#Blunt Abdominal Trauma

[bunnyhugs77]

Angel Eyes

𓆩♡𓆪Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪WC: 8.2k

𓆩♡𓆪The Honeymoon (Epilogue)

𓆩♡𓆪Content Warning: hospital romance, mentions of birth, blizzard, car accidents, smthn abt soulamtes, ft Jin, medical emergencies, making out, jk is a free spirit, tattoos, rehabilitation, they're so cute, cafeteria dates, meet cute, weddings, sexual themes, comas, newborn baby, angsttt :(

The double doors to the emergency room burst open with a team of paramedics meeting a team of nurses over the limp body that was being rushed in on a gurney.

"26-year-old male. One of many from the four-car pile-up on Highway 400. Blunt head trauma —shattered ribs, compound fractures in both legs. He's unconscious, showing premature signs of decline. We need to get him stabilized immediately."

"Prepare the operation room." One of the nurses orders and the chaos moves around the corner with the gurney.

A team of trauma surgeons and nurses worked frantically to stabilize him. He was quickly assessed for injuries, and diagnostic tests revealed the extent of the damage he had sustained

The man suffered from internal injuries, including a punctured lung and severe abdominal trauma. There was a point when doctors were sure he wouldn't make it but they were wrong.

After undergoing several surgeries in the first few days following the accident, including procedures to repair his fractured bones, remove damaged tissue, and stabilize his internal injuries he was beginning to show small signs of improvement.

However, it was only the beginning of a very long and hard journey for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 2 months later

"Where is she?" You stand up at the sight of your brother-in-law, Jin rushing into the waiting room of the labour and delivery wing. Face flushed and hair a bit frazzled. He'd obviously run here from the parking lot.

"Down the hall to your left. They're just running some tests and checking the baby." He pauses in his steps, letting it all sink in. Placing a hand on his chest as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

Taking the chance to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay, breathe." You encourage, taking tips from the Lamaze classes your sister had made the three of you take in preparation for this baby.

He smiles before making his way to his wife and out of sight.

Meanwhile, you stayed put in the waiting room as your sister made it very clear she did not want you in the room any time her vagina was out and you weren't going to argue.

Seeing that the doctors needed to check up on the baby once the two of you arrived no less than 15 minutes ago, you had already excused yourself to the hall.

Once you saw the familiar nurse you remember being assigned to your sister walk past you, you deemed it was safe enough to return to her room. Knocking first with your hand over your eyes.

There was soft laughter, "It's been put away, you can open your eyes." Eunji says, allowing you to lower your palm from your gaze to see Seokjin sitting on a chair nestled near Eunji's bedside.

"Wow, they've got you hooked up like a TV." You snort, pointing to the IV drip, pulse oximeter, and various other tubes taped to her arm.

Shaking her head at your typical Y/n-Antics but refusing to acknowledge your joke any further. "What did the nurse say?" Jin asks, almost anxiously, taking her hand in his.

"The baby is fine, she's healthy, but I'm a long way from giving birth. Apparently-" Eunji pauses, her eyes squeezing shut just as they did back at your place when the two of you discovered she'd been having contractions.

Taking deep breaths she opens her eyes and resumes speaking as if it never happened, "Apparently I'm only one centimeter dilated. I'm already tired of this place." She pouts sadly while Jin gently moves a stray hair from out of her face.

You sighed internally, hoping that one day you'd find that.

"I'm just glad you guys made it here safely. The roads are getting worse with that blizzard coming in tonight." Jin shares which prompts you to check your phone while the couple talks about what a normal couple would discuss at a time like this.

Jin was right. There in fact was a blizzard heading your way and it was nasty. Up to six feet of snow in some regions and harsh winds. It was practically impossible to see the road through all the flurries on your way here.

It was unsafe for anyone to be driving at a time like this hence why Eunji had already begged your parents to stay home until the roads were safe. No matter how much she knew your parents wanted to be present for the birth of their first grandchild it was just too dangerous.

This winter was packed with a punch this year. You can't forget the first major storm of the season about two months ago that blindsided everyone.

The severity of the storm dawns on you as you remember driving past a nasty collision on the highway on your way home from work.

You could only hope that this would be the end of the strenuous icy season and that spring would be just around the corner. You were looking forward to the blossoming season of spring but not as much as you were looking forward to holding your niece in your arms in just a few short hours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Clearly, you and your niece weren't on the same page.

It's been 4 hours and the hospital was on lockdown, any visitors in the building were forbidden from leaving due to the severity of the storm outside. Honestly, some part of you believed you would have been able to hold your niece and go home all in the last three hours, but oh how you were wrong.

"What do you mean you're only 3 centimetres along?" You say, exhausted from waiting. "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n, are you tired? How inconsiderate of me!" She exclaims, clearly annoyed with you.

You dropped your shoulders, you deserved that. Eunji had been battling her contractions restlessly for hours on end, you couldn't imagine how she felt.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" She shakes her head while Jin returns with a full cup of ice for her to chew on. Your stomach rumbles, and not quietly.

"You should go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'll stay with Eunji." Jin offers and you nod, deciding it was time for a break anyway.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you stood in the café line, unsure what to get before deciding to get a typical iced coffee and a turkey sandwich.

Once it came time to find a spot, your eyes were scanning every nook and cranny of the filled cafeteria due to the overwhelming number of people trapped in this building just as you were.

Finally, you found one available spot, at an occupied table. "Is anyone sitting here?" You ask the man who was enjoying his own coffee. "It's all yours," He smiles and you reciprocate it as you take a seat.

Paying him no mind as you bite into your meal and pull out the book you've been reading over the last few weeks.

"The String of Fate," The man across from you mumbles as he reads the title of your book causing your eyes to flicker to his. "What's it about?" You close the book almost too eagerly.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He blinks at you.

"Y'know, like two people that are destined to be together no matter the time or place." His brow arches. "Not a chance." You frown, "Well, basically this book explains the concept of soulmates and how they're connected by this invisible string between them that will always guide them back to each other. No matter the time or place."

He sighs heavily, head now resting on his hand. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and assume that you believe in soulmates?"

"What's there not to believe? It makes total sense-" You ask, about to take your first bite of your sandwich. "I wouldn't eat that if I were you," He says quickly, and you close your mouth, placing the sandwich back down.

"Why not?" He simply stares at you, "Trust me. I've been here long enough to know." You nod slowly, "You must visit a lot."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he finishes the last of his coffee, "Something like that." He mumbles.

Your stomach reminds you of the hunger you'd just permitted to exist longer all in the name of this handsome stranger you'd just met. "So what can I eat here?"

He grins and your stomach twists.

"Follow me." You pack up your stuff and stand. Unable to process your thoughts once the man moves away from the table in his wheelchair.

"Oh c'mon, don't give me that look." He sighs.

"What look?" You counter, genuinely confused.

"That look of 'oh my gosh, he's in a wheelchair. Now everything is different.'" He says in a slightly raised tone.

"First of all, I didn't think that at all. I was just shocked." He looked almost deflated until you spoke up, "So are we still getting jello or what?" He smiles, leading the way.

-

"Hey! Hey! Mister Lightning McQueen, do you mind slowing down a bit? Or at least tell me your name so I don't have to keep yelling mister." You pant, finally catching up to him at the end of the hall.

"Sorry." He flushes a light pink before a quick clearing of his throat, "I'm Jungkook." He stretches his hand and you shake it gently, "Y/n." You say, the two of you hold hands a little longer than necessary before a visitor attempts to get by and you pull your hand away first.

Fast forward to the two of you sitting on the chairs in god knows which wing of the hospital, the building was so damn big. Licking the spoons of your delicious cherry jello as you were both facing the window that looked out into the midnight sky.

"So what brings you here tonight?" He asks as he scoops around his cup for another spoonful. "My sister is giving birth. At least that's what I thought was supposed to happen but the baby doesn't want to come yet." He laughs, "That's amazing. Not the part about the baby holding your sister's womb hostage but- you know what I'm trying to say."

Unable to control your laughter at his bizarre wording, "Yeah, I get it." A silence falls between the two of you, sitting on your shoulders. You wanted to say something but you weren't sure- "It's okay, Y/n. You can ask." He speaks without even looking at you. Focused on getting his next spoon of jello.

"How did you end up here?" You ask and Jungkook begins the age-old story. He was coming home from work during that crazy storm 2 months ago. He said he didn't remember much from the actual accident, one second he's in his lane and the next there's an eighteen-wheeler sliding right into him and dragging two others in with him.

"I don't even remember being rushed in here, I just remember waking up 3 days later and the doctors telling me I was lucky to be alive. Telling me I had basically injured every bone I had. Head trauma, shattered ribs, a punctured lung, fractured both my legs- and the list goes on."

Your jaw falls open. Hand raising to cover your mouth for two reasons.

"You really are lucky to be alive."

It seems that Jungkook disagrees, "Yet I don't feel all that lucky. I wake up to the same faces, getting poked at and pricked every hour. Going to rehab every other day, my body hurts constantly. I can't even count how many painkillers and antibiotics I take every morning." You frown.

"I'm grateful to be making progress of course, but sometimes It feels like the world is passing me by while I'm standing still-- or sitting, for that matter.." You'd never connected to anything more.

"I totally understand. Under different circumstances of course, but I think I get what you mean. Ever since I was 7 I'd had this perfect vision of how my life should be by the time I was 25. A nice house, with a loving husband and maybe a baby on the way with my six-figure paying job but here I am, 26, sitting in a waiting room, single, waiting for my sister to have a baby so that I can go home to my office job that sure as hell doesn't pay enough for a nice house."

Your story provokes a soft chuckle to come rumbling from Jungkook's chest and you swat at him. "And it's like, you want to take steps forward but it's almost like you can't because everything is out of your control. The most decisive factor of a good life is controlled by everyone but you. It sucks." Jungkook expands on your thoughts further and you'd never felt so seen before.

"I-" You begin but the PA system begins to blare someone's voice as they make an announcement.

"Code Yellow. Code Yellow." Jungkook's vision darts to his wristwatch. "Shit. It's been an hour already?" You weren't following, "What's going on?" Jungkook begins to roll back, tossing away his garbage in the bin while you stand and do the same.

"Code yellow is just their dramatic way of declaring a patient is missing. Although-" His eyes fly past you and to whoever was behind you, it was a furious nurse. "Jeon Jungkook." She says and he groans, "I know- I know."

Jungkook hardly got to speak before he was being pushed away back to wherever his room was. "I hope your sister has a safe delivery." You stand still in the middle of the hall as you watch Jungkook get whisked out of sight.

Unable to stop thinking about how disappointed he looked once that nurse appeared. Clearly, he didn't want to go back. You couldn't shake what he told you, about seeing the same people every day, following the same painful routine.

You wondered if he had any family that visited him.

Speaking of which, it was time for you to return to your own.

𓆩♡𓆪

7 hours later you were finally holding the most perfect baby girl in your arms. "She's beautiful, Eunji," you say tearfully, staring at the adorable infant who was just so tiny in your arms.

"I can't believe I'm holding your baby right now." You say to no one in particular while Seokjin stands behind you looking down at the baby, he looks like he's still in awe himself.

Carefully passing her back into your sister's tired arms. You had the honour of taking their first family photo. With Seokjin's eyes full of love and your sister displaying the happiest smile you'd ever seen.

"She's perfect." You hear him whisper with a kiss to Eunji's forehead and your heart just about melts at the heartwarming sight.

𓆩♡𓆪 7 days later

The moment that you left that hospital that morning you felt almost... sad? Like you had a happiness hangover. You were truly overjoyed, you finally got to meet your niece and you met Jungkook who left an unanticipated imprint on your brain.

You tapped your nails against the desk in your cubicle, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes glanced at the time at the bottom of the computer screen.

Your break was in 20 minutes, you had an hour to do whatever and sure, you could spend it here continuing your work so that you could go home earlier...but the hospital is nearby...

No more than a 10-minute drive.. maybe you could drop by? Just for a little?

You didn't leave yourself much time to debate it as you were already marching out of the office the moment the clock hit 12. You'd decided to pick up some flowers from the gift shop on your way up.

Following the receptionist's instructions that she gave you to locate his room with a nervous click of your heels with each step. What if he didn't want to see you? Does he even remember you?

You saw him through the glass window briefly and adjusted yourself to an angle where he couldn't see you. He was just laying there. Staring up at the ceiling, but he sat up once a nurse walked in.

It seemed that she was doing some routine checkups before pricking him with a needle of some kind. You'd always been the type to squirm with needles yet he was unfazed, it was like he couldn't even feel it.

Once she left she passed you with a small smile. Slowly you walk to the door and his gaze slowly drags towards you. His eyes smile before his lips, and he sits up.

"Y/n!" He says with such a joyful tone, you would never expect the voice to belong to someone sitting in a hospital bed. "Hi," You say, unsure of what to do with the flowers.

"Don't tell me you're still waiting for your sister to give birth." He says with a little sarcasm and you laugh with a shake of your head. "No, little miss Seol-a came fashionably late."

"As in 'snow child'? That's a perfect name." You agree. Watching him as his gaze drops to your arms. "Oh- These are for you." Bringing the small bouquet of tiger lilies to him, he accepts it gratefully.

"Thank you-- Really, you didn't have to. You visiting me is more than enough of a gift, and they're Tiger Lilies, too. Fun fact, that's actually my birth flower." It was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head but you ignored it.

Maybe that was just a coincidence, but you didn't like that word. You preferred to use something much stronger, that starts with an 'F', and ends with an 'ate'.

"Pull up a chair, please. I don't want to be the only one sitting." He insists, gesturing to the chair near the wall and you bring it a bit closer.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief once you were off your feet, "God, I hate heels." You mutter, "I'm guessing you have to wear them for that magical job of yours," Your face turns sour, "Magic isn't the word I'd use to describe it,"

Just like that the two of you fell down a rabbit hole of conversation, exchanging work experiences and even phone numbers at one point.

"So tell me, Y/n. In a perfect world, if you could just drop everything, what would you do?" You pretended to give it thought as if you hadn't known for the last decade. "I'd want to open a hair salon... Is that crazy? I don't think I've ever actually said that out loud before."

"What's stopping you?" You laugh, a little too hard, thinking of the dozens of reasons why it wasn't practical and way too impulsive but the longer you looked at his neutral expression you began to reflect on the reasons.

And they all came back to the same root, "What if I fail?" He shrugs, "You can't fail unless you give up." You couldn't believe you were actually considering this. Shaking your head dramatically, clearing your brain.

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

Woah.

"Wanna see something cool?" His hand raises and gestures to his lower body, and you watch as the blankets begin to stretch over the small peak that began to form under the covers as he bends his left knee slightly.

"Jungkook! That's incredible." You gasped, eyes wide and you weren't sure what came over you, but before you knew it you'd taken him in your arms.

His body was still a bit weak but his arms responded almost immediately. Holding you still for the short duration of the hug before you pulled away.

"Are you okay- I'm sorry, did I hurt you-" A small panic consumes you as Jungkook's eyes tint a faint red and well with tears. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just been so long since someone's been so happy for me."

His words weighed down in your chest like a pile of bricks. "Does no one visit you?"

"All my friends and family came to visit right after the accident. Then it was just my best friends and my parents who came a few times a week. Soon people don't have time to visit someone who makes such little progress every day."

He continues to explain, "But I don't hold it against them. It's a time commitment. The real world is more demanding than I am and I just can't wait for the day I get to meet them out there."

Gently placing your hand on top of his, "You're gonna be out of here before you know it-" A familiar ringer goes off in your bag. You pull out your phone and stop the alarm. "Well, my break ends soon." You stand and you tell yourself that you're imagining the small frown peels over his lips.

Putting the chair back where you found it you walk to the door. "Bye Jungkook, it was good to see you again." With that, you walk away and Jungkook is left in despair. That was it? It's over?

You were just gonna walk into his room and bless him with the most revitalizing conversation he's ever had and you're leaving?

Before he gets the chance to deflate into his pillows your head pops back into the doorframe, "See you tomorrow." You wink and vanish once again. Knowing that you'd given him a little wave of sadness at first.

His shoulders shake with laughter, relieved.

𓆩♡𓆪

Staying true to your word, you in fact did go back to visit him the next day, except you went after your shift since 40 minutes simply wasn't enough time.

For the first few weeks of your daily visits, Jungkook was afraid that one day you would stop coming and he wouldn't see you again, but once three months had passed, there was no doubt in his mind he would walk out of this hospital without you by his side.

You'd even met his parents once, by accident of course. You were just leaving when they'd been walking in and of course, they had no idea who you were.

Telling them about how the two of you met was quite entertaining, Accidentally mentioning the part where Jungkook had been called a missing patient which earned him a soft pinch to his arm from his mother.

But you'll never forget the words his mother whispered in your ear as she hugged you. "Thank you for loving my son." Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered, trying to clarify things but she didn't want to hear it.

"It's okay, I know." She says with the most subtle of winks before walking off with her husband who shook your hand graciously.

Not every day was full of laughs and feasts that you'd bring him from the outside world, there were definitely down days. Days when the pain would call for a stronger dose of his medications which left him burnt out and groggy.

But there were also good days like today. You had the honour of helping Jungkook take some of his first steps for a few feet before being right behind him with the wheelchair.

You weren't able to stop your tears while Jungkook apologized to the physical therapist for your constant crying. You cried every time you saw him move on his own, but he thinks it's cute.

It's evident how much you care about him. By now your entire family knew about your blossomed friendship, and it seems he was all you could talk about. He could only hope that you knew how much he cared about you.

He would love to surprise you at work one day with lunch or take you to your favourite places. Alas, that was among the list of things he unfortunately couldn't control but promised to do once he got out.

He had a section of notes dedicated to you and all the places he would take you, it's what he always hid against his chest anytime you tried peaking.

-

"You won't believe what I just did!" Those are the first words that escape your mouth in the most dramatic of ways as you practically burst into his room.

He jolts, his book now falling forgotten from his fingers, you'd startled him and you apologized. You weren't usually here at noon. So he welcomes your explanation with a warm smile and curious eyes.

"So I went to work this morning, and they called us all in for a meeting. I was expecting another spontaneous workshop about professional behaviour or something. They drop this huge bomb on us that the company is downsizing so they're laying off a third of the company and basically cutting everyone's salary in half." It all comes out in a single breath, so you give yourself some time to breathe.

Jungkook wasn't following, "This sounds like... bad news? Am I missing something? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because I quit my job. I've been thinking about what you said for a while now, about following my heart, and I think I've always been waiting for some kind of sign or opportunity to just go for it, so today was the day." Now that you'd finally gotten the jitters out, you pulled up a chair.

"I know it's crazy, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just got off the phone with one of the property managers of those empty studios downtown and it was all so exciting and I don't even know where I'm going to get the money but I think I can-"

Jungkook finally silenced you with his lips.

He kissed you.

His lips were soft as they worked against yours. You could feel him smile as the kiss deepened. You moved out of your chair to the bed without breaking contact. Pulling away briefly for air but resuming as though you couldn't be apart for more than a second.

You weren't sure when you'd ended up on top of him with Jungkook on his back and your hips grinding down onto his softly, still a bit cautious.

"You have-" He kisses down your neck, peppering kisses between his words, "-No idea-" His lips kissing right below your ear, "-How long I've wanted to kiss you." His teeth gently nibble on the skin of your ear causing a whine to escape your lips.

Suddenly there was a fast beeping and it was only getting faster.

A nurse walks in and you just about throw yourself off of Jungkook and onto the ground. "What's going on in here? Your heart rate was way too fast, Mr. Jeon." He bites his lip nervously while you get yourself on your feet.

"Sorry, Nurse Lynn. I was just trying some new exercises and I guess I got a bit carried away." He says the last part with a lustful look in his eye when he glances towards you.

Once she left you let your hand cover your mouth in pure shock, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened." Jungkook throws his head back onto the pillows with a heavy breath.

"Those nurses can't let me have shit in here. I can't even rub one out in the shower without them barging in." Your jaw drops, "It's happened more times than I'd like to speak about." The shame that seems to swallow him up makes you laugh even harder.

-

"How's the salon going?" He's the first to ask you once you walk out of the bathroom and your shoulders drop. Taking a seat beside him on the bed, "It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. My contractor is being a total pain in the ass, but at least it's starting to come together, look-"

You swipe through the photos of the empty studio that was now painted. "I can't wait to see it." He says, and you look away from the screen. Focusing on his beautiful brown eyes. "Me too." He steals a sweet kiss from you before resuming his swipe through your phone with a cheeky grin.

For the first time, you noticed how empty his left arm was compared to his right. His right arm was covered in tattoos that the two of you had spent nearly an hour talking about once, while his left arm was blank.

"Why don't you have any tattoos on your left arm?" He places down your phone, making eye contact with you once again. "I wanna save it for something special, something meaningful, like the Batman symbol." His nerdy remark makes you snort.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Hi Jungko-Oh." This was unusual.

Of all the times you'd visited Jungkook, there was probably only one other time where you'd caught him sleeping, although that was a late night. It was only sometime around 3 in the afternoon.

You didn't want to disturb him, so you left him a little sticky note for him to read when he wakes up. You didn't want him to think that you never came.

The following day the two of you were having a bit of a hard time getting Jungkook out of bed. "I thought you wanted to do some more walking?" You offer, standing with his walker but he laid back unmotivated.

"Not today, maybe another day. I'm just a bit tired." He mumbles and you nod, "Oh. Okay." But your heart wasn't settled, something was wrong.

The week continued with his slow responses and fatigue. "Are you okay?" He hums, his eyes shutting tight as he grunts softly. "Yeah, just got a bit of a headache, that's all. I'll be better by tomorrow." He reassures you, and you insist on getting him some water.

"Nurse Lynn." You call out for the Nurse as you cross paths as you return from refilling Jungkook's water bottle. She stops and begins to approach you. "Jungkook has been acting a bit off lately. He's been really tired and he says he has a headache and I just want to know if anything is going on."

You can see that she really begins to think about anything it could be. You follow her as she goes off to check his charts. Looking through the window, Jungkook had already fallen asleep.

"His numbers seem to be fine, but we'll keep a close eye on them tonight and run some tests in the morning." Leaving you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but you still didn't feel any better.

You went home to your parents' house. You'd moved back home after impulsively quitting your job since there was no way you'd be able to afford your old apartment anymore. Besides, this arrangement made the most sense.

Now you were able to save your money and focus on your salon. The salon Jungkook had inspired you to open, god you couldn't stop thinking about him. Something felt off.

"Y/n?" Your dad snaps his fingers in front of you, finally catching your attention. "Sorry- What?"

"Your mom and I were wondering if you'd be joining us for dinner or if you already ate." You shake your head slowly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Is everything okay?'' Your stretches her neck from where she sat on the couch. "I don't know. Jungkook's been acting off lately and I just don't know if everything is okay." Anyone who heard you could hear the worry that wavered in your tone. You wanted nothing more than for him to be okay.

"Oh, honey." Your parents hugged you and for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

-

It was around 2 in the morning when you'd gotten a call from Jungkook's mom.

He'd gone into a coma.

You didn't find yourself to be a religious person yet you found yourself praying to any god in the sky who was listening as you drove to the hospital that he would be okay.

Running through the halls, letting out careless apologies to those you nearly bumped into as you did so. "What happened?!" You say frantically, his mother was in no state to speak, her eyes were bloodshot and her lips quivered whenever she tried to speak.

Instead, his father took on the role to tell you, "The doctors said there were unforeseen complications from his accident. There was some inflammation in his brain that went undetected and was applying pressure to his brain stem which is why he was experiencing those headaches and fatigue. They've done all they can to reduce the swelling, but there's no guarantee he'll-"

His dad struggles to finish his sentence, choking up a bit himself at the possibility of Jungkook never waking up. "C-Can I see him?" You swallow back your tears and that sore feeling in your throat as you walk in slowly.

You didn't want to cry, but the moment you saw him hooked up to all those machines, the same ones he hated so much, the way his body lay so still, it broke you.

Your cries came out more as wails than anything else, you couldn't say anything but his name. You weren't just crying, you were begging, pleading with the gods to spare him.

"Y/n-" You hear his dad's voice behind you, catching you in his arms just as you fall to your knees. He could have never anticipated a reaction quite like this one. It seems he underestimated how much Jungkook meant to you.

Now he knows.

All his friends and family knew.

As they trickled in and out of Jungkook's hospital room over the following weeks they would see you sitting by his side, the same way you did all the days before.

His mom liked to say you were there more than Jungkook was. She knew he was lucky, he'd found something special with you. A kind of love that was rare to come across these days.

You spent every waking moment beside him until visiting hours were over, and would be back the next morning the moment they begin. Your parents told you to keep yourself busy with your salon and you tried, but how could you when everything inside reminded you of him?

Today was a quiet day, with no visitors or flowers for you to find space for as his room was filled. You focused on reading to him. You'd been told that hearing familiar voices can help to stimulate brain activity and you were willing to do anything.

"As Batman ran through the dark streets of Gotham-" You chuckled to yourself, unable to take the story seriously.

According to his parents, this was his favourite comic book growing up, and you'd been reading it to him for the last few days, and yet you still weren't interested in DC.

You rummaged through the bag of books you had on the side, your fingertips grasped the familiar cover that started it all. "The String of Fate" You mumble, a soft smile as the title takes you back to the night you met.

Back then he was nothing more than an opinionated patient on the loose, and now, he was everything.

You opened the book, going back to the page you'd bookmarked as a favourite. Deciding to read it out loud for the sake of Jungkook hearing your voice.

"In the garden of destiny, soulmates blossom, each petal a reflection of the other's beauty, each leaf a testament to their shared growth. Together, they tend to the soil of their dreams, nurturing them with the water of their love, as they chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever intertwined."

Your voice began to shake halfway through, and your tears landed on every other word. You closed the book, placing it back in the bag so that you could take Jungkook's hands in yours.

"Please," You whispered, "I love you."

It was no surprise to anyone. You had nothing but love for the man who changed your world for the better. He had no idea how much space he takes up in your head, your heart. It's his, it belongs to him.

"Can we come in?" There are soft knocks on the door and you're pleasantly surprised to see Jin and your sister, assuming the baby was with your parents.

"Thank you for coming," You hug them both, "If there's someone important enough that you went MIA during my labour, then I have to meet him." Eunji says jokingly and you smile sadly, "I just wish you got to meet under better circumstances."

The days turned to night then day once again, and the pattern continued endlessly for the following month. It just continued to repeat in this painful process of dwindling hope.

Nothing could have prepared you for the devastating conversation with the doctor this morning.

"Please understand, during this difficult time, we have carefully monitored Jungkook's minimal brain activity. Given the duration of his coma and after our intensive examination of his condition, if there were indications for a potential recovery leading to him waking up, we would have observed signs by now. I know this news is incredibly challenging to hear but-"

His mother wept.

"We're so sorry." The doctor says as if it was rehearsed, you couldn't imagine how many times he'd had to give such gut-wrenching news to other families.

You listened with a broken heart, unable to cry. You were all out of tears. You'd cried and cried your heart out all month, you couldn't bear the thought of it all being for such a tragic conclusion.

-

That was almost a week ago, you'd remained by Jungkook's side regardless. Never leaving, not moving.

"Y/n, Honey. You've been here all day, when's the last time you ate something, hm?" His mom gently tilted your chin upwards, you looked pale in colour and your eyes were dull with sorrow.

"I don't know, Tuesday maybe?"

It's Thursday night.

"Go." She orders, and you know that tone. She wasn't willing to negotiate this with you. She'd begun to care for you like a daughter of her own, and as much as she respected and adored your dedication to her son, it was just as important that you were healthy.

Still following Jungkook's advice, you avoided most of the shops in the cafeteria except for a select few that he deemed sanitary. Sitting at one of the tables by yourself, you poked at your food, not all that hungry but you took bites anyway.

Taking a long sip from your water bottle you ignored the buzzing from your phone. You're sure it's just the contractors giving you a hard time again. You were set to open in a few months from now and you'd never felt more grateful for your mom stepping in to help while you were.. away.

Your phone buzzes once more, you finally check the messages.

Ever since that night, every time Mrs. Jeon messaged you, it left you with a pit in your stomach, quite like the one in your stomach right now.

She was calling you back to Jungkook's room immediately.

Completely abandoning your half-eaten meal on the table as you rushed back up to the room you'd begun to know like the back of your hand.

There his parents were, teary-eyed as they sat outside his room, making calls and texting loved ones. Soon you saw a team of nurses walking out of his room with some medical technology that you're sure had very complicated names and--

Oh no.

Your brain was putting the pieces together. What was once a pit had evolved into a full-fledged sinkhole. Your hands were shaking as you walked into the room, eyes landing on his body, not expecting to meet his familiar brown orbs.

They blinked at you slowly. Just like the first time you'd visited, they smiled before his lips did. "There she is," His voice was weak, understandably but it still had that softness to it.

Your body was overwhelmed and unable to make any coherent sounds. You were standing still as a statue. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your lips from quivering but you couldn't stop it.

Your breathing became shallow and the sound of your heart drumming in your ears seemed much louder than it did a minute ago. You felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you.

"Is it-" Your voice airy and broken, not wanting this to be a dream. You so desperately needed this to be real. He nods slowly with a grin, "It's me." Just when you thought you had no more tears left, there were more spilling down your cheeks.

Finally picking up your feet and walking over to him with broken sobs, meeting him at the side of the bed. On your knees with his arms around you while you held him in yours. "I thought I lost you." You swat him with teary eyes and a small laugh.

"You can never lose me, Y/n, and I want to make sure of that." He says, and your head tilts instinctively. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me."

Eyes wide and your mouth nearly kissing the floor.

"You can't be serious," Oh how you hoped he was serious.

"You've been by my side every step of the way. When I walk through those hospital doors one last time, I want to be beside the woman I love. Let me spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me." Now he was the one getting misty eyes.

Your mouth struggled to keep up with the eager nodding of your head. "Yes." Holding his face in your hands and kissing him like you'd longed to do for weeks.

Finally.

"Wait- You don't have a ring," Jungkook leans slightly for the box of band-aids on the side table. "Jungkook, I don't need-'' Your efforts go in vain as he shushes you kindly, taping the band-aid around your ring finer.

"It's symbolic for now until I can get you the real thing."

-

Nothing could have prepared you for the busy year ahead of you. Between visiting Jungkook, opening a salon and planning a wedding things were beginning to get chaotic but it all seemed to fade in importance once Jungkook finally got to go home.

And you were right, he was home just in time for Thanksgiving, and he had a lot to be thankful for. He made that clear during his speech at your parents' annual Thanksgiving dinner.

The fact he was able to stand for it was reason enough. Although he wasn't able to walk far distances, he was improving every day, and it just warmed your heart.

Your speech wasn't nearly as tear-jerking as Jungkook's was, but you still had a lot to be grateful for. Just looking around the table from where you stood, smiling at your parents, your sister with Jin and Seol-a, Jungkook's parents, and Jungkook, of course.

Everything you ever wanted was right in front of you.

Keeping your speech short and sweet, "And I know she's grateful for that huge rock on her finger." Eunji whispers loudly causing the table to erupt in a fit of giggles, the tips of your ears turn red as you smile shyly.

From Thanksgiving to the opening day of your Salon. Staring up to look at your name written out in a cursive font across the top of the building you were in awe. "Pinch me," you mutter sarcastically, not expecting Jungkook to actually pinch you.

With a pout you rubbed the pink mark he left on your arm as the two of you walked into the moderately busy salon. Your mom had sent out flyers and emails about the opening day all season.

You wouldn't have been able to do it without her.

"I'm so proud of you," Jungkook whispers and you turn to face him with the look of a puppy. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything. This was all you, all you had to do was listen to your heart." Giving him one of those upside-down smiles you wrap your arms around him, talking into his chest.

"I can't wait to marry you."

Before you knew it, the wait was over.

Today is the day. 

You could only stress about one day so much, you'd gone over every last detail down to the very inch and you were sure it was going to be perfect, after all, you'd had it all planned out in your head since you were 7 and Jungkook was more than happy oblige, 'as long as I get to marry you', he would say.

Your wedding was beautiful, it left your guests breathless the moment they entered the venue and the ceremony hadn't even begun yet.

Your wedding had its own special and heartfelt twist to it. Instead of Jungkook standing ready at the altar, he had the honour of picking a heartfelt song to walk down the aisle to with no arm crutches or wheelchair to support him. Nothing but his parents on either side holding one of his arms.

Some of the audience cheered while some let their tears fall quietly, knowing how far Jungkook had come to get to this point. Once he made it to the front, his best man, Jimin, handed him his arm crutches once again.

Soon the rest of the bridal party had made their way down the aisle, prompting the audience to stand. All heads turned to the grand double doors that soon opened as a romantic instrumental of "Look After You" began to play.

Jungkook could hardly see you from the distance he was standing but just knowing that you were walking towards him had him choking up already.

By the time he really could see you, he couldn't. His eyes are cloudy with tears until Jimin hands him his pocket square to wipe his eyes. Blinking the rest of his tears away, he smiles at you.

You looked beautiful.

Like God's most perfect creation sent down from heaven. There you were, smiling back at him with those angel eyes of yours. It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry but the last thing you wanted was to ruin your makeup.

However, you weren't so strong when it came time to listen to Jungkook's vows after just finishing yours.

"You once asked me if I believed in soulmates, and I remember saying it was a load of crap. I had no idea they were sitting right in front of me. Your unconditional and unchanging demonstration of love has completely changed me from the inside out. Through you, I breathe again, and for you, my heart beats. Today, I give you more than just my word. I give you mind, I give you my soul, my everything. I pray from this day forward we will chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever."

The last part he recites from the passage of your book you'd read to him while he was still unconscious. Your makeup is now a victim to the stream of hot, salty tears that flowed from your eyes, "You heard me." You say just loud enough for only him to hear you. He smiles. "I heard you."

With no more tears and the unravelling of a touching ceremony,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

This was it. The moment Jungkook had been anticipating for months. Unclipping himself from the crutches around his arms, he hands them to Jimin.

He stretches out his arms dramatically, pretending to crack his neck.

Carefully taking your face in his hands, knowing how important it was to you that he didn't smudge anything, but your lipstick was going to need some reapplication after the way he pivoted and swooped you down for the most passionate of kisses.

The kind where your leg raises in the air while the photographer gets the money shot, capturing the bright smiles all around.

As if it was possible, the reception was even better than the ceremony. The toasts were both funny and touching. All eyes were on the happy couple who sat at their special table on the elevated platform for all to see.

Unable to hear what was being said but they could only assume it was something heartfelt based on the way your hands had clasped over your mouth.

Jungkook had just rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, showing you a new tattoo that you'd never seen. It was a delicate dark vine that wrapped around his forearm, with blossoming flowers, encircling the words 'Garden of Destiny', just like from your book.

"Are those-" You point to the types of flowers, "Tiger Lilies and Cosmos, your birth flower? Yeah." You pout, "Please don't cry, you'll be so upset if you ruin your makeup." He gently moves a loose strand of your hair from your face with the same hand you'd just been examining, and that's when it hits you.

"It's on your left arm." He grins,

"Of course it is."

𓆩♡𓆪This was only supposed to be 900 words. oops. 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 mentions and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

The Grand A-Z List of Whump 1/3

This list contains ~290 items listed A to H

As always, I heavily encourage people to research topics thoroughly when writing as it is important to avoid stereotypes/misinformation. This list's intention is not to glorify/romanticise sensitive topics in any way.

This part one-of-three comprehensive lists of injuries, Illnesses and tropes - including those from the Whumptober 2023 trope vote!

All submissions are listed in italics, and those who wanted to be tagged will be included at the end. If you have any more submissions: please send them via DM/my ask box.

[I-Q] [R-Z] [NSFW List]

List below the cut:

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"I don't need your help."

"I'm doing this to make you better"

"I'm fine, take care of them!"

“I’m Fine”

"Kill me instead"

"Let me in."

"Look at me."

"Should I know you?"

"Take me instead."

(No) Anaesthetic

A

A Good Ol' Sickfic

Abandoned

Abdominal Pain

Aching Wounds

Acne

Adrenaline Crash

Adrift (in space/at sea)

Agoraphobia

Airsickness

Alien abduction

Allergies

Alopecia

Ambulance Ride

Ambush

Amnesia/memory loss

Amputations

Anaemia

Anesthesia

Angina (Heart condition that causes pain)

Animal Attack/Bite

Ankle Sprain

Anthrax

Anxiety/Anxiety attack(s)

Aphasia

Appendicitis

Arrested

Arthritis

Asking for help

Asphyxiation

Assumed Dead

Asthma/Asthma Attack

Auctions

Autoimmune disease

Avalanches

B

Backache

Bad Caretakers

Bandaged Head

Banished

Barbed Wire

Bear trap

Beaten up by ex-friends

Beaten with blunt object (i.e, bat or pipe)

Beatings

Bedrest

Bedside Vigil/Hospital Vigil

Begging

Betrayed by close friend/team/family

Bites (Animal, Bug, Human….)

Biting

Black Eye

Blackmail

Bleeding Out

Bleeding Through

Bandages

Blindfolded

Blindness (this could be temporary or permanent)

Blisters

Blood Loss

Blood Poisoning

Bloodied Knuckles

Bloodstains/blood trail

Bloody handprints

Bloody nose

Blunt force trauma

Blurred vision

Body modification

Body Sharing

Body Switching

Bounty on their head

Brain Damage

Brainwashing

Breakdowns

Breathless

Bridal Carry

Broken Bones (Ribs, Arm, Leg)

Broken Nose

Broken Promises

Bronchitis

Bruises

Building Collapse

Bullet Removal

Bumpy roads jarring injuries

Buried Alive

Burning Building

Burns/Scalding

Busted kneecap

C

Cancer

Caning

Capgras syndrome/delusion (belief that someone close to/important to the person has been replaced by an imposter)

Capsulitis

Captivity

Captured

Car chases (and maybe a car crash)

Carbon monoxide poisoning

Cardiac Arrest

Caretaker has to “play nice” with whumper.

Caretaker has to hurt whumpee while undercover.

Caretaker sacrificing something dear to them to get something the whumpee needs.

Caretaker turned Whumpee

Caretaker-whumper who's a parental whumper. But their "love" is not real love. Or even right treatment.

Carsickness

Cataracts

Catatonia

Caught in a fire

Caught in an explosion

Cauterization

Cave In

Cavity

Celebrity whump (exploitation in the music/movie industries…)

Chaffing from ropes/handcuffs/shackles

Chained/Shackled

Checking for injuries

CHF - congestive heart failure

Chicken Pox

Chills

Chloroform

Choking

Chronic pain

Claustrophobia

Cleaning wounds alone

Cold/Flu,

Collapsed Lung

Collapsing (into someone’s arms is usually nice, bonus points for cradling their head as they lower the whumpee to the floor)

Collapsing after they win

Collapsing/Fainting/Passing Out

Collars

Coma

Comfort after a nightmare

Common cold

Completely betrayed by their own team

Complications

Concussion

Confusion

Constipation

Constricted Airways

COPD - Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease makes breathing increasingly more difficult.

Corporal Punishment

Corset too tight and won’t unbutton

Coughing

Coughing Up Blood

CPR

Cramps

Crikes (intubation through neck)

Crush injury

Crying

Cuddle pile

Curses

Cuts/Grazes

Cutting off hair (more of an emotional hurt)

Cyanide poisoning

D

Damaged Larynx/Vocal Cords

De-aging

Deathbed Confessions (don’t have to actually die and stay dead, just the threat of dying)

Defeat

Defenestration (throwing out a window)

Dehydration

Deja Vu

Delirium (bonus points for this being drug/ fever induced)

Deluded whumper/thinking they’re helping the whumpee

Dengue Fever

Denial

Depression

Dermatitis

Diabetes (type 1 and 2)

Diarrhea

Diseases ('mystery' diseases are the best kind)

Dislocations

Disorientation

Disowned by Family

Displaced hip

Dissociation

Distress call

Dizziness

Dragged Away

Dream sequence

Driving to the hospital with a whumpee slumped barely-conscious in the seat of the car

Drowning

Drunkenness

E

Ear Infection

Edema (swelling from build up of fluid)

EKG

Electrical Burns

Electrical shock

Electrocution

Emergency field surgery

Emergency Surgery

Emotional angst

Emotional manipulation

Endometriosis

Enemy to Caretaker

Energy Drain

Environmental whump

ER

Execution

Exes reunited with one wanting a relationship and the other just wanting friendship.

Exhaustion

Experimentation

Exposure

Extreme Weather

Eye injury

F

Facing Phobias

Failed Escape

Failure to thrive

Fainting

Fainting (but also fainting aftermath) / Fainting due to lack of sleep, food, or overworking fainting from exhaustion

Falling

Falling for Caretaker/Whumpee/Whumper

Falling Through Ice

Fatigue/Exhaustion

Fever

Fibromyalgia (Chronic Pain)

Field medicine

Fighting (while injured)

Financial difficulty faced + how whumper might take advantage of that + how caretaker handles everything (well/badly)

Finding your loved one dead without explanation but thinking they’re still alive.

Fireman's carry

Flare ups

Flashbacks

Flinching away

Flu

Food Poisoning

Forced to... (Break out, Choose, Hurt, Kneel, Scream, Watch)

Forehead kisses

Forgotten by team

Foul-tasting medicine

Found family

Found unconscious

Fracture (Arm, Hyoid bone etc)

Freezing / cold whump

Friendly Fire

Frostbite

G

Gagged/Muzzled

Gangrene infection

Gaslighting

Gas (noxious, poisonous etc)

Gastritis

Glass (shards, debris etc)

Grief

Gunshot Wound

H

Hair Pulling/Cutting/Matting/Stroking

Hallucinations

Hanahaki

Handcuffs

Handgag

Hard ground

Haunted

Hay Fever

Head injuries/concussion

Head trauma

Headache/Migraine

Heart Palpitations

Heartburn

Heat Exhaustion

Heatstroke

Heavy metal poisoning

Held at gunpoint/knifepoint/weapon point

Hematohidrosis (Sweating blood)

Hemophilia/Hematophilia (Blood unable to clot)

Haemothorax

Hernia

Hidden Illness/Injury/Scar/Medical Issues

Hiding

High Blood Pressure

High Fever (like dangerously high)

High Pain Tolerence

Hit by a car

Home Sickness

Hospital Codes

Hostage Situation

House burnt down

Huddling for Warmth

Human Shield

Human Weapon

Hunger

Hungover

Hunted for Sport

Hurt no comfort

Hyperalgesia,

Hypermobility

Hyperventilating

Hypo/Hyperthermia

Hypo/Hyperthyroidism

Hypoglycemia

Hypotension/ Hypertension

Hypoxia

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[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Southern Flannel Moth

Megalopyge opercularis

The southern flannel moth is a part of the family Megalopygidae, the family of flannel moths or crinkled flannel moths. It was described by Sir James Edward Smith in 1797. They get the name “flannel moth” from being covered in setae, hair like bristles that give them a fuzzy, soft look.

Description Adult moths have round, hairy bodies ranging in coloration from cream at the bottom to yellow or light brown at the head. It’s legs are the same brown as the body with black feet. The forewings fade from a darker brown to cream with black/dark brown at the top edge or “costal margin.” The outer margin is white and the middle of the forewings have white patterning. The hindwings are fully cream or have a similar gradient. The antennae of females are thin and white, while males have feathery yellow antennae. Males and females may have differing coloration. Females are larger than males.

The caterpillars are known for their long stinging hairs and their unusual amount of prolegs. Flannel moth caterpillars have 7 pairs of prolegs, while all other butterfly and moth caterpillars have 5 or fewer.

Average wingspan: 30 mm (≈1.18 in)

Diet and Habitat This species live on oak, elm, and wild plum as well as many garden plants such as roses and ivy. Adult moths do not feed.

It’s distributed across the eastern United States/Gulf Coast. They range from New Jersey to Florida and west to Arkansas and Texas. It is common in Florida but reaches its greatest abundance in Texas. They can reach further south to Mexico and Central America. They are commonly found in wooded areas like deciduous forests but can also be found in urban and suburban gardens.

Mating This moths has 2 generations per year, one in the summer and one in the fall. Late larvae may overwinter in their cocoon and emerge in late spring. Females usually mate the night of they leave their cocoons and lay their eggs during the first two nights following mating. Eggs are laid in single or double curved rows and occasionally in patches on foliage or small twigs and are covered with hair from the under side of the female to protect them. Eggs hatch in six to eight days.

Predators Observations of this moth’s predators is lacking, but there are a few reports of lacewing feeding on their eggs and a lizard eating a later instar. It is assumed they are preyed on by other common predators of moths like birds, bats, praying mantises, lady beetles, and ants. At least four species of tachinid flies and two species of ichneumonid wasp have been reported to parasitize the flannel moth larva. The caterpillar protects itself with long venomous spines. When touched they cause severe skin irritation, described as like a broken bone or blunt-force trauma, or even white hot. The reaction tends to spread:

“The reactions are sometimes localized to the affected area, but are often very severe, radiating up a limb and causing burning, swelling, nausea, headache, abdominal distress, rashes, blisters, and sometimes chest pain, numbness, or difficulty breathing. Sweating from the welts or hives at the site of the sting is not unusual.”

Fun Fact The caterpillars are covered in long setae, making it resemble a tiny Persian cat, which is where it is assumed the name "puss" comes from. Some of the many names for the larva include: puss caterpillar, asp, Italian asp, fire caterpillar, woolly slug, opossum bug, puss moth, tree asp, and asp caterpillar.

(Source: Wikipedia; IFAS Extension, University of Florida; Missouri Department of Conservation; AZ Animals)

[bunnywip]

𝘼-𝙕 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝙉𝙅𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎/𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙎/𝙒𝙃𝙐𝙈𝙋𝙎

A

Achilles tendon rupture.

Airsickness.

Aerosol burn.

Aftercare.

Appendicitis.

Asthma attack.

Abuse.

Amputation.

Abdominal pain.

Ankle sprain.

Adrenaline crash.

Aortic disruption.

Anaphylactic shock.

B

Bear trap.

Blunt kidney trauma.

Broken bone.

Buried alive.

Blood poisoning.

Backache.

Blunt cardiac injury.

Bullying.

Burn out.

Burns.

Blood sugar crash.

Black eye.

C

Concussion.

Cat bite.

Cut.

Crossfire.

Collapsing.

Coping mechanisms.

Car crash.

Carbon monoxide poisoning.

Confusion.

Carsickness.

Cavity.

Coma.

Cramps.

Carpal tunnel syndrome.

Chemical burn.

Chilli burn.

Cardiac arrest.

Corneal abrasion.

Choking.

D

Drowning.

Dehydration.

Delirium.

Dangerous diet.

Diffuse axonal injury.

Dizziness.

Diarrhoea.

Dog bite.

Deafness.

Dislocations.

Diaphragmatic rupture.

E

Electric shock.

Exhaustion.

Electric burn.

Edema.

Emergency surgery.

Ear infection.

F

First-degree burn.

Flail chest.

Flash burn.

Fighting.

Fire.

Food poisoning.

Frostbite.

Fainting.

Falling from height.

Falling over.

Fear.

Friction burn.

G

Groin pull/strain.

Gunshot wound.

H

Heart attack.

Herniated disc.

Human bite.

High fever.

Home invasion.

Hypoxia.

Hyper/hypothermia.

Hernia.

Hemothorax.

Hematoma.

Heat exhaustion.

Hay fever.

Hemorrhage.

Hidden injury.

Homesickness.

Heart palpitations.

I

Infections.

Ice (slipping, falling through, etc).

Impalement.

Internal bleeding.

Indigestion.

J

Jet lag.

K

Knee dislocation.

Kidnapping.

Ketosis.

Kidney stones.

L

Laryngitis.

M

Memory loss.

Migraine.

Mutism.

Muscular atrophy.

Muscle bruise.

Muscle overuse.

Missing.

Manhandling.

Mono.

Menstrual cramps.

N

Nightmares.

Neck sprain.

Nosebleeds.

O

Open fractures.

Overdose.

Over-stimulation.

Overeating.

P

Penile fracture.

Perforated eardrum.

Poisoning.

Pulled muscle.

Psoriasis.

Pinched nerve.

Pinned.

Paralysis.

Puncture wound.

Pregnancy.

Pneumothorax.

R

Rotator cuff tear.

Rashes.

Ransom.

Rib fracture.

S

Shoulder dislocation.

Shock.

Subdrop.

Shark attack.

Stubbed toe.

Skull fracture.

Sunburn.

Sting (wasp, jellyfish, etc).

Smoke inhalation.

Self-harm.

Slipped rib.

Smoke inhalation.

Stalking.

Second-degree burn.

Stomach ulcers.

Seizures.

Starvation.

Spiked drink.

Sleepwalking.

Stab wound.

Snake bite.

Skinned flesh.

Scraped flesh.

Sleep deprivation.

Sleep paralysis.

Stitches.

Subconjunctival hemorrhages.

Stroke.

T

Traumatic aortic rupture.

Torn muscle.

Trapped.

Third-degree burn.

Touch-starved.

Torture.

Toothache.

Tuberculosis.

Traumatic asphyxia.

U

Uterine perforation.

V

Vomiting blood.

Vertigo.

W

Wisdom teeth.

Whipping.

Worked to exhaustion.

Whiplash.

Waterboarding.

Water infection.

Y

Yeast infection.

Z

Zombie apocalypse.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ruptured organ anon (that sounds bad I know) but the injury is massive blunt force trauma to the center of the abdomen, which organ would that likely harm and how bad would it be

HA that sounds amazing honestly XD Y’all crack me up

Hmm, ok massive blunt injury to the center of the abdomen, ok.

I’m calling it now, the spleen is probably being its usual sissy self and bleeding. Uhh… maybe some bleeding from the GI tract, just don’t perf it because that’s a hot mess. Liver bruising? Let’s throw that in for fun. :)

The bad thing about the belly is it can fill with a lot of blood and you might not notice it initially - there’s a lot of space in there! Rigidity is a good sign that something is majorly wrong. And brushing, obviously, and tenderness on palpation. But yeah.

How’s that? I feel like a medical angst bartender mixing drinks for y’all. XD The Abdominal Trauma Special?

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

Rosemary Morton and Diane Brand

The evening of June 6, 1947 started out like any other for Marian Silleck, a nursing student at Massillon, Ohio’s City Hospital. Stationed on the fourth floor, Marian was one of two night nurses tasked with keeping watch over the hospital’s pediatric ward, including the nursery. At 7:35pm, Marian checked on the nursery’s sole occupants, 9-week-old Rosemary Morton, and 8-week-old Diane Brand, finding them fast asleep.

Ten minutes later, Marian again returned to the nursery. This time, as she approached the cribs that held the two infants, she was met with a startling scene; the two babies lay dying in their cribs, suffering from obvious head wounds. Marian quickly summoned help, but sadly despite the hospital's best attempts to save them, both infants succumbed to their devastating injuries.

Rosemary Morton had been admitted to the hospital on May 19th, after her parents, Evelyn and Harry Morton, grew concerned with her eating habits and lack of weight gain. It was also revealed that Rosemary had a condition that caused her to have a webbed foot and hand, however the condition was not considered a threat to Rosemary’s health.

Diane Brand, the first child of Edna and Leo Brand, had been admitted to the hospital four days prior to undergo surgery to correct an abdominal abnormality. Although the operation had been a success, doctors told the Brand’s to be on standby for a blood transfusion if necessary. When Leo and Edna were summoned to the hospital, Leo went under the pretence that Diane may need blood. However when he arrived, the hospital staff delivered the devastating news to him.

Rosemary was pronounced dead at 9:02pm, and Diane at 10:10pm. Aside from both suffering multiple skull fractures which resulted in catastrophic brain haemorrhages, fingernail marks were found around both infants lower abdomens and sides, and their diapers had been pulled down to their ankles. It was also noted that “dirt smudges” were found on the face and head of Diane. It was immediately theorized that the injuries inflicted upon the infants may have been the result of being held by their lower extremities and swung into the ground or nearby wall with “brute force.” Both of their deaths were determined to be due to blunt force trauma.

No significant evidence was found at the scene, however it was revealed the person responsible may have used any one of four possible routes to gain access to the fourth floor; a self operated elevator, two stairwells, or an outside fire escape. Questioning began immediately, however with a limited night staff, and heavy restrictions on visitors, police were left with few suspects.

While all hospital employees were interviewed, investigators focused the majority of their attention on the fourth floor staff. That evening, there were only two student nurses, and one nurse’s aid working on the floor; Marian, who had made the discovery, Murna Croft, who was also a nursing student, and an unidentified female nurse's aid. All three denied having any knowledge of the crime, however upon a second inspection of the nursery, Marian did notice that the bedding from a third crib had been ripped away as though searched by someone. It was also noted that a strange doll, never before seen by staff nor the parents of the victims, had been discovered sitting on a chair near the cribs.

Although Rosemary and Diane were the sole occupants of the paediatric nursery, they were not the only patients housed on the fourth floor. Just down the hallway was the hospital's maternity nursery. That evening sixteen babies were in the nursery, thankfully they were found undisturbed. However also on the floor, right next door to the nursery, were eight older paediatric patients ranging in age between four and twelve.

Police began questioning the young patients, and while most of the kids denied having any knowledge of the crime, one patient, 6-year-old Roger Gue, claimed to have seen something significant. Roger told police he had witnessed a young man, around 15 years old and dressed in a white coat, enter the nursery just after 7:35pm. According to Roger, he watched as the boy slammed the babies on the floor and then returned them to their cribs, before dashing out of the room and heading towards the elevator.

News of the tragedy had made headlines, and with Rogers' new added “lead,” reporters flocked to the town in the hopes of getting an interview with him. It was during one of these interviews that Roger suddenly presented a shocking solution to the mystery; he had accidentally dropped the infants while attempting to play nurse with them. According to him, after dropping the infants, he heard nurse Marian coming down the hallway. He claimed he quickly returned the injured babies to their beds and ran back to his wheelchair he had left sitting in the hallway, before then returning to his room.

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[ovaruling]

wanna hear how unsalvageably stupid i am.

so earlier this summer as i started crossfit, lifting heavier and such, i got freaked out bc i noticed a lump on my abdomen. it was hard and it was brand new. i was like what the fuck, did i strain something? with no feeling in my abdomen, it’s hard to tell, and with my horrible tummy tuck history im always terrified of having ripped something or caused another hematoma or of having finally developed some kind of tumor or blockage from all the blunt force trauma of past bulimia. i also get regular lumps down near my surgery scars that scare the hell out of me—but this felt different and it was in a totally different location. i’m even worrying it’s a budding hernia at this point. my mind is racing, all kinds of possibilities. abdominal masses are no joke, and i have more than enough reason to suspect some kind of abdominal issue to occur at some juncture in my life.

so i panicked, went to my doctor, had her feel the lump. she said maybe it was a strain, but she knows my horrific surgery history and she could see how scared i was. so, to be sure, she ordered a workup of imaging scans.

i went and got an ultrasound and a CT with and without contrast. had to drink that awful shit for the stomach one and then got the dyed IV (and of course had a slight allergic reaction to it afterward) and all that. all this tiresome imaging basically, right?

comes back with no results. we’re all stumped. i’m still panicking over the lump but it’s not impeding me so i force myself to assume it’s just a new pocket of scar tissue and try to go about my life, resigned. i try not to pay attention to it at all.

then a few weeks later i decide on a whim to have my mother take a look at it, because she was with me through all my worst during my surgery addiction. she remembers the hematoma and the scar tissue lumps and the pockets of fluid and all that. couldn’t hurt to get her eyes on it.

as i lift up my shirt, before i can even say anything, she goes, “oh wow, look at you, you’ve got a six-pack started!”

the lump was my abs.

[beardedmrbean]

The mother of a 4-year-old boy was arrested and charged with first-degree murder, aggravated child abuse, and tampering with a witness in the death of her son whom she adopted from Haiti, according to Polk County sheriff’s.

36-year-old Patricia Saintizaire took her child to the hospital after his older brother found him unresponsive.

The child succumbed to his injuries at Orlando Health Hospital, where an examination revealed the child had abdominal bleeding that surgery couldn’t heal, according to a report.

An autopsy on the child revealed he had a severed liver from a blunt force trauma injury, bruises on his arms and legs, and scars all over his body showing signs of consistent abuse.

The sheriff’s office’s investigation revealed a history of abuse leading up to the boy’s death, including a video of the boy being thrown into a pool with his hands tied behind his back.

During initial interviews with the child’s older teenage brother, he denied being abused or witnessing abuse. However, after he was placed into DCF custody, he then told detectives that Patricia told him, “When they ask you something, say nothing so I don’t get in trouble,” and that she threatened to kill him with a gun.

The older brother found the victim struggling to sit up when he went to feed him and told his mother, she told him he was “faking it” and to feed him. That’s when the victim was found unresponsive and his older brother began performing CPR on the child and then told Saintizaire they needed to take him to the hospital.

The sheriff’s office says they are still investigating. Saintizaire is set to go before a judge for her first appearance on Thursday.

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[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Rosemary Morton and Diane Brand

The evening of June 6, 1947 started out like any other for Marian Silleck, a nursing student at Massillon, Ohio’s City Hospital. Stationed on the fourth floor, Marian was one of two night nurses tasked with keeping watch over the hospital’s pediatric ward, including the nursery. At 7:35pm, Marian checked on the nursery’s sole occupants, 9-week-old Rosemary Morton, and 8-week-old Diane Brand, finding them fast asleep.

Ten minutes later, Marian again returned to the nursery. This time, as she approached the cribs that held the two infants, she was met with a startling scene; the two babies lay dying in their cribs, suffering from obvious head wounds. Marian quickly summoned help, but sadly despite the hospital's best attempts to save them, both infants succumbed to their devastating injuries.

Rosemary Morton had been admitted to the hospital on May 19th, after her parents, Evelyn and Harry Morton, grew concerned with her eating habits and lack of weight gain. It was also revealed that Rosemary had a condition that caused her to have a webbed foot and hand, however the condition was not considered a threat to Rosemary’s health.

Diane Brand, the first child of Edna and Leo Brand, had been admitted to the hospital four days prior to undergo surgery to correct an abdominal abnormality. Although the operation had been a success, doctors told the Brand’s to be on standby for a blood transfusion if necessary. When Leo and Edna were summoned to the hospital, Leo went under the pretence that Diane may need blood. However when he arrived, the hospital staff delivered the devastating news to him.

Rosemary was pronounced dead at 9:02pm, and Diane at 10:10pm. Aside from both suffering multiple skull fractures which resulted in catastrophic brain haemorrhages, fingernail marks were found around both infants lower abdomens and sides, and their diapers had been pulled down to their ankles. It was also noted that “dirt smudges” were found on the face and head of Diane. It was immediately theorized that the injuries inflicted upon the infants may have been the result of being held by their lower extremities and swung into the ground or nearby wall with “brute force.” Both of their deaths were determined to be due to blunt force trauma.

No significant evidence was found at the scene, however it was revealed the person responsible may have used any one of four possible routes to gain access to the fourth floor; a self operated elevator, two stairwells, or an outside fire escape. Questioning began immediately, however with a limited night staff, and heavy restrictions on visitors, police were left with few suspects.

While all hospital employees were interviewed, investigators focused the majority of their attention on the fourth floor staff. That evening, there were only two student nurses, and one nurse’s aid working on the floor; Marian, who had made the discovery, Murna Croft, who was also a nursing student, and an unidentified female nurse's aid. All three denied having any knowledge of the crime, however upon a second inspection of the nursery, Marian did notice that the bedding from a third crib had been ripped away as though searched by someone. It was also noted that a strange doll, never before seen by staff nor the parents of the victims, had been discovered sitting on a chair near the cribs.

Although Rosemary and Diane were the sole occupants of the paediatric nursery, they were not the only patients housed on the fourth floor. Just down the hallway was the hospital's maternity nursery. That evening sixteen babies were in the nursery, thankfully they were found undisturbed. However also on the floor, right next door to the nursery, were eight older paediatric patients ranging in age between four and twelve.

Police began questioning the young patients, and while most of the kids denied having any knowledge of the crime, one patient, 6-year-old Roger Gue, claimed to have seen something significant. Roger told police he had witnessed a young man, around 15 years old and dressed in a white coat, enter the nursery just after 7:35pm. According to Roger, he watched as the boy slammed the babies on the floor and then returned them to their cribs, before dashing out of the room and heading towards the elevator.

News of the tragedy had made headlines, and with Rogers' new added “lead,” reporters flocked to the town in the hopes of getting an interview with him. It was during one of these interviews that Roger suddenly presented a shocking solution to the mystery; he had accidentally dropped the infants while attempting to play nurse with them. According to him, after dropping the infants, he heard nurse Marian coming down the hallway. He claimed he quickly returned the injured babies to their beds and ran back to his wheelchair he had left sitting in the hallway, before then returning to his room.

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[mcatmemoranda]

Mechanisms of injury – Rib fractures are common injuries that occur most often following direct blunt thoracic trauma but can also result from severe coughing, athletic activities (eg, rowing, swinging golf clubs), child abuse, and bone metastases.

●Clinical features – Patients with rib fractures typically describe a history of a minor to moderate chest wall injury. Frequently, they can localize the pain to one or two ribs. Examination reveals point tenderness on a specific rib or focal tenderness caused by compression of the ribcage distant from the site of pain. A deep breath typically elicits pain at the fracture site. Rib stress fractures present with a gradual onset of activity-related chest wall pain.

●Diagnosis and diagnostic imaging – Rib fractures in victims of blunt trauma are generally identified clinically or by chest radiograph (CXR). A definitive diagnosis of rib fractures is not always necessary. The presence of isolated rib fractures does not have to be radiologically confirmed in all patients once associated injury has been adequately excluded, typically with a CXR, which is obtained primarily to identify pneumothorax, hemothorax, and other signs of intrathoracic injury.

•In most cases when CXR is not sufficient for the identification of rib fractures, chest computed tomography (CT) should be performed. Chest CT demonstrates greater sensitivity and specificity for rib fractures compared with plain radiographs but should not be performed for the sole purpose of assessing potential rib fractures since the clinical significance of these additionally discovered fractures is generally minimal. When expertise and technology is available, emergency physician-performed bedside ultrasound is an emerging modality with test characteristics comparable to CT for identifying rib fractures. Rib radiographs have very limited utility when CT is available.

•In patients with concern for stress fracture in whom definitive diagnosis will change management, magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) has become the modality of choice. Both bone scintigraphy and MRI have traditionally had better sensitivity for fracture than CT but are limited by resource availability. Bone scintigraphy requires large doses of ionizing radiation and has poor specificity.

•A skeletal survey should be obtained in infants with rib fractures, especially multiple fractures in various stages of healing, since this raises suspicion for abuse.

●Fracture patterns associated with internal injuries – Liver or spleen lacerations, mediastinal injury, pneumothorax, hemothorax, flail chest, and pulmonary contusion may occur but are uncommon with isolated rib injuries. An increasing number of rib fractures correlates with serious intrathoracic and intra-abdominal injuries. Displaced fractures increase the risk of internal injury and delayed bleeding.

•First rib fractures are associated with greater overall injury severity and life-threatening internal injury (including injuries to the brain, spine, lungs, and pelvis).

•Fractures of superior ribs (numbers 1 to 3) reflect trauma involving significant force and the potential for injury to mediastinal structures, major blood vessels (eg, aorta), and lung parenchyma.

•Fractures of ribs 9 through 12 may be associated with intra-abdominal injury. Right lower rib fractures may be associated with hepatic injury and left lower rib fractures with splenic injury. Fractures of the posterior portion of the lower ribs can be associated with renal injury.

•Three or more adjacent ribs each fractured in two places (ie, flail chest) (figure 4) is often associated with significant morbidity from pulmonary contusion as well as injuries elsewhere.

●Management – Treatment of rib fractures should be focused on early and adequate pain relief to avoid complications (eg, pneumonia) from splinting and atelectasis. Analgesia for isolated rib fractures includes nonsteroidal antiinflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) with or without opioids. Encourage incentive spirometry to prevent atelectasis.

For more severe injuries, intercostal nerve blocks are an effective approach but typically require admission.

Rib stress fractures are treated similarly to other low-risk stress fractures. Treatment begins with restriction of the inciting activity for four to six weeks followed by a gradual return to the activity as tolerated.

●Disposition – We typically hospitalize patients with three or more rib fractures and use a more conservative threshold for admission in older or frail adults and those at increased risk for pulmonary complications. An algorithm to assist clinicians with the disposition of patients with isolated rib fractures is provided (algorithm 1).

●Follow-up care – A follow-up evaluation six to eight weeks after the injury is reasonable, especially if the patient has persistent pain or any questions regarding ability to return to sports or work. Virtually all rib fractures heal well within six weeks. Follow-up chest radiographs are unnecessary unless indicated by clinical symptoms (eg, new shortness of breath, new or severe pain). (See 'Follow-up care' above.)

●Return to sports and work – Some patients are able to return to work within a few days, depending on their occupation, while some patients may experience prolonged pain and disability. (See 'Return to sports and work' above.)

[heartsburstintofire13ghosts]

The White Zodiac

Please be kind. This took FOREVER. Once again, thanks to @lanimoon​

The Lost Child/ Alice Monroe

Age at Time of Death: Five Years Old

Year of Death: 1814

Cause of Death: Lobar pneumonia

Place of Death: Wisconsin Wilderness

 The Cursed Prophet/ Dennis Rafkin

Age at Time of Death: Twenty Four Years Old

Year of Death: 2001

Cause of Death: Killed by Horace Mahoney

Place of Death: Glass House, Pennsylvania

The Hangman’s Daughter/ Isabella De Luca

Age at Time of Death: Fourteen Years Old

Year of Death: 1322

Cause of Death: Ran through with a sword

Place of Death: Florence, Italy

The Accused Magician/ Charlotte Pope

Age at Time of Death: Twenty Seven Years Old

Year of Death: March 1692

Cause of Death: Throat slit by her husband

Place of Death: Salem, Province of Massachusetts Bay

The Fallen Beauty/ Samara Bishop

Age at Time of Death: Seventeen Years Old

Year of Death: 2014

Cause of Death: Exsanguinated from the subclavian artery and abdominal aorta during the Royce Clayton Memorial High School Shooting

Place of Death: Royce Clayton Memorial High School, Madison, Ohio

The Burnt Maiden/ Katja 

Age at Time of Death: Thirty Years Old

Year of Death: 910 AD

Cause of Death: Self Immolation

Place of Death: Norway

The Winter Queen/ Kay Emmerson

Age at Time of Death: Nineteen Years Old

Year of Death: 1912

Cause of Death: Immersion Hypothermia

Place of Death: Atlantic Ocean

The Black Heart/ Markus Sullivan

Age at Time of Death: Seventeen Years Old

Year of Death: 2014

Cause of Death: Broken Neck, Miscellaneous internal injuries

Place of Death: The Glass House, Pennsylvania

The Painted Warrior/ Hope Snyder

Age at Time of Death: Seventeen Years Old

Year of Death: 1984

Cause of Death: Stabbed during a fight with her father, allowing her siblings to escape

Place of Death: Sacramento, California

The Forgotten Guardian/ Daisy Duchaness

Age at Time of Death: Eighteen Years Old

Year of Death: 1978

Cause of Death: Blunt force trauma to the temple

Place of Death: Cold Spring, New York

The Crimson Harlot/ Veronica Piper

Age at Time of Death: Twenty One Years Old

Year of Death: 1922

Cause of Death: Slit her own throat

Place of Death: Chicago, Illinois

The Blind Doll/ Melanie Ellis

Age at Time of Death: Nineteen Years Old

Year of Death: 1942

Cause of Death: Strangulation

Place of Death: Monroe’s Circus, California

The Forsaken Lover/ Morgan Lane

Age at Time of Death: Nineteen Years Old

Year of Death: 2014

Cause of Death: Intracranial Hemorrhage

Place of Death: Lane Home, Madison Ohio

[transingthoseformers]

Since the Google doc is fussing with me, I'm just gonna copy and paste what I've got over onto here

So, here would be my current descriptions for the Fiasco plotline!

The Fiasco plotline is based a nice bit on "Long Nights" by Borath, but in the proposed follow up sense (because we know me, I love to explore how different circumstances would affect the events in the show). I took one look at the concept of this kid and immediately went "Wow, what if this kid showed up on Earth when they were more grown up?". And thus, the Fiasco plotline was born, because no my brain would not let go of this.

Our premise is that the Fortitude, this dinky little starship with a crew of four, arrives on Earth. Perhaps arrives isn't the right word, but rather moderately crashes. Everyone is okay, but the Fortitude is absolutely trashed. Fiasco, who always lives up to his name, isn't content with staying on the Nemesis with the somewhat overbearing crew there, so he immediately wants to check out all the things that make Earth Earth. Conflict ensues as from what we know in "Long Nights", Megatron has a million reasons to be anxious as hell over this kid (so much damn trauma), and Fiasco's desire to explore kinda defeats the point of keeping him as secret as possible because like. Assassination and stuff. Volley is here to keep the crew from accidentally offing themselves, and they very much do not want to end up an ashy smudge on the Nemesis's deck. 

Sunburst she/her, CMO of the Fortitude, Mom friend of the crew who will fuss over every damn scratch— a slightly smaller than average decepticon, overall rounded design not typical of a decepticon, blunt digits. Primarily dark red, orangy yellow, and silver with pink optics. Red helm, lower arms, top of shoulders, and pelvic plating. Yellow chassis, bottom of shoulders, some of the ventral area, and lower legs. Silver sides of abdominal plating, upper arms, upper legs, faceplates, and servos. Optics are a hot pink, with a lighter center. Altmode: obvious looking car. (Design is based slightly on RBA Hotshot and IDW Lug, but IDW Lug and TFP Ratchet personality wise. Is very dramatic but we love her for it, and she's often a voice of reason between the three kids of the Fortitude. Outlier with heat based abilities, she's able to increase the temperature of her plating and burn mecha if she chooses so. Second eldest of the group, one of the last generations of mecha forged.)

Slipbang, he/they, TIC of the Fortitude, pilot who isn't high no he's just like that— around average height but sorta lanky with a lot of pointy bits, removable mask but only removes it to drink, wings, rounded pointed digits. Surprisingly not intimidating in the slightest. Dark purple and blue, with some black stripes and red optics. Purple chassis, pelvic plating, and helm. Blue shoulders, lower arms, lower legs, and wings. Black upper arms, legs, tips of wings, two stripes down chassis, and abdominal plating. Two sets of long audials, fixed in place. Optics are pure red. Altmode: jet. (Based on IDW Spinster and TFP Soundwave looks wise, but kinda IDW Misfire and a little bit of college kid energy. This kid has two modes, drifty and laser focus— the latter of which makes them a great pilot. Simps loudly and frequently for Megatron, gaining groans from the rest of the crew but especially so Fiasco. Youngest of the group, late war cold construct.)

Fiasco, He/him, SIC of the Fortitude, megasound kid who causes so much damn trouble— slightly taller than average height with a moderately even build, visor (haven't decided if it should be built in or removable, but I've considered both options), datacables my beloved with the ability to transform the tips into blades, pretty pointy as well but less so than Slipbang, strong sharp digits. Silver and dark cyan. Silver helm, chassis, lower arms, upper arms, and most of the abdominal plating. Dark cyan pelvic plating, upper leg, lower leg, datacables, two patches on sides of ventral plating, and servos. Teal visor and periodic rings of biolights on datacables. Blind as a rock, that visor is exactly a facade, but definitely has a particularly strong EM field. (Design is well based on the idea of a TFP megasound kid, with some inspiration from S4 rid Soundwave because I am a fucking sucker for those teals okay? Personality is generally based on a belated rebellious phase, somewhat inspired by RID Rodimus? Second youngest of the group, as highlighted he's a megasound kid and was kindled.)

Volley, they/them, the Fortitude's captain, tired ass caretaker of the crew who is secretly a sweetheart— By far the biggest of the group, stocky build but thinner arms and legs, pointy bits but like think of a blunted kind of pointy, and long sharp digits. Primarily black, dark gray, and lighter silver highlights. Mainly black chassis, helm, dorsal plating, and pelvic plating. Dark gray underside of chassis, large portion of abdominal plating, lower arms, lower legs, and upper legs. Light silver servos, ventral plating, and upper arms. Mobile audials that typically point downwards. Red optics with white pupils—kinda like earthspark Megatron a bit actually, two red biolights on sides of helm and top of ventral plating. Altmode: beast form, almost reptilian, almost feline. (Very much based on a spinocon design, sue me, but I de-spino-ed the spinocon. Was at one point a frontliner before being assigned to basically babysitting. By far the oldest of the group, created pre-war… somehow. I haven't figured that out yet.)

[nursingscience]

𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗦

Pancreatitis is a disease in which the pancreas (the large gland behind the stomach and next to the small intestine) becomes inflamed. It is a painful inflammatory condition in which the enzymes of the pancreas are prematurely activated resulting in autodigestion of the pancreas. The common cause of pancreatitis are biliary tract disease and alcoholism, but can also result from such things as abnormal organ structure, blunt trauma, penetrating peptic ulcers, and drugs such as sulfonamides and glucocorticoids.

𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗦:

Pancreatitis may be acute or chronic, with symptoms mild to severe.

1.Acute pancreatitis is a sudden inflammation that lasts for a short time. It may range from mild discomfort to a severe, life-threatening illness.

2.Chronic pancreatitis is long-lasting inflammation of the pancreas. It most often happens after an episode of acute pancreatitis.

𝗡𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧

Nursing care management of patients with pancreatitis includes relief of pain and discomfort caused by pancreatitis, improvement of nutritional status, improving respiratory function, and improvement of fluid and electrolyte status.

𝗡𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦

The following are the nursing priorities for patients with pancreatitis:

▪️Manage pain and discomfort associated with pancreatitis.

▪️Monitor and stabilize vital signs.

▪️Administer intravenous fluids and maintain hydration.

▪️NPO (nothing by mouth) status and provide nutritional support as necessary.

▪️Administer appropriate medications for pain control and to manage inflammation.

▪️Monitor pancreatic enzyme levels and pancreatic function.

▪️Address complications such as infection or pseudocysts.

▪️Educate patients on dietary modifications and lifestyle changes to prevent future episodes.

𝗡𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧

Assess for the following subjective and objective data:

▪️Complaints of severe abdominal pain, typically located in the upper abdomen or radiating to the back

▪️Description of the pain, such as a constant or intermittent, sharp or dull sensation

▪️Reports of nausea and vomiting

▪️History of recent alcohol consumption or high-fat meal intake

▪️Presence of jaundice (yellowing of the skin and eyes) in cases of obstructive pancreatitis

▪️Reports of weight loss or changes in appetite

▪️Personal or family history of pancreatitis or pancreatic disorders

▪️Observation of abdominal tenderness or guarding on palpation

▪️Presence of abdominal distension

▪️Signs of dehydration, such as dry mucous membranes, decreased skin turgor, or low urine output.

▪️Fever

▪️Laboratory findings, including elevated levels of pancreatic enzymes such as amylase and lipase.

[luminouslywriting]

i adore getting to know ruth! so excited for the next chapter - quick question! when mentioning her attack, she said “permanent damage to other things” - will we ever find out what that is?

Hi darling 🥰🫶🏻 it’s so good to hear from you and you are so sweet!! This is such an excellent question and I’m honestly not too sure on the extent of it quite yet….so I’d love to hear all of your thoughts….

That being said, spoilers down below and triggering medical content:

Ruth suffered from some severe abdominal blunt force trauma that caused intestinal bruising and internal bleeding. She mentioned that she bruised or broke a few ribs. I’d go on to assume that some of the back pain that she experiences later on in the book (it’s not just boob pain haha) is a result from the blunt force trauma that affected her spine and internal organs. Now if we’re being quite realistic (which I aim to be at all times and I don’t like sugarcoating), I really think that 15-16 hard hits with a metallic or iron pan in various places on the body causes a great deal of damage. I wouldn’t be surprised if this affected her reproductive system in some way or damaged her uterus. But before I go there, I’d love to get your thoughts on all of that, so give me a scream or a shout in my inbox on your personal takes :) thank you!!

[hesspass23]

NAILS IN HEALTH AND DISEASE.

The nails are present at the end of each finger tip on the dorsal surface.The main function of nail is protection and it also helps for a firm grip for holding articles.It consists of a strong relatively flexible keratinous nail plate originating from the nail matrix. Under the nail plate there is a soft tissue called nail bed.Between the skin and nail plate there is a nail fold or cuticle.Normal healthy nail is slight pink in colour and the surface is convex from side to side.Finger nails grow 1 cm in three months and toe nails take 24 months for the same.

Importance of nails in disease diagnosis:

The colour ,appearance,shape and nature of the nails give some information about the general health and hygiene of a person . Nails are examined as a routine by all doctors to get some clues about underlying diseases.Just looking at nails we can makeout the hygiene of a person.The abnormal nail may be congenital or due to some diseases.The cause for changes in the nail extend from simple reasons to life threatening diseases.Hence the examination by a doctor is essential for diagnosis .Some abnormal findings with probable causes are discussed here for general awareness.

1) Hygiene:-

2) Colour of the nails:-

a) Nails become pale in anaemia.

b) Opaque white discolouration(leuconychia) is seen in chronic renal failure and nephrotic syndrome.

c) Whitening is also seen in hypoalbuminaemia as in cirrhosis and kidney disorders. d) Drugs like sulpha group,anti malarial and antibiotics ect can produce discolouration in the nails. e) Fungal infection causes black discolouration.

f) In pseudomonas infection nails become black or green.

g) Nail bed infarction occures in vasculitis especially in SLE and polyarteritis.

h) Red dots are seen in nails due to splinter haemorrhages in subacute bacterial endo carditis, rheumatoid arthritis, trauma, collagen vascular diseases.

i) Blunt injury produces haemorrhage and causes blue/black discolouration. j) Nails become brown in kidney diseases and in decreased adrenal activity.

k) In wilsons disease blue colour in semicircle appears in the nail.

l) When the blood supply decreases nail become yellow .In jaundice and psoriasis also nail become yellowish.

m) In yellow nail syndrome all nails become yellowish with pleural effusion.

3) Shape of nails:-

a) Clubbing: Here tissues at the base of nails are thickened and the angle between the nail base and the skin is obliterated. The nail becomes more convex and the finger tip becomes bulbous and looks like an end of a drumstick. When the condition becomes worse the nail looks like a parrot beak.

Causes of clubbing:-

Congenital Injuries

Severe chronic cyanosis

Lung diseases like empyema,bronchiactesis,carcinoma of bronchus and pulmonary tuberculosis. Abdominal diseases like crohn’s disease,polyposis of colon,ulcerative colitis,liver cirrhosis ect…

Heart diseases like fallot’s tetralogy,subacute bacterial endocarditis and ect.. b) Koilonychia:-

Here the nails become concave like a spoon.This condition is seen in iron deficiency anaemia.In this condition the nails become thin,soft and brittle.The normal convexity will be replaced by concavity.

c) Longitudinal ridging is seen in raynaud’s disease.

d) Cuticle becomes ragged in dermatomyositis.

e) Nail fold telangiectasia is a sign in dermatomyositis ,systemic sclerosis and SLE.

4) Structure and consistancy:-

a) Fungal infection of nail causes discolouration,deformity,hypertrophy and abnormal brittleness.

b) Thimble pitting of nail is charecteristic of psoriasis ,acute eczema and alopecia aereata. c) The inflamation of cuticle or nail fold is called paronychia.

d) Onycholysis is the seperation of nail bed seen in psoriasis,infection and after taking tetracyclines.

e) Destruction of nail is seen in lichen planus,epidermolysis bullosa.

f) Missing nail is seen in nail patella syndrome.It is a hereditary disease.

g) Nails become brittle in raynauds disease and gangrene.

h) Falling of nail is seen in fungal infection,psoriasis and thyroid diseases. 5) Growth:-

Reduction in blood supply affects the growth of nails. Nail growth is also affected in severe ilness. when the disease disappears the growth starts again resulting in formation of transverse ridges.These lines are called Beau’s lines and are healpful to date the onset of illness.

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Beyond Bones: Healix Trauma Care Revolutionizes Treatment For Orthopedic And Abdominal Injuries

In the realm of medical emergencies, trauma care stands as a beacon of hope for those facing life-altering injuries. Healix Hospitals, with its unwavering commitment to excellence, has pioneered Trauma Care that extends beyond traditional approaches, offering comprehensive solutions for orthopedic and abdominal injuries.

Let's delve into the innovative methods and specialized expertise that Healix brings to the forefront of trauma care.

What are some common orthopedic and abdominal injuries?

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Orthopedic injuries encompass a wide array of conditions that affect the musculoskeletal system. These injuries commonly include:

Dislocations: Occur when the ends of bones are forced out of their normal positions within a joint. This can result from trauma or sudden impact, leading to pain, swelling, and limited range of motion.

Fractures and Breaks: Refers to the partial or complete breakage of bones due to trauma, overuse, or weakened bone structure. Fractures can vary in severity from hairline cracks to compound fractures where the bone pierces the skin.

Impingement Syndromes: Involve the compression of soft tissues between bones in a joint, often seen in conditions like shoulder impingement or hip impingement. This can lead to inflammation, pain, and restricted movement.

Sports Hernia: Also known as athletic pubalgia, it's a strain or tear in the soft tissue of the groin area. It commonly affects athletes involved in sports that require sudden changes in direction or intense twisting movements.

Overuse Injuries: Result from repetitive stress on muscles, tendons, ligaments, or bones without adequate rest and recovery. Examples include tendonitis, stress fractures, and muscle strains.

Sprains: Occur when ligaments, the tough bands of tissue that connect bones to each other, are stretched or torn. This often happens during sudden twisting or stretching movements, causing pain, swelling, and instability in the affected joint.

Abdominal injuries involve trauma to the area between the chest and pelvis and can vary greatly in severity and complexity. Common abdominal injuries include:

Contusions: Bruising of the abdominal wall due to blunt force trauma. While contusions may seem minor, they can sometimes indicate underlying internal injuries.

Lacerations: Refers to cuts or tears in the abdominal organs or tissues, often caused by sharp objects or severe blunt force trauma. Lacerations can lead to internal bleeding and require prompt medical attention.

Puncture Wounds: Penetrating injuries that breach the abdominal wall, potentially causing damage to internal organs such as the liver, spleen, or intestines. These injuries pose a risk of infection and internal bleeding if not treated promptly.

Herniations: Involve the protrusion of abdominal organs through weak spots in the abdominal wall muscles. Hernias can be congenital or develop over time due to factors like obesity, heavy lifting, or abdominal surgery.

Abdominal injuries can affect various vital structures, including the liver, spleen, pancreas, kidneys, stomach, small intestine, colon, ureters, bladder, and vasculature.

Blows to the solar plexus, a complex network of nerves located in the upper abdomen, are particularly common and can cause momentary paralysis of the diaphragm, leading to significant pain and respiratory distress.

Recognizing and promptly managing orthopedic and abdominal injuries are crucial to prevent serious complications such as chronic pain, loss of function, organ damage, and even life-threatening conditions like internal bleeding or sepsis. Seeking immediate medical attention and appropriate trauma care can significantly improve outcomes and facilitate recovery.

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