission to these activities varies from course to course). There are also many possibilities to get socially active with the Red Cross- projects like “time4friends” are perfectly cut out for young, ambitious teenagers (from the age of 14 and on) who want to be taken seriously and are ready to accept responsibility or the “Team Österreich Tafel” for activists of all ages who don´t want to see food being wasted. Furthermore, there is a possibility to implement one´s own ideas with logistical and financial support of the Red Cross. I myself have been active as a member of the Red Cross Youth for more than 6 years now, have taken part in many courses and have helped to organize some Red-Cross-Events at my school. Sounds cool? ; ) Find more information about the Red Cross here: https://www.roteskreuz.at/jugend/jugendgruppen/ (mind the red task-panel!)

#2 The youngcaritas is the lesser known youth movement of the famous “Caritas”, an organization which is most active in social welfare. This is the perfect opportunity for teenagers and young adults who want a flexible option for social activism that does not involve regular meetings or permanent commitment. After signing up for the “action-pool” online, emails are sent to you on a semi-regular basis (every few weeks) with a few options (painting a refugee-residence, taking a walk with senior citizens, cooking in a soup kitchen etc.) to which you can sign up (or not). There are usually also a few courses and instruction seminaries to topics such as “Poverty in Austria”. Because there are many irregular actionpoolers and it is uncommon to meet a fellow actionpooler more than twice (unless you have decided to participate together), it is also a very interesting way to meet new people from different cultural backgrounds and, of course, also a good way to learn German and become accustomed to Austrian lifestyle and society. There are also (as at the Red Cross) activities that a whole class or even school can participate in (“72 hours without compromise / 72 Stunden ohne Kompromiss”). Find out more about the youngcaritas and sign up for the actionpool here: https://www.youngcaritas.at/

Greenpeace, “Die Roten Nasen” and Amnesty International are also well-known organizations that are looking for motivated activists and volunteers. If you are looking for a thrill and are especially brave, you can also check out the “Freiwillige Feuerwehr” (“Voluntary Firefighters”) and their youth organization. In the end, I like to volunteer through organizations, but it is definitely a different experience than organizing a grassroots initiative of your own. The latter is a much more personal experience from which you can learn a lot (by making many mistakes haha). But I want to devote a separate blog post to the topic “grassroot initiative”- I´ll leave you with the teaser “Sankt Gabriel”. Curious? Read more next time ; )

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Jamie Oliver: Meghan Markle, Prince Harry snub celebrity chef's wedding offer - NEWS.com.au

Best-selling cookbooks, endless TV spots and an international restaurant chain with his name above the door … it was all going so well for Jamie Oliver.

But this week Jamie revealed he was snubbed by Prince Harry and Meghan when he offered to serve up the food at their wedding back in May.

Appearing as a guest on UK TV show Sunday Brunch, Jamie claimed he wrote to the royal couple offering his services, but never received a response, The Sun reported.

He said: “I did actually write and say if they want the food sorted I would bring the best of British and American chefs together to do the catering.

“I didn’t get a reply. That is a true story.”

Asked by host Tim Lovejoy if it was because he was going to charge too much, Jamie hit back: “No, I would have done it for free!”’

He went on: “You know, I like a bit of a moment. I would have got all the American gang over and got all the British dudes … It would have been the best brigade of kitchen ever.”

The kitchen sensation first bounded onto screens back in 1999 with his own TV show The Naked Chef and the 42-year-old has built an impressive culinary empire in the decades since.

But the royal snub comes on the tail end of a host of bad luck for the chef.

In March last year, his Barbecoa steakhouse chain crumbled to reveal £7 million ($A12.6 million) of debt, and weeks after, he was criticised for agreeing a £5 million ($A9 million deal with oil giant Shell — despite years of environmental campaigning.

And it appears as if punters are also going cold on Jamie’s Italian, the celebrity chef’s biggest restaurant chain. The Australian arm collapsed in April last year and in the UK it has racked up a staggering £71 million ($A127 million) worth of debt, including £2.2 million ($A3.95 million) in wages owed to staff.

As part of a deal with creditors, Jamie — who is still worth a whopping £240 million ($A432 million) and lives in a £9 million ($A16.22 million) north London house — agreed to shut 12 of his 25 sites, with eight more struggling outlets forced to ask for rent reductions to stand a chance of staying open.

Behind that cheeky grin, it’s all starting to look a bit sour for the Naked Chef.

Stefan Chomka, editor of Big Hospitality magazine, explained where it all started to go wrong for Jamie’s restaurants.

“People have high expectations when they eat in one of his restaurants and this has proven hard for the company to manage and maintain as it has grown — and in the face of rising costs,” he said.

“While I’m sure people don’t expect that Jamie will actually be cooking their food when they eat in a Jamie’s Italian, his association with the brand is very strong and this can lead to disappointment if they feel they haven’t had the best experience.

“When Jamie’s Italian opened a decade ago it felt like it was offering something new.

“However, the company, by its own admission, did become a bit too complacent over the past few years and failed to keep up with fresh competition, with its rivals offering a similar experience but at lower prices.”

Jamie was also forced to defend his brother-in-law, Paul Hunt, who he employed as CEO and was branded a “bully” by insiders.

When Barbecoa was set to close, leaving £6.7 million ($A12 million) of unpaid bills, Jamie was slammed for owing money to independent suppliers.

THE GLORY DAYS

Flash back just a few years and you could find Jamie all over our screens — as well as on the Sunday Times Under 30 Rich List — buoyed by endless TV appearances and advertising deals.

His TV career kicked off purely by chance: Jamie was working at The River Cafe in Fulham, which just happened to be the subject of BBC documentary Christmas At The River Cafe.

Producers fell for his mockney accent and blokey style, and he was served up to the public as an inspiration for fellas put off by the complexity of cooking.

His first show The Naked Chef was an instant hit, as was his debut cookbook, both out in 1999.

More spin-off shows followed, and with them came Jamie’s first crusade, demanding that schools offer healthier lunch choices to combat the obesity epidemic.

He started cropping up during the ad breaks as well, selling everything from Tefal pans to Hello Fresh food delivery boxes.

Meanwhile, an 11-year partnership with UK supermarket chain Sainsbury’s, from 2000 to 2011, netted him an estimated £1.2 million pounds per year.

After scooping up an MBE (Member of the British Empire) in 2003, Jamie’s opinions on school dinners became government policy, and he went on to set up Fifteen, a restaurant which teaches culinary skills to disadvantaged adults.

Next came Jamie’s Italian, which boasted 42 UK branches at its peak and was franchised around the world, including Australia.

The chain’s 2008 launch was followed in 2009 by the opening of Jamie’s first Recipease cooking school-slash-deli, and a pair of London Barbecoa branches sprung up soon after in 2011.

All the while, Jamie kept on notching up TV appearances, waging his crusade against school dinners and pumping out recipe books faster than you can say “wagyu beef”.

But controversy brewed with Sainsbury’s, and Jamie’s employer turned on him after he slammed parents who give their kids junk food in their lunch boxes.

A DOG’S DINNER

In 2014, food hygiene inspectors came across mouse droppings, out-of-date cuts and mouldy carcasses in the St Paul’s Barbecoa, leading to a voluntary 24-hour closure of the site and the awarding of a stomach-churning one out of five food hygiene rating.

A year later, Recipease collapsed, with the final store closing on Christmas Eve 2015.

Closures at Jamie’s Italian (which Oliver blamed in part on Brexit) mean the flagship chain is also looking a bit past its use-by date.

Chomka said: “While having the name of such a high-profile person as Jamie Oliver above the door brings with it enormous opportunities, it also comes with challenges.

“And in a marketplace as competitive as the Italian casual dining sector you can’t afford to be second best.”

While things aren’t looking all roses with his restaurants, Jamie’s books are still selling well — one part of his empire which is still thriving long after the glory days have ended.

Despite losing out on the Christmas number one spot to David Walliams’ kids’ book, Bad Dad, his latest recipe collection, 5 Ingredients, was one of last year’s UK bestsellers.

But on all other fronts, Jamie’s personal wealth has plummeted.

He has reportedly lost £90 million ($A167 million) since his peak in 2014, frittering a huge chunk of his fortune away on bad investments.

“I didn’t know enough about the realities of business and all the grown-up stuff that revolves around a man,” he told The Times.

NAKED CHEF LAID BARE

Back when The Naked Chef first aired, Jamie was such a sensation that he ended up cooking lunch for then-PM Tony Blair at 10 Downing Street.

Today, the unlikely pair have more in common than just that lunch: Jamie is also anti-Brexit.

Jamie’s big fight is focused on one key issue, a sugar tax, in the belief that inflated prices will put us off scoffing too many sweet treats.

Understandably, not everyone is so keen on the idea of more expensive soft drinks and pricier cakes.

Wetherspoons boss Tim Martin, for one, blames Jamie’s decision to charge more for sugary drinks at Jamie’s Italian for the recent problems at his own restaurants.

“Jamie Oliver’s sugar tax, which he got us to pay, is costing us £3 million ($A5.4 million),” the Brexiteer businessman fumed.

For some of Jamie’s critics, it’s a touch of hypocrisy which tips his persona from cheeky to smarmy.

They argue he shouldn’t demand that schools stop having bake sales, for health reasons, but still serve up high-calorie desserts in his own stores.

The chef also rubbed people up the wrong way when he claimed poor and fat people think “in a different gear”, so his “middle-class logic” may not work on them.

He’s managed to annoy some of his competitors as well, and a long-running feud with foul-mouthed Kitchen Nightmares star Gordon Ramsay boiled over into a blistering public row last year.

The pair are no longer talking after Jamie appeared to make remarks about having a bigger family than Gordon, forgetting about the recent miscarriage suffered by his rival’s wife.

And it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time Jamie had the knives out, after a suggestion Jamie made that his sweary competitor is like a dementia sufferer.

Away from the headlines, Jamie Oliver’s mountains of business debt will be sure to leave a sour taste for the small companies he owes cash to — and the employees who aren’t getting paid.

While he may still have millions, it’s fair to say from the closure of his restaurants and opposition to his tax plans that he’s no longer flavour of the month.

This article originally appeared on The Sun and was reproduced with permission

Source: https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/real-life/snubbed-by-meghan-and-harry-and-167m-down-the-pan-how-it-all-went-wrong-for-jamie-oliver/news-story/e6dfda60b4ccd81cfe5ab65cb989e05c

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Overview on Education In Canada

Education In CanadaCitizens Education System In Canada:

Canadian children attend kindergarten (pre-nursery education) for one or two years at the age of four or five on a voluntary basis. All children begin Grade One at about six years of age. The School year normally runs from September through the following June but in some instances, January intake dates are possible. Secondary Schools go up to Grades 11 or 12, depending on the province. From there, students may attend University, college or Cégep studies. Cégep is a French acronym for College of General and Vocational Education, and it is two years of general or three years of technical education between high School and University. The province of Québec has the Cégep system.

Post secondary education (Higher Institution in Canada):

Postsecondary education in Canada is available in both Governments supported and private Institutions, which offer Degrees, Masters, Diplomas, Certificates, and attestations which depends on the nature of the Institution and the length of the program for which one is interested in. In Canada, the Postsecondary environment has advanced during the past few years, as Universities are no longer the only degree-awarding Institutions in some jurisdictions. A recognized Post Secondary Institution is a private or a public institution that has been given full authority to award degrees, diplomas, and other credentials by a public or private act of the provincial or territorial legislature or through a Government-mandated quality assurance mechanism. Degree-granting Institutions in Canada focus on teaching and research. In 2004–05, Canadian Universities performed $8.9 billion worth of research and development, close to 35 percent of the national total.

In Canada, degrees are obtainable at three consecutive levels:

Students enter at the bachelor's level after having completed the Secondary School or the two-year cégep program in Quebec successfully. Most Universities also have special entrance requirements and paths for mature students. Bachelor's degrees normally require three or four years of full-time study, depending on the province and whether the program is general or specialized.

A master's degree normally requires two years of study after the bachelor's degree in Canadian universities. This also depends on the course of study.

For a doctoral degree, three to five years of additional study and research plus a dissertation are the normal requirements.

Please Note: Canadian universities and colleges are very flexible.

If you want to change programs later, usually you can.

If you want to combine two programs, there are hundreds of possibilities like communication studies and computer science or biology and psychology, or business and economics, usually you can.

If you want to get two degrees at the same time, that is possible too!

Canada World Ranking in education

Canada is now the most educated country in the world, according to a recent report by the Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD).Canada is the only nation where more than half of all adults had a tertiary education (Postsecondary education.) in 2010. After Canada comes Israel ( 45 percent) and Japan ( 44 percent).Other countries in the Top 10 bracket and the percentages of their citizens with Postsecondary education are: United States (41 percent), New Zealand (40 Percent) and South Korea (39 Percent). Norway, United Kingdom, Australia and Finland run neck and neck with 37 percent of their citizens having attained Postsecondary education.

Institutions Count in Canada:

Canada has about 163 recognized (well known)public and private Universities (including theological Schools) and 183 recognized public Colleges and institutes, including those granting applied and bachelor's degrees. In addition to the recognized Institutions, there are 68 Universities-level Institutions and 51 college-level ones operating as authorized Institutions, in which only selected programs are approved under provincially established quality assurance programs.

General Admission Process Requirements:

Though admission process and requirements vary from institution to institution in Canada, here we'll discuss about the most general procedures and requirements to get admission in Canadian universities. Undergraduate requirements Undergraduate requirements depend on the type of institution one chooses, this is usually in form of prerequisites and assessments guiding the processes involved in a certain university to offer an academic degree, which varies in different ways depending on if the student is a foreigner or a permanent resident. For admission in undergraduate level, student must have completed twelve years of academic education, but for postgraduate level it is sixteen years. Below you can find undergraduate requirements for most Canadian Tertiary Institutions. All applicants to undergraduate programs must submit:

A completed application form;

An official high school transcript (or attested copy) (if applicable);

Official transcripts from all post-secondary institutions attended (if any);

A detailed chronological résumé to demonstrate educational achievements, work experience, progression, community involvement, volunteer experience, and other related experience; and

A Letter of Intent (LOI) that clearly explains why the applicant is applying and outlines the student’s academic intentions.

Applicants who completed high school or any post-secondary studies outside Canada must also submit:

Documentation confirming their high school completion was awarded, if not already indicated on official transcripts; and

Proof of English language proficiency as specified in the “English Language Proficiency” section.

Languages:

Finally it is important for you to know that major languages used in Canada are English and French. But most of the universities offer courses in English language. So you need to show your efficiency by means of English Language tests. IELTS is most widely recognized and accepted English language test in Canada, however, some universities even accepts TOEFL. The score that you must obtain in these language tests vary from institution to institution and course of study students choose. Some universities even seek for other medium of English language test assessment. For management students, students may be asked for two years of work experience before being admitted to the university. In most of the cases GMAT is compulsory for MBA students.

Graduates Requirements

Graduate requirements depend on the type of institution one chooses, this is usually in form of prerequisites and assessments guiding the processes involved in a certain university to offer an academic Master’s degree or further studies, which varies in different ways depending on if the student is a foreigner or a permanent resident. Below you can find the general graduate requirements for most institutions.

A completed application form;

Official transcripts from all post-secondary institutions attended;

Official documentation confirming professional designations, where applicable;

Two (2) letters of academic reference attesting to readiness for graduate studies; For those without recent academic experience, letters from employers attesting to management level experience and analytical writing skills will be acceptable;

A detailed chronological résumé clearly outlining educational achievements, work experience and progression, and other related experience; and

A Letter of Intent (LOI) that clearly explains why the applicant is applying and outlines the student’s academic intentions.

Applicants who completed undergraduate studies outside Canada must also submit:

Documentation confirming their degree was awarded, if not already indicated on official transcripts;

A credential evaluation from a recognized service confirming equivalency if the applicant submits a credential from an unrecognized institution or if additional analysis is required by the Admissions Committee; and

Proof of English language proficiency.

Note: Where transcripts are in a language other than English, the applicant must provide a notarized English translation of the original transcripts from a certified translator or on official letterhead stationery from the secondary school plus an official original transcript from the institution to the UCW Registrar.

scholarship programs in Canada

Canada is committed to participation in international study and research partnerships that build understanding among peoples, develop global citizens and leaders, and contribute to the development of nations.

Foreign Affairs and International Trade Canada (DFAIT) is responsible for the Government of Canada's participation in major International Scholarship Programs. DFAIT provides support to international scholars in Canada, which is often reciprocated by foreign governments which support Canadian scholars in their countries.

Work and Study In Canada

It is possible to work in Canada, while you are here as a student, under any Citizenship and Immigration Canada’s (CIC’s) work programs for students. In most cases, you will need to apply for a student work permit. Working in Canada can go a long way towards helping you establish business contacts for the future and can even help you immigrate after graduation. You may work on campus at the institution where you study without a work permit if you are;

A full-time student at a public post-secondary institution, such as a college or university, or a collège d’enseignement général et professionnel (CEGEP) in Quebec.

A full-time student at a private post-secondary institution that operates under the same rules and regulations as a public institution, and receives at least 50 percent of its financing for its overall operations from government grants (currently only private college-level educational institutions in Quebec qualify).

A full-time student at a Canadian private institution authorized by provincial statute to confer degrees..

Off Campus

You can also work on campus if you have a valid study permit, You can also work off campus but you must have a work permit. The work permit authorizes you to work up to 20 hours per week during regular academic sessions, and full time during scheduled breaks (for example, winter and summer holidays, and spring break). A work permit does not guarantee that you will find a job. It is your responsibility to look for work. Even if you work off campus, your studies must be the main reason you are in Canada.

University and College Programs

In Canada, there are more than 11,000 undergraduate and graduate degree programs offered in Universities, as well as professional degree programs and Certificates. Most Institutions provide instruction in either English or French; others offer instruction in both official languages. In Canada, Colleges and institutes offer a range of vocation-oriented programs in a wide variety of professional and technical fields, including business, health, applied arts, technology, and social services. Some of the Institutions are specialized and provide training in a single field such as fisheries, arts, paramedical technology, and agriculture. Colleges also provide literacy and academic upgrading programs, pre-employment and pre-apprenticeship programs, and the in-class portions of registered apprenticeship programs. As well, many different workshops, short programs, and upgrades for skilled workers and professionals are made available for students.

Guide Lines to Applying for Admission in Canadian Universities

If you want to apply for admission in any Canadian Universities or Colleges! It is advisable you ask yourself these questions; a. Have I made the necessary researches I needed to? b. Are the people I contacted really professions and would be willing to help me all the way? c. Have I selected a course of my choice? d. How long is the duration of my course of choice? As many courses may last longer than you expect. e. What are the necessary steps to obtaining my Visa or study permit? f. Where is Canada Located in the world? g. What is the climate (weather) condition of the country h. How much do I have in my bank account? i. How will I sustain myself when I get there? j. What is the type of food they have over there? k. What is my source of income? l. How can I cope with the standard of education there? m. What language do they instruct with? n. If my primary language is English, how fluent am I in it? o. What is my qualification? p. What is my academic assessment? q. Where can I get expert advice or counseling on all my dealings? r. Have I really decided? s. What do I need to know about the country? t. How is my country going to assist me in all my processes? u. Will my age determine my studies? v. What is the cost of living there? w. Which institution is the best I can afford? x. Do I have attitude problems? y. What do I think will be my major challenge when I get there? z. And finally how and where do I start now?

If you have answers to the above questions, then you are likely to be on track. Please contact us for the for more information because we are here to guide you through the whole process.

More on Work and study in Canada:

Studying in Canada means you can also work while studying. You can even get a three-year work permit after graduation if you apply for it. The basic fat is that it is not too difficult to become a permanent resident after graduation. If you want, it is also possible to become a Canadian permanent Citiizen as soon as 2 years after your graduation! You may be able to work on or off campus in Canada while you are there as a student. There may also be limited employment opportunities for graduate students, such as teaching assistantships or research assistantships; if you are studying for a master's degree or a Ph.D., You may be able to work at your Institution as a teaching or research assistant. You should inquire about this possibility when you apply for admission.

Distance education:

There are many Canadian Universities and Colleges that offer courses and programs online. This is for the advantage of those who would not afford going to Canada for studies or those who would want to acquire extra Knowledge about their chosen profession without having to travel all the way to Canada. If you are not able to go to Canada, you can earn a recognized Canadian degree, diploma, or certificate without leaving home. More information about on-line and distance education is available at Canadian Universities.

Working in Canada after Graduation

If you want to work after completing your studies in Canada, you may be eligible to apply for a post-graduation work permit. The following programs can help facilitate this process for eligible candidates: The Post-Graduate Work Program This is the program that allows international students who have graduated from a participating Canadian post-secondary institution (University or College) to gain valuable Canadian work experience through a special work permit issued for the length of the study program, up to 3 years. You will be Eligible if you:

Studied full time in Canada.

Graduated from a public post-secondary institution, a private post-secondary institution, or a private institution authorized by provincial statute to confer degrees.

Studied in a program that was at least 8 months long.

Applied for the work permit within 90 days of receiving written confirmation that you have completed your academic program.

Have received notification that you are eligible to obtain your degree, diploma or certificate.

Have a valid study permit when you apply.

The Canadian Experience Class This program allows international students who have graduated from a participating Canadian post-secondary institution (University or College) to apply to permanently stay in Canada. In order to qualify, you must already be familiar with Canadian society, be able to communicate in English or French, have qualifying work experience, and also be able to contribute to the Canadian economy. You will be eligible if you:

Plan to live outside of the province of Quebec.

Graduated from a Canadian post-secondary institution with at least 1 year of full-time (or equivalent) skilled work experience in Canada.

Gained work experience in Canada with the proper work or study authorization.

Submitted your application while working in Canada - or - within 1 year of leaving your job in Canada.

Have completed an independent language assessment (from an agency designated by Citizenship and Immigration Canada)

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hallowsden · 1 year

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Vague idea of how "Janus Astrophel" looks like exactly

Might do a digital piece later

#Voluntary Admissions AU #Danny Fenton #Janus Astrophel #danny goes by janus here #dc x dp #dp x dc #Arkham Danny #Did I give Danny a similar looking scar like Clockwork? yep #why? why not #he be a lanky duder #ghost powers bleed through his human part #and the collar on his neck sorta balances it and keeps it stable while he's still healing #my art #fanart #why is anatomy hard?

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DC x DP Idea Thing #3

Voluntary Admissions AU

What if Danny voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum as a patient?

"Patient #10304-M, also known as, for his safety and security, Janus D. Astrophel. Voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum on [date is scratched off with a thick, green ink], having arrived in a rather critical and vulnerable position, both physical and mental."

Rumors often spread quickly in Arkham. After all, not much better things to do when you're locked up and deemed either crazy, dangerous or even both in the eyes of Gotham. So it wasn't a surprise when news spread like wildfire amongst inmates and patients inside those dreadful halls.

A new addition had joined the ranks of the madhouse. Voluntarily at that. Likely the youngest patient to roam these halls for a non-Gothamite at least. After all, no native Gothamite would willingly put themselves in such hell.

The newbie went by Janus Astrophel. Kid seemed anything but normal. Seemed like he'd fit in well with Gotham's brand of sickness after a bit. Then again, kid looks as fragile as a twig. Almost as skinny as Crane, creepy as him too. Gives off Freeze vibes though, oddly enough, with hints of Dent.

[Those types of comments were quickly picked up by the aforementioned rogues. Rather than start a scene, they took interest immediately after hearing more words of the newcomer.]

Astrophel's a meta, just from the collar he adorns on his neck. Seemed modified as well. Didn't look like the standard ones the super-powered rogues commonly wore. Nobody knew what power he had. Seemed like it helped him more than anything though.

[Some inmates recalled when Astrophel first arrived. Didn't have a collar the first day. Kid could barely stand and was bleeding profusely. Next day, kid looked better, wearing the collar everyone associates with him now. Some think it's like Freeze's suit in a way. No one said a word bout it after receiving a cold glare]

Thing was, it ain't just the collar or how sickly he seemed that caught people's eyes.

Scars. Kid's littered with them. Some managed to glimpse a multitude of what looks like surgery scars [vivisected was often echoed, especially from Quinn and Nygma], and others looked like he was zapped by lightning [Litchenberg Scars around the chest specifically]. Kid even wore some stitches where his joints were [Frankenstein was an insult for a brief moment before Dent flipped a coin and shit them up]. Some would've mistaken him for some sort of zombie, like Grundy, had it not been for the fact people had seen him breathe and bleed... Albeit, it was a toxic green rather than crimson red.

Rather discerning as it held a resemblance to certain Demon Head's waters...

Kid didn't talk much. He was polite and friendly, sure. Some of the rogues took a shine to him. He seemed scared, though, not that anybody blamed him. Arkham was filled with rogues who earned their titles and infamy for a reason. But he wasn't scared of others... No. Crane said the kid held a certain look of fear...

Astrophel was afraid of himself... Everyone can't help but wonder why.

[They later see a glimpse as to why after he saw Joker for the first time. Least to say, Quinn called dibs even though others would like to say otherwise]

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #Had to reupload this cause tumblr seemed to not be working #anyways #brain said angst so here is angst #brain really needs to stop making angst #Danny needs a hug #danny goes by Janus here #Arkham staff knows bout some of his circumstances #They're being the proper medical staff they're suppose to be now since he joined #cause the government's corrupted and they're after a kid #The fact that someone sees arkham as a safe haven should really say something #but yeah #the collar around Janus' neck stablizes his powers cause the experiments messed with it #Arkham found family #Give Danny/Janus all the fanily members he can get #After all he doesn't have Jazz Tucker or Sam here #and the ghosts are currently blocked cause of the GIW messing things up #Danny's part of the gallery. Not a rogue but might as well be one of them now #Danny Protection squad #danny fenton #Arkham Asylum #ghost king danny #Not really obvious now but will be a prominent part of the story later #not beta'd #I have no regrets #Voluntary Admissions AU #Danny's scared of himself cause he doesn't want GIW hurting others like they already did and he's scared he might turn into Dan #Which is one of the reasons why he admitted himself as it is

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