#hospital stay

[awhitehead17]

Stand By Me

TimKon, Tim & Bruce, Canon Divergence Infinite Crisis, Kon lives, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Angst.

Summary: It’s been three weeks since what they are now calling the Infinite Crisis. The Crisis led to much devastation, not to just their world, but across all multi-dimensions, hundreds of lives have been lost, both hero, villain and civilian alike.

Even now Tim still can’t comprehend what happened to his best friend all those weeks ago. He's been sat inside his hospital room, unmoving, as he waits for his best friend to wake up after he went knocking on death's door.

A/N: This if for the 'Hospital Stay' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. It's a canon divergence of Infinite Crisis where Kon lives.

Also on AO3

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“Tim, it’s been ten days. You can’t keep staying in here.”

Technically it’s been nine days, fourteen hours and thirty-six minutes, not that Tim is going to correct him. He hums in acknowledgment but otherwise continues to stare ahead and ignores the concerned gaze on him.

“Tim.”

At the sharp tone Tim finally turns around and faces the man behind him. He scowls feeling irritable by the constant badgering everyone keeps doing to him.

“I’m not leaving.” He states firmly. “I am not going anywhere, not until he wakes up and is back up on his feet. I’m not going and you can’t make me.”

“That could be another month or two Tim.”

“Then I’ll be staying here for that month or two. I mean it. I’m not going anywhere.”

Being done with the conversation Tim turns back around and pointedly ignores the man behind him. He shouldn’t really, no one ever puts their back to Batman, but Tim doesn't care. All his attention and focus is on the unconscious body lying on the hospital bed in front of him.

It’s been three weeks since what they are now calling the Infinite Crisis. And those three weeks have been hell. The Crisis led to much devastation, not to just their world, but across all multi-dimensions, hundreds of lives have been lost, both hero, villain and civilian alike. Even whole cities had been destroyed. Throughout the last three weeks it’s taken a humongous effort from everyone in the community to try and gain some sort of normalcy after what happened and they’re still nowhere near out of the fire just yet.

For ten (nine) of those twenty-one days since the Crisis, Tim’s been sat inside this hospital room, unmoving, as he waits for his best friend to wake up from a coma he’d fallen into.

Kon went knocking on deaths door during the Crisis.

Even now Tim still can’t comprehend what happened to his best friend. Kon had been willing to  sacrifice himself to defeat Superboy Prime and the machine that threatened the multiverse. Kon had sustained fatal injuries during the battle with Prime and gained even more after he crashed them both into the machine which ultimately stopped it. Kon almost succumbed to his injuries but miraculously made it through.

It’s not been a smooth recovery. Kon had flatlined two times there on the battlefield and once more several hours later. The medical team had thankfully managed to stabilise him and keep him alive long enough for his body to start healing on its own, even with his Kryptonian genetics it took time for the healing genes to kick in.

For the first seven days Tim hadn’t been allowed to see him, Clark had kept Kon away at the fortress and refused to let anyone to see him. After that week Clark allowed Kon to be moved into the Justice League based hospital, even then Tim still hadn’t been allowed to see him for another four days. Just as Tim had been ready to blow the hospital doors down Clark allowed him entry and since then Tim hasn’t once left.

He’s occasionally popped out to either go toilet or a quick shower but he’s never been gone longer than ten minutes. Others have popped by and stayed with him, other frequent visitors have been Bart and Cassie who thankfully also survived the Crisis, they’ve all told him they’ll watch over Kon while he gets some fresh air and a proper night’s sleep but Tim's refused to leave each and every time. It feels like the moment he takes his eyes off Kon he’ll never see him again.

Bruce has been by to check on Tim nearly every day since he’s set up shop in Kon's room. Every time he would ask Tim if he wanted anything or telling him it’s okay for him to leave. Tim appreciates the concern, especially with everything that’s been going on, and how his focus has been needed elsewhere, but after several days of this it’s frustrating now and Tim doesn't get why Bruce wouldn’t leave him alone. Out of his kids Bruce really ought to be focusing on Dick more than him, Dick has been one of the people who has suffered the most in the Crisis considering his entire city had been demolished. He’s going through a lot and needs the support.

There's a rustle of movement behind him and suddenly Bruce is crouching down beside the chair Tim is sat in. Tim pointedly looks the other way and does his best to ignore the man. Bruce has other ideas because he reaches over, cups his cheek and turns Tim so he’s looking at him.

Not having the energy Tim doesn't fight against it although he closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the man whose still staring at him in concern.

“Tim can you look at me.” Tim stubbornly doesn’t. “Tim, please.” A moment later Tim hears a harsh sigh come from the man and while he feels somewhat bad for his behaviour he still refuses to look at Bruce. The hand falls away from his cheek and he feels Bruce shift by his chair. “Okay, don’t look but at least listen to what I have to say.” Tim doesn’t acknowledge him although Bruce must have expected this as he continues talking anyway.

Whatever he says goes straight over Tim’s head because the moment the man opened his mouth a beep sounded out from one of the machines next to Kon’s head at the end of the bed. His attention immediately zeroed in on the noise, effectively blocking everything – Bruce – out and Tim studied the machine with laser focus trying to work out what it could mean. When nothing out of the ordinary could be noted Tim changed his focus to his best friend looking for any signs of him either waking up or if something is wrong. Again nothing appears out of the ordinary. Kon simply looks like he’s taking a nap.

A hand on his shoulder roughly shaking him averts his attention away from Kon and back to the other man in the room, who Tim had completely forgotten about.

Bruce is scowling at him, but Tim could see the worry underneath the cold exterior. “Were you even listening to what I was saying?”

Tim didn’t see the point in lying. Truth be told he didn’t really care. “No. I’m not leaving so stop trying to get to me go. It’s not happening.”

Bruce lets out a sharp exhale and he gets up from his crouched position. There’s suddenly an air around him that has Tim’s senses going on high alert for the first time since the man entered the hospital room. Bruce leans in closely to Tim, looming over him as he rests his hands on the arms of the chair effectively caging Tim in.

Tim couldn’t make himself look away this time. His heart is pounding inside his chest as he starts feeling a little panicked at the cold look Bruce is sending his way. It’s also the first time Tim sees the exhaustion on the man, everything that’s happened since the Crisis weighing heavily on his shoulders.

“I am going to say this once. This is your only warning, do you understand?” Bruce lowly says looking straight at Tim in the eyes. Tim swallows and nods. “Two days. If you have not left this room within two days I am going to come back here and physically drag you out. I know you’re concerned about your friend and it’s admirable on how much you want to stay by his side during this time, however neglecting yourself and your health isn’t helping anyone. It isn’t helping you, it isn’t helping me, or Dick, Cass, your team and it certainly isn’t helping Conner. With the way you’re going, you’ll end up in a bed next to him. Is that what you want Tim?”

Bruce pauses and looks expectantly at Tim as if waiting for an answer to his rhetorical question. Finding himself unable to form words Tim shakes his head anyway.

Bruce stares at him for a moment longer for which Tim holds his breath, unsure on what the man’s next move is going to be. In the end he simply grunts before straightening up and leaves the hospital room. It takes Tim a moment to remember how to breathe again once he’s gone.

Two days later Bruce sees his threat through. During this time Tim had known the man wasn't joking about forcing him to leave, but the threat didn’t stop him from not leaving Kon’s hospital room. He kinda regrets not leaving (in reality he would never) when Bruce comes into Kon’s hospital room and immediately pins Tim with a look.

Tim doesn’t hesitate. He springs out of the chair and darts towards the small supply closet within the room. He should be able to squeeze in there and avoid Bruce.

Just as he has hold of the handle, an arm wraps around his waist and hoists him up and away from the door. Tim yelps and squirms trying to escape but the hold stays firm even as he’s placed back on ground facing the opposite away from the closet. Bruce’s free hand grabs one of his own, extra caution to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, and the arm wrapped around his waist lets go so the man can use both hands to grab both of Tim’s.

Within one moment and the next Tim’s wrists were suddenly encased in handcuffs. He makes an indignant sound and tries loosening them to no avail. Before he could be verbal about his protest Bruce is wrapping an arm around his waist once again and this time throws Tim over his shoulder and starts making his way out of the room. Tim gets one more glance at an unmoving Kon in his hospital bed, the exact same position he has been in for the last twelve days, before the door closes.

Knowing it was useless, Tim still tries to fight his way to freedom. He kicks out and wiggles around, trying anything to make Bruce loosen the hold he has on him however the man appears unaffected by Tim’s attempts at freedom. He keeps walking casually down the corridor as if carrying his handcuffed teenage son over his shoulder is an everyday occurrence.

Bruce only stops once their outside by the car. Bruce opens the passenger door and finally puts Tim down onto his feet although the man keeps a hand on his shoulder and firmly guides him into the seat. Tim huffs at the manhandling but otherwise doesn’t protest. He sits obediently in the car as Bruce makes his way around to the other side and climbs into the driver’s seat. After a moment Bruce eyes him sideways and clicks a button on the dashboard, a second later he could hear the click of the locks locking. Tim rolls his eyes. He may be tempted to jump out of a moving car, it wouldn’t be the first time, but handcuffed and feeling exhausted has him thinking otherwise so Bruce shouldn’t be so paranoid.

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Tim’s allowed back into Kon’s hospital room five days later. Durning those five days Tim had been under constant supervision in a nearby penthouse which Bruce owns. He ate full three meals a day, snacks too, showered, stretched and exercised lightly, and even somehow managed to have a couple full night sleeps.

Returning to Kon's side he feels better and refreshed, not that he’d ever admit it to Bruce. He never stopped worrying about Kon’s condition but the break away from the hospital room did give Tim somewhat of a mental break. The team thankfully kept him up to date with Kon’s condition, Cassie and Bart often facetimed Tim when they were in Kon’s room, allowing Tim to see Kon for himself while he was away.

It was only hours later after Tim returned to the hospital room when Kon started to stir, for the first time he showed signs of waking up. Tim was right beside him as he groggily woke, completely out of it and confused, Tim did his best to reassure Kon of where he is and how he’s going to be okay while he paged the onsite doctor. Kon fell asleep only moments after waking up, it didn’t deter Tim however because for the first time in weeks he’s hopeful for his best friend’s recovery.

It happened in stages and Kon’s recovery is a slow progress. He wakes up on and off, as confused as the first time for a couple days before his wakings gradually increased and his coherence improved.

“How long have I been here?” Kon asks disbelievingly. He’s still rough, he’s lost weight and his skin has lost colour but Tim doesn't care about those things. His best friend is alive and that’s all that matters. Everything else can be recovered with time.

Tim absently strokes the skin of Kon’s hand from where he’s holding it in his own. “Four weeks give or take.” Tim tells him, it’s not like he hasn’t kept track. He suddenly feels himself welling up, hit by an onslaught of emotion out of nowhere.

“You’ve been here for weeks, it was all touch and go for a while and Clark had you hidden away in the fortress for a week then you were moved here, it’s been a long ass few weeks Kon, you have no idea, I didn’t know if you were going to make it, your heart stopped Kon. Three times! It stopped three times and then you wouldn’t wake up. Day after day after day. You wouldn’t wake up-”

Tim sucks in a sharp breath, effectively halting his rambling, when a hand touches his cheek. He hadn’t realised he worked himself up into a frenzy until he stopped talking. Tears were streaming from his eyes and breathing was a bit of a struggle.

“Tim – hey Tim, look at me – look at me…”

Kon’s words break through the fog in his mind and Tim meets the eyes of his best friend. Eyes that were finally open after weeks of waiting for them to do so.

“Breathe with me, Rob.”

Kon guides him through a breathing exercise which does the trick of calming him down to the point where he can think clearly again. Tim sniffs and wipes his face with his jumper sleeve before letting out a huff.

“You’re the one in the hospital bed and here I am having a breakdown.”

Kon just stares at him and despite the exhaustion clear on his face Tim could see the concern in his gaze.

“I’m not the only one going through things Tim.” He says simply. “C’mere.”

“What? No Kon-” Kon grabs Tim and starts tugging him onto his bed, after only a moment of resisting Tim lets his friend manhandle him around to his liking only because he doesn't want Kon to hurt himself. Soon enough he finds himself lying next to Kon, head resting on his shoulder and his body curled up facing towards Kon’s, his hand resting over Kon's heart feeling the steady beat underneath the skin.

Kon’s hand runs across his back and shoulder in comforting strokes. Neither of them say anything as they lie there together, simply breathing and taking in comfort from the other and listening to the steady beep of Kon’s monitors.

Tim ends up fiddling with Kon’s fingers of the hand not on his back. “I was so scared, I almost lost you,” he admits quietly. After a moment he thinks Kon hadn’t heard him or that he’s fallen asleep however when Tim looks up at his best friend he finds Kon staring at him with an indescribable look on his face.

“I don’t remember a lot of what happened leading up to… that,” Kon starts softly, not looking away from Tim. “I remember there being pain, and anger, and just the want to beat him to stop it from happening. I’ve been told it’s like a trauma response, me forgetting I mean, supposedly it’s to help myself recover, the doctors say I may remember more details down the line or even not at all. I don’t know what scares me more.”

Kon breathes deeply before glancing away.

“I want to thank you Tim,” at Tim’s frown Kon immediately shushes him, “no, I mean it. I get this hasn’t been easy for you, I’ve heard the stories of you never leaving my side and I want to say thank you for never giving up on me or for never letting me be alone even when I was unconscious.”

Tim shakes his head smiling sadly. “Of course I wasn't going to give up on you. You’re a fighter through and through, stubborn as a mule too. I didn’t want you to be alone. You’d do it for me.”

They’re best friends. Everyone knows this. There isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for each other.

Kon reaches up and cups Tim’s face, he leans forward and rests his forehead against Tim’s and Tim embraces the hold, even moving to hold Kon back. They’re here. They’re both alive. They’re both going to be fine. Tim can’t imagine living in a world without his best friend.

#tim drake #bruce wayne #kon el #canon divergence #infinite crisis #Kon lives #he's just severely hurt #Tim loses his mind with worry #Bruce tries to be a good parent #he forces tim to look after himself #hurt/comfort #injury #angst #friendship #timkon #although can be read as platonic or romantic #bad things happen bingo #hospital stay #dc comics

[paradoxlemonade]

Redstone Is A Potion Ingredient

Prompt: HOSPITAL STAY for @badthingshappenbingo

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steffen Mossner | Docm77 & Xisumavoid

Characters: Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Xisumavoid

Additional Tags: Mentioned ZombieCleo, Hurt Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Steffen Mössner | Docm77-centric, Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, self blame, inhaling redstone has consequences, Redstone (Minecraft), Angst with a Happy Ending, there's an OC for plot purposes, he's the doctor - Freeform, I need to revisit this concept later

Summary:

Doc learns there are consequences to long-term redstone exposure. He doesn't have a good time, but Xisuma is there for him.

Or: Redstone probably causes an occupational lung disease, wouldn't it?

Redstone, contrary to the odd popular belief, is not toxic. Ingesting it isn't going to hurt anyone--hell, it's a potion ingredient. No, it can be safely eaten or drunk with no adverse consequences, even if it doesn't taste particularly good.

Inhaling it, on the other hand…

(Doc coughed and hacked as the plume of red dust before him billowed in the stagnant, dry air. He waved the hand not holding his lab coat over his face in front of him and staggered backwards away from the wreckage.)

(Doc tripped over a stone and the bulging shulker boxes he carefully had balanced went tumbling in a big heap to the floor. Red fine powder surged up and into the air, tinting his vision red. He scowled and swore and gathered the boxes and lids back up, heedless of the drifting cloud.)

(Doc took a deep breath and wiped his dusty hands off on the front of his shorts. The air was heavy with humidity and powdered redstone. "Ah, I love the smell of a machine coming together.")

Doc didn't think much of it, not in a way that connected. Sure, sometimes he was short of breath or his lungs wheezed on the exhale, but that was just part of getting older, nothing more or less. Surely there was no connection to his lifelong passion.

Surely not.

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#bad things happen bingo #hospital stay #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #docm77 #whump #xisumavoid #mcyt #idea writes #hermitcraft angst #hermitcraft hurt/comfort #idea original post

[whumpshaped]

Epilogue – Dusk

there u go :) last chappy...

Dollhouse Masterlist

tw major character death, funeral, aftermath of trauma, paranoia, anxiety, police mention, hospital stay, murder mention, alcohol mention, implied past alcohol problems, implied past noncon, lady whump, implied eye gore, aftermath of surgery, past captivity, divorce, estranged family, again it's a lot i tried to get everything i'm sorry if i didn't

They weren’t supposed to be there that day. “It would be a small ceremony,” they’d told them, “it wouldn’t be appropriate. Or good for you.”

Dusk– no, he wasn’t Dusk anymore. He would never be called Dusk ever again. Diell wasted absolutely no time finding a way to be able to get out of the ward in time and take Ginger with him. They both agreed that just spoken accounts of the funeral wouldn’t be enough. They had to see the body be lowered into the goddamn hole and immediately deface the tombstone. 

He was fairly sure that Grace and Jonathan’s father played a role in them being able to sneak off as easily as they did. He would never thank the guy, not even in some weird, abstract way, but he was definitely pleased to know that he knew that any doll had more of a right to attend the ceremony than even family members.

They had to leave Pepper in the hospital, to all of their dismay. They were more hurt than the two of them, plus they wouldn’t have been able to see anything anyway. They asked for the most gruesomely detailed retelling of the funeral later, which both Diell and Ginger agreed to provide.

“I hope she’s cremated,” Ginger muttered on their way to the cemetery. “No, actually, I hope she’s not. I want to see that it’s her. If she was cremated, they could totally just put whatever in the urn, and no one would ever know.”

“Don’t even say that, holy shit.” The thought of Grace being alive in the world somewhere was a terrifying one. He had managed to kill her one time, and only because she was unconscious, but maybe that luck wouldn’t last a second round. “I’m sure they’ll bury the whole body. Like, intact. I bet it’ll be open-casket as well, with corpse make-up and all that shit.”

“Oh, she would never go six feet under without proper make-up. Never.”

Diell was the first to begin laughing, and Ginger followed soon after. The sounds of their joy felt wildly out of place at the enormous gates of the cemetery, but neither of them could find it in their soul to care. They saw people running around in pink instead of black, pink suits, pink dresses, pink ties to match. It was something out of an absurdist horror movie.

They ducked behind some gravestones when they caught a glimpse of the witch mother herself, their excitement suddenly giving way to fear. If Grace was that unhinged, that could only mean two things: either she had surpassed her mother in unhingedness, going on to become the supreme unhinged demon, or she’d learned everything from the even more unhinged woman who came before her. Diell held his breath, hoping with all his heart that it was the former. 

When he looked at Ginger’s face, he could tell that the same thoughts and fears were playing on her mind. Maybe this had been a bad idea, and maybe the hospital staff had been correct, and maybe it was embarrassing and weird to be hiding behind the markers of others’ final resting places. Diell glanced at the tombstone that was a couple inches away from his face, squinting to be able to read the name through all that moss. 

Sorry, Thomas and Esther Taylor. This is kind of an emergency.

“You think she even knows what we look like?” Ginger whispered.

“No idea. Maybe Grace showed her photos.”

“We should’ve planned further than two sweatshirts with hoods.”

“I’m happy that I even managed to snatch these up. Imagine if we had to come here in dresses or hospital gowns.”

Ginger shivered. “Yeah. Fuck that.”

They spent the entire ceremony huddled behind the headstones, listening to the priest go on about what a loving daughter and sister Grace was, occasionally peeking out to try and get a look at the body. Thankfully, not many people were attending, and Ginger turned to him with a triumphant smile soon enough.

“It’s her. It’s really her!”

“Fucking good. I hope the end to this whole shit isn’t some weird, Jesus-type resurrection.”

“Now you’re just being stupid,” she teased, but placed a dirty hand on top of his, her expression turning deathly serious. “If she moves a muscle, I’ll choke her right back to hell. Yeah?”

She meant it, Diell could tell. There was no condescension in her voice. She wasn’t telling him that he was too paranoid. She sounded exactly like someone who had thought about this before, in excruciating detail, and came to the conclusion that she was willing to risk her own life in exchange for the peace of mind that’d come with feeling Grace’s pulse disappear under her own hands. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, giving her hand a squeeze.

They watched as the crowd started swarming towards the actual grave, and they followed them from a safe distance, pretending to be taking a leisurely walk or something. Diell didn’t even know what their cover story was, honestly. But no one ended up paying them any mind, instead focusing on the wailing mother. 

From what Diell could tell, there were no other people from Grace’s close family. Maybe her grandmother? It was hard to tell. It didn’t really matter. He was happy to know that her father decided to spend time with Jonathan in the hospital instead of coming to attend this pretentious display of wealth and ridiculousness. 

The casket was slowly lowered into the hole, and both Diell and Ginger were watching it like hawks. No tricks. No ghosts. No vampires, no zombies, no nothing. Grace’s body was dropped down and buried, so deep that there wasn’t a single chance that she could’ve crawled out. Her mother knelt on her grave, weeping like someone out of a tragedy, grabbing handfuls of dirt without a care in whether it’d ruin her expensive-looking, pink gloves.

Diell turned to his friend, briefly pretending he was gonna retch. Ginger had to hide a smile. 

They lingered until after everyone else had already left, only competing with Grace’s mother by that point. She had to eventually be escorted out by the police while she kicked and screamed, claiming that they were disrespecting a mother’s right to stay with her beloved, deceased daughter. Ginger rolled her eyes at the argument, finally sauntering over to the grave with Diell in tow. 

“So… that’s that,” he said. “She’s gone.”

“I really want to grab a hammer and fuck up the headstone.” Ginger looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. “One of those big sledgehammers. I want to just… go at it. I want to fucking destroy it.”

“I know.” He carefully pulled her closer, slow enough to give her plenty of chances to push him away if she didn’t want to be touched. But instead of pushing him away, she wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.

“It’s so unfair. It’s so unfair. We were there for years, and she just gets to go out like this? And– and then she gets a fucking funeral? And some disgusting, liar priest kissing her ass? What did any of her victims get? The ones who didn’t make it? What did Belle get? Or Sunny? What did the ones I didn’t even know get? What– what the fuck is wrong with people?” 

He rubbed circles into her back as he listened, survivor’s guilt, sorrow, and the anguish of injustice eating away at him too. Ginger was right, and it was a horrible feeling to know that neither of them could do a thing to right Grace’s wrongs. They especially couldn’t force her to right them herself, now. She was out, just like that, enjoying her vacation in Barbie hell somewhere. 

Ginger took a while to calm down. When she did, Diell gently pushed her away by the shoulders, looking into her puffy, red eyes. “It’s over, Maya,” he whispered, a part of him still scared that he might’ve uttered the magic words too soon.

She couldn’t get a word out before she had to cover her mouth with both hands, attempting to muffle her whimpers. “You fucking asshole,” she choked out, and Diell was worried he might’ve genuinely messed up. “You waited ‘till I was somewhat okay, and then you spring that shit on me? Why are you even bringing up the weird shit I told you during– what’s wrong with you?” She half-heartedly punched his arm, then wiped at her face with the sleeve of her sweater. 

“I– I’m sorry, I–”

She hugged him again, with even more momentum this time, her frail body slamming into his with the power of a three-tonne truck. “I can’t believe you actually remembered something so stupid. You really– you safekept it for me… You really did…”

Diell hesitantly put his arms around her again, waiting for her to change her stance on this again. But she didn’t. The two of them just stood there, right on top of Grace’s grave, in an embrace so tight it probably cracked some ribs. 

They didn’t leave the cemetery until the next morning. They didn’t even sleep, – or at least never at the same time, – they just sat on a nearby bench, watching the pile of dirt for any anomalies or paranormal activity. Hell, they wouldn’t have been surprised if Grace’s mother showed up again with candles and chicken blood. When nothing like that happened, they crawled back to the hospital, allowing themselves to be yelled at and sent for an immediate shower and check-ups. 

-

Messed up. It was entirely messed up that it had already been a year. While Diell had been with Grace each day seemed too long, but they also just blurred together. On the day of his escape, he’d been informed that he’d spent fifteen months in that hellhole. He later counted; exactly 477 days. More than a year. He both thought it had been shorter and longer than that, and honestly, he had no idea what to feel about the actual number.

He knew he was the newest acquisition at the time. No other doll had been added to the collection after his kidnapping, which made him the… luckiest? His one year was absolutely nothing compared to what he’d heard the twins say. Eight years… More than eight, even.

Maya had a more difficult time counting, both mentally and from a memory standpoint. At first, she didn’t want to do anything with the data. Her first order of business was to make an appointment with a hairdresser and get rid of her naturally ginger hair, demanding a deep blue to forest green gradient. She’d come home that day to see Diell on the computer, obsessively counting and recounting his days spent in captivity, and she flipped her hair and told him to enjoy being out.

Later that day, Diell saw her checking the calendar app against old newspaper clippings. “I can’t remember when I was taken. Can’t remember the day. I… I even got the year wrong.” 

Diell couldn’t even imagine. She had counted and counted, eventually coming up with the final numbers: 5 years and seven months, or 67 months, or 2039 days. They had both stared at the numbers for a very long time.

“I’m so much older now,” she’d whispered. “I’m twenty-six now. I… I was celebrating my twentieth that year.”

That wasn’t the only thing she had to reconcile with. Her disappearance had turned out to be the last nail in the coffin of her parents’ crumbling marriage. After she’d been presumed dead, her mother filed for a divorce. Her childhood home had been sold, and her parents were both in another relationship now, ones she wanted nothing to do with. She didn’t even tell them she had come back, dismissing their calls and slamming the door in her mother's face when she tried to visit.

She was living with Diell instead, in an apartment the two of them had bought with the compensation money they’d been awarded. He was now sitting on the couch, bouncing his leg and trying not to think about tomorrow.

“I invited Tai,” Maya said as she entered the living room. “They said yes, like, immediately. They didn’t even give me the whole ‘Oh, I don’t know, do I wanna hang out with losers?’ talk. I think they're stressed out too.”

Pepper had thought long and hard about the name change situation. They wanted something absolutely deadly and dangerous, but also something that sounded cool. They had browsed a long list of venomous snakes for days, finally settling on Taipan. “If I’d had venom back then, aside from just… insults, then I would’ve been fine. Manifesting or whatever.”

“It's weird,” Diell muttered. “Like, the whole anniversary thing. Just weird. I don’t like it.”

Maya sat down next to him, sighing heavily. “You think the others are also this fucked up from it?”

Diell shrugged. “You think it’s fucked that I don’t even text them anymore?” he asked quietly, the ever-present guilt in his heart throbbing a little more as he said the words. This time, it was Maya who shrugged.

“I don’t either. So either we’re both fucked, or neither of us is.”

They sat there in silence, listening to the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Each second brought them closer to the dreaded day, increasing their anxiety tenfold. 

“Do you also have these… weird fears about it?” Maya whispered. “Like she’ll bust down the front door at midnight?”

“Yeah. Like, ‘haha, time’s up, you got to be free for a year, but now let’s get back to the–’ you know. Back to all that shit.”

Maya nodded without a word. She looked absolutely haunted, and if Diell had to guess, he probably looked similar. “It’s so stupid. I saw her be buried. It’s not like many people come back from the dead.”

“I know. I can’t logic it away either, though. So we’re just stuck with our weird paranoia.” He put his arm around her shoulders, gently pulling her closer. He’d learned early on that Maya would never ask to be comforted like that, but more often than not, she was very appreciative if someone made the decision for her. “But we have each other, right?”

“Yeah, Captain Cheesy.”

Taipan barged in with such force that both others jumped, flinching away from each other as if they’d been caught red-handed. “Stop doing that!” Diell snapped.

“Absolutely not!” They pointed in his vague direction with their cane. “How else would I prove that I’m still a menace?”

Their doll eyes were taken out almost immediately upon arriving at the hospital. Grace had done the sort of job on them that was expected of an amateur with no surgical knowledge or training, and the doctors worked tirelessly to reverse as much of the damage as possible. But before the operation even started, Taipan had been offered two routes they could go with their new prosthetics. Diell naively thought they’d jump on the opportunity to make it as natural as possible; he’d seen some absolutely amazing work on the wall of the private hospital’s ocularist.

Well… They were now rocking two pitch black orbs with realistic stars painted on them, looking like they held all the secrets of the universe behind them.

Maya laughed, jumping up to go and hug them. Diell watched the two of them with a smile, his fear-based irritation melting away. “I’m so glad you came, I need someone to back me up with the music choices.”

“I would never live with someone who refused to acknowledge that his taste is inferior and I should be the only one with party-music privileges.”

“I’m not gonna be bullied in my own home!” 

Maya stuck her tongue out at him; as did Tai, without even seeing that she was doing it too. Diell couldn’t stifle a grin. 

“Are we ordering pizza?” they asked as they walked over to the couch, plopping down right next to Diell. “There’s this new place that’s just opened, and I’m telling you, neither of you have ever seen cheese with a better pull quality. It’s glorious.”

“I mean, if they have Hawaiian–”

“You’re absolutely disgusting, Diell. I am stealing Maya away.”

Before more insults could’ve been thrown his way, Diell’s phone went off with a notification. Valerie’s name flashed on the screen, and he quickly checked the texts to see if it was something urgent. She probably wasn’t in the best headspace either.

By evening time, all four of them were sitting on the living room floor, eating pepperoni pizza off the coffee table. It was a weird little sleepover, with plenty of laughter and tears both. Sometimes they almost completely forgot about why they had even gathered together like this, and sometimes all they could talk about was Grace and their time spent in her pink little prison.

“When you can actually see, when you can actually get out and see the outside world, and know you’re not there– I imagine that’s different. I’m sure it was so different for Bora.” 

Maya was saying the words out loud, so Tai could also know what the conversation was about. Valerie had an easier time talking to them one on one; when a little group of them were together like this, it was easier to have someone translate as she signed. 

“But for me, all I had for the past years were sounds and scents. And touch. And Bora felt the same out here as he did back there. I just couldn’t stand it. He kept making me feel like I was still there.”

“Are you okay now, though? With us?” Diell asked, and Val nodded.

“Yeah.” She paused a little. “It’s different with everyone else. I don’t even understand how Bora could put aside his trauma to try and help me. It must’ve taken so much. Me leaving was the best decision for both of us, even if he was upset at the time.”

Diell glanced at Maya, wondering whether she felt the same way. Their ‘relationship’ at Grace’s place didn’t last more than maybe a couple months, and never went further than a kiss on the cheek or a peck on the lips. It wasn’t really comparable to what Val had talked about at the hospital. Still, he couldn’t help but hope he wasn’t going to lose his best friend.

“I fully get that. And you gotta put yourself first, right? That’s just how it is.” Tai felt around for another slice, and Diell quickly put one on their plate for them. “I’m sure he has plenty of people’s support from within Jonathan’s little group. And outside of that, too.”

“I’m sure as well.” Maya put a gentle hand on Val’s knee. “It’s not your responsibility to nurse others back to health when you’re still working on yourself. We’ve all been through a lot. You get out, you do the best you can– it’s all you can do.”

The conversations  fizzled out as they inched closer and closer to midnight. They were all either deathly still or fidgeting constantly, no inbetween. Diell and Maya were staring at the clock, giving quiet reminders of time’s passage. It was like the most fucked up New Year’s Eve party. 

“One minute.”

“Thirty seconds.”

“Twenty.”

“Ten.”

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

Diell held his breath, and with how quiet the room had gotten, he assumed everyone else did too. He thought about that day from exactly a year ago; stabbing Grace, the feeling of blood sticking to his hands, the sun’s blinding light outside, the sirens of the ambulance and police cars, the bumpy road leading to the hospital. The funeral. Jonathan taking in some of his friends, giving them all a second chance at life, the first of which his sister had taken away beforehand.

“Happy anniversary?” Tai tried, half-jokingly, breaking the spell.

“Well, I’m fucking happy,” Maya said confidently, and Diell knew he was the only one who saw the tears shining in her eyes as she did so. He pretended not to. 

Through the open windows, they could hear all the street noise; cars coming and going, groups of intoxicated teenagers having a fun time, dogs barking at nothing. The world didn’t end at midnight. Grace didn’t show up to take them all back. 

“Maybe we should go to sleep,” Diell suggested. “I’m– Okay, I know it’s not very popular with you two to admit to having a shit time, but I’m honestly exhausted from all that stupid anxiety.”

“Maybe we’ll start admitting to it in this new year.” Maya playfully shoved him a little. “Go to sleep, grandpa. We’ll keep it down.”

Diell smiled, then went to take a long, very hot shower after saying his good nights. It was comforting to be able to do it alone, even if he sometimes still felt Grace’s hands on his naked body, scrubbing him down without a care, like he wasn’t even human. He avoided looking in the mirror when he got out, knowing that all he would see in it this late at night were blonde strands of hair and soulless blue eyes. 

He didn’t fall asleep for a long time, still just lying there by the time Maya came to crawl into bed with him. He turned towards her, noting the distinct scent of alcohol. “Maya?”

She hummed. “What?” 

“You didn’t drink too much, did you?”

“No such thing as too much. Not on the anniversary of your kidnapper’s death.” 

He scooted a little closer, pulling her into a hug. “Yeah, there is. And I’m so happy you didn’t overshoot this time.”

A whole year had passed. Instead of Ginger, Maya was now crying in his arms. They had different problems, even if none of them felt less serious than the ones from before. She wasn’t passed out on the floor, only slurring her words a little.

It would be okay. It would all be okay, in the end.

~

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#dollhouse #whump #whump writing #major character death #funeral #aftermath of trauma #paranoia #anxiety #police mention #hospital stay #murder mention #alcohol mention #implied past alcohol problems #implied past noncon #lady whump #implied eye gore #aftermath of surgery #past captivity #divorce #estranged family #recovery #comfort

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Whumprember day 28. Hospital stay

Me: "I want to get over my fear of needles by drawing."

People: "So you're gonna draw needles?"

Me: "Of course not. I'm going to draw the bandages and tubes so I can avoid the needle itself. I hate needles."

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @whumpsday @whumpshaped @heavenlyeden

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump #Hospital whump #Tw needles #Sorta #Art #Whumptember2023 #Whumptember day 28 #Hospital stay

[disabledprincesses]

I'm going to be staying in the hospital for 5 days for a long-term E.E.G. session. Any tips for hospital stays?

#hospital cw #hospital stay #eeg #actually epilepsy #seizuredisorder #spoonie tips

[queenbeaver69]

Hospital life

#chronic pain #pain management #chronically ill #hospital stay #can i just die already #I’d rather be dead

[redvinylkitty]

Victo-Weenie

"I may or may not have been ledge talking the night before my hernia surgery, however, just because I am curled up in a ball frightened the night before something scary doesn't mean I won't do it. It just means I'm cocooned up seeking comfort. And, usually, being a kitty-type human.. It's in a blankie.

I went to sleep that night and you know what? Yes, I was absolutely mortified about going to the hospital and staying there. I didn't wanna go. Why would I wanna go? No good ever comes out of going to the hospital for me. The good stuff doesn't happen when you go to the hospital, the good stuff happens when you leave the hospital. So that's what I did. I made a plan for leaving..."

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#red vinyl kitty #major surgery #hospital stay #hospital #Master Pravus #disability #feeding tube #GJ Tube #master slave #m/s couple

[bkdk-fan4ever]

Bakugou Katsuki Centric | Post Second War | Spoilers | Major Character Injury | Hospital Stay| Child Neglect | Abuse | Bakugou Mitsuki’s Bad Parenting |

Wrath And Sunshine by Bakugouklanceylance

Bakugou wakes up after the war to see his mother in his hospital room.

It goes exactly how he expects.

#ao3 bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mha spoilers #bnha fanfic recs #bnha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #major character injury #bad parenting #bad mom bakugou mitsuki #child neglect #hospital stay #mha war #second war my hero academia

[sexykatsuki17]

A painful stomachache

Soon the rest of Class 1A returned from the store, “Hey, Everyone” Kirishima and Kaminari said “hey Kirishima and Kaminari” The class said “Oh Yeah Kacchan I didn’t see you” Midoriya said Bakugo looked up from eating his apple.

“Fuck off you damn Nerd I’m not in the mood for your shit” Bakugo said “He can say the same thing for you” Todoroki said “I know you ain’t talking IcyHot” Bakugo said getting up “so what if am?” Todoroki said.

“YOU BASTARD!!!!!” Bakugo yelled “No One cares that you are on your man period '' Todoroki said I’LL SHOW YOU A MAN PERIOD WHEN I CHOP YOUR DICK OFF!!!!! Bakugo Yelled Launching at Todoroki BAKUGO STOP ACTING LIKE MAN CHILD!!! Lida yelled SHUT THE FUCK UP FOUR EYES BEFORE I CUT YOURS OFF TOO!!!! Bakugo yelled Oh no let’s go man Kirishima said grabbing Bakugo by his waist LET ME GO YOU FUCKER!!!!! Bakugo yelled.

Kirishima sat Bakugo down, “dude what’s the matter with you today?” Kirishima asked Bakugo rolled his eyes “it’s nothing” “you can tell us anything” Kaminari said opening the door “Where the fuck did you come from? Bakugo asked Kaminari smiled. “Are you okay Todoroki after Bakugo threatened you?” Midoriya asked “yeah I’m fine he doesn’t Intimidate me” Todoroki said Midoriya smiled. “So you too want to do a contest where we starve ourselves?” Bakugo asked "yeah you in Blasty?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo took a deep breath as he thought about it. “And by starving ourselves what do you hope to accomplish? Losing a shit ton of weight?” Bakugo asked “well, If I’m being honest I love hearing how anger your stomach sounds when you’re hungry” kirishima said Bakugo smirked “you Fucking weirdo”. Kaminari smiled at the pair.

“So does that mean that you will do it?” Kaminari asked “yeah I’ll do it” Bakugo said “great so tomorrow” Kirishima said, with that Bakugo, Kirishima, and kaminari began with their starving streak. The next day. Bakugo got up early for his morning run, Kirishima got up to work out, and kaminari got up to take his shower.

The hunger wasn’t set in for none of the boys yet. Meanwhile Todoroki and Midoriya got back from the store. They both got spicy things, they got meat, and hamburgers. Todoroki was tired of Bakugo’s rude ass behavior so he was going to teach him a lesson.

Bakugo just got back from his run. His stomach wasn’t growling super loud but it was hurting. Oh boy my gut Bakugo whispered as he gently placed a hand on his stomach. Hey Kacchan Midoriya said as he watched Bakugo rub his gut. Ugh shit Bakugo moaned as he went upstairs to his room.

Kirishima and kaminari walked downstairs to watch a movie. To keep their minds off of their stomachs just like Bakugo’s it wasn’t growling loudly yet.

A couple of hours later a grumpy Bakugo came downstairs, his stomach growling loudly and hurting. Kirishima and Kaminari’s stomachs were loudly growling as well. Hey bakubro, are you feeling okay? Kaminari asked How does it sound? My stomach is noisy and I have a headache Bakugo said yeah me too kirishima said.

This is one of the dumbest ideas you idiots dragged me into, Bakugo moaned. Hey we are not idiots kaminari said YES THE HELL YOU ARE!!!! Bakugo yelled out in anger. Hey, does anyone feel sleepy? Kirishima asked yawning yeah Bakugo and kaminari said before they yawned and just like that they were knocked out.

When the 3 boys woke up they were met with a loud, long painful growl in their stomachs. Bakugo groaned, Kirishima moaned and kaminari cringed. In front of each of them was a table the smell of food hit their noses, their stomachs growling constantly. Soon Todoroki walked out and he brought Midoriya and Tokoyami with him.

Hello Bakugo, kirishima, and kaminari Todoroki said sitting down at Bakugo’s table. What the fuck is this? Bakugo asked his stomach growling loudly oh my how hungry you are Todoroki said mocking Bakugo. Don’t mock me bastard Bakugo growled I won’t mock you but this will Todoroki said lifting up the lids to reveal Spicy chicken wings, spicy noodles, spicy curry, spicy pasta etc.

You bastard Bakugo growled his stomach growled. Midoriya and Tokoyami did the same for Kirishima and kaminari. Todoroki, Midoriya, Tokoyami all ate in front of the 3 hungry boys. Chewing, moaning and groaning, and stomach growls as all you could hear. Kaminari’s stomach growled loudly that he couldn’t hold it back anymore. I give up kaminari said he started eating. Kirishima soon joined him.

Bakugo looked at everyone around him and he started to feel super sick. He threw up before passing out. When Bakugo woke up his stomach was no longer hungry and Todoroki was in trouble.

Kirishima and Kaminari were also in the hospital. After Bakugo’s hospital stay he went home to finish recovering. Kirishima and Kaminari returned to the dorms. From this day forth they are no longer going without eating.

#stomach gurgling #follower request #upset stomach #denki kaminari #kirishima ejirou #bakugou katsuki #shoto torodoki #hungry #starv1ng #hospital stay #feeling sick #Bakugo cusses

[kittennovak]

Plushia hasn't really enjoyed our hospital stay.

#ghost #the band ghost #plushia #hospital stay

[wardenred]

Whumptember 28: “I never should have let it come this far”

Another Post-Final Girls snippet with Flo in trouble and Mel looking to make it worse with (allegedly) the best of intentions.

“I never should have let it come this far.”

Mel’s voice is full of remorse, and Flo doesn’t trust it one bit. Not that she can say anything. There’s a thick tube running down her throat, medical monitors beeping all around her, and even though she’s drifting back into awareness, her body feels glued to the bed. It would be cool to open her eyes at least, but there’s something weighing down on them. Maybe just the weight of the world, though she can’t help but wonder if the corporate medics saw fit to tape her lids shut.

“I knew she was unstable, of course,” Mel says from a few feet away, “but I never realized the extent of it until now. I thought it was a game  to her and she would stop playing once she realized she was chasing delusion. So I kept goading her to get her there faster. It was stupid of me. I feel so ashamed, doctor, you have no idea. I’ve completely failed her.”

This heartfelt display of deceit is followed by the rustle of fabric and comforting murmuring that’s barely legible. Something about the mighty hero Snow Queen having so much on her plate, and her heart being in the right place, and “certainly no one can blame you for trying your best to help a former friend.” Flo wants to scoff.

Mel sniffs and draws a breath so deep it can’t be healthy for her lungs. Good thing they’re in a hospital, probably.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she says, and then her next words make Flo’s stale, sluggish blood run cold. “You... you’re going to agree to release her into my custody, yes? I promise I’ll follow all the recommendations you provide. Regular visits with a psychiatrist, all the meds. I just really want to make amends.”

What?!

Hell no. A world of no. Anything but this.

Flo wants Jules.

She wants her team.

She wants a cell in a maximum security corporate prison—at least she knows it’s possible to break people out of there, given a few months or years of planning.

The beeping that surrounds her picks up, the monitors betraying her anxiety to the world.

#warden's random scribbles #whumptember2023 #original fiction #flash fiction #snippet #writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #post final girls #hospital stay

[bibzahh]

I spent a week in hospital and all I did was cry, refuse to eat and stay in my room. Mental health at an all time low and all I wanted was my mum - I am home now and recovering.

#australia #text post #stay #selfie #hospital #hospital stay #mental health #recovery #it’s mental illness innit

[contac]

#medicare #1984 #vhs #hospital stay

[djwaglmuffin]

I'm in the hospital right now and it kinda feels like I've been hurtling myself towards a cliff but I'm not thinking straight. I know there's an outside force spurring on this toxicity; fueling this rage.

I finally snap out of it long enough to catch myself dangling off the edge and I'm faced with a choice: lean forward? Give myself up prematurely to the ether. Cut my losses and face oblivion? Hell? A fatal repeat of my life until I finally snap out of it?

Or lean back? Try to capitalize on the gains you've made?

I brushed my teeth today. Actually managed to fake my way through a congee. (I cooked, is what I'm saying.)

I'm still faced with that cloud of hopelessness but... Better than dead at this moment.

#er #hospital stay

[saralayne]

This Love ~ Part 8 🩵💜

In Sickness And In Health

Tim is working around the clock on a special Metro Operation. Lucy falls ill which she plays off as no big deal. Until it wasn’t.

A lot had been going on in the Bradford house. Wedding plans were now set in stone. There was just little things here and there. Tamara was now officially a Bradford. Tim and Lucy had formally adopted her. Tamara had decided to live with her Mom, Dad and Kojo for the remainder of the school year. She was contemplating living on campus next year. However, Tim and Lucy wanted her to continue living with them. Tim wanted her to fully concentrate on school and not feel stressed with finances. Tamara was on a full scholarship. Tim was more than willing to help with any finances that she had so she wouldn’t have any extra stressors. Tamara had always been independent, working many jobs but it was getting to be a lot. After many conversations, Tim and Lucy made her realize she is not a burden, she is not alone anymore. She is their daughter. They wanted the absolute best for her. She finally came around and allowed her parents to help her out financially just like any loving parent would do for their child. She still demanded to keep one part time job to feel like she was contributing. She was right at the end of her semester before winter break. She was spending a lot of time at the library, but given what had happened with her attack a few weeks prior. She promised both Tim and Lucy she would return home before dark each night and do any night studying done at home.

Tim was right in the middle of a huge operation that Metro was heading. As he was the Metro Sergeant, some nights he was literally at the station or in the field on stakeouts around the clock. He had a couch in his office where he could catch little cat naps. Tim hated being away from Lucy. This was part of the job, unfortunately. Pine had given him a few hours off to go home and check in as he had spent the better part of a week working on this op. Tim and Lucy had a nice dinner together and were catching up on some top chef episodes. Tim had noticed something was off with his fiancée. For years now, he always noticed when things were off with her. Especially, the aftermath of her being kidnapped and trapped alone in that barrel. Tim still and probably would always carry a little guilt over the trauma she endured. Tim still felt he pushed her right towards Caleb even knowing full well he could have never foreseen what could have happened. Since that time, Tim would see when Lucy was feeling off in any way even through the years where they were denying their feelings and in the friend zone. Now, even more so that they were together and about to get married, that intuition was even stronger. As he was snuggled with the love of his life. He could see her physically struggling. She was congested and on a few occasions he could hear her breathing was a little laboured. She looked pale and seemed fatigued.

“Luce, baby. Are you ok? I can tell you aren’t feeling well”

“Tim. I’m fine. I think with work and the wedding planning, I am just run down. It’s just a common cold. I promise babe, I’m ok”

“Luce. I’m just worried. I never like to see you feeling like this. Especially, when I can’t be here to take care of you”

“Tim. If something serious come up. I assure you. You will be the first to know”

“OK. I will let this go, FOR NOW. I love you”

“I love you too, my fiancée”

“I CANNOT wait for you to become Mrs. Bradford”

Just as they were almost asleep in each others arms when Tim’s phone started chiming on the coffee table. “Ugh” Tim knew who exactly was interrupting them. As he picked up his phone and saw that he was in fact right. Pine was summoning him back to the station as they had a lead.

“I’m sorry, my love. I have to go”

“I know, babe. Stay safe and I love you”

“I love you too, beautiful. Take care of yourself. Promise me? And if you start to feel any worse, I want a call”

“I promise. Now get out of here and go save the world”

Tim grabbed his bag and keys. As he opened the door and looked back, he had a tear escape his eye. He never liked leaving her. Especially, when she wasn’t feeling well. All he wanted to do was take care of his girl. In that moment, he felt like he was failing her. This was the job and they both understood the sacrifices but it still never got any easier.

Tim pulled his phone out to make a phone call to their kiddo.

Tamara answered “Hey Dad. I’m just leaving the library and on my way home. Promise”

“Good. Hey kiddo. Listen. Luce isn’t feeling well and I have been called back into work. The last thing I wanted to do was leave. Of course, your mom is being well your mom. She is downplaying how she is feeling so I won’t worry. Can you please keep an eye on her? If anything seems even a little off, please call me right away”

“Of course I will. I will stay by her side. If anything seems off I will bomb your phone”

“Thank you, kid. Get home safe and text me when you get home. And…T? I love you”

“I love you too, Dad”

Tim had been staking out a situation for a few hours. He had headed back to the station to give an update to some of the team, catch a little rest. As Tim was sitting at his desk working on some paperwork, his phone started ringing. Seeing his daughters name flash across the screen.

“Hey, kid. Is everything ok?”

Tim could hear the panic in her voice.

“Dad. Something is wrong. Mom was having trouble breathing. I found her propped up in bed. Her breathing was wheezy and she was gasping. I called an ambulance. I don’t know if that was the right thing to do but I was scared”

“NO. T. You absolutely did the right thing. They didn’t want me to come in the ambulance. I am in my car about to go to the hospital. They wouldn’t tell me anything”

“T. Listen to me. I am heading to the hospital. I will be there as soon as I can. You just wait for me, ok?”

“Ok. I will see you soon”

“Kiddo. She’s gonna be fine. I promise you. I love you and will see you very soon”

Tim found Pine in her office. Telling her the situation with Lucy. Pine didn’t even hesitate and told Tim to go. He had been on this op around the clock and somethings matter more. She assured him they would cover the op in his absence. Ordering him to go and be with his family.

Tim raced to Shaw Memorial. He put the pedal to the metal like he was in a high speed chase all to get to his family. Tim bolted through the doors where their daughter was waiting for him.

Tamara’s face was puffy and red. She had been crying and full of worry.

“They won’t tell me anything. She has been back there for almost an hour”

“Come on, kid. Let’s go get some answers”

As they approached the nursing desk.

“My name is Sergeant Tim Bradford. This is our daughter and we would like to see my fiancée, Lucy Chen…NOW”

“Ok. Sir. Let me go and see what I can find out for you”

Ten minutes later, a doctor emerged from the back.

“I’m Dr. Brody. You are Lucy Chen’s family?”

“Yes. I am her fiancée and this is our daughter. I-Is she ok?”

“So. Firstly, your daughter did absolutely the right thing getting her here. Secondly, Lucy has pneumonia. After a chest X-ray, it was found there is a significant amount of fluid surrounding her lungs. There is extensive wheezing in her breathing. Her O2 sats were very low. We now have her on IV steroidal antibiotics. This will overtime, attack the infection. She will need to stay here for a few days on a strict medication protocol. I fully expect her to make a full recovery”

“Thank you, doc. When can we see her?”

“I will send a nurse to come and escort you shortly. She is being moved to a room now”

Tamara gasped out a breath of relief. Tim swiftly grabbing her into his arms.

“You did so good, kiddo. We are so lucky to have such a smart daughter”

“Thank you, dad. That was scary. You were right to be concerned. You knew something was off with mom”

“After so many years, I tend to see things with her that she doesn’t even see or because she is so stubborn refuses to see”

“Dad, you are in a for a crazy ride”

“Am I ever. I wouldn’t change a thing. Let’s go see your stubborn mom”

Tim and Tamara entered Lucy’s room. She had an IV running from her arm giving her medication. Oxygen prongs in her nose to keep her O2 sats elevated. She looked pale and tired. Lucy hears footsteps, opening her eyes and giving a vague smile. Tamara ran over to her beside.

“T. I’m ok. Thank you for getting me here. I am sorry for scaring you”

“I was terrified but I’m just glad you’re gonna make a full recovery. You know, dad knew. He ordered me to get home because he couldn’t be there. He didn’t believe your ‘I’m fine’ bit for a second”

“Oh, I am sure that’s true. I should really know by now that I can’t get anything past him”

“Yeah, you would think after all these years. You would just stop fighting everything and reside in that fact” added Tim.

“Ok. I could use some coffee. I am going to give you some time with dad”

Tamara passed Tim “Take it easy on her”

“No promises” Tim smirking

Tim made his way towards Lucy’s bedside. Interlocking his hand with hers.

“Baby. You scared me AGAIN. This has to stop”

“I know. I am sorry. I honestly knew I didn’t feel well but I never thought I was this sick”

“Uh huh. I should’ve never left you. I knew something was wrong and every part of me hated leaving”

“Babe. You could have never seen me becoming this sick. Of course, you called for reinforcements. We do have an amazing daughter”

“We sure do”

“I’m gonna be just fine. I will follow all doctors orders and more importantly yours”

“Have I died? Are you really gonna listen to me?”

“Oh, stop”

“Luce. You have been going non stop. Work, wedding planning. It’s been too much. I am going to do a better job of helping you. Whether you want me to or not. We are a team and I am going to offload any stress. I never want to see you sick like this every again. I was trying to keep it together for T. I was terrified. I love you so much”

“I love you, Bradford. Kinda ironic the vows in regards to ‘in sickness and in health’ rings even true before we are officially married”

“Yeah. The irony is not lost on me. How about we just concentrate on the health and not the sickness for the foreseeable future”

“Sounds good to me. I am tired. I am gonna try and get some rest”

“It’s about time. You sleep, gorgeous. I will be right here when you wake up”

Tim sent Tamara home. She had finals to prepare for and needed rest. He was not only in husband (almost) but also dad mode. He promised to give her play by play updates. Tamara reluctantly left. Tim sat beside Lucy’s bed. Feeling such relief and also pure love for his perfect family. Only four weeks until Lucy would officially be Mrs. Bradford.

#fanfic #chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tamara collins #established relationship #father daughter relationship #mother daughter relationship #hurt lucy chen #worried tim bradford #worried tamara collins #sickness #hospital stay #stubborn lucy chen #family #fluff

[andmakeithome]

safe to say we tried | whumptober 2022 No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out Characters: Rooster/Phoenix, Mav & Rooster Warnings: headaches/migraines, mentions of vomiting (not descriptive), passing out, hospital stay

It starts with a headache.

Nothing Rooster hasn’t handled before. He pops some Tylenol with his breakfast, dons his gear, and goes about his day.

By noon, his simple headache has grown into a full-blown migraine.

His whole body aches; from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes, every inch of him feels overheated, like he’ll combust if anyone so much as touches him. He nearly collapses on the tarmac and has to blink spots from his eyes, but he keeps going. He didn’t join the Navy just to call out for being sick. He just needs some water, a quick sit to recoup, and then he’ll be right as rain.

continue on ao3

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