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sachiko1309 · 10 months

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The good old Doc - Part 6

Missed the start? No problem, here is the first part, the following ones are always linked at the end, so you dont have to search endlessly. 😉

Summary: Lieutenant Lilith Adams enlisted back in the military, only to be met with a certain cocky pilot. Overcoming certain past traumas, she tries to fit in with the team of pilots as their personal medic. Soon finding her stuck between a certain good looking aviator and her work morals.

This is a series which is currently in the making, so I don’t exactly know how long it is going to be. 😊

Word count: 3326

Warnings: none

Blinking several times, I answered: “Yes.” That simple word earned me my first flying lesson with Hangman. Okay maybe me being twirled around by him, doesn’t truly count, but who cares? “Thank you so much, darlin. You have no idea how happy that just made me.” Carefully he let me down, still smiling like a little kid, who just got an ice cream cone. “So, whats your plan, Hangman?” I asked, walking around him and inspecting the bags he got. He scratched his head and suddenly the cheeky, smug Hangman was gone. “I… uh… I don’t know. I don’t really do dates.”

“You have never been on a date?” Surprised I looked up. “I thought someone like you could easily line up a good bunch of honest girls.” He looked away, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. “No, not the kind of dates, I would like to take you on. Not really. Hook ups yes, that’s no secret. But honestly… I am scared like hell to fuck up. You just… You kinda make me try nonetheless.”

I walked back over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “How about we go on a walk on the beach, get to know each other, and if things go well, we can meet the rest of the team in the hard deck later. There is nothing you need to be scared of. I mean, you already slept over and saw me having a break down. Worse thing that’s going to happen is you getting sunburned.” I added cockily, to lighten the mood. Jake smiling down at me at my determination, send butterflies through my stomach. “God, woman… I am supposed to be the one making you blush.”

“Still got time for that, Jakey.” I laughed, letting go of him. “And now serve me that breakfast, because I am about to faint from malnutrition.” He saluted, with a cocky smile on his face. Hangman was back. “On it, Ma’am.”

After breakfast we headed out in his car. Since I overslept hard it was already lunch time we managed to get to the beach. So, it being an early Friday afternoon, the beach was crowded like hell. But I didn’t mind. I was content in Jake walking next to me watching dogs chasing down some pigeons. We walked in silence for a while. Neither really knowing how to start a conversation. I took a deep breath, before taking his hand in mine. “How about we find a more peaceful place and sit down?”

He snapped his head around, feeling my hand in his, but then he smiled. “Okay.” He seemed out of breath, now frantically searching the beach. Using his height and appearance he steered us through the crowd, pulling me slightly behind him to cover me from any crashes. It took a while, but he found what he searched for a few yards down the beach. A group of big rocks were throwing some shade towards the ocean side. We sat down next to each other, watching the waves crash in.

“What brought you to the navy?” I asked, starting the conversation without any small talk. I wanted to get to know him. See the real Jake. He thought for a few moments, absently taking my hand in his, rubbing small circles on it. “You know, I was born and raised in Austin Texas. My family is kinda patriotic, so I grew up raised to be a gentleman, to be a protector of the weak. The step into the army wasn’t that far off. I don’t know why it turned out to be the navy, since I could have gone into the air force to fly planes, but something in me just drew me to the waters. How about you?”

“I got raised by Cyclone. I admire him, wanted to be like him. So, I enrolled, I tried the whole combat thing, turns out I care to much for people to willingly kill them. And being a medic in the navy is the next best thing to being like Cyclone.” I answered, smiling softly. “Do you think, there is a chance for me to ever get into a jet and fly?” Looking him straight in the eyes I waited for his answer.

“Don’t know. You are not trained to do this and I certainly do not wish to get my ass handed back to me by Admiral Simpson, because I took you.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “But you would take me, if he allowed you?” I pressed on, leaning forward and giving him puppy eyes. Sighting he gave in to my silent pleading. “Probably.”

“Yes!” I cheered. “That’s another thing I will be able to cross from my to do list.”

“You have a to do list?” He questioned, looking at me with curious eyes. “Whats on it?”

“A lot of stuff, actually. I managed to sail on different ships in the navy, flew with different planes. I also went skydiving shortly after my drop out, when my therapist recommended to do something, I was afraid of. I want to visit Europe and South America. Get my drivers license for a bike, run a marathon one day and since I saw you guys fly those jets, I want to sit in one, too.”

“That’s a lot.” He laughed, putting an arm around me. “Any chance I get to be a part of that list?” I cocked my head. “If you try hard enough. And if you convince Cyclone to let me fly in a f-18 with you.”

“Alright. I am a dead man.” He groaned, leaning back onto the rocks. I wasn’t listening to his complaints, fishing out my phone of my pocket. Dialing Cyclones number, I wore a wicked smile on my lips. “Cyclone? No I am alright… No you don’t need to come over… I actually have a question for you…” Next to me Jake turned white, shaking his head. I just winked and concentrated back on the call. “No… no its nothing drastic. Uh… well maybe… I wanna fly a jet…” Both men went silent. Jake visibly not breathing, while I imagined Cyclone to have a heart attack.

“Cyclone, you alright? No Jake did not talk me into this, he is actually trying to get me off that idea… But I want to and I trust him… So, you wanna tell me, you don’t trust your own men to handle their job?” I pulled the red card. The one thing that would always get to Cyclone. “Nah… I am not implying anything; I am just merely asking you for a favor. Please?” Waiting for a few seconds, I grabbed Jakes hand, nervously playing with his fingers.

“Oh my god, Thank you! Thank you so much!” I jumped up, ending the phone call. “Looks like we got the team another trainings flight scheduled.” I pulled Jake to his feet, hyperactively jumping around doing a little happy dance.

“Normally the thought of flying through the air at Mach speed terrifies people.” Jake pondered, but smiled at me with his adorable dimples showing. I started walking towards his truck: “Well, you should know by now, that I am far from normal.”

After we reached the base, I got send to change into one of the green suits the team wore when flying. Underneath I was wearing my gym clothes. Phoenix offered to help me get all the gear ready and safely on and when I walked out, I felt so powerful. The helm jammed under my arm. The vest with all the safety devices, air mask and stuff I didn’t know, neatly strapped to my upper body. Phoenix even snuck into the mens locker room stealing a second pair of Jakes Ray Ban sunglasses styled in the classic 80s pilot glasses.

“Motherfucking hell hole…” Rooster said, choking on the water he was just drinking. “Didn’t know you would be looking this good in gear.” I smiled at his words, looking for Jakes approval. He looked starstruck at my appearance, quickly gaining his stance back, when he noticed everyone was looking at him. “Are those my glasses?” Tilting my head, I put them on. “Nope, they are mine now.” Again, he surprised everyone with his next move. “Keep them, they look good on you.”

I followed the daggers to their jets. Jake was guiding me to a doule-seater F-18, which wasnt his. He helped me into the backseat and I was stunned how many monitors, switches, buttons and measure devices were in this little cockpit. “This is amazing.” I giggled, letting him strap on my helmet. Bob gave me two bags I was supposed to throw up into should I feel the need to. In that moment, Admiral Simpson walked into the hangar, resulting in everyone saluting. He walked right up to us, stopping in front of the wing, Jake was kneeling on, when he explained the different devices to me. Bob on the other side helping him out.

“Lieutenant Seresin.” Cyclone started. “I trust you with the life of my little girl, if anything happens to her up there, be assured your ass is out of the navy the moment you set foot back on earth.” I sighted, desperately trying to get a good look on the Admiral. I failed so I spoke to the monitors in front of me. “Stop treating me like I am your child. I can make my own decisions.” But none of the men reacted to me. Jake finally giving in to the stare off. “I will, Admiral.”

“Alright then. Your flight is scheduled for an hour, hard deck is 5000 ft. Your jets are unarmed, so the content of this flight is in your decision. I expect you to follow the rules and not go off crazy, because you got someone to impress.” He eyed Jake for a moment. “Have fun, come back safe. You are dismissed.”

I was smiling like a kid who just got told he could buy everything in a candy store. After Jake fasted my helmet and put my mask on, he chose the channel of our radios. Suddenly I could hear the rest of the team banter around.

“What you thinking? How much Gs is she going to survive without going out or throwing up?” I heard Coyote ask. Answering his question with another one, I said: “I don’t know. What level am I supposed to beat?” “Hello Wifey, scared?” Rooster jumped in giggling. “Not in a million years bird boy. I survived Afghanistan. How bad can a little plane flight be?” I shot back, earning several whistles.

In front of my Jake took place in his seat, letting the engines of the jet start. That was the signal for the others to follow up. One by one they started their engines and soon we were a line of four jets rolling towards the runway. Over the radio in my helmet, I heard Jake speak: “Hangman to range control. Entering runway. Confirm green range.”

“Hangman, range control. Green range is confirmed. Up and ready for takeoff.” A male voice I didn’t know answered. And that’s when Jake put the pedal to the metal. At least that’s what I assumed on the way my body got pressed into the seat. “Oh my fucking god.” I wheezed under the pressure. I heard Jake giggle. “That’s nothing, sweet cheeks. Wait till we get some Gs going for ya.” He sounded so happy in that moment and I couldn’t help but smile.

I felt the jet take off from the ground and it didn’t take me long to realize how slow we were actually going. The moment we reached 5000 ft Jake sped up. To my left and my right I saw the others line up next to us. I waved to Bob, who waved back. “Ready for some fun?” Rooster asked over the coms. “I was born ready, bird boy.” I answered, cockily. Definitely underestimating whats about to come. “You heard the woman, Hangman. Time to do some maneuvers. How about we show her what a dogfight is? You, Coyote and Payback being hunted down by me, Phoenix and Bob. We try to shoot you down and other way around. First one out, buys the first round in the hard deck.”

“You got yourself a deal, Rooster.” Jake answered, swerving his jet slightly to the left. “I say you guys change channels, since Lilith doesn’t now how to do it.”

“Done and out. May the better team win. You have 30 seconds to make some distance. After that, the game is on.” Rooster tapped himself out, giving me one last thumbs up. The second the others left our channel was the same second Jake started to really fly. Turning the planes nose upwards he sped up, Coyote and Payback right to our sides. I just sat back, concentrating to get my stomach back to normal. While the men suddenly changed their way of bantering to serious calls.

“Talk to me, Payback where are they?” Coyote asked.

“Last seen 7 o clock.” Payback answered.

I kind of got my stomach to behave long enough, to ask Jake a question. “Do you need me to give you calls, or what do you want me to do?” I earned a light chuckle through the coms. “Its alright, darlin. I usually fly alone with those two idiots as my wingmans, but if you want to you can give me positions on the enemy. Just try to keep it clean, clockwork system, don’t estimate, say what you see, or tell me you don’t know it. Otherwise hold on and try not to ruin my plane with your stomach contents.”

“Fuck you too, Bagman.” I said, flipping him off behind his head.

Looking around I searched for Phoenix, Bob and Rooster. “One on 8 coming from below.” I called out. “Other one right behind you, Hangman.” Payback added. “Breaking right.” Hangman said, abruptly steering the jet to the right diving under. That maneuver had me lifted of my seat. I felt my stomach being pushed upwards, when we dropped. Cursing under my breath I held on to the sides of the glass. With an incredible speed we flew past Rooster, forcing his plane to angle sideways and change course. Immediately Jake swerved his around, tail flopping over the nose. That move had me fighting hard to keep the vomit down, to the point where I could feel the soreness tickle in the back of my throat.

“Come here you little bastard.” Jake mumbled, tailgating Roosters plane.

“Phoenix on 11.” I said, my voice squeaky and horse.

“Coyote.” Jake called not saying anything further, fully focused on Rooster, who was flying like an absolute madman. Swerving left and right, high and low, while trying to get his plane behind us.

“On it.” I could see Coyote breaking left, doing a similar maneuver Jake just pulled seconds ago, but Phoenix was quicker, rolling hers to the right and slowing down hard.

A nose dive from Jake made me scream the first time I sat in the plane. Looking above my head, I could see Rooster rotating in sync with us toward the ground. His face was distorted from the pure force, mixed with determination. I felt sick, quickly ripping the mask off of my face and holding the bag in front of my mouth.

But luckily, I didn’t hurl. Because the second I was preparing for the worse, Jake and Rooster ripped their jets around and now we were facing upside down, flying away from each other, only for us to then tumble around and hunt after Rooster. I could just imagine what would have happened to my vomit, if it would have left my body in that moment.

“That was a mistake, Rooster.” Hangman breathed. And I could hear that he was also fighting the extreme forces pushing and pulling on our bodies.

I heard a loud beeping sound and a female voice in my helmet said. “Target locked.”

“Shot down, baby. Guess the first round is on Rooster.” Jake was knocking on the window of the plane, when we flew next to him, only to receive a middle finger. Then Roosters eyes went to me, and I probably looked like I greeted death, because he hand signaled something to Jake, I didn’t understand.

Instead, I heard the man in front of me speak through the radio. “Everything alright. Do we need to break off the flight?” Quickly pulling my mask over my mouth I answered with a dry raspy voice: “No, I am good. I just felt the need to puke and giving the stunt you just pulled I guess we got lucky I didn’t, because otherwise your cockpit might be ruined. And now I cant get the mask back on.”

“I am so sorry. I forgot you were there and flew like I normally would. I… Are you sure you are alright?” Instantly his voice changed from playful to completely caring.

“Just tell me how to put that mask on. If I am not mistaken, we need to get your wingman some help. He looks a little distressed over there.” I hummed, looking to my left, where Coyote was flying like an absolute crazy person, trying to get out of Phoenix tailgate.

Jake swerved his plane to the left, more careful this time, setting himself behind Phoenix, all while explaining how the helmet and mask worked: “Feel the right side of your helmet. There is a small lock. You need to push the strap of your mask through it until it clicks. Its opened from the lower front similar to the way the strap on the other side of the helm runs.” I did what he told me, now not needing to hold the mask in place anymore.

“Coyote, talk to me man.” Hangman groaned through the coms.

“I am alright for now, I need to get behind her, but she is good.” Coyotes strangled voice seeped through the radio. “And don’t you dare take that kill from me, Hangman.” He added.

“Alright.” Jake answered. “Time to run some tricks on the lady.” Setting himself next to Coyote he waved over to him. “Break each side, do a barrel roll and then the Maverick pull behind her, while I roll over her to stop her from swerving.”

“Understood.” Coyote answered. And without another word the two pilots just dropped. Or in Jakes case flew higher, rolling over Phoenix, until we were able to watch them heads upside down.

I waved to Bob, smiling when I heard, Payback cheer inside my head at the confirmed kill. Suddenly all pilots were back in the same channel. “Holy shit man, that was some sick double up you got there.” Phoenix said, honesty lacing her words even though I could hear her disappointment of losing the game. “I am surprised your passenger didn’t throw up. I kinda bet on her vomit stealing parts of your sight.” That sentence got me laughing, finally able to relax a bit, when Jake turned his jet back around to fly next to her. “I am very competitive, Phoenix. It got close, but I managed.”

“Hell yeah, she flew like an ace. Even gave calls.” Payback backed me up, him and Coyote appearing to our left. Rooster set his plane to the furthest right adding in. “She even survived the twisting tumble we and Hangman pulled.”

“You did that with her in the backseat?” Bob asked looking at me with what I believed to make out as wide eyes. I smiled. “That one was the stunt that nearly got me to vomit, but yes he did.”

“Badass bitch.” Natasha mumbled in her microphone. “Well, I guess we can discuss that further back on base. Our time is running out and we need to head back.” With one swift move the four pilots turned their jets to the left, starting to drop lower.

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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I’ve read pretty much all your work and I love your top gun poly stuff. I don’t really have a request but I need something very angsty, maybe with Hannix.

A/N: It's really cool to hear/see when someone reads almost all of my work! I know I post a lot and to know someone reads it? Incredible. I would LOVE to write some Hannix angst for you😏

Warning: Crash, slight death, blood, wounds

Your head felt like it was about to explode in that moment as you opened your eyes. At first, you thought you were in hell from the heat, everything was so hot. Then you saw the flames and you rushed to unclip yourself from your jet. You ran away, adrenaline pumping through you veins to help you no longer feel pain. You just cleared the area and you heard the explosion, it knocked you down and you gasped for air.

Your mind was on complete survival mode as you tried to remember why you crashed. You looked around, trees surrounded you, the sun beat down on your skin which caused your confusion to worsen. It was near 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside. You touched your neck and curse as you felt that your dog tags broke off, meaning you lost the rings you, Jake, and Natasha shared.

Suddenly it clicked, you went down on a mission. Jake was your wing man and you both were shot down at the same time. “Shit!” You yelled, looking around wildly. You noticed smoke in the air west to you, you took off running, pulling your flight suit down to tie around your waist because stroking out from heat wouldn’t help.

“Jake! Hangman!” You yelled as you got closer to the smoke, you prayed he could hear you. You tried to prepare yourself but nothing could have helped you in this moment. As you broke through the trees and saw the little clearing that Jake crashed in, you found a scene that made you want to cry. Neither of you could eject, the systems were malfunctioning and it costed you both.

Jake had dragged himself out of the jet but now laid lifeless on the ground, you couldn’t see any movement from him. You ran over and felt your knees slam into the ground, tears welling in your eyes. “Please be alive,” you murmured as you flipped him over, pressing your ear to his chest. You felt yourself on the verge of throwing up, you were met with silence but felt he was still warm.

You racked your brain to think of what to do and remembered how to do CPR. You started chest compressions and made your mind focus on what to do. You thought about to why you knew what you did.

Natasha brought you both into the class, a big grin on her face for her date night choice. “Umm, Phoenix?” Jake started, “Why are we at a CPR class?” he asked in confusion, you shared the same look on yours. “Because, you both keep stressing me out! You do stupid things and one day, you’ll give me a heart attack. Now you’ll know how to help me!” she laughed. You shook your head with a soft smile on your face, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” You said, kissing her temple.

"Come on! You can't leave us dumbass! Please... Please Jake!" You whimpered as you kept up the chest compressions. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you tried to stop yourself from hyperventilating, you didn’t even see the rescue helicopter coming as you kept it up.

You screamed as someone grabbed you suddenly, turning to see Phoenix there. A gasp broke through the air as Jake finally breathed and you collapsed, “He’s alive!” you cried, falling into her eyes as people ran over to get him.

You were shaking as she helped you into the helicopter, “How much pain are you in Lt. L/N?” A medic asked as others took care of Jake. You looked confused, “Pain?” you mumbled, “You’re filled with adrenaline did you realize the massive cut you have baby?” Nat asked. You looked down to the cut in your arm that was nearly to the bone. You closed you eyes as the pain started to cone back as you relaxed, you just grit your teeth. “Worry about me later, he needs to stay alive!” you said, nearly hysterical.

The whole time Nat held you, telling you it wasn’t your fault. It would feel like that until he was okay, he had to be okay. ‘Come back to us dumbass...’ You both thought, knowing you needed Jake as much as he needed you both.

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satanfemme · 2 years

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im Intrigued about how your day has gone now

assuming this is wrt my last text post (hdfbghfdghfg):

my blood smell is unfortunately not very interesting, my compulsive skin picking has just been acting up lately and a stress flair today made it WAY worse so just... I've got lots of open wounds, scabs, dried blood, and etc on my person at the moment. and the scent can build up lol. no shame in that though -- even if it's not ideal, it's just the physical reality of my body sometimes! so hopefully this only adds to the neurodivergent gothic charm I'm bringing into my workplace.

as for why I was covered in baby food tho!!!!! ohohohohohoh this one's actually a really good story, I'm glad u asked >:3c !! so I currently work with shelter dogs, most of whom have behavioral and/or medical concerns, which they're being treated for. (if ur squeamish about veterinary care or dog surgery, that's ur sign to stop reading btw).

we've currently got this brown papillon named Phineas who is ONLY three (3) years old!!!!! his fur is long and a bit unkempt, but silky too. and he's got massive buggy eyes that look a bit off to the sides, and he's very very small and cute. but unfortunately, when he first arrived last week, his lower jaw wasn't functional. I don't have any idea how it got to be that way, but basically it hung down loosely from his top jaw at a 90 degree angle, and he had no control over it; he couldn't move his lower jaw in any way nor close it nor eat with it. and naturally, his pink tongue danged out a good few inches as well, since he didn't have anything to hold it in place.

because of this, he can only eat wet dog food that's been mixed with water and mashed up into a soup. or....... he can eat baby food. >:3c I think you can already see where we're going here?

about two days ago or so, he had his lower jaw amputated. obviously, this means he's been extra moody, probably in some discomfort, emotional frustration and/or distress. but it also means he's got a massive cone compared to how tiny his body is, a completely new mouth shape (less of a hole now, believe it or not. the skin where his bottom jaw would've been has now been partially brought together), and ofc he's constantly on a LOT of painkillers which make him a lil drowsy and loopy at all times lol.

as u could probably guess, he wasn't a very neat eater to begin with; he'd basically lick up his mush paste with his long tongue -- aiming for his open mouth hole -- but in the process splash some of it onto his face and the floor as well. just a few streaks of meat water and/or baby food in his hair, nbd.

but, for all the aforementioned reasons, surgery recovery has made eating much harder for him. he doesn't even want to eat half the time, then when he does, he struggles to get it both around his cone while also into his mouth. he'd been giving up after only a few licks -- if any at all.

then TODAY!! I cracked the fucking code! I figured out how to get him to eat!!!! I've discovered the ideal bowl shape/size, the right mixture of slop to put in there, the whole deal. it's exciting! this is, like, my job at the most impactful! and -- now to finally answer ur question of why I was covered in baby food today -- as part of this process I:

hand-mixed baby food with pâté and water. I don't use spoons to mix cause I don't like washing them lol.

I hand-scooped this slop out and into a different (better) bowl once I realized the first one didn't work

I sat down on the floor with Phineas and his food

and I encouraged him to eat it. so, once he did, I was even in the splash zone.

that little boy's got a baby food biohazard range of a good few feet! watch out lol!!! 🥺 I love him.

& to make matters even messier: shortly after this whole ordeal, I had to hand feed a similar mush to Dahlia the beagle cause she's sick with a cough rn and will literally refuse to so much as look at her food unless someone (ie: me) is hand feeding pâté to her one finger-scoop at a time. having a sick beagle lick pâté off ur fingers is a formative experience btw, genuinely, I do recommend it. I love her too -- and she loves me 🥺

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a-fathers-heart · 1 year

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Dear Leo,

Thanks to you! I've become a great investigator. Pretty solid, honest and straightforward. But before I was around, Leo suffered daily from neglect and abuse. Leo's abuse never crossed my mind until now! And here's why:

Leo had three surgeries on his leg that I know of! Maybe more? Tell me? Is that a red flag?

That's a lot for a golden retriever puppy. The amount of times he was coned for the neglect from the very beginning of his life! Years before Joshua too!

And for no reason! Lazy, forgetful but not ignorant! Very intelligent, legal mind! This story of a dog and a boy is not about me.

Plenty of people have pets!

Lots of people get the opportunity to raise a puppy after the 8 weeks waiting period. Separating the birth mother and siblings and then set on to a new life! This Leo had a new lease on life!

Whether it be a private adoption or bill of sale from a PetSmart. It's assumed that the animal that's being acquired would be given to somebody with their best interests in mind.

Most reasonable people don't have to think like this, but this dog owner is special! Unique! Careless and irresponsible!

There are plenty of people that do it very successfully without one injury every single day!

I never put two and two together in the beginning, because I was not looking for the information!

I've been forced to talk about this!

Leo had three or more surgery's!

Leo had two when I met him! Two surgeries for young puppy.

This all has been recently brought to my attention.

For every surgery, there is an appointment before, during, and after.

Everyone knows that the after care and after a surgery, there's going to be follow-up doctor's visits. There's going to be instructions on how to care for their dog. Often a printed instruction sheet follows with the dog after surgery.

There is plenty of communication between the hospital and the owner.

Medication is usually involved to keep the dog comfortable .Dog Therapy, which actually means owner therapy! but then learning from your mistakes, most people understand that before acquiring a human or a canine or feline!

Leo wasn't able to speak our language! He wasn't able to tell the vet in his own words what happened in his house that resulted in multiple surgeries over the years!

Leo was a loving dog and love being around people! Wherever I was in the house, Leo would be there. Whenever I went outside to smoke or work around the house, Leo was with me. He took a liking to me when the responsibility was put upon me by the dog owner to have more and more daily responsibility for this dog. Putting the responsibility on me from jump, I felt was kind of her responsibility to do!

I became more of a caregiver for Leo So the dog owner could focus on what was important to her. Unfocused, traveling between three states a day, up and down elevators, court proceedings, lawyers, judges, depositions and summaries. Law, was the dog owner's focus while I was put into a position of being the primary caregiver by the dog owner without my consent. Before me was Peter Korda, and after me was Lester Hobbs and then Gary taking care of the necessities of the canine and then Joshua in this dog owners home! Happily, these other men she found suitable to let into her home, They take care of her day today while she focuses on some other bigger picture! Some way to become distracted and not focus on the child or dog, but focus on a bigger picture now coming into focus!

To my knowledge, there is not a hotline for animal abuse and I don't believe at the time veterinary we're not obligated to report such suspicious activity. Sometimes I wonder if Dr Klein from Southampton pediatrics ever knew the history of this dog prior to my son ever being seen by that office! Oh hell! I wasn't looking for any of this when I met this dog owner.

Leo was a good dog that wasn't trained by his owner. A dog owner who had no time to spend with the young pup while they commute back and forth to New York for hearing high profile Court cases.

Often the young pup was transported from their home to a weekend puppy resort centers so that the owner can get away. The demand of the dogs needs were less important than the owner needs. Leo had the appearance of being a showpiece to this owner. An inanimate object that needed some attention, I might say I've personally witnessed. Barking out orders to everybody else, to walk Leo, or to feed Leo.

At the time, I felt like I was taking orders. I felt like she was placing the demands upon me As if to say, You're in my world now! Do as I say!

This was just another thankless job that I was forced into because she was too busy somewhere else! She felt good to be able to manage everything with me around because I take care of things! There's a whole list of what I did before and after living there. That to be honest, I'm not going to list them here because this is about Leo and not me, but the monetary value of what I brought to that home until the day I left was in the ballpark of $100,000. I left almost $100,000 on the table and walked out without even a thank you or reimbursing me Even though there was a previous verbal agreement, This dog owner broke that too! And I'm not talking about child support either, that separate!

Under her employ, when I met this dog owner had hired a dog walker named Diane who had three kids of her own? Teenagers on ADHD medicine! This dog owner referred to Diane as bipolar with emotional distress. This was an admission of this dog owner and not solicited. Now knowing this, Diane had access to lots of pharmaceutical drugs from multiple people in her family, was not a thought in my mind at that time! But it is now!

When I met Leo, this dog owner had just moved into a townhouse and had recently been divorced from Peter Korda. Peter Korda, And a high powered attorney in New York City, had, I believe, four kids of his own!? Any of these children on ADHD medicine or antipsychotics?

I believe this dog owner was previously in school for some sort of psychotherapy taking classes in New York at one point before we met. Later on she would be seeing a therapist. When we met I was taking classes for sign language and photography at the same time at Neshaminy high School for adult night classes. I took sign language because my family and the family at church. We were friends with deaf people and I wanted to learn how to communicate with them just like my family! This was important to me! I didn't learn Spanish or French, always learning on my own How to use American sign language to I will always be able to communicate with any deaf person that come across the rest of my life! Is that not a gift? The ability to speak to people Not suspecting me to come out and start to hand sign should they know they have a friend who will listen, and can listen!

This dog owner had two previous marriages and no kids. Leo was her first! First that I know of anyways!

I know people that treat their animals like humans! I know people that treat their animals way much better than strangers! I know people that treat animals like they were own children!

I've heard people refer to their animals as their very own children. I know that people treat their animals like a part of the family!

People celebrate their animals first everything!

And we all know that one annoying person that's got to make everything about their cat or their dog as we politely smile through until it's over!

Some families have a funeral for their dog, but I was not invited to Leo's even though I was a part of his life for some 2 years. I was never extended the courtesy to attend his funeral even though I was his caregiver of Leo for 2 years. He passed away and I never received an invitation for his funeral. To be there for my son, for Josh's dog too!

Years later, When the dog owner informed me that Leo was going to be passing soon, I politely responded with, Joshua is free to go be with Leo whenever you say! I added, I can drop Joshua off or you can pick him up! I'm here for Joshua and his first dog and I support the next step!

Now once this dog owner warned me that Leo was going to be passing, that was the last I heard about it! I was not even told the day he passed by the dog owner for my own knowledge on how to care for my son who just lost his dog! I wasn't told that a member of our family had passed away! This information was kept from me that I'm just realizing now as I write.

Everybody knows the most important part of surgery is the aftercare! Post surgery care is the most important part of the surgery itself!

It takes time to address the wounds, put ointment on, keep the area clean, but more importantly to make sure that the dog remains safe for himself so he doesn't incur another injury!

Having to recall this, was very difficult to write. Because the perception that I once first had is no more!

Leo, God rest his soul, had three surgeries, major to his future and his life to be independent.

Leo suffered three injuries to his leg, I'm not quite sure how many, cuz I wasn't there, How many hospitals did Leo go to for his surgeries?

I didn't realize this until now!

The dog owner was told not just once, but three times how to avoid injury like this!

How many times was Leo's needs ignored, but the surgeries were evident of the neglect!

How much sympathy does one really need?

What started out with a dog who she did not have time for, neglected that needs of the dog, The amount of instruction required of her not obeyed one time, but disrespected the dog three times in total! Before Joshua! And I didn't know!

Before Josh was even born, Leo, Her first born, was not safe in her care!

Most dog owners pride themselves on how well they take care of their newborn puppies and set them up for success for their future!

Some dog owners learn from the first mistake and never make the mistake again!

Some dog owners take the time to respect professional who are there to help them! If you're called to help animals, you love animals! Nobody needs to read about love when it comes naturally for us! Teach you how to care for them, that's what the veterinary hospital has people in there to rehabilitate the damage animal! Learning from the first surgery never happened, learning from the second surgery, never happened.

Now let's quickly add a child to this entire scenario! Was the child safe? No! Never! Because the paper trail doesn't lie! From veterinary medical records to court records, pediatricians, police, and psychiatrists, all notated the most ridiculous crime to this boy, all under their nose! All reported! All documented!

For Leo, These people in their field know how to take care of animals because they spend their days correcting what went wrong! These people don't need to take another test on how to care for animals, they're here for the common man.

The very first surgery Leo went through before I ever met this dog owner was explain to their face and in great detail, I am to assume, that the small puppy dog cannot be up on a bed so high! Especially a tall sleigh bed which was after the second surgery she confessed to me about what the vet said not to do!

The vet and or vet techs spoke at great lengths the very first time. Provided her paperwork on care before and after the very first surgery! Here you have both verbal and written instructions and this dog owner chooses not to follow anything! This dog owner knows better than the surgeons! This dog owner knows better than the dog walker. Leg and knee surgery for a brand new puppy, not once but three times! Staples, and stitches! Multiple scarring over the injured area throughout the years. The pain Leo must have felt after every injury that never quite healed. I'm going to take a guess that he suffered from arthritis severely because of the lack of care that was happened to him in the beginning of his life!

This owner was provided the same information three times and the dog still suffered! Still taking medication she was in charge of. The medication that kept flowing with every surgery and in every injury! Leo was there for the examination, but couldn't speak! Leo wasn't able to collaborate their story! Leo had no voice other than the evidence of the neglect!

The trips to the pharmacy did not deter this dog owner. The dog wearing a cone on his head for 18 months total or more for his total life Did not deter her? Just a thought of me picking up a prescription really annoys me, but this is where she began getting her fix. Sympathy from the doctors. The reward of drugs!

It's quite easy! Damage the dog get some drugs! Damage the dog and get some drugs! Damage the dog and get some drugs!

Fast forward 2 years? Damage the boy and get some drugs! Damage the boy and get some drugs! Damage the boy and get some drugs!

Again, I'm just realizing this!

These are the facts!

FDIA or munchen syndrome by proxy is the most lethal, the most dangerous of emotional abuse known to man. The most deadliest form because most don't get out alive, just ask Dee Dee Blanchard. Imposing a fictitious disease from a mentally disturbed woman onto a child or a dog, is mental illness I've called the attention of Bucks County children and youth for protection over my son over 15 years ago and I stated FDIA in my first phone call to report officially this child abuse that I've been made known of from this woman and dog owner!

This vindicates me for the last 15-20 years. Josh's medical records and Leo's combined. Leo pre-dates me my relationship to this proud dog owner! Leo was sustaining injuries before I was ever in the picture! My name is not on any of Joshua's medical records and they're not on any of Leo's either!

One woman, Shields herself with the use of taxpayers money, Her employer, Bucks County judicial system, to have not just one official report of the child abuse I've reported consistently, but now stands five in all over the last 15 years!

If there was only some way of sharing this information with the county, we wouldn't have to waste taxpayers money. Sparing me from frivolous court appearances that don't make sense? Both Dr. Klein, Southampton pediatrics and Dr. Weinberg, Lower Bucks pediatrics, should have been made aware of the canines medical history would probably have ended in a different result every time Joshua was sitting in front of them, because he didn't have to and I know this!

Knowing the law and then using it against me to cover up a crime in this country, is the crime! This woman who was seasoned in all legal proceedings, knew what to do because she was trained, but choosing not to make the most critical phone call to a child's life is totally 100% unacceptable in any day and any time and any age! Ignorance is no excuse for the law! And mark my words, nobody in this country is above the law! As a good Christian man, as a man who believes in his faith, Who knows the Constitution and how this country was formed and grew, A Patriot through and through. I believe it's not my will to be done, but my father's witch is in heaven!

Pray for Joshua! Pray for Tess Sola! Pray for me! But more importantly, pray for those who have a voice and can't use it Or maybe those were too afraid to come forward when they know better. Pray for our judges and our politicians and our leaders to do what's best for this country! That we can learn and grow from this and that we can move forward in such a way that brings glory to the next generation while providing a safer home for the next generation!

I pray for my friends and family who have struggled to understand the story that I'm still not quite understanding the entirety to this day!

So much of this has been confusing to me and still is!

I pray for my friends who I've lost touch with through this, That's somehow someway this world becomes a little bit better for everybody! But it starts with me first! I've got to be a good Christian example to others! Forgiving those who trespass against us, turning the other cheek, with the gift of understanding and kindness is the best to move forward! Michael Jackson said it best, I'm starting with the man in the mirror!

I did not create this freaking mess! This was here all before I entered the relationship and I will be damned If I will ever spend a day in jail for what this woman done to her dog first and then our son!

I'm just a father with a flashlight!

I'm doing what is necessary to protect my son in the middle of a very convoluted and contentious situation that was brought to me by her mental illness. If she ends up finding the help she needs someday, Joshua and I will be here for her every step of the way like we both have been from jump! We both will support her 100% because that's what family does! We support each other and love each other through it! Love is the best medicine of all.

Maybe somebody should do their research and their due diligence like I have. Genesis, everything starts from somewhere, but have compassion on those who are not understanding what they are going through! When people like me try to explain the situation that I've been put into, I am no authority! I'm just some dumb schmuck within high school education, barely, who was conned by a very convincing and devious official Court reporter to The Honorable Judge Alan Rubinstein, Bucks County Court for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

Although I would say, I'm not a professional by any means, but I've learned how to investigate the nature of the crimes that affect my son because he is the most important thing in my life! The facts speaks for themselves, there is a cereal abuser that got to my son! And she ain't done yet until She gets help!

This entire exercise has taught me to know my history. To be more confident and assertive even when the pieces of the puzzle just don't make sense! To be absolutely 100% positive before ever writing one word! My son Joshua Is my hero because he's giving me the courage to stand up against injustice when I see it first hand and the responsibly report it as required as a citizen of these here United States of America! But more importantly, he's my hero because he's the one that went through all of this! I've been just sitting here trying to hold his hand through it! Joshua is a warrior and a fighter! He's been training his whole life to get out of this situation that he will in fact be delivered from, someday! How do I know? Where do you think his training for success began?

As a animal lover, myself, My Labrador retriever was my first little buddy and I love him dear! Cats, dogs, horses, All God's creatures I love. Above ground and under the sea, it all works for the greater good of this world! Right?

In conclusion,

Leo has the most important story of all!

Leo is the story! Leo has a history! I was there! I know now how to put a cone on a dog. That was the first and last experience I'd ever had in my life putting a come on a dog, And now I know why!

For Joshua, Did all the doctors, pediatricians, psychiatrist , including lawyers, court clerk's, and all the judges, All the people she works with at the courthouse to this day do not know about Leo and his history. If they were all informed of the gross negligence prior to the birth of one Joshua Vincent Edel, would I even be having this conversation? Nope!

This dog has a voice! Do you hear me now?

I hear Leo!

If there was some way somehow I could pull all of medical forms for Leo's life, I damn well would do that for him! He deserves that win! If somehow I was able to subpoena all of his records like I did for Joshua, I would do it in a heartbeat without hesitation and for the good tire story and where it all began.

I hope that Leo finds his peace in heaven and that he knows who was there for him. That this man went to Great lengths to recall situations that are very important and critical to the future and life of my son! Thanks to Leo!

Thank you Leo! I learned a lot from you good ol'boy! Leo, Go play with your ball till I can throw it to you again boy!

Mark Edel

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Date: Sun, Nov 6, 2022, 3:08 PM

Subject: Look at Leo! He was there first!

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