#it was kept for a few days on fluids and then given a clean bill of health and released

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absolutely no hehe funny caption can top the actual headline from the news site that originally posted this image 

mans knew exactly what he was doing

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Waking Up in Vegas-Ch. 38

Chapter 38: Ain’t Always What You See

Seth, Morning, 8:30 AM

           I looked back at Roman, wiping the tears angrily from my face. “Why aren’t they coming?” My voice was gruff and raw. I hated it.

           “Some personal stuff,” he replied, not even looking at me.

           My jaw snapped shut, an ache running through the bone as I ground my teeth together. “Why aren’t they coming, Roman?”

           He dropped his phone onto his chest and sighed. “Mera’s in the hospital.”

           “WHAT?!”

           The word roared out of me. I felt it rip through my throat, and I swear that blood dripped down into my stomach. My heart slammed into my ribs and squeezed through the bone, shredding into ribbons. Getting shot in the stomach would probably have hurt less.

           “Where? Why?” I paced the hotel room, searching for my phone, my wallet. “Where?”

           Roman swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t know, and I’m not asking. It’s not any of our business.”

           “Yes, it—”

           “No,” Roman replied firmly, the pure power in his voice enough to stop me dead in my tracks. “It isn’t. You are going to get your egotistical bullshit under control, and you are going to leave them to deal with this themselves.”

           “Mera—”

           “Is Dean’s wife now. And you’re going to have to deal with it.” He stood up, towering over me. I felt myself buck up, spoiling for a fight. “If you can’t be a grown ass man and keep your shit to yourself, then maybe the Shield is over. Because I’ll be damned if your childishness is going to screw us over as a team.”

           Roman shoved me in the shoulder and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Mera, Late Morning, 11:14 AM

           Everything was hazy, like floating in one of those sensory deprivation pools. I didn’t know which way was up or down. The world existed, but reality was murky. The nurse had given me something for the pain. It made my limbs feel heavy. If only it could make it easier to breathe.

           “Hey, darlin’,” Dean said from my side. I turned my head to look at him, surprised that I could do it without too much pain. “Feel any better?”

           His fingers curled against mine, waiting for whatever sign I could give. My fingers twitched, tapping against his palm. It wasn’t quite the signal we’d devised, but it was enough for him. He smiled.

           “Good, good,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my wrist. “The doctor came in while you were asleep…”

           I’d been asleep? When had that happened?

           “… and he had some of your test results back. He said things are looking better. Whatever they’re giving you is working.”

           “Dean.” My voice came out in a broken rustle, barely audible above the pop and crackle of every breath I took. “Go… home…”

           He pressed a kiss to my wrist again. “You can go home soon, sweet wife. As soon as the doctor says it’s okay, I’ll take you home.”

           I shook my head, turning it away from him as a cough tore my lungs in two. “No… you… go… home.”

           “I’m not leaving you,” my husband responded vehemently. “I’m here as long as you are.”

Dean, Late Morning, 11:19 AM

           Mera looked better than she had earlier in the morning. The wings of the rash across her cheeks had paled some. She moved a little easier, as if some of the pain had slipped away. Her face had relaxed a little. Perhaps I was trying to ease my own terror at seeing her in the hospital, but I thought that her breathing came a little easier.

           “Rest, Mera,” I said quietly, reaching up to brush the hair off her face. Though the rash had faded, her complexion beneath was pale. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin. I kept my fingers against her wrist, soothing my own fear by counting the pulse beating in her veins. “I’m not going anywhere until you can go home.”

           I watched her for a moment as she tried and failed to take a deep breath. The snap-crackle-pop-wheeze of her lungs ensured that all I felt was terror at the next few days. It was true what I’d told her, that the doctor thought she was getting better. But I hadn’t told her that he was concerned about the fluid that still gathered in her lungs. About the way that her blood still had trouble carrying what little oxygen her drowning lungs could take in.

           Drowning… it wasn’t the word that the doctor had used, but it was close enough. Mera’s lungs were heavy with fluid that shouldn’t be there. She couldn’t breathe. I waited—dreaded—the moment when I looked at her and saw her fingers and toes turning blue, the purple tint rising around her lips. It was a nightmare that I was desperate to awaken from, but one that had an all-too-real chance of happening.

           I felt helpless. There was nothing I could do. I had no choice but to watch her suffer and to wait, hoping and praying to a God that had never once listened to me that—just this once—I could have the thing I wanted. That she would be okay.

           My heart had been lodged somewhere near my knees since the first moment she’d struggled to breathe. I knew that it wouldn’t be anywhere near where it was supposed to be until we walked out of this hospital with a clean bill of health for her.

           It was quiet for a while as she tried to sleep, to rest. I kept my fingertips against the inside of her wrist, filled with terror that the moment might come where I no longer felt it. The background noise of monitors and her labored breathing was interrupted by a ringtone that I recognized as Mera’s. I leaned as far back in the chair as I could to grab her overnight bag. Her phone was sticking out of the front pocket, screen lighting up with a number I recognized.

           I knew it was a bad idea. That beast in my chest roared at my stupidity, it roared its frustration in my helplessness in the face of Mera’s illness. But I answered.

           “Hello,” I said, trying not to let my anger and desperation spill over into my voice.

           “Where is she?” Seth’s voice was surprisingly frantic on the other end. He sounded like he’d swallowed broken glass.

           “What do you want?” I replied, trying to keep my voice down despite the rage spilling through me. What fucking right did he have?

           If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought he was on the verge of tears. “Where is she, Dean?”

           I looked back at Mera, feeling something squeeze my breath out of my body. She looked calm for the time being. Her chest rose and fell, even if her breaths were shallow and crackling. It killed me to walk away from her, but I did. I walked to the bathroom and drew the door almost closed.

           “Now isn’t the time for this, Seth,” I hissed. “I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

           The other end of the line went quiet for a moment. Then… “Where. Is. She?” The words came out in a snarl. Just the sound of it slammed into me, burning through the rage and igniting it like gasoline.

           “You don’t have a single goddamn right to know that,” I snapped. It was a battle to hold myself in check. My fingers curled into a fist and I was desperate to slam my fist into the wall. “You gave up that right a long motherfucking time ago. And I swear to God, if you even think of trying to start shit while she is like this—bring the cops because they’re going to have to drag me off your ass. You do not get the right to stick your nose in our business now.”

           “Goddamnit, just tell me where the fuck she is, Dean. I…” His voice cracked again, but this time it sounded like he was actually crying. “I just need to know she’s okay.”

           “Why do you care?” I growled, gripping the phone in my hand until I was afraid it would shatter. I swiped my thumb over the end call button.

           God help me if he showed up.

           I’d kill him.

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[should-be-sleeping]

My turn to ask for some financial aid. Our beloved family cat Intruder had to be taken to the vet due to acute facial swelling, weight loss, and fur thinning. After an examination it was determined the cause was a severely abscessed tooth which will require prompt treatment to cure and keep her with us. Unfortunately this unexpected cost is going to be more than $1000 which we can't cover on such short notice after the nightmare that was 2017 for our family. So in the following weeks every "coffee" bought or any funds donated via paypal ([email protected]) will really help!     Additional details under the cut (warning: graphic content)...                          

A few weeks ago, after lounging in the sun in our (enclosed) backyard, Intruder came into the house with her face all swollen up. We thought she had eaten a bee, since there had been some hovering around in the grass that day and so we treated it accordingly. Eventually the swelling stopped and then the site of the “sting” broke open. All a perfectly normal unassuming part of a bad reaction to a bee sting. Unfortunately she started to over groom the area which left her entire cheek bald and scabbed over:

This wasn’t our first rodeo (Neelix is a chronic over groomer), so we followed vet-approved protocol. We kept it clean and gently but persistently discouraged her from additional over grooming and it eventually healed, leaving a little scar. Then her fur started to regrow and all seemed well and good. As expected. A couple of days ago, without apparent reason, her face began swelling again. Then a new wound opened and we were undergoing the same scenario this time without any indication there had been a trauma. In short order she lost noticeable weight (dangerous for any cat) and her fur started thinning in places. So we scheduled her an appointment with our Vet and took her in as soon as possible. After examining her they have determined she suffers from an abscessed tooth and it will need to be removed or she will only deteriorate further. Which would be a shame as she is otherwise healthy. In the meanwhile she was given antibiotics via injection, as there is no way to administer them orally without hurting her, and discharged to our care. In order to be fully treated she will need a complete dental exam ($463) and several other costly tests (blood panels, urinalysis, x-rays, etc.) and procedures (dental block, extraction treatment, anesthesia, fluids, etc.) because they cannot sedate her to do the necessary tooth extraction without doing these things beforehand. The combined cost of these things, not even including the extraction itself is going to cost $1113 to $1335. Taking her in for this diagnosis alone cost $140 (funds meant for groceries).

I’m disabled and can manage some of this cost over time, but the last couple of years have been particularly difficult for our family between an unfortunate cancer diagnosis, living in a children’s hospital with my child for a month (plus the months worth of associated medical intervention afterward that going home entailed), and Neelix’s vet bills from when he was injured. Our security net is gone and getting back on our feet hasn’t been easy because we’re living month to month right now. So we’re going to need some help. This is me asking you for that help. Any money we get, whether via ko-fi donations or paypal ([email protected]) will be going directly to this expense. Thank you so much to those able to help any little bit at all.

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[dammitadolfnomorecake]

My First Crush - 92 - Eren gives birth

Waking from their nap, the first thing Levi noticed was how wet his crotch was and that Eren was whimpering in his sleep. His omegas sweet scent was filled with pain and Levi started to panic. Shaking Eren's shoulder firmer than he meant to, his mate woke with a long groan

"Eren?"

His heart was racing

"Eren baby... I think your water broke"

Nodding his head, Eren let out a long hiss

"We need to call Hannes!"

"No... its too late..."

"What do you mean it's too late?"

"I mean your kids want to born right now"

Levi's felt the colour drain from his face and he scrambled to grab his phone

"No... Hannes isn't here... he has to be here"

"Tell that to your kids"

Eren's words fell between pants and hisses, the omegas ears even showing

"I'm calling Hannes"

"On my knees... I need to get on my knees"

What... no... they couldn't do this. They needed professionals and help and blankets and drugs and he couldn't do this...

"Levi!"

Jumping at the harshness of Eren's tone, he moved to held Eren onto his hands and knees, his mates fingers gripping the bedhead for dear life as more moans and whimpers poured from Eren's mouth. Grabbing his phone, he tried to ignore the fact of just what was happening

"Pick up... pick up... pick up... Eren, he's not answering"

What was he supposed to do? Hannes was the one who knew what to do. His brain wouldn't work at all

"Levi..."

"I'm here"

"God... fuck... I forgot how much this hurts"

He couldn't do this... thankfully his phone began to ring

"It's Hannes"

Answering the phone, the man's happy voice bubbled through

"Levi! Miss me already"

"H-Hannes... you need to get home now... Eren's waters broken"

"Shit. How long ago?"

"It couldn't have been to long... we were taking a nap... what do I do?"

"If it wasn't that long ago, we have time. I'm on my way, I'll be there as soon as I can"

Hannes actually ended the fucking call

"Hannes is on his way"

"C-can't wait that long... gah! I need to push"

What... noooo

Spreading his legs further apart, Eren dipped his back and Levi stared straight at his mates pulsing opening

"Eren..."

"Levi, you have to help me.."

"But Hannes is on his way... I don't know what to do. Let me go get help"

"If you take one step out this bedroom, I will..."

Eren let out another pain moan, he couldn't leave him like this. Watching more fluid spill from his mates arse, it seemed like Eren's opening bulged slightly outwards. This was all moving too fast. Letting out a grunt, the omega seemed to be cumming and Levi didn't understand how that was possible

"I need to push..."

"O-ok..."

Watching their child's head appear was... he hand no words... thick black fur was matted to their pups ears and he'd honestly not expected that

"I. I can see the head"

With a shaking hand he reached out as Eren screamed and pushed. Watching his mate struggled, he crooned in response, but it looked so painful

"Eren, big push..."

"What do you think I'm doing"

Biting his lip, he watched Eren take a few big breaths, before pushing down hard. The puddle of bodily fluids beneath his mate had soaked the towel some what disturbingly, but his attention was soon back on the baby

"That's good..."

Placing his hand somewhat awkwardly beneath their child's head, it finally came free

"Shoulders next"

If he thought Eren's screams before were bad, it was nothing compared to the one his mate gave and he could feel the effort Eren was going through to birth their pup

"Come on, one more push for me"

Tears were rolling down the alpha's face as Eren struggled to push. He had no idea how long it had been, but finally their pup slid free and into his hold

"Cord... you need to tie the cord"

Eren's head lolled forward, his mates long hair plastered to the back of his neck, and Levi initially didn't understand why his mate was making a low grunting noise. The baby boy in his arms let out a small cry and Eren's whole body shook as he started to sob

"It's a boy... a beautiful tiny boy"

Clawing at the sheet, he managed to catch a tiny rip and tear a length free. He had no idea where to tie, so resorted to using what he'd seen on movies, before bringing his son to his chest. The babies tiny fingers seemed so impossibly small

"Hey you... I'm your daddy..."

He couldn't stop crying, but Eren gave another pained whimper and Levi was forced to lay the tiny boy down so he could turn his attention back to his mate. It was kind of shocking to see the damage birth had done, but Eren was still on his hands and keeps. Feeling ever so slightly more confident, he ran his hand against Eren's leg

"I'm here"

Eren didn't reply, instead his mate kept crying, but soon those morphed back into grunts and moans. His mate once again screaming as their second pup stretched him impossibly further open

"Big pushes for me now"

He swore he could hear Eren mentally cursing him, and wiped his tears away with his free arm. This totally wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Watching their second pup slide free, his hair, ears and tail were brown like Eli's. Two boys, God. How lucky could he be? Tearing off another strip of fabric, he tied the cord like he'd done the first time and Eren slumped sideways, while the afterbirth was expelled from his body. Much like his brother, the pup in his hold let out a small cry

"It's a boy baby"

"I... I want to see"

Eren sounded so exhausted, and Levi shook as he moved to lay the boys side by side, before nuzzling at his mates sweaty temple

"You did so well baby. So well. I'm so proud of you"

"They... look just like the twins..."

Not caring about whatever was on his hands, Levi wiped at his face, he really couldn't stop crying, before pressing kisses to Eren's forehead

"So proud, they're so perfect..."

"We need to keep them warm"

Eren's words were mumbled, his eyes unfocused from his exhaustion. Sliding from the bed, Levi rushed to grab two thick towels and then back to Eren's side, his mate was still smiling that dopey smile, eyes not moving from the boys at all.

Having wrapped the boys in the towels, he'd had to backtrack and get one for Eren. His mate wanted to sit up and see the boys, so Levi was following his instructions. But the alpha was also beginning to panic all over again. Eren seemed very groggy, and the omegas colour wasn't great. Covering his mates lap with a blanket, he shook as he placed the twins into Eren's hold

"We need names for them"

Eren nodded

"Yeah we do..."

"Eren! Levi!"

Jerking his head towards the door, a panting Hannes soon filled it

"You're late"

The man nodded, gasping for breath

"I can see... Levi, did you?"

"Yeah... I didn't know what I was doing..."

"He did great..."

"Hannes, can you look at Eren..."

Biting his lip, he couldn't admit how scared he was out loud

"Levi, can you get the medical bag from my room"

Eren gave a tiny nod and Levi slipped off the bed, heading to grab the black back and some more towels. He didn't really know what to do with himself now and felt so happy and so excited that he was just confused. He wouldn't be able to settle until the boys and Eren got a clean bill of health... or even a "they're ok".

Hannes worked on his mate efficiently, taking care of the twins first, cutting the cord and showing him how to clean their faces from the crap on them. Both boys seemed to weigh nothing in his hands as he sat beside Eren with them in his hold now. His mates hand rested on his knee, and Hannes had given him something to dull the pain, before beginning to clean Eren's torn backend

"I leave for two days and you do this"

"It wasn't intentional. I'd barely woken him before Eren needed to push"

"Really?"

"Yeah... he said he was in pain, but that he was ok. I was going to call you tonight if he wasn't any better"

"Sorry... your sons were in a hurry to be born"

Eren's voice was gravely, his throat obviously sore

"Just rest baby, you've done all the hard work, you deserve to rest"

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[chandterpamela1996]

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[stunudo]

Do Over

Featuring: JJ x Female Reader

Requested by: @marvelfanlife

Setting: AU Season 12

A/N: Thanks for requesting another piece! This is my second JJ fic (Sorry, I just assumed Will died, please don’t judge me). She is difficult for me to write because I find JJ too near to perfect. It is another long one; I hope I met your expectations! ***Connor @starbucksreid made a moodboard for the fic and I just had to add it! ***xoxo Stu

Warnings: Violence, high school (okay I’m listing this as kind of a joke, but you know it is a trigger for most of us) teacher, fluff and angst.

Your name: submit What is this?

Stepping into the bathroom, you recoil at the puddle of cold liquid encasing the bottom of your bare foot. You quickly grab a towel off the rod near the door, covering the bulk of the water.

“Henry? Buddy? What happened in the bathroom?” You called to your girlfriend’s oldest son. You were not a morning person. You had to keep your voice down because everyone else was still sleeping. Cleaning the bathroom floor was not how you wanted to start your day off. Henry did not respond. After finishing your business you headed downstairs to investigate the case of the flooded bathroom.

A trail of water led you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You found Henry diligently watering the plants with his favorite Star Trek cup. “Hey, Henry? You’re kind of making a mess, dude.”

“But if I get my chores done early then I get more,” Henry reached up to a high shelf, balancing on his tiptoes. You held your breath as he poured the last of the water into the aloe plant. “I get more time to play, Y/N, I’m just doing chores.” You nodded, knowing that his intentions were honest.

“Are you all done with that one?” You asked carefully. He nodded enthusiastically. “Great, now I have a new one.” After you and Henry cleaned up his trail with towels wrapped on your feet, you convinced him it was time for breakfast.

JJ came downstairs with Michael after you and Henry had started digging in. The toddler on her hip and the yoga pants on her muscular legs made you smile, she just made it all so easy. Your eyes met her knowing grin while catching you and Henry with both of your mouths overstuffed. “Good pancakes?” You nodded in unison.

JJ had found a great place to raise her boys, the neighborhood embraced you like one of their own. You hadn’t officially moved in yet, but you were there so often that you probably should talk to your landlord. Perhaps you should have that talk with JJ after the boys were in bed that night. The phone rang while you were all at the park at the far end of the subdivision. Scratch that, maybe next week.

JJ decided to drop the boys off with her mom as she headed in for the case. You didn’t have to work because it was the weekend, but you really wanted to get through the lab write ups your students turned in the day before. Mrs. Jareau was great with the boys and really made you feel like part of the family. You weren’t sure if it was because she missed having two daughters or if she really loved you as JJ’s partner.

Heading back to your loft, you checked the mailbox in the front entryway. You kept your head down, rummaging through the junk mail and few bills. The figure behind you didn’t catch your attention. But the heavy crash of metal on your skull did. Your head exploded in pain as you fell face first into the taupe paint.

Garcia’s concerned face welcomed the team into the conference room that Saturday afternoon. Her usual peppiness dampened by being the one taking her avenging angels away from their families and weekend frivolities. “Alright, my babies, all I can say is at least this one is local? So no wheels up talk, Emily, sorry you don’t get to say it today.”

Emily mimed a sly “Damn it!” before settling into her seat. Garcia brought up three pictures of missing high school teachers. “These women are all from the area, the first went missing a month a go. The next two weeks ago and the last just five days ago.” JJ scanned the photographs, each one had your hair color and soft cheeks. They all had some close variant on your hair style and eye color even. She hated when she felt similarities between her loved ones and victims from a case.

“All right, I want Reid and JJ to head to the location where the last body was found. Alvez and Rossi will head to question the latest victim’s family.” Prentiss started assigning tasks. “I am taking Walker with me to the precinct as Lewis is out of town on interviews. Touch base with us in two hours.”

“So what were you doing when you got the call?” JJ teased Spence from the driver seat of their SUV. He furrowed his brows in confusion at her question.

“You say that as if I were up to something scandalous, JJ.” Reid volleyed. “I have no idea what you think I was doing, but it wasn’t that.” He refocused onto the case files smugly.

JJ’s face slid in shock. “Spencer Reid, you do not start holding out on me now! I give you all my secrets and you just put on your poker face!”

“JJ, you and Y/N’s sex life is hardly secret, Garcia makes sure of that.” Spencer continued. “ Besides we should, uh, really get back to the case.” He gave the blonde a knowing look and held up the files in earnest.

“Alright, Dr. Profiler, who is abducting and killing high school teachers?” JJ tight lipped, trying to hide the embarrassment from her love life being common gossip.

“Easy answer: White Male, late teens to early twenties. He is holding a grudge, most likely a past student.”

“But they all taught at different schools and different subjects.” JJ pointed out.

“They appear to be surrogates, but we need to double check with the body to be sure. There were some signature pieces to the first two bodies that will let us see if the unsub is escalating.”

“Lucky us, body detail.” JJ muttered, turning the large vehicle off the freeway.

He drove away from your condo parking lot with you in the trunk of his ancient Oldsmobile. Consciousness was something that was not letting go of you. The duct tape on your face and wrists stung. The tape’s smell faded from your attention as your face rolled over old food wrappers and into an open bottle of windshield wiper fluid.  The space was large, but that meant you would slide back and forth, your body scraping and banging into the rough edges inside.

It felt like he was intentionally slamming on the breaks with each cruel intersection. Your mind told you to tell Howard Givens that he did a terrible job teaching Devon in Drivers’ Ed. Why the hell were you blaming your fellow teacher?! Of course it was Devon’s fault he drove like an asshole. He wasn’t just an asshole though, he was psychotic.

On the way to the dumpsite, JJ texted Y/N to let her know she was still in town, she hoped to be home each night as the case progressed. She kept her phone on silent while in the field, she would just check that Y/N got it later. Spencer waited for her to introduce them to the local cops securing the scene.

“Detective? I’m Agent Jareau, this is Dr. Reid, we’re from the BAU. Our Unit Chief sent us here to help in the analysis of the body and dumpsite.” After the pleasantries were exchanged, the older detective hobbled over to the location the body had been discovered. The techs cleared the area for Spencer to get to work. JJ continued to follow up with the Detective.

“How long are they saying she has been here?”

“Techs put exposure at around four hours, but Time of Death is closer to eight?” He read from his notebook.

“JJ?” Spencer called, “The unsub’s message changed. He’s moved on to the final target.”

“What does it say, Spence?”

“No More Do Overs?” Reid enunciated in a louder voice. “He carved it into her abdomen, post mortem.”

On the ride to the precinct, JJ let Reid drive so she could call her mom and Y/N to coordinate childcare and evening plans. Her mom was long winded, the boys were fine. But she gave JJ the idea that Y/N hadn’t been answering her phone. JJ quickly ended the call and tried her herself. The phone rang on until her calming voice announced her voicemail box. JJ’s large eyes locked on Spencer’s observing eyes, she shook her head in equal parts surprise and slight annoyance.

“What’s up?” He asked his friend.

“Y/N hasn’t texted me back, she hasn’t answered my mom’s calls AND her phone goes straight to voicemail.” JJ huffed.

“Call Garcia.” Spencer explained, parking the vehicle at the back of the lot.

“Pen?”JJ said back into her phone. “Can you ping Y/N’s phone for me? She isn’t answering and I am getting worried.”

Spencer picked up the files as he waited for Garcia to work her magic to calm their teammate’s nerves. His eyes flitted over the victim’s photographs, if he held them like a flip-book, their pictures almost merged. They almost perfectly merged in to a picture of Y/N. His hand started shaking, the victimology was clear now. Y/N was the final target.

But how was he going to tell JJ? He set the pictures back into the top folder, until Garcia ended the call.

“Her phone is off,” JJ said flatly. “But I just called it, so it must have been shut off recently. Garcia says she was just outside her school. Maybe she just needed to get some extra work done?”

Spencer’s brown eyes didn’t give away his revelation. “I think I found something for the case. Let’s get inside so I can go over it with the whole team?”

You were dragged out of the trunk and into a field of grass. The chalked lines had faded over time, it was months before football practices would resume. You jumped at the slamming of the trunk behind you. The small equipment shed loomed behind the car. Devon didn’t speak to you as he forced you into the barn-like doorway. Your mind raced over how you would get free from the young man’s strong grip. But all your struggling just made him pick you up.

Thrown over his shoulder like a roll of carpeting, your stomach puckered against his broad frame. Ugh, your labored breaths just added to the discomfort from the ride here. It wasn’t until you looked down at his shirt that you realized your were bleeding. He dropped you on your side landing abruptly on the cold cement floor. The door whined closed behind him, too heavy to stay open on its own.

“But what are you saying?!” JJ screamed, jamming her finger to her family’s picture on the evidence board. Emily’s eyebrows arched in concern for her friend, she crossed the office to pull JJ away from the picture.

“If Y/N is the unsub’s final target, we need to move, now.” Rossi barked.

Walker and Alvez were already strapping on their vests determinedly. Spencer had grown silent watching JJ dissolve in front of him. JJ paced, not letting Emily or Spencer near her. “How did I not see this?! I even thanked God she was safe once we got the case!”

“JJ,” Emily’s voice firm, “Can you think of any students that would be after Y/N? Has she had any violent altercations she had to report, any upset parents even?”

JJ rolled her eyes. “She’s a public school teacher in D.C., Emily. There are quite a lot of incidents that could have been the trigger.” Reid had his phone to his ear as he watched his close friends try to suss out the unsub.

“Garcia?” Reid began. “I need you to dig into school records, Y/N’s personnel file.”

“Reid?!” Garcia balked. “Why am I doing this now, don’t you have a case?”

“The unsub has Y/N.” Reid’s eyes locked on JJ’s tears. Her mouth quaked against her sob. She drew her hands to her eyes, clearing the water from her face. Now was not the time for tears, it was time to do her damned job.

“Emily, I am going with you.”

Emily’s head spun in a wave of ebony. Her eyes locked onto JJ’s stubborn stance beside the SWAT gear. “No, you’re not.”

Slowly you sat up, every part of you ached. The tape on your wrists was rolling at the edges, each movement ripped out more of your arm hair. Devon’s eyes were watching you, and yet he remained quiet. His calm demeanor unnerved you more than the fact that you were in an abandoned building, in an unused field, behind an empty high school. If you could scream, it wouldn’t help your chances of rescue.

You had to use what was around you, you had to think. What would JJ do? She would talk her way out, which was out of the options pool. She would also kick this punk kid’s ass, something you may be able to do if you weren’t restrained. God, JJ! What if you didn’t see her again? What if you became just another victim in the BAU’s tragic love story? Nope, you were not going there. You were going to get back to your family. Henry and Michael had already lost their daddy, you weren’t going anywhere.

You returned Devon’s steely gaze and awaited his revenge. After a three minute stand off, he shook his head. Then, amazingly, he left you alone in the shed. His footsteps fading against the gravel, you couldn’t hear him once he either got inside the car or made it to the grass. Now you just had to disappear before he returned.

Rossi was now talking JJ down. His voice louder than the newbies were used to hearing. “Jennifer! This is not the time to argue. We are going to get her back, but we can’t do that if your emotions are in the way.” His voice softened, as she inhaled against the returning tears. “Okay?”

“Okay,” JJ voice cracked.

“Rossi, will stay with you,” Emily explained. “Garcia is still digging. Reid, Walker, Alvez and I are heading out. Stay on the comms?” Her dark eyes waited for JJ’s acceptance of the order. The blonde nodded, leaning against the nearest desk.

“Spence?” JJ called to her closest friend. “Just be careful, okay?”

He nodded, his curls bobbed. Alvez watched the exchange closely, nodding without realizing. He was agreeing to keep the tall agent safe as well. Walker led the way out of the precinct into the waiting vehicles. The lead detective slid into one driver’s seat as Walker manned the other. SWAT drove the first truck in the caravan towards the empty high school campus. The BAU settled down for the twenty minute drive through weekend traffic.

You got to your feet just in time for Devon to return to the shed. In his hand was a baseball bat. He playfully spun it between his two palms, a hypnotic grotesque taunt. As you watched the would-be weapon, he started to laugh. Your eyes scrunched in disgust and fear. He started with your left knee, bowling you back to the ground.

Your scream pulled against your gag, your skin burned against the dense material. You knew he could do a lot more damage to you than a fractured knee cap. As he came at you for the second time, you tried to kick at him with your good leg. His eyes wild, jumping over your flailing limb like a Skip it! going in slow motion. This time the bat met your right foot, completely pinning you to the ground.

“Okay, Ms. Y/L/N, I seem to have gotten your attention. Now it is time for today’s lesson.” Devon barked, part animated comedian, part football coach.

The school was massive, the four members of the BAU, the two detectives and eight SWAT members circled the parking lot. There were no cars or people in sight. Alvez suddenly called out, causing Walker to slam on his breaks. He ran from the side door of the large vehicle, expertly checking for incoming attacks. He approached a small bundle against a back fence. The muscular man bent over, inspecting a handbag.

Luke held it up to Reid, the taller man had followed once his own vehicle had caught up. He nodded to the Hispanic man, not feeling any better about finding Y/N in the large abandoned buildings. “JJ? We found her purse, outside the school. It seems he just tossed it.”

“Alright, Alvez, keep moving.” Rossi answered over the communication units.

A honk from one of the idling SUVs caused the two men to look up. Walker was pointing out over the valley that held a football field and four tennis courts. There behind the goal post was a rusty car parked in front of a storage shed, which had been completely hidden from them on the road.

JJ was listening to the chatter from her teammates without really hearing it. She was frozen in place, the fear of losing you was too much. She wanted to punch something and to curl up on the floor. She had stopped crying, her face now a mask of exhausted indifference. Rossi knew what she was feeling without seeing it in her expression. He gave her the space she needed to process.

JJ remembered when you had first told her you loved her. It was quickly, over the phone as she was heading to another case out of state. She wasn’t expecting it. By the pause on your side of the line, she knew you hadn’t meant to let it slip out yet. She rushed home after that case, having taken down a pack of deranged sadists in a raid. She smiled, remembering the rush of heat on her face when she got to say it to you in person.

She hadn’t felt this helpless for so long. It lingered like the weighted vest you wear to get x-rays of your teeth; familiar yet unnecessarily confining. She shook herself free from the memories and the fear induced paralysis. JJ had work to do.

“Garcia, I want you to look into Y/N’s last school. She left that job about three years ago? I remember her mom saying she quit in the middle of the year, but I don’t think I ever found out why.”

You couldn’t leave, you couldn’t scream and you couldn’t fight back. It was an impossible situation. You stared back at your former student, whose life you had apparently ruined with a failing Chemistry grade three years prior. There was no other reason you had given this kid to attack you. He must have suffered a great deal since you had last seen him.

Devon Johnson was an athlete, you remembered, but you couldn’t recall what sports he played. He was smart enough, but wouldn’t put any effort in to the work. It was frustrating teaching kids like him. This specifically stung after spending two hours each day tutoring kids who were half as smart and twice as dedicated. You could lead a horse to water, but you couldn’t make a teenager care about their future.

His speech was rehearsed, it seemed he had a flare for the dramatic. The pain in your legs and head really took away from your ability to focus on the point he was trying to make though. Suddenly his reddened face was inches from yours. You gasped in shock, your eyes trying to focus on his.

“That’s what wrong with you teachers. You don’t think you have to do any listening. You think you’re the only ones with something important to say? Guess again, Ms. Y/L/N.” Devon spat in your face with each angered word. He stepped back to get a wider swing, this one landing swiftly to your temple. You lost time.

The team flew down the gravel driveway towards the empty car. They didn’t bother with sirens as they only had a short distance and no traffic to deflect. Prentiss led the charge, her guilt over leaving JJ behind melted in her determination to fry this unsub that coursed through her veins. The slamming doors didn’t draw anyone out of the vehicle or the shed. Alvez scanned the rust bucket, shaking his head at Prentiss’ watching eyes.

She nodded to Walker, they moved in sync towards the wide door. Tossing the door open, “FBI!” was called from numerous mouths. There on the cement slab flooring was Y/N lying bound and unconscious in a puddle of her own blood. Spencer gasped seeing his friend like that.

Prentiss nodded to the slender man to examine her. He called to a detective, so not to alert JJ on the other end of the comms. “Call an ambulance on your radios, victim found, unconscious with blunt force trauma to the head and legs.” Emily continued to search the crowded space, her flashlight snaking in wide arches through the stacks of equipment.

“FBI! Put your hands up!” Walker’s deep voice boomed from the other side of the door. “Drop the weapon, son.” His voice firm, but calm. Emily and Alvez flanked the tall dark agent. Devon Johnson was trapped, three trained guns pointed at his face. Laughing he dropped the bat, the sound dinging throughout the dark shed. “It’s alright, I got it this time. She’s done for. I finally passed.” His rants would be humorous if they weren’t so unsettling. The unwell young man put his hands to the back of his shaved head. His revolting look told Emily he was proud of his accomplishment.

Walker holstered his weapon and reached for his cuffs, approaching the suspect. He went quietly, at least. The paramedics arrived and Y/N was on the gurney when they finally called in the apprehension.

“JJ, we got him. They are taking Y/N to the hospital, you can meet us there.”

“Oh no!” JJ’s voice strained. “Is she okay?!”

Emily hesitated too long, a sob burst over the open channel. “They are doing everything they can for her. Reid is riding with her, alright?”

JJ couldn’t speak. Rossi’s voice came through clearly. “Good job, guys. We’ll catch up shortly.”

The ride to the hospital was one of the longest car rides JJ had ever taken. It was only 5 miles from the precinct steps to the Emergency Room entrance. Rossi opened the door for his passenger who was clearly having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. Garcia had driven from headquarters and met them in the parking lot. Her comforting arms practically carried JJ’s numb form to the waiting room. Alvez and Walker were standing talking near the revolving doors.

Spencer and Emily were seated nearest the nurses’ station. Their keen eyes watching every doctor, orderly or nurse who passed by. JJ felt her legs were boulders as she joined the huddle of friendship that waited for her. Then the real waiting began.

Y/N was in surgery for a brain bleed for four hours. The team left to rest in shifts, though Reid and Garcia never left JJ’s side. Emily had to wrap up the investigation with the locals, otherwise she would have been there as well. Penelope had already talked to Mrs. Jareau about the boys, giving as good an explanation as she could to how Y/N had been injured. Reid was reciting bits from ‘Born Standing Up’ by Steve Martin to try to get JJ to laugh.

During the second hour she fell asleep between her two pillars of support. Penelope held JJ’s feet while Reid held her head, having used his Kevlar and a cardigan as a make shift pillow in his lap. She didn’t dream.

When JJ woke up, everyone else had fallen asleep. She slowly unfurled her tense limbs and began to pace the waiting room. It was after her third lap that she found her phone to call her mom.

The doctor let JJ back to Y/N’s room in post-op ICU. It had taken a grueling hour longer then they anticipated, but finally the BAU heard Y/N had made it through the surgery. She had four broken bones in her right foot, hemorrhaging on the brain that was going to need to be continually monitored, a stellate fracture in her left knee cap and raw skin from her restraints.

When JJ entered the room all she saw was the most beautiful woman in the world. Beneath all the gauze and tubes, there she was and she was alive! JJ waited by her side all night, waiting for her love to wake up and come back to her.

Michael had started talking. His little eyes wide as he copied your prompts. “Doggie? Can you say doggie?”

“Dug-dy?” He sputtered. You all clapped at his achievement. You saw JJ smiling at you holding her baby and you knew your heart wasn’t done growing yet. Her pink lips framed her perfect teeth, her blue eyes shining at you. It took your breath away.

You were coughing. Why couldn’t you breath? Something was in your throat, you had to get it out. Where were you?! JJ’s voice was calling for a doctor, she was nearby! Then suddenly there were strange faces peering down at you, too many hands were checking you. The fear continued to stutter your breathing. Slowly a familiar voice made sense. “Y/N, babe, you have to calm down, ok?” JJ begged. “There is a tube in your throat to help you breathe.”

You could see her now, her eyes reassuring and tired, so tired. You nodded at her, wanting to scream that you loved her, that you were so happy she was here. A deep voice spoke from the other side of the bed, “We are going to remove the tube, but it is going to hurt. Are you ready for the procedure?”

You blinked in frustration of more pain, but nodded to the doctor with the beady eyes.

JJ came back into the room after you had been triple checked by the doctor and two nurses. She was so lovely. Her worried face forced a smile for your benefit. You moved your hand, hoping she would take it. She did, the warmth flooding you with hope.

“Y/N, I am so sorry I let him get you. I never thought you were in danger. I never.” She stopped herself, sniffling. She took a few deep breaths. You wanted to reach for her, to let her know you were here and it was going to be okay, eventually at least.

“I am not going to lose you, Y/N. Do you hear me?” JJ stated defiantly. “I am here, no matter what. I want you, for always. Do you understand?” You thought you did, but somehow there were tears blocking your view of her beauty. You coughed, your throat still raw from the tubing.

“Don’t talk, just nod?” JJ sniffled. “Or shake your head too, if that’s how you feel.” She took both of your hands now, gently as they were bandaged. “Y/N, I want all of your tomorrows. I want the recovery, the physical therapy sessions, the work, the smiles, the late nights. I want it all. I want you. Forever. Marry me?” She said it with such a burning intensity that your eyes exploded. Your heavy head a resounding affirmative.

“Yes?” JJ checked, kissing your hands.

“Y-yes,” you gasped against the pain in your vocal chords. She leaned in and kissed your chapped lips. You patted the bed, calling her to you. She didn’t even hesitate, she crawled right over the rail and snuggled into your side. Right where she would fit, forever.

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How Should I Face It, After Testing Positive for Hepatitis B?

Chen Lu, South Korea

I was struck by an illness that came out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye I had become mired in pain and despair, and I lost all hope for life. Nevertheless, through God’s wonderful salvation, I came to understand that God’s will was behind my illness, and I saw God’s wondrous deeds. Remembering the events of that time, they are as vivid to me now as they were then.

A few months ago, my boss told us that Xiao Wang, one of my colleagues, had contracted a serious liver condition and had been hospitalized for treatment. The boss went on to say that the illness Xiao Wang had contracted could be transmitted to other people through physical contact, food, drink and bodily fluids. As we were often in contact with Xiao Wang, it was highly probable that we would have been infected, so we were told to go to the hospital immediately for testing. Hearing this news, the office was suddenly all abuzz; everyone was worried that they were infected, and so we all hurried to hospital. After a series of tests, I waited uneasily for the results. After a while, the doctor came and handed me the test results, and said: “You are a carrier of the Hepatitis B virus, and it has not been contracted recently, but has probably been there for a while.” I simply couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I asked the doctor to repeat herself. The doctor said regretfully, “You heard right. This is real. You must seek urgent treatment. If you delay, then your condition will worsen, and if it becomes liver cancer then you’ll be in real trouble. What’s more, as this virus cannot be wholly eradicated from the body, you will carry this virus for the rest of your life. You should get your mind right and be prepared!” This terrible, sudden news left me all at sea, and my whole body seemed to shrivel up like an eggplant affected by the frost, and my legs felt as heavy as lead. Scared out of my mind, I took the test results and left the hospital, not knowing how to get home.

Once I’d got home, I fell straight down onto my bed, with tears streaming down my face. I thought: “I’m only in my thirties, and these are supposed to be the best years of my life. I have so many dreams that I haven’t realized—how could I have contracted this illness? Could it be that I have to live carrying this virus for the rest of my life? How long will I live for? Besides, it will cost so much money to receive treatment, where on earth will I get that much money from?” The more I thought about it, the more distressed I got, and I couldn’t help but cry loudly…. From then on, I lived every day in worry and fear, I always felt weary and exhausted, bloated and with back pain, and I won’t be able to do any work at all. Not long after, the boss said that Xiao Wang had died. Hearing this news, my mind hummed, and all of a sudden my body went limp, and I thought: “Xiao Wang is dead? He was still so young. It seems that this liver illness can really be fatal. Will I be the next one to die?” I felt that death was getting closer and closer, and I felt completely helpless; I just didn’t know what to do. From then on, I waited listlessly every day for death to come. I no longer felt like doing anything at all, and I lived utterly in darkness.

After a while, because I didn’t have the money to pay the exorbitant medical fees, my only option was to give up on going to hospital for treatment, and I just relied on the folk prescription that my friend gave me to alleviate my condition. At that time, two sisters came to see me and asked with concern about my condition, and they helped me solve some difficulties I was having in my life. I took this opportunity to seek with the sisters about the problem that had beset me: “I believe in God, so God should look after and protect me. So why have I still contracted this illness?” After listening to my question, a sister patiently gave me fellowship: “We mustn’t lose faith in God when illness befalls us. God holds sovereignty over all things as well as over the fate of each one of us. Even more so are our lives and deaths in His hands, and He watches over us at all times. So long as we call on Him sincerely, then God will help us get through difficult times. We just have to entrust our lives and deaths to God, submit to God’s orchestrations and arrangements, and believe that no matter what illness we may get, it is all in God’s hands. We must have faith in God.” Then the sister read to me two passages of God’s words: “When sickness happens it is due to God’s love, and His good intentions are surely behind it. Even when your body endures suffering, take no ideas from Satan. Praise God in the midst of illness and enjoy God in the midst of your praise. Do not lose heart in the face of illness, keep seeking and never give up, and God shall shine His light on you. How faithful was Job? Almighty God is an all-powerful physician! To dwell in sickness is to be sick, but to dwell in the spirit is to be well. If you have but one breath, God will not let you die.” “The life of the resurrected Christ is within us. We really lack faith in the presence of God, and may God put true faith within us. The word of God is sweet indeed! God’s word is potent medicine! Put to shame the devils and Satan! If we grasp God’s word we will have support and His word will quickly save our hearts! It dispels all things and sets all in peace. Faith is like a single log bridge, those who cling abjectly to life will have difficulty in crossing it, but those who are ready to sacrifice themselves can pass over without worry. If man has timid and fearful thoughts, they are being fooled by Satan. It fears that we will cross the bridge of faith to enter into God. Satan devises every way possible to send us its thoughts, we should always pray that the light of God will shine on us, and we must always rely on God to purify us from Satan’s poison. We shall always be practicing in our spirits to come close to God. We shall let God have dominion over our whole being” (“Chapter 6” of Utterances of Christ in the Beginning).

After listening to God’s words, my heart was immediately brightened. Indeed, God is almighty, and my life is given me by God and is under His control. In having this illness befall me now, God’s will was that He hoped for me to be able to submit to His orchestrations and arrangements, come before Him more, rely on Him and look to Him more, have true faith in Him, overcome all of Satan’s cunning ploys by God’s word and stand witness for God. But then I recalled how I had lived in worry and fear after learning that I had contracted this illness. Especially when I thought about what the doctor had said, my heart was completely occupied with it, I had no motivation to live and I didn’t feel like doing anything, to the point where I’d lost all hope. Even more serious was that I had also misunderstood and blamed God for not looking after me and protecting me, and faced with these facts, I was exposed as someone whose faith in God was pathetically small. I thought of when Job had been tempted by Satan; he had lost all his family property, his children had been slain, his whole body was covered in sores and he was in unbearable pain, and yet he feared and obeyed God. He didn’t speak sinfully, but instead sought God’s will. He believed that everything God did was right, and he kept his faith in God all through his trials. In pain, he still extolled God’s holy name, and in the end he stood witness for God, won God’s praise and was doubly blessed. God’s good intent was hidden behind all these things that happened! As I came to this realization, my faith in God returned, and I understood that whether this illness could be cured or not, I mustn’t lose my faith in God. God is almighty, there is nothing He cannot do, and all things are in His hands, so surely my illness is also in His hands. I should be like Job, I thought, and submit to God’s sovereignty and arrangements, and seek God’s will. And so I came before God to pray: “O God! These past few days I’ve lived in sickness, worrying always that I will die. I lost my faith in You, and even blamed You for not blessing me. Nor did I seek Your will and I almost fell into Satan’s cunning trap. I really am so ignorant! O God! Thank You for arranging these sisters to come and give me fellowship so that I could understand Your will. O God! You are the God who holds sovereignty over all things, and today I wish to place myself completely in Your hands. Whether my illness can be cured or not, I wish to always submit to Your orchestrations and arrangements.” After praying, I was no longer fainthearted and afraid, and my heart was much eased. Throughout that time, the words of God that say, “Almighty God is an all-powerful physician! To dwell in sickness is to be sick, but to dwell in the spirit is to be well. If you have but one breath, God will not let you die,” often came to my mind, and they gave me faith and courage. Little by little, I no longer felt constrained by my illness, and every day I persevered with reading God’s words and singing hymns. Whenever I had time, I would attend meetings with brothers and sisters and fellowship God’s words, and furthermore I did my best to perform my duty. Unknowingly, the discomfort in my body gradually vanished, I clearly felt a lot calmer and my mood got better.

Two months later, I went back to the hospital to be reexamined, and the doctor said to me in amazement, “Your illness is in remission and you’re in an excellent condition. Also, you are no longer infectious. Come back again in a while for another examination, and if there are no problems, then there’s no reason why you can’t be given a clean bill of health.” Hearing this news, I was incredibly excited, and my eyes at once filled with tears, for I knew that this was all God’s wonderful salvation. At that moment, I felt a real appreciation of the authority and power of God’s words, and all I could do was keep thanking God in my heart—God really is almighty and holds sovereignty over all things! And so my faith in God grew.

Once, while I was performing my spiritual devotions, I read these words of God: “Some people become full of vigor as soon as they see that faith in God will bring them blessings, but lose all energy as soon as they see they have to suffer refinements. Is that believing in God? … Even though people with religious beliefs have faith in God, they don’t seek dispositional change, don’t pursue knowledge of God, and only seek the interests of their flesh. Many among you have faiths that belong in the category of religious convictions. That is not true faith in God” (“Those Who Are to Be Made Perfect Must Undergo Refinement” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). What God’s words were talking about was precisely my state, and after I’d read them I felt very upset. Thinking back to before illness and calamity had struck me, and when my life had been going great, I had believed in God enthusiastically and had been filled with faith for God, without any doubts whatsoever. I had even made a resolution to follow God, obey God and satisfy God all my life. But when illness befell me, my faith in God had disappeared in an instant, and I had lived in a state of negativity and weakness, so much so that I had been filled with misunderstandings and blame toward God. Only now did I understand that there had been such a great contrast between before and after I got sick because my views on faith in God had been wrong. I had wanted only to be graced and blessed by God, and had believed that, because of my faith in Him, He should then look after me and protect me, make me well and make everything go smoothly for me. It was precisely this absurd view I’d held on faith in God that had led me to immediately blame and misunderstand God when illness befell me, to the point where I’d even wanted to betray God. Having such a belief filled with bargaining, God saw me as an unbeliever, so how could God not have detested me? I thought again of Job who, amidst his trials, was able to say: “Jehovah gave, and Jehovah has taken away; blessed be the name of Jehovah” (Job 1:21). Job didn’t make bargains with God in his belief. Whether God gave things or took things away, Job still praised God, worshiped God, stood witness for God and thoroughly shamed Satan. But in comparison, I saw from my expressions and behavior when illness befell me that my faith in God had been just for the sake of gaining grace and blessings, pure and simple; I had been asking for bread to eat my fill, and had simply been truly a petty person who was blind to all except my own profit—I had really grieved God! Realizing this, I felt ashamed, and so I knelt and prayed to God: “O God! I give thanks to Your enlightenment for allowing me to realize that my views on faith were wrong, that as a created being I should submit to Your orchestrations and arrangements, and that I should not demand anything of You. This is the bare minimum of sense I should possess. From today on, I wish to place myself in Your hands, and however my condition develops, whether I live or die, I wish only to submit to Your every orchestration and arrangement.”

Later, I no longer thought about what would become of my illness and I let the matter go. Instead, I experienced things by letting nature take its course, and I applied my thought to reading God’s words, attending meetings and performing my duty. Every day, I felt enriched, and my spirits were lifted as time went on, so much so that I even forgot that I was sick. When friends and relatives saw me, they said to me in surprise that I didn’t look sick at all. After a while, I again visited the hospital to be reexamined, but before I left home, I prayed to God, saying that no matter what the results of the tests may be, I was still willing to obey Him, and would not blame Him at all. When I took the test results from the doctor, I couldn’t help but feel utterly amazed. In the antibody column was written all “+” signs, which meant that my body had already produced antibodies. Not only had I been completely cured of the hepatitis B virus, but I would no longer have to worry about being infected by another person. This unexpected result made me weep tears of gratitude, overcome by my emotions. God really is so almighty and so wonderful! I had only to act according to God’s words, place myself in God’s hands and be willing to submit to His orchestrations and arrangements, and my illness had been cured; I truly felt God’s love for me!

Through my experience of having this illness, I learned many lessons and turned my incorrect views on faith in God around. I now know that one shouldn’t make bargains with God in one’s belief, and that one shouldn’t blame God no matter whether He gives or takes away, but rather one must obey God—this is the sense one must possess. At the same time, I came to realize that not only is God a merciful and loving God, but even more so He is a righteous and holy God. When I was filled with blame for God, God hid Himself from me, but when I turned back to God, His smiling face appeared to me; God really is so lovely! I now make this resolution: From now on, no matter what problems I may encounter, in all things I wish to seek the truth, understand God’s will, submit to God’s orchestrations and arrangements, and fulfill my duty well so as to repay God’s love!

Thank God for saving me! May all glory be to God!

#Testimonies #Wonderful Salvation

[daniels-howl-blog]

Was it all worth it?

Daniel was a dying boy. And It was apparent that this chapter would be the last of his story. Or at least it had before the day a Sercert Government facility took him in for some experimental treatment that might save his life. But at what cost? Word count: 2010 (give or take) This is first post so tell me if you would like more of this story. Tw: This discusses very sad topics including hair loss and other cancer treatment side effects so be ready. __________________________________________ Chapter 1

The first blow came when the doctor said those words. The words, that’s sound carried the weight of gunshots in the thick air. They made time stop and my heartbeat ring in my ears as they made me realize how meaningful and precious each of the continuing consistent beats were. I remember my mother being in a hysteria beside me, so much so that some nurses came in a rush to see if they were needed. Her tears fell like a river and dripped down her face like a broken tap, multiple drops taking their time forming at different rates but still dropping all at once without consistance. Her cheeks were red and angry from the rushing tears and her chest rose and fell with a speed of a hummingbird’s wings in flight. She grabbed the doctor for dear life in shallow attempts of him possibly taking back his words, realizing his mistake and letting us keep our false sense of anxious tranquil but the only thing that left his lips was a facsimile apologize that was sincere but too often experienced and repeated to land as anything more then pity. The screaming sobs filled the air and further muffled the doctors words of reassurance but we had known what he was trying to say regardless. No words left me and my breaths were quiet and slow, my ears were stuffed with cotton and my lips were pressed into a thin line. I hadn’t felt it yet, I hadn’t truly let it register and maybe at that time I was still in denial.

The second blow was a few weeks after the hospital visit and another boring sit com sat through while I waited for it to be over. I had come home to take a shower and get the smell of anesthesics and cleaning materials off my skin. I wordlessly walked to my room when we entered the house.

I didn’t talk much during after these times or at all, neither of us did. There was nothing to say about the matter, no point. I got in the shower and let the water fall as I washed, letting my mind go blank and my eyes close as I stood under the shower head. I absent-mindedly felt around for the shampoo, finding it and beginning to apply it. I relaxed under the water and let my arms move on their own to bathe my skin and wash my hair.

I had noticed how soft my hair was and how the tangles seemed to give so easily even when it had been a while since I properly maintained it, given the constant fatigue of even the idea of combing it.

I had pressed the pads of my finger to my scalp, massaging it to relieve my mind’s heaviness when it happened. I had given only the slightest tug when I felt my hair give way. My eyes snapped open as I looked at my hands. They were tangled in hundreds of brown strains and I saw more swirling down the drain with the running water. It was only a moment of staring, eyes wide before the screaming began.

But this time it was my own, the sound was shrill especially to my own ears but at that moment no other sound seemed to make sense. I dropped to my knees curling into myself as my hair appeared as a dark sludge, taken down the drain while my screams continued.

My screaming and sobbing didn’t stop even when a towel was put around me and arms pulled me in. My tears didn’t stop even when sweet comforting words were whispered in my ear and time didn’t stop no matter how much I begged for anyone to take away my memories and make me forget, letting me become numb again.

Sound was muffled and distorted and even that slowly faded, so everything sounded like what can only be described as a soft white noise, grief struck me down for everyday I tried to pretend that what was happening wasn’t really and the words played through my mind again and again, fuelling my screams.

“-you have cancer.”

~ School only got more difficult, logically, people wouldn’t stop​ asking why I always wore a hat, even in gym. And though I simply shrugged​ and ignored the question it got harder to not want to break down or get angry, because everytime I took off my hat I knew more of my hair would go with it. My mother had offered on many occasions to just shave it all off but, I always refuse. I didn’t think I could handle seeing that, but I knew losing all my hair was inevitable with the treatment, that made it choppy and rough in some areas.

I had been in gym running laps with my class and had broken a sweat from just the first couple of runs. I was already so close to being done but no one esle had sat down and I didn’t want to be the first one to tire. I didn’t why it mentioned so much at the time, it just did. No matter how much my body protested and yielded me to stop I kept going, my stomach churned and my muscles ached but I pushed on because someone had to tired at some point.

Halfway on my 8th lap, a white hot pain stabbed at my stomach, so intense my weak knees bucked from underneath me and I slide across the floor. I wrapped my arms around myself and shut my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek as it proceeded to puncture my insides. Whimpers escaped me and tears that I tried so hard to keep at bay streamed down my face and onto my lips.

I could hear the class crowd around me, speaking and whispering amongst themselves about what was happening.

Dallas, the school jock, class president and nicest guy in school sank beside him, trying to figure what was wrong and asking what happened. The pain was too immense for me to answer and his words held no meaning. He must of caught on because he quickly went to get the coach, who had left to gather the day's​ activity, while the 10 minutes warm up laps were being finished.

I didn’t remember much after that when my mother was called and I suddenly woke up in a hospital bed hooked up to a IV. It was night all of a sudden and my mother was asleep next to me her head laid on her arms with her back arched from also sitting in a chair.

My doctor had told me to take it easy when excersising but I told my mother to hold off on telling my gym teacher to prevent the embarrassment of being put on the spot for doing a special regiment. She made me promise to be careful but that didn’t quite click in my mind until now.

I had to stay in the hospital for a week for testing, proper rest and fluid administrations. My head would throb terribly in the middle of the night and when my eyes opened, a sleep-deprived nurse would smile sadly down at me as they administered another sedative. A warm previously cold cloth was always settled on my forehead. My mother came to visit every time she could with balancing her job to keep up with the hospital bill and the appropriate visiting hours. Random family member whom I’d swore I never met prior came to visit with books, cards and get Well Soon balloons, that would float dangerously close to the ceiling fan in my room.

That was really my only entertainment, aside from the total of 3 channels on the hospital television that consisted of Sit-Coms, Spanish Soap Operas and long product advertisements for women of an older age then I.

My mother and I talked more after that though. But she never mentioned our current situation or why I did what I did, she didn’t even yell at me the day I refused to eat due to feeling of heavy stones in my stomach. She talked about everything but, she talked about my childhood, she asked about me, how I felt, she told me about her day and at particularly late nights she told me about her dreams and asked about mine. I told her the same thing every night, I told her that I wanted to fly her to America and get her a big fat artery clogging hot dog, with fries and a chocolate shake to go with. She would laugh and insist tiredly that she couldn’t eat that much and I’d always reply with:

“ The chocolate shake and fries are for me-“

The conversation left us in a fit of lazy giggles and I could remember her constant tender caress on my arm so light and comforting that it never failed to lull me to sleep, even in the most unruly night when the white pain settled in my stomach late into the night and despite the continuing amount of morphine brought tears to my eyes, making the simple task of breathing almost impossible. Those nights when nurses were on standby and the tubes were down my throat, disabling my ability to speak. Because of these nights, they insisted that I had to stay a bit longer.

It took me too long to realize it and for that I blamed the endless stream of sedatives that turned my brain into mush. I didn’t realize why my mother had started to speak constantly the way she did, soft and faraway. Or why my symptoms seemed to continued to get worse and the nurses would look at me with those sad smiles and gave me gentle, careful, and tentative care.

I wasn’t getting better.

Staff wouldn’t let me look in a mirror no matter how much I asked and it came to a point when I couldn’t even manage a trip to the bathroom without assistance. My limbs always had the sensation of intense pins and needles and my muscles became weaker with each passing day. Not too long after, my scheduled afternoon treatments stopped, even though I continued my stay at the hospital.

My mother had long pulled me out of school and it took me 3 weeks to notice that the nameless family members stop visiting and dropping off gifts.

The medicine kept me numb and unaware of things around me. But at late nights when the pain would come with a vengence and my mother wasn’t there to alert the nurse, I held back from pressing the alert button beside me and I let tears fall down my face as the pain and sadness overwhelmed me. I allowed my quiet sobs to escape and I cried as much as I could before the fever set in and and my heart beat spiked alerting the nurses of my condition. It felt worse knowing you’re dying and not being able to physically react then actively dying and letting myself grieve.

When staff would come to my aid I didn’t hide the fact that I had been crying but only allowed​ my sobs to get louder as they pulled out that needle and came towards my IV. I used the little energy I had to fight weakly as the sedative flooded my bloodstream and my brain began to slow as well as the thoughts that drove my misery. At first I welcomed the feeling but now, I could only hate it so much, it forced a cloth over my eyes and pushed me into a restless slumber.

~

I vaguely remembered the murmurs of my mother and another man I didn’t recognize speaking. They spoke for a long time even as I went I’m and out of consciousness. And I could barely make out what they said.

“ Treatment-…

”…-experimental-…“

”…Save him"

The exchange and change of voices confused me so much that I finally stop listening and let the medicine dull my senses and take me into muddled darkness once more.

-Written By Deanna, first girl of the DanHowl Community leaders-

#werewolf #werewolf!dan #amazingphil #danisnotonfire #supernatural #phan #phanfiction #phanfic au #angst #cancer #experimental #wasitallworthit? #dan howell #phil lester #1stpost

[theblackrune]

6 and 41 for Prompto; 2, 3, and 19 for Ignis; 10, 22, and 44 for Gladio; 35, 36, 40, and 42 for Noct; 5 for the all of them. Aaaaaand maybe 26 for Cor? Sorry it's a lot ^^

No worries; this is fun :D

I’ll put it under a read more though, just for length :P

Okay, so, Prompto first, cause he’s my sunshine child:

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Prompto never empties his pockets, but is always quick to fill them. He usually tends to have little trinkets, like charms, extra bracelets and a bandana, bills from his previous shopping experiences, four leaf clovers he finds, small rocks he finds pretty, and his phone and charger. Those last two are usually in a separate pocket from all the rest.

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Yes. He often dreams of snakes; that he’s in a pit filled with them and they slither all over him until he’s literally trapped under them. Sometimes he dreams as though he were seeing through the eyes of a snake, unable to control its movements as he slithers onto his own limp form. It’s always a feeling of entrapment that he gets from them—that no matter what he does, he cant escape his fate. Needless to say; he hates snakes.

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Prompto believes he needs to earn it. He was made for one thing, so whenever he wants something that does align with it, he feels he needs to prove that he deserves to have it. He does believe he can earn it though, so he doesn’t feel guilty once he gets it.

His real problem is knowing what it is that he wants. He’s usually looking for guidance on that, even though he knows objectively that’s not the way things work.

Ignis

2 & 3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? (I’m putting these two together)

Ignis was originally from a border town in Accordo. His family was originally quite wealthy, but they were Anti-Imperials. When Accordo started losing more and more of their sovereignty, the family eventually bailed, leaving their estate and wealth behind to move to Lucis. It was only their name that really kept them afloat, so they offered Ignis as Noct’s future advisor as a means for another grab at power. Ignis as such feels more like a political chess pawn than a son. His relationship with them is cordial, though strained to say the least.

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Ignis has a fountain pen he received from an ex, one he at one point thought he was going to marry. They parted on amicable terms, but the pen holds many precious memories so he always has it on him. He also tends to have his pocket square, because he’s Ignis, a cloth and fluid for cleaning his glasses, a small notepad and his cell phone.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Ignis’ biggest relationship flaw is his devotion to Noctis. He has a few others, such as being a perfectionist and his inability to pick up on certain social cues, but nothing has broken nearly as many relationships as his loyalty to Noct. His “Noct first, everyone else later” has made him run out on others, cancel plans on the day of, and in the case of romantic entanglements, just caused jealousy and resentment. A lot of people have given up on being his friend, not because they don’t like him, but because they can never really count on him to be there in case Noct calls on him. And younger Noct, unfortunately, called on him quite often.

Gladio

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Gladio always carries around his cell phone and some protein bars, in case anyone ever gets hungry. Whenever he’s heading out with Iris, he tends to take tissues along with him too—a habit he formed when she was younger and prone getting her face covered in food.

10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

Less. The more clothing he has, the more it hinders his movements. He dislikes being completely exposed though, which is why he always puts that tank top on whenever he removes his jacket ;)

22. What does your character like in other people?

Honesty and perseverance are Gladio’s favourite qualities in a person. He also likes knowing that a person can take care of themselves; whether in a fight or domestically, because he doesn’t want to have to worry about them all the time.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

When he falls in love, he’s upfront. He prefers to show his emotions with deeds rather than words, but has no problem saying those three words repeatedly if that’s what they want to hear. Can he say it without meaning? Yes, but he would never do that, unless it were for something of extreme importance. He has yet to find something he deems important enough to do so however.

Noct

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Nothing. Noctis uses his armiger for literally everything. The royal tailors have even stopped making him pockets—which drives others nuts if they ever have to borrow his clothes.

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

Like as in enjoys their company, or like as in has romantic feelings for? Whatever, I’ll answer both. He tends to drop his facade around people he likes, and therefore spends less time filtering his thoughts before speaking them, and sometimes ends up saying really stupid things. He likes silence though, so he’s just as likely to just sit there enjoying the other person’s company. As for people he has more than friendly feelings for; he tends to freak out internally. On the outside he’s just the same dour prince who likes video games, but on the inside he’s overthinking everything. He wants to be cool in front of them, but also doesn’t want to make them feel pressured into liking him back (he’s a prince—he worries someone might “reciprocate” simply due to his status). As such, he’s never actually admitted his feelings to another :P

36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?

He can be curt around those he dislikes. Being a prince, and therefore unable to just say “screw you” to everyone who rubs him the wrong, he remains polite while trying to maintain as much distance for the other as possible.

40. How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Very politely. He doesn’t make small talk, but he’s always smiling and saying his “please” and “thank you”s. He used to work in the service industry, so he knows how much a customer can make or break a person’s day.

42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Yes. Ignis had practically taken on the role of his mother after she died, though he’s too embarrassed to admit it. Drautos and Cor have also been like uncles to him, and he even referred to them as such when he was younger.

Cor

26. How does your character behave around children?

In general, he’s very awkward around children, but also very protective of them. He’s been told he has a scary face, and as such he avoids them mostly to not scare them, but he recognizes them as Lucis’ future, and does not take kindly to them being put in harm’s way.

Whew, that was a lot, but, here ya go! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧

#ask #anon #character: noct #character: ignis #character: gladio #character: prompto #character: cor

[deniscollins]

Willy Wonka and the Medical Software Factory

If you were a 75 year old CEO of Epic Systems, a $2.7 billion medical software company, would you require that your successor must be an executive who already works for the company, be a software developer, and  keep Epic privately held: (1) Yes, (2) No? Why? What are the ethics underlying your decision?

In the farm country of southern Wisconsin, 12 miles from Madison, is one of the nation’s biggest tech companies — and almost certainly the quirkiest. The woman who controls it is a septuagenarian coding savant, its campus contains a human-size rabbit hole and an elevator to hell, and in all probability your personal medical records are on servers running its software.

Epic Systems is a health care services provider with $2.7 billion in annual revenue. Its mathematician chief executive, Judy Faulkner, is a billionaire recluse who hosts P.T. Barnum-esque gatherings for clients. Those clients — big hospitals and health systems around the United States and more than a dozen overseas markets — are served by customer-service representatives known as BFFs. Every month, employees are compelled to gather in a subterranean chamber for two-and-a-half-hour staff meetings that have been likened to a megachurch experience. Workers are discouraged from ordering business materials on Amazon or living more than 45 minutes away from the office, in order to shorten commutes and keep Epic’s wealth in the local economy.

Epic’s software is ubiquitous in doctors’ offices and operating rooms, and companies like Amazon, Microsoft and Alphabet regularly hoover up its young engineers. Yet most people outside of the Madison environs, I’d be confident to say, have never heard of the company.

I certainly hadn’t. I cover Wall Street, not health care or technology, and when I came across the privately held Epic this year I was consumed with questions. Who was this publicity-shy yet spectacle-loving C.E.O., and how did her theme-park sensibility coexist with the mundanity of health care billing protocols? Was Epic’s odd culture a magnet for talent and clients, or was it an indulgence that kept the company from growing even bigger? In August, I traveled to Wisconsin to see what this 1,100-acre Midwestern behemoth might be hiding.

Cookies and tree houses

When I arrived in Epic’s hometown, Verona, two beaming receptionists at the Fairfield Inn tried to offer me something called the “Epic discount.” When I said I couldn’t accept anything of value from the company, they clarified that the special rate was a gesture of gratefulness from the hotel, on account of the huge proportion of guests who come to do business with Epic. It is by far the dominant player in Verona, where the population of 10,600 is comparable to the company’s head count of 9,800.

Epic’s headquarters were a short drive away, down a meandering road through countryside dotted with Queen Anne’s lace and farm equipment. I drove past a giant Tin Man, the first indication of the campus’s fairy-tale aesthetic, and into guest parking, in one of the campus’s few aboveground lots.

There was virtually no security. I walked past a sculpture of Humpty Dumpty, set on a wall and typing away on an Epic laptop, past the warning against carrying concealed weapons (Wisconsin allows them in most public venues), and into reception. I was asked to sign an old-fashioned guest book, given a “Hello! My name is” sticker and a few pages of directions, and told I could wander the campus’s 25 buildings and numerous footpaths on my own.

The design theme was childish even by the standards of technology start-ups, where ball pits and scooters are common. I paused at the Cavey Den, a hollowed-out treehouse with stumps for seats and children’s books, then rocked on a rocking horse and ate a cookie from a jar, wondering what time was set aside for naps. There was a long series of clay slabs with handprint impressions from longtime employees, and walls and walls of art sourced from Wisconsin-area artists: a dragon perched in an iron bird cage; expanses of blue and purple stained glass; a clock featuring manicured poodles and Cupid; an old-timey circus ad painted on canvas.

The diversions went beyond art. At the Black Dragon cafe, which was next to an informal band-practice area, a sandwich board advertised oatmeal for 75 cents and bacon for $1. Along the Indiana Jones tunnel, decorated with vines and a golden idol, the sound of dripping water and roaring animals played in a constant loop. A conference room named after a Star Wars planet was reached via a rickety swinging bridge. All around me, young workers in shorts and band T-shirts hurried past. (The company’s dress code is that when visitors are on campus, wear clothes.)

The next morning, I woke up feeling off: a throat infection I’d been treating with antibiotics seemed to be getting worse. Verona, while long on breweries, day cares, artisanal pizza and jumbo mortgages, lacks an urgent-care clinic, so I drove into nearby west Madison for some attention.

The clinic I found was, naturally, running on an Epic system that logged me in, took my information and tracked my health statistics. The nurse’s assistant who saw me had visited Epic during her training, as do many medical professionals who work with its technology as part of their jobs.

Epic’s reach is, well, epic. Its systems contain records for more than 50 percent of United States medical patients. It is a major software provider to big health systems like Memorial Sloan Kettering, the Mayo Clinic, Cedars-Sinai and University of Utah Health, as well as scores of doctor’s offices and smaller clinics. Its applications handle functions both complex and straightforward, from the emergency room to the bills sent to patient homes. They calibrate drug dosages, monitor vital signs, match blood types, anticipate infection symptoms, and keep tumor measurements. Epic software is elemental to everything from transplants to cesarean sections.

Once you know what Epic does in health care, you see it everywhere. When I left the urgent-care center, diagnosed with a gnarly case of strep, the summary printout I was given was branded on one corner with Epic’s insignia.

Coders who don’t mind a little blood and gore

The next day, back at company headquarters, I sat in one of the less Montessori-style conference rooms with Steve Dickmann, 72, the chief administrative officer. He became animated when explaining some of the more functional, less fantastical features of the space. “The whole campus is designed to promote productivity, creativity, comfort,” he said.

There was a philosophy behind everything. All employees have offices, because studies show that workers in open floor plans get interrupted frequently. Stairs promote socialization, but buildings can’t be more than three stories, because workers are reluctant to climb more than a flight or two. Every conference room must have windows so that visitors don’t feel hemmed in during days and days of training.

The overriding mission, Mr. Dickmann said, was to ensure the safety of patients at facilities that use Epic software. If health care programmers make mistakes, he said, “bad things can happen.”

Epic’s coders often leave campus to embed in operating and recovery rooms, where they watch nurses ripping the tops off blood bags and surgeons opening up people’s chest cavities. It’s an experience that young engineers are unlikely to get at, say, Facebook or Snap, working on algorithms that tailor ads to demographic groups or insert rainbow vomit into photographs.

Programmers regularly faint at the sight of beating hearts, scalpels and bodily fluids. “There were people that would pass out in the hallway” of hospitals, said Aaron Webb, who worked at Epic for 10 years as a software developer. He watched “hundreds” of surgeries, often with his team in tow, before moving to Seattle, where he now works for a business that matches companies with storage space. “But if you can’t understand what your users are going through, you’re not going to design a good system.”

Epic works its more than 5,000 programmers hard. Middle-of-the-night technical crises, stress-related illness and employees weeping from exhaustion in airport lounges are not uncommon, say former employees. Long hours are expected. One piece of company lore has it that during a construction project, Ms. Faulkner questioned a plan to install motion-activated light switches, noting that employees might be sitting still at their desks for such long stretches that they’d frequently find themselves in the dark. (The sensors were installed, and she was proved correct.)

“The volume of work at Epic, regardless of what role you’re in, is very high,” said Jacob Lewis, who was a technical writer at Epic before he left in 2014. He later sued the company over unpaid overtime. His case, a class-action suit that hinged on the obligation to sign an employee agreement that forced workers into arbitration, rather than litigation, was combined with similar cases and was heard by the Supreme Court last year. The workers lost.

This combination of chaotic, stressful client visits and isolating, mundane office work might explain the company’s Disney dimension. Epic is a place where wedding music plays on a campuswide public-announcement system when new clients are signed. Dry-cleaning services are found at the “New York Sock Exchange.” Employees can hurtle down an “Alice in Wonderland” slide into a room with miniature furniture. They are encouraged to visit a conference room encased by waterfalls and a shark pond when in need of inspiration. (The shark is fake.) Internal awards for outstanding work are named after Jack Bauer and MacGyver.

The benefits of disattention

A few hours after my sit-down with Mr. Dickmann, I was granted an audience with Ms. Faulkner herself. We met in her personal conference room, a place of warm earth tones, steaming hot tea and personal memorabilia, including a copy of the prayer “Desiderata” with faux-burned margins mounted on a wall. “I think we save many, many, many lives a year,” she told me.

Ms. Faulkner, who bears the same shy, distracted demeanor as Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg, was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and a crocheted cardigan. She is soft-spoken and literal in conversation. But once a year, at her annual client meeting, she dresses up as the Mad Hatter or a wizard and gives an inspirational talk to an audience of thousands. This year, the theme was camp: She dressed up as a park ranger and told a story about catching frogs with her bare hands on a hiking trip and  eating them for dinner.

Born in 1943, Ms. Faulkner said she taught herself to code in a week, using a Fortran textbook, during her undergraduate years at Dickinson College. As a graduate student in computer science at the University of Wisconsin, she conceived a prototype for Epic while sitting in her living room one day in the mid-1970s.

“The sun was shining, I was disattentive, I was just sitting there and suddenly it all came to me: Here’s how you build it,” she said. “And I remember running into the kitchen, grabbing a pad of paper and just writing code, code, code, code,” she said. While she went on to teach computer science for a period, she kept coming back to the idea, and in 1979, in a Madison basement, she founded what would become Epic: a start-up called Human Services Computing. Today, some of Epic’s foundational programming still bears Ms. Faulkner’s initials.

Ms. Faulkner is now 75, and over the last four years, the company she built has grown an average of 14 percent a year, according to revenue figures it shared with The Times. She has instructed her heirs (she has three children) and stock-holding employees, who together constitute a majority of the company’s equity holders, that they must always vote their shares in favor of keeping Epic private. They must also ensure that Epic is run by an executive who already works for the company, and that that person is a software developer.

That decision-making may not occur for a while. It’s “more likely that I’d die than that I’d retire,” she said.

We talked about her “10 commandments” and other principles for doing business, which are hung in most public spaces around campus and discussed in detail at the monthly staff meetings. Ms. Faulkner said that staying private ensures the company can make decisions without public shareholder pressure — such as forgoing  revenue when a client’s facilities are damaged by severe weather and it can’t afford to pay software maintenance fees for a time. Avoiding both debt and budgets is another Faulkner goal. But she leaves the enforcement of these principles to lieutenants, preferring to focus on software and customer relations.

“I look at our financial information maybe for a minute a month,” she said.

One criticism that has dogged Epic is that its software sometimes won’t connect with that of competitors, meaning that patient information can’t move around as seamlessly as it should. The company has chipped away at the problem in recent years, but much remains to be done.

“The problem isn’t the lack of effort, it’s the lack of standards,” said Jim Turnbull, the chief information officer for the University of Utah system and a longtime Epic client. “Until the federal government and all the vendors recognize that we have too many standards, I just don’t think it’s going to be possible to completely interoperate,” he said, using the industry term for connectivity.

The day after meeting with Ms. Faulkner, I took a final tour of Epic with its head of media relations, Meghan Roh, who was hired in 2017 as the first person ever to occupy that position. We went down a slide connecting the ground floor of a building called Heaven, with a white interior, to a lower level with an elevator whose floors were marked Devil, Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub and Mephistopheles. (When you press a button, you hear audio of an imaginary demon saying, “Please come in. It’s nice and toasty in here.”)

Underground is also where you’ll find Epic’s auditorium. Built partly to preserve the sightlines on campus and minimize water and waste runoff, the gathering place hosts the Verona high school’s annual graduation ceremony as well as Epic’s monthly staff meetings, at which attendance is required. On the way in, employees are served popcorn and coffee, an homage to an earlier point when the company used movie theaters for large meetings, and shown a reel of pictures of recent staff weddings, newborn babies and beloved pets. Then they hear presentations on new products and priorities, matters of company philosophy, and new “armies” being formed for employees to brainstorm software-based solutions to epidemics like the opioid crisis and maternal morbidity.

Workers who fully commit to Epic — who survive the long hours and grisly sights — are treated to a remarkable perk. After five years, they get a sabbatical, including round-trip airfare for two to travel somewhere they’ve never been for a month, plus a per diem for meals and lodging. (They get another sabbatical after 10 years, 15, and so on.)

Epic is constantly scanning the undergraduate ranks for new hires. Rather than sticking to engineer incubator schools like M.I.T. or Stanford, it scouts institutions like Carleton College in Minnesota and Clemson University in South Carolina. Candidates take online tests to gauge their problem-solving skills and, if they pass muster, are whisked to Madison for an on-campus interview and tour of the area.

Once on board, employees take a multiweek training course that includes basic business etiquette as well as Epic-specific skill building. Officials preach a flat structure in which it’s never O.K. to turn down colleagues for help. They also teach a tactic called “badgering” — remember, it’s Wisconsin — or the art of being persistent but not maddening.

Epic’s broad recruiting strategy and perks help draw people in, but over time, it’s the cultures of both Wisconsin and Epic that help keep people there.

“The only reason I left Epic was so that my family could move out West,” said Mr. Webb, the former Epic programmer. “Every day was different. And it was fun. And just being able to go see the impact you were having, that was really, really cool.”

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The planet residents is improving at an growing charge, the arable land is cutting down, additionally, the negative effects of herbicides and bug sprays go on to lead to distressing problems to individuals along with the atmosphere. Biotechnologist shows that Genetically Modified Ingredients (GMOs) is effective in reducing food basic safety problem and minimize the results of agricultural compounds. The idea will not be made welcome warmly as being the opposers refute buy an essay that concept. Europe has been around in the frontline of during the combat with GMO with banning the importation of GMO services. Nevertheless, United States is a bit more easygoing, and lots of GMO items are released like corn, tomatoes, soya legumes, and apples to mention but a couple. GMO are produced throughout manipulation of this hereditary cosmetics of any organism by installation of genes which confer it to receive first-class traits. The gene is usually from the exact same or numerous group. Like, a gene from Bacillus thuringiensis (Bt) that makes delta-endotoxin will be put in flowers to prevent them from pests. Consequently, this tends to impede the employment of pesticide sprays for the reason that flowers will pest immune. The GMOs vegetation will raise in production, supplying great eating routine healthy foods that can restrain foods basic safety in developing countries. Much more, the arable acquire will maintain because they crops could have a lesser amount of strain in the territory. On the flip side, the opposers of GMO argues anytime these flowers go across-pollinate with unwanted weeds, they will certainly result in the progress of tremendous-unwanted weeds along with tremendous-pesky insects which will be herbicides and pesticide sprays opposition correspondingly. The opposers of GMO states in america that gene manipulation can result in the production of new essential protein different to novel health proteins in microorganisms ultimately causing allergic attacks in people.

Subsequently, it is essential to establish genetically modified nutrition. Among the list of steps and this can be put to use in enzyme-connected immunosorbent assay (ELISA), in spite of this, it is not efficient with the remarkably highly processed cuisine given that the healthy proteins, are actually wiped out. Conversely, polymerase sequence result is desired for its opportunity to determine the DNA sequence including GM genes. Even during tremendously processed meals DNA is profoundly resistant, and it is damaged when compared to healthy proteins. PCR amplifies traces of DNA to thousands of duplicates making use of DNA fragments and specific DNA primers. The intention of this experiment is to always examine for the presence of the hereditary customized gene is DNA of GMO and no-GMO herbs. The DNA is going to be obtained from foods systems, amplified by PCR then the merchandise will be filled to gel electrophoresis and after that they will be visualized utilising in uv (Ultraviolet) brightness.

The PCR machines are driven employing agarose gel electrophoresis. Agarose gel electrophoresis divides linear DNA fragments that contain unfavourable prices on such basis as their specifications. Under a described electrical present-day electrical capability is proven along with the badly billed DNA molecules at fairly neutral pH moves with the great pole. The linear DNA substances migrate using the pores in your gel; and so tiny substances proceed more rapidly, and big molecules lag associated with. Therefore, the DNA molecules are split up by sizing. A molecular unwanted weight ruler is packed in your gel to behave as the benchmark for discovering the dimensions of PCR products and services. Monitoring dyes can be used for discovering migrating DNA molecules for the duration of gel electrophoresis. Fluorescent coloring combined with gel throwing barrier and electrophoresis managing barrier are utilized to picture DNA substances with Uv ray brightness.

Two bare 1.5ml change-major microfuges ended up being obtained and another branded non-GMO and also other exam.2 sterile and clean pellet pestles are also acquired. The microfuges and pestle are kept clean and sterile. 2. ml screw -caped microcentrifuge pipes including chelex resin ended up being found, and was labeled low-GMO and the other assessment, and then they were kept on the ice. No-GMO barley was weighed and place inside the 1.5ml microcentrifuge tubing tagged low-GMO. 10µl of sterile fluids was added in for almost every milligram of barley grain. The no-GMO samples were definitely kept on the ice-cubes even while GMO free samples are being organized. The GMO and low-GMO trial samples happen to be then ground working with a sterile pellet pestle connected to a electric motor for 3 minutes or so up to the point they created a homogenate. 50 µl for the homogenate was pipetted to produce a attach-limit microcentrifuge hose containing 500 µl of chelex resin working with a P-1000 micropipette. New advice were used for every single pipe. The trial samples from micropipette were eradicated and allowed to altogether selection with chelex resin by pipetting down and up the homogenate. The trial samples have been vortex and next placed in a floating rack and after that it had been positioned in a boiling hot fluids shower for 5 moments. The trial samples ended up vortex all over again and thereafter permitted to fantastic in ice and after that they have been centrifuged for 5 a few minutes for a performance of 13,500 rpm. The tubes were actually then positioned on ice-cubes to be utilized for PCR result stand mixer.

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Hereditary Customized Food items Clinical State

Hereditary altered Genetic revised food items are current enhancing out there even though huge controversies within the homework organisations. Aided by the introduction of hereditary foods vegetation, several honest concerns have increased with some international locations 100 % suspending them. Each one delivers merits for products and demerits relating to the opposite side. It actually is, thus, essential to get yourself a dependable tactic finding the presence of hereditary genes in DNA pattern of food stuff. In such a try things out, the DNA was taken from barley that had been non-GMO, and corn nick was GMO favorable. The DNA concentrated amounts ended up being amplified applying certain primers while in the PCR side effects. As a final point, the outcomes are witnessed by means of running the PCR systems in gel electrophoresis and visualizing different bands produced. It was actually concluded, that the GM corn nick covered GMO DNA pattern as well as the barley failed to feature GMO genes.

Advent

The planet residents is improving at an growing charge, the arable land is cutting down, additionally, the negative effects of herbicides and bug sprays go on to lead to distressing problems to individuals along with the atmosphere. Biotechnologist shows that Genetically Modified Ingredients (GMOs) is effective in reducing food basic safety problem and minimize the results of agricultural compounds. The idea will not be made welcome warmly as being the opposers refute buy an essay that concept. Europe has been around in the frontline of during the combat with GMO with banning the importation of GMO services. Nevertheless, United States is a bit more easygoing, and lots of GMO items are released like corn, tomatoes, soya legumes, and apples to mention but a couple. GMO are produced throughout manipulation of this hereditary cosmetics of any organism by installation of genes which confer it to receive first-class traits. The gene is usually from the exact same or numerous group. Like, a gene from Bacillus thuringiensis (Bt) that makes delta-endotoxin will be put in flowers to prevent them from pests. Consequently, this tends to impede the employment of pesticide sprays for the reason that flowers will pest immune. The GMOs vegetation will raise in production, supplying great eating routine healthy foods that can restrain foods basic safety in developing countries. Much more, the arable acquire will maintain because they crops could have a lesser amount of strain in the territory. On the flip side, the opposers of GMO argues anytime these flowers go across-pollinate with unwanted weeds, they will certainly result in the progress of tremendous-unwanted weeds along with tremendous-pesky insects which will be herbicides and pesticide sprays opposition correspondingly. The opposers of GMO states in america that gene manipulation can result in the production of new essential protein different to novel health proteins in microorganisms ultimately causing allergic attacks in people.

Subsequently, it is essential to establish genetically modified nutrition. Among the list of steps and this can be put to use in enzyme-connected immunosorbent assay (ELISA), in spite of this, it is not efficient with the remarkably highly processed cuisine given that the healthy proteins, are actually wiped out. Conversely, polymerase sequence result is desired for its opportunity to determine the DNA sequence including GM genes. Even during tremendously processed meals DNA is profoundly resistant, and it is damaged when compared to healthy proteins. PCR amplifies traces of DNA to thousands of duplicates making use of DNA fragments and specific DNA primers. The intention of this experiment is to always examine for the presence of the hereditary customized gene is DNA of GMO and no-GMO herbs. The DNA is going to be obtained from foods systems, amplified by PCR then the merchandise will be filled to gel electrophoresis and after that they will be visualized utilising in uv (Ultraviolet) brightness.

The PCR machines are driven employing agarose gel electrophoresis. Agarose gel electrophoresis divides linear DNA fragments that contain unfavourable prices on such basis as their specifications. Under a described electrical present-day electrical capability is proven along with the badly billed DNA molecules at fairly neutral pH moves with the great pole. The linear DNA substances migrate using the pores in your gel; and so tiny substances proceed more rapidly, and big molecules lag associated with. Therefore, the DNA molecules are split up by sizing. A molecular unwanted weight ruler is packed in your gel to behave as the benchmark for discovering the dimensions of PCR products and services. Monitoring dyes can be used for discovering migrating DNA molecules for the duration of gel electrophoresis. Fluorescent coloring combined with gel throwing barrier and electrophoresis managing barrier are utilized to picture DNA substances with Uv ray brightness.

Two bare 1.5ml change-major microfuges ended up being obtained and another branded non-GMO and also other exam.2 sterile and clean pellet pestles are also acquired. The microfuges and pestle are kept clean and sterile. 2. ml screw -caped microcentrifuge pipes including chelex resin ended up being found, and was labeled low-GMO and the other assessment, and then they were kept on the ice. No-GMO barley was weighed and place inside the 1.5ml microcentrifuge tubing tagged low-GMO. 10µl of sterile fluids was added in for almost every milligram of barley grain. The no-GMO samples were definitely kept on the ice-cubes even while GMO free samples are being organized. The GMO and low-GMO trial samples happen to be then ground working with a sterile pellet pestle connected to a electric motor for 3 minutes or so up to the point they created a homogenate. 50 µl for the homogenate was pipetted to produce a attach-limit microcentrifuge hose containing 500 µl of chelex resin working with a P-1000 micropipette. New advice were used for every single pipe. The trial samples from micropipette were eradicated and allowed to altogether selection with chelex resin by pipetting down and up the homogenate. The trial samples have been vortex and next placed in a floating rack and after that it had been positioned in a boiling hot fluids shower for 5 moments. The trial samples ended up vortex all over again and thereafter permitted to fantastic in ice and after that they have been centrifuged for 5 a few minutes for a performance of 13,500 rpm. The tubes were actually then positioned on ice-cubes to be utilized for PCR result stand mixer.

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You should prepare yourself with the right information to have your car troubles start. Read on and learn what you are able to do the next time your car needs a repair.

Know what your costs will be before handing your keys over to the mechanic. Ask any questions you have about the service before they start work on the car. You don’t want to be surprised with a higher charge than you were expecting.

TIP! Ask the tech if they’ve done work on your model and make of car before. If they have experience with your type of car, they are more likely able to correctly diagnose and fix the problems your vehicle is having.

Look for online body shop’s reviews for any business you’re thinking of patronizing. This can give you a good indication of how the general public views their experience. You can find a place you’ll feel comfortable enough with to fix your car.

To prevent your car from getting rusty, wash it consistently. Every car is going to rust in the future, but this can be delayed if you just get all of the chemicals and salt off your car when you can. Use a decent wax for protecting paint jobs as much as you can.

TIP! A good referral makes it much easier to locate a trustworthy mechanic. Ask friends, family or co-workers for recommendations.

Be aware of a mechanic who makes unneeded repairs to the car. A reputable mechanic will never perform work without getting your full approval. Don’t go back to mechanics that do unnecessary repairs.

You car records need to be kept on hand. It’s wise to keep them in your glove compartment in case you need to go to a auto repair shop on the fly. Professional mechanics will ask to review the records. Good documentation can help diagnose problems a lot faster.

TIP! If you’re headlights are giving off dull light, they may just be dirty. Sometimes there is grease and/or dirt on it, and it reduces the brightness of the light.

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TIP! Replace your light bulbs on your own. You can do this easily on some vehicles, and you’ll find it costs you less than having a company help you.

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Find out about all costs before hiring a mechanic. A few shops hide their rates, so make sure to read the fine print and ask questions whenever necessary. You need to know how you’re billed for the repairs. A lot of places will give you an estimate of how long this will take that they were given by various manufacturers. Minor repairs can be considered jobs that require a full day of work to some manufacturers.

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The weight of a big key chain. If the key starts to stick, you need the tumblers replaced.

Be sure that you make a note of your oil change schedule. Look at your car’s manual to see when the manufacturer recommends oil changes. When you skip an oil change, your car’s life is shortened.

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TIP! Bleed your brakes before taking your car out on a test drive after servicing has been done. After bleeding your breaks, make sure that you pump your brake fluid.

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Take multiple pictures of your car before taking it to the shop to get repaired.Some unethical shops might strip your car to justify billing you for more repairs. You need to be able to document what the original damages done to your vehicle looks like in case your mechanic fails to fix them or makes things worse.

Dealer mechanics are costly, but often the right way to go. The dealer’s technicians specialize in the model and make of your car. They are trained to quickly diagnose problems commonly found in the type of car you own. They are trained frequently, too.

TIP! Keep an accordion file in the car to keep receipts. With that type of file, you can organize your files by time or specific types of repairs.

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You should never put water in your windshield washer compartment. While water may clean your windshield, that compartment is designed for a specific fluid. Check the compartment regularly to see if it needs to be refilled. Just make sure you are using specific windshield washer fluid instead of water.

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