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I've given myself heat exhaustion AGAIN (heck, I hope it's only heat exhaustion, rip) and I am not here for it ffs so to make sure y'all know about it, imma share the signs of heat exhaustion!
Heat exhaustion is quite literally your body getting too hot and Exhausting itself to cope. Heatstroke is your body Failing To Cope.
Heat Exhaustion signs include:
You get a headache that Will Not Go Away
You feel confused and dizzy (balance who? Idk her)
You don't feel hungry but you feel sick as well (this sucks and happens a lot in high heat so try and snack regularly)
Sweating and clammy skin like the kind that has people go "you're freezing!" because you've sweated so much you literally end up with a chill on your skin
Cramps. Feckin cramps. Arms. Legs. Stomach. They suck ass.
You have a heckin fast pulse or you're hyperventilating like you've just had a Scare
Your body temp is over 38°c (because you're literally boiling like a lobster in a pot)
You are Beyond Thirsty and no matter what you drink it Does Not Abate
If you end up experiencing any of these symptoms, or multiple, and you're in a hot/warm environment, then sit your ass down in the shade, get something to drink, and get a damp cloth on your head or a change of clothes that are cool.
Basically, stop what you're doing and give your body a chance to Not Keep Boiling
Heat exhaustion is NOT THE SAME as a heatstroke.
Heatstroke is So Much Worse™.
Heatstroke signs include:
Still feeling like utter shite 30 minutes after you sat your ass down, rested in a cool place, and rehydrated
Not actually sweating even though you really do feel like a lobster in a pot that has the heat up High
Your body temp is 40°c+ (which is bad btw, that's temp for causing your to pass out etc)
Hyperventilating/fast breathing or actual shortness of breath (I struggle with this because asthma so I'm always like "idk if I got this oops)
Feeling confused but in a like "I don't know what's going on, I can't think, I have no idea about anything, someone help me please I'm crossing into traffic and don't even realise" way
Having a fit/seizure because your body temp is so high your brain is Actually Getting Boiled In Your Skull 🙃 [upside down smiley emoji]
Passing out and not actually responding or waking up from a brief fainting spell (this is the Serious™ kind of passing out that has doctors going "oh shit, we need an IV STAT!" or whatever it is they say when Shit Is Going Down)
Heatstroke can be really dangerous if it isn't treated quickly so please don't ignore these signs. Right now, I'm in a cool environs, with hydration, and am avoiding moving and am gonna have a nap because I'm going very dizzy, can't focus properly, have a headache, and am only coherent here because I'm HyperFocusing on this post. I can't even understand words being said to me right now hence nap, hydration, and cool environs.
So please, y'all, take care of yourselves. Seriously.
#Health#Heatstroke#Heat exhaustion#Advice#Tips and tricks#Life hacks#Help#Kat talks#I literally am a fool#A fool who genuinely didn't understand anything my mother said to me#Except 'dog has been fed'#That's it. That's all I understood of the words she said.#I was so dizzy and my legs were literally shaking I had to stumble to sit down#I've eaten and that's helping but I feel sick for having eaten#I'm still woozy af#My head feels like it's wobbling on my neck even tho it isn't#I'm in the house tho now and it's cool inside#I have water and tea so I'm good asbweol#It's just gonna be a case of resting and hoping it's just exhaustion and not a heatstroke#Bc I don't wanna be in A&E for 8+ hours with heatstroke when it's boiling in there#Anyway#I need to stop talking
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#taylor swift#taylornation#taylors version#eras tour#swifties#the eras tour#rest in peace#ana benevides#the eras tour brazil#brazil#heatstroke#this never should have happened
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A construction worker in Texas, initially accused of being on drugs before he died, actually died of heatstroke while working in the sun in June 2022, according to a lawsuit filed last month.
Gabriel Infante, 24, was installing fiber optic cables in San Antonio for his employer, B Comm Constructors LLC, on June 23, 2022, when he started showing signs of heat stress. He eventually succumbed to heatstroke hours later at a hospital, the lawsuit states.
His mother, Velma Infante, filed the lawsuit against the construction company on the first anniversary of the incident, claiming it neglected to protect her son from "the known hazards associated with extreme heat conditions" while on the job.
She is seeking damages of $1 million.
This lawsuit was filed days after Gov. Greg Abbott signed a bill into law eliminating mandatory water breaks for construction workers in cities where such ordinances had been in place to protect people from extreme heat.
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SCARS AND SECRETS CH1
Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)
Word count: 3.6K
Summary: Your hidden secret ends up being shared after an incident one fateful day. Luckily for you the principal and botany teacher only have your best interests at heart. Recovery and growth will be a lot easier with them by your side.
TW: passing out, heatstroke, vomiting, scars, non-sexual undressing (not nudity just outer clothes we keepin’ it mildly PG and it was consensual!), Wednesday being Wednesday (so mentions of threats lol), mentions of minor character death (past), mentions of adoption (idk if this needs to be a TW but it might be a sore spot for some people so I’m adding it <3), nausea, dizziness, fever, secrets, dehydration
A/n Damn I think that’s the most warnings I’ve ever had but I just wanna be comprehensive :) this is gonna be a series so stay tuned for another part. Idk when it will be written / posted but I plan to.
Students were screaming as they ran around the lake. People pushing in the water their friends and just generally having fun. It was a hot day, so it was understandable.
Principle Weems had given the school a sports day to relax and have fun outside in the heat. It was simply too hot for schoolwork, and she agreed everyone needed a break. Except it was sweltering.
Enid was pulling Wednesday into the lake while receiving a ballad of threats from the black-haired goth.
You sat alone under a tree minding their stuff. Sure, you wanted to swim. Anything to get rid of the ache in your muscles from the heat which had sweat dripping down the nape of your neck and down your back under your t-shirt. But you couldn’t. You simply didn’t have anything that covered the two long thin scars that ran down the inside of each of your shoulder-blades. They were your secret. They were your power. You were different. You had wings.
Leaning against the tree you made out the shape of your botany teacher talking to principle weems a little way off by the lake.
Nobody knew of your power. It was dangerous to be different, even in a school of outcasts.
You closed your eyes for a second feeling exhausted and as if your vision was swimming. The dizziness hit despite being sat down and the sweating seemed to have stopped. You felt mildly nauseous. With your eyes closed you missed the sight of the principle walking away from the botany teacher to to tell off a group of students which had managed to start a small war over by the dock.
You missed the sight of your botany teacher glancing over at you. The worry in her eyes as you were the only one not in the water. You missed her starting to walk over to you. You missed it all because the dizziness stopped. The sick feeling left. Why? Because you had passed out.
“Ms L/n why aren’t you joining your friends in the water?” Ms Thornhill asked as she came over and stood above you. You simply didn’t respond.
“Y/n?” She asked and crouched down next to you. Nudging your shoulder, you simply moved limply to the side.
“Oh dear.” She said and pressed her fingers to the pulse point on your neck.
“Oh honey.” She said feeling the heat radiating from you. She lifted the back of her hand to your forehead before letting her hand settle on your check as she rubbed a thumb over your flushed cheekbone.
“Marilyn?” A voice came from behind her. She startled and a hand landed on her shoulder.
“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming.” Principle Weems said. She glanced at your form now slumped against the botany teacher as she pulled you into her side.
“Whats going on?” The principle asked growing concerned.
“I fear Ms L/n may have heatstroke. She has passed out and feels abnormally warm.” She said pushing the baby curls from your face where they were plastered with sweat to your forehead.
Principle Weems bent down and placed a hand on your cheek to gauge your temperature.
“Oh god.” She said “quickly let's get her to my office. She needs to be cooled down as soon as possible. A temperature that high is dangerous.” She said and picked you up from the ground.
None of the students seemed to notice as two of their teachers headed back to nevermore with you draped loosely in their arms completely unconscious.
They made quick pace on their way back. Hurrying through the halls. The heat you were radiating, was simply ungodly.
The lack of sweat told them you were dehydrated and the fact you remained unconscious was of great concern.
Marilyn held open the door to the principal's office as Weems hurried inside with you still in her arms. She through the door into the bedroom connected to her office. Her private quarters.
You needed a cold bath and to get out of the thick uniform. It was a matter of health at this point. And all consent forms had been signed in cases of similar emergency’s occurring.
Principle weems laid you on her made bed as the botany teacher went into the bathroom to draw a tepid bath. The infirmary was simply too far from the entrance to the school and based off how quickly your temperature was worsening it was imperative you cool down. So, they had brought you here. To her quarters for a bath.
The principle laid you against the pillows and Marilyn reappeared holding you against her as the principle removed your blazer. After they took off your shoes and set them beside the bed. Sliding off your pants and leaving you in your boxers would have been odd if it wasn’t such a tense situation. If your temperature got higher, you were at risk of a seizure. Sliding off your t-shirt over your head you laid there in your boxers and sports bra.
“Cute.” Weems said looking at the small cartoonish werwolves with big eyes and claws printed on the boxers in a rainbow pattern. It had been a gag gift from Enid last Christmas.
Weems wasted no time scooping you off the bed and carrying you to the ensuite. Marilyn followed close behind turning off the water as the principle gently set you down in the tepid bath.
You shivered and the botany teacher handed Principal Weems a washcloth to wipe over your heated skin in order to try and cool you down. The two teachers where kneeling next to the bath wiping down your skin with a rag. After wiping you face, chest and arms the principal wrung out the cloth into the water and dipped it once more.
She sat you forward to reach your back. Once she had shifted you, she froze.
“Larissa?” The teacher asked. “Whats wrong?” Marilyn shifted to peer at your back. Gasping softly at the sight of the two long straight scars down your back.
“Have you ever seen this before?” Marilyn asked and the principal shook her head. “The nurse said there were no similar injuries reported in her file as far as i know. And she certainly didn’t have them when we took her medical info during the initial exam upon entry, we would have noticed such a large abnormality. Do you know what it is?”
“I have a suspicion.” She said softly tracing the scars with her index finger.
Your temperature was lowering now, and they would be able to take you out soon. You began to stir and screw your eyes up. There was a pounding in your head and your mouth felt awfully dry. The principal rubbed your back in an attempt to help you wake up, while Ms Thornhill gently tapped your thigh.
“Y/n, Darling, come back to us.” Weems said still holding you up. You drew a breath and opened your eyes.
“There we go darling. Nice and slow now.” She said still holding you up. “How do you feel? You certainly gave us a scare there.” She said and you blinked slightly confused.
“Water?” You asked.
“Of course.” Ms Thornhill said grabbing a glass from beside the sink and filling it before handing it to you.
Both teachers observed as your hands shook around the glass. The principal leaned over and placed her hand over yours to steady the tremors. You flushed slightly.
“Thanks.” You said clearing your throat.
“Darling what do you need?” Weems asked.
“Um? Where am I?” You asked looking around.
“You're in my quarters you passed out from the heat, my darling. Your temperature was far too high.” It was at that point you realised your clothes were missing meaning they had removed them while you were out.
The principal placed a hand on your arm.
“It's ok love, breathe.” She said and you hadn’t noticed your breathing pick up.
“Y-you saw them?” You asked already knowing the answer. Her gaze softened.
“Yes, love we did.” You glanced around and Ms Thornhill gave a small wave and a smile from where she sat next to the tub. You responded with a weak smile.
“Come now love we can talk more about this when you have dried off.” The principal said and you looked at her nervously.
“Um I don’t … I…” you drew a deep breath pushing down the feeling of weakness and ignoring the concerned looks of both adults. You steadied your breathing, “I don’t think I can stand.” You muttered looking mildly ashamed.
“That’s alright i expected as much.” She said and motioned towards your body. “May I?” You nodded and she scooped you up out of the water unbothered at drenching her outfit.
Ms Thornhill wrapped you a fluffy white towel as Ms Weems set you down on the counter. You lent heavily against the wall as they made quick work of drying you off.
Once you were only slightly damp, they wrapped you in a fresh towel and the principal scooped you back into her arms again. Leaving the bathroom, she placed you down her her bed.
“Marilyn could you please go get Y/n something to eat? I believe I have some cookies on my desk.” She said as she sat beside you on the bed and patted your leg. “Do you feel up to eating anything?” She asked.
“I feel a bit sick to be honest. I think i hit my head when i blacked out. I have an awful headache.” You admitted. The principal frowned at the admission.
“I’ll get you some water and pain medicine. When you say you feel sick what do you mean specifically darling?” She asked. You shrugged feeling embarrassed.
“Nauseous i guess.” You muttered and avoided her eyes.
“Like you're going to be sick?” She asked eyebrows raised and lips pursed.
“Maybe i don’t know.” You said still not looking at her and playing with your fingers. She placed a gentle hand on your chin and guided your head to look at her.
“Honey thats ok. Its ok to need help sometimes. Help I’m happy to give you. Im going to go get a bucket and some medicine and a water for you. Can you sit tight while i do?” She asked and you nodded and swallowed.
“Good girl. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stood and walked out the door into her office you watched her go. Trying to sort through how you felt.
It was odd to be cared for. You simply weren’t used to the feeling. Comfort. Odd. You heard the two teachers converse in hushed voices as they hurried around the office to grab what you needed. You caught a couple words. Infirmary, concussion and throw up.
God, you hope they don’t send you to the infirmary. It felt so cold and clinical. And despite not being used to the care and love they were showing you it wasn’t take you very long to crave it. You already missed the soft reassuring touches they provided.
The uncomfortable feeling in your stomach seemed to build. You hoped they would be back soon because you knew you were going to be sick soon. You felt the feeling clawing at your throat.
You sat forward with a lot of effort as you pitched forward. Your hands grasped the bedsheets as you dry heaved fruitlessly. You heard the door open and hurried footsteps. You felt something being slid into your lap which you registered as a bin.
Thank God. You would feel awful throwing up on the bed. That would be an embarrassment you couldn’t come back from. You felt a hand rub circles on your back as your eyes watered.
“We should get her to the infirmary.” The Botany teacher said watching with concern. The principal shook her head.
“All is well Marilyn i can look after her, you may return to your class i know you have another duty at the lake soon. I will explain later.” She said not taking her eyes off you. You had stopped gagging, nothing coming up. But she suspected that wasn’t all.
The teacher nodded “if you insist.” She said and stepped out. After a second of stillness, you suddenly pitched forward and began to vomit into the bin.
“Oh honey.” She said still rubbing your back. You tried to pull away, thinking she was grossed out by it. But she held firm. One hand on your back and the other steadying the bin in your lap which you held onto for dear life.
“No no none of that now. It’s ok. Let it out darling.” She said continuing to rub you back. After a moment you stopped. She raised a brow as you panted.
“Done?” She asked moving towards the bin. You didn’t respond for a second.
“Nope.” You said in a small voice and pitched forward again. Your stomach didn’t hold back as it emptied. You felt gross and vulnerable. Tears streamed down your face from the acidic feeling, taste and smell.
“Oh love. Its ok.” She said and soon you stoped and flopped against the pillows trapping her hand. Gently she removed it and took the bin away depositing it in the bathroom to clean later.
“Are you feeling better at all?” She asked and you shot a weak thumbs up making her chuckle. She helped you rinse out out mouth and handed you as stick of gum. You took it gratefully and chewed slowly.
“We’ll wait a bit before we try some food. Are you feeling up to talk?” She asked noting as you stiffened slightly.
You knew this was coming, ever since she mentioned seeing the scars. People like you were rare and that made you a subject of interest. Even at nevermore you were the only one as far as you knew.
Your mother was the only other that you could find in the alumni archives as despite not saying what power she possessed you knew it was the one you shared.
You let out a shaky breath. “Ok.” You said. Weems nodded and sat beside you and patted your leg waiting for you to talk first.
“It was only around a week ago.” The principal sucked a breath at your words. A week was too long for them to go unchecked.
“Do they hurt?” She asked softly and you sighed. “Only when they stay folded for too long but i don’t want the other students to know.” You said softly.
“Can you show me?” She asked gently and you nodded and sat forward.
Drawing a breath and closing your eyes. For a second nothing happened and then two black wings burst from the scars on your back. They were small but would undoubtedly get bigger. Each one around a meter wide when extended. The principal looked at them in awe.
“Angels are very rare. I have never heard of one coming to nevermore.” She said. She reached out and gently stroked the feathers, you shuddered, and she withdrew her hand.
“Sorry.” She said.
“No, it’s ok. They’re just sensitive.” You said looking sheepish. “And I’m not the first, nevermore has had my kind before.” You said tasting the strange words on your tongue trying to decipher if the taste was sweet or sour. “My mother was one.” You said and Weems looked at you with interest.
“I knew your mother. She simply said she was a seer?” The principal said and you nodded.
“I know.” You said “Easy cover. It's not like pretending to be a wolf or a gorgon or a vampire. Seers seem almost as normal as humans which means they were easy to impersonate with her wings folded i assume.” The principal nodded slowly drawing in the information.
“She did leave me something and I feel now is the best time to open it.” She said and you looked at her with curiosity. Slowly she stood and retrieved a small box from the bookshelf against the far wall of the room.
You had been left in Larissa’s care since you family had died and once you were of age you had come to nevermore.
Originally you had lived with her sister as Larissa had not had the time to run a school and care for a child. Her sister had been best friends with your mother, so it made more sense that way, so you really didn’t know the women better than any of the other teachers.
Your only interacts limited to the odd Christmas spent together and family gathering you were often roped into despite feeling like you were intruding. Based off the fact her sister, Ivy Aurora-Elizabeth Weems, was your legal guardian you guessed that made Larissa your adopted aunt in a weird and confusing way. But she rarely had time for you. It wasn’t out of malice but simply she didn’t have time, she was a busy woman. She rarely saw her sister either.
It's not that she disliked you, quite the opposite in fact, she had a soft spot for you and felt guilty she hasn’t spent more time with you.
At some of that gathering she had told you to call her Larissa outside of school hours but to call her principal Weems when on campus. You nodded knowing there was nothing behind her words, no deeper meaning but it still felt like the relationship between the two of you was strained. You kind of had a notion she didn’t want you, but you were simply misinterpreting her guilt.
To be honest you haven’t seen her outside of a school capacity in a few years. Only for your interview and check-ups for academic purposes. Frankly you could have almost forgotten she was in a weird way closer (legally) to you than the other teachers, even if it didn’t feel like it. Almost being the operative word.
“You're not mad i didn’t tell anyone?” You asked honestly surprised.
“No darling i know why you did what you did. But i do have some conditions for you” she said, and your eyes glanced at hers nervously. But hers held nothing but love and care.
“You will come in tomorrow morning for the first few classes if not the whole day. I need to do some research but from what i know new wings need a lot of care to make sure they mature properly and healthily. I will do a full checkup tomorrow morning here in my office. You don’t have to be nervous it shouldn’t hurt.” She said patting your leg. “From now on if your back hurts from keeping the wings inside for too long you are welcome to come to my office at any time you need to stretch them, it can be damaging to keep them inside for too long. This will stay between you, me and Ms Thornhill until you feel comfortable. As a part of your maturation process, we will do weekly checkups and physio to make sure everything is going ok. Your mother’s package she left, if my suspicions are correct, contain all the materials we will need including some books i will need to study.” She chuckled.
“Your mother always did find a way i ended up doing her work.” She said and you smiled softly. “Take the rest of the day off to relax, I don’t think you have a concussion but if you feel sick again come find me or send someone to get me ok?”
“Ok” you mumbled.
“Good girl. Relax that heatstroke was pretty intense and you need to have some fluids and food.” She said standing up and walking to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out a bottle of blue Gatorade and twisted the lid off to hand to you.
“Drink.” She instructed and you took a few small sips which made her smile.
“Do you think you can make it back to your dorm or do you need some help?” She asked.
“I should be ok, thank you principal Weems you didn’t need to do any of this for me.” You said ducking your head.
“Nonsense darling. You're my responsibility and I want to make sure you're thriving.” She said, and in a softer tone she added. “After all I’ve known you for a long time even if we didn’t really know each-other. I’d like to change that someday if you’ll let me.”
You saw sincerity in her eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. In a quiet voice you added.
“I’d like that too.” And she beamed in response.
The two of you said your goodbyes and she reiterated that if you needed anything you were to come to her and not the nurse to make sure it was never recorded that you were an angel.
You hurried back to your dorm and crawled into bed for a nap. Drifting off you began to wonder how things would change.
Tomorrow was defiantly going to be interesting to say the least.
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#weems#principal weems#Larrissa weems#reader#platonic#fever#heatstroke#angel#outcast reader#nevermore#wings#winged reader#reader is an angel#secrets#passing out#fainting#whump#hurt / comfort#comfort#vomiting#soft Larrissa weems#marylin thornhill#Ms Thornhill#Thornhill isn’t laurel gates#series#scars and secrets#sicfic#wednesday addams#enid Sinclair#student reader
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WOLLEMI DAY 7- HEAT
CW: Pet whump, Beatings mention, heat stroke, left out in the sun as a punishment, Dehydration!!, Creepy, and dominating whumper, swearing heh, Young whumpee, mental distress, fainting. A lot of it.
Caleb had never felt the heat so cruel.. It beat down upon him, scorching every inch of exposed skin. Caleb was bounded tight to a tree, heat coming in directly at him, intensifying the bruises and cuts he had just recently gotten from Dominic's hands as another punishment. The beating was still fresh in his mind. He had just managed to get on Dominic's nerves (which wasn't a new thing) when he was already in a bad mood.
Dominic had just left him outside after it as if that wasn't enough. The ropes cut into his skin, only tightening when he tried struggling. At this point he had just given up. Waiting for his captor to come and get him out of there. Maybe he would even get a cold bath if he behaved!! Caleb after realizing what he was thinking seemed disgusted by himself.
"Fuck.. That guy's getting a hold on me.." He mumbled to himself. This was all meant to be a cruel lesson in obedience. Like he was a fucking 5 year old waiting to be disciplined by his mom. He was 17 for fucks sake!!
Caleb got lost in his thoughts of killing Dominic in different ways. He tried sleeping. It didn't work. He tried screaming Dominic's name even adding a "sir" when he wouldn't hear anything back. It didn't work. He tried struggling more, as if somehow the ropes would loosen and he could run away. Guess what?? It didn't work.
It had been hours. Dehydration set in. He needed water. Badly. Dominic wasn't going to leave him here to die from Hyperthermia right?? Surely, he hadn't gotten bored of him that early.
"Sir! I-I learnt m-my lesson. Y-You can untie me now!" Caleb tried shouting, but it just came out in a raspy whisper. Dominic had long since disappeared, leaving him to suffer alone.
Hours stretched into days. Caleb kept going in and out of consciousness. Both because of his untreated injuries that burnt under the sun, and because of the lack of water and tiredness. Being tied to the tree for so long was torturous. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Was he going to die at this motherfucker's hands? Was he even alive right now? Going in and out of consciousness a lot made him question reality. What he could see was real and what was not.
Just when Caleb was about to pass out again he felt gentle hands on him. Without even thinking, he immediately leaned into the touch. He tried blinking his eyes, to see who it was but eventually gave up. He felt being picked up as he whimpered slightly narrowing his eyes. The figure just chuckled carrying him.
"You didn't really enjoy sunbathing huh? I'm surprised you're even alive after being out there for two days kitten." The figure chuckled again but all Caleb could here was the ringing in his ears, the huge headache and the way he felt nauseous and dizzy. Caleb closed his eyes almost immediately passing out again.
#wollemi whump event#wollemi day 7#wollemi heat#day 7 heat#day 7#writing event#whump event#whumblr#whump community#my writing#whump scenario#whumper#pet whump#pet whumpee#young whumpee#whump writing#whumpee#whump#heatstroke#my oneshots#Caleb#Dominic#my ocs#whumpblr#whump communtiy#creepy whumper#dominating whumper#intimidating whumper#dehydration#left out in the sun
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yo dude i know you just worked your ass off on that vince fic (i can tell bro bc holy shit, like i genuinely think thats my new favorite all time fic i'll go back to for years to come), but rn im just so 🤩🤩 rn with the idea of the football boys playing a game, like maybe a little for-fun game of football, maybe they go to a recreational basketball/baseball field to play a little game that isnt football in their freetime, and someone gets hurt or sumn? damn idk what it is with me and suggesting seeing these boys hurt but GODDDD ITS SO 🤩🤩🤩🤩 (also probably vince wouldnt be the hurt one, as he just got absolutely smushed. he may not even be in said setting bc he's still having to not do anything due to the last fic, if everything is in chronological order)(IH MY GOD WHAT IF VINCE WAS STAYING WITH JONAH AND LEO AND LEO WAS OUT PLAYING THE GAME WITH THEM AND COMES HOME HURT AND THE TWO ARE LIKE "damn not you too")(if you decide to go thru with this ask, please dont feel rushed bc i dont want you to get burnt out yk? take your time 💪💪💪)
"Finally, I see the sun," Vince groaned, causing Leo to roll his eyes.
"It's been literally ten days, you drama queen," he said, removing his baseball cap and pushing his hair back, away from his sweaty forehead, then planting the cap back down, this time facing back.
"Ten days of captivity," Vince said, dramatically rubbing his good hand over his face, "is good to be out of jail."
"I'd like to think my food is a little better than jail's," Leo scoffed, turning around and walking backwards towards the field, "are you sure you wanna stay and watch? Doesn't sound very fun to me."
"I was going stir crazy in that apartment," Vince winced as the limping pulled on his wounded side. He was definitely dosed up on painkillers, but there was still a dull throbbing on his side that the drugs couldn't chase, made worse by all the hopping around, "even sitting and watching you guys play is better fun than watching another episode Rachel's bad romantic decisions."
Leo grinned, turning around so he could run ahead and join the remaining guys on the field and Vince took his time limping towards the bleachers. His shirt was covered in sweat by the time he sat down.
He didn't know all the players. Leo, yes, Spencer and Mikey from the team too. The other people he didn't know, it seemed they were an weird rag tag team of people's various acquaintances. By the way Leo waved to some of them, he guessed they were colleagues from the law firm.
It didn't matter, Vince was just overjoyed to be out of the fancy apartment and smelling freshly cut grass, with the sun shining down on him. He had not been made to sit around, there was too much energy running through him during all hours of the day and the worst part of this whole accident had been no longer being able to hit the gym or the field or, hell, he'd even take Wendy's hot yoga classes at this point.
"Hey!" Luke's voice startled Vince and he turned on the hot stone bleachers in order to see him. Luke jogged closer, "good to see you out of bed."
"You have no idea," Vin nodded, studying his best friend, "you good? Bella said the bug was brutal."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Luke had a huge smile on, much like Vince he hated lying about, although he looked a little paler than normal and his voice was scratchy, "wish us luck."
"Make them cry, captain" Vince teased, raising both thumbs up, his left one cradled in his chest since his arm was still resting on the sling.
Lucas tipped his baseball cap in a cowboy-esque way, "you got it, man."
They were playing baseball and Vince didn't much care for it. It was much too american for him, aside from football he had always been more fond of soccer, something he had in common with Jonah. In fact, Jon had proved to be a bit of a soccer addict, Vince had found in the past week living with him and Leo. He knew all the leagues, yelled at the TV and got sullen when his team lost. It was quite amusing to Vin that, for once, he wasn't the one with the blood pressure skyrocketing through the roof.
He leaned back lazily, barely paying attention to the game, enjoying the warmth. Now that he was sitting down for a bit, the ribs' aching had quieted down.
For the next two hours he watched his friends sprint across the field, shouting at each other, ignoring the yelling from the opposite team. Vince blamed it on the drugs and the sun scorching down, but he was feeling sleepy in no time. He cursed at it, it was such a bummer that everyone else was right and he needed to rest, when all he did was rest now.
"Time!" he heard Lucas say, voice booming. He had that characteristic about him, where he could speak loudly and be heard by everyone without looking like he was screaming.
The group dispersed and Luke jogged back to where Vince was sitting, Leo close behind him.
"Are we winning, son?" Vince teased, causing Lucas to chuckle and shove his knee.
"Didn't make 'em cry, yet, but we're winning," he said, competitiveness rolling off of him. He glanced past his shoulder and frowned, "why are you pouting?"
Vince looked away from Luke, to Leo, and raised his eyebrows. As Lucas said, the blonde had a big frown on and he was squinting at the grass. He angrily rubbed at his forehead, "I don't... I don't feel so good."
"Shit, LU-" Vince shouted, using his good hand to shove Lucas' arm, who leaped forward just in time to catch Leo as his knees gave up.
"What the fuck?!" Luke squealed, his voice breaking. He grabbed Leo by the armpits, manhandling him to sit on the edge of the bleacher's step, "Leo? Leo, c'mon, open your eyes-"
"Not fainting," Leo slurred, pushing Lucas' frantic hands away from his face, "nauseous."
Vince grimaced as he scooted closer, having to prop all his body weight on his right arm in order to lower himself to the step under his, where Leo was sitting. He grabbed Leo's shoulder and then moved his hand up to his neck and cheeks. Despite the fact his cheeks were blazing red and his hair still damp with sweat, his cheeks were dry and his skin felt cold, "oh kid," Vince sighed, "I think you got heatstroke."
Lucas, still looking nervous, cupped Leo's face too, hunching on himself to look him in the face, "aww, why didn't you say anything?" he asked.
Vince watched as Leo's throat bobbed dangerously and he glanced at Luke, "I think you better move..."
He barely had time to say this and Leo was folding in half, vomit jetting out of his mouth and covering the grass under them. Lucas jumped out of the way just in time, but not quick enough to avoid getting the tip of his sneakers covered in orange sick.
"Shit, Leo..." Vince sighed, holding on the back of his friend's muscle shirt, "okay, get it up, you'll feel better in a bit... Luke, can you drive us back...?" Vince voice trailed off as he realized that Lucas had a hand holding Leo's shoulder, but the other one was firmly pressed to his mouth, eyes shut, face pale, "uh... Luke?"
"Sorry-" he said in a muffle manner, then let go of Leo and staggered away from them, bracing against his knees and retching.
Leo groaned, almost falling off since Luke had let go of his arm and Vince squeezed his shirt a little tighter, "don't worry about him, he's fine..." he said, while Leo coughed up another round of brown liquid, "you're fine, right?!" Vince said a little louder and Luke raised a hand, thumb up, while still gagging mercilessly.
Leo spat, then leaned back and almost fell, his head meeting Vince's wounded shoulder and causing him to bite down a scream. He breathed through the pain, as the poor man groaned and leaned his head against his bicep.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I just-"
"It's okay, you can't help it," Vince said, voice strained, "we're going home, just- Here," he winced, reaching back to where he had been sitting and grabbing a water bottle, "take some sips."
"Won't stay down-" Leo groaned, taking the lukewarm bottle and then looking up as Lucas' heaved again, this time managing to bring up a pathetic amount of puke, "is he okay?"
"He's fine," Vince said, rolling his eyes, "drink your water."
Ahead of them Lucas straightened up, belching deeply into his fist and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, walking back to them, "sorry..."
"Since when you get sympathy sick?" Vince asked, while Leo took the smallest sip of water, gagging around the bottle's finish.
"I guess I'm not feeling a hundred percent still," Lucas' cheeks turned pink and he rubbed at his chest, "I'm better now, don't worry."
"Not worried," Vince lied, while Leo let out a moan again, hugging his stomach.
"This is awful, I feel really dizzy..."
"You just need to lie down in a cool place, get some electrolytes in you," Vin rubbed his nape, then glanced at Lucas, "can you drive?"
"Yeah, of course," the brunette nodded, although Vince wasn't feeling very reassured by how milky white Lucas looked. Sadly, there was no other option.
"C'mere," Lucas said, carefully side stepping the puddle on the ground and looping an arm around Leo's waist, "lean on me."
"I'm sorry I made you sick..."
"That was on me," Luke waved him off and Vince gestured for them to go ahead, since getting himself out of the bleachers was a struggle on its own.
By the time he reached them, Leo was sitting inside Luke's car, with the a/c blasting, while Luke was leaning outside of it, an arm wrapped around his stomach.
"I'm fine," Luke said preemptively, "I should've listened to Bell," he let out a sick burp, spat on the gravel and kicked the little rocks to cover up the mess, "really, stop looking at me like that."
"I'm just worried," Vince shrugged, or tried to, only to hiss as it pulled on his shoulder and ribs, "I can call Wendy if you can't drive. She's got the day off..."
'I can drive," Luke shook his head, "I just overdid it with all the running around and the mess..." he gagged fruitlessly against his hand, "I'm good."
"Clearly," Vince agreed sarcastically, then limped to the backseat.
Leo was slumped on the passenger seat, head leaning back, taking some deep, measured breaths.
"Hey, kid," Vin reached in and squeezed his arm, "just hang in there, this is going to pass soon."
Leo nodded, but he still looked dangerously pale, lips pressed in one thin line.
The drive was uneventful, Vince glancing nervously from Leo to Lucas and wondering how their evening had downgraded so quickly. Just as they got close, Leo suddenly hiccupped, slapping a hand over his mouth as a burp slipped out and with the other one he pushed Lucas' thigh "pull over-" his voice was muffled, punctuated by another belch at the end and Luke cringed, turning on the sign and pulling to the side of the road.
At least it was an uneventful Saturday, so the street was almost empty. Leo pushed the door, but didn't even have time to get out. He stuck his head out and coughed up another stream, letting out a whimper.
"Aw, kiddo..." Vince sighed, shoving himself in the space between the driver's seat and passenger one, so he could grab the back of Leo's pants and keep him sitting down. Lucas was no help, despite the guilty expression he had on, he had pressed his forehead to the steering wheel and was gulping nervously.
"It hurts..." Leo groaned, coughing and panting, "my head hurts so much."
"I know, I'm sorry," Vince said unhelpfully, rubbing his back, "get it up, Leo..."
He heard another pitiful whine and then more hurling, followed by a sigh, "I think... I think I'm done."
Or empty, Vince thought, keeping his hand on Leo's back. He glanced at Lucas and cringed. His friend's face was firmly in the gray territory, jaw clenched.
"Take a deep breath, I bet the carsickness isn't helping your situation," Vince said, squeezing Leo's bicep and fighting the anxiety inside of him. He hated not being able to help. He should be the one driving.
"I'm good," Leo slammed the door shut, "I just wanna get home."
"Just a couple minutes," Luke mumbled, his voice all thick and weird, "sorry, I-"
"It's okay, Luke," Leo said tiredly, "Jon gets sympathy sick too, I get it..." he rubbed at his forehead, "just drive, please?"
Once they finally arrived, without another incident, Vince almost groaned as he realized now there was twice as much walking around to be done. He sucked it up, carefully stepping out of the car and offering his good arm for Leo.
"Lean on me, kid," then to Lucas, who was just stepping out of the car, "no. You're not coming in, you're going straight home. Shooo."
"How do you intent on looking after him...?" Luke frowned, despite the pained lines on his face, "Vin, I can-"
"I'm fine," Leo groaned and while Vince could feel his grip was a little too tight for someone who was fine, he knew Lucas wasn't going to be any help, "go home, Luke. I'll text you later."
"...Promise?" Lucas glanced between the two of them, torn between wanting to help and feeling too sick.
"Yeah, we're fine," Vince nodded, ignoring the throbbing on his side, "go home. C'mon, Leo..."
The blonde waved one last goodbye to Luke, then slumped against Vince. Vin could tell he was trying to be mindful not to rest his full body weight on him, but he was doing a poor job of it. He bit down a groan, wrapping his good arm around Leo's waist and resting his back against the inside of the elevator.
"Shitty day," he groaned, causing the blonde to let out a tired chuckle.
"That seems to be a pattern lately," he mumbled, face pressed to Vince's bicep, "it's not as bad as it was out there."
"Good, you just need to rest a bit," Vin reassured him, breathing deeply through his mouth as pain spread all the way up his shoulder. They all but stumbled inside the house and Leo headed straight for the couch, while Vince braced against the desk near the front door and took deep, measured breaths.
"Vin? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he lied, wiping the sweat from his upper lip, "probably just due my meds... Sit down and turn up the A/C, I'm gonna get you some water."
He didn't dare walking all the way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Instead Vince filled up Leo's gym bottle with cold water and then wet a dishcloth, deciding he'd rather face Jon's judgment than to walk all that distance. He limped back to the couch and met Leo's worried gaze, "I'm fine," Vince said, handing him the bottle and sitting down too, "here, lie down."
"You don't look very fine," Leo grumbled, but he was too lethargic to do anything about it. He took a gulp of the cold water and let out a relieved sigh when he rested his head on Vin's lap and the cold dishcloth met his forehead, "this feels much better."
"Uhm," Vince smiled, moving on the couch so he could put his feet up the coffee table. His sprained left foot was killing him, "c'mere, kid."
Easy like that, all the times he had done this to his own sisters came rushing back and he found himself playing with Leo's hair, combing the blonde strands and scratching at the scalp, "you're due a haircut," Vince mumbled, eyes slipping closed as he felt Leo relax against him.
"Jon says longer is hotter," he said quietly, "I've always wanted this, you know?"
"...What?" Vince frowned, opening his eyes and glancing down. Leo seemed almost asleep, the stress taking it's toll on him, "Leo?"
"Family," Leo sighed, cuddling closer and moving the wet cloth to cover his eyes, "it's almost weird to have it."
"Oh..." Vince's heart dropped and he squeezed the blonde's shoulder, fighting a smile, "well... Get used to it, Leo. This is your life now."
#mywriting#sickfic#heatstroke#emeto#sympathy sickness#leo wagner#lucas atwood#the fic in which Vin is like okay this is my brother now period - like legally i'm adopting him
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Sorry to be bearer of bad news, my aunt's dog past away of a heatstroke yesterday while in a family gathering and I want to share some things that I've learn from the vet and other articles on the internet in case it might help someone. If anyone would like to add or correct some information please do so.
How to prevent a heatstroke in dogs:
Make sure your dog is not on an enclosed or poorly ventilated area.
Don't make them exercise on hot days, if you most do so make sure it's in the earliest hours of the day or at night and take water with you.
Keep them hydrated: make sure they are regularly drinking water especially in days with the highest temperatures.
You can place a moist towel on their backs. Make sure there's no water dripping from it before you do so.
If you feel your dog's body is getting hot (check the ears) you can try to puor room temperature water on their belly. Do not pour cold water or pour the water on their backs. The sudden temperature shift can actually be bad for your dog and pouring the water on their back we'll heat them up more.
Signs of heatstroke
If your dog shows this symptoms take them to the vet inmediatly. Keep in mind this were the symptoms showed by my aunt's dog):
Excessive and loud panting
Increased salivation
Foamy or thick saliva
Difficulty walking
Their tongue turns blue
Red scleras
Vomit and diarrhea*
*not showed by my aunt's dog
On extreme cases, a heatstroke can cause:
Shock ( the dog collapses, can't stand, becomes unresponsive)
Temporary blindness
If you touch or try to hold them they make a move similar to pedaling or swimming. This is means possible seizures.
Seizures.
If you get to this point, your dog will have difficulty breathing, so put them in a lion position with their belly and their paw pads touching the ground.
Also keep their mouth open from time to time so they can get more oxygen.
Once your dog has gotten treatment at a vet, it is likely they will not eat or drink and they'll keep panting for another day. Offer them water and food as time goes, but do not force feed them anything.
Highest risk
Your dog is at a higher risk of a heatstroke if they:
Are very young or very old
Are overweight
Are a flat face breed such as bulldogs or pugs.
Have thick coats
Have pre-existing lung or heart conditions.
I'd really appreciate if you could share this. I'm sorry if any information is wrong, I got it from the vet and some quick reaserch on the internet. Please correct me if that's the case so I can edit this post.
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Summer Enjoyer.
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Random Austria headcanon #5
Austria has gotten heatstroke numerous times and will likely continue to because he refuses to dress down into shorts and short sleeves during the summer. Not that it matters most of the time since his country doesn’t get nearly as hot and he spends the majority of every season indoors, but everyone knows he’s gonna get lost running errands (especially) while visiting others.
Congrats, man. Now you’re stuck walking around outside in weather that proves global warming isn’t a hoax, and you’re wearing three layers.
#hetalia#hetalia austria#aph austria#hws austria#roderich edelstein#aph austria headcanons#hetalia headcanons#hetalia hcs#heatstroke
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Hi! I was wondering what performing (a concert) in 140 degree heat for 3 hours could do to someone? Like would they have heatstroke and if they would how would you treat that?
I’m also wondering about what the crowd would be experiencing?
Death. That's the temperature a car gets to in the summer when leaving your kid or dog in there is literal murder. 110 is higher than average even for Phoenix, Arizona, land of the melting dumpsters. Above that is not anything a human should be out in for any reason.
-Mod J
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On the Tai/Summer not kissing for that night: it's just so fucking funny to me like at that point in their relationship I'm pretty sure they would have but they didn't. As a Rosebird shipper: lmao Poly STR, malewife Tai or he is just the Assigned Caretaker of Kids(tm). As a Hummingbird shipper: Qrow is Ruby's Dad be vibin' LMAO. Tai and Summer were sweet though. Love the STRQ food we got for the last ep! They saved the best for the last.
Something is up and I want to know what it is 👀
#rwby#rwby spoilers#rwby volume 9#rosebird#hummingbird#heatstroke#questions and answers#they were sweet though#I do love them no matter what’s going on
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#taylor swift#taylornation#taylors version#eras tour#swifties#the eras tour#the eras tour brazil#the eras era#brazil#rio de janeiro#ana benevides#heatstroke
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Title: A Little Sun
Prompt: Heatstroke
Summary: Hiccup gets heatstroke.
Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon
Pairing: None
Word Count: 849
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.
Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo @badthingshappenbingo for the space “Heatstroke”.
AO3.
#ashleybenlove fanfic#Bad Things Happen Bingo#Heat Stroke#Heatstroke#how to train your dragon#Race to the Edge#hiccup#toothless#hiccup and toothless#otp: we can do this. you and me. as one.#Hiccup and the Gang#astrid#fishlegs#snotlout#ruffnut#tuffnut#fanfic#whump
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situational whump prompt for your consideration: heatwave + blackout. temps are above 110° F and everyone is already miserable, but somewhere along there, power's gone out entirely. did it start at midnight, and now whoever's sleeping wakes up to severe heatstroke without even trying? is your whump team barracading themselves into the coolest room they can find, and now they're stuck with each other, irritated and sweaty, for who knows how long? is your whumpee forced to work, even with the awful conditions--and can they handle the heat?
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1. heatstroke - whumpay 2023
the heat of the desert beat down against whumpee's back. their skin was dry against hot sand. they struggled to move forward, one leg after another, just one more step, one more step, you're almost there.
they had been wandering the desert for what felt like days. the horizon showed nothing but dunes as far as the eye could see. they were so screwed. they were going to die out here like this, and after so long stumbling through the desert, they just wanted it to be over.
"'s not fair. not fair. 's not fair..." whumpee muttered to themselves. they had escaped. they had made it out of whumper's clutches so why, why were they not saved?
there was a faraway thrum at the back of whumpee's skull. their head ached something fierce; vicious pounding that beat away incessantly at their temples. their trembling hands swam in their vision. raw and aching, feverish and inflamed, entire body flushed red. they looked up and saw nothing but white.
heatstroke. whumpee almost laughed as they doubled over onto their hands and knees, delirious. they retched, shaking with nausea, but nothing came up. nothing until they saw the red splash of blood fall onto the hot sand. heatstroke. they had escaped whumper, made it out of their clutches, and now they were going to die to something as inconsequential as heatstroke.
"whumpee!" the distant sounds of their teammates rushing out of a helicopter pierced whumpee's ears. they saw nothing but white, white, white. hands on their shoulders. one last retch, and whumpee passed out on the hot sand like a ton of bricks.
#whumpay2023#whumpay#heatstroke#whump#whump drabble#whump writing#whump prompt#hero whumpee#villian whumper#team whump#this one has vague tony stark vibes
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