#ZIP Spine Procedure

[chicagoneuropain]

Shingles Pain: Causes, Symptoms, and Effective Relief Option

What Is Shingles?

Shingles, or Herpes Zoster, is more than just a skin rash—it's the reawakening of the chickenpox virus that has remained dormant in your body, sometimes for decades. For many people, Shingles is a short-lived and painful inconvenience. But for others, especially older adults or those with weakened immune systems, it becomes a long-term, physically and emotionally draining experience.

The pain isn’t just on the surface. It seeps deeper—into your nerves, into your routines, and sometimes into your sense of self, impacting focus and mental wellbeing. 

How Shingles Affects Your Nerves

The Shingles virus targets your nerves, which is why the pain often feels burning, electric, or  stabbing—sensations that don’t match the rash alone. It typically strikes one side of your body, wrapping around the torso, but it can also affect the face, eyes, or limbs.

As the virus travels along nerve pathways, it leaves behind inflammation and damage that your body can take weeks or even months to repair. For some, that nerve disruption doesn’t go away, leading to a lingering condition known as postherpetic neuralgia (PHN).

What Is Postherpetic Neuralgia?

Postherpetic neuralgia is nerve pain that persists long after the Shingles rash has healed. Think of it as your nerves stuck in an alarm state. Even the slightest touch from clothes or a breeze can cause intense discomfort.

If you feel like your pain is outlasting the Shingles episode, you’re right(it’s not imagined), PHN can alter sleep, mood, and memory and outlasts long term after Shingles rash completely healed. Many patients describe becoming more withdrawn, emotionally exhausted, or hyper-aware of every twinge. It’s not just the pain—it’s how unpredictable and demoralizing it can be.

Symptoms of Shingles-Related Nerve Pain

Burning or tingling pain in a localized area

Extreme sensitivity to touch or temperature

Shooting or stabbing pain without a clear cause

Itching, numbness, or a crawling sensation

Emotional distress—low mood, anxiety, irritability

This pain may begin days before the rash appears and often continues even after the visible symptoms fade. The impact on mental health is just as real. Chronic discomfort can cause people to lose confidence, become socially isolated, or even develop depressive thoughts about their bodies and sense of control.

Treatment Options for Shingles Nerve Pain

Managing Shingles nerve pain doesn't have to be overwhelming—or something you handle on your own. If the discomfort has lingered longer than expected, or if it’s affecting your quality of life in ways that are hard to explain, you're not alone. And the good news is, there are several proven treatment options that can help bring real relief.

Effective pain management isn’t one-size-fits-all. The right approach depends on your symptoms, how long they’ve been present, and how the pain is impacting your daily routine. Often, it’s about layering different strategies that work together to help you feel better, physically and emotionally.

Some of the commonly recommended options include:

Antiviral Medications – These are most effective when started early and can help reduce the duration and severity of the Shingles outbreak, potentially lowering the risk of lasting nerve pain.

Nerve Pain Medications – Medications like gabapentin or pregabalin are frequently used to calm irritated nerves and reduce abnormal pain signals without dulling your senses.

Topical Patches and Creams – These may seem simple, but they’re often helpful in reducing skin sensitivity and calming localized nerve irritation.

Nerve Blocks or Injections – When the pain is concentrated in one area, targeted injections can offer significant, localized relief by interrupting the pain signals at the source.

Counseling and Emotional Support – Chronic pain can affect more than just the body. Emotional wellness plays a key role in recovery, and having someone to talk to—or joining a support group—can help ease the mental burden of living with pain.

In cases where medications and creams aren’t providing enough relief, additional therapeutic options are considered under the guidance of your specialist:

TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation) – This non-invasive treatment uses gentle electrical impulses delivered through the skin to help reduce pain by interfering with the signals traveling along your nerves.

PENS (Percutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation) – A more targeted version of TENS, this treatment uses fine needles placed near nerve endings to deliver impulses and provide more focused relief.

Spinal Cord Stimulation – For individuals experiencing more persistent or widespread nerve pain, this method uses implanted electrodes near the spinal cord to help modulate pain signals. It’s typically considered when other treatments haven’t provided enough relief.

At Chicago Neuro Pain, our goal isn’t just to treat pain—it’s to support people through it, with compassion, clarity, and customized care. If you or a loved one is navigating the challenges of Shingles-related nerve pain, we’re here to talk through your options and create a plan that feels manageable, hopeful, and centered on your needs.

When to See a Shingles Pain Specialist

If you've been dealing with the aftereffects of Shingles and are unsure whether it’s time to seek more focused care, consider this: when pain becomes persistent or begins to interfere with everyday comfort, it’s worth speaking to someone who understands the complexities of nerve-related conditions.

As Chicago Institute for Neuropathic Pain, our focus is on helping you understand what’s happening beneath the surface and guiding you through options that go beyond standard pain relief from general medications—offering more targeted, effective pathways to recovery.

You don’t need to have all the answers before reaching out. You don’t need to wait for the pain to get worse. The first step is simply a conversation that prioritizes clarity, calm, and care from the beginning.

At Chicago Institute for Neuropathic Pain, it isn’t just about treating pain—it’s to support people through it, effectively manage it to the point of it not interfering with your activities, and having a complete relief. If you’re ready to explore your options, our team is here with insight, compassion, and a clear plan for Shingles nerve pain treatment that meets you where you are—without judgment, and without pressure.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Policy & Procedure | Part 3 | Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Reader | 1.7k words

You and Bucky attend the gala together, and tensions rise when you find somewhere quiet at the end of the night.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, drinking, implied power dynamic, little bit of bratting, oral (m recieving), implied sex.

This part forms part of my entry into @gremlin-girly 's 20-20-20 challenge with the dialogue prompt "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" And some Mutual Pining for my @avengers-assemble-bingo Bucky Birthday Bingo

Happy birthday Bucky!

Masterlist | Policy & Procedure Masterlist | <-Part 2 | Bucky Barnes

This was good. It was just work and he was ready and you had confirmed you were ready. And it was just work. Just the gala. Just getting his face in front of some cameras, shaking hands, maybe leaning into the hero bit for a while.

Just. Work.

Bucky straightened his tie again. Smoothed his hair back with one hand before taking a second in front of the mirror and pulling the usually haphazard strand forward and twirling it around his finger. He'd come to like the errant curl and he was sure he'd noticed you looking at it too, it felt more youthful and he was feeling too old this evening.

"You look good, Mr Barnes." You voice drifted through the room like the scent of flowers on the evening breeze.

He moved slightly, and you appeared in the mirror beside him, though much further back in the doorway of the bedroom. He'd booked a suite in the hotel.It was an extravagance, but he could afford it and he'd promised himself nice things this year.

You looked as beautiful as when you'd arrived half an hour earlier, hair and makeup already done, in what looked to be a sweatsuit. Bucky didn't know anything about women's fashion, even if Sam and Joaquin had helped him with his own wardrobe.

Now that you were changed, the pink zip up and the trainers gone. He could hardly catch his breath. You were taller than usual, your heels towering, with a swatch of black satin wrapped around you. He wasn't sure where each seam and transition began, it was as if you'd simply allowed the dress maker to dip you in midnight sky and, just as he would, it trailed behind you dutifully.

He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to take you, as much as he'd protested, he couldn't imagine anyone else beside him.

"And I look…" you prompted, a playful smile on your face as you gave a slow twirl. The dress was cut low at the back and Bucky's fingers itched to trace up your spine, over that little dip, he wanted to follow his fingers with his tongue and...

"Stunning, but you already knew that, didn't you?" He grinned back through the mirror, getting his thoughts under control. It felt safer this way, more distant. If he turned and took your hands in his, if he brought you closer and looked in to your eyes and told you you were the most incredible woman he'd ever met, then he might not leave the room. Or, worse, you would discover what a perverted, obsessed old man he was and never show up for work again.

And he would certainly not recover from that.

"Are you ready to go, Mr Barnes?" You moved your little clutch from one hand to the other and Bucky wondered if perhaps you were nervous too. Had you even been to an event like this before?

"Yes, let's go." Bucky held the door to the suite open for you and considered offering his arm, would that be too much?

He didn't get long to contemplate; you were quick on your heels, striding confidently down the corridor and calling the elevator, your dress moving in sinuous waves around you.

He took a deep breath.

When you'd first walked into his office he was sure he wouldn't surive the day, but he did. And he'd survive this too, or at least that's what he repeated to himself as he followed you into the elevator.

You felt so right next to him, touching his arm to draw his attention, laughing at his jokes, whispering in his ear when he forgot someone's name. You felt so right, when he placed his hand on your back while you walked up the stairs, handing you a glass of champagne, making sure you'd had enough of the ridiculous tiny canapes.

There was something so deliciously wrong about his feelings towards you that made them all the stronger, a secret desire that he'd indulged in only when he was completely alone in the pitch dark quiet of his home. You and your delicate hands, your soft voice, the way you made sir seem like the sweetest pet name. He wanted to stay like this forever.

He took every opportunity to glance in the mirrored surfaces that surrounded the bar area of the hotel, storing the image of you, hand on the crook of his elbow, as if you needed him for any kind of stability. If he won his seat, perhaps that really was something he could offer. He had an apartment here in DC, a pied a terre in New York he shared with Sam, a place in Louisiana he had been renovating for a while, his POW backpay had come through as well so there's was plenty for a house if that's what you wanted…his imagination ran wild.

As the night wore on and you started to tire, he drew you both away to the relative quiet of the lobby, indulging in another Old Fashioned while you slipped your shoes off where no one could see.

"Thanks for making me come tonight." He admitted, not daring to look at you.

"Hmm?" You rolled your head towards him, so close it would be nothing for him to lean in and brush his nose against yours. Your perfume was more intense tonight, darker, it was so tempting to let his lips fall on your pulse, to drink in your intoxicating presence.

"You heard me," he smiled, nudging your leg with his, "don't make me say it again."

"Just nice to know that, despite being a lowly assistant, I am still right sometimes, sir." You smiled indulgently, sleepily, and kept your face turned towards him.

"C'mon, I think we can dispense with the sirs now, can't we? Just call me Bucky like everyone else." Bucky let the ball of ice roll in his drink, watching the way the whisky lapped the edges of the crystal glass. "And you might be my assistant, but I'd never think you were lowly."

"I think," you let your hand move closer to his, little finger barely touching, "that I'm trying not to be too forward. But that you like it when I call you sir." You purred.

Bucky put his drink down, leaning his body towards you. "Sweetheart, you can be as forward as you want with me." He watched as you blinked slowly, how many drinks had you had? He couldn't get drunk, but what about you? "Especially if you call me, sir."

Your hand inched closer and he took it, curling his fingers over yours. Two, you'd had two drinks, champagne and that ridiculous fruit concoction that had made you laugh.

"Anything?" You breathed, that defiant pout he loved so much appearing, your chin set, when you moved he could smell your perfume, the cherry from your drink, and the unmistakable scent of your arousal. A gift and a curse from his enhanced senses, but he was sure you were feeling more than your professionalism would allow you to admit.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He closed the distance, painfully aware that being pictured kissing his assistant could be the death knell of his new career. But he couldn't care, didn't care, as his lips found yours in the briefest sweetest kiss he'd ever had.

"Mr Barnes," you whimpered, your free hand flying up to catch the fabric of his jacket, finding hard metal beneath, you moaned again and arched into him.

"Hmm, that works too," he agreed, pressing his lips to yours again.

You giggled, rubbing your nose against his and easing your lips away, "I knew you'd be into it." You bit your bottom lip, teasingly fluttering your eyelashes before kissing his cheek just below his ear, "is that what you like, sir? Getting off on me being your subordinate?"

Fuck, he might not be drunk but Bucky's head was spinning, suddenly everything felt very hot and things were moving very quickly. His trousers were far too tight for a start, and this was far too public a place for what he wanted to do.

He cupped your cheek and kissed you again.

"Let's go -"

You were in his room, your hands in his hair, your panties by the door, his hands on your hips, guiding you backwards to his bed.

Bucky's entire body felt like it was full of electric every touch sent sparks, lighting up his senses and making him want to kiss you harder, touch you more.

With a gasp you fell onto the mattress, bouncing once, before your face split into a wide, excited grin and you reached grabbing hands out to pull him closer by his belt loops.

With nimble fingers you made short work of his belt, leaving it hanging while you popped open the button and drew his zipper down. He could barely look at you, you were so wonderfully fucking sexy looking up at him like that, all wide eyes and short excited breaths.

He shoved his trousers down, freeing his cock with a wet slap as it bounced back against his shirt.

You moaned, actually moaned as you wrapped your fingers around his base and he fisted a hand in his hair just to stop himself from from grabbing yours.

"Fuck, Mr Barnes-" your voice was breathy and he allowed himself to take a mental picture of your wet lips and pink tongue, "is it okay if I suck your cock?"

He choked on a laugh, "you're asking me if it's okay?"

"Please?"

"I told you sweetheart, whatever you fucking want."

With a grin you let go of his cock, just to grab his hips while you wrapped your lips around the tip, bobbing your head and slowly inching your way down his shaft.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart, that's so good - shit -" his jaw ticked, trying to restrain himself from fucking your mouth like he wanted to.

You pulled back with a wet pop, grinning, and kitten licked his head, "stop fighting it, Mr Barnes, I know you like me, I know you like this-" you suckled on the head of his cock, nursing another fat bead of precum out, "stop fighting it."

Bucky cupped your cheek in his vibranium palm, his thumb nuding at your lips where they were stretched around him.

"You're being a brat," he growled, "stop teasing." He'd said it before he could help it, unsure of how you'd react to this labelling of your tentative back and forth.

You let his cock fall out of your mouth with an obscene pop, "why? When I know you enjoy it so much?"

You smirked, up in a flash and crawling up the bed. And god damn it, he thought slipping the buttons from his shirt, you were right.

-> Part 4

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

↳ notes: requested by anonymous. was going to be headcanons but ended up turning into a one shot. enjoy

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

masterlist | commisions | carrd

This really wasn't supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be a simple job. One of the easier ones you all had gotten hired to do all month. That's what Ray had said to you as you zipped up the front of your uniform in the firehouse, and you believed him.

A customer had called in last week, sounding out of breath as they complained of a room in their house that always felt cold when they walked into it. You could practically smell the incense through the phone, and your suspicions were confirmed when you later stepped into their house.

After Peter had sarcastically made sure it wasn't just a problem with their AC unit, Janine penciled them in for an inspection a few days later, and that was that. You and the rest of the Ghostbusters went to the nearby Chinese restaurant that night and forgot all about it.

Now, you were hiding behind an overturned table as an apparition whizzed over your heads, shrieking in a language none of you could decipher.

"I thought you said this was a class one spook!" You shouted at Egon as he fumbled with a trap nearby. He shot you an irritated look through the rims of his glasses, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do', before going back to tinkering with the trap in his hand.

"Someone's gotta get out there and distract it!" Peter yelled over the noise of plates being smashes. You winced, imagining that the client wouldn't be too happy to hear that their kitchen was ransacked during the procedure. If you could even call it a procedure.

"Ray! You're up!" Winston called from his place next to you, shoving his coworker out of the hiding spot just a little.

"No way! It was my turn last time!" Ray griped. As he said that, a stray fork flew by his head, nearly missing the side of his face as he yelped and ducked further under the tables cover.

"I'll do it." You volunteered whilst reaching for the proton pack at your back. You were sure that if you looked over at that moment, you'd see Ray sending you the most grateful look you'd ever seen.

The others waited for Egon to finish preparing the trap, Peter mostly yelling at him to hurry up, as you rose from your place on the tiled kitchen floor.

The ghost turned to look at you as you let out a wolf whistle. It's hair floated wildly around its head like a crown of thorns, and you heard one of the guys from behind you gulp with difficulty.

"Hey Casper!" You grinned with what you hoped was a considerable amount of bravado. "Why don't you don't you pick on someone your own size?"

You wouldn't remember falling onto your back after the ghost charged straight at you. Nor would you remember how it slimed down into a fine mist, slipping into your mouth with a hissing noise. Bruises covering your spine would leave the evidence of a fall later on, but that was the only sign that anything had happened.

The boys watched as your eyes rolled back to reveal a milky white gaze. Peter nearly dropped the nozzle to his proton pack as you began to levitate; your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. For a minute, it reminded him of when Gozer had possessed Dana. Although, you were his friend, not fiancé, and wearing a jumpsuit instead of a dress.

"Uh guys?"

"I'm seeing it, Winston." Ray replied without taking his eyes off of you. Wind began to pick up in the house, blowing his hair to the side as he watched you with wide eyes.

"Egon!" Peter yelled over the noise. "The trap??"

"Done!" He finally announced. "Someone hold them down!" The scientist shouted, forehead beaded with sweat as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up with shaking hands, nearly dropping the trap as he stepped around the table and towards you.

Ray and Winston both grabbed your arms and legs, pulling you down from your spot in the air with a considerable amount of force. Peter attempted to push you by your chest, but was headbutted by the ghost and sent flying backwards. You, or rather the ghost occupying you, made a sound between a cackle and a scream.

"I've never wanted to punch a ghost more than I do now." Peter groaned from the floor as he hauled himself back up. He'd have to get Dana to check him for a concussion later.

"I need a stream, Venkman!" Egon stepped away from the Muon trap as if it was a live bomb. "Ray, Winston, on our count let go of them and duck!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Winston said as he avoided yet another kick from your boot.

The sound of an engine powering up filled the room as Peter and Egon switched on their packs, directing the end of their nozzles at you. The two men glanced at each other nervously and Egon's foot hovered over the traps pedal anxiously. You just continued to flail.

"You sure this won't hurt them?!" Ray yelled. He brought his head back a significant amount as the ghost inside of you attempted to bite at him.

"No idea!" Egon fumbled. His glasses were nearly flying off of his face with the wind, but he pushed on. "Now, Peter!"

Ray and Winston made a dive for it as two multicolored streams encased you in a bright light. The spirit inside howled with discomfort, kicking its legs in an attempt to escape.

Without warning, Egon stepped on the trap, releasing a beam that shot into the air and struck the ceiling. He knew from experience that there would be a faint singe mark left on it later, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. The client would just have to deal with it.

Taking careful measure not to bump your body into any stray debris, they guided the spirit closer and closer to the trap until its form began to separate from yours. The horrible sucking noise it made nearly coerced Egon to drop his gun to cover his ears.

One moment, you were floating in the air, speaking tongues and way too close to a piece of dangerous machinery. The next, you were laying in a pile of broken china plates as your eyes rolled back into place.

"Hey. Hey, bud, come back to us." Peter said, slapping your cheek slightly to bring you back down to earth. He had been the first to drop to the ground next to you, lifting your head up to make sure nothing had scraped it in the fall.

Ray came next from his hiding spot behind a now splintered chair, then Winston's wide eyed form, and finally Egon holding a smoking trap.

"Vitals appear to be steady." Ray said. He pulled his fingers away from the spot on your neck he had been checking, looking at the rest of them. He sighed like a ten pound weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You worry too much Stanz." Peter said, jesting. But his usual playful tone was dampened, and he didn't look up until you groaned.

"Did anyone catch the number of that bus that ran me over?" You hissed, shielding your eyes from a nonexistent bright light.

Silence.

Winston broke out into laughter first, with the rest following suit. Egon smiled as Peter giggled, and Ray was practically rolling on the floor.

"Trauma response." Egon said between baritone chuckles, only able to get one word out at a time. "Surprised this is the first time we're having one."

"Do I even have to ask what happened?" You said while pushing yourself up on your forearms. Winston just shook his head at you, and slapped you on the back.

"We'll tell you back at the firehouse, kid." He said with a shake of his head. You frowned at the nickname, but eventually let a smile crack.

The five of you sat in each other presence for a little bit, letting the laughter die down as the mood came to a stop.

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

"—who wants to be the one that talks to the client?"

You were left sitting on the floor as they all scrambled to get out, surrounded by broken glass.

"Assholes."

[felixhospital0]

Find the Best Orthopedic Hospital in Greater Noida for your Better Joint health

Ever had a knee twinge that stops you mid stride or a shoulder ache that makes lifting groceries a chore? In Greater Noida, where life moves fast—rushing to offices, chasing kids or hitting the local gym—joint and bone issues can really throw you off. About 1 in 5 folks here deals with some kind of orthopedic problem, from arthritis to sports sprains.

Finding a top notch orthopedics hospital can feel like a lifeline, whether you need a quick fix for a fracture or a full-on hip replacement. Greater Noida’s got a thriving healthcare scene, with hospitals that blend high-tech treatments and caring staff. So, what makes the best orthopedics hospital stand out in this bustling city? Let’s dig into what you should look for to get back to living pain-free.

Struggling with joint pain or a lingering sports injury? Book a consultation with an orthopedic expert in Greater Noida.

Why Orthopedic Care Hits Home?

Living in Greater Noida, you’re probably no stranger to long hours at a desk, weekend badminton games, or the occasional traffic-jam slump. All that takes a toll on your body—knees, back, you name it. With 30% of people over 40 battling joint pain and a growing number of young adults nursing sports injuries, orthopedic issues are a big deal. A great hospital doesn’t just patch you up; it helps you walk, work, and play again. Here’s why orthopedic care matters:

Covers All Ages: From kids with broken arms to grandparents needing knee surgeries, 80% of cases span every life stage.

Stops Problems Early: Catching things like osteoporosis, which hits 20% of women over 50, prevents bigger issues down the road.

Keeps You Moving: Untreated injuries turn chronic for 15% of folks, making daily tasks a struggle.

Supports Active Lives: With 10% of younger residents facing sports injuries, expert care gets you back to the field or gym.

The right hospital feels like a partner, helping you tackle pain and stay active in Greater Noida’s lively rhythm.

What Makes a Hospital the Best?

When your back’s screaming or your wrist won’t bend, you want a hospital you can trust, not just the closest one. The best orthopedics hospitals in Greater Noida shine because they’ve got the whole package—great doctors, cool tech, and a vibe that puts you at ease. Here’s what sets them apart:

Top-Notch Doctors: Experienced orthopedic surgeons, often with a decade or more under their belts, nail 90% of tricky cases, from fractures to spine fixes.

Fancy Tools: Think robotic surgery or 3D imaging, used in 20% of procedures, for pinpoint accuracy and quicker healing.

Gentler Surgeries: Minimally invasive options like arthroscopy, picked by 70% of patients, mean smaller cuts and less downtime.

Rehab That Rocks: On-site physiotherapy, a must for 85% of surgical folks, helps you rebuild strength fast.

Team Effort: Doctors, radiologists, and nutritionists work together, boosting recovery for 60% of patients.

It’s not just about fixing bones—it’s about getting you back to your life with care that feels personal.

Greater Noida’s Healthcare Glow

Greater Noida isn’t just about shiny malls and wide roads—it’s a healthcare hub that’s hard to beat. Close to Delhi and with metro lines zipping through, it’s home to hospitals that draw patients from all over, treating 100,000+ people a year. Whether you’re in Gamma I or Delta II, you’re never far from world-class care. What makes Greater Noida special for orthopedics?

Easy to Reach: Most hospitals are a 10–15 minute drive from places like Sector Chi or Pari Chowk, convenient for 80% of locals.

Wallet-Friendly: A knee replacement runs ₹1.5–₹3 lakh, about 20% cheaper than bigger cities, and insurance covers half for many.

High-Tech Hubs: Dedicated orthopedic units with super-clean operating rooms, used in 30% of surgeries, keep infections low.

Sports Savvy: With young folks loving cricket or running, 15% of treatments focus on ligament tears, using slick arthroscopy tech.

Flexible Options: Virtual consults or home rehab, chosen by 40% of patients, fit right into your busy day.

Greater Noida’s mix of quality and convenience makes it a sweet spot for orthopedic care.

Treatments You’ll Find

The best hospitals in Greater Noida have you covered, whether it’s a minor tweak or a major surgery. They handle everything with expertise, so you’re in good hands. Common treatments include:

Joint Replacements: Knees, hips, or shoulders, needed by 25% of folks over 60, get replaced with minimally invasive methods, boasting 90% success.

Arthroscopy: Tiny cameras fix knees or shoulders for 20% of athletes, with recovery in just 1–2 weeks.

Spine Fixes: Slipped discs or curved spines, bugging 10% of adults, get endoscopic relief with 80% less pain.

Fracture Care: Broken bones, common in 15% of accidents, heal with pins or plates, getting you moving in weeks.

Non-Surgery Paths: Braces, injections, or physio, used by 30% in early stages, ease pain without going under the knife.

Add in high-tech scans like MRI or digital X-rays, and you’re getting care that’s spot-on for your needs.

Looking for advanced orthopedic care without leaving town? Explore top-rated hospitals in Greater Noida and get personalized treatment.

Conclusion

Whether it’s a sore knee, a busted ankle, or a joint that needs a new lease on life, the best orthopedics hospital in Greater Noida can help you shine again. With expert surgeons, high-tech treatments, and physio that gets results, these hospitals are here to lift you up. Greater Noida’s easy access and affordable care make it the place to heal, whether you’re a student or a grandparent. Don’t let pain steal your spark—reach out to an orthopedic specialist, book a consult, and find a hospital that feels like a fit. Your next step toward moving freely, laughing loudly, and living fully starts right here in Greater Noida.

FAQs

How do I know if my joint pain needs orthopedic attention or just rest?

 If your pain persists beyond a week, worsens with activity, causes swelling or stiffness, or limits daily movement, it’s time to consult an orthopedic specialist.

Are orthopedic hospitals in Greater Noida equipped for minimally invasive surgeries like arthroscopy?

 Yes, many top hospitals offer arthroscopy and other minimally invasive options using advanced technology, helping you recover faster with minimal scarring.

Can I get physiotherapy support at home after orthopedic surgery in Greater Noida?

 Absolutely. Many hospitals provide home physiotherapy plans tailored to your recovery goals, especially helpful for post-surgery rehab or elderly care.

What orthopedic conditions are most common among working professionals in Greater Noida?

 Sedentary lifestyles and long hours lead to issues like lower back pain, frozen shoulder, and early-onset arthritis, which are commonly treated at local orthopedic centers.

Is it possible to get a second opinion from a specialist online before visiting a hospital?

 Yes, several orthopedic hospitals in Greater Noida offer virtual consultations, allowing you to discuss MRI/X-ray results or treatment options from home.

How do hospitals ensure safety during orthopedic surgeries like joint replacements?

 Reputed hospitals follow strict infection control protocols, use modular OTs with HEPA filters, and perform surgeries with real-time imaging for precision.

What post-surgery recovery services do Greater Noida hospitals provide apart from physiotherapy?

 Many offer holistic rehab plans including pain management, diet counseling, mobility aids, and psychological support to ensure a smooth and complete recovery.

[whimsywhomp]

Daycare Attendants Need Training Too

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Mini Chapter - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 -  Chapter 6 -  Chapter 7 -  Chapter 8  - Chapter 9

Oh boy, here we go! I hope y'all are ready for these next 2 chapters! If you thought earlier was sad, this is just plain cruel.

And thank you so much to everyone who’s been reading and liking!! Your support means the world to me!

Here’s the AO3 link if you’d rather read it there!

Relief poured through Sun when he powered on and was able to move around mostly pain free. What sent jolts up his nerves was the random twitch of a finger or bending in just the wrong way. He hoped that would go away eventually.

He couldn’t help the dread that flooded him when he was messaged to come down again. It didn't matter what they were working on, Sun was sure that he would do it wrong no matter how hard he tried. Still, he approached Mrs. Beverly with his usual skip and smile.

“Hello Mrs. Beverly! What are we doing today?” he asked cheerily. Once he discovered he could do handstands again, the cheer became quite real as he cartwheeled around the Behavior Technicians. There were no rules about doing that!

“Hello Sun,” she said, following his movements with calculating eyes. “I see you’re feeling much better today.”

Sun stopped in front of her, stretching tall and spinning his sun rays, “Oh yes! I’m dancing and prancing near top capacity!” He froze for a moment as he stretched too high and a slight zip of pain went down his spine. Carefully he eased back down and lacing his fingers together, waiting for what Mrs. Beverly would say.

“Today you’ll be going over something that isn’t a rule you’ve been programmed with. We’ve discussed your reaction to shifting to Moon on the first day.” Sun began tapping his fingers together nervously, not liking where this was going at all. “You didn’t seem very comfortable with the switch and it’s raised some questions about whether or not you’ll conduct the transition in a way that may frighten the children.”

Horrified at the thought, Sun took a step back, hands flying up to his mouth, “What - What do you mean, Mrs. Beverly? I’d never try to frighten a child! No, never!”

“If you were to fight for control when it was Moon’s turn to come out, then that would be fighting your programming and such an event has proven to produce a less than satisfactory reaction among children.” She stared up at him and though Sun was taller than her, he felt very small, “Remember what I said the first day. You cannot help making mistakes, so we shall do our very best to make sure you fully understand correct procedures and etiquette. This will be your instinct.”

“But I wouldn’t fight for control!” Sun tried to insist. He didn’t want to train over something like this! He would happily give control to Moon right now at this very moment! He bounced anxiously, “Me and Moon-y have our jobs in the daycare! I wouldn’t get in the way of taking care of the children!”

“I know you’d like to think that,” she said, looking up at him almost sympathetically, as though Sun were a stupid child himself, “but with an AI as advanced as yours, this ideal could be easily swayed if you were to feel jealous of Moon’s position. It’s best to make sure you have more incentive to follow your programming.”

Sun wanted to argue further that he’d never do such a thing. He understood plenty about what Mrs. Beverly would do if he broke protocol, but he had a feeling pushing the subject wouldn’t end well for him. So, he swallowed down his protests and tried to think about how good things would be once he’d finished his training. Yes! He needed to stay focused on how he’d be able to play and run and color with the children once this was done.

“If it makes you feel better,” she said suddenly, “it is a good sign that you want to follow your programming.”

That was as close to praise as Sun had gotten so far. His hands flew to his cheeks and if he’d been able to, he’d have blushed. Maybe Mrs. Beverly’s training for today wouldn’t be so bad if she was willing to say something positive!

Everyone turned to look at the daycare door as it suddenly opened and in came a man who Sun scanned and recognized as having been there his first day awake.

“Mr. Hill, glad you could finally join us,” Mrs. Beverly called, clearly annoyed at the man’s tardiness.

“Sorry about that ma’am. Some light bulbs went out on the main stage so I offered to fix them real quick,” he chuckled awkwardly.

His first day had been so overwhelming, Sun hadn’t given much thought to Mr. Hill. Now though, seeing someone who wasn’t a member of the Behavioral Technicians made the man the most interesting thing in Sun’s world. Before he could even think about it, Sun was zipping over to Mr. Hill and greeting him, “Hi there! I remember you! We didn’t get a chance to talk, but my name’s Sun! I’m the Daycare Attendant!”

“Heh, yeah I remember. You were a lively thing then. Glad to see that’s still true.” Mr. Hill stared at Sun for a moment before he jumped suddenly, gently smacking his forehead. Sun jerked back at the movement, but didn’t retreat much farther. “My name’s Carl Hill, but you can just call me Carl,” he said, holding out his hand to Sun.

Sun stared at it in confusion for a moment before realizing Carl wanted to shake his hand. Brightening, Sun gently took hold of it and gave it a little shake, thankful that Carl didn’t squeeze his hand too hard. “Hello Carl! What brings you here! Are we going to play?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m just here in case you need any repairs. Fresh animatronics need to be monitored carefully for any loose joints. You seem to be doing alright though.” Carl chuckled, “Hey, maybe you don’t even need me here.”

“NO!” Sun screeched suddenly, making everyone in the room jump at the sound, even Sun himself. “I - I mean, no don’t go! Please stay!” He tried not to sound desperate as he clutched his hands together tight enough to make a couple sparks of pain flair. “It’ll be much more fun if you stay! We’ll-”

“Sun! Get back over here,” Mrs. Beverly called sternly, making Sun flinch.

Not daring to test her patience, Sun gave Carl a final look before bounding away back to Mrs. Beverly’s side.

“We’re already behind, so let’s get started right away,” she snapped. “Sun, stand here.” She pointed at an X on the floor Sun hadn’t noticed earlier.

“Alrighty!”

The 3 technicians behind Mrs. Beverly pulled out tablets instead of clipboards, with special pens poised over them.

“Today, we will drill into you the importance of staying in the light. You are not made for the dark and it is not your purpose to be in control during it. Notice the X’s scattered around the floor. Memorize them as best you can.” She turned away from him, leaving Sun confused but doing as she said. “Mr. Hill, please come deactivate Sun’s light sensor.”

“Of course,” Carl affirmed, grabbing the screwdriver from his toolbelt. “Can you kneel down for me?”

“Sure!” Sun exclaimed, trying to hide his growing anxiety. Why disable his light sensor if they didn’t want Moon to take over? He tried not to think about it as he sat on his knees. He could feel Carl unscrew one of the panel’s on the back of his head. There was a small click as he flipped a switch. Sun didn’t feel any different, but he assumed that was all Carl would do as the man screwed the panel back on and stepped away.

“Now, Sun, stay in the light. If you loiter in the dark for too long, you will be punished. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Sun said with a salute to her. Stay in the light? But the daycare lights were so bright there were hardly any shadows.

As she turned away to say something to Carl, Sun suddenly realized the reasoning for the placement of the X’s as he looked up to the ceiling. Each X was directly under one of the overhead lights. Dread hit him like a tidal wave as he began to put together what Mrs. Beverly wanted him to do.

And then everything went dark.

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Spirit Pt. 1 An Introduction of Sorts

This is some backstory for a Katsuki Bakugo x reader I’m cooking up! 

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4K

Almost a year ago now, you graciously accepted the offer to participate in the UA High school foreign exchange program. Coming from the states, you were aware that there would be a bit of a culture shock. Your grandparents on your mom's side left for America about 20 years ago, and your parents met in a high school in California. The rest is history.

Around the age of 10, you began to hear voices and see figures along the streets. They took a wispy form, and you decided to ignore them... until your grandfather passed away.

~~~ One morning, as the sun was peaking through the blinds in your room, you heard the crinkling of a newspaper and could smell the sweet fragrance of coffee.  Alarmed, you sat up, to find your desk chair pulled out, and your grandfather, plain as day, reading his morning paper.

"Grandpa?"

He jumped, his figure almost translucent. The scent of coffee faded for a second

"Hi kiddo."

"What are you doing here? I thought you were-"

"Thought I was dead? I am, I just needed to explain a few things about your quirk."

"My what? So are you a ghost? I don't understand."

"You have a special power, just like me. It skips generations, but I could tell."

"How could you-"

"You don't think I didn't see you walk around the souls in the middle of the super market? Or the way you would cower at night, seeing the various faces of the demons doomed to walk the mortal plane looking for souls to steal?"

"Okay but wha-"

"I need you to listen very carefully. There's a school I attended. I need you to go to Japan. UA High school. There are a few exams you will have to take, but I want you to try it out for a semester and see how it goes. You'll make friends, there will be trials, tribulations. I need you to carry on our legacy. Don't ignore the spirits, they are well aware of you and me. They will work with you, as well as the demons. You just need to work to gain their trust, do a few favors here and there. I believe in you, and there's nothing you can't do--"

With the last of his words ringing in your ears, he faded into thin air. The smell of coffee dissipated, and the newspaper was nowhere to be found.

~~~

Now, I'm sixteen. I would be going into my Junior year of high school here, but I've packed my bags, said some bittersweet goodbyes to my friends, and made my way to the airport. My mother rushes me to the terminal, even though we are over an hour early.

"You know the right way to introduce yourself, right?"

"Yes, mom."

"Okay, your father and I love you very much."

"Thanks for teaching me everything I needed to know."

"Good afternoon. Would all passengers travelling to Musutafu on flight FR3421 please have your boarding passes and passports ready for boarding. Flight FR3421 now boarding at gate 21."

"You're welcome. Now remember. One phone call every night."

"I promise. I love you too y'know?"

With that, you boarded the plane. A chill ran up your spine as you sat down in your seat and you tried not to think much of it as the voice of the flight attendant ran everyone through the safety procedures.

~~~

Once up to a cruising altitude, you unfasten your seatbelt, the click of the buckle ringing softly in your ears. You make your way to the restroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. The room smells like a forest full of pine trees.

"Do you mind?"

You see a spirit zipping up his pants.

"Uh- sorry mister I-"

"Wait you can hear me?" He reaches out to grab your arm but you move away.

"Yeah, I can hear you but why-"

"I was just going back home. I came here to visit an old friend from the academy. He... he had the same quirk as you!"

"What was his name?"

"We just called him Soul."

"That was my grandfather. He passed away several years ago though..." You cast your eyes downward, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You haven't seen him since that incident in your bedroom.

"Hey, cheer up kid! I saw him, and he told me about you, about how well you're doing. He's watching you from the shadows. Just like him to be mysterious and not come forward himself."

The tears cleared from your eyes as you made the connection, "Wait... you went to UA? What was your quirk?"

"It's better for me to show you." He holds a hand out toward the sink, and a few droplets start to flow, followed by a light stream. He points a finger and draws a small molecule of water from the stream, whirling it around in the air.

"You can manipulate water, even as a spirit? That's... so cool!"

He washes his hands in the sink, then turns to you. "I can tell you more stories later. Just call out my name, and I'll come find you."

As he begins to fade, you call out, "What's your name, sir?"

"Kiso."

~~~

As the wheels hit the runway, you jolt awake. You rub your neck, urging the pain to leave you alone. Once the plane comes to a stop, you wait patiently for the other passengers to leave, then stand up, a new pain appearing in the creases behind your knees. You disembark, quietly going down the tunnel, and setting foot into Japan for the first time.

You look around. The airport is smaller than the one in California, and nearly empty. You check your phone and notice the time has changed. It's one in the morning. You move off to the side and text your mom that you have made it safely and that she doesn't have to worry.

Dark spirits are roaming up and down the corridor as you make your way to the baggage carousel. They eye you up and down, and you do your best to avoid the uneasy feeling as you walk right through one, hoping that was enough for them to ignore you.

The figure follows you all the way there, stopping short of a man in all black with a white scarf draped around his neck. You think nothing of him until you notice your bright pink suitcase in his hand.

"Y/N?"

You nod your head.

"Let's get going."

There's a car parked right outside of the exit, with a man that appears to be a mouse driving.

You hope you don't have to get into that car as the man begins to make his way around the vehicle, and that hope is crushed to nothing as the trunk is popped and your suitcase is inserted safely inside.

"You gonna get in?"

You realize that you had stopped walking and quickly pick up your pace towards the car. You sit down in the backseat as the dark spirit transmits its body into the seat next to yours.

"Welcome to Japan Y/N. I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A."

He can talk? You try your best to keep your eyes in their sockets as you mutter a thank you, the sleepiness from the flight still lingering.

"I'm Aizawa, and I'll be your teacher in class 1-A. Unfortunately, you will have a room to yourself at the school, but I'm sure any of the girls would be happy to help you out with homework and other things if you need it."

"Thank you," the dark figure was slowly scooting closer to you, reaching out it's hand until it was almost touching.

"STOP!" You hear tires screech as you yell.

"What's the issue?" Nezu turns around to look at you.

"Just a scummy demon trying to mess with me. I-I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize Y/N. We're here to help." Aizawa looks you in the eyes, his voice gravelly as if he hasn't slept in days. His eye bags confirm this theory.

You smile softly as the car rolls forward again. Your phone goes off with a text from your mom reminding you to brush your teeth twice a day and to wash your laundry and separate your whites from your colors.

Soon after, you arrive at the school, and Aizawa hands you a set of keys. You quietly make your way to your room, the spirit lingering outside of the dorms.

Unpacking goes smoothly, and as you begin to hang your shirts, you recognize uniforms in your closet that match your size. You take one look out the window after you turn your lights off and see two glowing red eyes staring back at you.

[dead-fandom-imagines]

Unchain My Heart | Chapter 1

I was originally going to post this on Wednesday, but then I was like, what the hell. Here you go my guys.

TITLE: Unchain My Heart

CHAPTER: Chapter I

PAIRING: Dr. Greg House x OC Female

WORD COUNT: 3,196

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ll try to post a new chapter every week, and I want to try and hit over 2,600 words each chapter too. I hope you guys enjoy this one!

THE WALLS SEEMED TO BE CAVING IN, not because Kylan Taylor was nervous on her first day on the job, no, it was all the people that seemed to be alive that made her nerves twitch and spasm. Working for five years alone in a basement does something to a person's psyche, and even more so when the people you're constantly surrounded by have been dead for more than a few days. As in, they twitched, gassed, and sometimes even breathed, but most of them had either their brain bashed in, or worse, no head at all, to comment on how her hair was always pulled with a broken pen, how her makeup became horribly smudged after working thirty hours straight, how sometimes she smelt like a mix of formaldehyde, Chinese food and other people's BO after long nights. Now she had to interact with people. Gross, disgusting, breathing human beings.

"It won't be that bad," Dr. James Wilson reassured her, handing Kylan a manila folder of paperwork she had yet to fill out. About three inches thick of stapled books and contracts she'd barely graze through, and she stuck it right underneath her arm with the other packs of paper and a mass amount of protocol packets she's received since she entered the doors that morning. The hospital must have chopped down a new tree just for her paperwork alone, how many forests rested on her new desk?

"Won't be that bad," Kylan scoffed, rolling her eyes, "didn't you say that about medical school before I applied?"

James pressed one of the elevator buttons, downwards to Kylan's new and improved basement, and chuckled to himself. It was hard not to. She seemed to still be pissed about not getting the full hardened truth of how awful and tedious medical school really was, instead, James had dazzled his story with a flat-out hopeful lie while she still attended Columbia University without him.  Kylan had such childish eyes back then. Like honey drizzled in coffee.

"If I remember correctly, I said it was like normal classes." And a smile spread on his pretty-boy features, diverting his attention from Kylan enough to make his point, "what I didn't tell you was the classes were all set on fire and you had only oil to put them out."

The elevator doors opened briefly and fast enough before Kylan could stab in another remark about her undergrad years. A few nurses dressed in colorful scrubs stepped out, and James and Kylan stepped in to replace them just as quickly.

"Any reason why the hospital is so busy?" She asked, pressing the button to the last level. Her curiosity seemed to be getting the better of her. She usually wouldn't have pried, but with James, she allowed it to slide. "Any epidemics I should be worried about?"

"It's always like this."

"Always?"

A shiver ran down her spine. Hospitals were never her favorite, in fact, she resented them with every fiber in her being. Everything about modern medicine caused her skin to crawl in a million different ways, the smells, the touch, the needles. She could sew up a body, chop it up, pull out their organs no problem, but it usually took three weeks of procrastination and a few sedatives just to get through a simple flu shot.

Watching a thirty-seven-year-old woman sniffling with her lips quivering, wet eyes and swollen cheeks just over a simple flu shot were deemed as downright embarrassing in her eyes, even more so if it was her young coworkers doing the job.

Kylan took a deep sigh as the elevator dinged at their arrival. Most of the hospitals Kylan had visited usually had empty basements, this one was no different. The lights were the usual bright LSD types, overhanging cement walls, cold air and an aura that reeked of old death. The morgue hadn't smelt of new corpses just yet, but it soon would be. Most nurses and doctors wouldn't dare come down to investigate the spooky sounds emitting from down below past the morgue.

Which was excellent. Kylan liked to blast Britney Spears in her headphones as she worked. There didn't need to be wondering eyes investigating the autopsies. What thoughts would come in your mind if you saw a middle-aged woman singing along to Toxic while messing with a bone saw in someone's torso? She'd probably receive a lengthy letter on proper procedures again if a staff member showed up in the midst of her examination, and they'd most likely repeat the sentence of "do not have a smile on your face as you chop someone's brother in half."

She claimed she never had a smile, the victim's unsuspecting family said otherwise.

When they exited the elevator, it didn't take long for James to pop out another question, "How do you like being the state medical examiner? This time by yourself right?"

Kylan kept a grin from forming on her face. Ah yes. Dr. Kylan Taylor, chief state medical examiner, board-certified and voted to be Mercer County's one and only top forensic pathologist who specializes in the strange and unusual. Dream come true that's for sure. After her long residency and following the now-retired Dr. Shoo, she was finally ready to take her first steps alone, and her heart was pumping just thinking about it.

"Yep," she said, now a white smile glowing in the otherwise dark hallways. "I always liked to cut open bodies, working through the hospital also prevents me from having to go to the crime scenes myself now. Those interns who call themselves "death investigators" really help me out." She giggled a little, "now they'll just drop off the bodies and photos for me. Less bloody in the long run." James stifled a laugh. There was a reason why he picked to help the living. Bloody crime scenes were not something he'd be able to get past, Kylan however, didn't even seem fazed.

Kylan Taylor was a five-foot-two woman with dark auburn hair, chartreuse eyes, and exceptional beauty. Everything about her radiated, from her perfect smile, the way her messy waves framed her face, her stance, her voice hidden with a slight Spanish accent. Where someone like her got the love for the dead remained a mystery even to good, long-time friend Wilson.

"So have you starred in any other pornos since you left college?" She asked out of the blue, with a hardy laugh bellowing from the pits of her stomach. "Because I'm sure some of the nurses would like to know the gentleman Dr. Wilson is not as gentlemanly as they first predicted."

Wilson stopped dead in his tracks, and Kylan had no choice but to stop and wait for him, even though her laughter was echoing the quiet hallways, James was one step away from having an aneurysm. He seemed to be both embarrassed and angry, and on the brink of hyperventilating just by thinking about it.

Everyone had mistakes in college, Wilson just happened to have been a part of a future porno.

"You are not to tell anyone about that." he cautioned, causing Kylan to laugh even harder.

"So uptight."

"I'm warning you, I have people upstairs that will use that to their advantage, and I don't need them knowing."

Kylan's eyebrow cocked, "I thought you said everyone here was your friend?"

"They are." And with her now silent, he seemed to be on the verge of either breaking out more information or keeping it to himself. But the way she stood, her eyes squinting, her arms crossed over her chest and waiting, he had no choice. He had to explain now, or she'd find some unorthodox way of getting the information herself. Sounded awfully familiar. "Okay, some of them may not be my best friends, but there are some that like to make my life miserable."

"Miserable how?"

Wilson's beeper blew off before he said anything, and for a moment he seemed hesitant to even take it seriously.

"Listen, I have to go back upstairs, think you can settle in yourself for a minute?" He asked, "this shouldn't be very long."

"Of course."

He gestured down the hall, pointing to one of the wooden doors on the left, "go through there. Your office is right next to the main morgue, so you shouldn't have too many difficulties finding it. If you need any help you can come back upstairs and ask for me or Cuddy."

She nodded, and Wilson zipped back down the hallways and back to the elevator. For a second, she didn't move. The hospital basement was too quiet now, and the taps of her heels echoed in a way she did not like. There were chairs sitting outside doorways, for reasons unknown, and the light down the hall seemed to be flickering.

Kylan liked dead bodies, but she didn't like the idea of working in a hospital that may or may not be haunted. If she heard something move or a weird voice echoing in the night, she was going to quit. Right then and there, no questions asked. Didn't matter if they were willing to pay a few million dollars for her to stay, being haunted was not worth it.

But luckily she hadn't heard anything yet, so Kylan graciously took the time to skedaddle her way into the room.

Just as Wilson had said, her new office was hidden in the back. Warm air hit her face momentarily, and the smell of something sweet caused her to sneeze as she took a glance around. It seemed the Hospital Interior Designer didn't leave even her new office out of the budget.

Mahogany bookshelves with vases and sculptures hiding in its walls, a set of encyclopedias Kylan would never read, a desk with a high-tech computer system and neatly organized file holders, small lockers, a pretty little lamp, and just as she predicted, enough paper to fill a large forest. She couldn't believe she was right, and she smiled to herself as she slowly walked to her new desk. Glass top. Perfect.

Kylan placed the files Wilson had given her on the corner and set her purse at the side of the table leg, biting her lip with a smile. She had a new coat rack where she could hang her scarves and coats in the winter, and a hook for her lab coats when she had the time to bring them in from her old space. She'd need to get the rest of her medical supplies from her house too, and she'd be all settled in, as she had always been wanting.

It was better than her old office at the county police station that was for sure She had a desk there, and shelves just like the ones presented to her now, but much smaller, and basically the room itself was about the size of a coat closet. It would get too hot in the summers, too cold in the winter, it felt like a meat locker half the time and she had to wear some sort of winter coat and finger less gloves just to do paperwork without shivering.

This was a much better improvement.

Before Kylan could even start going through the paperwork, a strange noise in the back caused her skin to crawl with goosebumps. For a moment she had figured it to be the strong winds she had experienced in the parking lot, but another shuffling caused her logical thoughts to scurry away just as quick. Her office had giant windows showcasing the first part of the morgue, but from what she could tell no lights were on, and there was definitely no one coming from the hall. She would have heard the footsteps on the concrete floors or even the ding of the elevator. This was much different, and it caused her spine to shiver.

Kylan hesitated on going anywhere near the windows. Wilson would have mentioned something about animals sneaking in, right? Or even mention if anyone else would be wondering the morgue, cleaners, nurses, someone. But she doubted someone would even go into the main laboratory, and doing so in the dark was downright stupid. There were thousands of dollars of sharp knives, saws, needles and equipment that no ordinary person could just get their hands on, and one wrong move those things would cause some serious damage. She kept her eyes locked at the windows, waiting for something to emerge. But nothing came out it, and another loud bang caused her skin to jump right off her bones.

Against her better judgment, Kylan slowly walked forward. Waiting for a dead person to smack against the window, bloody and oozing like those horror movies her brother loved so much. But even in her wildest imagination, she had doubted something like that would ever happen, so she kept close to the wall trying to find the damn light switch to the morgue. Maybe if it was a raccoon or a rat, the light would scare them off. Give her enough time to warn staff on an infestation of rodents and they could come and clean it quick. God, even the thought of having a few rats where dead bodies would be sitting caused her stomach to churn.

Kylan fiddled with the light switch until a flood of artificial flood lamps lit the room. It seemed the first part of the morgue was clean, untouched, the tools hanging off nails and boards, steel glimmering in the light. Sinks seemed to be unused, aprons and refrigerators sat in corners, and a scale polished and ready for use on the main table. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but this was only the first part. The secondary part of the morgue was something she wasn't ready for. The place where they shoved the bodies in those metal crates screwed on the wall, where tags hung from people's blue toes and made gross noises as gas began to be let out of their orifices. But Wilson would have mentioned bodies already dressed down on the slabs. The place was brand new, cleaned just for Kylan. There was no way there were already bodies taking up space on the cold tables.

Another shuffle caused her to nerves to spike, and again, she almost wanted to follow her better instincts and run back upstairs where someone could investigate for her. Hell, as much as she knew Wilson hated ghosts and anything spooky, she would feel better if he was standing behind her in case something bad happened. What would happen if a crazed raccoon bit her on the arm? Or worse, a crazy patient who escaped from the psych ward. All those tools were nice weapons if they needed to be, and Kylan certainly didn't like the idea of someone wielding them against her.

Kylan carefully pitter-pattered to the next light switch, hoping to whoever controlled the heavens to just be a few dead bodies rotting in the cold. Her fingers slid against the chilly tile, and her fingers slid against the plastic switch, she flipped it on.

Nothing.

Not a god damn thing.

She let out a deep breath Kylan wasn't aware she had been holding. Her chest hurt now. Like her heart had just pumped enough blood and adrenaline to run a ten mile marathon. Twice. She laughed at herself on how ridiculous she had been acting. She could only imagine how Wilson would look when she'd tell him the thoughts she had over some old piping or some bullshit like that. Just as she flicked the light back off, she turned, and collided with a mass of fabric.

"Jesus Christ!" She yelled, slamming into the man who scared the crap out of her.

His aftershave permeated her nose for a second, like spice, and she staggard back, trying to put as much distance as she could between the two of them. Which wasn't much, since she had hit the back of the autopsy table, moving it an inch or two causing a loud skid to cover the heavy breathing. Her hands leaned on the sides, and she tried to not to let her nerves get the better of her.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" She finally asked the moment she could break out a few words. The room was barely lit from the other room's light, but she could definitely tell it was a man from the way his shoulders were shaped, the clothing, the smell still stuck in her nostrils. "What the fuck are you doing here in the dark?"

She seemed more surprised than angry. Sure someone was sticking their nose in her new toys, but that didn't mean she cared enough to get a little angry. Maybe a signal or a word or two could have stopped her from wanting to rip off his balls for scaring her like that. Who in their right mind just snooped around a morgue touching things that didn't belong to them?

The light flickered back on, and the bright light caused her eyes to hurt from the sudden adjustment.

The man kept silent, moving past her with a clear and visual limp. For a second she thought she might have kneed him somewhere, but the looks of a cane resting on the cabinet counter across from her, she doubted she injured him. At least, not enough to cause anything like that.

"I sometimes kept pills down here, I'm guessing someone hid them or threw them away."  He finally said, and Kylan couldn't help but get a little irritated at his condescending tone.

"You kept pills in a morgue?" She spit.

"I'm sure you keep pills in cupboards too."

"Not in a morgue."

Kylan would have been freaked out on coming face-to-face with a man so suddenly, especially in the dark and in a room by herself. But she bet herself that if the time came, all she'd have to do was kick him in his bad leg and take off. No immediate amount of danger that screamed red at her, at least, from what she could tell.

He was a taller man, much older than her by ten years from the indication of his peppered hair, he seem withered in the face, wrinkles near his eyes, a much older demeanor overall in his appearance. His limp added to the age, but his clothing, loose and almost ill fitting, made Kylan second-guess herself.

"Who are you? How'd you even get access to the basement, you need a key-card." Kylan said matter-of-fact. her breathing steady finally, and now she wanted actual answers. She didn't doubt he was an actual doctor, but she would be damn well surprised if he was.

As if he thought it was a stupid question, he grabbed a plastic ID card much like hers from his jacket pocket, shoved it close to her nose, and pulled it away like three seconds staring at a white piece of glistening words would give Kylan all the information she needed. But she did get one thing.

A name.

Dr. Gregory House.

Well I'll be damned. She thought. This guy is a damn doctor.

[hedwigstalons]

The Tracy Prize - part 19

A boring afternoon at work led to the creation of Claire, the rather grumpy and tech-phobic chemist.  I never expected the little fic she spawned to run to over 25k words.  I may also dig her out in future as there were other scenes that didn’t really fit this story.

 Thank you to everyone that came along for the ride.  Each like, reblog and comment was very much appreciated. @willow-salix thank you for digging me out of several plot holes.  And thanks to @gumnut-logic for opening the door and welcoming me in to this fandom, I probably wouldn’t have attempting writing Virg if it wasn’t you.

  So now…the final part.

Here are the earlier parts for those that want to go back to the beginning: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18

xoxoxox

Claire sat on a bench in the locker room near the hangers, wrestling with a rust coloured boot.  After a determined tug her foot popped around the bend in the heel and she was able to close the seals around her calf.  

The synthetic fuel had been cleared for field testing.  She knew Virgil was already in the cockpit of Thunderbird Two, waiting for her to suit up.  She didn’t want to keep him waiting.  She was looking forward to spending some time with the engineer.

She wondered how her life had managed to take such a surprising change in direction. Just a few short months ago International Rescue was just a name that appeared in news reports.  Anonymous heroes who swooped to the rescue.  Now it meant a houseful of people who risked their lives on a daily basis to help whoever made the call.  People that she was proud to call her friends.  Her thoughts lingered on one particular operative that she wished was more than just a friend.

As she adjusted the prototype uniform she reflected on exactly how this particular development had come about.

It had been a difficult day for all of them.  One of those days when the tension in the villa thrummed like an over tightened guitar string.  One of those rare days when Scott had announced he was out of his depth and called for outside assistance over the comms.  He had made an error and needed help dealing with the fallout, both literally and figuratively.  It had fallen to Claire to guide him through the process of decontamination from the material that coated himself and his body cam, obscuring Claire’s view of the tools and substances at his disposal.  That coating had turned out to be lithium hydride, a tricky substance that had the tendency to spontaneously ignite in humid air.  It was a tense time as she talked the First Responder through the clean up procedures, all the while hoping he wasn’t about to catch fire.

When Scott had finally made it home some 20 hours later he looked distinctly older than when he had set out.  He had announced that perhaps there would be times when it would be useful to take the chemist out in the field to try and avoid these situations occurring in the first place.  Claire had been inclined to agree with him; if Scott had paused and consulted her before charging into the factory he would never have got coated in the volatile substance in the first place.

What followed was a whirlwind of sketches, concept design and finally the prototype uniform.  

A uniform that was currently highlighting its flaws and would definitely need a redesign.

She would gladly have gone on the test flight in her usual clothes but Scott has insisted that, since she had a uniform, she should wear it when going off-island on International Rescue business.

Claire gave up trying to get the zip on her back done up.  She picked up the helmet and rebreather kit that turned her uniform into a grade two certified hazmat suit and headed towards the hangers.

xoxoxox

Virgil looked up from his pre-flight systems checks as Claire entered the cockpit. Technically he could have taken this test flight alone but he thought the chemist ought to get the chance to experience the result of her hard work first hand.  

If he was being completely honest he found himself seeking out opportunities to spend time alone with Claire.  He pushed those thoughts out of his mind.  Claire was dedicated to her work.  She seemed to enjoy his company but had given no indications that she was interested in him being anything more than a friend.  She was a professional to the core.

“I hope we won’t be needing those” he said, indicating the helmet and rebreather in her hands.

“You and me both, but Scott said to keep all the parts to hand.”

Virgil knew the sense in that.  You never knew what could happen when out on a mission and it paid to be prepared. His own helmet was close at hand.

“So how does it feel?  Does everything fit?”

His eyes raked up and down the petite form, currently clad in the ruddy tones that marked her out as one half of International Rescue’s scientific division. Of course it fitted perfectly. The full body scans taken as part of her medical had ensured that the garment was perfectly sculpted to her form.

He forced his eyes back to her face, hoping she hadn’t noticed his lingering gaze.

“Well the material is a little stiff.  I think the polymer coating is reducing its flexibility.  It also takes far too long to get on.  The biggest problem though is this.”

She spun around revealing the triangle of bare flesh at the top of her back.  

“If the main fastening stays at the back I’m going to have to get changed into uniform en-route so one of you others can buddy check my seals.  I just can’t reach it right.  Please can you finish doing me up?”

Virgil felt a lump form in his throat.

Claire held her ponytail out of the way so Virgil could finish closing the zip without snagging her hair.  A firm hand then ran slowly up her spine from base to neck, sealing shut the protective flap that covered the zip.  Claire’s body tingled in response.  Her mind wandered, imagining those same strong hands reversing the action later and freeing her from her uniform.  She gave herself a mental shake.  This was Virgil.  A colleague. It was…inappropriate.

Virgil returned to the pilot’s seat while Claire took the co-pilot’s side that was normally occupied by Gordon.  

This would be her first time being piloted by Virgil but not her first time flying in Thunderbird Two.  That first trip was tainted with bad memories.  Her first flight had been spent in worried silence.  Gordon at the controls.  Virgil in the med bay, out cold from the dart she had been responsible for shooting. She was still haunted by visions of Virgil crashing to the floor of the conference centre, the dart stuck in his chest.

The atmosphere in the cockpit today was excited rather then worried, but still serious.

The ability to control the Thunderbirds remotely meant that several test ignitions had been trailed but this would be the first true flight using the new fuel. The chance to test if reality lived up to expectations.

Virgil opened the comms link to both island control and Thunderbird Five.

“Pre-flight checks complete.  Everything responding as expected.  Thunderbird Two is ready for take off.”

“I’ll be keeping a running watch on your systems readouts and I’ll keep comms open,” John responded, his hologram floating above the control console.  “Stick to you pre-programmed route I’ve sent you. I’ve alerted the GDF that you are on manoeuvres so we can expect a call from Aunt Val later.”

“Why are the GDF involved?” Claire asked.

“Just common courtesy.  We give the GDF a rough flight plan and they alert any military operational in the area. It saves any cases of mistaken identity. We don’t want Two shot down again.” John replied.

Claire looked alarmed.

“That only happened the once, Johnny.”  Virgil had still never truly forgiven the US Navy for crippling his beautiful ‘bird.

“Yeah, well that was once too many.”

Scott’s voice cut in.  “If you two have quite finished…”

The rock wall disguising the hangar entrance lowered as Scott activated the mechanism from inside the villa.

Virgil taxied his Thunderbird out on to the launch pad.  The pad tilted upwards and the view from the cockpit changed from one of sea to one of sky.

Virgil directed power towards the thrusters.

An intense roar filled the cockpit.  Vibrations built up in intensity.  The mighty craft slid forwards and took to the skies.

“Thunderbird Two is go.”

xoxoxox

Virgil concentrated intently on the flight.  He had spent so many hours flying Thunderbird Two that he was fully attuned to her quirks and moods.  He felt each difference in response and behaviour without the need to check the instruments for confirmation.  The engine pitch was slightly lower.  The vibrations slightly stronger.  He tried a few turns and altitude adjustments and was pleased to see that Two responded just as well as before.

It was time to test her for speed.

Virgil eased the throttle forwards.  Scott’s voice came over the comms, reading out their velocity in increments.

“6,000 kilometres per hour.”

“6,500 kilometres per hour.”

“7,000 kilometres per hour.  Approaching previous top speed.”

Virgil continued to push the throttle.  He could feel that Two had more to give.

“8,000 kilometres per hour.”

“9,000 kilometres per hour.”

As each increment was read out the tone became excited.

“10,000 kilometres per hour.”

Claire looked across at Virgil.  A huge grin was plastered across his face at the raw power under his control.  It was as if Two was singing to him.  She hummed as he pushed the throttle to the maximum.

“!0,200 kilometre per hour” he whooped.  “Maximum throttle reached.  Easing off now and returning to base.”

“FAB Virgil.  See you back home soon.”

The pure delight Virgil was experiencing was evident.  He practically bounced as he guided the craft back over the Pacific Ocean. Their island home was soon visible again.

Virgil switched to VTOLs and brought them in to land.

xoxoxox

The two occupants of the cockpit grinned at each other, their eyes shining.  They were buoyed by the thrill of success.

Harnesses were released.

Claire found herself enveloped in one of Virgil’s bear hugs.  The air nearly crushed out of her body by his exuberance, her body held firmly against his chest.  She found herself returning the hug, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying herself in those powerful muscles.

“You did it!  You actually did it!”

Virgil was still riding the high of emotion.  Claire’s feet lifted off the floor in the engineer’s delight.  When she was placed back down she felt a kiss planted on the top of her head.

The pair of them both stilled and stiffened as the action registered.  

Claire looked up to meet warm brown eyes that looked ashamed, scared…hopeful?

Virgil cursed his lack of self-control.  In that one unguarded moment he had risked everything.  Claire had changed a lot since coming to the island but she could still be prickly on occasion.  Her flares of temper were becoming less frequent; there was more laughter, more enjoyment in being part of a team, but she had never invited him to cross this line.

Virgil braced himself for the backlash.

The backlash never came.

Their eyes remained locked.  Neither let go of the other.  Arms continued to encircle bodies pressed close together.

Claire found herself sinking into those chestnut depths.

Lips tentatively met, at first hesitant with the fear of rejection, then pressed more firmly as each explored the object of their secret desires.  Neither wanted to that moment to end.  Blue pressed against rust, the colour the only way of distinguishing the entwined bodies.

When they finally broke apart, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, Claire reflected that she might not have got the research grant but she had surely won the greatest Tracy prize of all.

-FIN-

[distinguishednachotale]

The DJ

Chapter Five Previous Chapter

“You don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready, Love.” Richard reassured you, zipping your dress as you stood slipping earrings into your lobes. Drawing a deep breath you spin in his arms, his finger tips sliding down your shoulders and arms to rest in your hands. “You’re beautiful, Everly.” The rose gold dress was fitted, the v neck plunged low showing the curve of your breast, the fine straps going over your tanned shoulders where your hair flowed in perfect curls down your back.

 “I’m okay, just stay with me?” Despite eighteen months passing, despite Nate being locked up in jail, you still felt unsafe by default. Loud noises, things being too quiet, being touched by makeup artists or having someone do your hair send shivers down your spine. Getting ready for his event had become a carefully planned our procedure for you, complete with several small panic attacks scattered throughout the day. You wanted so badly to keep this day about Richard, about Taron, about Elton, about anyone other than yourself; but no one thought anything less of you, the opposite in fact. You were admired by those in your inner circle for learning to trust again.

 “Always. Sit down, I’ll get your shoes.” Placing yourself on the bed you waited for Richard to return, he came back with your nude heels; helping you put them on you made a pass about feeling like Cinderella with your very own Prince Charming. “Come my Princess, your chariot awaits.” The cheeky smile you loved made its way onto his face, as you walked together out of the hotel. This would be your first public appearance since before your hospitalization; you’d been spotted by papparazi out with Richard and being on set with him for visits. But officially this was it. You had watched Richard prepare for this role, you saw the energy he put into Rocketman and were determined to be there with him for it’s premier.

 The door opened, Richard stepped out to a flurry of his name being called and flashing lights. He turned and put his hand out for you to take, a reassuring smile bringing a confident one out in you. Taking his hand, his thumb brushed your finger where a diamond encrusted gold band sat with a single large round diamond stood. As you rose from the car, everyone began calling your name to look their way. This wasn’t your moment however, so instead you held your fiance’s hand and followed his lead. Taron stood ahead of you both, he shook Richard’s hand as they exchanged greetings then Taron stepped forward kissing your cheek; a compliment and congratulations quietly whispered in your ear.

 Richard placed his hand softly on the small of your back as you both walked towards the first waiting camera, a woman you remembered from ET standing waiting.

 “Richard, Everly you both look stunning this evening. Richard, how nervous are you to see the reactions to Rocketman after all the time put into filming?”

 A breathy laugh escaped his lips, “I may look composed, but I’m shaking like a leaf on the inside.” As though he knew you were feeling increasingly anxious, reassuringly Richard ran his hand soothingly in a pattern over your lower back. “I’m excited though for everyone to see how special it is, it’s a once in a lifetime film.”

 “Everly, it’s wonderful to see you again. The question on everyones lips though, how are you? Are you okay?” While you knew they were firstly excited to get your first comments, you couldn’t help but notice the genuine sincerity in her voice.

 “Thank you. I’m doing better every day, I’ve got a great village behind me supporting me every step of the way. I’m fortunate, so fortunate compared to so many others who go through this alone.” You can’t help but fumble over some words, you spoke too fast and all in one breath. It wasn’t your finest interview moment by any means, but it was over. You both moved to step back for photos, but you softly told Richard as you posed you couldn’t do any more questions. Although it was only one, you were not yet ready to talk about your experience over and over.

 “That’s okay, you did well Ev.” His blue eyes were reassuring as his lips met yours softly. While Richard answered questions, you made a point to have taken a small step backwards as to not invite questions. You posed for photos in various arrangements, watched Richard pose for others by himself or with cast members. The past eighteen months between the two of you had consisted of nothing but love and strength, you were there for each other with out hesitation or resentment. There was trust, as hard as it had been for you initially, you knew Richard had nothing but the best intentions for you. Returning to your career in film felt off the table for now, you weren’t sure what was next for you; a large victims compensation payout would keep you comfortable for a while. You had spent a couple of months in Scotland with your Mother and Father, no matter how old you got the comfort of home was more healing than any other place. But after a period of time the sadness of missing Richard caught up to you, you flew out to be with him while he filmed Bodyguard. You hardly spent time apart since you landed.

 Richard looked past the photographer calling his and Taron’s name, seeing the woman he loved standing there made his heart skip a beat. Your smile, laugh, the way you searched for him in your sleep and the smile that followed when you found him, the way you made him feel confident and complete. The only thing Richard wished was that the two of you had never parted ways all those years ago. But above that he couldn’t wait to see what their future held.

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Thank you everyone for reading, reposting and leaving feedback on this short story. I’ll be writing more Richard-Everly fics as time goes on x

[chainofbeing]

Having recovered from his injuries, Adam goes to Dhara Jamina in the hopes that he will learn more about the foe he is pursuing. Unaware of what truly awaits him.

Narration and Inspiration-Besides-Death : David M. Sledge

Eikal: Erik Smith

Captain Anktares: Frances Gillard

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[a deep voiced narrator speaks, the sounds of a creaking old wooden building]

It was immediately unsettling. Ghost had woken up and felt a sense of unease in their stomach but couldn't quite piece together what they were experiencing. it was only as they clunked down the hardwood stairs and persuaded the rehydration machine to actually work that they understood what was wrong. the sound of the waves had disappeared. instead of the ordinary rush of waves flinging themselves upon the scattering of unmoving and unwavering rocks there was a suffocating, deafening silence. It created a pressure in their ears which was worse than the static of thousands upon millions upon billions of water droplets falling. They had gotten used to that, they had accepted it as a daily occurrence, as anyone would do cope with monotony. They threw on their coat and swung open the lighthouse door, 

[the sound of a town can be heard lightly, wind and birds too]

 they could already feel the surface of their body begin to freeze. Ghost was 6-ft tall and fell into the third gender category of Malgaric. They had a great pair of glowing green eyes, their body criss-crossed with glowing lines of a similar colour in majestic patterns. Hovering around their head were decorations which adorned them as was customary for the Malgaric. Around their head silver horns hovered lightly above their temples and crescents followed their ears as they moved, bobbing up and down with each step. Their full name was "Ghost-of-Sunken-Dawn" however they found that their life was made much easier if they introduced themselves simply as Ghost. their full name is on their plaque of course, hung up by their sheriff's certificate and above their medals in service to the army.

Obviously they were not pondering their family name as they were charging down the semi frozen hill, their mind was preoccupied with the momentous task of trying to comprehend the unfathomable physics defying event that was taking place in front of them. Stood close to the edge of the cliff, puffer jacket zipped up to avoid the cold, Ghost stared deeply into the still wave and slowly began to feel a haze creep into their mind,

[the soft drone, permeated with shattering glass that plays forward and backward can be heard]

It toed the line between a physical and mental sensation, the strangely familiar haze seeped across their whole body as they felt themselves caught in the grip of something far greater and more complex than they could ever hope to understand. And as the birds cawed and the wind blew they felt a pulse travel from their stomach and ooze outwards to the rest of their body, a repeating pattern of four beats, and as the haze travelled outwards, ambling its way to their throat the pulses evolved, becoming incrementally more word-like, mutating from its true form into a shape far more cohesive with the reality around it. And as the haze enveloped Ghost completely, the pulses, now in the form of words, escaped their mouth and they spoke them out loud 

“Ovig Nadal!” 

and with that, Ghost was lost entirely 

[the hum of a ship interior, new and clean adam now speaks]

I stand and stare into the mirror inspecting the scar on my abdomen, the diamond shape a lighter tone then the rest of my skin. I take a moment to stare at the other scars, all manner of bumps and shapes covering my body, never quite having healed properly. I follow the trail of past fights and battles, a history of my conflicts etched into my body, my gaze eventually landing on my eyes, run through with matching lines. I stare at myself 

“you’re still human” 

I say, my warped voice and dark eyes tell a different story. All the Arcanists and scientists of the galaxy cannot explain why I look like this, my immortality is a punishment, for what I did in Eden, for learning what I did in Eden. Whatever that was. Perhaps my aberration is part of that punishment as well. “You are more than Eden,” I tell myself. 

That one I refuse to believe without any help. 

I head downstairs and In the lift, an announcement pings overhead “Could operative Adam Delta 5 please make his way to the quartermaster,” I go down an extra floor and enter the Inventory, rows and rows of shelves with all manner of equipment and supplies, there’s a row of tills each with a visored quartermaster behind it.

[the sound of an office, some light talking and typing]

 Waiting for me is what I imagine to be the captain of the ship, before she can introduce herself I interrupt her

 “I thought hospital ships didn’t have quartermasters?” the captain, a Veatorian, looks me up and down

“I am Captain Anktares, nice to meet you.” she says, annoyed but unsurprised “Recently the council felt it necessary to..” she pauses to search for the right word “elevate, certain facilities at risk to certain threats, this ship was in the way of something or other, beyond my paygrade unfortunately,”

“It’s only been a few weeks, yet you’ve already built an inventory,”

“And a fighter craft docking station in the hangar. what can I say?” she smirks “we’re Veatorians, we get things done,” 

“Careful, or you’ll start to sound like that Arestophsis Hand lot” I say half joking

she smiles tersely but says nothing and gestures to the quartermaster tills

“the council have issued you a fighter craft and a spear”

“A spear? What is this, the second dark ages?”

“It’s a very nice spear,” she reassures me. I look at her incredulously. “It’s extendable!”

[the sound of a hangar, maintenance on ships, clanging of metal, all reverberating around the space]

The fighter craft is so new it doesn't even have a name yet, the designation code is blank too. The chair screens and most surfaces are still wrapped in plastic and it hasn't been changed from the standard issue council blue and grey. I look back at the minimal storage space behind me, a bed, a few shelves of supplies and leaning against the wall, my new spear. I didn't want to admit it in front of the captain but it is a nice spear. Fully extended it reaches around 2 metres but right now it’s a nice manageable 70cm. I name the ship and the Ehedydd make its first spaceflight. It’s been a while since I’ve sat in a new ship so the lack of noise from the engine is a real surprise. 

[the engine spins up and goes silent before activating and entering the widening field]

The Ehedydd was fitted with a WFC drive so the journey should only take about an hour or two. Which gives me some time to have a look at my mission brief. I hate military procedure, all the needless jargon and detail only helps to confuse things. From what I could decipher there was a recently established colony on a small planet, just big enough to be qualified as such, by the name of  Dhāra jamīna. There wasn't a huge amount of space for the usual mega city to be constructed, due to most of the land being raised up to 7 miles above sea level, so instead most of the major settlements in the continent in question are towns with populations of around 30,000 each, each with their own sheriff. Also known as an administrative fucking nightmare. What had drawn my investigation here was the fact that the  7 mile tall waves that battered the cliffs holding up the small towns of Dhāra jamīna had stopped. They had not frozen, but had simply, paused. To add to this, there was a sheriff who was reported to be acting very strangely. An old Insistoris who was living there said it was similar to demonic possession but wrong, somehow. Sounds like what I’m looking for. The fact that he was still alive and hadn’t died or even transformed like Aiek Tubalcain meant he could be spoken to, and maybe, if i was lucky, he would speak back. 

 Dhāra jamīna is so new that it doesn't even have an Orbit to Land Transference Station, OLTraS for short, so instead I just transfer my clearance codes and go to land on a small pad at the edge of town. As I fly over the vast ocean I look into it, it’s stillness is unsettling and it amplifies the already quite strong anxiety I feel chasing after this thing. 

[the sound of a town in the distance, wind and birds]

standing at the edge of the landing pad is a Vint and a Malgaric, joint mayors of the town, the name of which I've forgotten. I take me spear and affix it to my hip 

“Welcome to Jalis,” the Vint says, offering both of his hands, I take them and we bow together, he has to bow his long spined neck quite a bit in order to match my level “I am Eikal, mayor of this small community”

“Joint mayor” the Malgaric reminds him, irritation apparent in his voice

[his voice is slightly robotic and gruff]

“I am Inspiration-Besides-Death, however for your ease of communication you may refer to me as Inspiration” in the dusk his blue light is just starting to illuminate the black soil grass at his feet.

“I thank you both,” I reply. Both mayors seem visibly uncomfortable speaking in Human, however I am physically incapable of speaking in Malgaric and my Vint is about 450 years outdated and I don’t want to seem like a weirdo. They lead me through the town,

[the town is quiet, some conversations can be heard through the walls of houses, somewhere someone is using a drill]

 the two mayors seem intent on outpacing each other, gradually getting faster and faster until I have to start jogging in order to keep up with the two who are considerably taller than me. The people seem, understandably, anxious. They were expecting a quiet life in a new colony away from the overcrowded societies of their people. It’s late in the day so most people are resting or attending to prayers. Religion has no place in the Council of Nimonea, it's not actively discouraged, but provisions aren’t really made to preserve or protect it either, it's one of the more major issues most species within the council have. Unusually for most council towns, the houses here are 2-3 stories high most likely to make up for the lack of sprawling land on which to build. The whole town is only about a mile wide. We reach the detainment building and pause outside. Eikal turns to me “I must warn you, the manifestation is quite…disturbing,”

“I have not witnessed anything quite like this, even in my military days,” Inspiration chimes in. Eikal shoots him a look, “did you not identify my assessment to be adequate?” Inspiration looks back at him, his expression unwavering “I have said my piece,”. As they argue I look off at the edge of the island at a wave, unmoving and unwavering, like a painting. 

[the ambience of a quiet office, some machines beep, overall though it is quite silent]

We enter the dimly lit building and find ourselves in an oval shaped room, the Vint draws a small tablet from within his robes and presses a few keys. The room elaborately rotates and shifts until we are face to face with the sheriff separated only by glass. They sat on a curved bench, their legs crossed. I can only tell this because the green light that covers their body pulses in beats of four, providing more illumination by which to get a sense of the room. “Why aren’t they moving?” I ask. They go to answer at the same time

“Well-”

“Well-”

They stare each other and Eikal takes advantage of the pause to speak before Inspiration can

“We placed them in a stasis field, for their own wellness you understand”  

“Why is it so dark in there?” Eikal and Inspiration turn to each other, a mild panic on their faces

“Apologies, we misplaced our realisation-” Eikal pauses and translates in his head before trying again “We forgot the humans light requirements, allow me to attend to your needs,” with a few more key presses the whole building lights up. With my newfound visibility I see what Eikal meant by ‘for their own health’ Ghost’s fingers are scratched and worn and the entire back wall of the cell has been etched into with that symbol that has brought me so much dread. Surrounding it are adornments which trace around its edges, criss cross around each other, play off of one anothers curves and angles, all centred, but never interacting with, that symbol in the middle.

[enmityborne]

drabble / hunted.

       HIS DEATH may have been poetic, had he been made from the same marble pillar as his mother. if he walked with the same purpose as her, if he spoke and led with the same bittered authority, his death may have actually meant something to someone. they would have seen him fall and thought, even for a moment, “ there goes another lucky jedi. ” 

       he would have been a comet, then, sailing down to entomb himself into whatever unfortunate planet stood in his way. grass or sand, fog or smoke, he would have pierced it all with the same swallowed fury; his landing would be catastrophic, a phantasmal mark on a prestine history! how many would he take down with him, he wondered? how many would be struck by debris and shrapnel when he arrived, heartbeat stopping and an orchestra beginning as lives toppled beneath him?        the more he thought about it, the more the looming prospect of his own demise excited him. ten stormtroopers - no, twenty! no, to hell with twenty, he would take an entire damned fleet with him if he could!        kill me, he would have screamed, let’s end this together!        none of this, however, was ever meant to reach fruition.       his pursuer sailed behind him as a wave of static across ever-changing terrain. the planet - unnamed and stitched together by various strikes from celestial entities - would have become oz’s tomb sooner or later, marred with a saber’s broken hilt protruding from a shallow grave... and he would have only had the hunter to blame.         this entity brought with it the surge of oz’s heartbeat from resting to panicked; his steps were disjointed and clumsy, his body refusing to move correctly in a foreign atmosphere. in contrast to the overbearing horror brought on by the figure’s appearance, the hunter himself was unperturbed by his own devastating aura: he walked with a controlled stride, shoulders square, the first order’s seal ripe on the upper corner of his chest.         he was a professional.         his prey was not.        scarlet dripped from oz’s left arm. burns had seared through his clothing, though their origin was unsure to say the least; his mind was adrift, unable to pinpoint when the wounds had happened, but all too capable of defining the pain they brought in crystal clear terms. maybe he had been shot. maybe he had crossed blades with the other only to realize that he was hopelessly outmatched. he couldn’t have recalled it for the life of him - not that the wager held any meaning, given how fleeting his heartbeat was.        ❝ leave me alone! ❞ he silently screamed, voice overshadowed by a dominating burst of static from his chaser. ❝ i didnt do anything wrong! ❞        as though to object to his claim, the hunter ushered forth a swift and stinging wave of momentum from the force. his feet lifted from the ground, then returned - with the rest of his body - with a hearty thud.        air fled his lungs. still, he tried to stand. to run. to do what his master could not: survive.        once more, the force shoved him back to the ground. an unimaginable weight applied itself to his spine, then to the entirety of his body’s backside; he couldn’t move, face pressed into the dirt, lungs screaming and begging for air.        in an instant, he was pulled to his feet. the force constricted around him, allowing for only a moment’s reprieve, before solidifying itself in an envious vicegrip. his arms were flattened to his sides. his digits twitched and pried, trying with all their might to grasp the hilt of his blade to no avail.       the hunter stared him down. the galaxy trembled around the edge of an obsidian mask; putrid golden eyes bore through him, engraving an immediate sense of fear into every nerve in oz’s body.       once more, the hunter spoke in static.       his ears stung from the released cacophony. a flash of red ignited his view, the blade of a tainted saber leveled at his chest. he could see the hunter tensing, stepping back to thrust it through his core and damn him in his entirety -       he willed his hand to respond, the force meekly responding to a terrified demand. the hunter was launched back, and the universe dropped the rogue jedi back to his knees. he wheezed, taking in as much air as he could, then ordered his body to stand and prepare for a fight.       the hunter was, for the most part, unfazed. his head tilted to the side.       he was taunting oz without saying a word.       it pissed him off.      with a primal yell, oz engaged the bastard. their blades sent sparks into the surrounding area, crystals pushing and pulling with the force in response to their owner’s strain. a wide arc from oz was met with his opponents swift parry. a stab from the hunter was met with a sloppy block. the first order seal bashed against the unmarked and unaffiliated fabric of oz’s shoulder, their bodies nearly touching, separated only by their individual armor and the heated presence of unholy weapons.       another distorted wail broke the atmosphere. the force shoved against his abdomen, pain cascading through oz’s system. his entire body writhed as it flew back, striking the bark of a tree with far too much oomf. something in his chest broke. probably a rib.       his body was hauled up against the structure. scalding red embraced his stomach, a muffled wail breaking from oz’s silenced lips.       his master stared back at him. uncaring. indifferent. she twisted the blade. he twisted the blade. the world twisted the blade.        dead.       alive.       his hand flattened itself to his chest. his body reacted on instinct, raising up from  the embrace of his cot in a shaking and quivering mess. frantic eyes scanned the room; it was as he left it, a mess. a radio sung a static serenade; oz’s chest heaved up and down, heart roaring in its chamber; leftover heat hovered beneath his hand.       the radio seemed to laugh at him.       oz flung his hand out. an indomitable force grasped the edges of the device, then slung it to the wall with all of its might. the sound of it breaking was abnormally pleasant. following its snapped arc to the wall, oz’s gaze would land on the hilt of his mother’s saber.       it radiated an uncomfortable warmth.       his droid bounced onto his stomach, dancing up and down. this was the procedure that the cube had adopted whenever its master was brought into a state of disarray and panic; it tried to soothe him with inquisitive chirps and foolish steps. had he been in any other condition, oz would have smiled, and brought the droid up against his shoulder in a gentle yet firm embrace.       he would have cooed soft words of encouragement like a brother did to his frightened sibling, easing its panic bit by bit until both were able to recede into the relieving void once again.       unfortunately, his understanding of the situation was far too clear.       the droid had every right to tap dance.       ❝ okay. ❞ oz whispered, dragging himself out from the cot. ❝ i’m okay, si. i just... ❞ his eyes searched, then landed on the broken radio once again.        fear bubbled in his chest.       ❝... i think we can leave a little early, yeah? ❞ he tried for a false smile. his chest ached as he stood and began tugging on his clothing. ❝ get a head start on the day. how’s that sound, si? ❞       the droid was unconvinced. yet, for the sake of its master’s fleeing stability, it would nod and hop back into the pocket of his jacket. he knew it was tracking his sleep patterns; if anyone else knew of his dwindling periods of rest, surely they would have been concerned.       they probably wouldn’t give a shit. oz thought to himself. caring about someone like me...       he zipped his jacket up, tucking his mother’s blade onto the cusp of his belt. he fumbled with it; holding it felt wrong, especially in that particular moment. he buried his thoughts, swallowed his fear, and begged his mind to return to animosity infused tranquility. he couldn’t afford to falter. he couldn’t.       ❝ let’s get out of here. ❞

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10 Things to Do in North Puerto Rico

Planning a trip to North Puerto Rico and want to know the 10 things to do in North Puerto Rico? Here is what you need to know. The attractions in North Puerto Rico range from historic to adventurous. There are a number of alternatives that can be used between these two extremes. For the beach lovers there are the beaches and for the party lovers there is the vibrant nightlife of San Juan. North Puerto Rico is also called Porta Atlantico and it offers splendid caverns, beaches, historic lighthouses, forests, biggest radio telescope in the world along with some beautiful lakes. Are you also excited to buy diary planners, check out a big collection of lang calendars with best price here.

1. Mar Chiquita Beach

Mar Chiquita means Little Sea and this beach in North Puerto Rico is an exclusively picaresque beach. The waters at this beach remain protected from the Atlantic surf by the twin arms of coral and the rock enclosing the beach and making a very beautiful and natural pool.

2. Arecibo Observatory

The Arecibo Observatory is the largest telescope in the world. You can get a very nice view of this telescope its work procedure by visiting the visitor center.

3. Camuy Cave Park

The Camuy Cave Park serves as a home to one of the biggest cave systems in the world possessing the third largest subterranean river in the world. This cave park also features a tropical system that is simply incomparable and an environment that has been able to conserve its natural state even today.

4. Centro Ceremonial Indígena de Caguana

This is a Taino Park, which celebrates the historical significance of the Taino Indian culture. The park possesses a small museum along with some game parks used by the Taino in ceremonies. The remnants and the rock carvings of this park are also worth paying a visit.

5. Lunch and Boat Ride on Lago Dos Bocas

Having lunch and enjoying a boat ride on Lago Dos Bocas can be quite enthralling because of the scenic beauty of this place.

6. Rappelling, Caving, Body Rafting and River Journeys

There are a number of tour companies in Puerto Rico offering the scopes of enjoying adventure sports in this region. You will be able to find the longest zip lines in this area along with expert operators offering the combinations of Canyoning, rafting, rappelling and caving.

7. Cueva La Ventana

Cueva La Ventana is a beach protected from the sea by a couple of limestone and coral formations which have created a golden horseshoe cove. This pool is not always perfect for swimming because of the changing currents.

8. Black Sand Beaches

You will find a number of black sand beaches in North Puerto Rico. You will even find beaches where the sand is completely found to be made of sea urchin spines creating a very cool effect. One of the most favorite pastimes in Puerto Rico is beach hopping with each beach possessing its very own personality.

9. Cueva del Indio

Cueva del Indio is located in an area called Arecibo and this cave features a natural amphitheatre and the evidence of the Tainos. A trip to this place is very interesting as it is filled with beautiful scenery.

10. Dorado

Dorado is a town in North Puerto Rico with a beautiful beach and it also accommodates the new Ritz Dorado, an exclusive six star resort in the Caribbean. These are the 10 things to do in North Puerto Rico to have an enjoyable time at this place.

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Four Key Things You Should Know About Health Care

Yes, it’s a complicated issue. But clarifying these fallacies will help voters understand it.

Health care, so far perhaps the biggest issue in the Democratic primary, is also the most complicated issue facing government and the public. Unfortunately the debate is filled with persistent misconceptions, from the role insurance company profits play in health care costs to who is actually paying for workers’ health coverage.

Clarifying four fundamental health care fallacies could make it easier for voters to square some of the Democratic proposals — and their critiques — with reality:

Fallacy No. 1: Employers pay for employees’ health insurance.

Employers write checks that cover most health insurance premiums for employees and their dependents. But as the Princeton health economist Uwe Reinhardt once explained, employer-sponsored insurance is like a pickpocket taking money out of your wallet at a bar and buying you a drink. You appreciate the cocktail until you realize you paid for it yourself.

With health coverage, employers write the check to the insurer, but employees bear the cost of the premium — the entire premium, not just the portion listed as their contribution on their pay stub. The premium money that goes to the insurance company is cash that employers would otherwise deposit in employees’ accounts like the rest of their salary.

The fallacy is in thinking an employer’s contribution comes out of profits. In fact, higher health insurance premiums mean lower wages for workers. Since 1999, health insurance premiums have increased 147 percent and employer profits have increased 148 percent. But in that time, average wages have hardly moved, increasing just 7 percent. Clearly workers’ wages, not corporate profits, have been paying for higher health insurance premiums.

Health care costs are one — though not the only — reason wages have stagnated over the last few decades. With health insurance costs rising faster than growth in the economy, more labor costs go to benefits like health insurance and less to take-home pay.

Yet the belief that employees don’t pay for their own health insurance is widespread. One reason is that individuals cannot be sure what causes their wages to change or remain stagnant for decades. Another reason is that employers want Americans to believe that they pay for their workers’ health insurance. Still another reason is that there are those who profit from the employment-based system: drug companies, device manufacturers, specialty physicians and high-income individuals. They all want you to believe companies are being magnanimous in giving you insurance.

Who else benefits from the belief in this fallacy? Opponents of national health insurance.

Fallacy No. 2: Medicare for All is unaffordable.

The key to evaluating the cost of Medicare for All is to distinguish between increasing spending on health care and shifting expenditures from private insurance to the federal government.

True, Medicare for All would increase federal health care spending. But that is not the same as increasing total health care spending, which was over $3.5 trillion last year. Instead, Medicare for All would move money from one column (private health insurance spending) to another (federal health spending); it does not automatically increase total costs.

A recent study by the Mercatus Center at George Mason University — a free-market center generally hostile to government programs — estimates that for the 10 years between 2022 and 2031 the total national health costs for Senator Bernie Sanders’s Medicare for All plan would actually be $50.1 trillion. That would be $2 trillion less than if we let the system operate as it currently does. However, Mercatus researchers doubt that the Sanders’s plan would ultimately save trillions because they believe Congress would have to increase Medicare rates paid to hospitals and physicians to get the legislation enacted. They may be right — or wrong. But that is a different argument — a prediction about the politics of enacting laws — than that Medicare for All would inherently increase total health care spending.

We have our doubts about Medicare for All. But unaffordability is not a reason to oppose it. Whether it’s our current arrangement or a future Medicare for All, the per capita cost of our health care system already far exceeds that of any other industrialized country — including those with single-payer systems. When you hear a health care price tag in the trillions, know that the existing system has already brought us there.

Fallacy No. 3: Insurance companies’ profits drive health care costs.

In the second Democratic presidential debate, Senator Bernie Sanders declared that the health care industry makes $100 billion in profits. He once railed against the insurance company Anthem for denying a claim while noting that it reported “fourth-quarter profits for 2017 had increased by 234 percent to $1.2 billion.”

Many Americans believe that profits have no place in health care. They see for-profit health insurance, like buying and selling kidneys and livers for transplantation, as what the Nobel Prize winner Alvin Roth termed a “repugnant industry” — something that should not be exchanged in the market.

That is an important moral stand, but it makes no difference to the claim that eliminating for-profit insurers will reduce high health care costs. The fact is, we could eliminate those profits and it would hardly matter to the cost of health care. You would not notice it in your premiums.

For the eight largest for-profit health insurance companies, in 2016, their cumulative revenue amounted to nearly $452.2 billion and profits were $22.1 billion, for a profit margin of about 5 percent. By contrast, technology companies, banks and major drug companies generally make more than 20 percent profit.

True, $22.1 billion is a lot of money — but it is 0.6 percent of health spending. And last year alone health care costs increased over $130 billion — six times insurance company profits. Health care spending would not be significantly cheaper if all insurance companies’ profits were zero.

There are far more savings to be had in other efforts — by cutting unnecessary patient services, for example, or by making physicians and hospitals more efficient — to deliver the same care at a lower cost.

Fallacy No. 4: Price transparency can bring down health care costs.

“Hospitals will be required to publish prices that reflect what people pay for services,” said President Trump when he signed his executive order on health care price transparency. “Prices will come down by numbers that you wouldn’t believe. The cost of health care will go way, way down.”

There is no doubt that prices for medical procedures can range widely even within the same city or state. For instance, M.R.I.s of the spine can vary threefold in Massachusetts and mammograms fivefold in San Francisco.

Conservatives argue that informing patients of prices for tests and treatments will induce them to shop for lower-cost services, saving them, insurers and the country money. In theory, the beauty of price transparency is that neither the government nor insurers impose cost controls; the invisible hand of the market does it all.

Yet demonstrations of price transparency have been tried many times in many places, and in reality, it has not reduced the cost of care.

One recent study by Harvard Medical School researchers involved hundreds of thousands of employees and used a website telling them what they would pay out-of-pocket if they chose particular physicians and hospitals. The result: no savings. A follow-up study using another set of employers and another price transparency tool found the same result: no savings.

Since 2007, New Hampshire has had a state website, N.H. Health Cost, that allows patients to select a medical procedure, insurer and ZIP code and then get a list of prices for the procedure from various providers. The most promising study of N.H. Health Cost suggests a few million dollars in savings per year. That works out to be about $5 per New Hampshire resident.

The fact is, price transparency will not make health care costs “go way, way down.” Health insurance insulates the patient from price. Over 80 percent of the cost of medical care is paid by private and public insurance. Patients have little incentive to seek out the cheapest provider. When pricing websites exist, few patients use them. Even in the most favorable studies, when offered a price transparency tool, only 12 percent of patients took advantage of it; usually it’s less than 4 percent of patients.

Furthermore, price considerations are useful for choosing only about 40 percent of procedures — routine services like colonoscopies, M.R.I. scans and laboratory tests. Most of the expensive services — think heart catheterizations, cancer chemotherapy and organ transplants — are not the kind of thing you decide based on price.

Finally, in health care, Americans usually put relationships ahead of money. Once patients find a physician they trust and a hospital they like, they tend to stick with them even if there is a lower-cost alternative nearby.

American health care is complex and any simplistic solution is likely to be based on a fallacy. But that doesn’t mean there is nothing we can do. There are solutions — they just don’t make for bumper sticker phrases like Medicare for All or Eliminate For-Profit Insurers or Price Transparency.

Your Chip eligibility is based on your household size and income and determined by the government and you can apply any time of year.

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chiropractor ormond treatment can increase the variety of motion in a specific part of the human body, improve its function, alleviate any painful symptoms that you may be experiencing, and decrease nerve irritability. At Lindenwoods Chiropractic, we specialize in making it simple for patients to comprehend what things to do to get and remain healthy. On the future, however, I like educating my patients on the best way to take far better care of their teeth. Chiro treatment is centered on pain due to mechanical disorders. It follows that you MUST DILUTE the solution prior to any hydrogen peroxide treatments, as stated by the suitable dilution tables or calculations.

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It's possible for you to experience a considerable decline in pain after just 1 treatment. This may be on account of muscular imbalances which are affecting your joint structure and mobility. Welcome `How you consider your pain can alter the way it feels. I really like that I'm in a position to immediately correct the pain. Most of us want fast pain relief. For instance, if you've got a recent injury to your back and you're in a great deal of pain and your spine is discovered to be inflamed, then you're likely to be treated with gentle chiropractic techniques for a couple visits and advised to rest and use an ice-pack at home to settle the problem in the very first instance. They also are required by law to accept all patients, no matter their capacity to pay.