#crush injury tw

[jacksonlywife]

omg you write for tcgf!!! your work is so good! would you consider doing pei ming, shi qixan, my qing and feng xin reaction to their (god/dess but non-martial god) crush getting hurt protecting them?

          A Scar Opened

(TCGF Characters React To Their Crush Getting Hurt Protecting Them)

(GN!Reader)

Tw: Blood, Cursing

Pei Ming:

The infamous womanizer Pei Ming. He is known for sleeping with women, making them love him, then brutally dumping them with no remorse whatsoever. (At least he pays child support.) You from the moment you walked in hand him on a hook. You weren’t a Martial God but were still a God that got his attention greatly.

Oh he just wanted to make you his. You being aware of his so-called title brushed his advances away. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you hated him completely. Pei Ming also got desperate. 

He found out what he was feeling wasn’t lust but love. He loved you. He had a crush on you. He still hasn’t accepted it and is trying to remove this so-called “crush” by hanging with even more women.

You both were in the main palace of the Emperor Jun Wu talking about a future mission in the mortal realm you two had to do until something caught your eye. 

A spear blowing fast through the air about to hit Pei Ming. His back was faced to it and he seemed oblivious till you pushed him away causing you to get scarred on the chest. Blood dripped and slid down. 

Pei Ming was mortified as he realized the situation and quickly checked where the spear came from.

“What in the heavens is going on?!” He yelled in a pissed off tone but concern was evident for you. 

“T-this is kind of painful.” You utter out clutching your chest tightly.

“Shit.” Pei Ming mumbled and picked you up bridal style rushing you to a nearby medic. “Were you protecting me?” His eyes softened. 

“Didn't want you getting hurt, you know?” You smile weakly.

“I won’t let this happen to you ever again. I’ll slaughter the asshole who did this.” He looked down holding you tightly.

Shi Qingxuan:

(Male Form)

The Wind Master, Shi Qingxuan. Known for his outgoing personality and bubbly appearance. First time you met them was on a mission you two got assigned together. Ever since then Shi Qingxuan had developed a crush on you.

He didn’t know why. Your beauty? Your personality? Your kindness? He doesn’t know. Though wherever you go he will cling to you like a little bat. It's cute and annoying at times.

“Oh you're going? Lemme come with!”

“If you're heading that way, so am I!”

“If you're in I’m in!” 

Adorable really. 

How did things go wrong today?

You two were making small talk and then from the corner of your eye you saw a pillar about to fall onto Shi Qingxuan. You couldn't save the both of you so you pushed Shi Qingxuan hard away making him yelp while a piece of the pillar slashed your arm.

Blood poured to the floor as you panted in pain.

“W-whats going on!?” The colour drained from Shi Qingxuans face as the situation slapped him.

“A pillar..hah..broke.” You were out of breath from the sudden attack on your arm and fell backwards till Shi Qingxuan caught you throwing you up into a piggyback ride.

“You need medical attention. Stat.” He said sternly, holding onto your legs tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck trying not to fall.

“It’s..ow.” You mumble burying your head into his shoulder.

“Shush! No talking. I can’t believe you did that for me.” He smiles to himself but then goes back to strict. “I swear when I find the person who did this they won't ever see the light of day ever again.”

Mu Qing:

(God Form)

General Xuan Zhen, Mu Qing. He’s known for being an amazing Martial God as well as an amazing medic. (Two in one ig) He’s hard to approach from his rude personality. Though he isn’t really rude just closed off and thinks other emotions are weaknesses in ways.

As soon as you got introduced he had fallen in love with you. The 800 year old virgin actually fell in love. What a surprise to say. Though he believes that love is just a level higher than hate. Everytime you speak to him he gives you short and rude answers.

Though in reality he absolutely adores it when you talk to him. Keep talking to him. No matter how much he disses. Continue. He also glares at others who talk to you. 

He’s jealous. 

You were complementing Mu Qing on his skills, making him blush furiously.

“Are you making fun of me?” He says with a hiss. Though before you can respond you see a blade breaking through a window heading for Mu Qing. He couldn't see it since his back was faced to it and you quickly pushed him hearing him curse.

The blade instantly slashed your waist making you cough in pain and shut your eyes.

Mu Qing’s eyes widened in horror as his teeth clenched in aggravation.

“Who the hell did this?” His eye twitched as he got up and went to you to see how bad your wound was.

“Ouch. It hurts.” You say quietly.

“I know it does. Bare with me.” Mu Qing being a medic began healing you with a yellow glow cursing under his breath.

You hugged his arm softly, clearly not in a good state, making Mu Qing tense, then soften up and stroke your head unconsciously.

“Can’t wait to find the insect who did this.” 

Feng Xin:

(God Form)

General Nan Yang, Feng Xin. Known for his heated temperamental problems and great strength as a Martial God. He’s more on the aggressive side and will not hesitate to harm the bad. (Or people who piss him off more than they should be) This man does not look like one to have a crush but that changed when you joined.

His heart began beating faster and his face flushed as he kept looking at you. Though sadly like Mu Qing he tends to be rude when you talk to him. Though when you catch him off guard he’ll just freeze dumbfounded while a huge blush creeps up on his cheeks.

He loves you deeply but won't admit it. At least he hasn’t gaslighted himself into thinking he just hates you a lot. 

You were trying to ask Feng Xin about questions on Ghost City but he kept saying that he shouldn't tell you anything.

“Why should I tell you? What's in it for me?” He mumbles irritatedly but was secretly happy you were talking to him. You, having good hearing senses, could hear glass shards and looked up to see it falling. About to fall onto Feng Xin.

You couldn't pull Feng Xin from the immense power difference and pushed him, making him create a confused face till his face dropped as the glass shards sliced your arms repeatedly.

“Ow.” You say to yourself looking at the blood pooling down your arms like a river.

“What the fuck just happened?” Feng Xin says going to you and grabbing your arms roughly.

“I-I don’t know. Someone must have messed with the glass sculptures.” You wince as the pain got greater.

“Tch.” Feng Xin mumbled and picked you up like a potato bag gripping your thighs hard so you wouldn't fall as a blush made its way to your face.

“Is this necessary.?” You mumble.

“Yes.” He says holding your thighs even tighter ears going red.

[serickswrites]

So Good

Warnings: explosion, crush injury, blood, unclear character status

Sidekick looked on in horror as the charges went off in the building, bringing it down in a fiery explosion. With Villain still inside.

Supervillain had lured Villain and Sidekick there. Had lured the two of them there to try and convince Villain to abandon their cause and fight against Supervillain and all they stood for. But Villain hadn't budged.

And so Supervillain had only one option. They set the charges they rigged up earlier in the nearest apartment building to blow in ten minutes. Supervillain knew that Villain could not bear to let any innocent civilians be harmed. Knew that and made sure that Villain would be caught between two terrible options: chase and fight them, thereby condemning hundreds of innocent civilians to death, or let Supervillain go and try and save as many civilians as they could.

Villain had only one choice.

Sidekick's was sweating within minutes as they and Villain made countless trips in and out of the building, rescuing those that couldn't get out in time. "Just one more floor," Villain said breathlessly. "Just one more floor."

"There's no time. It's going to blow any moment now. We're sure to have gotten everyone out. I called up the stairs before I brought the last of the floor below. No one answered. No one is there, Villain. " Sidekick was already nervous that they cut it this close.

Villain gave Sidekick a sidelong glance. "I have to be sure. Stay here. I'll be quick. Promise."

"Villain, wait!" But Sidekick was talking to air. Villain had taken off, faster than Sidekick had ever seen them move before. Sidekick couldn't breathe through their anxiety as the seconds ticked by. It was close. Too close.

Sidekick breathed a sigh of relief as they saw a figure in the doorway running. Villain had cleared the floor. "Took you--" the words died on Sidekick's tongue as their mouth went dry.

It was not Villain running out of the building. A civilian ran quickly, stumbling slightly. "Where's Villain?" Sidekick demanded as they grabbed the civilian by the shoulders.

The civilian stepped back. "They wanted to check....check the rest of the floor," the civilian panted. "They flew me down most of the way, but went back. I think there's no one there. I don't know. I'm the last one. I know I am. I don't know where they are."

Sidekick turned back to the building, a sinking feeling in their gut. Villain had to be ok. Villain would be ok. "Call for disaster relief. Get help here. Now!"

But as the building exploded, Sidekick feared the worst. The civilians scattered, their terror palpable. "NOOOOO!" They roared as they surged forward. Sidekick couldn't leave Villain in there. Couldn't leave them behind.

"Villain! Villain! Say something! Anything!" Sidekick shouted as they waded through the rubble, looking for any sign of Villain. "VILLAIN!"

They used their power to put out every fire they came across. There were little fires everywhere, but no sign of Villain. Villain had to be ok. "VILLAIN!" They shouted once again. Now that the roar of the fires had died down, perhaps they would hear Villain.

Sidekick strained to hear. There was a slight scratching sound coming from below them to the left. "Hold on, Villain! I'm here! I've got you." Sidekick began shifting rubble aside.

It took Sidekick a while to clear the rubble enough before they could see Villain's face. Villain was bleeding along their hairline and blood dripped from the corner of their lips. Their breathing was labored, but they were breathing. "Villain! Hold on, I've got you. Hold on." Sidekick let relief flood them as they realized Villain was alive.

"'s'kay S-S-S-Siiiiiidekickkkkk," Villain said, finally getting enough air to speak.

"Where are you hurt? Can you feel your fingers and toes? How many fingers am I holding up?" The words tumbled hastily from Sidekick's mouth.

"I-I-I fffffeelllll th-th-them-em-em. H-H-Hurts. C-C-Can'ttttt breathe-the-the-the." They closed their eyes against the pain.

Sidekick cleared enough rubble around Villain's head, neck, and shoulders that they could cradle Villain's head. "Shhhh, I'm here. I've got you. Help is on the way." They stroked Villain's cheek as they spoke.

It was the only thing Sidekick could say. They knew, and Villain had to know, that Villain's injuries were catastrophic. If help didn't arrive soon to help Sidekick pull Villain from the rubble, Sidekick wasn't sure that the medics in their medbay would be able to save Villain.

But they had to save Villain. Villain had to be ok. They needed Villain to be ok.

"Did....did....did ev'ryonnnne g'outtttt?" Villain asked weakly. They coughed, blood spewing from their lips as they coughed.

Sidekick nodded, but realized Villain couldn't see them. "Yeah. You got them all out. You did good, Villain. You," Sidekick fought not to sob, "you did so good."

Villain sighed with relief. "G-G-Good." They closed their eyes again. "'m c-c-c-coldddd, Si'ki." Their labored breathing began to slow.

Sidekick tapped Villain's cheek. "None of that, Villain. Help is almost here. Keep awake. Keep awake. You have to stay awake. You have to see all the civilians you saved. You did so good, Villain. You have to see what you did." Tears flowed freely down Sidekick's cheek, dripping onto Villain's upturned face.

But Villain did not reply.

[mika-writes-fanfics]

Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Author's Note:  I live for tsundere, inexperienced, pining Dabi. Mans is emotionally constipated, touch starved, and super unfamiliar with love but I adore him for it. BNHA smash showed us that he's super dense and has 0 rizz.

Warnings/Tags: Stockholm syndrome, eventual smut, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk, canon typical violence, threats, arson, minor character deaths, death, injury, blood, suggestive for a second

Abbreviation Guide: Y/n (your name), e/c (eye color), f/c (favorite color)

Word Count: 1K

Chapter Four: You're A Witch

It’s the next day and he finds himself in your room again. You’re in the process of healing the burns left over from yesterday. He seems to be in his own world, but so are you.  The silence between the two of you isn’t awkward. Somehow, it's comfortable. It makes the process of healing him calming.

You enthralled him, infuriatingly enough. You were just such a strange person to him, he couldn’t understand why you treated everyone around him like a person, especially him. Even despite your situation, as a captive, you treated most of the league as people. He couldn’t decide if you were dense for putting up with it, intelligent for being obedient, or if you simply pitied them. Whatever it was, he couldn’t deny that he benefited from your presence. Your quirk starved off a lot of his burns and the thought of your cold, healing hands all over him after a shitty mission was enough to let the thought of you pitying him slide. 

Speaking of your hands, he hates how weak your touch makes him. Your feather-light touches are cruel to him. He sees himself as a bastard creation, a seething villain who craves only revenge, but you touch him as if he’s made of glass. Gentleness is something he was never granted, especially not growing up. It’s strange, foreign even, but not entirely unwelcome. He just can’t figure out why it frustrates him so much.

You notice some of his staples are out of place and the burns are spread much farther than usual. He must have gotten into quite the tussle yesterday. You never ask how he gets some of the injuries unrelated to his quirk, not wanting to know the details. You choose blissful ignorance. It’s easier to survive if you just ignore the nature of their activities. 

There’s some raw skin and loose staples on his face. Your cool hands grace his cheeks as you murmur a soft apology, warning him of the discomfort to come. You reaffix his staples into place. He’s so used to the action that it fails to incite a wince. He closes his eyes as your palms cup his face. The telltale coldness of your quirk soothes his skin and rebuilds the damage his quirk inflicted. You catch onto how relaxed and serene he looks in this moment. He seems to enjoy the sensation of your quirk, unlike most others. 

You retract your hands once his skin has smoothed over. There’s an urge to release a light laugh upon noticing his slightly disappointed expression. “No need to be disappointed, we’re not done yet,” you tease. 

From where you are, you’re able to discern a light pink flush on his cheekbones. He averts his eyes from you and responds with a ‘tch’. You let out the chuckle you were holding back. Your laughter sounds airy and musical to him, even if it’s slightly at his expense at this moment. The realization makes him burn in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. 

You shift your focus to the burns on his palms. Your quirk begins to wash over that skin. The relief he feels at your contact is immediate. But your icy skin doesn’t quell the warmth he feels. You’re so close to him and he’s suddenly so aware of it. He can make out every tiny scar you’ve endured, every soft curve to your face, every dimension of color in your e/c eyes. He’s staring but nothing could bring him to look away. Internally, he cringes at his next thought. You’re beautiful to him.

You continue your work, guiding your hands up his wrist and carefully gliding over his staples. It’s tortuous, how slowly your hands rake up his arms. You don’t notice how his breath hitches, something he’s thankful for. He’d hate the questioning that would come from your inquisitive eyes. What you do notice, however, are the burns along his collarbones. It’s hard to see the extent of the wounds with his shirt in the way. You break the silence with a request, “I can heal the burns on your chest, but your shirt is sorta in the way. Do you mind taking it off or pulling it to the side?”

Dabi complies, taking off his white v-neck shirt and discarding it next to him. He feels vulnerable in front of you, a feeling that was once long forgotten to him. You are such a witch for being able to stir such buried emotions in him. Your eyes drinking in his form drive him out of his sulking. He knows your gaze right now is clinical, but he can’t help but feel flustered that you’re seeing so much of him.

If his heartbeat wasn’t erratic before, it certainly is now. Cold fingers trace over the burns on his collarbone. His breath hitches at the contact. The sensation of your touch sends goosebumps down his body. As your hands trace closer to his neck, he stiffens. It’s an attempt to suppress the shiver your touch elicits. He finds it strange. His body feels hotter than normal so it’s not the temperature of your hands making him feel this way. Rather, just your touch alone sends shudders down his spine. What is this magic you’ve cursed him with?

“Looks like theres no more burns. You’re all fixed up,” you conclude. You pack up the medical supplies and stow them away while Dabi redresses himself. Your fingers feel incredibly stiff and cold. You’re toeing a dangerous line with your quirk. “Hey, would you mind telling the others I’ve reached my limit for today? It’ll be awhile until I’ve warmed back up.”

“There’s no need. Crusty hasn’t assigned any missions for today,” he dismisses. You quirk your brow up at the nickname.

“Crusty? You sure do love your boss,” you joke. You give him a sly smile. He’s not sure why he wishes to see you like that more often. He fights those thoughts of his. The rational side screams at him to stay focused, to stick to his life’s mission. You are becoming a distraction. Your voice breaks him out of his internal struggle. “Well I’m gonna go use up all the hot water. Consider it a bill for my services.”

“Cold water never bothered me, go ahead.”

Dabi leaves your room, allowing you the privacy to gather your clothes and fetch a towel before showering. You make your way to the bathroom with your clothes, a towel, and all your hygiene products. The bathroom is rather small, but it’s certainly better than nothing. You shed your clothes and tuck them away, before turning the shower knob all the way to hot. It’s unfortunate how your quirk worked out, as you’re much more tolerant to heat than you are the cold. Whenever you use your quirk too much, you end up showering with water so hot it nearly makes you dizzy. You test the temperature by putting your hand under the water stream, feeling if it’s to your liking. With the water sufficiently warmed, you don’t hesitate to climb in. The shower does wonders to relax your skin. Your skin that was once raised with goosebumps and mottled with purpling skin smooths over and evens in tone. You do the rest of your routine, but you can’t help but think about your situation. 

When Shigaraki explained the ‘agreement’, if it can even be called that, you were dreading having to touch and heal criminals. The mere notion appalled you, especially with how touch reliant your quirk is. So far, the arrangement isn’t nearly as bad as you feared. You’ve really only had to heal Dabi. Speaking of him, there’s something enigmatic about him. He’s so distant from the rest of the league. His eyes are cold yet his quirk is hot, he’s almost like a walking contradiction. 

Like you. 

You halt at the thought. Do you two really have that much in common? If you really stop to think about it, the two of you are just two people with mismatched yet complementary quirks. Your personalities don’t seem to fit what the overarching society dictates. People with fire quirks are supposed to be fiery, hot-headed, and heat-resistant. Healing quirk users are supposed to be sweet, genuine, and usually resistant to damage. Yet, the two of you go through life combatting those ideas. Your sarcasm isn’t telling of a nurturing personality. His cold, analytical approach to life doesn’t match the social scripts for fire users. 

You feel that the water temperature isn’t as scalding anymore. You’ve been lost in thought for too long. The room is filled with thick steam. It’s time to step out. It’s time to get your mind off of him.

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[dead-leavez]

The way Obito's scars are drawn itches something in my brain so much becuase like, logically? Those are crush scars. But they look NOTHING like actual crush scars!! (Which ofc they wouldn't. This is anime they have no need to be.)

And now I'm insanely curious about like... how was the muscular structure of his face effected? How much nerve damage did he sustain? Did he suffer from compartment syndome (I'd heavily assume so) and to what extent? (I'd assume against any crush syndrome based on the fact that the lack of facilities available would mean RIP OBITO. But this is Naruto so like why am I even thinking about this realistically???)

What sucks too is that it can be suprisingly hard to find good reference images of crush scars? Like tbf Ive seen them up close and personal throughout my childhood so it's easy to recall but FUCK they are hard to find.

Crush scar image, description, and source below the cut:

Description from source:

Crush injury scarring to leg. Scarring from old crush injury, and scar from decompression surgery for compartment syndrome, on the back of the calf of a 46-year-old man's leg. Compartment syndrome can be caused by crush injuries. Surgery is needed to open up the affected fascial compartment (sections of the arms and legs) to relieve (decompress) the pressure on the muscles and nerves.

[lavleyart]

Commission Info

As teen I loved drawing some mild gore because it was the start of my edgelord times hahaha. Gotta embrace the inner edgelord ^o^

I definitely think this could be a sequel to the thingy I drew in my peak edgelord times:

back then I was alll mmmmmh blood = sexyyyy now im all mmmhhh blood = dramaaaaaaaaa XD the more drama the better.

Fun fact, the song that made me wanna draw this was this here:

Nightcore - Pretty Little Psycho - YouTube

...because it reminded me of Vaati :)))) and because i was in a not so great mood i stabbed him. Gotta kill ur faves once in a while lmao.

Make me, make me impressed! Make me, make me obsessed!!

oh also i got a small surgery today heres to hope my health situation will improve soon

Update: damn the surgery went fine i feel so healthyyyy aaaaaaa heres to hope i will feel like a normal and happy bean again for the next three months until im hopping in for a bigger thing again lol.

Update2: im in pain help (this is normal)

[pumaskulls]

*Borderlands!AUs my own OCs instead of actually finishing up their refs*

[akuarchives]

Chapter 4, 2/3

1/3 | 2/3 | 3/3

[wormzandgutz]

Have started getting flashbacks whenever my bare toes are near the kitchen chairs

[echo-echo31]

Dark and Lay would be really cute :)

Hi Brandie I'm about to ruin your day :)

You guide Dark down by his shoulders, wincing at the same time as he groans out in pain. Even the fact that he’s allowing - or more accurately, can’t help - himself to show how much pain he’s in means it’s bad. Very bad.

“Let me…let me look at you, I can see if I can treat some of the wounds-”

“Don’t,” His voice is sharp, dangerous, and the light in the room sparks once, “Don’t touch me…please,”

You pull back from his shoulders, reminded with ice cold discomfort what it felt like the first few times you’d met him; the uncertainty, the fear.

“Who did this? You need to tell me, Dark. I’ll-”

“You won’t do anything. This is my business, my curse, and you don’t have any part in it, human,”

The way he speaks, the way he refuses to address you with even your name, makes you flinch away not in fear but anger. Quickly, before the rage starts making pathetic hot tears fill your eyes, you exit the room, leaving Dark laying on the black sofa and cursing the silence.

Of course, he won’t tell you that he’s actually just trying to protect you. That if he knew how much you meant to him, the bastard wouldn’t stop till you where either tortured in endless narratives or worse, a slave under his spell.

So the mirror entity simply suffers alone.

Somewhere in the multiverse, an actor smirks.

[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 5

No. 5: Debris/Pinned Down

Tony

I’m used to my role as Iron Man thrusting me into the action, but I feel differently about it when it comes to Aurora. My daughter. She’s become a prominent part of the Avengers as The Flare, Extremis powers, and Stark tech at her disposal.

I’m proud of her for how well she fights, but it still scares me whenever she’s out on the metaphorical battlefield. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to her. Or that spider kid. They’re the best of friends. And Peter has grown on me.

The partial collapse of a crumbling building nearby makes me wince. I hope there’s nobody in there. I’m a bit preoccupied with fighting some bad guys right now. Plus, it seems like Ro and Peter are going in to help now.

Firing blasts at different enemies in the sky, I watch as one of them dodges my attack, causing the beam to shoot into the crumbling building and destroy it completely. In the midst of a fight, it doesn’t immediately occur to me to worry.

Things finally calm down and I see Peter carry a man out of the rubble. “Get to safety, sir. There you go.”

The man thanks Peter and runs to find a safer place. With the fight over, I’m sure he’ll be fine.��

Peter looks around after all of the citizens are rescued, the dust settling with a strange and eerie silence. “Mr. Stark?” “Kid.” I reply. “Where’s Ro?”

He goes pale. “I was about to ask you.”

“Friday, scan the area for vital signs,” I say, voice shaking slightly. “S-Search for Ro. Ro!”

I look through the debris of the buildings, calling for my daughter. “Ro! Aurora!” 

Using the loudest voice I can, I yell her name. “Aurora Stark!”

“Mr. Stark, I’ve found her.” Friday informs me.

“Show me.” I say. “Now.”

Friday scans the rubble, a heat signature of a body deep inside. “Ro…”

Racing to the wreckage, I struggle to lift it. It’s just too damn heavy. “Ro! Ro, can you hear me?!” 

Peter runs over and helps me, using his enhanced strength to lift piles of debris with relative ease. “I see her!”

I reach towards my daughter who is unmoving. “Come on, Ro. Come on…”

Pulling her out proves to be unsuccessful, seeing she’s pinned down by some heavy rubble. I start to worry about crush injuries now. “Pete, hold this up and I’ll get her out.” I say.

He holds up some concrete and I lift the rubble trapping her, arms shaking and struggling to keep it from falling back down. “Come on, I’ve got her…I’ve got her. I…”

Cap and the others see us struggling with the wreckage, Steve using his strength to help me. I finally manage to grab Ro, taking her to a safe area. “Oh God, I’ve got you. Ro, I’ve got you now. It’s okay.”

“Friday, what are her injuries?” I ask my AI.

“Various crush injuries and a cardiac tamponade.” She tells me. I don’t even know where to begin with helping Ro. It’s bad. Very bad. All because of a repulsor blast I fired myself. Oh God, don’t tell me I’ve lost her because of my own mistakes.

“Ro, please please please…” I mutter to her, a helicopter soon coming to help the injured. I make sure that she’s on the first damn one. I will not lose her. Not today, not ever. My worst fear cannot come true. 

Aurora is put through surgeries to save her life, ending up comatose while I wait by her side in the hospital. I don’t know when she’ll wake up. If she ever does.

Don’t think like that, Tony. She’s going to be okay. She’s going to wake up. And she’s going to be just fine. 

And eventually, she does. But that doesn’t stop me from blaming myself. I never want to let her out of my sight again. This is my kid. My daughter. My flare.

My Aurora. My greatest creation will forever be her.

[serickswrites]

Tick Tick Tick

Warnings: explosions, injury, blood, gore, broken bones, crush injury, unclear character status

“Just let Whumpee go,” Caretaker said into the phone that was gripped tightly in their hand. They would do anything to make sure Whumpee got out of the building safe. 

“You did give me what I wanted, that’s true.” Whumper’s voice was a soft purr in their ear. Caretaker hated that. Caretaker hated that they had to give anything to Whumper. 

“Don’t!” Whumpee’s breathy voice came from further away. Caretaker could hear the pain in their voice. And the terror. 

Caretaker hadn’t wanted to give Whumper what they wanted. But Caretaker had no choice. It was either that or Whumper kept Whumpee. And Caretaker couldn’t live with that. 

Caretaker heard Whumper take a breath. “Give me five minutes to get out of here. And then you can come get Whumpee.” Whumper hung up without responding, but before they did, Caretaker heard Whumpee’s muffled shouts in the background. 

It was the longest five minutes of Caretaker’s life. Every second that ticked by was agony. Five minutes. Five minutes and then Whumpee would be safe. 

Or so Caretaker thought. As Caretaker walked over to the building, ready to get Whumpee and take them home, an explosion rang out and everything got fuzzy. 

Their ears were ringing, their nose was clogged, and Caretaker had a sneaking suspicion that the fuzziness of the world had more to do with the dust and smoke that clogged the air. 

Whumpee. They had to get to Whumpee. 

Caretaker took off into the building. They didn’t care that it was probably unsafe. Didn’t care that the roof was caved in in places. Didn’t care that there was a fire in a back room. All they cared about was Whumpee. 

Caretaker let out a strangled cry when they finally found Whumpee. Whumpee lay in the center of the main room, a support beam from the ceiling obscuring their lower half. Whumpee’s wrist bone poked out. Caretaker was nauseous at the sight of the bone peeking out from Whumpee’s skin. Blood dripped from Whumpee’s nose and mouth and their eyes were closed. 

Caretaker immediately dropped to their knees at Whumpee’s side. “Whumpee? Whumpee? Whumpee?” Caretaker said urgently as they tapped Whumpee’s cheek. 

Whumpee groaned, eyes fluttering open. “C-C-Careta’er?” Their voice was hoarse and tight. 

“I’m here, I’m here. I’ve got you, Whumpee.” Caretaker said as they pulled out their phone and called 911. 

Whumpee needed help desperately. Between the compound fracture, probably head injury, and being crushed by the support beam, Caretaker knew Whumpee needed help now. 

“T-T-Tried toooo w-w-warn you,” Whumpee whispered as they blinked, eyelids drooping. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Caretaker said as they petted Whumpee’s hair. 

“B-b-bomb forrrrr y-y-you,” Whumpee said after they swallowed a few times. 

Caretaker’s heart sunk. Whumper had never been planning on letting Whumpee go. And now Whumpee was fighting for their life because of Caretaker’s stupidity. 

“It’s ok. I’m ok. Help is on the way, Whumpee. Hold on.”

Whumpee took a shallow breath. “Hurts,” they said as they blinked up at Caretaker a few times. 

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry, Whumpee. This is my fault.”

Whumpee’s eyelids drooped once more. “C-C-Can’t br-bre-breathe.”

Caretaker’s heart was in their throat. “Keep breathing, Whumpee. Help is almost here. Stay with me.” 

“S-S-S’ryyyyyy,” Whumpee whispered as their eyes fluttered shut once more. All the tension drained from Whumpee’s body.

Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s cheeks urgently again as they spoke, “Whumpee! Whumpee! Open your eyes. Stay with me, Whumpee.”

But Whumpee didn’t open their eyes. Didn’t stir. They lay there peacefully in the rubble of the building around them. Covered in blood and dirt, Whumpee lay still even as Caretaker begged them to open their eyes. Lay still even as emergency services team pulled in. Lay still as the team pulled Caretaker from their side. And Whumpee lay still even as Caretaker began to sob, desperately pleading for anyone to help Whumpee.  

[cagesings]

@soldwrecked's art donaldson sent: ❀  - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: asking your muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else

abandoning all other thought, she immediately ran to art's side the moment that tennis ball hit him hard enough to knock him over. "are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?" moving faster from between her lips than she realizes. the poor man got the wind knocked out of him and here she is interrogating him. in her haste, johanna had forgotten her little bag of medical supplies -- which she's remembered to keep handy on her for cases such as these. with worried glances over her shoulder and frantic promises to be quick, she sprints there and back. after running through a quick set of questions to make sure he wasn't concussed ( johanna isn't entirelly convinced he isn't ), she pulls out a small tube.

❝ this has vitamin k in it. that helps with bruises and you'll have a nasty one after that. you can put it on yourself or you could -- ❞ eyes widen when he says that he wants her to do it for him. she does have more training in this circumstance, she supposes as she begins to rub it into his skin, as gently as she can manage. her eyes continue to widen as she realizes . . .

oh. oh.

he must be concussed.

gaze falls away from where she's working. using the back of her hand, she tucks a stray curl behind her ear. it's useless. the hair springs back to it's previous position. oh, goodness. he knows what he's doing, isn't he? they've known each other for years. art knows exactly what makes her flustered -- knows how touch plays a special part in getting her to blush and stumble over her words -- and he's using such a weakness on her right now. yet johanna feels herself moving closer to him.

❝ um, are you sure you're not dizzy? or your head hurts? or-or feel nauseas? are your ears ringing? ❞ slowly, she dares to look back at his face. ❝ i should get you some ice. ❞

[shiigures-a]

Gentleness Action Prompts

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@sozokami said: classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary from Zoro

"Hey careful with that Roronoa. It stings!!". Maybe it was a good thing last time when the marine was passed out from her wounds in Punk Hazard because the pirate hunter didn't really know how to take care of a person properly. Not like Tashigi had high hopes for Zoro in the first place but what about his own injuries? Surely the pirate hunter had lived this long without kicking the bucket so Roronoa had to know some basic medical knowledge or else he would be dead in a ditch somewhere a long time ago.

Although, the marine's complaint must had gotten through to the man because Zoro had stopped and carefully made sure that the wound didn't open up again. Tashigi swore she also heard a muttered sorry underneath the pirate hunter's breath for hurting her. As if this was anything to be in pain with. She's endured much worse than a slight scratch. Had she been a little dramatic because Tashigi was in a certain mosshead's presence? Yeah but who could blame her? Still, the marine didn't really like the silence treatment she had gotten after her little outburst.

"Look. I'm sorry. It's not that bad of a cut. I'm tougher than I look okay? And no, me passing out during that battle in the Biscuit Room doesn't count. I was going up against a devil fruit user. Even your captain couldn't defeat her that one time. Hey, don't look at me like that!!" Whoops. Now Tashigi is in argue mode. Too bad the slight tender part has passed now.

[samble-moved]

one of the strays i feed is limping but wasn't earlier. no clue what could have happened but will be monitoring the situation.

[corgiqueen14]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Bobby Nash, Howie "Chimney" Han, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, Day 6, Earthquakes, Crushed by furniture, Because Buck's loft gives me ANXIETY, Technophobe Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Near Death Experiences, Probably a little PTSD, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 6 of CorgiQueen14's Whumptober 2022 Summary:

Buck was just trying to get some sleep on a day off. And now he was trapped in the rubble. Why did this have to happen to him??

Whumptober Day 6: "I've got a pulse"/Screams from across the hall

[firstmategod]

@aleximedicus​ said: [ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed.

as much as he hated anything to do with surgery, and as much as he’d never admit it, izzy had a bit of a soft spot for lewis.  maybe it was because of his history, or because of how necessary a surgeon was to a ship, or just because the aftermath of violence always made izzy just a little bit more sated and agreeable, but as soon as he saw the blood pool under lewis’s hands, izzy was immediately running to his side and guiding him to sit on an overturned crate. “the fuck kind of surgeon gets fucking stabbed?“ his voice wasn’t quite soft, but it was certainly not as cruel as it could have been, as his hands set to work unbuttoning lewis’s waistcoat. by the time he got to the surgeon’s shirt, he’d lost his patience entirely, and simply sliced it off of him with a quick, dexterous flash of his knife. “what the actual fuck were you doing out of sickbay?“