#CW hospital

[zipsunz]

do you think i'll get into heaven?

[meamiiikiii]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[ghost-diner]

🎵 "How to heal a broken heart

Oh sometimes you cut it apart" 🎵

[turtletaubwrites]

Bend Until You Break ~ Part 3

Thank you so much for this request from the lovely @anemptypuddingcup !!🖤

Pairings: YANDERE!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist

Word Count: 3208

Ao3 Link

Summary: Law gives you the choice to go against your doctor's recommendations as you begin your recovery. Are you clear headed enough to make the right choice?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Dubious Consent, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Yandere, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Hypermobility, Medical Examination, Medical Trauma, Medical Conditions, Chronic Pain, Injury, Physical Disability, Physical Therapy, Doctor/Patient, Abuse of Authority, Kidnapping, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to be Added, (Reader is described as having hair "above her shoulders" that she can brush), Needles, Drugs, Arguing, Massage, Praise Kink, Pain, Dissociation, Humiliation, Gaslighting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, (Implied)

A/N: I hate hospitals 😩 But for Law I might make an exception... Some of these medical issues may or may not have come from personal experience 🙃

Extra A/N: I am not a doctor, and this is not meant to be educational, or to contain any health advice. Please seek a health professional.

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Beeping. 

What is that sound? There’s another sound.

That soun–

Fuck!

A strangled cry left your throat, pain tearing through you.

Tight, fuck it’s so tight, can’t–

Your eyes were still too droopy to open as your hands scrambled at your neck. A sharp pinch twisted against your right wrist, and you felt the pull of wires restricting its movement. 

That beeping noise was louder now.

“Y/N, you’re okay, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

Law’s deep voice pulled you out, giving you a reason to open your eyes. He pulled your hands away from scratching at the neck brace, and you slumped with relief at his touch. 

Only to let out a choked scream at the pain.

“Shh, I’ve got you. Can you stay still for me? I know you can, you’re so strong.”

“I don’t want to be strong anymore.”

Your confession slipped quietly from your trembling lips as you tried to acclimate to the pain, tried to be still for him. 

His brow creased as he looked down at you, and you felt pathetic. You wanted to take it back.

Law brought those cool, tattooed fingers to your face, leaving featherlight touches along your temple and cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed, burning tears starting again.

“You’re right,” he rasped, brushing your tears away with his fingers, leaving the tissues in their box this time.

“You’ve been strong for so long, haven’t you? You shouldn’t have to fight so hard every day.”

Gentle sobs left your throat, interrupted by a small gasp.

His hand still traced your face in soothing lines, until he brushed his tear soaked thumb across your lips.

Your eyelids were still heavy, but you held them open to melt into the storm gray eyes above you. 

“You don’t need to be strong with me, Y/N,” he breathed, close enough to leave the warmth of his words on your face. “I’ll save you.”

~

Beeping.

I’m with Law. I’m okay.

Foggy dreams of Law’s hands on your face made your skin flush before you opened your eyes. 

That beeping got louder as you fought off the embarrassing thoughts you were having about your doctor’s hands, but the slight shift you made in the bed had you forgetting it all, groaning in pain.

“Nice and slow, Y/N. You’re safe, just take some deep breaths.”

Your doctor stepped into view, his eyes scanning your body before gifting you with a gentle smile. 

Attempting a small stretch of your arms was a bad choice, but it brought your attention to the rest of your body. 

The bed was still angled so that your upper body was lifted. Lying flat had been excruciating. But even with your raised position, it was difficult to look down at yourself over the neck brace. 

“Where are my clothes,” you muttered, looming horror growing at the feeling of a hospital gown against your skin. 

“I apologize, Y/N,” Law admitted gently, tilting his head toward the beeping machine. “I needed to monitor your vitals to ensure your safety since we used that medication to help you sleep. I’m afraid I had to cut through your top to avoid injuring your neck further. I was able to save your bra, and I have scrubs you can wear once your neck is healed enough for you to pull the clothes on by yourself.”

He just said a whole bunch of words. 

Your brain decided the best way to handle all of the emotions flying through your head was to ignore them.

“Why do I have an IV?” You changed the subject, lifting your wrist, and tugging all the tubes with it. 

“Again, since you hadn't had that drug before, I took this as a safety precaution. I assumed you would prefer a single needle versus the potential of many if I needed to administer more medication,” he explained as he disconnected you from the tubes, but left the placement on your wrist. “You’ve also been receiving fluids, which is essential after the traumatic night you had.”

A nod made you wince, so you thanked him softly, feeling warmth move through your chest as another hint of a smile touched his lips. 

“Do you have the energy to move, Y/N? I’d like to show you the room, and do another physical exam to see if you’ve improved since last night.”

The thought of moving hit you with the sudden realization that you needed to fucking pee.

“Is there a bathroom,” you asked, holding your breath from embarrassment. 

“Of course, it’s right here. Let me help you.”

After many whimpers, and groans, and heavy breaths, you were on your feet. Shaking with pain as he led you to the door, you knew that nothing else could have motivated you to walk right now. 

“Do you need help sit–”

“I’ll be fine,” you blurted out, closing the door. 

He’s my doctor. This is fine. He’s helping me because I’m injured, and he’s my doctor.

Those thoughts did not diminish your embarrassment, especially when you did struggle to fucking sit down. 

Gritting your teeth, and clinging to the safety bar, you managed to keep at least some sliver of your dignity by not yelling for him to help you. 

Shame rocked through you as you washed your hands, avoiding looking in the mirror. You didn’t want to know how wrecked you looked. 

But you looked anyway. 

You wanted to splash some water on your face, but couldn’t bend down to do it. 

“Y/N, are you doing alright in there?”

“I’m fine,” you called out as you fought with the ties of the gown. 

Oh my gods, he took all of my fucking clothes off.

That knowledge kicked in again as you tried to make sure every inch of your ass was covered.

“Can you put me to sleep again,” you half joked, taking his hand as he helped you through the door. 

“We don’t want to overdo it,” he said in that serious tone he’s so good at, leading you slowly toward the center of the room.

He sat backwards in that rolling chair. 

But his chair isn’t that color…

“Is this the same room,” you interrupted him, looking around by turning your body instead of your head. You couldn’t tell if the weird sounds you were hearing were real, or if you were just getting a headache from moving around.

“No,” he hummed, nodding slowly at you. “I’m impressed you were able to notice that in this state.” 

You followed the line of his arm as his tattooed finger pointed to a large door. 

“Those are my quarters. I had you moved to an adjacent room so that I can be close if you are in pain, or become injured again. That vent is open so I’ll be able to hear if you need me.”

“O-Oh…”

He shifted his hand again, and you turned to follow it, your eyes a bit wide.

“You already know where your bathroom is. The third door leads out into the corridors of the Polar Tang, but Y/N,” he said, his voice taking on more force, “I request that you refrain from leaving these quarters until you are steadier on your feet. I would hate for you to become injured under my care.”

“But how–”

“Y/N,�� he rasped, that low voice pulling you in, “let’s complete the exam before you tire yourself out, alright?”

“Okay.”

“There you go,” he purred, “I love seeing you take care of yourself. Do you consent to me touching you?”

Your ‘yes’ was barely audible as you tried not to let his words, and the way his words sounded with that dangerous voice, make you fall over. 

Feeling his fingers on you might be your favorite thing in the world. Even as you whimpered in pain while he checked along your shoulders and spine. 

“This seems to be the problem area,” he noted, tracing lightly over your left shoulder down between your shoulder blade and spine, rubbing along a few of the vertebrae. 

“But my neck?”

“Everything’s connected, Y/N,” he breathed over your ear, making you shiver and wince. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you learn how your body works.”

Fuck, his voice.

There was no way, no fucking way that you could be dripping wet in a hospital gown while your body was stiff with pain. No way that tight coil of pressure could be building in your core over the only doctor that had ever helped you, ever believed you. 

I can’t fuck this up. 

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Mhm,” you lied, catching yourself before you nodded this time. 

“Let’s have you sit down. We need to take the brace off, so I can examine your neck again. It is going to be painful. Are you ready, or would you like to take a break first?”

~

“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck.”

“You are doing so well for me,” Law praised, gently removing the brace to press against your neck, asking you questions while you tried not to move.

How can I like his fingers touching me like this? What is wrong with me?

“Look at you. I’m so proud of how you’re handling this,” he rasped, soothing your whimpers as he secured the brace again.

“When will I be able to go home?”

Law’s jaw shifted a bit as he sat back, and it felt like the air in the room got heavy. 

“As your doctor, I had to make the call to protect your health. We left your island, and my recommendation is that you remain with me for the time being. I think we both realized that one more week of treatment would not be enough support for your chronic condition. This incident with your neck further proves your need to receive continued treatment.”

“Left the– We’re underwater,” you said in a small voice, realizing what the strange clanking sounds in the background must be. 

“You took me away,” you asked softly as your boyfriend’s warnings about Law started playing in your mind.

Fear ran through you then, and the metal room grew smaller, your oxygen growing harder to find. Panic hit your lungs, fast, shallow, useless breaths spiking your neck with pain.

“Y/N,” he drawled, that voice almost frightening now.

“But you were going to be there another week. Why did you take me? Why–”

“Y/N, I will take you back right now if that's what you want,” he soothed, voice warm and inviting. “Please let me explain why I had to make that choice. You weren’t able to make decisions for your own health and safety at the time. As your doctor, I had to do what I believed was best for your wellbeing.”

You stilled, your breath slowing, but staying shallow. That fuzzy distance started to take over, but you dug your nails into your palms to try to focus on what your doctor was saying. 

“Your boyfriend came to the ship in the morning, demanding to take you home.”

The image in your mind built up. That fight. The keys you left in the open door. 

You jolted a bit as Law laid his hand on your clenched fist. 

“He refused to listen when I explained your condition, and that it would be dangerous to move you so soon. He…” Law took in a heavy breath, looking to the ground as he shook his head. When he met your eyes again, his were deep and sad, but etched with kindness. 

“Y/N, your boyfriend accused me of taking advantage of your ‘obsession with being sick.”

Those words were thick like the nausea rising in your throat. 

He did say little things sometimes. Things that made it seem like he didn’t believe me. 

Law’s thumb stroked the back of your fist until you relaxed your hand. He took it in his before continuing with a gentle voice.

“He threatened to return with a group to take you by force. You are my patient, Y/N. I could not in good conscience release you in this current state. I had to make the call since couldn’t.”

That inner distance was coming again, all the sounds feeling washed out. Until he squeezed your hand, leaning in close. 

He smells good. 

“As your doctor, I must always do what is in your best interests. I believe that you should remain here under my care, at least until we have time to make progress with physical therapy. Until you feel safer in your own body.”

Your eyes had to close. It was all too much.

“However, it will always be your decision, Y/N,” he comforted. His voice was smooth, and thick, like some rich dessert. “If you choose to go against my recommendations, I will turn around right now. If you want to go back home, I will take you. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

A trembling mouth opened, but you had no words to speak. 

“Y/N, I need you to really think about this. Think about what’s best for you.”

Law massaged your hand as he spoke in that liquid voice, a shiver breaking you out of the fog. 

“Where was he, Y/N,” he asked, not pausing for an answer. “You walked all the way here on your own, didn’t you? The amount of pain you were in was frightening, yet you chose to suffer alone. Why didn’t you ask for his help?”

He caught your rush of tears with a tissue, his voice raspy as he came closer to dry your face. 

“Do you want to go back to a place where all the doctors treat you like you’re crazy?”

Years of frustration, anger, and pain fell on you, but you tried to stay present, tried to think straight.

“Do you want to go back to a family that doesn’t believe you? To a partner that believes you’re pretending, that thinks you want to be sick?”

No. You didn’t.

But you tried to let it go, tried to think without emotions. You wanted to shake your head, to move, to fling some of these sickening feelings off of you. 

But you couldn’t move. You were in too much pain. 

And Law is the only person who cares. 

“You know, Y/N, I understand exactly how lonely and angry you must feel.”

He trapped you in the stone wall of his eyes again, and you’d never seen this look on his face before. 

“When I was a child, myself and everyone I knew got sick. They all died.”

“I—“

“Even though I wasn’t contagious, even though I was just a child, every single doctor treated me like I was trash.”

The hand that was holding yours was squeezing tighter while you were frozen by his barely contained rage.

“There was only one person in the world who cared about me,” he muttered, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit.

“He did everything he could to save me. Even when I fought him. Even when I hurt him... He never stopped.”

The overwhelming closeness you’d felt in that metal room was easing, and the heat of tears building in your throat wasn’t for yourself this time.

Law rested his palm against your cheek, and that foggy dream floated through your mind.

“I’m not like all those doctors that abandoned us, that left us to suffer all alone,” he rasped, the twitching of his creasing brows giving you more emotion than you’d seen from him before.

“I will never abandon you, Y/N.”

His promise filled the air, as if this metal room were a ringing bell, the vibrations wracking through your body.

I feel like I should be scared. But why? He’s helping me. No one has ever helped me before. He’s just intense because he knows.

He knows this pain even more than I do. 

Of course he’d do all of this to help me. He’s just helping me.

Law kept his hand on your cheek while he waited for you to think. He didn’t push, just gave you time. You heard the heart rate monitor starting to slow as you breathed with him.

He had taught you to follow his breathing during exercises, and now it felt natural, soothing. 

“I want to stay with you. If you want to help me.”

“Of course I want to help you,” he purred, brushing a few strands from your forehead before stroking his fingers through your mussed up hair.

“I’m your doctor. You can trust me.”

~

“Law?”

“Are you alright,” he answered as he charged through the connecting door.

“I’m fine. Well, the same,” you reported, trying to shift your body up the bed. 

It was getting difficult for you to tell the passage of time underwater, but you knew it had been at least a week.

Your pain was reducing, and your range of motion was improving, but you were still on bed rest unless Law was with you to guide your movements.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” you said, a sheepish grin pulling at your lips. “I’m just… I’m so bored, Law. And if I listen to Bepo’s Uta tone dial one more time, I’m going to go insane.”

That crooked smile made your skin flush as he walked toward you. He started piling pillows onto your lap, gently moving your arms out of the way before propping them up.

“I believe you’ve healed enough to read a book with some support,” he rasped as he brought his fingers to your skin. He pressed lightly against your shoulders, your jaw, and around the edges of the brace. You only winced a little when he stuck his fingers in to check the tightness.

“Although, you’ll need to make sure you’re not straining yourself, so we’ll have to start with short periods of time. Can you do that for me, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you agreed with a smile. It felt like your birthday, finally getting to open and enjoy your presents.

“You like mysteries, right,” he asked as he walked toward the door.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Your smile wilted just a bit as you tried to recall telling him that.

You hated being so loopy all the time. It felt like you were missing out on parts of your life. 

“This is one of my favorites,” you almost squealed, catching yourself before you wiggled in your hospital gown.

“Really,” he teased as he took it back, flipping through the pages. “I’ll go find you something you haven’t read then.”

“No, please. I love it, thank you.”

“Show me how you’ll be holding it, Y/N.”

Law’s hands on your arms made you crave his massages more than seemed healthy. With your neck as it had been, he wouldn’t risk hurting you. 

You still couldn’t lie flat anyway.

But I’m getting better. Then we can start. He can teach me how to take care of my body. He can touch me again.

Your own thoughts sent blood rushing to your face as you dove in, getting lost in one of your favorite mysteries. 

Even though you knew who the villain was, you always loved the thrill of the chase. 

And you still weren’t sure who you were rooting for. 

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Part 4

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[aka-indulgence]

GUESS WHOS OUT OF THE HOSPIBLE!!!

Thank you to you guys who wished me to get well /w\

[mugloversonly]

Accidents Happen

for this month's @steddiemicrofic "plug" wc:437 rated: G

cw: hospital, sick kid (kinda)

summary: The boys find out Amelia is allergic to peanuts...the hard way.

Eddie ran into the hospital, Wayne hot on his heels. He can hardly talk he’s crying so hard, but thankfully Wayne is able to speak.

“Amelia Munson. We’re her father and grandfather.” He informed the nurse who directed them down the hall. Eddie took off at a dead sprint, screeching to a halt outside the room, and barreling inside. Steve sat next to their daughter in an uncomfortable plastic chair but as soon as he saw Eddie he bolted upright and into his arms.

“Eds. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.” Steve cried into his husband’s shoulder. Eddie rubbed his back and led him back to sitting as he took the chair next to him. He shushed Steve and stroked his hair as he turned to look at Amelia. She was plugged into some many machines that Eddie felt sick.

“What happened baby?” Eddie whispered as he engulfed Amelia’s little hand in his. Wayne sat on her other side, stroking her hair.

“I gave her a reese’s. She took a bite and couldn’t breath.” Steve hiccuped. “I didn’t know she was allergic. How could I not know?” Steve asked but it was clear he wasn’t looking for an answer. Eddie couldn’t let him beat himself up about this though.

“Baby, it was an accident. I didn’t know either. I would have done the same thing.” Eddie reassured. “Besides, I would have panicked. You were collected enough to call an ambulance.” He reminded his husband. Steve took a shuddering breath.

“She’ll be alright, son.” Wayne’s voice shocked the two men. They looked over and saw his eyes were wet but were dim and distant. Like he was remembering something else. “She ain’t hooked up to nearly as many machines as Ed was.” Eddie pulled away from Steve and went over to hug his uncle.

“I’m okay Uncle Wayne. I’m okay.” He whispered. Sometimes that was the only thing to break Wayne out of his memories. Steve stood still.

“Is this what it felt like Wayne? When Eddie was…” Steve trailed off.

“Feel like you’re helpless? All these machines plugged into her are taunting you?” Steve nodded. “Yeah, it did. But, then and now. You got help in time. Don’t forget that.”

“I’m sorry I put you through that, dad.” Eddie said. “This sucks.” The men chuckled softly in agreement.

“Daddy? Papa? Grandpa?” Came a tiny voice. The three men turned to Amelia to see her eyes finally open.

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Eddie promised and reached over to stroke her hair.

“I don’t think I like reese’s.” She said disgruntled. They all laughed wetly and waited for the nurse.

AO3

[lastoneout]

I lived, bitch.

[bananahkim]

You’ll be alright, you’re not alone

Photo reference x x

First time drawing hospital stuff!! It was so difficult to make it actually look like a hospital room. It took 5~6 hours to finish this but it was worth it. I think I’ll draw more hospital art.

Huge thanks to @phleb0tomist, I couldn’t have finished drawing this if it weren’t for the hospitalcore photos you’ve posted.

[shares-a-vest]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 30: Vampire

wc: 546 | Rated: T | cw: Bullying (Tommy chases after Eddie and taunts him), Mild descriptions of Blood & Injury, Hospital Setting

Tags: Alternate Meeting, Childhood Friendship, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, The Upside Down, Post Season 4 (Canon Divergence, Eddie Lives), Hawkins General Hospital

'Monsters Are Real'

Steve frowns and places his hands on his hips as he watches his best friend run around the playground. Tommy is pretending to be a vampire, hissing and spitting, shouting, "I 'vant to suck your blood," as he sticks his fingers near his mouth to look like he has fangs.

He said he had watched some old movie at his grandparents' house starring Dracula and boasted that his Pa promised that he'd have a cape ready and waiting for him the next time Tommy visited.

Tommy races towards Carol now, who is sitting with Heather Holloway and both the girls shriek. Their screams make Tommy cackle with laughter and he runs a loop around them before he turns his attention elsewhere.

This time, he heads towards a boy sitting at the far end of the playground by a tree.

It's the new boy at school, Steve realises. He remembers Carol telling him that the boy's name is Eddie and that he is in the grade above them. Carol said other things too, about Eddie's family. Steve doesn't know how she knows these things, or why she is mean about them either.

"Whatcha reading, Eddie the Freak!" Tommy says in sing-song and loudly hisses as he approaches.

Eddie startles, dropping his book and cowering, "What are you doing?"

Steve runs towards them, deciding this is not funny anymore.

"Leave him alone!" he calls after his best friend, who is now towering over Eddie and pretending to flap wings and a cape.

"S'not funny!" Eddie yells, his cheeks reddening with anger.

He looks up at Steve like he might join in. But Steve pushes Tommy away.

"Get lost, Tommy!" he says, "Go and kiss Carol, why don't you!"

Tommy pauses and pokes his tongue out before spitting out one final, "Freak!"

He runs back to the girls, flapping his invisible cape as he shouts out more silly Dracula nonsense.

"I'm sorry," Steve says, crouching down on his knees. He picks up the book Eddie dropped and hands it over, "Tommy is stupid."

"Sure is," Eddie sniffles, snatching the book back and holding it close to his chest, "I'm scared of monsters."

"Monsters aren't real," Steve says, patting Eddie on the shoulder.

But, as Steve sits by Eddie's bedside, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as monitors beep around him, he feels like he lied all those years ago.

Monsters are real, it turns out. They still have fangs and flapping wings. They hunt in the undead hours of an eternal night.

But they attack and maim in ways that are so much worse than any stupid version of Dracula Tommy H. might have ever encountered.

Steve reaches out a trembling hand and places it over Eddie's right, which is one of the only spots on him that doesn't have bloodied scrapes or bandages. Right now, even his brilliant smile is obscured by a sticky bandage that runs from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

He doesn't care if the nurses think he's a bother. As long as Eddie's uncle is okay with him being here, Steve will stay.

He needs to.

He promised Eddie he was safe. He told him that everything would be okay.

And he knows Eddie is scared of monsters.

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

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[grendel-menz]

A few pages from "The Anti-Parking lot Committee", a reflection on my hospitalization; it's coming out this Friday on gumroad. 

[sunsetcougar]

You wanna know what time it is? Biotech AU time! And we’ve finally gotten to the point in it where I get to start talking about one of my favorite bonds in this AU! The hurt is shifting a bit more towards hurt/comfort now.

While Lute is comatose Sera takes the role of her primary caretaker after being given a crash course in it, allowing the nurses to focus on the other exorcists. She spends most of her days in that hospital room, watching over Lute. She makes sure to keep her wings preened so there’s no risk of infection from damaged and dirty feathers (Lute already has enough infections to worry about), she makes sure everything stays clean, she dedicates herself to combing through the records to try and piece together Lute’s history, and often times Sera spends hours just talking to Lute. She tells her about what she’s working on, reads her books and poems, and hopes that Lute is getting some sort of comfort from not being alone.

Lute in many ways shows how badly Sera failed. An abducted sinner turned mad man’s puppet who has a soul so weak it’s at constant risk of fading if she loses her will to keep fighting. Sera is determined to try and heal even just a few of the wounds she caused. This is her fault, the least she can do is care for a single exorcist.

[kiwanopie]

small amnesia drabble ft osamu based on this 9yr old video that still makes me giggle. cw: little violence mention but that’s it.

The hell’s that beeping coming from…

There’s a noticeable restriction in his movement when he slowly begins to stir, lethargy sitting heavy on his limbs as his eyelids pull with visible tension.

Osamu immediately winces. “…Fuckin’ bright…”

Someone gasps at the foot of his bed.

It’s an effort to crane his neck and peek over the footing of his bed, more of an uncomfortable strain than the headache he should expect but what he finds there might just be worth it.

There’s… a cottony to the woman standing before his bed unreserved for anybody else in that typical stark hospital lighting. A fuzzy glow, unburdened by the mussed hairs that stick out of your done up hair or that blue tinge of worry that melts into relief the moment you realize he’s returning eye contact. There’s a few vending machine snacks in your hand that he watches you discard as you step closer to him, and he’s not too shy to blatantly ogle as you take a comfortable seat at his bedside.

That beeping’s gotten a little faster. “You’re up. How do you feel?”

“Dunno…” Though charmed would’a been his second answer.

“Dunno’ s a good answer.” You reply. “Better than what the other guy’s probably saying.”

“The other guy?” There’s not a lot he remembers aside the basic stuff, and you’re definitely not one of ‘em.

“The blow job that tried to hold up your shop last night. Came in swinging this big ass metal bat like you wouldn’t knock his lights out a moment later.” Your smile sparkles as you hum fondly. “Although he did knick you a few times before you could actually get at him.”

Which would explain the thick casting on his arm and the way your fingers softly graze the wrapped gauze on the side of his face. Which in turn makes him blush a little like an overgrown schoolboy.

Although the way your thumb starts to rub circles in his cheek has him breaking out in a sweat. “You saved a lot of people, ‘Samu, me including,” You coo. “But more than anything I’m just glad you’re okay.”

‘S-Samu…?

Your eyes quickly flicker to the quickening heart monitor.

Though when you glance down his face is neutral as ever. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just…” Osamu swallows. “Just havin’ a hard time connectin’ the dots.”

“Hm? Oh, has the anesthesia not worn off completely yet?”

“Don’t seem like it.”

You nod a little understandingly, straightening your back until you’re fastening your hand in his. “Hmm, that makes sense. I mean, I can’t imagine what they’re pumping you up with after a broken elbow and a few fractured knuckles. - For your sake, they don’t stop too soon,”

Osamu watches you pull his good arm into your lap and hold it there like it belongs to you, and he’s definitely not gonna tell you otherwise. “Although, the quicker we get home the better. At the very least, for some proper rest-“

“Home?”

You tilt your head a bit. “Yeah home? You know, our cozy little shoebox apartment? The one your brother’s definitely not raiding for snacks while you’re gone?”

“Wait, are - we’re…?”

“Baby?”

“Baby.” Ohhkay,” Osamu blows out a disbelieving breath. “Oh, wow. I’m definitely missin’ some important information.”

You furrow as he tilts his head to scan you over a little more. “I hope I’m not misreadin’ this. An’ I hope to god I’m not. - But are we…?”

“Do you not… remember me?”

“I’m pretty beat up about it too, angel.”

“Oh.” You glance at the I.V. still hooked in his wrist. “Yeeaah, that anesthesia has not worn off yet.”

“I’m not misreadin this, right?”

“No. No, you’re not, honey. You’re not.”

“Aye so,” He lifts himself more properly on the hospital bed. “What… the hell does a scrub like me gotta pull off to bag a dime like you, angel? Askin’ that honestly.”

And it looks like an effort not to full out laugh at the genuine confusion on his face. “Straight to the point, huh?”

“I mean, when a guy wakes up to a girlfriend like-“

“Wife.”

“Wi-“ The way he all but gasps to himself has you full out giggling before you can stop yourself. “Yer lyin! Ma wife?!”

The little (see: not little) rock you wave on your ring finger is enough to turn him all but blue, especially when you reach forward to gingerly unveil the matching wedding band hanging from a chain under his hospital gown. “Your wife, baby. Made me a Miya not even a year ago.”

Osamu quietly repeats the admission under his breath as he takes a moment to digest that.

And then he’s turning to you fast enough to break the sound barrier. “Can I kiss ya’?”

You chortle as you lean in, gentle mint pervading his nose. “You’ve been kissing me, baby.”

Osamu’s putty when your lips meet.

Yeah, there’s no way he didn’t die and go to heaven.

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[turtletaubwrites]

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist

This completed series means a lot to me, so I've made this masterlist to keep it all in one place, as well as to include asks from those who relate the story, and some resources for those who related to the reader's pain a little too much. I've also included a link to a post where I share my intentions with this story, as well as my feelings about how bad our bad doctor really is. THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Pairings: YANDERE!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Ao3 Link

Summary: You have struggled with mystery pains and injuries for most of your life, and had resigned yourself to suffer after every doctor told you there was nothing wrong. But when a world renowned doctor/pirate comes to town to offer aid in exchange for supplies, you decide to give hope one more chance. Maybe you'll finally find a doctor you can trust.

Author's Note: PLEASE heed the tags below, and do not read this fic if you aren't comfortable with these topics. Some of these medical issues may or may not have come from personal experience 🙃

*I am not a doctor, and this is not meant to be educational, or to contain any health advice. Please seek a health professional. Hopefully you'll have better luck than the reader 🙄

Thank you so much @anemptypuddingcup for this request. You helped me write one of my favorite stories 🙏🏼🖤

Part 1 ~ (2679) | Part 2 ~ (4447) | Part 3 ~ (3208) | Part 4 ~ (3451) | Part 5 ~ (2974) Part 6 ~ END ~ (4224) | Author's Notes About the Message & Law's True Nature

If you relate to the chronic pain symptoms and joint issues that the reader has, you might want to learn about hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and hypermobility spectrum disorders. Here's a couple links to get you started: The Ehlers-Danlos Society The Ehlers-Danlos Support UK hEDS Diagnostic Criteria *Once again, I am not a doctor. Please seek advice from a medical professional. I hope that you find one that supports and listens to you. You deserve to be treated with respect and compassion. I believe your pain. 🖤

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Dubious Consent, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Yandere, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Hypermobility, Medical Examination, Medical Trauma, Medical Conditions, Chronic Pain, Injury, Physical Disability, Physical Therapy, Doctor/Patient, Abuse of Authority, Kidnapping, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to be Added, (Reader is described as having hair "above her shoulders" that she can brush), Needles, Drugs, Arguing, Massage, Praise Kink, Pain, Dissociation, Humiliation, Gaslighting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, (Implied), Birth Control, Menstruation, Discussion of Pregnancy, Brief/Implied Discussion of Sterilization Surgery, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Hand & Finger Kink, Blood, Spit, Dacryphilia, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be Safe Out There), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Creampie, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Cunnilingus, Biting, Bruises, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

Asks from People Who Relate to the Story: | Ask 1 | Ask 2 | Ask 3 |

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DP Recollection #2: Vlad's Second Chance

Read page by page @dprecollection or continue below Major CW for Hospitals, illness, implied death, etc

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Me: nurse my iv tube hurts

Nurse: oh ok we're going to remove your iv

Me: :D YES!

Nurse: and put a new one in

Me: ARGH NO!!!