#Appendix

[amirasainz]

Hey could you do maybe leclerc sister has appendix all of the sudden and they take her to emergency and maybe is just the recuperation and it scares them family and everything

Of course, I can. Sorry for the long wait but I had a lot to do with school. Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

-XoXo

Hospital night's

The house was quiet, the soft hum of the late-night breeze barely audible through the open windows. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt peaceful. Everyone was sound asleep — Lorenzo in his room, Charles in his, Arthur tucked under his blanket, and their mother softly snoring in her bed. But not everyone was at ease.

In the room at the end of the hall, their little sister, YN, tossed and turned. Her stomach hurt. Not the kind of ache that would go away after a few minutes, but a deep, sharp pain that kept getting worse. She winced, her face scrunching up in discomfort as she pressed her hand to her lower abdomen. The young girl tried to take deep breaths, hoping the pain would pass, but it only intensified, stabbing at her like a knife.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain became unbearable. YN whimpered, then groaned aloud, clutching her stomach tightly. She was terrified, and the only thought in her mind was that she needed help — right now.

Without thinking, she pulled herself out of bed and stumbled down the hall. She paused outside Arthur’s door, panting heavily, her hand still pressed against her side. She didn’t want to wake anyone, but the pain was too much. She knocked softly at first, but when no response came, she knocked harder, then called out.

“Arthur… Arthur, please…” Her voice was strained, barely above a whisper, but filled with desperation.

Arthur stirred, groaning as he turned over in bed, blinking groggily. “YN? What’s wrong?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

But then he saw her. The dim light from the hallway showed her tear-streaked face, her body hunched over in pain, and his heart jumped into his throat. Panic set in instantly.

“YN?!” Arthur bolted upright, scrambling out of bed. “Bebe, what happened? Are you okay?” His voice trembled as he rushed to her side.

“I-I don’t know,” YN sobbed, clutching her side tighter. “It hurts so much… I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Arthur’s eyes widened in fear. He’d never seen his sister like this before. Sweat poured down her face, and her breathing was labored. Without another word, Arthur grabbed her hand and started shouting.

“Mama! Lorenzo! Charles!” he screamed, his voice echoing down the halls. “Help! Something’s wrong with YN!”

In an instant, the entire house was awake. Footsteps thundered down the hallway, and the first to appear was their mother, still groggy and in her nightgown, but wide-eyed with concern.

“Arthur, what—” Pascale froze when she saw her daughter, her maternal instincts kicking in immediately. She rushed to her daughter’s side, crouching down to her level, brushing the hair away from her damp forehead. “Mon dieu, what’s wrong, ma chérie? Where does it hurt?”

YNcould only whimper, clutching her stomach harder. “My stomache… It hurts so much, Mama…”

By then, Lorenzo and Charles had appeared, both looking alarmed and confused.

“What’s going on?” Lorenzo asked, his face pale as he looked from his sister to his mother and back to Arthur.

“It’s her stomach,” Arthur explained, his voice shaking. “She’s in so much pain, she woke me up.”

Charles knelt beside YN, his heart racing. “It’s okay, ma puce. We’re here,” he murmured, his voice steady but laced with worry. “We’ll figure this out, okay? Just breathe.”

But YN couldn’t. The pain was unbearable, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped for air.

“We need to take her to the hospital,” Pascale said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This isn’t normal.”

“Hospital? Now?” Arthur’s voice cracked. He was terrified.

“Yes, Arthur, now,” Lorenzo replied, already grabbing his phone and car keys. “We can’t wait.”

Within minutes, they had bundled YN into the car, her head resting on her mother’s lap as she groaned softly, her hand still clutching her side. Charles sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, while Arthur sat in the passanger seat, his wide eyes filled with panic.

The drive felt like an eternity. Each minute seemed to drag on as YN’s soft cries filled the car. Every time she whimpered in pain, Arthur’s stomach flipped. He kept looking at Charles and Lorenzo, hoping one of them would say something to make it better, but no one spoke.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, the nurses quickly took YN into a room, and a doctor came to examine her.

"Ma'am, we're going to have to take her in for some tests," the doctor said calmly, though the look in his eyes was serious. "It could be her appendix. We need to confirm, but we may have to perform surgery right away."

"Surgery?" Arthur nearly choked on the word, his eyes widening. He turned to Charles. "Surgery? But she was fine earlier today…"

Charles clenched his jaw, his mind racing. “They’ll fix her. We have to trust them.”

Their mother nodded, though her face was pale. “They’ll do everything they can, Arthur,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from YN’s face as the nurses wheeled her away toward the emergency room.

The waiting was agonizing. Arthur couldn’t sit still, pacing back and forth, biting his nails. Lorenzo kept his arms crossed, staring blankly at the hospital floor. Charles sat quietly, his leg bouncing up and down nervously, his eyes glued to the door they had taken their little sister through.

“What if something goes wrong?” Arthur whispered after what felt like hours. “What if… What if she—”

“She won’t,” Charles interrupted, his voice tight. “She’s strong. She’ll be okay.”

But the truth was, Charles wasn’t sure. None of them were.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out, pulling off his gloves. “The surgery went well,” he said, offering a small smile. “Her appendix had ruptured, but we were able to remove it in time. She’ll need to rest, but she’s going to be okay.”

A wave of relief crashed over them, and Arthur felt his legs go weak as he sank into a chair, covering his face with his hands. Charles let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging, while Lorenzo placed a hand over his heart, as if steadying his rapid pulse.

“Thank you,” Pascale said, tears of gratitude in her eyes. “Can we see her?”

“She’s just waking up from the anesthesia. She might be a bit groggy, but yes, you can see her now,” the doctor replied.

The brothers practically ran to her room, their mother following behind. When they stepped inside, YN was lying in bed, her face pale but peaceful, her eyes fluttering open as she blinked at them.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Bebe!” Arthur rushed to her side, his eyes wide with concern. “You scared the hell out of us!”

Lorenzo chuckled weakly. “You have no idea how panicked we were.”

Charles sat on the edge of her bed, his hand gently brushing her hair back. “You okay now?”

She nodded slowly, a small, tired smile forming on her lips. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “I feel… better.”

The boys immediately went into full protective mode. Lorenzo disappeared for a moment and returned with a bowl of soup from the hospital cafeteria. “Here, you need to eat something,” he said softly, holding the spoon up to her lips as she took small sips.

Charles shifted behind her, gently easing her back against his chest. “Just rest,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair, his usual confident demeanor replaced with quiet tenderness. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Arthur, still shaken but wanting to do something to make her feel better, grabbed a small bottle of nail polish from her bag. “I’m gonna paint your nails, okay? You’ll look fabulous when you get out of here,” he said, trying to sound cheerful, though his hands were trembling.

YN giggled weakly. “You’re all ridiculous,” she muttered, but her heart swelled with love for her older brothers.

Their mother sat beside the bed, her voice soft as she opened YN’s favorite book, Le Petit Prince. “Let’s read a little, hmm? Just like we used to.”

As her mother began reading, the soft, familiar words filling the room, YN let her eyes close, her brothers and mother surrounding her with love. She felt safe. She felt cared for. And despite the pain, despite the fear, she knew she would be okay.

With her head resting on Charles’ chest, her nails being painted by Arthur, soup being spoon-fed by Lorenzo, and her mother’s gentle voice reading her favorite story, YN smiled.

Her family would always be there for her, no matter what.

[factual-flittermouse]

When it comes to the batfam discovering that Tim Drake is missing his spleen, it is typically portrayed either as an injury or illness becoming very problematic due to his lack of a significant part of the immune system, or some kind of argument about Tim feeling that the batfam doesn’t care about him in the same way he cares for them. While both of these are entertaining, I find the more mundane conversational bombshell approach: someone is missing their appendix, another has had their tonsils out, someone still has all their organs, and… what do you mean you don’t have a spleen??

[midstpodcast]

Season 3, Episode XIX Finale Appendices 🔎 | Lark's Final Journal Entry #MidstSpoilers

[windybluebelles]

When I got my appendix taken out: I was nine years old, in a foreign country and had to leave the hospital early in order to get on a plane even though I really shouldn’t be flying yet. It’s was fine, cannon event, it was character development.

What I’m trying to say is that Billy Batson does not deserve an appendix and should have it ripped out immediately

I spent two weeks wasting away on a couch watching glee. I remember none of it.

I want him to experience the superhero equivalent of that. Like, yeah when he’s powered up he’s fine, but will he remember to power up? Like, he shows up to a meeting two days late because he’s been delirious all week and doesn’t remember waking up.

[bricksandmutualaid]

Comrades,

I know I’ve been off the grid for a bit. Turns out, appendicitis isn’t just a word you vaguely hear about until it sucker-punches you in the gut like a capitalist gutting workers’ rights.

I was in the postcoital throes of having beaten Metal Gear Solid 2 on Extreme Difficulty (fuck the metal gear RAY fights) and felt like I needed to take a big ol’ deuce.

I take my usual crouching position, standing on the rim of the toilet bowl as I always do and suddenly a stabbing pain shoots through my lower extremities. I am in the worst pain of my life and will surely die.

One ambulance ride and emergency surgery later, and here I am—stuck in a hospital bed, unable to do much more than contemplate my own mortality, the broken healthcare system, and, uh… the incredibly cute nurse who gave me a sponge bath.

Yes. You read that right.

I, Doucheroo, fearless rural anarcho-communist warrior, advocate for mutual aid, hater of hierarchy, was utterly reduced to a stammering mess by a nurse who, in my pain-med-induced haze, may as well have been a celestial being of kindness and grace.

It started with the words no revolutionary ever expects to hear:

“Alright, hon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Now, under normal circumstances, I’d be screaming about how the ruling class exploits labor and how we need to dismantle private property. But in that moment? I was barely holding in a wheezy “o-okay” while internally debating if I should just launch myself out of the window to escape my own embarrassment.

She was professional, of course. It was all just routine to her. But to me? Every gentle wipe with that damp, warm sponge felt like a direct attack on my dignity. My brain was in absolute crisis mode:

“Doucheroo, do not make eye contact. That’s weird.”

“Oh no, she’s talking to me casually. Do I joke back? No, that’s weird too.”

“Is she laughing at me or just being nice? Am I reading too much into this?”

“STOP BLUSHING, YOU COWARD.”

“Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? You’re ready and you’re willing. If we can count on you, Scooby Doo, we know we’ll catch that villain” (Scooby theme absolutely destroys my boner).

Meanwhile, my body was betraying me in ways beyond just a rogue appendix. My ears? Redder than a Soviet flag. My voice? Barely functional. My entire sense of self? Reduced to that of a shy Victorian maiden swooning at the slightest hint of affection.

I kept my responses short. A mumbled “thanks” here. A barely audible “cool” there. She probably thought I was either the most socially awkward patient in existence or still suffering from the effects of anesthesia. Either way, the damage was done. The revolution? On pause. Doucheroo? Utterly defeated by the dual forces of kindness and professionalism.

Now that I’m home and recovering, I’d like to pretend this never happened. But let’s be real—I’ll be haunted by the memory of that sponge bath until the day we overthrow capitalism.

Anyway, comrades, let this be a lesson: No matter how tough you think you are, no matter how ready you are to take on the system, a cute nurse with a washcloth can and will reduce you to a flustered, awkward mess.

Until next time—stay hydrated, stay radical, and may your organs never betray you.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

do you take requests? If you do, could you write a semi-long Peter Parker appendicitis fic? I think you already have a few, but I really love Peter Parker appendicitis fics.

I too, love a good Irondad appendicitis fic! I've written two of them! I think I would happily write another if a good idea, that was different enough from my other two, popped into my head. But for now, I'm not sure what that would look like...

In the meantime, here are links to my two as, well as a few of my favorite appendicitis trope fics!

Operation No Operations 

The medical floor within the Avengers Tower is set to undergo significant upgrades. As such, everyone is advised to refrain from participating in activities that could result in serious injury. Including Peter. Especially Peter. It goes about as well as you would expect…

Appendicitis It Is 

Peter isn't feeling well at school and wants nothing more than to go home and sleep it off. A Text message at the end of the day quickly changed his plans. Apparently, he would be spending the weekend with Tony. He just hopes that whatever is going on with his stomach passes quickly...

Bedtime Stories by Call_Me_Coley

Finding Peter curled in a ball, silently sobbing, would definitely make the top ten on Tony’s nightmare list. Hearing the screams he made as soon as Tony tried to pick him up made the top five. OR Peter is in distress and it’s Tony to the rescue.

Appendicitis by tommyparkerr

In which Peter doesn't realize until too late that the flu shouldn't be this painful, and Tony Stark is right there to both lecture and comfort him (and accidentally call him his kid in the process).

Febrile by Hale13

“Don’t,” Peter grouses, spitting out the last bit of bile in his mouth in the sink in the men’s restroom at Midtown and pointedly ignoring the look of disapproval both Ned and MJ are giving him in the mirror as he rinses his mouth out and washes his hands.

The Exception by blondsak

Stranded in a remote area with no path to safety and little in the way of resources, Tony and Peter do their best to get by in increasingly dangerous conditions. But what’s at first a manageable—if still totally craptastic—situation, soon becomes a race against the inevitable when a certain pesky organ of Peter’s decides to go rogue at what has to be the most inopportune time possible. Enter Tony ‘MacGyver’ Stark: a guy who doesn’t believe in silly things like inevitabilities, and who isn’t letting Peter go without a fight

Peter's Stupid Appendix by sahiya

It started with a stomach ache.

[soviet-amateurs]

On the night of April 29-30, 1961, a member of the 6th Soviet Antarctic Expedition, the 27-year-old doctor Leonid Rogozov, successfully performed an appendectomy on himself in the Antarctic Novolazarevskaya station - a surgery to remove an inflamed appendix.

[jimkinnz]

homunculus facts¡

this week i had one of my appendices out•

it,s okay• i have a bunch• a whole passel really•

you guys know how to do greek·derived singulars and plurals like that' right¿

like it,s phalanges but the singular is phalanx• not phalange•

sorry lisa kudrow•

[furiouslybri]

Today has been another round of “is it my appendix or is it just IBS?”

[nerds-yearbook]

Appendix: Some of the Sci-fi/fantasy roles of Buster Crabbe

Tarzan - Tarzan the Fearless (1933)

Flash Gordon - Flash Gordon 13 ep serial (1936)

Flash Gordon - Flash Gordon's Trip to Mars 15 ep serial (1938)

Buck Rogers - Buck Rogers 12 ep serial (1939)

Flash Gordon - Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe 12 ep serial (1940)

Brigadier Gordon - Buck Rogers TV series (1979 - 1981)

Sheriff Kowalski - The Alien Dead (1980)

[caffeinated-coffee-bean]

In What’s New Scooby-Doo the gang goes to Antartica which means they all have had their appendix removed.

Also the pilot exclaiming proudly that she is an “Ice-ist” does not sound great in the modern day.

[the-walrus-squad]

Appendix to "The Meaning of Liff" by Douglas Adams

[livefastdriveyoung]

Lando you chaotic little bean, you're wonderful. I love him. THE APPENDIX JOKES ARE KILLING ME.

I cannot. This has been a weekend full of them, obviously the commentary on Carlos's place, but Jack Doohan, who is Alpine Reserve, was interviewing on Friday and they asked if he knows if Pierre and Esteban have theirs still, and he jokingly replied "I asked, they were not huge fans."

Honestly, amazing. 10/10

[i-have-41-protons]

Yoooo I’m in the ambulance going to the hospital to remove my (probably) appendicitis!! Wish me luck :3