#questions of hippa

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as with the concepts of terminology when OBGYN's and gynecologists' discuss reproductive biology, the term of 'pro-choice' needs careful dissection.

pro-choice is not a simple yes or no answer. it's not a "will I keep this baby or not" It's a fucked up super complex narrative of biology, quality of life, and prospects for thriving. One that should be viewed through the lens of trained medical professionals and the ones closest to the epicenter of that damn uterus thing.

not the fucking clown state.

And the fact that the clown state and government of the pissoffs don't understand that is both frustrating - its like trying to wrestle arsenic from an toddler.

When the mom to be goes to the doctor and they say, "We'll, you have something growing in you. the child has no spinal cord, its nasal cavity has not fully formed and the brain is developing in your kidneys. But we'll wait and see because things might work out because that heart beat is sort of arrhythmic but that'll might fix itself on its own." THERE MIGHT BE A DISCUSSION ON WHETHER OR NOT THIS PREGNANCY SHOULD CONTINUE.

The sad truth is that biology is a fucking mess. Sometimes a fetus just is a clump of cells that fuck up so bad, but damn do they know how to jam out a heartbeat. Sometimes the pregnancy can't abort naturally because the fetus pieces are still wired into the umbellical - but EVEN THEN its become outlawed in some states for women to naturally abort a pregnancy when the baby has natural death in the womb. Maybe the brain died and the uterus did the decent thing and pronounced the body dead and ejected the corpse.

On the other spectrum, if ultrasound it is found the baby has a fully formed skull and brain, heartbeat is strong... but fuck it all, where are the arms and legs? The parents can still have a deep and involved conversation if this pregnancy should be continued. Are the parents financially stable, to where they can make up the medical needs of this complicated pregnancy. Can they provide for a child who will need mobility assistance, in a world that is volatile towards those who require assistance and accessibility?

Because once that infant has exited the womb, all care and concerns for their eventual is gone. The state wants no more involvement with that child, the pro-lifers (lol) are going to blame the parents for everything that goes wrong with the kid - but we all know pro-lifers don't do anything to support, aside from defund meal plans. (wait that's not helping).

Back on topic, it's a choice of what to do in such areas where the parents and doctors are involved with the 'choices' around their soon to be child. If or not they should risk a pregnancy if the fetus is compromised, not thriving, or found to have suffered death. The access to medical assistance if the fetus is in distress, or if that pregnancy is endangering a parent, or the miscarriage that resulted was not completed. Where or not the parents themselves feel confident in carrying for a child that requires extensive assistance or medical aid throughout their life- and extensive by definition is that of mechanical support, feeding, tending, protections, advocacy.

If parents doubt the quality of life for themselves or the child is worth pursuing, that the pain their sentiments have will be more damning to their child than beneficial - those parents should have autonomy over the choice of if or not to follow through with a pregnancy.

[vanilleandclove]

not a lot, just forever; jack abbot x f!trauma surgeon!reader 

in the cusp of fall and summer, fear comes knocking on your home, just before you settled on a paint color for the nursery. 

warnings: light smut, braxton hicks, preterm birth, evil turned supportive mothers, emotional wrecks (sorry doctor abbot there will be no peace yet), robby and jack get no peace, but at least they get a private wedding, reader is bilingual, patient language barrier & deportation mention word count: 4.6k notes: i’m a preemie baby- 24-weeker to be exact! take the medicality of this as outdated as possible because im damn near 20. asked my mom a whole lotta questions now she thinks i’m pregnant- i sacrifice a lot for this. this is the second to the last main part- meaning i’ll do requests on any point of this pairings relationship timeline, i just will branch out to different characters + dynamics in different stories! spanish translations at the bottom! — also i included diego’s story because my dad had something similar happen to him, NO ONE, especially a DOCTOR, should/can be able to release your immigration status without breaking HIPPA and civil laws and nulling the case in void!

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“And... there’s baby Abbot” Jenna told both you and Jack, his hand resting itself in your hair, his breathing erratic from excitement on one side the other was overwhelmed with nerves adjusting to his new found sense of pride. The gel felt warm now, as your body got used to the ultrasound check ups. 

You were just shy of approaching 23 weeks, so far no complications except two singular cases of Braxton Hicks, in albeit weird circumstances.

“Fuck baby right there” you moaned, legs spread and pinned down on your bed. Your hands gripping onto your now marital sheets. 

You and Jack decided to bite the bullet and just have a courthouse wedding- in the meantime, you wanted him to have any and all authority when it came to your medical decisions if you were unconscious and not able. It was an intimate thing to be in charge of each other's healthcare, trusting no one else- minus Dana, Bridget, Heather, and Robby- to make adequate and justified decisions.

His head found his way to your pelvis, his curls, styled and grey, tickled your skin. His tongue circling your clit as slowly as possible and hands caressing your skin gracefully. 

Your body convulsed lightly as your high neared just before your back shot up in pain, “Jack- Jack, stop” you groaned, the pain almost paralyzing you, you immediately looked down to see Jack confused, “Did my water break?”.

“I wouldn’t call cumming your water breaking- what’s wrong?” he sighed, confused at your urgency, his face coated with your cum. 

“Fuck it hurts” your voice shuddered, hand cascading to your growing belly, Jack immediately got up to get your clothes and his. “I can’t be laboring, I'm only 20 weeks” you began to panic, Jack looked at you in your eyes, engulfing the fear. 

“Okay ten minutes and lots of water” Jack told you, running out of the bedroom to go to the kitchen, leaving you confused.

“What?” you breathed.

He made his way back with his water jug and phone set to 10 minutes, “Braxton Hicks, they’re not consistent contractions so 10 minutes to see if they become consistent, they’re eased with hydration so water” he helped you get a nightgown on your body, easing your sweat with the A/C on, “Plus your cervix isn’t dilated”.

You smiled both with relief and humor, forgetting your husband was just intimately close to you. Able to breathe gracefully for the rest of the night.

You weren’t showing as much, if you pulled your scrubs tight, you’d be able to tell you were pregnant but, you opted to keep it a secret. That’s when the second scare happened.

“Diego soy Doctor L/n, voy a realizar su cirugía hoy OK mijo?” you spoke up masked and all, “Jamie alert his family, we should be done in under 30 minutes”. 

Diego was a six year old boy, his adopted parents didn’t speak a lick of spanish, therefore a lot of pain was lost in translation. It was 3 am, something in your bones sensed he had appendicitis. Sure enough, after his CT and ultrasound, a red, angry appendix stood there highlighted on the scan. Within 2 minutes of going down to alert his family, his appendix ruptured. With that every parent's nightmare came to light, luckily you eased both Diego and his parent’s worries.

“Alguna petición de música?” You asked the young boy as they put his hair cap on, “De donde eres?” you asked once again.

“Juanga!” he requested, his front teeth gone leading to a slight lisp, “Y Xochimilco” he answered.

“Ay Xochimilco, es muy hermosa allí” you smile through your mask, “Soy de Boston, mi marido es de aquí, Pittsburgh” you pat his covered hair lightly, “Voy a cuidar de ti mijo” you assured him, gaining a toothy smile from him as they administered the anesthesia.

“OK, Diego, voy a necesitar que cuentes de diez a uno” you instructed him. 

“Diez, nueve, ocho, siete…” he trailed off as he lulled to sleep.

“Jamie, can you play Juan Gabriel please?” you asked as she reached for your phone. 

You started to remove his appendix just before sepsis was able to reach into his blood, he and his family were lucky. 15 minutes later, you sent him off to post-op so you could talk to his parents.

“Diego is okay, he’s a very attentive and smart kid, he’s in post-op, mom if you want to go up there” you told them, shrugging off your surgical gown, your belly lightly showing. 

“It’s okay” she sniffled, “I just don’t know how you did that- I’ve tried so hard to learn and it’s just hard” she vented, “Thank you, so much”.

You licked your lips, “Diego is from a place called Xochimilco, it’s in Mexico City” you told her, “My husband and I vacation in Mexico every year, maybe one day, you and Diego can accompany us”. 

Her husband stood next to her, smiling at you before engulfing you into a hug. “Diego’s parents got deported two weeks before he was born, he ended up being born in Guerrero I think, his mom made sure her sister took care of him in Utah”.

“Then her sister couldn’t handle parenting him and taking care of her mom so he ended up in the system” his mom confessed to you, “We adopted him two years ago, I don’t want him to have to learn a language out of convenience for us especially when it’s rejecting his own mother tongue”. 

“Doctor L/n, we have some people downstairs looking for you” Bridget spoke up in the corridor, her eyes laced with urgency.

“Post-op is a floor above us, I’ll have my scrub nurse show you the way, we’ll speak again when Diego wakes up” you told them, nodding with a smile. 

You immediately made your way downstairs to be interrupted with two immigration officers.

“Can I help you two?” you asked, furrowed brows and all, from your peripheral you saw Jack doing charting with his glasses on. 

“We got a tip that you were operating on a noncitizen” one of them spoke up, squaring his chests up, “We need you to release any and all records of them to our custody as well as the patient”. 

You remained puzzled, “That’s a violation of HIPPA, I legally can not confirm or deny a patient being operated on if you don’t have durable power of attorney for medical care or a guardian” you told them both, “have your supervisor contact our management, I am not releasing shit to you”. 

“Are we going to have a problem ma’am?” the other spoke up, hand going to his belt that held his gun and taser. 

“I don’t know?” you quipped giving them a fake smile in return, taking a place behind Bridget’s computer, “You’re not above the constitution, neither am I, yet only one of us is upholding it” you argued, “Take your leave, we have sick people all around us and we don’t need you both to be worrying them”. 

They nodded, sparing you a deathly glance, you sighed yet again. “My name is Doctor Y/n L/n, I am the department head of trauma surgery and this entire emergency wing, if your supervisors want to arrest me they can go right ahead, hell even give them my board and union contact info” you shrugged before they went off.

You felt a slight pain in your belly as your baby kicked, “I know mama, dumbass motherfuckers” you rubbed the place your baby’s foot landed, Jack’s hand finding purchase on yours.

“Pretty sexy watching you talk back” he muttered, not too close for other’s to file an HR complaint. 

“What I do best” your fingers mingled with his, “Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t”.

Within ten seconds it felt like you had another shot of Braxton Hicks. The pain riveting to your bones leading your body to tense up against your husband.

“10 minutes and water babe” he told you, before taking his leave to his patients even though he’d rather be with you and by your side. You nodded in response, taking a seat on Bridget’s desk chair.

Then came now, two weeks later, at 25 weeks, waking up in a pool of your amniotic fluid, scared shitless as Jack packed your bag and got your slippers. Salty tears streaming down your face from the pain and panic.

“Baby hold onto my arms and push up” he told you, voice raspy from the sleep that was wearing off from him, helping your shaky hands grab onto him as he led you through the house into the garage.

“I’m leaking” you whispered to him, crying more and more.

“I know baby that happens” he told you as he anchored you into your car, the truck would put too much strain from jumping in and out.

You both made it to the hospital within 10 minutes, it was 4 am, you were supposed to be on day shift today. Both Emery and Parker took your bag and wheeled you in as Jack ran off to Bridget asking her to page your OB. 

“Em get Jack please” you whimpered, vision blurring from the combination of exhaustion and tears, your hands still shaking of anxiety.

“He’s right here babe” Emery told you, rubbing your shoulders, “Jack we’re taking her up” you heard her shout.

You held Parker’s hand, not straining your body to squeeze but just enough. Feeling your contractions jolt through your body. You were scared, in pain, and filled with confusion. It was like time went by in a blur as you felt your consciousness slip away from you. 

“Parker what’s happening?” your voice was raised as you finally gained agency over yourself and body again, slightly panicking. 

“Honey you’re going to the maternity ward” she responded, holding your hand tighter.

“It’s Doctor Y/n L/n Jesus fucking christ, she’s laboring way before her due date; what the fuck do you mean you don’t have a bed! It’s an emergency! Call Jenna” Emery’s voice emerged.

You groaned as another contraction hit, looking down at your legs and seeing light pink blood trickle down. “Parker I’m bleeding” you shakily spoke up.

She looked down to your legs, squeezing your hand tighter, “It’s normal mama, your water broke” she told you, kissing the top of your head.

“Abbot said take her up to surgery, they’re doing a C-section” the nurse told Emery.

“By the time they’re fucking done there better be a damn bed” Emery responded, walking back to you and Parker.

You don’t remember anything until you reached the operating room, when Parker and Emery gowned you in front of your co-workers. Your vision increasingly blurred until you felt Jack’s cold hand to help you get on the table, putting on your hair net and grip socks, making sure to kiss you. 

“Abbot you can’t be in the room while operating” you heard Jenna’s voice amidst the protests of Jack’s voice, “I can’t trust you’ll be rash if something happens- there’s no time for an epidural, we’re doing general anesthesia”. 

“I am staying here Jenna, I’ll let you do your thing but if either of them circle the drain, I am saving my wife” he urged her. 

“Jack, baby” you spoke up, not able to move the hands that were escaping your control from the anesthesia. 

“I’m right here baby” he answered, seeing his hazel irises through the mask and goggles, “I love you”. 

You’d later find out from Jack the nightmare that ensued after your baby- your beautiful and strong daughter was taken to the NICU. 

“Jack she is hemorrhaging, get out of the room now!” Jenna yelled at him, frozen still and taking place at your head, “Ordering a blood transfusion, starting uterine massage, Abbot I can not have you in here”.

“You think I’m going to leave you to hack-“.

“You aren’t, but the second you cross the line you are out of this room”.

All he could do was nod, seeing your skin become pale and clammy, your lips separating and breathing slow. All his focus on you, you looked peaceful to the point where it scared him, the wrinkle on your forehead from your brow furrowing had eased. Your numbers were climbing, skin regaining its color, he felt at ease as you came back. 

“Baby is healthy but they have her on CPAP to help her breathe, d’wanna go see her?”.

“Can you call Collins up please, so she can be with Y/n” Jack asked, eyes remaining on you. It pained him to leave you alone, but he knew he couldn’t leave the life you just brought into the world alone either. 

Giving you a kiss on the lips before leaving and running down to the NICU, he was met with the shoulder of Robby. 

“Brother?” Michael voiced, confused, he knew you both were here, he even went to go see the baby just beforehand since he wasn’t able to go into the operating room.

With that, Jack instantly broke the rough exterior he’s been putting on for the past several hours, allowing him to cry in the arms of his best friend. He knew you both were fine, the fear of fatherhood loomed over him as he gained the new title.

Jack sobbed into Robby’s arms as if it were going to make the overall situation easier to understand and handle. His two girls were fighting to live. 

“She’s beautiful Jack” Robby told him, walking with him to the NICU.

Seeing your daughter, one that was innocent, yet going through so much pain that she couldn’t even comprehend. One that embodied all of you and all of him at the same time, he already would do anything and everything to protect his daughter. As much as he wanted to touch her, the nurses said to wait it out as they pushed her medicine, she needed to grow stronger.

He could only break. 

“I need to go back to her, she’s gonna wake up and wonder where I am” Jack sniffled, not able to look at your tiny baby. 

Robby walked him back to you, now in the post-op wing, waiting to wake up from the anesthesia. He saw you breathing even out and stagger, your eyes moving beneath your eyelids, he saw you in a position he’s seen near hundreds of people- never thinking it’d be you.

He held your hands that ran cold from the air conditioner, staring at your face as if he was studying it. Jenna had walked in and her voice fell upon deaf ears.

“Her hemorrhaging stopped quickly, she’s not completely out of the blue but there's nothing to fear anymore. She needs time and to heal Jack, I ask peds for an update on baby Abbot, Doctor Varma said she is strong, no bad reactions to medication or the steroids- they do want to keep her until her organs are fully developed” Jenna told him as you began to groggily wake up. 

“Jack?” you groaned lightly, “Ow”.

“Hey baby” he responded to you, “How are you feeling?”.

“Ow, ow” you groaned louder, “I’m sorry- I’m sorry” you repeated.

“She’s weaning off the anesthesia, it’s normal Abbot” Jenna whispered, “They’re going to take her to a room in maternity- Walsh almost smacked the receptionist”. 

Jack chuckled under his breath, reminding himself to thank Emery later. Looking back at you to see you falling back asleep from the morphine Jenna pushed through your IV. He was happy to hear your voice again, to see your eyes open for the first time in what seemed like forever. Beside you as they wheeled you to the maternity ward. 

“Okay we’re going to lift he-“ a nurse spoke up as you pulled yourself up from your elbows and onto the other bed, not a second went by for thought, Jack looked at you with both pain and awe in his eyes. 

“I’m okay” you shrugged off, “How’s the baby?”.

“In a better spot than you mom, your hemorrhage put your stats way too low for comfort, we want to keep you on observation every hour to drain” Jenna told you, “Everything else is fine love, your blood count is dangerously low however and we may need to push another transfusion. Your baby is healthy all things considered, she is a crier though so good luck”.

“We have a daughter?” you looked at Jack, tiredness encircled his eyes like a vice. He could only nod and kiss your hand, you teared up from the act, not caring for the pain that began to creep up through your incision. 

“She’s beautiful” he whispered, crying into your hands. 

“Can I see her?” you asked, looking at Jenna.

“Not today mama, I want you to regain some strength, let baby sleep as much as she can and then tomorrow morning or maybe tonight, we’ll see” Jenna told you, “I have to round, I’ll check up on you both when I can”.

You nodded, turning your attention back to Jack, “We have a baby” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

“Yes we do” he responded, holding your hands tighter, “How are you feeling baby- scared me back there?”.

“Good, a little sore, what happened?”.

“You started hemorrhaging” Jack recounted, “Thought you were gonna leave me baby I-“.

You started to cry as you saw his face fall, staring intensely in your eyes, “It’s okay, I’m okay” you reassured him, “We’re the bees…”.

“Oh god” he laughed through the sobs, “That protect the hive”.

“We’re going to be okay my love” you told him, “Luckily the worst part is over, OH MY GOD” you gasped towards the end.

“What?”.

“We never painted the nursery!” you sighed, “It’s just bare walls Jack”.

“Baby we have time” he chuckled as a nurse came knocking on the doorframe.

“Hey, we have some visitors but I just wanted to make sure they’re clear?”.

“I’ll go down, be right back baby” Jack kissed your forehead as he walked out, going downstairs towards the reception area.

“Jack?” a voice spoke up.

“Y/m/n?”.

“How’s my daughter?” your mother asked, “Heather called, Y/n told her she wanted to see me-“.

“Everyone says things when they’re on propofol Y/m/n- now’s not the time-“.

“Make it the time Jack, my daughter is in a hospital bed with a baby on the-“.

“Your granddaughter is upstairs in the NICU, I can show you where she is, as for Y/n, you can see her tomorrow if you feel so inclined” Jack told her.

“I flew out here Jack, immediately-“.

“When she needed you, you weren’t there” Jack started, “You shunned her off, made her feel like it was her fault, there is a reason she didn’t tell you about this, why she wanted to exclude you from this”. 

“I am her mother Jack, I will always be there for-“.

“You want to be there for her?” Jack spat lightly, “Call, don’t just call at 3 am asking for medical advice. Be there for her for once in your life, not just there to see her sister or talk about her. Be proud of her, Y/m/n, because I swear to god, I’ve seen you break her heart for years; just for you to love and be proud of her- for the damn decade I’ve been in love with your daughter. As much as I can guess you want to be there for her- just, not now”. 

Jack left your mother speechless, “I’ll stay at the house, until she comes home” she nodded, swallowing her tears. 

“Take my key” he muttered, reaching into the pocket that held your car keys, unbinding the house key. 

When he walked back to you, he saw you on your phone, puzzled by the amount of people you made Heather call for you.

“Who was it?”.

“Your mom, she’s going to the house right now” he told you, grabbing a hold of your hand as he sat down once more, “She wanted to come but-“.

“Thank you” you read all over his face the truth, “God I love you” you blurted, amazed of how well you knew Jack- how well he knew you, “Fuck our baby is an Abbot”.

“Would you want it any other way?”.

“The hyphenation would’ve been nice”. 

A moment of silence was spared between the two of you, Jack’s memory of you flashed between his eyes and mind within the span of seconds as he stared into your soul, “Do you remember the first surgery we did together?”.

“How could I not, Greene almost choked you out” you laughed.

“Scalpel” you spoke up, shaking slightly from the sheer impatience and frustration that surrounded you in the operating room. Greene was out of reach, you had wheeled this poor old woman in the OR thinking she’d have a more qualified surgeon, “Doctor Abbot what do I do?”.

It was your first year of residency, first couple months of routinely fucking Jack, hell you even stayed over at his house the night before last, your clothes still smelt like him- you were pretty sure your underwear had his cum stained on them. 

“You know what to do” he whispered to you, handing you the scalpel, “Breathe Doctor L/n”.

You took one deep breath before precisely dragging and incision into the woman’s chest to open her chest cavity, “Spreader, please”. 

As you held the woman’s heart in your hands to stimulate it, therein revealed the absorbed bullet from years past in her lungs, “Holy shit” you breathed. Investing your whole power and time to extract the foreign object, “She’s lucky it was duller than my kitchen knives”. 

“Excellent work Rambo” Jack breathed, “I’ll help close”. 

Upon saying that it was as if Jack had jinxed both of you, her heartbeat became erratic from the lack of stimulation, “Stimulate the heart Doctor Abbot, Susan go get an electrode catheter please” you spoke up, successfully packing the bullet and small wound in her lung.

“Electrode cath?”.

“She has an arrhythmia, we can correct it with a cardiac ablation” you spoke up with confidence, Susan handing you the catheter, “Close her up for me Doctor Abbot, I’ll handle the ablation”. 

When Greene saw yours and Jack’s name occupying the OR board, he made sure to give you both a lesson.

“I don’t know who is more reckless, the emergency physician attending or R1 with a bigger ego to account for this” he spoke up, fingers finding themselves soothing the pressure in his sinus, “As much as you did a good job Doctor L/n-“.

“She did a cardiac ablation and a cardiothoracic repair that not even a cardio fellow could do- under an hour and with no back-up surgeon” Jack defended you, “With all due respect Greene, she handled the fuck out of the emergency department- I couldn’t- I haven’t seen something like that- ever, not even on the field. She did a REBOA-“.

“You what?” Greene spat, worry and his paycheck benefits flashed before his eyes, “For the fucking love of god please tell you had an attending to supervise”.

“Amina had a panic attack and went home early, Doctor Greene I was the only possible-“.

“Is the patient alive?”.

“Yes, alert and talking to his wife in South 6, we’re keeping them for observation” you answered.

“Good”. 

You could finally breathe the second Greene left, “Thank you for that” you spoke up as you and Jack made your way to the nurses station.

“No problem Rambo” he answered, “To be honest, I couldn’t even do what you did down here Y/n”.

“First name basis now?”.

Jack lowered his voice before speaking up, “You had my cum in you 24 hours ago, we’re beyond a first name basis Doctor L/n”.

“Do you think we’re going to tell her how mommy fell in love with daddy or just say we automatically knew” you joked, looking at the rings that knocked together amongst your hands.

“I knew” he spoke up, “Not the first day of knowing you, you were just minuscule then, but after the first week, I knew I wanted to be with you”. 

“Hm” you breathed, “I knew when you ghosted me and I was hurt from losing the best sex of my life”. 

“Daddy was a dumbass then”. 

“Yes, he was,” you laughed, “I love you Jack Abbot”. 

“I love you Y/n L/n”.

“I come bearing good news” Heather knocked on the doorframe, “Baby Abbot is kicking, Jenna wanted me to send the news so mama can get some baby time” she smiled, “She’s gorgeous Y/n, takes after her mom- no offense Abbot”. 

“Hey! He’s a stud!” you joked, smiling at Heather, “I know you’re not talking! Robby and you swapped gum the other day”.

“Connected via the soul honey, let’s get you down there to see your baby” she grossly joked as she laid you flat; her and Jack grabbing onto your arms to help you into the wheelchair.

translations: Diego soy Doctor L/n, voy a realizar su cirugía hoy OK mijo?: Diego, I am Doctor L/n, I will be performing your surgery today- mijo is a term of endearment for "son", doesn't need to be familial Alguna petición de música?: any requests for music? De donde eres?: where are you from? Juanga: nickname for juan gabriel, mexican singer Ay Xochimilco, es muy hermosa allí. Soy de Boston, mi marido es de aquí, Pittsburgh. Voy a cuidar de ti mijo: Xochimilico, it is very beautiful over there. I am from Boston, my husband is from here, Pittsburgh. I'll take care of you Voy a necesitar que cuentes de diez a uno: I need you to count from ten to one

dividers from @cafekitsune

[wanderingskemetic]

🧮Subtle Djehuty Worship📝

Greatly inspired by @khaire-traveler's wonderful subtle worship series, which can be found here.

Write letters to people even if you don't send them, they could be to him

Keep a notebook of your writings

Study especially for fun/out of curiosity

Doodle, especially him and his symbols

Read books you like

Learn a new language particularly those related to Egypt and it's history

Do some subtle heka or other magic

Develop a coded language and write prayers, devotions, etc. to him in this (only if you feel it's safe)

Have ibis, baboon, papyrus, or moon imagry

Carry a picture of him in your wallet, pocket, phone case, etc. or as a phone or computer wallpaper

Make a playlist or listen to songs that remind you of him or you think he'd like

Learn about and work to uphold Ma'at

Make a collage/moodboard/pinterest board/similar collection of photos and images you associate with him, especially if some of the images are your own

Learn about healthy conflict resolution skills; try to implement these in your next conflict

Learn about and practice emotional regulation

Make a list of your personal goals; work towards achieving them one step at a time

Write down quotes you hear and enjoy

Invest in your studies both formal and informal; do homework, check out books from the library, save up to go to school, etc.

Donate to educational or medical focused nonprofits

Learn about different types of divination especially those that are less well known (bibliomancy, augury, pyromancy, etc.)

Greet him in the evening as the moon rises

Observe the phases of the moon, and learn what each one means

Keep a dream journal; try to interpret your dreams

Take your medications, if any; take medications as needed

Help others with their studies (form a study group, help a child with their homework, etc.)

Take care of your body physically to the best of your ability (shower, eat well, get a good amount of sleep, etc.)

Practice compromising with others and making compromises (within reason)

Keep a journal of your thoughts and different events

Use a planner or otherwise organize your day

Practice truthfulness and keep your promises

Take a walk in the moonlight (safely)

Invest in your future; set up a savings account, work on getting more exercise, find or spend time working on a hobby that brings you joy, etc.

Make your own paper or ink to write with; experiment with different papers, inks, and writing implements

Be curious about the world around you and the way things work; encourage yourself to question things

Doing activities in line with the lunar calendar

Assert your boundaries clearly; learn what your boundaries are

Sharpen your mind; play memory or mentally stimulating games

Work on communication skills; practice healthy forms of communication

Go to a museum

Learn about/research health conditions that you or your loved ones have; get a better understanding of these things

Learn about your healthcare options and medical rights (HIPPA in the US)

Donate blood

I may add more to this list in the future. Suggestions are always appreciated.

Link to the Kemetic Subtle Worship Masterpost

[hipstersoulgushers]

Red Vs Blue major antagonists ranked on bedside manner:

Tex - 3/10 You might live but it she makes you feel like shit about it. Calls you 3 months later asking you to watch her dog to “return the favor”

O’malley - 0/1000 You’re dead even if he knew what he was doing, he’s more interested in twisting the knife than doing his job.

Wyoming - 7.5/10 He’d be nice the whole time and you’d leave with a lollypop at the end, BUT! Knock, knock, he wasn’t taking you seriously whatsoever.

South - 4/10 Slayific conversationalist approximately 5 minutes before she leaves the room and you don’t see her for 90 minutes and she comes back with coffee, laughs and asks why you’re still in her office. Doesn’t apologize and blames you.

The Meta - 2/10 grrrr….

Washington - 9/10 He is communicating clearly and listening, he understands your concerns. He still might give you a hard time if he thinks its something you can control.

Insurrectionist Leader/CT - 8/10 Honestly not even that bad, he is a little mean and he recommends pretty aggressive treatments but at least he’s listening and staying on task.

Locus - 7/10 There to do his job, he’s going to say something strange about your chart and imply your condition is fatal or says something implicit about who you are as a person. He doesn’t seem concerned about it but you leave feeling like you should be.

Felix - 4.2/10 Appointment for you? Clearly this is appointment for him. He immediately breaks HIPPA telling you about a girl named Brittney with your exact condition, goes on for at least 15 minutes about how he Personally tried to save her from her unrelated tragic death. Says he can get you morphine if you give him 20 dollars.

Sharkface - 10/10 A little prickly but by god does he get you. He’s taking meticulous notes and asking questions you wouldn’t have even thought to bring up. Gives you prescriptions he thinks will help without any argument, gives you a print out of accessible resources. The only choice if you’re not a coward.

Temple - 3/10 Not that bad except he keeps asking if you’re related to someone he knows. He also doesn’t know where anything is. When he does find your chart he says it looks like you would be good at deep sea diving. He hands you a hand written business card for a cult that meets at the local aquarium on Tuesdays. He says he has to go and you are left without actual medical attention.

Zero - 5/10 Same issues as Temple but he actually does give you medical attention. He’s very quick to start accusing your loved ones of being the cause for your medical problems and recommends cutting them off. You can’t tell if he’s joking.

[crescencestudio]

What would the LIs be like if the MC took them to work (MCs work) for a day?

✨ "Bring the LIs to Work" Day

Kayn: kayn's pretty well known in town so some patients might start asking questions (what's kayn doing here, do u need a bodyguard or something, r u in trouble, r u two together, etc.). i imagine kayn doing their best to be as "out of the way" as possible. doesn't wanna throw off ur vibe too much, tried to sit quietly so they're not distracting to u or ur patients

Druk: ends up getting p curious about and into watching your healing process. checks in on you after every couple of sessions to make sure ur feeling okay tho. do u need water, a quick neck/back massage, some food, etc.

Fenir: watches u with eagle eyes. jots notes in his little notepad every so often when u do something he thinks is interesting (almost everything u do is interesting). make sure he follows hippa tho and doesn't put identifying information about ur patients down in that notepad KDKSKSKO

Etza: might end up inadvertently stealing ur spotlight w some patients KMDKS they're gonna be like "OMG WHATS ETZA DOING HERE!!!" u might have to give them a disguise. depending on whether ur willing to accept their healing help too, u might have to put them in time out since they'll want to help you

Kuna'a: he might scare the patients tbh LOLDKDOLS. he doesn't necessarily DO anything that's scary but his general..... vibe...... is not rly conducive to a comfortable and safe healing environment. you'll have to keep them in line so they're not affecting ur patients

Aisa: kinda stiff the whole time since they're not sure what to do. they don't want to bother you but they also don't want you to think they're disinterested or don't want to be there at work with you. asks u questions after each session like why u started healing, why u said this to x patient or did this with y patient, how long you've been healing, how u kept ur cool with z patient, etc.

[superbpiratesandwich]

This is So Against HIPPA pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you’re James Buchanan Barnes’s government assigned therapist

Warnings: mentions of signs of depression, sad Bucky, tfatws accurate Bucky,

Writers note:

Sooooo I’ve never written fan fiction before so I hope you like it!! Leave any tips or criticism in the comments I would greatly appreciate it. Also let me know if you want a part two!

“So any nightmares?” I ask my client

“No” he’s short, he’s *lying*

“I’ve known you long enough to know you’re lying James”

James Buchanan Barnes AKA the Winter Soldier AKA the biggest pain in my ass, he’s stubborn, prideful, and refuses to take my advice.

He sits in front of me, black jacket, black cargo pants and gloves to conceal his prostethic. He looks annoyed as I call him out for his lie.

“I’m not”

“Yes you are and the longer you lie to me about them the longer this goes on” I gesture between us.

He rolls his eyes as I click my pen writing in my notebook

“Not the notebook” he pinches his nose bridge

“Yes the notebook” I smile

“Okay fine…” he sighs “I *have* been having nightmares… shitty ones, about the people… the blood, everything they made me do in HYDRA” he mumbles. I write down his words, before responding, “anything that makes them go away?” I ask already knowing the answer but wanting to ask anyways.

“No”

“How about a person?”

“No”

“Oh come on James” I slam my notebook shut frustrated with the stubborn soldier, “there’s no one or nothing that can help them?” I ask exhausted “No” he says quietly “what about a girlfriend?” His eyes widen at that, his mouth not opening not daring to betray his mind. I stare at him a smile creeping on my face ���you’re telling me you’ve had no action in the last 90 years?” I laugh “I find that hard to believe”

I watch as his brows furrow and his face heats up defensively “I’ve had action!”

“Yeah in what, the battle field?”

“I’ll have you know I was quite the lady killer back in the day”

“Mmhmm so I’ve heard” I roll my eyes at him, “anyone in particular you have seen that you would want to pursue a relationship with? Maybe having someone close to you like that would be helpful?” I watch him closely, his arms cross, and he gets a look on his face

“No” his favorite word

I sigh “okay well then that’s your objective find someone nice and take them out!” He looks like I just asked him to get me a million dollars in five minutes “what?” I question his look

“how the hell do you think I’d manage to do that?” He says gesturing towards his arm “not every woman is lining up to date a traumatized ex assassin with a metal arm”

“I know some women who would actually sell their right kidney for you so” I shrug thinking of at least 5 women mental enough who would want to go out with him.

He looks at me his brow furrowed as confusion falls on his face “Yeah right, what kind of women are you hanging out with?” He cocks an eyebrow “Legally I cannot discuss that” I pull out my go-to excuse when I don’t want to talk about something. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

A beat of silence passes between us before I bring up his other favorite topic.

“Phone” I order holding my hand out palm up

He sighs pulling it out of his pocket and handing it to me.

I scroll through the call log analyzing outgoing and incoming calls and texts.

“James… this is just pathetic I’ve been the only person you’ve called in the last 4 weeks,” I pause looking up at him, he looks unbothered but his body language is screaming how uncomfortable he is “and you haven’t responded to Sam’s attempts at reaching out” I mumble tossing him the phone.

He catches it effortlessly, relying on his reflexes.

I glance at the clock 4:45pm

“Look, you need to reach out to Sam or someone just to talk” I explain “for soldiers with PTSD” I watch him flinch at the word looking annoyed “it’s not good to be alone 24/7” he rolls his eyes “I’m not alone 24/7” he states matter-of-factly. I just stare at him deadpan. “Just reach out to one person yeah?” I state standing and walking him over to my door. I watch him stand and his posture immediately becoming that of a statue his head slightly forward his shoulders back and his arms bent slightly at his sides. We stop at my door “James” I say quietly looking at him “you’re making progress.” I smile he gives me a tight lipped smile and walks out his strides exuding ‘soldier’ every step. I welcome my next client Dorothy into the office.

That night I walk to my apartment exhausted, fortunately I’m only a quick 5 minutes walk from it. I take in the fall evening a cool breeze falling over my frame as I look up at the sky. It’s a deep orange the sun reflecting off of the tall buildings covered in glass, only a few people are out at this time, a few cars and the sound of honking and traffic falls on my ears quietly as if miles away. I turn up the steps and walk into my building.

As I walk into the building it’s quiet, the only noise being the stairs as I walk up to the fourth floor. I glance to my right, the door number showing apartment 4C. I turn to my left, seeing my apartment, 4A. While placing my key in the door I hear a couple of loud thumps as if someone is slamming furniture down repeatedly. I turn my head to the door labeled 4C, humming in confusion, before pushing into my own apartment.

I glance around the clean area, the only thing misplaced, a Garfield mug on the counter, still about 1/3 full with coffee. Placing my keys down I hear another few thumps deciding in my head to check it out if I hear another succession of noises. I put my purse down immediately hearing the confirmation for my decision to investigate.

I open my door walking the few steps to apartment 4C knocking rapidly. Silence, followed by a few, heavy, steps, and the door opening to reveal, “James.” I sigh.

He’s wearing a black t shirt, his vibranium arm on display as I see him clench his metal fist and let go in a pattern, just body language. He still has on the black cargo pants he wore to our meeting.

He stares at me, confusion casting a shadow on his face momentarily. He’s silent as if waiting for me to explain why I’m checking on him. “Sounds like you’re fighting your furniture and losing the fight,” I say deadpan. “I’m fine just… cleaning” he pauses looking behind him, I cock an eyebrow “didn’t realize your cleaning sounded like you have a WWE ring in your apartment.” I state smiling slightly as I watch his face contort in confusion again.

“Sounds like you need help” I say breaking the silence that comes from his confusion. “I don’t need help.” He mumbles quickly becoming irritated.

I sigh, squeezing my eye shut thinking about the night in I had planned before coming over here, speaking “You sure about that?” I ask him again peaking behind him and seeing an apartment that looks like a tornado ran through it. He lets out a huff opening the door and accepting my offer. I glance around his apartment, topically clean but papers are scattered on the floor, a makeshift bed lies next to the couch… not on it, there’s one dish in the sink, indicating he probably hasn’t eaten.

“Wait here” I state walking back to my door, grabbing some left overs from my fridge and bringing them back. He’s standing in the doorway, the door cracked open behind him. He looks bewildered at the object in my hands before I push it towards him “here.” I enter his apartment rolling up my sleeves. “You don’t need to do that” he says quietly not wanting to accept help. I cut him off “I know, just eat okay?” I mumble before getting to work. I wipe down the surface of the kitchen, his body moving quietly around me as he heats up the left overs. Silence falls over us neither one of us willing to endure painful small talk.

As I crouch down to pick up some papers, his voice breaking through the silence “don’t touch that” his voice is low and cold. I glance at him bringing my hands up in mock surrender “okay, okay not touching” I stand, watching him grab the papers and shuffle them. The Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers, and James Buchanan Barnes all catch my eye, the words being in bold black ink.

As the night progresses I only clean a little, wiping down surfaces and, with his help, moving his furniture back to its original position. He glances around at the, still slightly messy, area “You didn’t help you just moved things” he deadpans. I’m writing down a list of what to do to clean his apartment completely “I know, I’m not enabling you, I’m helping you become your own person” I state before ripping off the piece of paper and handing it to the soldier. “After you’re done come get me yeah?” I’m aware he probably won’t listen to me but I might as well offer just in case. In response, silence from him. I reach for the door “Wait” he mumbles. I turn around to face him an eyebrow raised at his request. He looks down a hand coming up to rub his neck “thanks” he says quietly. I nod in acknowledgment and leave his apartment.

As I unwind, showering and making myself dinner I glance at the clock taking note of the time 11:14pm. I sigh, sitting back on the couch and turning on the TV, wanting to watch shitty reality TV until I pass out, my favorite pastime. A few minutes pass and I hear a knock at my door. “Who the hell-“ I start before looking through the peephole seeing James standing there a ‘shy’ look on his face.

I open my door, standing in my sweats and oversized sweatshirt, my hair dampening and darkening the material. I give him a confused look “Yes?” I ask,

“You said to come knock when I was done” he says quietly

“Oh” I mumble remembering my assignment I gave him “you wanna show me?” I ask, he nods turning to walk to his door. I peak inside the dim room lit by a singular lamp in the corner. It’s clean, the floor clear of clutter, his makeshift bed folded and put away, I glance around.

“Good job” I smile at him

He smiles slightly, a sense of pride seeming to overtake his features. He nods to me “Thanks for the list” I glance at the fridge the note stark against the bare fridge “you even cleaned out the fridge?” I question. In response, he walks over opening the refrigerator door. It’s clean, I smile wider “that’s great James, you did good” I look at him. A beat of silence falls over us as I glance around again.

“What were you watching?” He mumbles

“What?” I ask not hearing him properly

“The show, I heard it through the door… sounded like arguing, unless you were arguing with someone” he asks raising an eyebrow slightly.

I laugh a little “yeah I was arguing with a British dude” I smile at him before adding “No… no I was watching some reality TV” I admit

His face lights up “Really?” He tilts his head “Didn’t peg my government-assigned therapist to be into shitty TV” he laughs.

“Hey” I say feigning offense “I have to hear about everyone’s problems, I am allowed to cope.” I pout, but only for a minute before a smile creeps on my face.

We talk about different TV shows, older and newer, fiction and reality, his takes being… odd.

“I like the animal shows… that’s the only thing that hasn’t changed a lot.”

“Really? So you dig the whole ‘the apex predator… the tiger’” I mimic an Australian accent.

He throws his head back leaning against his counter, he sighs “I knew I shouldn’t have said that”

“Hey, I’m not judging”

“That’s practically you’re job, doc”

I smile at the nickname

I stare at him for a minute longer than I should letting my gaze follow his jaw down his neck and arm. I stare at the shiny metal.

He notices and crosses his arm slightly covering it with his flesh hand.

“Sorry” I say sheepishly my face heating up as I’m caught

He just stands there, clearing his throat, “it’s getting late you should get some sleep,” he says quietly refusing to look me in the eyes, “hey James I didn’t mean to stare I was just,” I’m cut off by him “it’s fine just go home and get some rest yeah?” He walks to the door.

I hop down from off the counter, “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable James you have full right to ask me to leave,” I’m sad to go but I’m glad he’s using his voice to speak up

I watch his eyes flicker with an emotion I can’t quite read as I open the door walking out.

AND THATS IT!!! Let me know if yall want a part two I really enjoyed writing this!!

[thegalaxysedge22]

After Ever (Chapter 2)

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pair: sylus x MC (named)

tags/tw: cannon adjacent, made up medical shit, lowkey hippa violation, cursing, death & grief

word count: 7.3k

song rec: taste by sabrina carpenter (has nothing to do with this chapter but it is just so good)

taylor song rec: I Know Places (it's the arctic)

a/n: this one is gonna be a bit choppy cause we have so much to get through BUT we get to meet Pie, so ur welcome. also, please leave feedback or comment 🥺

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Kore arrived at the Hunter’s Association’s headquarters exhausted. She got on the crowded elevator drinking the last of her coffee while she waited for the elevator to arrive on her floor. With a ding, the doors opened. She pushed her way through the few people left and stepped out onto her floor, business as usual. 

Upon arriving at her cubicle the first thing she did, primarily out of habit, was plug in her laptop. She brought her travel mug to her lips, hoping it would revitalize her energy only to find that the thermos was empty. Grumbling, she made her way to the breakroom.

Being the first person on her floor to arrive, or at least first in the breakroom, she was forced or cursed to brew a fresh pot of coffee. While waiting for the coffee to brew, Kore leaned back against the countertop with her head back and eyes closed, rubbing her temples.

“Wow, you’re here early,” a voice said. Immediately Kore’s eyes snapped open to find Tara on her way to sit at a table.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep so I thought I might as well come in and get some work done,” Kore said, her voice gravely from lack of use. She cleared her throat and went over to sit down by Tara. “What are you doing here this early anyways,” she questioned her friend.

“Oh, I always get here this early. I find it nice to be able to get settled before everyone comes in. Plus I think it gives a good impression to the Captain being here early,” Tara responded, eyes sparkling while talking about Jenna, their boss. 

“But are you alright,” Tara asked, reaching out across the table, “I mean this with all of the love in the world, but you look like shit.”

“Well thank you for that,” Kore chuckled. She hadn’t bothered to look in a mirror after her all-nighter. Although she was no stranger to lack of sleep, Kore’s sleep schedule had been becoming more regular and socially acceptable, that is until the accident.

“I mean it’s a good thing we have this long weekend, am I right,” Tara said reassuringly before a spark of anxiety met her eyes, “You do have the weekend off right, you’re not one of the poor hunter’s that got stuck working over the holiday are you?”

“No, don't worry, I’ll be able to get some rest this weekend,” Kore reassured her friend. The coffee maker beeped, signaling that it had completed brewing. “Oh thank God,” Kore said in relief, getting up and pouring half of the pot directly into her large travel mug. She chugged most of it, burning her tongue in the process, but she didn’t care, she was too desperate to get more caffeine coursing through her veins. She was in the middle of refilling her thermos when Tara spoke again.

“Jeez, I’d say to chill it with the coffee but you look like you might need it,” she said jokingly. Kore offered her a playful glare in return. They heard the elevator to their floor at the end of the hallway ding through the open door. “I’m just saying. Anyways, I gotta get going, I think Capitan Jenna is here,” Tara said with a little wink before exiting.

Kore rolled her eyes before putting the pot back so it stayed warm. She exited the break room making a B-line for her cubicle. Upon arriving the computer’s screen caught her attention. Opened was the blank draft of the email she was going to send last night to Dr. J Higgins, the metaflux researcher. Sitting down at the desk, Kore rolled out her shoulders before typing out a message.

Hello Dr. Higgins, this is Kore. I work for the Hunter’s Association and was wondering if you would be available to answer some questions about the recent metaflux explosions that we are currently looking into.

She continued drafting the email leaving her contact information at the very end and hit the send button before she could second guess herself. Kore leaned back in her chair stretching, hoping that the day would be busy so she had something to occupy her busy mind.

By the time lunch had rolled around Kore was bored out of her mind, work had been slow and it was just one report after another. The appearances of wanderer had been minimal enough that other members of the UNICORNS team— she always found that to be a dumb acronym — were able to take care of it, which was strange because recently wanderer sightings had been on the rise. 

Earlier in the day she had sent a message to Zayne asking if he knew anything about what was in the documents that he had given her the day before. She hadn’t heard back from him until late afternoon.

“I had my suspicions about what was in them but I couldn’t be certain.” - Zayne

“If you would like we can go over it together later tonight” - Zayne

“That sounds wonderful. I’ve been confused” - Kore

“Okay. See you soon then.” - Zayne

Before she knew it, the day was over and Kore was packing up her stuff. After taking the stairs down to the lobby, Kore was shocked to find Zayne standing off to the side looking the other way. She ran over to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He jumped a little before turning, a look of relief flashed across his face for the briefest moment upon seeing who it was.

“Kore, where did you come from? I thought you were coming from over there, he said, slightly confused, pointing at the other set of elevators on the other side of the lobby.

“I took the stairs, you know, for my health and all,” Kore responded with a cheeky smile.

“Ahhh,” Zayne said trailing off. He looked off into space for the briefest moment before shaking his head and snapping back into reality. “Should we get going then?” he asked, gesturing ahead, which she nodded to.

The two fall into step on their way out the door. On the way to Kore’s apartment they had decided to stop and grab some take out for dinner. They fell into a comfortable conversation about each of their days, Kore being particularly interested in the research Zayne was working on. The pair stepped off the elevator onto Kore’s floor and walked together to her door.

“...and that’s how Protocore Syndrome type N works,” Zayne concluded as Kore unlocked and opened her door. What met them was a disaster, her apartment was still an absolute wreck from last night when she had torn it apart looking for her charger.

“Um… It doesn’t usually look like this,” Kore said to Zayne sheepishly. She guided him into her home and cleared off the table, moving the box of documents to the countertop. She then went to grab plates and silverware so that they could eat. Zayne unboxed the Thai food. They both dished up their food and sat down to eat. An awkward silence enveloped the atmosphere. Unwilling to wait, Kore got up and grabbed the documents to go through while they ate.

“Okay, so here they are, it says some things about how my heart has an Aether Core in it, but I don’t even know what that fucking is, and it says something about me being tested on but I don’t remember that at all, but it also says that my Grandma was involved somehow, her name is all over those papers, but that just can’t be right,” Kore started all in one breath, spilling out the thoughts that had been consuming her mind. She took a deep breath and continued, handing the folders over to him, “I just can’t imagine her doing something like that at all. I’m just confused, I mean what does this all mean?” By the time she ended her speech she was near tears.

“I am not that knowledgeable about aether cores, but I know someone who is. Let me read the documents and see what I can find before we go any further,” Zayne said, pushing his plate away and opening the first folder. He put on his glasses that he had pulled from his suit pocket.

Kore was so nervous that she could no longer stomach eating, so she took her plate and put the food in the trash before setting it in the sink. She grabbed the to-go boxes from the table and put them in the fridge for safe keeping. Looking over at Zayne his eyes were uncharacteristically wide so Kore pulled up a chair next to him and sat down.

Zayne looked over at her before positioning the papers so that they could both read them. The words that she read last night staring back at her almost mocking her. Zayne cleared his throat before speaking, pushing up his glasses.

“It’s saying that the reason your Protocore Syndrome is so different, unlike anything I have ever seen before, is because it was intentional,” Zayne explained, an atypical aura of uncertainty shrouded his words. “If this is to be believed, the condition in your heart is the product of an aether core being placed there.

“A good doctor knows his limits and there is more in these papers that I can’t fully comprehend, but my mentor Dr Noah would likely be a better resource when it comes to this. 

“However the excessive redaction in some of these documents,” Zayne said, pulling out a few from the pile, “could make it difficult for even Dr Noah to understand. I can’t offer you any guarantees, but I can provide you with some contact information if you would like.”

“Dr. Noah?” Kore questioned, “He was my old doctor, before you were. Didn’t he go to the Arctic to study something?”

“That’s right, I am surprised you know that, Kore,” Zayne responded, “He’s currently in Snowcrest studying the ways in which-” Zayne's eyes went wide and he cut himself off. He straightened his tie to regain his composure before continuing saying, “Actually I am not allowed to discuss his research. But I go and visit him sometimes to assist him.”

The gears started turning in her head, completely glossing over Zayne’s slip of tongue. I have a long weekend, I could go up to Snowcrest tomorrow and be back before work. That way I can get answers and that can lead me to closure. I know I promised Tara I would rest, but that can happen later, this is more important.

“I recognize that look in your eyes from when we were kids. I don’t think that it is a good idea to go up to Snowcrest, Kore,” Zayne said somewhat sternly, “The weather up there is often unpredictable, it wouldn’t be safe for you to go to a place you’ve never been all by yourself.”

“Then why don’t you come with me,” Kore said excitedly as if it was the best idea in the world. 

“You’re not going to give this up are you?” Zayne questioned after a moment’s pause and long sigh. The look in her eyes is all the answer he needs. “Alright, we can go tomorrow, you need to get some sleep, it is a long journey.” 

With that he stood up and went to the door, Kore following behind him. Before he left her apartment, Zayne hesitated at the door before turning back around.

“However Kore, there is one more important thing in these files that I think you need to know; it seems that your Grandma was one of the researchers involved with the Aether Core being placed in your heart,” Zayne said in his usual even tone, but his eyes were filled with empathy.

“Oh,” Kore responded meekly. After a beat she continued, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, right? Meet at the train station?”

“Right,” Zayne said, looking concerned, but nodding anyways “have a good night, Kore.”

Ignoring the doctor’s advice, after he left she returned to the files at the table, pouring over them until the words lost all of their meanings. At this point she had been awake for well over 36 hours, and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. 

Kore woke up to a streak of sunlight directly on her face. The confusion of why she was plastered to her dining room table lingered until she remembered she was reading late into the night.

Shit, I am supposed to be meeting Zayne at the station soon, Kore thought to herself. Checking her watch she realized it was much later than she thought it was.  In a panicked state she quickly grabbed all of the papers, placing them back in the box and packed a bag for the weekend. If asked about it she probably couldn’t tell you for certain what was in there, but she made it out the door on time so that was all that mattered. 

Once she arrived at the train station, Kore put her hands on her knees, taking a moment to catch her breath. She looked around for Zayne and spotted him at a nearby cafe. He somehow spotted her at the same time and waved her over with the faintest hint of a smile. 

“Hi-” Kore says at the same time Zayne starts speaking. 

“I was worried you weren’t going to make it on time,” Zayne said as he stood up from his seat, placing a large tip on the table.

“Sorry about that, I woke up a bit late,” Kore said apologetically. Zayne gave her a single nod in return as if saying her response was acceptable. The two of them started walking over to the platform to wait for their train.

“I did some digging into aether cores, but there wasn’t too much literature out there on it, as far as I can tell they are a type of modified protocore, but as for how they are modified or to what extent I do not know” he said, cutting right to the chase. “I also alerted Dr. Noah of your presence on this trip,” he added

“What do you mean ‘my presence’?” Kore questioned him as they walked over to the train.

“He was already expecting me.” Zayne calmly said, “I was going up this weekend to assist Dr. Noah in his research, he said he had something important to show me.”

“Zayne, how do you know Dr. Noah again?” Kore asked. 

“Dr. Noah was one of my professors when I was in medical school. When I arrived at Akso Hospital he was about to retire from his position as Chief Medical Officer, but despite that he still helped me adjust to the new setting. He became a mentor to me while I was in my residency, and I owe a lot to him. Now that he has retired I do what I can to help him.” 

While Zayne talked the train to Snowcrest pulled up to the platform and they boarded the train, managing to snag a private compartment. Kore plopped down onto the seat and Zayne looked at her closely for the first time that morning. He saw the prominent dark circles and bags underneath her eyes and sighed in clear disappointment.

“I see you didn’t follow my advice last night,” Zayne said, shaking his head, “It is not wise to ignore your doctor’s orders, you know.” Kore could only give him a guilty smile.

Zayne sighed again, “It will be a while before we arrive in Snowcrest. Rest until then and I will wake you once we arrive.”

“Kore,” a voice said, while a hand shook her shoulder gently. Her eyes opened and she blinked groggily, once her eyes got into focus she saw Zayne crouching in front of her. “We arrived,” he continued, standing back as Kore stretched.

“Alright, let’s get going I suppose,” Kore yawned out. 

Outside of the station, in the dim light, they were met with a sparkling white landscape of snow. A small fox-like creature came bounding up for them, which scared Kore, who hadn’t noticed its presence prior nor did she expect such a thing to occur. 

The fox ended directly in front of Zayne and eagerly wagged its tail. Kore raised an eyebrow to the man, who took some food out of his messenger bag to give to the animal.

“This is Pie,” Zayne said, turning to Kore. “Pie, this is Kore,” Zayne introduced her to the animal, to which Kore sent him a curious glance. “Pie’s intelligence is on par with that of a nine-year-old child. Remarkably, he is able to recognize faces and remember names. Dr. Noah rescued him from Mount Eternal a few years back while he was doing some important research.

“It looks like Dr. Noah was unable to greet us at the station so he sent Pie in his stead,” Zayne explained further and Kore nodded in understanding.

Together they trekked in relative silence to the outskirts of the village to where Dr. Noah was residing. Upon arriving at his house, Zayne opened one of the back doors as if it was a regular routine and beckoned Kore to follow.

“Dr. Noah’s health isn’t what it used to be. Sometimes when I or some of my colleagues come up he has us let ourselves in,” Zayne said, navigating the home’s hallways with familiarity, “If he doesn’t show up at the station that means that we should let ourselves in.

“Here is where you will be staying,” Zayne said, stopping at a door on the second floor. “I will be in the room right across from you,” Zayne said, pointing to another door behind him with his thumb. He turned around, heading to his room but hesitated. Kore’s hand was turning the doorknob when Zayne turned back.

“You should really try to get some rest tonight, Kore,” Zayne said with full sincerity, “I am not saying this as your doctor, but as your friend.” 

“I’ll try,” she responded with a faint smile, “Goodnight, Zayne.”

“Good night, Kore,” he echoed.

At that, Kore entered her room and plopped down onto the twin sized bed, ready to get some sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come to her. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. Her mind was so preoccupied with questions about everything that had happened to her recently. She couldn’t help but wonder if the files had any connection to her grandma’s death.

Eventually she abandoned all hope of sleep. Deciding she might as well be productive if she couldn’t rest, she plucked a box from her bag and sat down at the small desk by the balcony, which she just noticed.

She turned on the small lamp, illuminating the room with a dim warm light. She finds a pad of paper and a pencil at the desk and realizes that it would be wise of her to take some notes and not just reread them, that way she can ask better questions of Dr. Noah.

Hours past and she had obsessively written pages of notes that would be incoherent to anyone but her when there was a tap in the balcony window. Jumping in her seat, Kore turned to see what had caused the noise only to see Zayne staring back at her from the other side of the door. 

Kore rose from her seat and went to the balcony. It was the earliest hours of the morning, when the sun was still shy and the stars are still shining bright. Zayne gave her a charming smile when she opened the door, moving aside to let him in.

“I had a feeling you would still be awake,” he said, stepping into the room. His gaze drifted over to the mess of papers on the desk and he raised an eyebrow knowingly. “Late night studying I see,” he said, reaching for the papers.

“Yeah, I have been trying to make sense of it all,” Kore said, picking up her pile of notes, handing them out to him “But it’s been exhausting and I don’t even know if I’m looking at the right stuff.”

“Okay, let’s see what you have so far,” Zayne said, grabbing the notes she held out to him. He attempted to read them, eyes squinting, but either because of the dim light or him not having his glasses he wasn’t sure.

“Hold on,” Zayne said before he stepped back through the balcony, returning moments later with his glasses in hand. “Alright, let’s take a look at this,” he said as he put on his glasses.

Kore giggled lightly at his demeanor, reminding her more of an old man than that of a young doctor. Zayne looked up at her confused as to what was so funny. She shook her head, refusing to elaborate on what she found to be humorous. He just gave her a weird look before directing his attention back onto her notes.

Reading them closer to the lamp this time with his glasses on, it turned out that the notes were just illegible to begin with, incomprehensible chicken scratch coated the page. The frantic, overlapping scribbles sent alarm bells off in Zayne’s mind, afterall, it was only natural for a doctor to be concerned about the well-being of their patient.

“Kore, what does this say,” Zayne asked without the hesitation that would be typical of not being able to read someone else’s penmanship. Grabbing back the notes, Kore looks over them, eyes becoming wide.

“I-I, I honestly don’t know what this says,” Kore admits, “I guess I was so wrapped up in my mind I wasn’t even looking at what I was writing.”

A brief pause circled between them before Kore bursted out in laughter, after a brief moment Zayne joined in and the atmosphere shifted. They end up dropping the important conversation and talk late into the night like old friends would. Kore talked about becoming a Hunter and the pressure of taking the exam, which brought them to discussing Zayne’s time in medical school, which led into stories about his time up here helping in research and anecdotes about Dr. Noah.

Soon enough morning arrived, beams of sunlight slowly crept their way across the room. Kore and Zayne’s conversation slowly started to dwindle with the appearance of daylight. Zayne notices the clock across the room and stands up.

“It looks like it might be time for breakfast, we should probably get ready” he said moving towards the balcony door, “I’ll meet you downstairs.” Before he left her field of view he stood there and calculated something in his mind.

“It was nice talking to you again, Kore,” Zayne said with a small, unsure smile. A large, genuine grin spread across Kore’s face, the biggest since her grandmother had died.

“I really enjoyed it too, I will see you in a bit, Zayne,” Kore said, shutting the door behind him. Zayne nodded and disappeared into his room.

Kore arrived in the kitchen after she had made a few wrong turns. The sight that met her was unexpected. At the stove Zayne was cooking something that smelled delicious and at the countertop Dr. Noah was chopping vegetables. 

Before she could officially make her presence known a small ball of white fur came rushing over to her. Stopping at her feet, Pie sat wagging his tail and let out an excited yelp of sorts.

“Pie, not inside the house,” Dr. Noah scolded the fox. Looking up at the noise, he noticed Kore’s presence.

 “Ah, Kore, I see you’ve already been introduced to Pie,” Dr. Noah said with a warm smile, his fondness for the pup clear in his voice. “It is nice to see you again. Come and join us, breakfast is just about ready,” he continued, passing the vegetables off to Zayne. He moved towards the small table in the corner of the kitchen and gestured for her to sit.

“Did Zayne tell you how Pie got his name?” the elderly man asked once they both sat down. Without waiting for a response he continued, “When I first rescued Pie, one, no two, no three winters ago, he was a weak little thing, and was practically on the verge of starvation. 

“Well, the vet said that he was perfectly healthy but I don’t know about that,” he interrupted himself, wagging his finger. Zayne came over with the pan of food and divided the contents into three portions at the already set table. It was clear from the bored expression on his face that he had heard this tale many times. Dr. Noah paid no mind to him and kept on talking.

“The little thing was so hungry he ate not one, not two, not even three, but six whole meat pies at once,” the doctor said, making a bunch of exaggerated hand gestures, “At that point I knew for certain what his name would be, there was no question about it.

“After I nursed him back to health, I tried to release him back into the wild, like you’re supposed to do, but this little bugger kept coming back. It was clear he wanted to stay with me, so I kept him. It turns out that he is a smart little fella and mighty good with directions, so he has become my little guide. Visitors and the folks in town absolutely love him, and how could you not, he is such a good little boy.”

He showered the small fox with love while praising him, giving the animal scratches under its chin and some of the food off of his plate. Kore cleared her throat, sitting up straight as she did so. The old man looked at her with curiosity in his eyes, weaving his hands together and resting his head on them.

“Dr. Noah,” Kore started trying to gather some courage, “I have some questions about my heart condition and I think you might be the best person to ask.”

“Oh, my dear, it is much too early to talk business. There will be plenty of time for that later, for now let’s just enjoy each other’s company,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Dr. Noah believes in a strict separation between his work and personal life.” Zayne leaned in and said to Kore, “It is best to follow his wishes so you can stay in his good graces.” Kore noded in understanding.

“I haven’t seen you in so long, tell me, how are you doing, Kore,” Dr. Noah questioned her. She was about to form a response when he continued, which seemed to be a pattern for him these days, far from the patient man she once knew. 

“I heard about Josephine, dear, and I want to offer my sincerest condolences,” he said, grasping her hands across the table.

“Thank you,” Kore responded, mildly uncomfortable. Zayne stayed as stone faced as ever, as if this was usual behavior for the man.

“You know, your grandmother and I used to good friends back in the day, we were two of the few students picked to intern at Ever, even back in the day they were a big deal, not quite the global behemoth they are today, but it was still a very competitive prestigious internship,” Dr. Noah recounted fondly. “Your grandmother was a phenomenal researcher, one of the best I’ve ever seen, and back then she had to be, I think she was one of the first women to get an internship at Ever too.

“But you should have seen her in the lab, well you technically did when you were younger, but I don't know if you remember that, either way I was disappointed when I learned she had decided to leave the field. Josephine was one of the greats , it really was a shame to have her leave, as far as I am concerned, science lost one of its best that day.”

“Thank you for telling me that, Dr. Noah,” Kore said, tears welling up in her eyes, the reverence that he held her grandma in being clear.

Zayne glanced at his watch and pointed out the time. “We’re going to be late if we don’t get going now,” he said.

Dr. Noah turned to the clock on the wall confirming the time.

“Well gee golly, you are right, thank you my boy,” the eccentric old man exclaimed while slapping his knee, “Let us all meet back here in let’s say 20 minutes, yes?” Dr. Noah turned to Kore, “Oh you are coming with us aren’t you, Kore?”

“Um… sure,” Kore said questioningly

“Great” he said with a genuine smile, patting her on the back and leaving.

“Um Zayne,” Kore said, anxiety creeping into her voice, “what did I just sign up for.”

“Don’t worry, you will be alright. We are going to Mt. Eternal to take some measurements. Just be sure to dress warm, it gets cold out there.” Zayne said before leaving her all alone in the kitchen.

Zayne hadn’t been lying, Mt. Eternal was practically a tundra. Kore learned about SnowDogs, a robotic replication of an old fashioned sled dog that was faster than real ones and was used by tourists and locals alike. Pie had tagged along as well and was yipping with joy as the SnowDog brought the team from checkpoint to checkpoint. The pair of doctors collected measurements for who knows what, not Kore, as they went along.

“Dr. Noah, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions,” Kore said, having to shout of the wind as the sled was being pulled to a new location.

“Yes, Kore,” Dr. Noah said, an aura of professionalism had enveloped him since they had reconvined, this was yet another side different from the  friendly doctor she had known growing up.

“I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about my heart condition, I never really understood what was wrong with me,” Kore questioned, picking the doctor’s brain.

“Well that is a bit of a complex answer. You see Protocore Syndrome is a unique disease that is still being studied, there is not a lot of literature currently available. Most of what we have on the disease comes from small sample sizes and because each case presents so differently, studies are difficult to replicate,” he answered distractedly, as they had arrived at another of the data taking points.

“Although there are different established subcategories of Protocore Syndrome, namely types A, E, and Y, there have been proposals of a few more types. I have written papers about what I believe to be a distinct type of Protocore Syndrome, type H, which is the type that I believe you have. When you were a kid Josophine authorized the scientific study of your unique condition, which was why you were always in the hospital, as she knew how important the research was, especially in the early days of the disease.”

This new information had surprised Kore, her grandma had never told her about being the subject of a scientific study. Quickly, complex emotions developed on that, Kore understood that it would’ve been important, but she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by being used as a guinea pig without her knowledge.

“Your unique subtype presents various difficulties with your heart and nervous system, difficulties that are only exacerbated under pressure, which is why I warned you against becoming a hunter. But boy did Josophine give me a talking to after I did that. She had wanted you to have the ability to live a normal life and pursue your dreams, plus she said that you were ‘too damn stubborn’ to back down from becoming a Hunter.”

Dr. Noah continued on with more medical jargon leaving Kore lost. This man was clearly a genius, but he was communicating with her as if she was a peer of his rather than some clueless patient that had no idea what he was talking about.

“You were, excuse me, are an interesting case both medically and scientifically. In fact you were one of the reasons that I stayed a doctor for years after reaching the retirement age. Sometimes I wonder how you are doing. If you were to ever give me the honor, I would love to be able to see some of your more recent medical records,” Dr Noah admitted, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Umm… sure, yeah,” Kore said, stunned.

“If you would be comfortable with it Kore, I can pull up your records once we return to Dr. Noah’s house,” Zayne said. Kore was slightly taken aback that he even had remote access to her records, but Dr. Noah was beyond delighted with the news.

It was early in the evening, around dinner time, when the group returned from the mountain. The numerous layers that they had on for warmth were quickly discarded at the entryway. Ever true to his word, Zayne was quick to grab his tablet and pull up Kore’s recent medical records.

Before placing the tablet in Dr. Noah’s outstretched hand, Zayne said to him sternly, “As a former medical doctor I assume that I can trust you to only look at Kore’s files and not any other patient.”

“You have known me long enough boy to know that I would never do something like that,” Dr. Noah said with a trustworthy smile before waving the younger doctor off, “Now go and take your shower, I know the sweat bothers you. No need to suffer through it, besides Kore might want to hear some of what I have to say privately.”

Zayne looks between the two and gives them a stark nod before heading off.

“Now that we got him out of the way, we can get down to business,” the doctor joked before his eyes combed through her file. “It looks like your recent results have been changing a bit, but considering your position as a Hunter and your, uh… unique condition, that is to be expected.

“Would my unique condition have anything to do with what resides inside my heart,” Kore asked him, unsure of how much he truly knows.

“Ahh…” he said with a knowing smile, “It seems that you found out about the aether core. Am I right in assuming that?”

“Yes, I did learn about the aether core. How long were you and Grandma going to keep that from me,” Kore asked, the feeling of betrayal in her voice clear.

“It was not my decision whether or not to tell you about it. When I saw you, you were only just a kid. It was up to Josephine, your guardian, to decide to tell you what you needed to know,” he said with a sympathetic smile.

“Did Zayne even know about it?” Kore questioned accusingly

His smile dropped, a serious look overtaking his face, “No, he did not.”

“Don't you think that this would be important for, I don't know, my doctor to know about,” she said, her voice raising.

“Aether cores are considered to be top secret. I could not tell him even if I wanted to-” Dr. Noah was cut off.

“So you wanted to keep him in the dark, just like you kept me?” Kore growled.

“Look, my hands were tied, there wasn’t much I could do,” he said, attempting to pacify her. “If I was able to tell you I would, it wasn’t up to me, the same thing with Zayne. I am sorry, Kore, but there is more at play here than you know. That is all I can say on it.

“Would you like to return to your records and we can discuss it in more detail now?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Kore said as she crossed her arms, clearly still upset from the whole ordeal.

“Alright, so it is important to understand a bit more about Protocore Syndrome to understand why you are such a special case. You see, Protocore Syndrome is usually caused by exposure to protocores, but that isn’t the case for you,” Dr. Noah started.

“You have a modified protocore, an aether core, inside of your body. I am not quite sure how it got there but your grandma had told me that you were attacked by wanderers during the Chronorift Catastrophe fourteen years ago. You were among the first people ever to be attacked by them, especially attacked by them and survive. Quite frankly you are lucky to be alive from that alone.

“Josephine also told me that you were saved by someone who took out the wanderers that were attacking you, which, again, is a miracle considering we had no idea how to deal with them at the time.

“With this information I have always hypothesized that when the wanderer attacking you was killed, that fractured its protocore, and somehow part of if ended up residing in your heart. I cannot be for sure how it happened as by the time I had first seen you, any external injuries from the attack had healed.”

For the first time, probably since Kore met him, Dr. Noah seemed to be uncertain about what he was saying, almost as if he knew more than he was letting on. Unsure what to make of that, Kore filed it away in her brain for later. Nonetheless, Dr Noah continued on.

“There is also an issue with your Evol. It is relatively rare for someone with Protocore Syndrome to have. But, it is seen more in those with aether cores.”

“You mean there’s more people like me?” Kore asked, intrigued for the first time.

“I only know about a handful of people, but yes there are more like you,” the doctor said reassuringly, however he was quick to walk some of his statement back, “Of course I cannot share much about them with you, and even I am not privy to such knowledge.” The doctor chuckled a little as if he was trying to make her forget his slip up.

“Well, anyways, I should probably be starting on dinner soon,” he said, changing the subject.

“Do you need any help Dr. Noah?” Kore asked, standing up.

“No, no, no. Sit back down. Besides, you are a guest here, I wouldn’t dare make you lift a finger,” he said while pulling out a large stockpot and potatoes.

“Well, what about Zayne, wasn’t he helping earlier with breakfast?”

“Oh, no, he doesn’t count. He has been here far too many times and he needs to start pulling his weight around here,” Dr. Noah said, struggling to carry the pot full of water to the stove.

“If I can’t help with dinner then what can I do,” Kore asked, getting antsy.

“My dear girl, didn’t you hear what I just said? You are a guest here,” he said before pausing, “If you insist on doing something why don’t you sit and listen to an old man’s stories? But you have to stay seated.”

Kore sighed defeatedly, but nodded in agreement. Content with her response, Dr. Noah smiled at her as he pulled out a cutting board.

“Would you like to hear some stories about your grandma?” he asked, seeing Kore’s face change to one of interest he continued, “Where to start… Ah, I know..” As he cooked, the old doctor told Kore stories about how he had met her grandmother and the antics they used to get up to.

He continued to speak, cutting vegetables haphazardly as he went, causing them to be in all different sizes and shapes. Kore wasn’t sure if he knew what he was cooking, or if he even knew how to cook. He would use the large chef’s knife that he was wielding to make wild gestures as he talked.

“... she always had a soft spot for you and Caleb, even before she adopted you when the experiment was forced to stop,” his eyes went wide as he realized what he had just said, “Whoops, sorry I can’t talk about that. I mean it’s just the ramblings of a silly old man, pay me no mind.”

Kore’s eyebrows furrowed. What the hell is he talking about? Grandma adopted us after we were orphaned during the Catastrophe. Is his memory okay? Kore thought to herself, confused and concerned. But there was already a seedling of doubt in her mind from the fact she had never told her about the aether core.

It was just then that Zayne made a reappearance. Dr. Noah sighed in relief as he walked in and the focus was shifted away from himself.

“Perfect timing, Zayne,” he said with a big smile, “Dinner is just about ready, why don’t you get out some bowls and spoons to set the table.” Zayne did what he was told. “Oh, and grab that loaf of bread over there, and some butter too, it will pair well with our soup.”

Zayne had an uncharacteristic look of horror that flashed over his face, which was missed by Kore and Dr. Noah alike. He hadn’t even thought about the doctor cooking by himself; he had been so used to helping him in the kitchen the realization that Kore wouldn’t be never crossed his mind.

Humming happily to himself, Dr. Noah ladled large servings of the soup, into each bowl. He insisted that both Zayne and her start eating right away while he returned the pot to the stove, continuing to mess around in the kitchen.

Beyond hungry from the long day, Kore eagerly started to eat. The soup, or was it a stew, was an otherworldly experience, just not in a good way. Stunned that the elder man was able to create something that was practically a non-Newtonian fluid, she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

She had no idea that something could be bland yet overwhelming. The last time she had tasted something this salty it was when she was a kid making cookies and Caleb switched the salt and the sugar. Caleb had found his prank hilarious… until he got excited about the cookies and stuffed about three in his mouth. Grandma, who had intended to punish him for the prank, found the whole thing funny and decided that he had punished himself enough. Although annoying at the time it was now a fond memory, even more so now that they were gone.

“In his old age, Dr. Noah’s taste buds have gotten dull,” Zayne whispered leaning into Kore, “don’t worry about actually eating it. If you would like, you can just pretend to so you don’t have to worry about hurting his feelings. After dinner I will clean up and make it seem like you ate the entire bowl.”

Noise radiated from the kitchen, clearly Dr. Noah was looking for something, there was a small grumble of curses before he gave up and returned to the table, clearly upset.

“Oh, there’s the bread!” he said joyously. The old man chuckled to himself and sat down. He was quick to devour his bowl of soup and did so eagerly. He even went to go and grab seconds.

“What did you guys talk about while I was away?” Zayne asked, folding his hands on the table. Kore found it to be a thinly veiled attempt to avoid eating the soup, Dr. Noah, however, paid it no mind.

“I was just telling Kore over here some stories about Josephine and our time back in school. She was quite a riot,” he said, seemingly delighted to share. “You know, come to think of it, she isn’t the only/first colleague of mine who interned with me at Ever to die recently. There was also James Higgins -”

Kore looked up at that name and her stomach dropped. “James Higgins? As in Dr. James Higgons, the professor at Linkon University studying metaflux?” she asked worriedly.

“The very same, did you know him?” Dr. Noah responded.

“No,” Kore admitted dejectedly. Zayne gave her a questioning look to which she mouthed ‘later’ to.

“Ironically enough it was a metaflux explosion that killed him,” the doctor continued, glossing right over Kore’s response. She sat quietly for the rest of dinner.

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Episode 36 - Taken ill

Nicole Baxter

Ivy Meadows Care Home, Woodley, Manchester

Oh its a funeral home, not a nursing home.

After hearing her talk about rot. She obviously cares about the corpses she tends to.

WE DO NOT DISREGARD ANY PART OF A STATEMENT

This funeral home has been in the same family for awhile.

Correction, Ivy Meadows is in fact a nursing home.

Oh god, not her preferring wards of the state.

Mutual loneliness

Hannah is g o n e

The call is getting cut off is big sus.

Everything was telling you that something was wrong OR it’s another pocket dimension.

Greasy residue?

John Amhurst, new director of the nursing home. Very tall and skinny.

Based on the fly description. Necromancy? Because to me this sounds like “was human but now an integral part if missing”.

Definitely necromancy because why else would he be mad about them showing up? Asked R, they said no necromancy in S1.

Very rotten body smell. But the state of the body indicted not that old but he was definitely suffering.

This girl has nerves of steel.

What does Uncle know? And good on him for not giving the ashes back.

I really doubt that it's worms. But it could be like a fungus or mold situation?

Yes please forget about the pocket dimension.

“Come quickly, we’ve taken ill” on a loop is a warning that should’ve been taken.

Vomiting flies is revolting.

Old man is going to do something bad.

The old man and the lady saved her but they have something to do with all this.

So it being closed 1 month before all of this began is scary but it brings up the question. Why did the funeral home not know about a nursing home closing down.?

Sorry Jon but you are wrong about the gas.

Building burned down in september.

Maybe the uncle knew and that’s why he didn’t bother with records.

The guy died a week before the decommissioning.

Was the body just left there?

Pocket dimension was like “what a steal! This place comes with corpses!”

7 transfers but 29 residents. Illegal workers.

Of course Jon Amhurst doesn’t exist, he’s a slime entity.

OKAY WAIT, she lost her hand? The one that came into contact with the slime? AND YOU BELIEVE HER? While workplace accident is technically accurate, STILL!

Oop Jon is finally picking up that there are dots to be connected.

Before he got cut off he was going to bring up Trevor the vampire hunter.

Old zippo was the delivery. It’s got a spider web on it. WHERE THE FUCK DO I REMEMBER IT FROM?

Is it Gerard’s, he’s the only person off the top of my head that I can remember.

Table sent to the artifacts room. Very likely the one from Across The Street (EP3)

They did not follow visitor protocols. Someone is getting written up.

So much happened in this one. That was obviously a pocket dimension. I believe that it causes rapid decay in the form of slime. I absolutely hate the inconsistencies of the funeral home family. First, you should know when a nursing home is closing. You should have more than a single pair of gloves per person. Also, the way that your uncle reacted is more than normal person weird. Also, why is the fact that the hand that touched the slime jas been amputated not discussed at all. There should be hospital records of that, FUCK HIPPA. Give me the reasons they have for the removal, it helps me know how the slime works. But all the important information is after the Tim sized interruption. I strongly believe that the zippo belongs to Gerard Keays. Additionally, the table from Across The Street making a reappearance is fun! Who would’ve thought that the hypnotic table would be important.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hey lofty, here’s a pretty lighthearted question (if you can even answer with like HIPPA and all)

What is the funniest thing a patient said/did

Hmmm 🤔

One patient was in pain, then we gave him ketamine and he was all :D “how are you? Do you like working nights?”

Me: You having any pain now?

Patient, absolutely delighted: I don’t even know what pain is! :D

Another time was really my fault more than anything, we had a patient complaining of back pain and it was this elderly couple and they eventually were like “nah it’s just our mattress, it’s 30+ years old and all that”

And what I wanted to say was: Wow that bed is really old

What I actually said: Wow that bed has seen a lot

The Grandpa: *hearty chuckle* Yeah it has 😏😏😏

Anyway, my partner banished me to the bunk room after that, something about being “sleep deprived” 🙄🤷🏻‍♀️

One time I had a patient propose marriage to me, that was entertaining. It went something like this:

Patient: You’re so sweet and kind ☺️ you married?

Me: I’m waiting for the right guy

Patient, smiling with all the drunken and drugged muster he could give me: MaYbE iT’s Me :D

Me:

Me: Let’s…. Work on getting you better first, ok?

[khaoala]

Started off the episode with mays terrible parents 😠 (I’m smad at the mom. Mad that she won’t defend May or stand up to her husband and sad because she is probably scared af of him. Divorce that man asap!)

Young May: How can someone be hurt emotionally?

Mays dad: hold my beer 😈

Hate that man with a burning passion!

Thankfully we quickly moved past that and onto the oonmay camping date. May struggling to remember that she’s supposed to be completely blind, the pluto necklace 😭, SEX IN THE CAMPER VAN 🫦🫦🫦. Oom’s twin senses were tingling so hard during that scene that she ended up waking up from her coma AND IMMEDIATELY LOOKING FOR MAY BECAUSE SHE ONLY REMEMBERS HER AND NOT PAUL!?!? Oy vey 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Ai seemed completely heartbroken right after she spoke with her grandma but it doesn’t seem to be stopping her since we see her texting May about cashing in for her reward while her sister IS RIGHT BEHIND HER. Bold Ai, very bold. and then AND THEN… the back to back reveals had me BOUNCING ON MY BED!!! Ai finding out may was the attorney who defended the guy who caused Ben to be paralyzed AND THEN IMMEDIATELY FINDING OUT THAT KOSAL WAS THE ONE WHO CAUSED MAY TO GO BLIND ALL BECAUSE Ai MADE SOME OFFHANDED THREAT OUT OF ANGER!!!!!

The repeated “i love her”s while breaking down had me breaking down 😭😭😭😭.

PinPangJan…

I totally understand that pim needs time after her breakup before she can jump into a new relationship but GODFUCKINGDAMMIT part of me wishes she moved on as quickly as pang! You and i seem to be switching stances on the whole throuple thing. I was initially hoping for a love triangle in which each person’s feelings went both directions(the ever rare true triangle!). Here we have Pang likes Jan. Jan likes Pim. Pim is still pining for Pang. Does Jan even like Pang? Doesn’t seem like Pang ever really loved Pim. I need someone who has read the books to tell me if pim ends up happy. That’s all I need to know!!!

Some last random thoughts…

-is ton breaking HIPPA every time he gives May an update on oom?

- i find it interesting that Jan basically knew everything about May from the start but didn’t say anything!!!!

-I’m curious as to how much oom remembers. She called May her gf but also remembered that May was the attorney. I wonder if she remembers the moments after that when she realized May met and fell in love with Ai that day way back when.

I’m am so sorry about this insane amount of word vomit of all my thoughts and feelings.

-🤫

i've said this before and i'll say it again, i hope the dad dies. he's probably going to get arrested or have a quick redemption arc and ask for forgiveness for being a despicable human being, but in a perfect world, he'd end up dead in a ditch. "bibi that's so revengeful", i couldn't care less. he's abusive to his child, he's abusive to his nephew and given the mom's response to all of that, he is most definitely abusive towards her (and he know it's not only mentally, given that he didn't think twice before slapping may across the face after very reasonably questioning him). so anyway, hope he dies.

i spent my free evening playing baldur's gate 3 and when i tell you i would regularly remember the way may would sneak glances at oon… *sighs* is it yearning when they are already dating? anyway, i didn't go into the tags and none of my moots reblogged anything like it (i think), but i'm so on my way to make a gifset about that because it made me feel things.

the sex scene was so beautifully shot, too. the light and the mood and the way oon had her hair to the side and looked quite dishevelled, it was better than i could have hopped (also, here i am, yet again, even more excited about girl rules bc yes, beautiful sex scenes with feelings are always great, but i'm so ready for the messy and angry that i know all three couples will serve).

LISTEN. amnesia plots are so cliche and used to be so overly used, and it's also one of my favorite tropes for some types of fanfics, SO HOW DID I NOT THINK THAT WOULD BE A THING? OOM HIT HER HEAD FOR GOD'S SAKE. honestly, that's on me, i didn't even think of the possibility like a fool. but i was so heartbroken for oom, too, bc imagine you go through the heartbreak of finding out your gf is in love with your sister actually, and then you marry a dude you don't care about, and now you forget him, and think you're in love with your ex again! when she finds out, it'll be heartbreaking. namtan will make me cry again.

the thing about ai and oom tho, they aren't telling her about paul and may right away just to avoid her going through more traumatic stuff after surviving an i-don't-know-how-many-months coma. at least the impression i got was that they were going to tell her once she got stronger, but then, BUT THEN! the revelations about batman, and ben, and kosol come to light and i wanted to die right then and there. you can see oon's face dropping and her heart breaking with each new piece of information she gets. i wanna commend namtan again bc man, how can she cry so prettily and make me feel all of these sad things? she did so great, i love her acting. i love the way she plays oom and say "pls forgive may, for me". i love how in love she looks whenever she's with may. how fond of her sister and her grandma she looks. i love this woman.

YOU SUMMED UP THE PIMPANGJAN THING PERFECTLY (for me). here's the thing, and i think i've said this last week, too. if pang demonstrated she has ever liked pim romantically (bc even when they were together, i feel like pang was just keeping pim to fill in space), i would be fine with a possible throuple. but pang has no interest whatsoever in pim, while pim can't forget pang, and poor jan is in this crossfire, bc she's respecting pim's decision to not get involved with her, but i don't think she's romantically into pang, either. it'll be great if they all kiss. i can't wait to finally add earn to the girl kissers list i have, and add two names to her tab, BUT STILL!!

to be fair, ton has been lying left and right to cover may, so i don't think he's too worried about patient confidentiality. he's an ally helping out his poor lesbian cousin get the girl, we can forgive him.

i was already suspicious that jan knew everything. watching back, it's so clear that oom was trying to set oon and may up, and bc jan is oom's best friend, i can only imagine all the things they've talked about and how much jan must have comforted her friend after the revelation about may's true affections.

i think oom has a selective memory loss thing going on. as in she forgot all the most traumatic things that have happened in the past year and regressed. even tho i wish oom would make things messier, i think she'll get her memories back on her own soon-ish. i do wonder what type of ending she'll get bc i must say, i'm an oom apologist, and i need her to somehow get a cute girlfriend who loves her for her too.

[postroesociety]

hi

I'm a trans minor w/ a uterus. I've seen a few posts saying to delete all period tracking apps/devices/services etc. and paper track. Is there any reason why? I use the free version of the period tracker "Stardust", because it also has the moon cycles. I'm not sure how well known it is.

So is there any reason why we should start paper tracking? Is it that there is actually a possible threat of people checking through your period apps? For what purposes?

Tysm. I think we're all struggling rn. I hope you're doing well <333

We'll get through this, I know we will.

-B

Hi!!! first of all, thank you for asking and second congrats on being the very first ask I got!

The main reason why people are saying we should delete period tracker apps is that these period tracker apps will often keep your data and if you were to get into trouble for receiving an abortion, then law enforcement would request your data regardless of its "anonymized" status or not. They would still be able to track it back to you and your identity.

Although there is always that reason there's a lot more. for example:

Most of these apps are considered lifestyle apps, which aren't protected by HIPPA laws.

companies can buy and use your private information

there is no legislation protecting you and your data

Stardust, however, does have an encryption code system that they use. Stardust said this in the caption of their most recent Instagram post:

"We keep your data safe by storing your contact information with third parties and storing your health data against a random account ID. This means that we do not link your health data to your real-world identity."

I personally use Stardust but I am still wary of using it and I'm not exactly sure if it would still be completely safe if you live in a state like Texas or Georgia, which has incredibly restrictive laws.

The reason people are urging others to go back to the brick-and-mortar calendar method is because of concerns about data leaks that could be used against you. More specifically, the data of your last period, your last ovulation cycle, among all the other aspects of your cycle can be studied to determine whether or not you may have been pregnant and received an abortion.

At the end of the day, it's gonna be up to you if you trust Stardust, but my advice would be to only use it if you're in a blue state with access to abortion, confident you will not get pregnant from a sexual partner (SA still can happen so be wary), and finally if you decide you can trust Stardust.

For anyone interested in how to track your period via the calendar method, I suggest you consult this article from Planned Parenthood..

And to B, thank you for asking this question, it's greatly appreciated. If you (or anyone else) have questions, concerns, or needs support, please don't hesitate to reach out to me in my dm's or through asks.

Sincerely,

Post Roe Society.

[jamiebluewind]

WIBTA?

My aide isn't doing most of the stuff in his job description and might have violated HIPPA. I want to tell his agency which will probably get him fired.

I'm disabled with a weak left side, dizzy spells, and migraines. I got an aide through an agency who has been working with me for about a month. He's far from the worst aide I've had, but he can't do a lot of the things I need like change my sheets (he has a bad back) or help me after a shower (religious reasons) and (despite having a list on the fridge) will do nothing unless I or my roommate say something to him. I have to ask him several times to come with me when I need to leave the house (agency requirement) and he can't stabilize me when I'm tippy or need a shoulder for balance going up/down steps. My roommate has been doing all the stuff he doesn't, but she doesn't really have the time (full time student). I was honestly confused on why he even has this job, but every day he tells me how his wife tells him he can't lose this job, how he works two jobs, how he has to support his sick wife and kids...

This week, I had a friend stay over (her bed is in the livingroom) and I just found out through her that my aide is on the phone in my livingroom most of the time, taking no less than two to three separate calls a day (she had no idea it wasn't okay because he wasn't even hiding it from her). I've been sticking to my bedroom more than usual, so I never knew. I just assumed I was walking in on him watching videos (I asked a few times that he kept one ear open in case I fell because it was hard to get his attention with two earbuds), but he was on his phone and going silent when I walked in.

The reason this is a big deal is because of privacy. Texting is fine, but being on the phone in my home, around me, or in my doctor's office greatly increases the risk of personal medical information being overheard/leaked (I learned my lesson from the aide that didn't tell me her husband was on speaker and started asking me very personal questions while I was doing physical therapy). I told him that he could just give me a heads up, step outside, finish his phonecall, and come back in and I wouldn't mind.

I'm so upset that I want to just call the aide company, tell them EVERYTHING, and request a new aide. I know his situation sucks and I should just tell them it didn't work out so he can find a different job, but he's SO POORLY QUALIFIED between his back and his issues with nudity, I feel like he broke my trust, I have no idea if I said sensitive information while around him,...

[shiorimakibawrites]

Idea: Sanctuary (Daredevil)

Last one, I promise. At least until the muses give me more ideas through I'm hoping they actually let me write finish something before piling more work on me.

Brainstorming notes where any feedback or suggestions are welcomed.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Defenders - Angst with eventual comfort - Medical inaccuracies - Beginning of Season 3 Matt.

Sanctuary

Matt Murdock / Daredevil x Reader

Possible Ch. Titles: John Doe – Where There Is Life – HIPPA Violation – Do No Harm – Confession

You are a doctor who works at small charity clinic.

One day, as you are heading home, you are stopped by Father Lantom.

Not sure how you know him – maybe you are Catholic and starting attending Mass after moving to NYC.

Father Lantom asks you for a favor. There is someone who needs a doctor but you can’t take him to a hospital or tell anyone about him.

This request gives you some misgivings but you trust the priest and figure that he wouldn’t be asking this of you if it wasn’t necessary or important. So you agree to his terms.

He takes you to where your patient is:

(1) Still in the St. Agnes as it was in canon but tucked away somewhere out of the way.

(2) In the basement since they seem to want to keep Matt’s presence a secret and keeping someone in a building full of kids isn’t how you keep them a secret.

John Doe is half-naked, unconscious, and badly hurt. He should be in a hospital but they are adamant about not taking him. You wonder who is this man is but Father Lantom and Sister Maggie claim not to really know, that they found him like that but you aren’t sure you believe them.

Maybe you have some kind of healing power – the power is relatively minor, you can boost someone’s natural healing ability – cannot instantly and completely heal someone’s wounds or illnesses but you can heal enough to turn a deadly injury into a survivable one. Lessen the recovery time – you heal in one week instead of two.

There is some cost to your healing power – (1) takes energy (2) have to know exactly what you are doing to avoid more harm than than good (3) you can feel your patient’s pain while healing them (4) some combination thereof.

Despite efforts to keep things secret, you learn some things about your patient. He had been injured before but got medical treatment of varying degrees of quality (no shade on Claire, sometimes Matt does his own stitches) – that he was blind – seems to have sensitive skin – stuff from nightmares and mumblings when he is feverish (apologizing to various people – Dad, Elektra, Foggy, Karen, Stick . . .).

You also notice the man is very handsome.

You try to figure out which of the two people missing from the Midland Circle your patient is – attorney Matt Murdock or the vigilante Daredevil. Daredevil fits with the muscular body, the scars, and the insistence that he not go to hospital. Matt Murdock fits with the blindness but you struggle to think of why Matt Murdock cannot go to a hospital.

John Doe (Matt) isn’t exactly cooperative with unraveling the mystery when he walks up but not uncooperative either – sometimes he doesn’t seem to care if you know who he is, other times he does – you think its part of his depression.

Because yes, Matt when he wakes up is the same cheerful person we saw in the beginning of Season 3 (obvious sarcasm is obvious).

Matt needs SO MUCH therapy – physical and psychological. Neither of which is your specialty but you doubted that you could bring either in on this . . . maybe you have friends who are a physical therapist and a psychiatrist or psychologist whose brains you can pick. They will probably eventually get curious about your questions.

Maybe they discover things and become part of the team. Again, nothing against Claire but she might need some help with patching up vigilantes – if for no other reason, she cannot be everywhere. Also as a doctor, you can write prescriptions for things like antibiotics (given how often he lands in dumpsters, it is amazing that Matt hasn’t gotten an infection yet).

At some point, you move Matt from the church to your place.

Romance is slow burn.

[ceoofvillainmc]

You've Got Mail!

My dumbass chatfic that I've had rolling around in my brain lol

she's a bit of a slow burn but dont worry the boys will be appearing

hope you guys enjoy!

Here's the AO3 link if you'd prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62200078/chapters/159112096

FAULTY HEART FOSTER KIDS >5:09pm

SMELLva: Okay roll call!!! Who survived their first day as an official hunter

rosie: all good here. my partner seemed more nervous than i was lol

HIPPA violator: Same for me! I got put in a group of three, but they were both really nice!

HIPPA violator: Also, can we please change my name?

rosie: no.

SMELLva: Whyyyy sisi you’re so good at it :)))))))

rosie: stop using your healthcare appointments to flirt with our doctor

SMELLva: I don’t think changing her primary physician is going to do anything

SMELLva: He just has to be in the same room and she’s all 🥺

HIPPA violator: Yeah! The appointments are just for easy access!

rosie: easy access

rosie: 🤨

HIPPA violator: NO

SMELLva: Hot

rosie: no its not

SMELLva: No it’s not 🤮he’s like a brother

HIPPA violator: Speaking of, have we heard from Bea?

rosie: i didn’t see them when we reported back to the association

rosie: wouldn’t be surprised if they went straight home

rosie: she was nervous about today

SMELLva: Yeah could be decompressing

HIPPA violator: But we promised to check in after today… 🤔

rosie: true.

BEES: im here

BEES: sorry i was trying to figure out how to phrase it

<Reply to message> BEES:  @HIPPA violator what do u mean speaking of zayne

HIPPA violator: Bea!!!!!!!!!!!

rosie: what do you mean phrase it did something happen

BEES: i mean

BEES: yes and no

BEES: im fine! not hurt or anything

BEES: it was just

BEES: hm

rosie: ????????????

BEES: was it the autism that reminded you of me when you were talking about zayne

BEES: bc maybe that’s why I thought today was odd idk

SMELLva: Okay that’s kinda ominous

HIPPA violator: Elaborate???? Please?????

BEES: okay so i was paired with this girl tara shes really nice you guys would like her

BEES: kinda like a mouse?

SMELLva: Oh was she the one who was next to me?

BEES: yeah

SMELLva: Oh yeah she’s cute!!!!

BEES: yeah so me n her were assigned i think it was an old lab or something

BEES: oh she does tarot btw

HIPPA violator: Love that 😍

BEES: and we found some wanderers and then she said we should split up to look around

BEES: which i wasnt super into but i said yeah anyway

SMELLva: WHY

BEES: I DONT KNOW I PANICKED

rosie: white people behavior

BEES: yeah 😔

BEES: but yeah she does the outside and i go further in and

BEES: theres this

BEES: dude

BEES: just lying there

SMELLva: oh my god

rosie: what.

HIPPA violator: Alive????

BEES: yeah he was totally fine some metaflux on him but dude was just

BEES: napping

rosie: are you for real right now

BEES: yeah his words he was “sleeping at the time”

SMELLva: WHAT

BEES: yeah i called back up and everything scared the life out of me

HIPPA violator: Well, at least you followed protocol!

BEES: 💁‍♀️

BEES: we fought a couple wanderers together dude was kinda crazy strong actually

BEES: uses a sword

BEES: do we get swords?

rosie: hope so.

SMELLva: it’s one of the 4 standard hunting weapons, yeah

rosie: 👍

HIPPA violator: So, anything more on mystery man?

BEES: uh

BEES: he has the light evol

rosie: that’s rare

BEES: touched his tit

SMELLva: W H A T

BEES: hes kinda hot actually

HIPPA violator: I’m sorry, can we back up a second there??????

SMELLva: PLEASE elaborate on how you got from fighting wanderers to copping a feel I am BEGGING

BEES: right so after we killed the wanderers i was like hey maybe we should leave and he said we couldnt bc we were in a trap

BEES: he also crushed the protocores thats not what were supposed to do is it?

SMELLva: No I don’t think so

rosie: no.

HIPPA violator: No, we’re supposed to bring them back to the Association

BEES: yeah thought so

BEES: he literally wouldnt answer ANY questions dude was super suspicious

BEES: then he just grabs my hands and drags me under this like shelter bc there was more wanderers

SMELLva: Hand holding????? Before marriage??????

BEES: they were luminivores so we were kinda stuck bc they would just use his evol to revive right so

rosie: thats convenient

BEES: RIGHT?

BEES: so i said i have the resonance evol and we could just like fill them up with so much light they explode

HIPPA violator: Huh?

BEES: 🤷‍♀️

BEES: it worked

BEES: once i said that he said “please forgive me” and then he put my hand on his chest

HIPPA violator: To resonate?

BEES: yeah

SMELLva: isn’t any contact fine though?

BEES: yeah

BEES: it worked

>do crime changed Beatrix’s nickname to day 1 HR violation

day 1 HR violation: fair

day 1 HR violation: it was a nice chest

SMELLva: oh my god

HIPPA violator: So???? What happened after?

rosie: yeah are you taking him out to dinner or what

SMELLva: Did you at least get his name????

day 1 HR violation: uh

SMELLva: BEATRIX

rosie: damn you got to 3rd base and don’t even know his name

SMELLva: Is that 3rd base????

rosie: i dont know which base is titty touching

HIPPA violator: I think…3rd?

day 1 HR violation: third is bjs

HIPPA violator: Maybe like 2nd?

SMELLva: Maybe its between second and third

rosie: hold on i’ll google it

SMELLva: oh I forgot we had that

rosie: it’s second base

rosie: damn you got to 2nd base and don’t even know his name

day 1 HR violation: i DO know his name its xavier i just remembered how shady that part of the conversation was

HIPPA violator: What do you mean?

day 1 HR violation: so we introduced ourselves and he seemed to like hesitate so oh my god what if i dont know his name

day 1 HR violation: and then immediately after he was like “hey can u do me a favor and not tell anyone i was here”

SMELLva: Um

rosie: sus

day 1 HR violation: the whole time i assumed he was a hunter bc he was dressed like one

HIPPA violator: A Tenebrae maybe?

SMELLva: Might be

day 1 HR violation: i told him that sounded suspicious and he said hell “explain next time we meet”

SMELLva: WHAT DOES HE MEAN NEXT TIME

HIPPA violator: Maybe he is a Hunter then?

day 1 HR violation: i did say i was a new recruit

rosie: it’s still sus to me

day 1 HR violation: but this is the wild part

SMELLva: THERES MORE????

day 1 HR violation: after that tara came through on my watch saying that she was heading my way and when i turned back to tell him who she was he was gone

rosie: gone

HIPPA violator: Gone?

day 1 HR violation: gone

day 1 HR violation: like poof

SMELLva: ….was there actually a poof?

day 1 HR violation: no he just literally vanished

rosie: SUS

day 1 HR violation: then tara showed up and was all impressed bc she thought i killed all the wanderers on my own ☹

SMELLva: That’s actually nuts

day 1 HR violation: yeah i feel bad ☹

HIPPA violator: What, why??

day 1 HR violation: do you think i should tell the commander it wasnt me ☹

day 1 HR violation: but he told me not to tell

SMELLva: No bea I meant that whole situation is nuts

day 1 HR violation: oh

day 1 HR violation: well yeah

day 1 HR violation: i think tara could tell something was up bc she invited me out for food after

day 1 HR violation: it was nice

HIPPA violator: Well, that’s good at least!

HIPPA violator: Plus, with this we all survived our first day as Hunter’s with only…mild hiccups!

rosie: surviving was the bar so i'll say its a plus 💅

SMELLva: I agree! Plus I’d maybe keep the stuff about today to yourself 😅It’s probably better not to get any more involved with this Xavier guy

HIPPA violator: Yeah, especially if it turns out he IS a Tenebrae!

day 1 HR violation: but guys i dont like keeping secrets ☹

rosie: well you told us

rosie: and you are a good shot so i wouldn’t say it’s unfair credit

day 1 HR violation: 💛

SMELLva: Lets just sleep on it and see how the rest of this week goes

SMELLva: If it ends up needing to be said then you can say it then!

HIPPA violator: We’ll make sure to back you up if anyone gets mad about it, of course!

rosie: yeah say we told you not to tell

day 1 HR violation: 💛 💛 💛

day 1 HR violation: thanks guys

day 1 HR violation: plus who knows i might not even see this xavier guy again

day 1 HR violation: im gonna rest im exhausted

SMELLva: That’s understandable 😅

SMELLva: We’ll see you at work tomorrow! 🩷

HIPPA violator: Goodnight! 🩵

rosie: night night ❤️

>You are Offline

[foster-the-world]

Ready for Vacation

We changed our booking for Jasper National Park due to the wildfires. The other area looks great. They've had some great Northern Lights in Banff this past week. I hope that holds until we go there. Getting excited about the trip. I'm hoping since we are New Yorkers who are used to crowds we won't find it annoying. Since most people are back in school maybe we will have a few less crowds.

The nurse Union reps are so odd. They spend every meeting chasing us. Yesterday they seemed to be blaming us for not having computers. I've been working here 6.5 months and still don't have a laptop in order to do field visits. Which was limiting me to telehealth visits and a certain type of less frequent home visit. Recently I volunteered to use an old person computer I have. I much, much, much prefer to be in the field so I'm willing to risk my computer being broken. Then they start ranting that we are breaking HIPPA laws by doing telehealth assessments at our desks. Which I don't disagree with. We wear headphones but its an open floor plan office. Everyone can hear me asking follow-up questions and walk by and see the patient. However, we only have one conference room with one computer. How the heck are we supposed to all use the same computer at once? At least five times during the meeting they called us unprofessional. Again, this is not management this is the nursing union that is supposed to represent us. As of yesterday we are supposed to fill out protest of assignments forms every single day - stating we don't have computers. Fine, whatever. They could have just apologized for not fixing the issue earlier and asked us nicely to fill out the form.