#she had her appendix out when she was nine

[alexblakeisgay]

Between the Blues and the Pinks (Ch. 5)

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: The Baby Blues: The temporary feelings of sadness following having a baby. Also known as Postpartum Depression. The Baby Pinks: The mild mania experienced following having a baby. Also known as Postpartum Euphoria.

Warnings: Mental health issues, postpartum mood disorders.

Word Count: 1134

Five Months Later

"So..." Emily said by way of initiating conversation. She glanced over at Alex where she sat in the passenger seat, leaning her head against the window. "Was it a good pre-baby 'babymoon'?"

"I hate that word..." she muttered. A beat. "But yes, it was wonderful." She lifted her head from the window to offer Emily a smile. "Thank you."

Returning the smile, she asked, "For what?"

Alex shrugged. "For everything. This trip. Not losing your patience with me the last nine months."

"You haven't been that bad," she tried to reassure.

Alex just gave her a pointed look that clearly read of disbelief. "I've been completely intolerable. Even I'm sick of me."

"Maybe just a little..."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a liar. But I love you."

Emily just shook her head, glanced at Alex, then back to the road. "Are you alright? You seem a little unwell."

"I'm a little queasy," she admitted. "But I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?" She once again examined Alex, this time with more concern. "I can pull over and..."

She shook her head. "It's fine."

'Fine', though, only lasted fifteen minutes...at which point, Alex demanded that Emily pull the car over. She had barely pulled to a stop before Alex was flinging the door open and vomiting at the side of the road.

Emily was quickly at her side, holding her hair back and murmuring reassurances. Internally, she was doing her best not to freak out, especially considering the fact that they were currently in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania and who the fuck knew how far from the nearest hospital...

When Alex finished vomiting, she shakily got to her feet, but failed to fully stand before her face paled. Emily, fearing she was about to faint, reached out a steadying hand. "Maybe you should sit before you..."

"My water broke," Alex interrupted.

"Are... Are you sure?" she stammered. That question earned her a glare. She held up her hands in apology. "Sorry, stupid question." She rubbed her hands together nervously, doing her best to quickly formulate a plan. "Okay, we'll turn the car around and hope like hell that the nearest hospital arrives before Baby does."

Alex didn't seem all that convinced, but when she opened her mouth to say as much, she instead choked on a gasp, the noise turning into a pained groan. She wanted to say she wasn't sure they'd have that time, but there was really no other option. She nodded, exhaled shakily, then attempted a smile.

As if reading her mind, Emily returned the smile. "Hey," she said gently, "It's going to be okay. We're going to have a baby today."

Alex nodded, that attempt at a smile still there. "We're having our baby," she echoed.

________

The sign at the side of the road they were currently speeding down declared the nearest town to be still over a hundred miles away. Emily frowned, did some mental math. "Okay," she announced, "At this speed..."

Finishing the sentence for her, Alex said, "At this speed, we're out of time."

"Out of time?" Emily repeated, glancing over at her with concern. "Already? Are you sure?"

She whimpered, nodded. "You have to pull over and deliver the baby..."

Emily winced. "Oh, I don't know about that – I mean, are you really sure you want me to..." She trailed off, tongue flicking out over her lip nervously. "I mean, do you remember me retching that time I had to change the dressing on your appendix scar?"

"We don't have a choice!" Alex insisted, begged, "Stop the car!" She was struggling against the confines of the seatbelt, writhing in pain.

Obeying, she pulled over, put on the hazards, and got out of the car to rummage for a first aid kit in the trunk. By the time she returned to Alex's side, she'd manoeuvred herself onto her knees on the passenger seat, bracing herself against the headrest. "Okay, umm..." Emily said slowly, "Are you...pushing?"

Gritting her teeth, Alex nodded, groaned. "You're going to have to catch her..."

Emily would very much have liked to protest that she couldn't possibly do that, but she swallowed down her refusals and prepared to catch their daughter as she entered the world.

________

Alex pushed for twenty minutes before the squirming squalling little being that was their daughter slipped from her body into Emily's hands. Emily, having learned a great deal about emergency delivery from Reid, immediately cleared the baby's mouth and nose and was rewarded with an angry wail from her daughter. "You hear that?" she asked, looking up at Alex with wonder in her eyes. "She's happy to be here..."

Alex let out a shaky laugh, lowering herself back into the seat. Emily passed her the baby, wrapped securely in the emergency blanket. Staring down into the baby's eyes, she whispered, "Happy Birthday." She brought the baby up to her chest, letting her root around, eager to suckle. "Happy Birthday, little girl."

"What's Little Girl's name?" Emily asked, helping Alex position the baby at her breast. Ever since they'd received the good news about their baby's health – and Alex had finally allowed herself to get attached – they'd spent hours scouring websites and name books...but instead of eliminating potential names, they only ever accumulated more.

They'd reluctantly whittled the list down to twenty, but neither could pick a favourite amongst them. The plan had been to await her arrival and decide which one best suited her.

Alex hummed a note as she watched the baby suckle, tenderly stroking her fine brown hair. "I think she's an Adalinde," she declared.

Emily cocked her head in thought. "That wasn't on the list..."

"I know," she agreed, "But she just looks like a Lindy to me."

Humming softly in thought as well, she eventually murmured, "I agree." She added, "Lindy Evangeline Miller, I think." Smiling brilliantly at the two most important people in her life, Emily spent several moments in awe before she remembered they weren't quite out of the woods yet. "I'm getting a little concerned about your placenta..." she said, "Reid said if it's not delivered after half an hour, you may need surgery..."

Alex didn't seem to have heard, though, focused as she was on the baby. Her hands were starting to tremble, though, and her face growing pale. "Em-Emily, I... I don't feel very well..."

"Alex?" Emily said, concerned. She reached to take the baby, fearing she might drop her, the way her hands shook. "Alex, you look like you're about to faint..."

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #alex blake #fanfiction #mine #alex blake/emily prentiss

[shions-new-blog-of-stuff]

“Injury Prompts, #9″

CW for mention of injury, blood and death @squashfics @lottathoughts @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess @kennedyssmile @jaelynndreamyyy This was a request in my inbox, I absolutely loved it and was already thinking of adding something like this in my current fic. BIG THANK YOU. Timeline: The plagas incident/Ashley’s rescue mission in 4. Featuring: Leon and my OC Catherine. (SORRY IF SHORT AND MESSY) Catherine's eyes opened, no longer feeling the pain of showing signs of plagas infection. She blinked, realizing Leon had carried her back a few rooms, to the one full of junk and an old couch. Leon was busy with tending to her wounds, using the first aid kit she had found a while before to change her bandages on her leg. She noticed he was taking great care not to pull her turtleneck or jeans too much, his expression full of worry--and sadness.

Her hand reached out to touch his shoulder, causing him to nearly fall backwards. His gaze turned to her face, and the slightest bit of relief began to show.

"Oh, thank god...You're awake," Leon said, helping her sit upright. "How you feeling?"

"Tired," Catherine replied, pushing her hair back. "(sigh) I'm sorry Leon. I shouldn't have let them get me."

"Hey...no. You weren't prepared for this."

Leon pulled a small tube of cream out from the kit, along with a cotton swab, and some bandages to cover the wounds on Catherine's arm.

She raised her hand. "No...those are fine. Relax, it doesn't hurt that mu- Ow!"

Too late--Leon was already carefully applying the cream to the marks on her arm--from when he grabbed her in the midst of the plaga briefly taking control of his mind.

"You have cuts on your side. Are you okay with lifting your shirt up?"

Catherine nodded and raised the right side of the turtleneck, enough to show the thin cuts gained from contact with broken glass.

It was then  Leon noticed it--part of a faded mark on her lower right abdomen, the rest hidden by her jeans, clearly a scar, which resembled tally marks. "...Cath, is that...?"

Catherine nodded again, pulling the top of her jeans low enough to reveal the whole mark. "Yeah. Appendix. On my 16th birthday no less..."

"Uh...sorry...you don't have to--"

Holy hell, is Leon's face turning red?

"For my birthday, my grandpa took me to a big casino that also had a theater for concerts just down the road."

Leon raised an eyebrow.

Catherine waved her hands. "No, I wasn't allowed anywhere near the slots and card tables. The casino had an amazing Japanese restaurant, and grandpa had gotten not only a reservation there, but also tickets to see Nine Inch Nails live."

"I see..."

"Halfway through the performance...my stomach started to hurt, really badly, and feeling a LOT of nausea. We were going to eat at the restaurant afterwards, but...next thing you know, I'm surrounded by paramedics and grandpa is holding my hand, as the ambulance rushes us to the ER. I get scanned and, well, somehow my appendix was gonna burst. I had been just fine since that morning, to this day I don't know what caused it exactly..."

Leon looked away for a second, reaching for a clean swab and the cream. Looking back, he saw Catherine...smiling? There seemed to be a little sparkle in her grey eyes.

"The surgeons, the nurses, all the staff that saw me...they took such great care of me. And I remember lying there in the bed, grandpa sleeping on the cot next to me, and that's when I decided. I'm going to study hard, and hopefully...I'll work in a hospital and help others."

Leon finished patching Catherine up, helping her stand, surprised once again at her suddenly hugging him.

He gave her a light pat on the back. "I'll get us all home. Count on it."

#leon kennedy x oc

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Moira Confronts Aaron.

Mackron fanfic.

"Your brother must have nine lives" said the surgeon when Moira went to the hospital to see her brother.

"I would have come yesterday but I wasn't told about Mackenzie until today" said Moira as the surgeon explained everything to her.

"Well he's stable now but his wound where the spike went in was infected and he had peritonitis from a burst appendix" said the surgeon. "It was touch and go and if those two young men hadn't found him when they did he would have died"

"Will he make a good recovery?" Moira asked.

"He's on antibiotics for the sepsis and we think we got that in time. Like I said he's lucky to be alive" said the surgeon "All we can do is wait to see if the antibiotics work"

Moira went in to see her brother who was sleeping.

"Mack I nearly lost you again" said a tearful Moira giving her brother a kiss on his brow.

Moira stayed for a while and decided to leave and come back later when maybe Mack would be awake.

Moira made her way to the pub. "How dare you not tell me about my brother til now" yelled Moira at Aaron who was filling the glass washer up. "If Sunni and Nicky hadn't found him yesterday he would have died"

"What from alcoholic poisoning?" Aaron sneered.

"No. From an infected wound that you caused and sepsis and a burst appendix" said Moira breaking down.

"You should be ashamed of yourself Aaron" said Mary who was bringing a meal out "You've been telling all and sundry that he was drinking himself to death when the truth was he was seriously ill. Come and sit down Moira"

"How was I to know?" said Aaron "I'm not a doctor"

"The least you could have done was to go and visit him" said Mary "He's still your husband after all"

"Moira I'm so sorry" said Chas "I wasn't up to visiting him"

"I'm not blaming you Chas but Aaron has caused all this" said Moira "And maybe he'll be sent down for trying to kill Meena and my brother can start to pick up the pieces of his life without Aaron"

"All the charges have been dropped" said Aaron "P.C Swirling came round last night to tell me"

"Luck for you" said Moira sarcastically "My wee brother hasn't got off so lightly. I'm hoping he will report you for GBH"

"For your information it was Mack that got me off the charge" said Aaron.

"How come?" said Chas.

"He went to see Meena in prison and according to her she will drop the charges if Mack marries her" said Aaron.

"Well he's got to divorce you first" said Chas. "And we all know what a liar she is"

"All I know is Mack still has feelings for her" said Aaron "That's who we were fighting over when I pushed him and he fell on the spike. He said she was the love of his life"

"You know what a romancer he is Aaron" said Moira. "God forbid she's got her claws into him again"

"They've been texting each other for months apparantly" said Aaron. "And she said she wants to have his baby"

"That's ridiculous" said Bear "How can he get her pregnant while she's in prison"

"Well if they get married they are allowed a night together" said Aaron.

"Well if he's on form he'll get her pregnant straight away" said Caleb "It's happened before"

"Yes I've heard how virile he is" smirked Ruby. "This village is quickly turning into a little Scottish Colony"

"Just watch your tongue before I forget you're a woman" said Aaron

"Well there's always the turkey baster if they don't want to wait for him to divorce you" said Ruby.

"I've warned you" yelled Aaron lunging at Ruby and being held back by Bear and Cain.

"I don't think Macks ever cooked a turkey has he?" said Gail "Let alone owns a turkey baster and I really can't see them letting him cook a turkey in prison"

"He won't be cooking a turkey you daft bint" said Aaron.

"Well why would he even want a turkey baster" said a puzzled Gail.

14.3.24.

#mackenzie boyd #aaron dingle #lawrence robb #moira dingle #ruby fox milligan #gail loman #chas dingle #emmerdale #mackron fanfic

[college-girl199328]

As many Canadians struggle to find a family doctor — or even a walk-in clinic — pharmacists in some provinces are stepping up to dispense remedies for minor ailments without a doctor.

Ontario is the latest province to empower pharmacists to prescribe for medical issues such as urinary tract infections, shingles and eczema. Pharmacists in Ontario were granted in January of this year.

Most other provinces have granted similar rights to pharmacists over the last five years. However, Alberta pharmacists have been able to prescribe since 2006 and have the most comprehensive authority of any province or territory in Canada. Pharmacists in Alberta can prescribe almost any medication except test cases for the rest of the country.

Medi-Drugs Mill Creek Pharmacy in Edmonton resembles a doctor's office more than a drugstore, with its waiting room and examination room filled with diagnostic equipment.

Dylan Moulton has been a prescribing pharmacist at the store since 2019. He estimates he's renewed or modified doctor's prescriptions for 90 percent or more of his patients. But beyond modifying, where he may adjust dosing or find an equivalent replacement drug for one that's not available, he also writes new prescriptions after assessing patient illnesses.

"There are huge issues in Alberta accessing physician care," he told White Coat, Black Art host Dr. Brian Goldman. "It's just an overwhelmed system right now."

Moulton estimates that he's written "initial access prescriptions" — which pharmacists there can write without consulting a doctor first — for about 15 to 20 percent of his patients.

But not all pharmacists in Alberta are permitted to write those initial access prescriptions. Before being allowed to do so, they must be granted additional prescribing authorization, which is only given after practising for at least a year. A pharmacist must then submit a formal application to demonstrate competence, which is peer-reviewed and evaluated.

"I can prescribe any [non-narcotic] product that I want to prescribe and importantly that I feel competent prescribing," Moulton said. He acknowledges that there are limitations to his ability to diagnose. One patient, Kelly Carter, said she came in with what she thought was a urinary tract infection. Moulton sent her for urinalysis, prescribed antibiotics, telling her to follow up in several days with a Telehealth doctor.

"But I went to urgent care," Carter told Goldman. It turned out that Carter had a ruptured appendix. She spent nine days in the hospital after surgery.

Moulton said Carter's case highlights some when sending patients for further diagnostic tests. "And that's where we lose the capacity because we can't order those things. And, we're not necessarily trained to assess them either. So that's usually a situation where I would have referred [to a doctor]," Moulton said of Carter's case.

Some doctors in Ontario have expressed concern that pharmacists don't have the necessary skills to diagnose potentially dangerous conditions. Another pharmacist has argued that their time would be better spent relieving doctors of managing chronic rather than being primary caregivers treating acute medical conditions for which they aren't trained.

Nese Yuksel, one of the first pharmacists in Alberta to be granted permission to prescribe, understands physicians' concerns. "We wouldn't say a medical diagnosis, but we do all the assessment to provide some approach, some conclusion, to be able to make some decisions about what to do," she said.

So far, about 60 percent of practising pharmacists in Alberta have been granted additional prescribing authorization roles for some of those maybe non-complex patients, and pharmacists do this."

A recent survey by the MAP Centre for Urban Health Solutions suggested that some 6.5 million Canadians don't have access to primary care with either a doctor or nurse practitioner.

Yuksel said Alberta's experience demonstrates that pharmacists can fill an urgent need. "I know a lot of patients don't have physicians, so if they can see someone to even ask their questions, then why not ask the pharmacist who could potentially refer on and maybe make sure that they get that help," she said.

"Otherwise, they may not ever ask those questions, may deal with a symptom and just leave it." Kelly Carter said she has no regrets about seeing her pharmacist as a primary care provider. "I was desperate because I didn't have a doctor to go to sit for hours and hours in pain [in an emergency waiting room]."

[ohtumbly]

Reading Madeline in 2023

Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans

You can watch this if you want:

https://youtu.be/HHuQlcO7hyI

WARNING: I had too much sugar when I was writing this

In an old house that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.

In two straight lines they broke their bread,

MY BREAD

IT'S BROKEN

and brushed their teeth, and went to bed.

They smiled at the good

:)

and frowned at the bad

|:(

And sometimes they were very sad.

:(

They left the house at half past nine in two straight lines, in rain, or shine.

The smallest one was Madeline.

She was not afraid of mice...

she lived winter, snow and ice

To the tiger in the zoo, Madeline just said "Pooh-pooh"

(the tiger be like wtf)

And nobody know so well how to frighten Miss Clavel.

In the middle of the night, Miss Clavel turned on her light and said "Something is not right"

Little Madeline sat in bed, cried and cried her eyes were red.

And soon after Dr. Cohn came, he rushed out to the phone and he dialed: DANton-ten-six, "Nurse," he said, "it's an appendix!"

OH NO

(oh wait, I don't even know what's an appendix yet)

Everybody had to cry - not a single eye was dry. Madeline was in his arm, in a blanket safe and warm. In a car with a red light, they drove out into the night.

Madeline woke up two hours later, in a room with flowers.

Madeline soon ate and drank. On her bed there was a crank

(so what does it do?)

and a crack on the ceiling had the habit of something looking like a rabbit

(how did it happen)

Outside were birds, trees and sky - and so ten days passed quickly by.

One nice morning Miss Clavel said, "Isn't this a fine day to visit...

...Madeline."

"Visitors from Two to Four" read a sign outside her door.

Tiptoeing with solemn face, with some flowers and a vase, in they walked and they said "Ahhh" when they saw the toys and candy and the dollhouse from Papa.

But the biggest surprise by far - on her stomach was a scar!

"Good-bye" they said, "we'll come again" and the little girls left in the rain.

They went home and broke their bread,

NOT MY BREAD AGAIN

brushed their teeth and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Miss Clavel turned on her light and said "Something is not right"

And afraid of a disaster, Miss Clavel ran fast, and faster, and she said "Please children do tell me what is troubling you"

And all the little girls cried "Boohoo, we want to have our appendix out too!"

"Good night, little girls! Thank the lord you are well! And now go to sleep!" said Miss Clavel. And she turned out the light, and closed the door, and that's all there is, there isn't no more.

#i had too much sugar #my bread #they broke my bread

[brothertimothysblog]

Before Insurance.

            We know how it is with insurance.     Most of my life I have been without medical insurance.     When it got to the point that I couldn’t afford the 20% ,  I also couldn’t afford the premiums.    Most of my life I have had what I call  Assurance.   I have His assurance,    The assurance of our great Physician.

            All my life I have heard the argument asking “why does God allow sickness,   poverty,  killings,   Why does bad things happen to good people?

Why doesn’t God heal?     I have written in the first article how the insurance has paid out an average of 50,000.00 monthly for my wife the last 29 years.   This figures 17,400,000.00 ,    What if God was to heal all sickness.   No heart problems no cancer problems, no  kidney failure.   All these and many more health problems brings on death.   Death comes when sin has finished.  

Twenty nine years ago ,   my wife had a 26 lb tumor.   She actually had the tumor  thirty three years ago.    Her doctor removed her appendix and said after the removal it was healthy.   She had migraines for years.   

I have lost count on how many times she has been hospitalized.   Once it was for a period of 4 months.   The first article with a link showing her infection .

Let’s assume that  in one day all matter of sickness was gone.     No heart problems no cancer, no kidney failure,   No diabetes,   No flu, or pneumonia, or Covid19   All of those who were on dialysis,  or had cancer or heart failure and simply couldn’t work.    All of them would stop receiving social security disability,

they would need to find work.   Doctors wouldn’t need to practice  nurses wouldn’t need to work.   Consider what the unemployment rate is now.   We would be in a great depression  without the money stimulating the economy from the medical field.   If all related cost was paid with  two dollar bills, we would see the contribution from the sickness.     

Some fifteen hundred years ago.     In  Japan  the way it worked.    if you were well you paid the doctor.   When you were sick the doctor would pay  you.

If this was done now doctors would need to find other work.   With everything that is wrong with Lois,   She needs me a lot.   As I have mentioned in another article.    I have asked God to use me in an awesome way.    With trillions of dollars being spent in America .    God does know what is happening in our economy of  the world.    Here in America prices wasn’t as high till  insurance got started.   

I often get calls  trying to get me to buy  affordable medical insurance.      My reply is  as long as doctors and hospitals require a covid19 vaccination   I will not see a doctor.       We have had over 25,000  deaths after the vaccination or booster.      On the average 15,000 die monthly because the doctor miss diagnosed the problem and gave the wrong medication.   

The vaccination for covid 19 is like playing  Russian Roulette.     We get her disability check which is 1,155 ,   the average wage for a month in 1970.

Right now all I can do is sell my inspirational messages the postcards  for this is the will of God.   For each package of postcards sent  represents  sending the potential of blessings.   

Brother

Timothy  

[the-queen-of-the-light]

Lena’s been known to be a little stubborn sometimes—a lot stubborn, really—especially when sick. It’s a remnant of a Luthor upbringing, of course. She’s willing to admit that to herself now. Never slip up. Never lose decorum. Never show weakness.

‘Perfection, even in the face of a pitiful case of the sniffles, Lena. We’re Luthors. It’s what we do.’

Lena still remembers those words from Lillian. They always float up from the depths of her memory whenever the first signs of a cold start to linger about her. A constant reminder to just suck it up, which Lena does with almost dangerous efficiency. She rarely ever misses work. After all, if she can get back to work immediately after being kidnapped and shot at by her brother’s henchmen, why should she miss work for a simple, little cold? She’s fine.

Of course, her wife would argue that she shouldn’t be working in either situation. Which is probably why a sick, sniffly, and feverish Lena has found herself carried out of her office by Kara on more than one occasion for some superhero-enforced bed rest.

(Lena is pretty sure that Jess has Kara on speed dial for just such occasions, and if Lena weren’t so comfy—and maybe a little loopy—in Kara’s arms, she might actually find it in herself to be annoyed about it. … the narc)

#HC Advent Adventure #Day 15 #supergirl #supercorp #jess the assistant #if she weren't so competent and also literally the only reason lena survives the work day #she might actually contemplate firing her for being such a narc #instead she just gives her raise lol #for real tho lena has Been Through It #this poor kid #like in my mind the first time Lillian says that to her she's still just a baby #we're talking she's been with the luthor's maybe a couple weeks and she starts getting a cold #and i imagine this little tiny bean all sniffly and coughing and looking up at this tall austere woman #bravely reaching out to tug at her skirt and whisper up at her that she doesn't feel very good #and lillian just gets this disgusted scowl and brushes her hand away #and essentially turning away any affection or aid with the proper elitist equivalent of 'suck it up buttercup' #she just sends her off to the house staff to tend to #she had her appendix out when she was nine #the thing completely ruptured and she had to be hospitalized because lena was too afraid to say anything #and when she did lillian just told her dramatics were unbecoming of a luthor #so lena continued to go about her day until she collapsed in the middle of the hallway at her private school in metropolis #so she is still very much in that 'put on a smile and continue with the show' mentality #even when she feels so ill she might collapse #but Kara (and the rest of the gang really) are having none of that #Jess's speed dial goes 1) Kara 2) Alex 3) Kelly and they're all lined up to take a stubborn and grumpy luthor home for some gd rest #let the baby take a nap and feel better pls #kara would be such a loving wife when lena is sick and make he soup and prep her a bath #and just let her sleep on her chest while she hummed quietly and stroked her hair #and really that's all lena needs to heal up nice and quick #also for the record my first mental image of kara carrying Lena out was with her slung fireman style over her shoulder while Lena grumped t

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Doctor Y/n - Residency - 6 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

"Wilson, you're off peds, go to the ER. Robbins, you'll be taking over this case with S/n, whilst Karev is suspended from surgery for three days." Chief Hunt instructed, leaving Jo to pass you the patient's chart before heading down to the ER.

"S/n, can you occupy yourself whilst I go to a meeting?" Doctor Robbins turned and asked, leaving you to nod, passing her the chart and going to get a snack.

///

"Steph, you okay?" You asked as you sat down next to her, leaning against the wooden pallets as Jo appeared with two coffee cups.

"Heard you got busted." Steph stated, directly to Jo who just groaned.

"I'm missing out on my education to keep me on a separate floor from Alex." Jo explained leaving you to sigh and sip from your water bottle.

"See, I want that rule. If I find myself alone in the same room as Jackson, I'm afraid I'm gonna nut-punch him. So every time he has a consult in the ER today, I'm taking a break." Steph explained, leaving Jo to admit she'd want to see Steph nut-punch Doctor Avery.

Steph was still talking whilst you fixated on the box near Steph's feet.

"Steph, don't move."

"What?" Steph retorted but you had already gotten up and opened the box.

"Page Robbins. Hey little one, let's get you inside." You hummed, carefully picking up the box as Jo and Steph realised what was happening.

"Oh my god!"

"It was right outside." "By the dumpsters." "He's warm but his pulse is weak and fast." Jo, Steph and you explained one by one as Doctor Robbins picked out the baby from the box.

"Hey little one, how are you? What are you like, eight, nine months? Oh, what do we have here? You've had some surgeries before, okay, S/n, let's get him up to the PICU." Doctor Robbins instructed, leaving Steph to go get a peds gurney.

"Page cardio and call the police." Doctor Robbins instructed Jo before turning to you, "get prints, any identifiable marks, find out if he was born here, seen here, we're going to find out who this little guy is-" Doctor Robbins was cut off as she cartwheeled over a gurney.

You and Jo exchanged terrified looks as you heard Steph apologising.

"I think you broke my leg." Doctor Robbins admitted, leaving Steph to gasp.

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

///

"But it's my dumpster baby." Jo exclaimed, frowning at Hunt.

"You're not on peds, S/n is and Edwards is going with her." Hunt reinforced, leaving Jo to sigh before heading back into the ER.

"Oh I have a surgery today, I lost Karev so do you want to join me and S/n?" Doctor Robbins enquired to Bailey, who grinned and agreed.

///

"Have you cuddled him?"

"No I have not." Doctor Yang admitted, leaving Arizona to smile.

"If I was left in a cardboard box, all I'd want is cuddling." She replied, pausing as she noticed you standing in the doorway.

"S/n, want to take the baby?" Doctor Robbins asked, smiling as you hesitantly walked forwards before taking the baby in your arms.

"Hi..." You mumbled, ignoring how much Doctor Robbins was smiling as Shane walked in.

"S/n and I have another patient, Ross, you want to take the baby?"

"Take the baby, Ross." Doctor Yang interjected as Shane began to refuse, leaving you to chuckle slightly before passing the baby into Shane's reluctant arms.

"Are you squeaking?"

"Long story." Doctor Robbins brushed off Doctor Yang's question as the two of you exited the patient room to attend to another peds case.

///

"Did you hear Grumpy, Hairball and Skully found a baby in the trash?" Doctor Yang began before Doctor Grey began to talk about the Emma that Owen was dating until he slept with Cristina again.

///

"Any idea where S/n is, she'll need to head down to the OR now and be aware that we're using the appendix instead of the intestine-" Doctor Robbins began before spotting you sat with the baby who was left in the box.

"Last thing we need is her imprinting..." Bailey remarked, about to walk in when the two heard what you were saying.

"You're lucky you're not going to remember being abandoned, not like me, I remember because I was ten... but that means they'll have to tell you when you're older... you're going to go to a loving home where they look after you and love you... you're not your trauma, little one." You whispered, smiling as the baby gripped your finger with his tiny fist.

Your face fell and you stood up as you spotted Doctors Robbins and Bailey watching.

"I-"

"You were ten?" Doctor Robbins asked, leaving you to sigh, running your hand over your face before deciding to tell the short version.

"When I was ten, my parents left me on the side of the road in mid-winter, promising they'd come back for me. The only thing that came for me was early hypothermia and the police. I was put in the foster system after that, aged out at 18 and met Joey. Please keep that to yourselves, I don't want to deal with more rumours about me circulating the hospital." You explained, folding your arms as you watched their faces.

"Do you want me to prep the patient?" You asked, nodding as Doctor Robbins nodded.

"You can go with Bailey, Doctor Grey might be there too. I have to give a statement to HR." Doctor Robbins instructed, leaving you to nod and walk with Doctor Bailey to the patient room.

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"Doctor Robbins says to start without her but she'll be here as soon as she can."

Doctor Bailey nodded as she scrubbed in, pausing as you walked in to scrub in too.

///

"That should be you down there." Steph pointed out, leaving Jo to sigh.

"Who cares? I'm doing an organ recovery, screw peds, I'll basically be on general, cardiothoraric, ortho, plastic and pulmonary in one surgery. Plus, Braces loves ortho more than peds." Jo stated before her pager began to go off.

"Oh, crap." Doctor Grey mumbled, looking up at the gallery, with you following her eyeline.

"What? What?" Doctor Bailey asked, spotting Doctor Karev watching with a sour look on his face.

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The surgery went well, with the patient in recovery as you went to check on the baby found with the trash, who was now named Oscar.

"You okay?" Jo murmured, her chin resting on your shoulder as you stood outside the patient room, staring at the door.

"They just abandoned him, threw him away when they couldn't be bothered anymore..." You stressed, running your hands down your face as Jo turned you so you'd look at her.

"Our parents did that with us, and look where we are now. Oscar gets to live a better life, especially since Yang has been fixing his heart." Jo replied, gently pulling your hands away from your face so she could mantain eye contact with you.

"Why did that call him Oscar anyway? Everyone understood but I don't understand the reference." You admitted, leaving Jo to frown.

"Brooks didn't put Sesame Street on the list?"

"Oh, I haven't got around to watching it yet, I was watching the movies Brooks suggested first, last night was The Aristocats." You explained, sniffling slightly as Jo had managed to change the conversation so you wouldn't be crying in the middle of the hospital.

"Of course, it was, Kitten." Jo smirked, leaving you to grimace.

"I prefer Braces to Kitten, Joey. Also, let's not have HR accusing us of dating, because some people still think Karev is your beard and we're together." You stated, leaving Jo to pause.

"I should have experimented more in college." Jo admitted, leaving you to raise an eyebrow before Jo burst into laughter.

"Anyway, here, I put some more songs on it, ones from when we were taking breaks in our study sessions when I was 17." Jo smiled, passing you your MP3 player that had the earphones wrapped around it.

"Ominous, but thanks." You replied with a raised eyebrow and a hesitant smile.

"Oh, don't look at me like that! My music taste is amazing!" Jo retorted, making you laugh a genuine laugh.

"There's that smile." Jo grinned, poking you in the cheek as you stuck your tongue out at her.

///

Doctor Webber's birthday required a lot of planning and a lot more sneakiness.

However, when Catherine Avery walked Doctor Webber into the surprise party, everyone knew it had paid off when they saw the smile on his face.

"We overthrew the government today! Thristy..." Doctor Torres exclaimed, leaving you to laugh into your drink as you walked past them on the way to find your fellow residents.

You were about to walk over to Jo with a smile on your face but Karev beat you to it.

Leah frowned as she watched your face fall.

"Hey, Y/n, come with me to get a drink?" Leah asked, linking arms with you as she had Steph on her other arm.

"Sure, anything to obscure the vision of Jo snogging Karev." You mumbled as all of you went to get a table.

"I'd like to make a toast to Doctor Webber!" Leah announced, leaving you all to stand up and smile as Shane spoke.

"Thank you, cheers!" Doctor Webber smiled, lifting his glass of club soda in thanks.

"Cheers!"

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Tags: @nnightskiess

#grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy #jo wilson x reader #jo wilson imagine #jo wilson #owen hunt #alex karev #arizona robbins #stephanie edwards #jackson avery #meredith grey #miranda bailey #richard webber

[fighterkimburgess]

I wish you would write a fic where Connor is watching the reader explain to her patient and their family how she is going to do the surgery and realizes he wants children with her

You could tell Connor was watching you from across the ER as you explained the surgery, patiently going over the scans with the worried parents and nine year old.

"I know it seems scary, but what's happening here is when you were in the crash you got some cuts inside your body on your liver. We hoped they'd close up, but they didn't. So I'm gonna go in there and put some magic stitches in. They'll close the cut and dissolve, and it'll be like they were never there!" She frowned.

"Will I have an ugly scar?"

"Scars are cool. I've got one, here." You pulled up your scrub top to show where you had your appendix out as a kid. "All a scar like this means is that someone cared enough to do everything to get you fixed. And I'll be there the whole time, making sure you're ok." She nodded, holding her teddy closer.

"Can Mr. Bear come?"

"Of course! I'll get him a hairnet and mask, he needs to follow all my surgical rules too you know."

You left her and her parents alone for a moment, calling up to get the OR prepped. Before you could turn back to let them know, Connor was beside you.

"You're amazing with kids, you know that, right?"

"I mean it's my job. Kids that age are fine. It's babies and teenagers I worry about." You laughed, running a hand through your hair.

"I know we talked about it, but seeing you like that? You're gonna be an amazing mom. And it's up to you, because I'm all in when you are." He grinned at you, and you wanted to roll your eyes.

"So romantic, Doctor Rhodes. You tell me this when I'm about to go up to surgery? Really?"

"What can I say, we've had every big conversation about our relationship here, we needed to have the kids one here too."

You squeezed his hand, holding it tight for a moment before separating again. "It sounds good to me too."

#cíara answers #connor rhodes drabbles #connor rhodes x reader

[dangerouslcve]

Can I please request a Julian Albert imagine where reader is on team flash and they are helping Barry . Reader gets injured very bad and Julian does surgery to help save her. While performing the surgery, he finds out she is pregnant and gets excited he is going to be a dad .

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Pairing: Julian Albert x reader

Warnings: Mentions of guns and blood

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 You never thought you would get shot. Some people don’t, you imagine. However you worked in a job where you put your life on the line every day in order to help others. You liked helping others but when a sharp hot sting went through your side you never dreamed it would have been a bullet.

 You put your hand to your side as you took a glance around you noticing a man dressed in black running out of the coffee shop. Faint screams and shrieking came from people as they hid from the shooter, you couldn’t concentrate on anything once you brought your hand up to your face and saw the dark red blood covering the entirety of your hand. The blood slowly dripped off your hand falling to the floor with a small tap. The tips of your fingers were shining underneath the lights. It didn’t hurt but that was only because of the shock.

‘How was I shot?’

 That was your first and only thought before you fainted.

 You drift in and out of consciousness, every time seeing a figure looming over you before moving away quickly letting the blinding white lights blind you momentarily but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t seem to stay awake. Every time you began to drift to sleep the irritating sensation of the burn from the bullet disappeared.

“I’m sorry.” you finally were able to mumble. The bullet was burning you from the inside out. You wanted to thrash and scream but you had no strength, the exhaustion you felt was weighing you down.

You weren’t sure why you were apologizing, was it because you knew you were dying? were you dying?

“You have nothing....” the voice began to whisper but it fades quickly as you felt yourself fall back into a deep sleep hoping when you would wake it would all be over.

 How much time had passed? was it hours? days? weeks? even months? You had no idea. Time itself felt nonexistent in the state you were in from the bullet that had hit you god knows when. You were confused and scared. You certainly weren’t dead because the moment you came back to consciousness slowly a machine that made sure your heart was still beating was obnoxiously loud in your ears making you grumble.   The more you became aware of your surroundings when you finally opened your eyes slowly everything began looking familiar. The voices outside the door became louder and when your eyes were open all the way you noticed you were at star labs and everyone was outside the room talking. No doubt about the state you were in.

 You did not want to wait until they came back into the room before you questioned them over what had happened and how long had it been since the shooting because you were going insane not knowing what day it was. They seemed to be in a deep conversation until you pulled the patches off your chest that monitored your heart. You almost laughed when you triggered the rooms alarm since it thought you were flatlining.

 The door to the room flew open as Julian rushed to your side. It took him about a minute to realize you were awake the others seemed to be froze to the spot they stood watching you with pure amazement.

“Julian.” you breathe out and his gaze snaps to yours. His mask falling as his eyes search yours with relief and worry. It had felt like an eternity since you saw him and the way he was looking at you right now made you wish his arms were wrapped tightly around you.  “Take a picture, I’m sure it will last longer.” your voice was raspy and he laughs trying to blink away the tears that had came to his eyes. You tried to muster the strength to smile but nothing was happened. You felt weak and that did not make you happy.

 “Y/n, I am so glad you are awake.” Caitlin says in a soft tone as everyone slowly gathers around your bed welcoming you back. Barry had a grin on his face when he tapped your shoulder.

“You did a number on Julian Y/n. I had never seen him cry so much in my time of knowing him.” Barry teases gently and you chuckle before gasping as a sharp pain shoots through your side. Julian quickly grabs your hand tightly watching you with worried eyes.

“How long has it been?” you ask after the pain began to fade away and Julian pulls a chair close to the bedside so he could sit next to you. Caitlin tilts her head to the side before intertwining her fingers together.

“About a week. The bullet went straight through your appendix which caused a sudden rupture within minutes of you being in our care. We rushed you into surgery as soon as we could and got both your ruptured appendix and the bullet out.” Caitlin says and she glances at Julian who was looking at her confused.

“Julian and I found the guy who shot you, he had apparently mistaken you for a Meta who was an enemy of his.” Barry adds his arms crossed over his chest watching you with a look of sympathy.

 “This was not his first shooting either. In New York the same thing happened but unfortunately they had died.” Caitlin continues and you furrow your brows in confusion.

“I take he doesn’t have the best eye sight? shooting everyone who resembles his enemy?” you question finally and Barry laughs shrugging his shoulders.

“It would appear so.”

“While you were out Y/n I did some tests. Made sure everything was how it needed to be except something came back that I was actually not expecting at all.” Caitlin says with a tilt of her head. Barry glances at you with a smirk before he looks over at Caitlin.

“You never told me this Caitlin, what did you find?” Julian questions with a raised eyebrow. Caitlin sends him a pointed look before turning to you with a soft smile.

“I will be outside if you need anything.” Barry says before exiting the room shutting the door softly behind him. You watch Caitlin reach under a desk pulling out a rolled up paper.

“Where is everyone Caitlin?” you question watching her glance up at you unrolling the paper slowly.

“Joe and Iris joined Harry to watch Wally train. We all needed a breather after this stressful week.”

“And Cisco?”

“He is visiting his brother’s grave. This week brought a lot back for him.” She explained softly before taking another small step to your bedside. “It was a close call that day Y/n, we have all been worried sick about you and about... Well, just see for yourself.” she lays the paper in your hand and you glance at Julian and Caitlin nervously before flipping it over.

“What is this?” you question with a raised eyebrow as your eyes look at the blood work Caitlin had took. A beat of silence passed between you three before Julian spoke up.

“What does this mean?” Julian asked confusion written all over his face tilting the paper in his direction to see it better. You took this chance to glance at Caitlin who was watching you both carefully.

“I did some tests while you were out, it is completely normal when a woman who has been sexually active for a while to go through some blood tests. Especially after getting shot close to the uterus.” Caitlin explains and you felt your heart pick up as you look down at the paper again.

“I’m pregnant?” you ask in disbelief staring at the papers that had your blood work results on them.

“About eight or nine weeks. I can’t be sure until I do an ultrasound to see how far along you are.” Caitlin tells both you and Julian. He was being oddly quiet as he sat and stared at the papers. “You will need to see a doctor regularly after your bed rest.”

“My bed rest?”

“A month of bed rest at the very least. Since you have been shot, you are at high risk for a miscarriage with it being so early along and how much your body had to go through during a weeks time but I wouldn’t worry to much. They are a strong one.” she chuckles and you allow yourself to let a small smile grace your lips before looking over at Julian. “I will leave you two alone.” and with that she left the room and Julian turned to you.

“I want to name her Emma after my sister.”

“Her? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” he grins pressing the back of your hand to his lips.

 “What should we name them if they are a boy then, my darling?” you take your fingers across his stubble trying to pull his face closer.

“You are getting ahead of yourself Albert. I only just found out I’m pregnant and I don’t even know what the date is yet.” you laugh and he leans closer parting his lips.

“Sunday, May 8th.” he tells you before pressing his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss finally feeling comfort after being in and out of sleep for far to long. His hand travels lower to your stomach where it stops.  “Don’t hurt yourself further.”

“Don’t get soft on me.” you warn teasingly and he chuckles looking down at where his hand laid. When he looked back up at you excitement danced in his eyes. “Are you happy Julian?”

“Happy isn’t even the word for how I’m feeling right now darling.” he responds before rubbing your belly. “I’m fucking elated.” you laugh before you gasp at the pain that shoots through your side. "What did I just say.” he snaps and you smirk weakly.

“Don’t hurt yourself further.” you impersonate him and he rolls his eyes smirking.

“You make me sound very posh Y/n.” and you bite your lip to keep yourself from chuckling. 

Everything felt perfect. Well almost perfect.

FIN

#julian albert #julian albert x reader #julian albert imagine #julian albert smut #Tom Felton #tom felton imagine #tom felton x reader #The Flash

[dailylogyn]

Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

Other Logyn Meta’s: https://dailylogyn.tumblr.com/tagged/logyn-meta

Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife? 

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple. 

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings. 

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness. 

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric. 

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity. 

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her. 

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.) 

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost. 

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be. 

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki. 

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife. 

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer. 

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.  

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship. 

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

Photo Source: https://www.zerochan.net/1262293#full

Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other. 

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation​ was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way. 

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology. 

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want. 

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you. 

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

#logyn #loki x sigyn #loki and sigyn #Marvel Comics #Loki Laufeyson #sigyn #logyn meta #Constancy & Chaos (Logyn) #justiceforsigyn #justiceforlogyn #justiceforloki

[kinglazrus]

Sam's Amethyst Orbs: the crackfic

Ectoberweek2020

Day 5: Orb / Reanimation

Summary: Sam has amethyst orbs. Need I say more? Dedicated to @lexosaurus

Word count: 1705

There were a lot of things Danny loved about Sam. Her take-no-shit attitude. Her stunning accuracy with shin kicks. Her delighted grin in the middle of the most adrenaline-pumping, heart-racing ghost fights. You know, normal stuff teenage boys found attractive. He couldn’t tell you when he first fell in love with her. Maybe freshman year, when he realized she would never judge him for being something less than human. Maybe eighth grade, when she got her first goth makeover and came to school wearing black lipstick and lace sleeves. Or maybe all the way back in grade four, when she punched Dash Baxter so hard that she knocked out two of his baby teeth.

Either way, he knew he loved her, but there was one thing he loved most of all: her amethyst orbs.

He loved the way Sam's amethyst orbs shone in the sunlight, how they sparkled like precious gems plucked from the deepest mine, polished until they glowed from within. Every time he looked at Sam's amethyst orbs, they trapped him with their crystal gaze. If he could, he would stare into their beauteous depths for all eternity.

The disasteroid could be bearing down on them—which, by the way, was very real and very canon—and Danny wouldn't even care. Not as long as Sam's amethyst orbs were the last thing he saw.

"The what?" Tucker asked.

Danny blinked, the lovestruck glaze fading from his eyes. "What?"

"You said something weird."

Danny wrinkled his nose. "Excuse me? Sam's amethyst orbs are not–"

"Ugh, not that." Tucker waved his hand dismissively. "You said something about... roids? Are you taking steroids? Are you on drugs? Is it," he leaned across Danny's desk and loudly whispered, "the ghost weed?"

"Tucker!" Danny slapped his hand over Tucker's mouth, casting a wary glance at the rest of the classroom. Dash was looking their way but turned back to his notebook as soon as he met Danny's eye, a sneer on his lips. Other than him, no one else was paying attention. Mr. Lancer, sitting at his desk, had his nose buried in a book that looked suspiciously like a Warriors novel, with tears glistening in his eyes.

Danny raised his eyebrows but didn't comment.

Something warm and wet touched his palm.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Danny recoiled, jerking his hand away from Tucker's mouth

"You cover my mouth, I lick your palm. It's fair game," Tucker said.

"Gross." Danny wiped his hand on Tucker's sweater. "What were we talking about? Oh, yeah. Sam's amethyst–"

"No." Tucker pressed a finger to Danny's lips, silencing him. "The disaster-whatsit."

"Disasteroid?"

"Like... disaster on steroids?"

"Like a disaster asteroid."

Tucker stared at Danny blankly.

"What?"

"Tucker." Danny sighed and shook his head. "You should know this. It's canon, remember? Endorsed by nine out of ten scientists."

"What about the tenth?"

"We don't talk about the tenth. But that doesn't matter. As I was saying: Sam's amethyst orbs." Danny tumbled headlong into another long rant. Tucker, held prisoner by the conventions of best friendship, groaned and pulled his hat down over his ears.

—

As the trio walked through the park, hunting for ghosts, Sam's amethyst orbs glinted in the moon's soft glow. They caught the silver light in a way nothing else could, more precious than any metal. Because they were like gems—amethysts, to be exact—but orb-shaped, and belonged to Sam.

Danny, enthralled by the sight and thoroughly distracted, flew face-first into a nearby tree. Rough bark scraped against his cheek, scratching his face as he dropped to the grass, yelping in pain and surprise.

"Dude," Tucker said, grinning at Danny's misfortune.

Sam, who at least tried to hide her smile behind her hand, leaned over Danny. "Geez, save some for the ghosts." She tilted her head, blocking the beam of moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead.

Danny felt more pain looking up at Sam's shadowed form that he did hitting the tree; the heavenly gleam had disappeared from her amethyst orbs. But even when shrouded in darkness, bereft of their usual lustre, Sam's amethyst orbs were exquisite. In fact, the gloom added an air of mystery, a wicked edge that fit Sam as well as her steel-toed combat boots fit the dent in Tucker's shin.

"How did you hit a tree?" she asked

"By staring right at it and flying forward," Danny said.

Sam laughed. Her head tipped back far enough that, for a second, her amethyst orbs carried that silver twinkle once again, until she leaned forward once more, and it disappeared. "No, seriously. What distracted you?"

Danny pursed his lips, cheeks burning. He didn't want to say. But as Sam leaned further, lowering her head toward his, bringing those charming, spherical amethyst orbs closer, he had to tell her. He turned his head away and mumbled, "Your amethyst orbs."

Sam frowned. "My what?"

Danny opened his mouth, only for Tucker immediately slap his hand over it.

"No, don't start. He's being on about this for, like eight hundred words already," Tucker said.

"On about what?"

Taking his hand away from Danny's mouth, Tucker pulled his own eyes open wide. "Your amethyst orbs."

Sam snorted. "What, are we in a bad fan fiction or something?"

"Well, yeah. Except worse, because it's a crackfic. But the grammar's okay, I guess." Danny shrugged. He couldn't complain, at the moment, although he could have gone without getting slapped by a tree trunk.

"Danny, are you okay?" Sam crouched in front of him and reached out, brows creased in concern. "I think you might have hit your head a little too hard."

"I'm fine, I swear. I'll prove it. Look, this," he gestured to his cheek, "can be written away in an instant, just watch."

Tucker and Sam leaned forward, watching closely. Nothing happened.

"Just give it a moment," Danny insisted.

Ninety seconds later—which was the approximate length of a moment based on medieval sundials and their correlation to modern concepts of time—nothing happened.

Danny, itching, in pain, and feeling rather done with all of this, scowled. "I take it back. This story sucks."

His cheek started bleeding profusely.

"Dude!" Tucker said, eyes widening.

"You are not okay. We're going to my place." Sam grabbed Danny's arm and hauled him up.

"But I'm fine!"

"No, you're not."

"But the next scene might not have moonlight! Sam's amethyst orbs look so pretty in the moonlight!"

—

The next scene did not have moonlight, because Danny didn't deserve moonlight. He deserved Sam wearing sunglasses and full-body cloak and no view of her amethyst orbs, which was exactly what he got that day at school

"It's not fair," Danny whined. He sat on the curb after the final bell, chin cradled in the palm of his hand. "I just wanted to see her amethyst orbs. So spherical, so perfect, so amethyst."

Too bad for Danny. He shouldn't have insulted the story.

"Well, it's stupid. It started normally, but now I'm here, talking to you."

"Talking to who?" Sam, who materialized out of nowhere, asked.

"Uh..." Danny gaped at her. "How did you do that?"

Tucker appeared on Danny's other side. "We walked."

"No, you didn't."

"Maybe we did," Sam said. "Maybe we have ghost powers, too. Maybe the author thinks this joke has gone on long enough and we're here as arbitrary plot devices to push the story forward." She sat down next to him, smoothing the hem of her cloak under her legs.

Danny liked the cloak, he really did. He was head over heels for Sam. There was nothing about her he didn't like; except the cloak's collar. Although soft and satiny, a stiff wire kept the collar upright so the lace trim skimmed Sam's jaw.

Sam poked his cheek. "You gonna be weird about my 'amethyst orbs' again?"

"It's not weird!" Danny protested.

"It's weird," Tucker said. "Just call them eyes like a normal person."

Danny glanced Tucker's way, pursing his lips. Genuine confusion flickered across his face. "Why would I call them eyes?"

"Because they're eyes?"

"Orbs.

"Eyes."

"Orbs"

"Eyes!"

"Orbs!" Danny shouted. "Orbs! Orbs! Orbs!"

Overhead, thunder boomed. Danny jumped, slipping off the curb, and quickly scrambled to his feet. Sam and Tucker followed. Together, they stared up at the sky. Moments ago, it had been bright and blue, the picture of a perfect day. Now, dark heavy clouds blanketed it all the way to the horizon. Thunder rumbled, rolling across Amity Park. A shadow fell over the trio from behind.

Trembling, they turned.

Walker loomed behind them, taller than any building. In his hands, he held his lawbook and snapped it shut with a sneer. "That's against the rules." His voice rumbled with the thunder. Before the teens could react, Walker reached down and snatched Danny up, holding him in a crushing grip.

"Hey! He didn't do anything!" Tucker shouted. He grabbed a pebble off the sidewalk and chucked it at Walker. The small stone bounced off the toe of his boot.

"Wow, Tucker. Thanks for the help," Danny said.

"Daniel Fenton, you are under arrest for violation of the fanfiction code. Section sixty-nine, appendix four-twenty: using the word orbs in place of eyes," Walker said. "Come quietly, and maybe you won't be executed."

"Don't you mean... maybe you'll be... lenient?" Danny wheezed, struggling to breathe in Walker's tight fist. The slightest movement and Walker could crush him. So maybe it wasn't the best time for sass, but Danny wasn't known for his impeccable timing.

"Isn't that the same thing?" Walker asked. He wasn't wrong. "Any last words?"

"Why do you keep saying eyes? They're orbs!" Danny beat his fist against Walker's thumb. "Sam's amethyst orbs!"

Walker's eyes narrowed. "That's it," he said. "You're going to jail." He stomped away, his heavy steps shaking the street.

Tucker leaned toward Sam and whispered, "Should we follow?"

"Nah. I mean, he did use the word orbs instead of eyes," she said. "He could use a little prison time."

In the distance, Danny wailed. "Not! Orbs! Neck! Lace!" As his final cry faded away, Sam glanced down at her cloak. She pulled the tall collar back, revealing a simple silver necklace with two pendants on it: gleaming amethyst orbs.

#I'm pretty sure I spent way more time that I should have on a crackfic like this #but ending it was a struggle #so here you go #be warned: I did not edit #crackfic #phicc #phanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #tumblroneshots #ectober #ectoberweek #ectoberweek2020 #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #walker

[pagingevilspawn]

Hi could u please write a fic where alex is diagnosed with a serious illness and jo is there with him for support ?

doctors make the worst family members

anon, i’m gonna start by saying that this is most certainly NOT what you asked for, but it's what you're getting. One; I can't write angst for shit so it would just be a major disappointment, and two; I truly just don’t have the heart to write my favorite character with a serious illness, lol. 

Also, welcome to the series I'm starting. It's called, “payton uses evan peters characters from ahs for jolex baby names because she loves him and every character he plays”. (“payton loves evan peters too much” for short) it’ll be a ride 😎 

anyways... hope you enjoy, nevertheless! 

____

Jo Karev stood in her husband’s room, pacing around one the hospital’s floors so much she would make a hole in them if she continued any longer. She anxiously bit her nails with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her seventeen week baby bump. 

She stops her movements suddenly, making her way to the uncomfortable hospital chair that sat in the corner of the room, flopping down into it, more than happy to be off her feet. They were beginning to feel like she had just through the grand canyon, not to mention, were the size of cantaloupes. 

“You good now?” Alex asks her from his bed, a teasing smirk on his lips. His arms were crossed in front of his hospital gown, an item he (very) reluctantly put on. Jo had given him a glare and he knew he couldn’t refuse. Never get in a fight with Josephine Karev, he learned that one a while ago, but it was especially important that he never got into a fight with a pregnant Josephine Karev. She went full on criminal defense attorney, and he wasn’t going to lie, it was pretty scary.  

Jo throws him a sharp glare. Due to her pregnancy, her mood swings had been hitting harder than ever. One second she wanted to pummel her husband, and the next she wanted him to hold her in his arms forever. Although, she supposed that wasn’t too out of the normal though, since Alex was always finding some way to piss her off and then say something sickenly sweet to make it up to her. A more accurate description would be how she went from joyful in the morning to blubbering tears and incoherent words when she figured out her favorite pair of jeans didn’t fit. (It was a scary sight, Alex had to console her for a good twenty minutes before she was able to fully calm down. Pregnancy hormones were wack.) 

“Shut up.” she glowers, sinking lower in her seat, tracing circles on her belly in an effort to calm the kicking in her stomach. Baby decided now would be a good time to jab a kick straight to her rib, so she hunches over in her chair, letting out a small hiss of pain before adjusting herself, not missing the way Alex’s eyes look at her warily. 

“You okay?” he questions, making Jo bob her head up and down. 

“Fine. Your daughter just likes you more than me, which you know, I'm totally okay with. I mean, it’s not like I'm growing her inside me for nine months or anything.” she stares at him pointedly, causing the worry etched on his face to fade away and form a crooked smirk. 

Alex chuckles, leaning back into the multiple hospital authorized pillows behind him as he runs a hand through his hair. He had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, but decided to hold it in. Jo was stressed, and the last thing he needed was to cause her any more.

It didn’t take long for Jo to begin her pacing again. She traveled the length of the room. The door, to the blue chair. Door to the blue chair. Back and forth, back and forth. Alex was starting to get dizzy just by looking at her. Her brown locks flew behind her as she moved, at times picking up her pace, making it across the room even quicker. It was at then that she would fiddle with the rings on her left hand, twisting them and untwisting them, tracing her fingers over the large diamond from her engagement ring and the smaller ones from her wedding ring. When she was little she always thought it was the other way around. She thought the big, fancy diamond was for the wedding, while the more modest piece of jewelry was the one that was ever so delicately placed in the velvet box. 

She stares at the ring fondly, a small smile subconsciously gracing her lips. God, it was so beautiful. A 2.5 carat princess cut with a platinum band. Jo knew the name of the shape of the diamond wasn’t by accident, it had most definitely been the main reason why he had chosen that exact one. (She found out it was a princess cut when Kepner had taken her finger and examined the ring, sprouting out facts about the new piece of jewelry she was wearing. Also known as the only reason she knew any details about the rock that only left her finger when she had to be surgery, a rare now since she had transferred to OB) 

When he pulled out that ring the first time, she was shocked to say the least, one; because, well he was proposing to her, and two; it was so freaking gorgeous. 

Jo was never the type of woman to gush over rings and weddings and frilly dresses with frumpy looking bridesmaids gowns and too many different forks to choose from at dinner. But when she saw that ring? It didn’t matter that they were arguing, it didn’t matter that she felt like he wasn’t in her corner, she just wanted that ring. She never felt like that with Paul (for obvious reasons), the want to stick that ring on her finger and never take it off. Besides that fact that it was beautiful, she knew the real reason she wanted it so badly was because it came from him, from Alex, the man she loved more than life itself. She hated when she had to tell him to put the beautiful ring away, because she wanted nothing more than to wear it herself. 

“Jo, I’m gonna be fine.” the man says, watching as his wife stops her movements, turning around to glare at him so sharply he wanted to pull the words back into his mouth and zip them up. 

“You don’t know that!” she explodes at him, moving her arms around aimlessly, angry tears beginning to glaze over her eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones.

She lets out a huff, her breath coming out shakily as she tries to fan out the water in eyes. 

Alex flashes her a small smile, “Jo, it's an appy. A freakin’ appy. Bailey’s doing it! Nothing’s gonna go wrong if Bailey is doing my appy.” he remarked. 

“So many things could go wrong!” she exclaims, pacing around the room once more as words come flying out of her mouth with absolutely no filter at all. “There’s bleeding, infection, inflammation, your appendix could burst-”

She’s cut off by Alex, who’s shaking his head. “Jo.” he looks up at her, her brown eyes boring into his, “I’ll be fine.” he reassures her, watching as she tries to swallow the lump growing in her throat. He pats the bed beside her, signaling for her to come sit next to him. 

Jo waddles to him, curling up to his side and placing her head on his chest as he runs fingers through her hair. “You can’t die on me, alright?” she mumbles into him, letting a single tear come down her cheek and land on his hospital gown. 

“I won't. Promise.” he places a peck on top of her head. 

Jo lets out a little chuckle, “I was never this emotional with Walker.” she teases. 

Alex laughs, pulling her closer into him. “Trust me, I know.” he says, earning him a slap on the chest. “Speak of the devil…” he trails off, seeing Meredith walk into the room with a little boy glued to her hip. 

“Momma! Daddy!” the three year old exclaims once he sees his parents, a wide smile painting his face as he tries to wiggle out of his auntie’s arms and onto the ground. It felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever, even if it was just six hours before he was being dropped off at daycare. 

“Hi bubs!” Jo exclaims, taking Walker from Meredith’s extended hold and setting him down on her lap, his big, hazel eyes staring up at his parents in adoration while the blonde goes to sit in the chair Jo previously occupied. 

Walker adjusts his position, making sure not to sit on his mommy’s bump. “Hi baby sissy.” he says to her stomach. Jo takes his hand and puts it on her abdomen, watching his face light up as he feels a sharp kick come straight to his tiny palm. 

“Sissy says hi back.” Alex grins, ruffling the little boys spiky hair, which had somehow stayed intact throughout his adventurous day at the hospital’s daycare. He had his wife to thank for that. Jo had somehow managed to find a way to keep their son’s hair in place after long hours, thanks to copious amounts of gel she had mastered the use of. He used to say that a shaggy haircut was fine and perfectly normal, but she said that she ‘didn’t want her son looking like Will Byers’. All haircut debates officially ended after that. 

The parents listen as their little boy rattles on about his day, from seeing his best friend Peter to knocking down the block towers he built over and over again. Their three year old was a little bundle of joy, their complete surprise baby. Jo always joked that he was created the night of her faux pregnancy announcement, since the dates lined up. Walker was something else. He inherited Jo’s hazel eyes nose, but everything else about the little boy screamed Karev, from the big head he had when he was born to the crooked smirk that permanently stayed plastered on his lips, always ready to get into some trouble. 

Some days he acted like an angel, but majority of the time he was the literal spawn of Evil Spawn. Cristina’s custom made onesies and t-shirts were frequently worn by little Walker, which proudly stated, “My Daddy is an Evil Spawn!”, “Spawn of Evil Spawn”, “Product of an Evil Spawn and Hairball” just to name a few. 

Walker and Meredith found them hilarious, Jo and Alex… not so much.  

A few minutes later a nurse walks in, asking Alex if he needed anything while simultaneously checking his vitals when the little boy speaks up. 

“Hi!” he chirps excitedly, a crooked grin on his face. He loved meeting new people, one of the few differences he shared from his parents, but they knew that was a good thing. Walker had always been sociable and practically made friends everywhere he went. The cashier at the grocery store, the workers at the receptionist’s desk, random people he passed on the street… little Karev was quite a people person.

“Hi there sweetie,” the woman in her mid-twenties coos, tucking a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as she bends down slightly to meet the little boy’s height. “I’m Andrea, what’s your name?” she asks. 

“Walker!” the tiny brunette exclaims. 

Andrea laughs, shaking her head a little bit at the adorable little boy, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes. “Your vitals are good Doctor Karev. Dr Bailey should be in soon to go have you sign your consent forms, but otherwise just sit here until then.” 

Alex says his thanks as the nurse walks out the door, his son watching as the young girl leaves. Walker leans up unexpectedly, whispering loudly enough for the three adults in the room to hear. 

“She had big boobies.” he giggles, clutching a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his large grin. 

Jo’s face could only be described as scandalized, while Alex and Meredith burst into loud laughter, their sound filling up the room with the little boy’s giggles. 

“Walker Alexander Karev!” oh you are so your father’s son.

#jo wilson #alex karev #jo karev #jolex #jolex fic #jolex fanfic #jolex fanfiction #meredith grey #jo x alex #alex x jo #camilla luddington #justin chambers #greys #greys anatomy #greys abc #fluff #jolex babies #jolex is endgame #greys anatomy fanfic #greys anatomy fanfiction #mini evill spawn #jo wilson karev #the endgame we deserve

[tundrainafrica]

Title: Household Planning (1/2)

Summary:  

"It was Levi's household. The plates were arranged and sorted by color and use, the way Levi liked it. The cabinets and the storage were arranged in a way which would be efficient for cooking, or at least the way Levi would have wanted to cook."

Levi gets sick and Hange is left to navigate household chores.

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Notes: Set in the same verse as  “Rough day”  and “Sugar Rush”

"You're taking a week off?"

Hange wished no one would be there when she dropped by the queen’s office to give the letter. It was painful as it is to fathom what the next week would be like. Making her way to her familiar office in civilian clothing and seeing Historia there in the room only added salt to the wound.

“I’ve asked Armin to take over first. It will only be for a week at the most,” Hange explained.

"No. Take as many days as you need. I don't think you've even taken the day off since the war ended." Historia gave Hange a reassuring smile as she placed the letter back in the envelope.

Hange was sure the queen would give the week off with no arguments. Queen Historia had always had been understanding about any excuses related to family. Somehow, the response had come as a big surprise to Hange. As she walked out of the office and into the courtyard, she felt the late afternoon breeze seep through the cotton of her civilian shirt. It felt oddly nostalgic and Hange was reminded that she had not taken a day off in years.  

“It’s not like I’m gonna be resting anyway.” Hange muttered to herself as she made her way through the courtyard and into the main road to call for a taxi.

"Where to, Ma'am?”

“Paradis Central Hospital.

20 hours earlier

Levi was usually the one who opened the door for her when she got home. That night, she was surprised to find their seven year old Luke by the door waiting for her.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep? Where’s daddy?” Hange asked as she helped her son stand up. The young boy’s eyes were drooping and Hange was sure he would fall asleep as soon as she put him to bed.

“Daddy’s asleep.”

“Really?” Hange glanced at the clock on the mantle as she carried Luke to his room.

It was only a quarter to nine and she had known Levi long enough to know he would never be asleep at that time. In fact, most nights he was the one who would welcome her home. He would be cleaning, organizing or mixing tea in the kitchen while she showered and got ready for bed. She always fell asleep to the clatters of plates and mugs, the clanks of pots and pans and the opening and closing of cupboards. Funnily, she always woke up to them too, a testament to the odd sleeping patterns of her partner.

Luke had fallen asleep in her arms. Hange lay him gently on his bed and put the blanket over him. As she turned off the lights and closed the door behind her, Hange was made aware of the fact that the house was unnaturally silent without the sounds of Levi tinkering with something in the kitchen. She hurried to the bedroom she shared with Levi to find him on the bed, his back to the door.

“Tiring day?”

Levi was a light sleeper. Some nights when Hange did wake up next to him, she could usually elicit a reply or reaction from him with almost any sound no matter how soft. At that moment though, Levi was not responding.

She approached the bed, letting her footsteps resound loudly on the wooden floor under her. He still did not react. Levi was covered up to his chin with blankets. Not wanting to disturb the set up, Hange rested her hand on his cheek, only to recoil at the heat being released.

How was he this morning?  Hange felt a twinge of guilt when she realized she did not remember much of it. She had still woken up to the same banging of pots and pans and a full breakfast. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hey, are you okay?" Hange asked, as she shook him lightly.

"Just… need to rest." Levi did not open his eyes. In fact, his face tensed as he said those words and Hange guessed that that slight effort was already causing him pain.

How much pain was he in?  They were both soldiers in another life and they both had higher pain tolerance than most people. It had set off some alarms inside her and Hange was considering calling a doctor then and there just to be on the safe side.

Am I overreacting? The last time Levi had needed medical attention, they managed in the middle of the forest with a little first aid.

Hange changed into her pajamas and settled on the bed next to him.

She scooched closer to him. The heat emitted from his body alarmed her but Hange reassured herself by focusing on the rhythm of his rough breathing. He was still very much alive.

“Just make sure to tell me if the pain gets worse. ” Hange whispered.

Levi let out what sounded like a whimper. A wave of concern washed over Hange. She put her arms around her partner, hoping that even just a little she could absorb the heat that was resonating from his skin.

She let the rhythm of his breathing lull her to sleep.

                                       Household Planning

When Hange woke up again, the sky was still dark. The sound of birds chirping just outside the window was enough though for Hange to conclude that it was at least late enough that the sun would rise soon.

“Good morning,” Hange whispered. His body was not as hot as it was the night before and Hange found herself squeezing her partner lightly in relief. “You scared me last night.”

“Hange…”  

Hange unwrapped her arms from around her partner and sat up. “You okay?”

Levi curled up into a ball, his arms wrapped around his stomach. “My stomach...hurts…”

Hange had seen Levi in worse situations in the battlefield but never in her life had she seen him so vulnerable. She had brushed off her worry the night before but as she took in her partner, lying curled up like a ball, the ragged breathing and the uncharacteristic whimpers, Hange conceded that she could not take the risk of omission. “Levi. I’m sorry I’m calling a doctor.”

Hange wished Levi had protested the whole set off. At the least, she wished he were conscious or aware enough to even notice a sleepy and confused Luke next by his bedside. He was lying prone on the bed as the doctor put his shirt up and ran his hands through the stomach area.

Hange’s blood ran cold as she watched Levi squirm in pain at lightest touch. She had worked with injured soldiers long enough to know it was a common symptom of internal injuries. The question that lingered was how exactly had it gotten to that point.

“This doesn’t look good Mrs. Zoe. We're going to have to get him to a hospital quick. He might need emergency surgery.”

“Do what you need to do.”

Hange walked out of the room and sat her son down on the living room sofa. She could hear the doctor making his way to the phone, quickly dialing a number and a few seconds later, he was rattling off vitals.

Hange had a fair amount of experience with first aid but the science and technology brought back from Marley was a tall order for her to master and Hange had to admit she probably would have only understood 70% of what the doctor had told the paramedics.

She spent the next few minutes explaining the situation to her son Luke over a quick breakfast and while walking him to school. Luke had ended up late as he had asked too many questions.

Why didn't daddy make breakfast?

Where are they taking daddy?

Are you okay mommy?

By the time Hange made it to the hospital, Levi was being prepped for surgery. He was completely unconscious as they unbuttoned his pajamas and switched it with a hospital gown.

Hange stayed nearby just in case he did wake up through it. She occupied herself by marveling at the improvements made in the hospital and the new developments by Marley. It was her first time back there for at least three years having shifted her focus into railways and street car installations.  A nurse put a needle through his wrist which was attached to a bag on a rack. Hange had forgotten the name of that invention but deduced that it was to get medicine into his system.                          

"How long will he be in surgery?" Hange asked.

The nurse shook her head. "We don't know the extent of the damage yet but internal bleeding of this severity should take at least two to three hours."

Internal bleeding. That usually meant certain death in the field. Hange could not help but think, if Levi had experienced that sickness only just a decade ago, he would have been dead.

"Thank you for all your hard work," Hange said.

She resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wait out until news on her partner came out. She made a brief detour to the outdoor payphone to call sick for the day. Armin would be able to take over anyway, he was very familiar at least with the plans Hange had for the transportation route through the city.

Hange could not shake the feeling that she would be missing out though. Her best ideas always came when she was in the office looking through blueprints and construction updates.

She willed herself to dial the familiar number of her office and explain her current situation.

Armin who had answered the phone was understanding and had given genuine well wishes to Levi. When Hange went back to the waiting room though, she started to reflect on the fact, that maybe the one who did not want the day off was just her.

As she sat back on the chair of the waiting room and looked up at the blank ceiling of the hospital, Hange knew she was miserable.

She was left to do what she had not done in years, sit idly by and wait.

                                        Household Planning

"A burst appendix with abscesses around his stomach area. It was pretty bad, a very high risk of infection. We will need to monitor him for at least a week and he'll be on a strict antibiotic plan for a while."

An appendix. She knew that organ. It was the useless organ yet it caused so much damage in Levi's system. "How long will he be…"

"We set up a room for him. He'll be staying for at least a week since we will need to monitor signs of post surgical infection and possible surgery again. He's not out of the woods yet."

Hange followed the doctor into one of the rooms on the third floor, noting that there were a lot more nurses making their rounds on that floor.

A nurse was there putting the covers over her partner when Hange arrived in. Her stomach dropped as she saw the tubes that all connected to some part underneath the blankets. Even for dying soldiers, she had never seen that type of medical treatment before and maybe if it hadn't been on Levi, she would have been excited at the prospect of seeing first hand the medical technology involved in keeping a patient alive.

At that moment though, her thoughts were all on Levi, how much he remembered, how much pain he was in and most importantly, if he were going to live through it.

Hange walked to his bedside and put her hand underneath the blanket, feeling for his hand. His hand was limp but it was neither too warm or too cold. She grasped his hand tighter, focusing on its warmth as a reprieve from the events of the past few hours.

"Hey four eyes, where's Luke?"

"He's in school…" Hange rubbed her eyes, still adjusting to the waking world.

"His classes are until eleven. It's one."

Hange sat up and look at the clock at the end of the room. "Wait what?" How long have I been sitting here?

Levi was half sitting up on the bed, conscious but groggy, looking particularly surprised. "Did you forget our kid?"

The realization of what had just happened dawned on Hange a split second too late. By then, Levi’s eyes narrowed into an accusing glare, a quick change from that of disbelief only a second ago.

Hange felt blood rush into her face "I’m sorry. A lot has been happening. You're stuck in the hospital… I don't know what to do…"

"Son first. Questions later."

                              Household Planning

The next question, Hange found herself tackling was where to take Luke. It was an obvious logistical choice yet it took Hange enough brain space that she ended up cringing at the state of her mind at that moment.

She had considered leaving him at home but could not come up with someone who could stay with Luke at a last minute request. She knew she would probably be with Levi for a while in the hospital, possibly until late night. It was a risk, leaving a child with a sick parent in a hospital ward but it at least trumped the idea of leaving him alone at home.

Somehow, leaving Luke with a sick, possibly immobile Levi, still seemed to be enough to give her some peace of mind.

"You promise to stay good, okay. Daddy needs rest," Hange said as they stood in front of the door to his room.

"Promise."

The promise was short lived. As soon as the door opened before him, Luke ran towards Levi's bedside and Hange had to grab him as he motioned to jump on the bed next to him.

"Daddy!"

"How was school?"

"I was the only one there. I thought nobody was going to pick me up."

Levi sneaked a glare at Hange with their son's last statement.

"Sorry Luke. Mommy got carried away. Daddy's going to be sick for a while and there was a lot to think about." Hange hugged her son from behind.

"How long will daddy be here?"

"A week at least," Levi answered.

So the doctor at least explained the situation to him.

Levi still looked like he was in pain and Hange wondered how much of his motions were a front he was putting up in front of their son.

"Mommy and Daddy need to talk. Could you give us some space?"

There were nurses all over the floor and Hange was sure at least one of them would have the time to take care of a kid. It was a quick search and within a few minutes of going out into the hallway, she at least had the peace of mind that someone was taking care of her son. The fact the nurse was helping with homework was an added bonus.

"I feel like shit," Levi admitted as Hange entered the room once again.

"You're doing great. I thought you'd be asleep the whole day to be honest."

"I don't think I'd even be able to relax anymore. Imagine waking up to realize my wife forgot about our kid."

Hange gave her husband an apologetic smile. "Just give me a list of everything I need to get done, everyday. While you're here. I'll get it done."

"Don't you have work?"

                                    Household Planning  

By evening, Hange had filed her leave for the week, she had her to do list on hand and Luke was at least distracted with toys she had just bought him from the gift shop next to the hospital.

Her first challenge was dinner. She had the cooking skills but the way everything in the household was sorted out made Hange hesitate to touch anything.

It was Levi's household. The plates were arranged and stalked by color and use, the way Levi liked it. The cabinets and the storage were arranged in a way which would be efficient for cooking, or at least the way Levi would have wanted to cook.

In the cupboard, they were so tightly stacked on top of one another that Hange feared that she would break something just by pulling something out.

Hange sighed, resigning herself to the fact that she was still left shocked by the events of that morning. Less than 24 hours ago, she would not have imagined having to learn to navigate the household all by herself.

I'm gonna need a while to adjust.

"Luke, we're going out to buy dinner."

                                Household Planning  

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Omelette!"

30 minutes to eight. Luke should be in school by eight.

"It's pretty late for an omelette… What about bread?" In fact, Hange did know Luke liked omelettes. She did not want to admit it to her son yet but although she had spent a fair half an hour looking through the kitchen, she could not find the eggs.

The only food stored places within reason were the bread and the fruits which were displayed in a basket and a bowl on the kitchen table. The bread was covered in cloth, neatly folded when she found it though. As she put back the bread after eating it that morning, she could not recreate that same intricate folding pattern Levi had done.

"There were eggs in the fridge."

Where? Who puts eggs in the fridge?

Hange chose to pretend to ignore it. "Let's just get you to school. What time do I need to pick you up?"

"Two." Luke was avoiding her gaze and Hange could tell he was trying to hide disappointment.

"I'll take note of that." Hange took a pen from her kitchen table and wrote the time on her wrist. "Just eat this for breakfast." She wrapped a piece of bread on paper and dropped it in his bag.

It's my first time having to be the one to cook breakfast, of course there will be a few bumps.

"I didn't know where you put the eggs so I just gave him bread for breakfast."

"Where did you think the eggs were?" Levi asked, not even trying to hide the disappointment in his gaze. Hange inferred that it could have also been from the meager breakfast he was given that morning of pudding and fruit which Levi was mixing as he listened to the developments that morning.

“I looked everywhere, the cupboards, the storage, I even checked our bedroom.”

“It’s in the refrigerator.”

“And that’s what Luke said. I checked it after dropping him at school but it wasn’t there.”

“I put it towards the back so it wouldn’t break if it ends up accidentally falling out.”

The new refrigerators that came from Marley were a welcome improvement to the icebox that most people in Paradis were used to. Having busied herself with other things, Hange never really bothered to learn its different compartments. It looked like Levi did not want her to learn it either. The latter had preoccupied himself buying them at the best bargain when they were finally available and had spent a fair amount of days since they got it, organizing and reorganizing all their spoilable goods.

“Why do you put your eggs in the refrigerator? Even if you leave it out, it won’t go bad.”

“It’s an animal product, you don’t know what it touched.”

Levi had researched his household plan well and Hange only appreciated it more when Levi took a pen and paper and drew the fridge compartments, perfectly from what she had remembered. He explained the contents compartment by compartment, with the rationale for each.

“Why don’t we keep the eggs in the compartments by the fridge door? You cook them everyday.”

“The sudden temperature changes can make the eggs go bad faster.”

“Why put vegetables in the lowest compartment?”

“Vegetables in the drawer below because this compartment has higher humidity levels for fresh produce.”

Levi made sense. Hange had done her fair share of experiments to quickly understand Levi’s logic behind everything. She was still taken aback by how far he had thought ahead and how meticulous the whole process of organizing the refrigerator was for him. It almost made her hesitant to take anything out of the fridge for fear of destroying any part of the intricate plan Levi had set up for all their spoilable goods.

Levi dropped the pen and sighed. “So I’m assuming you didn’t get any cooking done if you still don’t know where everything is. What did you pack Luke for lunch then?”

                                    Household Planning  

Levi probably would not have approved of Luke enjoying a late lunch of two soft serve ice creams and a slice of bread. That was the only way Hange saw herself pacifying the young boy who looked to be on the verge of crying and shouting at his mother when she picked him up from school. At the same time, the reminder from Levi was enough for Hange to at least have enough motivation to remember to show up on time to pick him up.

“Don’t tell your father about this.” She muttered, as she led him through the market. Levi had left her a grocery list before she left to pick up Luke from school. At that point, she was determined at least to not fuck up the grocery shopping.

Another tray of eggs, bread, spinach, oranges, apples. The list was straightforward. When Levi and Hange had planned the list, they considered the easiest things for Hange to prepare, cook, eat and store for the next week while Levi’s fate was still undecided. She only had to buy enough for the two of them at least.

The markets were designed that all types of produce and goods could be caught with one loop around the market. In thirty minutes, Hange had gone through everything on the list.

As Hange made her way to the exit of the market, she felt a tug on her hand. “What are you looking at?” Hange followed her son’s gaze to see the tea and coffee shop on the side.  

“Daddy might want tea.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He only has three more bags left at home.”

                                    Household Planning            

Hange had dreaded the process of storing the food she had bought. She imagined having to empty the fridge and make wild guesses on where Levi would have wanted each product and whether or not she angled them in a way where it would be most convenient for those who opened it or less likely to spill.

Levi had explained a lot of it to her but many parts of it were going quickly into one ear and out the other due to the detail he put into such mundane concepts. She found that the crazy amount of detail and the fact that she possibly left things out, had left her blank at what exactly to do when she opened the refrigerator door.

“Daddy likes the stem facing outwards.” Luke pointed out as he grabbed the spinach from the bag and put it inside the half open vegetable drawer.

“The eggs?”

“You have to push the cheese out of the way when you put the eggs in. Tray opening facing outside...”

Hange at least knew where the fruits and the bread went. She lined up the fruit bowl and the bread basket on the kitchen table and added the fruits she had bought from the market on to the pile.

Luke reached out for the oranges on the top and distributed them evenly towards the edges of the bowl. “Daddy said it might fall if you let them sit unevenly on a pile.”

Hange unfolded the cloth on the bread basket and put the bread inside. She attempted once again to fold it similarly to what Levi had been doing before. Luke scooched closer to her and Hange could only gape as Luke deftly folded it into the same tight pattern she had seen it in that morning.

“Daddy taught you all of this?”

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[pink-peony-princess]

A Late Night Call

-Katie-

"Shawn" I called into the darkness, wanting the comfort of my boyfriend. We lived together in a house, along with his friends,Brian, Connor and Dave -who also happened to be my older brother.

When no response came, I started to get worried, I had been feeling unwell for the last several days, running fevers and feeling generally blah, but I had just woken up to bad pain in my abdomen. I had always hated being sick- not only because it obviously wasn't fun, but because I had a fear of doctors and hospitals. Something which wasn't helped by the fact my brother, my boyfriend and their friends were all doctors of some description. As a result, I had tried to avoid medical intervention as much as possible for pretty much my entire life, so twenty years, which both Dave and Shawn as Emergency physicians were not happy about.

Swallowing the lump that was now forming in my throat I called out again, "Shawn!" I tried, louder this time, hoping he had just gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Katie?" I heard a sleepy voice ask, before someone switched the lamp on beside my bed, causing me to close my eyes immediately. "Katie, what wrong honey?" I recognised the voice now as my older brother, I could hear the concern in his tone. "The heat pack didn't help?" he asked, sitting beside me and sighing.

"I hurt D," I whimpered, trying to move closer to him to gain some comfort, while not causing myself anymore pain.

"What do you mean it hurts?" he asked, switching into 'doctor mode'. I hated it when he did this, but even I knew that I needed help. Something wasn't right, and my only hope to get it fixed was letting my brother do his job. "I thought you just felt sick?" he asked, taking my hand to check my pulse.

"I did," I started, "Well, I had an achy tummy, around here," I explained, pointing to around my belly button. "But now it's REALLY hurting," I cried, just wanting him to make it stop.

"It's okay, I'm going to call Shawn okay? Bri!" he called, getting up and grabbing my cell phone of my bedside table, speed dialling Shawn's number.

"What's wrong David?" Bri grumbled, "It's two in the morning for goodness sake. I need my sleep man!" Dave just pointed, directing Brian's attention to me silently, waiting for Shawn to pick-up.

"Oh Katie, what's wrong buddy?" he asked, grabbing a tissue from the side table, before sitting down and gently wiping away the moisture that had accumulated from my face.

"Just make it stop!" I begged, trying desperately to find a more comfortable way to lie, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was now my sole focus.

A few more minutes past in which Brian tried, with almost no luck to calm me, telling me that everything would be okay. Dave took the phone away from his ear. "He must be in the middle of a consult, I kept getting the dial tone, I'll try in a few more minutes," he spoke, coming to sit by my side again.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Brian asked, reaching for more tissues, the ones he had been using, now soaked and laying dis-guarded on the mattress.

My brother looked at me sympathetically, before turning his attention to his friend. "I'm not totally sure myself. I just got up to use the toilet and heard her crying and calling out to Shawn."

"What's up Missy?" Brian asked again, trying to get something useful out of me. When I didn't answer for fear of crying again, he sighed, and rested his hand again my forehead. It was calming, having physical contact, something to take my mind of my current state. "Dave, pass me the thermometer," he uttered. "She's got a fever, when was the last time her temperature was taken?" he asked, as he held it in my ear, waiting for it to beep.

"About- three hours ago," Daveresponded.

"Yep thirty-nine on the dot," Dave spoke moving the instrument away from me. "You have quite the fever Katie," he told me, moving to get the water bottle which Shawn had placed on the wardrobe, helping me to take small sips of the liquid.

"No wonder you're feeling so horrendous," Dave chimed as fixed my blanket up.

"Katie, where is the pain exactly?" Bri asked, sitting up, and moving the blanket aside.

"Here," I told him pointing once again to the spots I had shown D.

They shared a dark look between themselves, before Brian spoke up. "Katie, I need you to lie down again okay, I need to have a feel of your tummy." As he said this, Dave helped me to lay back, making sure that I was as comfortable as I could be, given the current situation. "Can I pull this up?" Brian asked, gesturing to my bed-shirt once I was situated the way they wanted me.

"He' will be as gentle as possible okay," Dave, tried to reassure me, taking my hand.

He felt around for a minute, before hitting the one spot on my right side. The pain was unbearable, and I nearly broke Dave's hand from holding it so tightly. "Please stop!" I begged, hot tears rolling down my face once again.

"I'm sorry Katie," Brian apologised, pulling my clothes back down.

"What's wrong with me D?" I asked, turning to my brother, who was now watching Brian very carefully.

"I can't be sure-" Brian started, "Dave, she hasn't had her appendix out has she?" he checked, watching me closely.

"No, she hasn't. Is that what you're thinking?" he asked, reaching for my phone that he had placed back only moments earlier.

"Well, I can't be sure until we run the usual tests, but when I just felt around that section of the abdomen was firm, and given the pain and fever, it wouldn't be surprising."

I couldn't work out if it made me anxious that Brian was talking like this. On the one hand, he was one of the best surgeons in the area, and the head of General Surgery at the hospital the guys worked at. On the flip side though, he was talking about my appendix, and running tests, and although I didn't understand exactly what this meant for me at that moment, I knew it probably wouldn't be good.

"I'm going to call Connor, let him know what's happening, try to get through to Luke again," he told Dave as he got up and left the room.

The room was quite for a few moments again, as Dave called Shawn again, this time though, it connected and I heard Shawn's muffled voice down the line.

"Shawn yeah it's me Dave, can you come home, it's urgent. Katie's woken in bad pain, we're thinking it could be her appendix, but she's been asking for you for the better part of twenty minutes now, and I doubt she'll let anyone else move her," he was quiet for a moment, before turning and handing the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

-Third Person-

"Shawn?" Katie whispered, down the line.

Hearing his love in so much pain broke the young doctor's heart. "I'm right here babe. I'm on my way," he spoke as he ran out the main doors and into the rain. Only stopping momentarily to let an emergency vehicle through.

"It hurts," Katie cried, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. She was usually strong, so for her to be in this emotional state, he knew the pain must be bad.

"Just hang tight for a few, I'll be there soon, Dave will look after you."

Dave and Brian, who had both heard the end of their conversation smiled.

The hospital was only five minutes from the house, but it took what felt like eternity for Shawn to come crashing through the door.

Katie could see from his attire that Shawn had been on-call, and immediately felt bad for pulling her boyfriend away from his responsibilities.

"Oh honey," he whispered, bending down to kneel beside the bed, kissing her forehead gently. "How long has she been like this?" he questioned, turning to his friends.

"I found her like this," Dave explained, pain clear on his face as he watched his little sister with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Katie muttered, hiding her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, just wanting the world to melt away.

"For what?" Shawn asked, moving back to look at his girlfriend. "There is nothing more important than you," he declared, kissing her gently again.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital Katie-Kat," Dave announced, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"No please," she begged, fear consuming her, her chest tightening at the thought of being in one of the places she hated the most.

"But we'll be able to give you pain meds there, and besides we don't have the right equipment here to deal with this. If something goes wrong, it could be very dangerous babe," Shawn tried to reason, feeling horrible that they couldn't just keep her at home and sort it out there.

"Promise?" she whispered, feeling helpless as she looked between her boyfriend and brother.

"We promise," they responded immediately, before starting to gather the necessary items for the trip to the hospital.

Five minutes later, Katie was wrapped in a blanket, Dave and Shawn having worked together to shift her off the bed, without causing any more pain, something which Katie found miraculous.

"You ready Princess?" Shawn asked, bundling Katie up in his arms, and making his way down to the car. They had decided that it would be quicker to drive, than wait for an ambulance, especially given that they had direct access to the urgent care unit.

Brian had called Connor on the way there, informing him that they would be needing a bed, and possibly an O.R., which Connor had no trouble securing as not only was he Deputy Head of General Surgery at the hospital, and well- respected by his colleagues, but the patient in question was the girlfriend and sister of the two most highly qualified doctors in the area.

The ride to the hospital was not pleasant, every little bump in the road sending white-hot pain through the affected area, Katie, being completely worn out physically and emotionally, was nothing more than a weeping mess when they finally made it to the entrance. Shawn, who had been trying his hardest to keep his hysterical girlfriend calm, so as not to exacerbate her symptoms, let out an auditory sigh of relief when he spotted, his friend, waiting with a gurney, and several nurses.

"She'll be fine mate," Connor promised, just above a whisper so that only Shawn could hear. He nodded, silently thanking his friend for the words of encouragement. Normally he would have had no issue in a situation like this, in-fact, his job entailed this type of situation daily. However, what Shawn was now finding out, was that no-one had told him what it would be like to deal with a loved one in a situation such as this. And It was horrible.

His heart broke into what felt like a thousand tiny pieces, as Katie let out an agonising cry of pain, when she was placed, however gently onto the gurney, it being lead at a rate of knots down the hospital halls and into a free bay.

Stopping to re-gather himself for a moment, he saw Dave, somehow managing to hold himself together, as he held his sister's hand in a silent show of comfort. Shawn really didn't know how he was doing it, but if her own brother could do it, surely, he could too. Shaking the ever-growing dread that was forming at the pit of his stomach, he ran to start assisting in getting Katie into a semi-stable condition.

"I need a standard dosage of pain medication for an I.V." Dave called, going to stand by his sister's side. "I'm going to get some pain medicine in you okay poppet," he spoke, moving the blankets out the way, freeing Katie's hand.

She groaned, but made no effort to move, alarming the four doctors, who knew only too well, how much she would normally fight the idea of needles.

-Katie-

I was aware of everything going on around me, people rushing in an out of the crowded room, the boys ordering fellow doctors and nurses around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

Shawn sat by me, as Dave set me up with an I.V., administering a dose of pain medicine, which helped almost immediately.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hmm," I responded, finally feeling a little more content.

The response seemed to satisfy him, as he went quiet, allowing me to close my eyes momentarily.

I wasn't aware that I had drifted off, but I must have, because the next thing I was aware of, was someone calling my name. When I didn't' respond, they tried again.

"Katie, can you open your eyes for me honey?" This time, I did as asked, blinding light clouding my vision temporarily. "How are you feeling?" Brian asked, standing at the end of my bed, chart in hand.

The room was unfamiliar to me. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he chuckled lightly and came to stand by my side. "We just finished surgery," he spoke, making my eyes go wide.

"What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling scratchy and dry.

"Connor performed an appendectomy," he responded, as he retrieved his stethoscope. "May I?" he asked. When I nodded, he placed the bell on my chest, listening to my heart.

"A what?" I asked, feeling no more informed. "You had your appendix out," he explained in layman's terms so that I could understand it.

"Oh," I was shocked, I knew that I was in pain, but I didn't realise it had been that bad.

"You're quite lucky actually, it ruptured, we caught it just in time, Shawn and Bri were beside themselves."

"Where?" I asked, wanting to know where they were, but not able to get anymore words out, over-whelming tiredness taking over.

"Cafeteria, they should be back in a minute," he reassured me with a smile.

Right on cue Connor, Shawn and Dave all walked through the door, food in hand. When they saw that I was awake, they all stopped running into one another like a set of dominoes.

Connor recovered the fastest, a smile lighting his face as he came over, "So the sleeping beauty has awoken I see."

Shawn looked as if he had been tasered, literally jumping back, forcing Dave to grab him to stop him hitting the ground. The shock only lasted a millisecond though, and before I could take another breath, he was wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest, as if his life depended on it.

"Shawn, gentle," Brian, warned, laughing at his eagerness, but making no move to stop his mate as he hopped onto the bed beside me, forcing our bodies against one another. Feeling his warmth sent a rush of security through me, and I just sat there in silence for a moment, trying to readjust.

Up close I could see the exhaustion, the toll that this had taken on him, his face looked sullen, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "I missed you so much!" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck and breathing heavily. It was a few moments before I realised that he was crying.

"I'm okay," I spoke, smiling, trying my hardest to convince him.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, kissing me desperately. "We all did."

"How bad?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer. He just looked at me and shook his head. "How bad?" I asked again, this time turning to my brother.

When he saw that I was addressing him, he rushed over, taking me in his arms, and hugging me, though much more carefully then Shawn had. After a moment, he stepped back, resting his hand on my shoulder. I took hold of his hand with my free one, keeping a firm grip on Shawn

"You coded," he spoke as if the words physically pained him to say. I didn't say anything, in truth, I didn't know how to respond, what do you say when someone tells you that you almost died? Everyone was quiet for a moment, just sat taking everything in, me, tracing the tattoos on Shawn's arm absent-mindedly.

Again, Connor, was the one to break the silence. "Katie, I just need to do your vitals okay, and check your wound, and then we'll let you sleep," he bargained, when I grimaced at the idea of being poked and prodded once again. "Just follow the light," he instructed, having pulled a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. I did as asked, and after a moment, he put it back, telling me there were no problems.

He was quick, Brian writing everything down on the chart, that he was still holding from when they came in.

"I'm just going to pull this up okay?" he checked that it was okay, before doing so. I winced slightly, earning an apologetic smile from Connor. "That's looking good," he spoke, re-dressing it, and re-situating the blankets so that I was kept warm.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Shawn whispered again, kissing my temple.

"I have to pee," I whispered against his cheek, making him laugh.

"Gee way to ruin a romantic moment," Dave snorted as he sat typing on his laptop, causing me to blush, and hide my face in Shawn's chest

"Nah, it's okay, do you want to use the bathroom?" Shawn queried, moving to get off the bed, before moving the pole which held the fluids out of the way.

"As apose to?" I questioned, feeling confused, as he helped me sit up.

"A bed pan," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I just stared at him for a moment, "Okay, so that's not going to happen, to the bathroom we go," he laughed, helping me manoeuvrer my way out of bed.

It was a slow process getting to the toilet, but he was patient, helping me to bare the weight where possible. Once I was situated, he turned, giving me privacy to do my business. Once I was done, and I had successfully been transferred back to my bed, I was able to relax a little more.

"Are you in pain?" Dave asked, watching as I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard bed.

I nodded,and within moments he was up and administering another dose of pain relievers in the tube sticking out of my arm.

"Thanks D," I mumbled, sleepily, bunking down, and snuggling into Shawn's side to try and stay warm.

"Here, this should help," I heard Dave say, before something extra soft and warm was placed over me. It felt like an electric blanket.

I hummed, finally content, letting myself drift off.

The next few days were okay, well, in between the hourly vitals checks done by the nurses and the daily dressing changes, and not to mention Dave and Connor forcing me to start walking around, something which I grumbled at them about for a solid half hour after the fact.

Finally, five full days after the operation Dave declared that I could go home on the condition that I promised to take it easy, and rest. After making me swear to it three times, he let Shawn remove my I.V. and help me into a wheelchair for the ride out to the car.

The drive home was quiet,Dave letting me rest my head on him as Shawn drove.

When we got home, they helped me up the stairs, all but ordering me to bed, persuading me by promising that we could eat pizza and watch crappy C grade chick-flicks all night.

As I fell asleep to the rise and fall of Shawn's chest, I found myself thinking just how lucky I really was. Lucky that I was alive, and lucky I had the guys to call family.

Reaching up, I pecked Shawn on the check, him leaning down and kissing back. "What was that for?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his face.

"Love you is all," I sighed, resting my head back on his chest, and letting the world fade out. 

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A Late Night Call

-Katie-

"Shawn" I called into the darkness, wanting the comfort of my boyfriend. We lived together in a house, along with his friends,Brian, Connor and Dave -who also happened to be my older brother.

When no response came, I started to get worried, I had been feeling unwell for the last several days, running fevers and feeling generally blah, but I had just woken up to bad pain in my abdomen. I had always hated being sick- not only because it obviously wasn't fun, but because I had a fear of doctors and hospitals. Something which wasn't helped by the fact my brother, my boyfriend and their friends were all doctors of some description. As a result, I had tried to avoid medical intervention as much as possible for pretty much my entire life, so twenty years, which both Dave and Shawn as Emergency physicians were not happy about.

Swallowing the lump that was now forming in my throat I called out again, "Shawn!" I tried, louder this time, hoping he had just gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Katie?" I heard a sleepy voice ask, before someone switched the lamp on beside my bed, causing me to close my eyes immediately. "Katie, what wrong honey?" I recognised the voice now as my older brother, I could hear the concern in his tone. "The heat pack didn't help?" he asked, sitting beside me and sighing.

"I hurt D," I whimpered, trying to move closer to him to gain some comfort, while not causing myself anymore pain.

"What do you mean it hurts?" he asked, switching into 'doctor mode'. I hated it when he did this, but even I knew that I needed help. Something wasn't right, and my only hope to get it fixed was letting my brother do his job. "I thought you just felt sick?" he asked, taking my hand to check my pulse.

"I did," I started, "Well, I had an achy tummy, around here," I explained, pointing to around my belly button. "But now it's REALLY hurting," I cried, just wanting him to make it stop.

"It's okay, I'm going to call Shawn okay? Bri!" he called, getting up and grabbing my cell phone of my bedside table, speed dialling Shawn's number.

"What's wrong David?" Bri grumbled, "It's two in the morning for goodness sake. I need my sleep man!" Dave just pointed, directing Brian's attention to me silently, waiting for Shawn to pick-up.

"Oh Katie, what's wrong buddy?" he asked, grabbing a tissue from the side table, before sitting down and gently wiping away the moisture that had accumulated from my face.

"Just make it stop!" I begged, trying desperately to find a more comfortable way to lie, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was now my sole focus.

A few more minutes past in which Brian tried, with almost no luck to calm me, telling me that everything would be okay. Dave took the phone away from his ear. "He must be in the middle of a consult, I kept getting the dial tone, I'll try in a few more minutes," he spoke, coming to sit by my side again.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Brian asked, reaching for more tissues, the ones he had been using, now soaked and laying dis-guarded on the mattress.

My brother looked at me sympathetically, before turning his attention to his friend. "I'm not totally sure myself. I just got up to use the toilet and heard her crying and calling out to Shawn."

"What's up Missy?" Brian asked again, trying to get something useful out of me. When I didn't answer for fear of crying again, he sighed, and rested his hand again my forehead. It was calming, having physical contact, something to take my mind of my current state. "Dave, pass me the thermometer," he uttered. "She's got a fever, when was the last time her temperature was taken?" he asked, as he held it in my ear, waiting for it to beep.

"About- three hours ago," Daveresponded.

"Yep thirty-nine on the dot," Dave spoke moving the instrument away from me. "You have quite the fever Katie," he told me, moving to get the water bottle which Shawn had placed on the wardrobe, helping me to take small sips of the liquid.

"No wonder you're feeling so horrendous," Dave chimed as fixed my blanket up.

"Katie, where is the pain exactly?" Bri asked, sitting up, and moving the blanket aside.

"Here," I told him pointing once again to the spots I had shown D.

They shared a dark look between themselves, before Brian spoke up. "Katie, I need you to lie down again okay, I need to have a feel of your tummy." As he said this, Dave helped me to lay back, making sure that I was as comfortable as I could be, given the current situation. "Can I pull this up?" Brian asked, gesturing to my bed-shirt once I was situated the way they wanted me.

"He' will be as gentle as possible okay," Dave, tried to reassure me, taking my hand.

He felt around for a minute, before hitting the one spot on my right side. The pain was unbearable, and I nearly broke Dave's hand from holding it so tightly. "Please stop!" I begged, hot tears rolling down my face once again.

"I'm sorry Katie," Brian apologised, pulling my clothes back down.

"What's wrong with me D?" I asked, turning to my brother, who was now watching Brian very carefully.

"I can't be sure-" Brian started, "Dave, she hasn't had her appendix out has she?" he checked, watching me closely.

"No, she hasn't. Is that what you're thinking?" he asked, reaching for my phone that he had placed back only moments earlier.

"Well, I can't be sure until we run the usual tests, but when I just felt around that section of the abdomen was firm, and given the pain and fever, it wouldn't be surprising."

I couldn't work out if it made me anxious that Brian was talking like this. On the one hand, he was one of the best surgeons in the area, and the head of General Surgery at the hospital the guys worked at. On the flip side though, he was talking about my appendix, and running tests, and although I didn't understand exactly what this meant for me at that moment, I knew it probably wouldn't be good.

"I'm going to call Connor, let him know what's happening, try to get through to Luke again," he told Dave as he got up and left the room.

The room was quite for a few moments again, as Dave called Shawn again, this time though, it connected and I heard Shawn's muffled voice down the line.

"Shawn yeah it's me Dave, can you come home, it's urgent. Katie's woken in bad pain, we're thinking it could be her appendix, but she's been asking for you for the better part of twenty minutes now, and I doubt she'll let anyone else move her," he was quiet for a moment, before turning and handing the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

-Third Person-

"Shawn?" Katie whispered, down the line.

Hearing his love in so much pain broke the young doctor's heart. "I'm right here babe. I'm on my way," he spoke as he ran out the main doors and into the rain. Only stopping momentarily to let an emergency vehicle through.

"It hurts," Katie cried, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. She was usually strong, so for her to be in this emotional state, he knew the pain must be bad.

"Just hang tight for a few, I'll be there soon, Dave will look after you."

Dave and Brian, who had both heard the end of their conversation smiled.

The hospital was only five minutes from the house, but it took what felt like eternity for Shawn to come crashing through the door.

Katie could see from his attire that Shawn had been on-call, and immediately felt bad for pulling her boyfriend away from his responsibilities.

"Oh honey," he whispered, bending down to kneel beside the bed, kissing her forehead gently. "How long has she been like this?" he questioned, turning to his friends.

"I found her like this," Dave explained, pain clear on his face as he watched his little sister with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Katie muttered, hiding her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, just wanting the world to melt away.

"For what?" Shawn asked, moving back to look at his girlfriend. "There is nothing more important than you," he declared, kissing her gently again.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital Katie-Kat," Dave announced, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"No please," she begged, fear consuming her, her chest tightening at the thought of being in one of the places she hated the most.

"But we'll be able to give you pain meds there, and besides we don't have the right equipment here to deal with this. If something goes wrong, it could be very dangerous babe," Shawn tried to reason, feeling horrible that they couldn't just keep her at home and sort it out there.

"Promise?" she whispered, feeling helpless as she looked between her boyfriend and brother.

"We promise," they responded immediately, before starting to gather the necessary items for the trip to the hospital.

Five minutes later, Katie was wrapped in a blanket, Dave and Shawn having worked together to shift her off the bed, without causing any more pain, something which Katie found miraculous.

"You ready Princess?" Shawn asked, bundling Katie up in his arms, and making his way down to the car. They had decided that it would be quicker to drive, than wait for an ambulance, especially given that they had direct access to the urgent care unit.

Brian had called Connor on the way there, informing him that they would be needing a bed, and possibly an O.R., which Connor had no trouble securing as not only was he Deputy Head of General Surgery at the hospital, and well- respected by his colleagues, but the patient in question was the girlfriend and sister of the two most highly qualified doctors in the area.

The ride to the hospital was not pleasant, every little bump in the road sending white-hot pain through the affected area, Katie, being completely worn out physically and emotionally, was nothing more than a weeping mess when they finally made it to the entrance. Shawn, who had been trying his hardest to keep his hysterical girlfriend calm, so as not to exacerbate her symptoms, let out an auditory sigh of relief when he spotted, his friend, waiting with a gurney, and several nurses.

"She'll be fine mate," Connor promised, just above a whisper so that only Shawn could hear. He nodded, silently thanking his friend for the words of encouragement. Normally he would have had no issue in a situation like this, in-fact, his job entailed this type of situation daily. However, what Shawn was now finding out, was that no-one had told him what it would be like to deal with a loved one in a situation such as this. And It was horrible.

His heart broke into what felt like a thousand tiny pieces, as Katie let out an agonising cry of pain, when she was placed, however gently onto the gurney, it being lead at a rate of knots down the hospital halls and into a free bay.

Stopping to re-gather himself for a moment, he saw Dave, somehow managing to hold himself together, as he held his sister's hand in a silent show of comfort. Shawn really didn't know how he was doing it, but if her own brother could do it, surely, he could too. Shaking the ever-growing dread that was forming at the pit of his stomach, he ran to start assisting in getting Katie into a semi-stable condition.

"I need a standard dosage of pain medication for an I.V." Dave called, going to stand by his sister's side. "I'm going to get some pain medicine in you okay poppet," he spoke, moving the blankets out the way, freeing Katie's hand.

She groaned, but made no effort to move, alarming the four doctors, who knew only too well, how much she would normally fight the idea of needles.

-Katie-

I was aware of everything going on around me, people rushing in an out of the crowded room, the boys ordering fellow doctors and nurses around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

Shawn sat by me, as Dave set me up with an I.V., administering a dose of pain medicine, which helped almost immediately.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hmm," I responded, finally feeling a little more content.

The response seemed to satisfy him, as he went quiet, allowing me to close my eyes momentarily.

I wasn't aware that I had drifted off, but I must have, because the next thing I was aware of, was someone calling my name. When I didn't' respond, they tried again.

"Katie, can you open your eyes for me honey?" This time, I did as asked, blinding light clouding my vision temporarily. "How are you feeling?" Brian asked, standing at the end of my bed, chart in hand.

The room was unfamiliar to me. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he chuckled lightly and came to stand by my side. "We just finished surgery," he spoke, making my eyes go wide.

"What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling scratchy and dry.

"Connor performed an appendectomy," he responded, as he retrieved his stethoscope. "May I?" he asked. When I nodded, he placed the bell on my chest, listening to my heart.

"A what?" I asked, feeling no more informed. "You had your appendix out," he explained in layman's terms so that I could understand it.

"Oh," I was shocked, I knew that I was in pain, but I didn't realise it had been that bad.

"You're quite lucky actually, it ruptured, we caught it just in time, Shawn and Bri were beside themselves."

"Where?" I asked, wanting to know where they were, but not able to get anymore words out, over-whelming tiredness taking over.

"Cafeteria, they should be back in a minute," he reassured me with a smile.

Right on cue Connor, Shawn and Dave all walked through the door, food in hand. When they saw that I was awake, they all stopped running into one another like a set of dominoes.

Connor recovered the fastest, a smile lighting his face as he came over, "So the sleeping beauty has awoken I see."

Shawn looked as if he had been tasered, literally jumping back, forcing Dave to grab him to stop him hitting the ground. The shock only lasted a millisecond though, and before I could take another breath, he was wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest, as if his life depended on it.

"Shawn, gentle," Brian, warned, laughing at his eagerness, but making no move to stop his mate as he hopped onto the bed beside me, forcing our bodies against one another. Feeling his warmth sent a rush of security through me, and I just sat there in silence for a moment, trying to readjust.

Up close I could see the exhaustion, the toll that this had taken on him, his face looked sullen, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "I missed you so much!" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck and breathing heavily. It was a few moments before I realised that he was crying.

"I'm okay," I spoke, smiling, trying my hardest to convince him.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, kissing me desperately. "We all did."

"How bad?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer. He just looked at me and shook his head. "How bad?" I asked again, this time turning to my brother.

When he saw that I was addressing him, he rushed over, taking me in his arms, and hugging me, though much more carefully then Shawn had. After a moment, he stepped back, resting his hand on my shoulder. I took hold of his hand with my free one, keeping a firm grip on Shawn

"You coded," he spoke as if the words physically pained him to say. I didn't say anything, in truth, I didn't know how to respond, what do you say when someone tells you that you almost died? Everyone was quiet for a moment, just sat taking everything in, me, tracing the tattoos on Shawn's arm absent-mindedly.

Again, Connor, was the one to break the silence. "Katie, I just need to do your vitals okay, and check your wound, and then we'll let you sleep," he bargained, when I grimaced at the idea of being poked and prodded once again. "Just follow the light," he instructed, having pulled a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. I did as asked, and after a moment, he put it back, telling me there were no problems.

He was quick, Brian writing everything down on the chart, that he was still holding from when they came in.

"I'm just going to pull this up okay?" he checked that it was okay, before doing so. I winced slightly, earning an apologetic smile from Connor. "That's looking good," he spoke, re-dressing it, and re-situating the blankets so that I was kept warm.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Shawn whispered again, kissing my temple.

"I have to pee," I whispered against his cheek, making him laugh.

"Gee way to ruin a romantic moment," Dave snorted as he sat typing on his laptop, causing me to blush, and hide my face in Shawn's chest

"Nah, it's okay, do you want to use the bathroom?" Shawn queried, moving to get off the bed, before moving the pole which held the fluids out of the way.

"As apose to?" I questioned, feeling confused, as he helped me sit up.

"A bed pan," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I just stared at him for a moment, "Okay, so that's not going to happen, to the bathroom we go," he laughed, helping me manoeuvrer my way out of bed.

It was a slow process getting to the toilet, but he was patient, helping me to bare the weight where possible. Once I was situated, he turned, giving me privacy to do my business. Once I was done, and I had successfully been transferred back to my bed, I was able to relax a little more.

"Are you in pain?" Dave asked, watching as I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard bed.

I nodded,and within moments he was up and administering another dose of pain relievers in the tube sticking out of my arm.

"Thanks D," I mumbled, sleepily, bunking down, and snuggling into Shawn's side to try and stay warm.

"Here, this should help," I heard Dave say, before something extra soft and warm was placed over me. It felt like an electric blanket.

I hummed, finally content, letting myself drift off.

The next few days were okay, well, in between the hourly vitals checks done by the nurses and the daily dressing changes, and not to mention Dave and Connor forcing me to start walking around, something which I grumbled at them about for a solid half hour after the fact.

Finally, five full days after the operation Dave declared that I could go home on the condition that I promised to take it easy, and rest. After making me swear to it three times, he let Shawn remove my I.V. and help me into a wheelchair for the ride out to the car.

The drive home was quiet,Dave letting me rest my head on him as Shawn drove.

When we got home, they helped me up the stairs, all but ordering me to bed, persuading me by promising that we could eat pizza and watch crappy C grade chick-flicks all night.

As I fell asleep to the rise and fall of Shawn's chest, I found myself thinking just how lucky I really was. Lucky that I was alive, and lucky I had the guys to call family.

Reaching up, I pecked Shawn on the check, him leaning down and kissing back. "What was that for?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his face.

"Love you is all," I sighed, resting my head back on his chest, and letting the world fade out. 

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