#(NEUROSURGEON)

[descendinight]

cms - Aysel for @/jimengxi (twitter)

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Cross sections of the brain show a healthy one at the bottom and an Alzheimer-diseased sample at the top. photo: Maggie Steber

[lysatoru]

I’ll never smile again - Frank Sinatra

a little angst, reader is a neurosurgeon, neutral pronouns, ""friendship"", geto’s death is mentionned, cuss words, mention of death, mention of medical treatment, mention of graveyard

gojo satoru x reader

"time of death 10:34pm"

the monitor beeps. The noise is continuous and getting heavier and heavier to bear. You put down your scalpel, raise your hands and step away from the body. You look around, at a few people in the observatory, friends and journalists who’ve come to watch the first surgery about your experiment on a certain type of tumor, a new surgical approach to removing that tumor. A rather invasive approach indeed, but one that worked in clinical trials.

The intern begins to close the patient's skull. Drops of sweat begin to drip from your forehead, your vision starts to deteriorate more and more, you've got to get out of there. "I killed him, I killed him" goes round and round in your head. You smile slightly at the journalists in the observatory, including your best friend, your friends and Gojo. "I'm sorry, I have to go" you inform the other surgeons and doctors in the OR.

You leave the room quickly. Your best friend has seen the distress in your eyes, she knows you, she knows what you're like. "That's not a good sign" she murmurs before rubbing her face with both hands. Gojo looks at your best friend blankly and gets up, leaving the observatory. "Where are you going?" she asks Gojo "I won't be long" he replies.

You take off your coat, gloves and cap, throw the coat and gloves in the trash and your cap on the floor. You're trembling, suffocating, everyone was counting on you and you failed, you killed him. You needed air, you knew the journalists would be here as soon as possible. You walk into the x-ray room. You see them, the scans of your late patient, "what the hell happened?" you look at them over and over again. You go in circles in the room, biting your lip and rubbing your eyes. You rip the scans off the wall and throw them on the floor, "fuck!". Tears start to roll down your cheeks, unintentionally.

"Are you all right?" you hear a voice coming from behind you, you knew exactly who it was. Gojo slowly closes the door behind him and moves closer, "Everything's fine, everything's fine".

"Everything's fine?! Do you really think everything's fine?! Are you kidding me?!" you reply.

"Shh, it's not your fault you know" he tries to stay calm.

"Who operated on him? Who opened his skull? Who performed an invasive surgical method on him? It’s me!" you lose all control, gojo is not your enemy in this situation, quite the opposite. You move closer to him, pointing at yourself, tears flowing, your voice starting to break little by little

"You need to calm down, it was experimental and you know it" gojo puts his hands on your shoulders

"Do not touch me!" you reply, backing away violently.

He sighs and raises an eyebrow, leans back against a wall, crosses his arms and legs, "I'm not going to teach you your job, but death is part of your job. there are things you can't foresee".

"He was 15! He was 15 and he had a tumor since 13! He died at 15 because of me! It’s not fair!" you say crying your heart out . "Death was almost inevitable, you know that" he replies calmly.

"And what do you know about death? how often do you come into contact with it?" you approach him.

"What do you mean?" he approaches you too, clenches his jaw, the tension begins to build between you. "Don’t start with those things it won’t get us anywhere" he sighs once again. He didn't want to get upset because you'd just lost a patient who was very important to you, but he soon realized that the subject could take a rather dramatic turn.

"You dare lecture me about death and inevitability when you literally killed your best friend?"

— silence.

Gojo straightens up, uncrosses his arms and looks at you, raising his eyebrows, again "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" you’ve gone too far.

"Do you really think I wanted this? That I wanted all this?" he approaches you again, his eyes wide.

"I know I didn't, I'm sorry-" you slowly back away

"Do you really think that your job as a neurosurgeon, which you chose, and my job, which was imposed on me, are the same? Do you really think that I don't deal with death? You don't kill patients, you fail to save them, it's not the same. I kill people on purpose, that's the difference between us. — the more he talks, the closer he gets to you, you find yourself leaning against a wall involuntarily. You raise your head more and more to look at him because he's so tall — I have no choice but to do this job, you do. I kill those around me for ungrateful people like you"

"Satoru, please wait-" you start following him

The door slams and you find yourself alone in the scan room, you'd just pissed off the only person who'd come to support you after your defeat, Gojo considered you a true friend so much so that he confided about his friendship with Geto and how much he was suffering today, from his death. You knew that your patient's death and Geto's were incomparable, and yet you compared them. Why were you so stupid?

You start to follow gojo through the corridors but the journalists start to come between you "I'm sorry I have to-", "Did you make a mistake?", "why did he die?", "He was only 15, how do you feel?" fucking journalists. You see Gojo disappear in the hallway.

When you get home, you try to call Gojo, but he doesn't answer. You try to send him messages, but he doesn’t reply.

11:57pm

i’m sorry Satoru i know i fucked up

12:03pm

please, can we talk?

12:32pm

i think i know where you are, i’m coming

You get in your car and head down to the graveyard. A few minutes later you arrive in front of his grave and there he was, crouching, wearing his mask as usual, you've always wondered if it was also a way of hiding his emotions, the eyes speak, but his, what do they say ?

"Hi, you didn’t reply to my texts i was scared" you say softly. He doesn’t say anything. "I’m sorry you know i didn’t mean that" — "Why did you come ?" he say not looking at you but still looking at the grave. "I was worried". He laughs ironically "really ? you really are the last person i wanted to see here."

You decide to approach him a little. "I wanted to make sure you were fine" — "And I am, you can leave now"

You don’t know what to say anymore, it was all your fault anyway. "Satoru I-" — "leave" he looks at you and you decide to leave.

You know he’ll never smile the same again without Geto near him.

hi, first post since almost nine months *tries not to panick*. I don’t know how to feel about this, i think i lost the way i was writing before ? i don’t know. I have a feeling this is botch :( I wanted to try something new but anyway.

even though i’m not a big fan of this work, i’m really happy to writing again^^

if you think i use deepl for this one you’re right 😜👍🏻

[sillylittlejelly]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

[blackgirlsreverything]

[doumadono]

Folks! I'm incredibly proud to share that I've successfully completed my doctoral thesis! It spans an impressive 520 pages, marking the culmination of two intense years of dedicated research. While exhaustion lingers from the final push, there's one last hurdle — the awaited doctoral defense next year, where I aim to secure a well-deserved grade 💜 I extend my heartfelt gratitude to all of you for your unwavering support throughout this challenging journey. Your encouragement has meant the world to me. Much love to everyone who frequently checked on me and my progress 💜💙

[storiesavenged]

Rivalry

doctor strange x surgeon!reader

~ wherein (pre-accident) doctor strange and reader are always competing to see who's the better surgeon until one day readers' had enough.

~ masterlist | part 2(??) ~

!! warnings !!

• character death

everyone at the hospital knew you and doctor strange were always in competition with one another. but it didn't bother you. you loved riling the man up and he loved the excitement and challenge it brought to his work. your latest argument was that you could perform a craniotomy better than him. you both had patients lined up for craniotomies and you had been practicing nearly all night when you got a phone call.

"yes mum?" you answered, taking a seat in a chair to relax a bit while on the phone. little did you know it was not the time to relax at all.

"w-what??? you're kidding.. no he... he can't be..." you fought the tears threatening to spill from your tired eyes. your mom had just told you your dad passed away from cardiac arrest.

"okay.. i'll be there. i love you mum" you whispered, once the call ended a sob tore its way out of you and you curled up on the chair you once sat relaxed in. you had an excellent relationship with your dad so this news was devastating for you. eventually once you calmed down you made your way to the locker rooms to shower and change, and all but sped to your parents home.

attending your fathers funeral meant you would be late for work thus meaning strange would be on your case but you couldn't care less. you felt numb, void of all your sadness and tears after the funeral. you showed up to work not caring your eyes were puffy and bloodshot and your appearance a mess.

"sorry i'm late, it won't happen again." you explained to the hospital director who called you in upon hearing you were over an hour late.

"it better not. now go out there, you've got a craniotomy waiting for you." he ushered you out of his office and you didn't fight it at all. you just made your way over to your patient when you bumped into strange.

"well well well, look who finally decided to show up." strange teased cockily, oblivious to the state you were in being depressive related. he knew you were staying behind to practice so he figured you were just tired.

"strange i'm really not in the mood" you mumbled as you walked past him and towards your patients room, not caring about your lack of formalities with your fellow doctor.

"seeing as you're late i'll be able to watch you lose our little challenge~ good luck doctor y/l/n" he teased, walking off towards the OR.

you just scoffed as you headed into your patients room, explaining the surgery to him and getting him to sign the papers on your clipboard. once the nurses got him situated in the OR and under anesthesia you scrubbed in, fighting the emotions that were now threatening to take over. you couldn't let them win, you were already late and had a job to do as well as a bet to win. you shook your head, focusing on the task at hand. once you entered the OR you felt overwhelmed. what if you failed? your mind was so occupied with the loss of your father you seemingly couldn't think about anything else.

"what's the matter doctor y/l/n? afraid you'll lose?" strange quipped, you just rolled your eyes and took a deep breath before starting the procedure. of course throughout the procedure strange would make quips and remarks about your work, all of them affecting you much more than they normally would due to your emotions being on high. you were almost done, about to close up when strange teased you again and you lost it.

"enough strange!!! that's it!!! you win!!" you sobbed, handing your instruments to the nurse who looked at you shocked and concerned before taking them and closing up for you. you sprinted out of the OR, running for the spot on the roof you always went when you needed to blow off steam. you didn't even make it to the bench up there before falling to your knees, sobs shaking your body. strange knew he messed up big time, he felt extremely guilty that this fighting was affecting you so much. of course, he had no idea you had just lost your father- no one did.

you weren't up there alone for long, as strange had ran after you. you flinched as his hand caressed your shoulder but you didn't fight it. you didn't have the energy to fight him anymore.

"y/n..." he whispered, dropping the titles with you. now he was speaking to you as a friend. he didn't know what was wrong, he didn't need to in order to know that you needed a friend right now.

"i-i can't.. do this anymore..." you sobbed, letting him pick you up and place you on the bench, sitting next to you. you leaned against him and he didn't push you away, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him. he was almost brought to tears himself, you were always so strong. even if you lost a patient, you never let anyone see you hurting, much less see you cry.

"stephen.. my.. my dad... he passed away yesterday..." you started, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"that's why i was late... i was at his funeral.." you sniffled, closing your eyes as you were exhausted and being held by strange was warm and comforting.

"oh... y/n i'm so sorry... i didn't know..." his heart broke. he had teased you so carelessly about being late. he should have known something was up. you were never late- even if you didn't get a wink of sleep.

"all this fighting.. we've taken it too far. it was fun at first but... it's affecting even me at this point." strange admitted truthfully. lately he had been noticing it was affecting himself and his work. all he could think about was gloating to you and beating you in your bets.

"truce?" you whispered, a soft smile creeping its way onto your face. he smiled too, stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

"truce. hey, i really am sorry. for everything i ever said, it's.. it's so silly- i hardly remember why we ever started fighting." he chuckled softly.

"you challenged me when you found out i came on as a neurosurgeon. you said 'i bet i'm a better neurosurgeon than you'. i entertained the challenge and.. well here we are." your smile grew as you recalled the memory. truthfully you always had a crush on strange and you only kept playing this game with him because it kept you distracted from your feelings and focused on your work. but you couldn't admit that to him yet. you were still grieving, and you needed time to heal so you didn't make any rash decisions.

"either way, i'm glad it's over. i'm pretty sure mr. director was about to get involved" he joked, causing you to laugh a little.

"thank you, stephen. for being here." you whispered as you felt exhaustion taking over your body.

"anytime, y/n. we're friends now, whenever you need me i'll be here, i promise." he smiled as he felt you fall asleep in his hold. he would die before he admitted it first, but he liked you as well.

masterlist

[superxstarzz]

BIG HUGE fan of the merges as someone who has always had two classpects. Ur Doing gods work. The color pallets are so pretty too. Went thru the whole doc just to double check this one hasnt been done yet but mage of hope and sylph of void? (I think its neurosurgeon of radiance)

heyyy! glad to see I'm reaching double classpect people!!! here you go!!!

[youngchronicpain]

There are so many emotions when you get a neurosurgery consult.

Fear. Relief. Fear again. Hope. More fear.

I have had three corrective back surgeries. (My other two were for my spinal cord stimulator implants.) I know what it is like to go into an appointment with a neurosurgeon and leave with a surgery date.

I also know what it is like to go in and hear, "There's nothing more we can do for you."

That is the last thing I was told by a neurosurgeon. And now, my pain management doctor thinks it is time to go back. It has been years. The degeneration in my spine has worsened. I am feeling so many complicated feelings.

I always want to believe there is a chance that something could be done to improve my quality of life. But I know what the pain of surgery is like, intimately. And I know what it is like to deal with a failed back surgery, which is far, far worse.

I am honestly not sure if I am more afraid that they will tell me that there is something that they can do, or that there isn't.

Heck.

[werewolf240moon]

Kazuhiro Kiritaki

Actuel directeur du Bird

[ Current director of the Bird ]

Stray Dog & Mortician belongs to VanRah @poizongirl

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Dr. Ben Carson to Tucker Carson: The Left’s Worship of Kamala Harris

Dr Ben Carson has written several good books. I highly recommend his biography as well as his book "America the Beautiful."

[monsta-x-jagi]

Monsta X and their S/O’s Medical Profession

TLDR - they’re all obviously super supportive. I tried to make the professions match their personalities hehe

Shownu - Podiatrist

You gave the best massages. For a dancer like Shownu, sometimes he wondered if you were blessed with angelic healing powers or something when you helped him unwind after a long day of practicing. You always laughed at his musings and simply said its knowledge of muscles, but Shownu would continue looking at you with adoration and appreciation for how you treat him. Still, he’d worry about you essentially having to bring your work home, so he’s always prepared to return the favour if you want a massage too. The strangest outcome from dating a podiatrist however, was that he no longer buys someone high heels as a gift. Also as a podiatrist, you received far fewer emergency phone calls, so your date nights were fortunately not interrupted often, and you could make time to go to Shownu’s concerts too.

Wonho - Veterinarian

You and Wonho would definitely become the doting parents to lots of cute animals. Wonho probably comes to where you work to play with the animals. It’s almost like a date at an animal cafe, except you probably have fluffy patients to treat, but Wonho is taking up your time being your fluffy bunny. Honestly, you didn’t mind, but you were still on the clock, so... Wonho tries to engage with your work by putting on documentaries about animals, but he sometimes falls asleep, especially when he’s tired from his idol activities. You don’t mind, and think it’s super cute.

Minhyuk - Paediatrician

He would genuinely turn up at the hospital where you work just to say hi to your adorable patients. But then he’d pout when you weren’t there because you’re busy consulting or doing surgery. Because Minhyuk comes to the hospital so often, you usually go home together at the end of the day, maybe buying dinner from somewhere. He is very attuned to your emotions because treating children, especially ones with low chances of survival, does take its toll on you. More than once, you’ve cried about a patient, and Minhyuk has pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back while you let out all your sadness.

Kihyun - Dermatologist

When Kihyun met you, Monsta X teased him relentlessly. There was something amusing about the young flexer meeting someone who specialised in skin treatments. Some people make comments about how you must be in a difficult position - you probably have clients who come in simply because of they want to see your celebrity boyfriend, and there’s also probably clients being referred to you by your celebrity boyfriend. These kinds of comments make you feel like people are devaluing your achievements, although Kihyun does recommend your clinic to friends, not just because he loves you, but because you’re good at your job. Sometimes, you’re a little too good at your job. All Kihyun might want is to lie down with his head in your lap, but you might end up simply looking at his skin to identify if he needs any treatments before comeback week.

Hyungwon - Anaesthesiologist

A perfect pairing - he sleeps like the dead, and you get people to sleep like the dead. However, you always had to arrive before the surgeons to help prep the patient, so some mornings, you had to disturb Hyungwon’s slumber since you’d start work earlier than him. When you missed Hyungwon at work, you’d ask the nurses in the suite to cue up some Monsta X songs, although you hadn’t told Hyungwon this yet. Unlike other doctors, you didn’t have any stories about difficult patients to share, but Hyungwon liked to scare his nieces and nephews by telling them iii they misbehaved, you’ll stick a needle in them for being naughty. As much as you hated being made to be the bad guy, he did have a point, so you just laughed along.

Joohoney - Paramedic

Your schedule could be hectic - night shifts, covering shifts, and other things. Joohoney always worried whether you were sleeping enough on days like that, and he liked to prepare meals, or at the very least some snacks, for days when your schedule didn’t align well with how normal people lived their lives. His sweet baby personality would probably struggle under the intense and somewhat confronting situations paramedics like you dealt with, but if you wanted to talk about your work, he’d always be open to listening. He’d definitely be thinking of you any time he hears an ambulance siren.

IM - Neurosurgeon

Supposedly the highest paid of all doctors, there was nothing you liked more than coming home to Changkyun after a 16 hour surgery. On those days, he’d have dinner and a hot bath ready for you. Sometimes, your surgery would finish really late into the night, so you would come home and try to sleep without wakening Changkyun. Usually, you did wake him up, but he didn’t let it show, and would simply leave breakfast ready for you in the morning for when you did eventually wake up. Likewise, if surgery finished in the middle of the day, you’d stop by his studio, and drop off coffee or snacks.

[alzndranldz]

Please any type of help would be very much appreciated. Im sharing this to help my cousin who's currently battling for her life. Any amount of donations would be for the expense of her surgery. Our target fund is roughly around 36,000 $. Share our story. Thankyou and god bless us all.

[wsnic2023]

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[maclee34]

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[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump day 25: Waterboarding

Title: daydreams and destinies

Words: 1110

Summary: Stephen Strange is part of the .1% of the world's population that can see their soulmate's experiences. Great for Tony Stark, not so great for Stephen when his soulmate gets waterboarded in the middle of Stephen's shift.

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Soulmates had many different ways to show themselves. 40% of the population had a mark on their skin that glows when you meet your soulmate. 10% had marks that burned. 28% shared scars or writing -- if your soulmate cut themselves, you would get your own matching cut. 2% felt their soulmate's pain. 19.9% had the first words their soulmate etched on their skin. Point 1 percent of the population shared experiences.

Stephen Strange just happened to fall into that category. His earliest memory was looking up at a man he didn't know, small, olive-toned hands holding up a toy. There were glimpses of a boy in the mirror, about 5 years old, his dark brown hair tousled, brown doe eyes sad. His second memory was a flash of pain as the man hit him. Stephen wasn't old enough to understand why.

Throughout his childhood, he was constantly bombarded by visions of a different life. When he was 11, he learned about soulmates. He stopped telling people that he was part of the .1 percent that witnessed their soulmate's life firsthand when they would either idolize him for being rare or bully him for being different.

When he was 16, he said goodbye to his soulmate's parents and watched as his soulmate drank himself half to death. Stephen tried to ignore the memories when he could. He figured his soulmate, whoever he was (names, dates, ages, and places were omitted from the visions... somehow) had much more pleasant experiences as Stephen grew up on his family's farm. 

Soon after Donna's death, Stephen pushed away the visions. He taught himself how to meditate, how to focus on getting through high school and eventually college. Before he knew it, the visions were a thing of the past. They popped up occasionally, mostly in dreams or when Stephen let his mind wander. With his rigorous schedule as a med-student, he hardly had time to eat, let alone let his mind drift.

~~~~

Stephen was thirty three, a year from finishing his residency, when his illusion shattered. He was performing surgery with a senior doctor when a picture of a bomb pushed itself into Stephen's mind. He paused, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing the image away. There was a sense of an explosion, searing heat in his chest, and the image was gone.

Stephen's heart didn't go cold, so he knew his soulmate was alive. That made it easier to return to his task.

"Doctor, are you okay?" One of Stephen's fellow residents asked, noting the pause.

Stephen let out the breath he'd been holding. "I'm fine. Soulmate's up to stuff."

"Ah." They went back to work. The other resident had words on his wrist, hidden by a glove. They glowed a few weeks ago, when he met a patient's son.

The surgery continued. It wasn't hard, just long. Before he knew it, Stephen was threading the last of the stitches and the surgeon complimented his handiwork. Stephen grinned, and left to wash up. It was over the sink when he saw a flash of light and a searing pain. It almost felt like his sternum was being ripped open. Someone screamed. In between flashes of light, a half dozen men in a dimly lit room, and red-hot pain, Stephen realized it was his voice calling out for relief.

He passed out the same time his soulmate did. Yet the bond remained unbroken.

~

Stephen was told to go home and recover after his incident. Some poor intern had found him on the ground, concussed and bleeding from a deep head wound. Stephen begrudgingly agreed.

He fell asleep that night, hoping his soulmate was alright, and disgusted with the idea that he was concerned for the well-being of some rando he'd likely never meet.

~

The visions stopped altogether after that. Stephen knew that his soulmate wasn't dead, and he knew that extreme stress and fear could cut off a mental link for a few hours. A few hours turned to a few days, then a few weeks.

Stephen hated himself for caring, but a month into the vision-less life was making Stephen wish he could see something. Anything.

He got his wish a few days later. He was in the middle of surgery again, but this time, it wasn't a bomb. It was a bucket of water and the sensation of someone forcing him onto his knees.

Stephen tried to push it away. He tried, but the vision kept coming. The water came closer and closer, he kept struggling. No- Please--

He couldn't breathe. There was water on his face, in his mouth, soaking his hair. He was pulled out, his scalp stinging from the hair pulled.

He sucked in a deep breath, spluttering, and was back in the water.

He couldn't breathe.

At some point, he stumbled backwards, dropping his tool. He couldn't even remember what he was holding -- all he could do was hold his breath and pray he didn't drown.

His soulmate screamed and Stephen was thrown back to his childhood farm, Donna shouting for help as the ice cracked.

A tray clattered behind him and spun off in some direction as Stephen fell to the floor, gasping for air. He knew that he was fine. He knew that this was his soulmate's experience, not his, but the reaction was real. In a moment of clarity, Stephen compared it to PTSD flashbacks. The danger is all in your head, but your body doesn't know that.

Someone was rushing towards him, blue scrubs bloody. There was a hand on his shoulder and the ghost of a hand on his back, grabbing his shirt, pulling him out of the water.

He gasped, eyes wide. A bag was shoved over his head, smelling of sweat and sand and something metallic. The vision faded when the man was forced into another room, large and echoing another's frantic words.

Stephen was left in the dust, panting on the cold, metal floor of the operating room. The patient had been wheeled out --Stephen was almost done, anyways-- and the other men and women in the room stood in a lopsided half-circle. Billy, Stephen's new friend, leaned over him. "You good, doc?" Stephen liked Billy, he was possibly the only other person he had met that lived his soulmate’s experiences.

Stephen swallowed and nodded shakily. Billy tilted his head, obviously wanting to ask more but not knowing how. Stephen let go of the table he was clutching, leaning back until his head hit the floor as he caught his breath. "I think my soulmate just got waterboarded." Was all he said before his world went black.

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