#foot surgeon

[moonj-fool]

bro is NOT beating the cutie patootie allegations

[kazieka]

finally got rid of my vape so i need everyone to clap and cheer for me immediately bc i am going to be so annoying about it for the next two weeks

[musedriven]

hello tiny update while I have a moment. I have an apt Wednesday w a specialist to decide what my options are for my booboo but it isn’t looking too optimistic? I’m hoping they handle it all then and there but it’s probably just a consultation. I’m spooked and stressed and I really appreciate the kind words sent my way. I love you guys and I’ll hopefully be able to actually be on here soon 💜

[whumpacabra]

Chapter 6. Othered

Past self harm, dissociation, knife wound, hand trauma, implied painful shapeshifting, whump of a minor [11], implied past abuse, past trauma, implied fantasy racism

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“How is he?” Kell was practically on the verge of tears themself. They didn’t know how Misha could smile and joke while bandaging Finn’s bloodied hand. Even less so since Finn hadn’t squeaked, hadn’t mumbled or so much as looked at anyone since Kell found the boy cutting himself to pieces in the kitchen.

“…I’m not sure. His - his other hand. Never seen anything like it.” Misha’s smile dropped the second he turned away from the lad, still listless and hollowed out where he sat on the floor of the bunk area. The medic had never looked so unsure, so shaken. “The captain - “

“No.” Kell had been adamant when they first flagged down the medic and begged for his discrete assistance. They knew too well Flint’s past to trust him with Finn’s future, not when he was - well, when the boy wasn’t human.

At first glance Kell thoughts it was burns, the bleaching of White Fire or eel spit, the way Finn’s recently sun tanned hands were a shock of white. But the webbing, the curl of blunt, black claws where his chipped and bitten fingernails once resided - that was beyond human injury. Human anatomy.

And Finn had tried to hide it from them.

To the point of cutting it away himself.

“I cannot - I cannot treat him if I don’t know what - what to do about - about this.” Misha splayed his own hand for emphasis, trying to keep his voice quiet as though Finn couldn’t hear them at this proximity. (He probably couldn’t - eyes empty and expression slack.)

“The captain - do not tell the captain about this. You - Finn’s terrified - was terrified we would see whatever this is. The captain won’t… Sweet Marie. We can ask her.”

“You fetch her. I…don’t think he should be alone right now.” Misha said with a nod, turning back to Finn and crouching in front of the shivering child, whispering comforts that fell on unhearing ears.

Kell swallowed their fear and put on a brave face, tossing their locs over their shoulder. Keeping secrets from each other was almost impossible - and strictly against the code. Keeping this secret from the captain… Kell wasn’t sure how long they could do it, but for Finn’s sake, they hoped it was long enough to figure out what to do with him.

Marie was above, scouring the decks with sharp eyes from the helm. Finn was supposed to be learning the wind patterns with her… She caught sight of Kell where they emerged from the hold, the pair locking eyes for a brief moment. She could see that something was wrong, immediately stepping away from her post and descending with them to the bunks.

“What happened?” There was an uncharacteristic anxiety in her husky voice. She noticed that Kell didn’t go straight to Flint.

“It’s - here, Misha.” Kell took a lantern from the wall, the dim light illuminating Finn’s tear stained face and the fresh blood stains on his borrowed shirt. Sweet Marie’s breathing stuttered, a flash of grief and fear across her face as she looked between the boy and Misha, who sat next to him with a protective arm over his shaking shoulders.

“Kell found him in the kitchen. Cut - cut his left hand. Much the way they were the first night.” Misha gingerly held up Finn’s freshly bandaged hand, red already leaking through the bandages. (Kell could almost swear the white blotches around his wrist had faded closer to his natural color in the past few minutes.)

“Finn hurt himself?” Marie’s worry was boiling over to anger - not at the boy, of course. Kell shrank with an apologetic grimace. It had been their duty to keep an eye on him, it was their fault he slipped away -

“He didn’t want us to see this.” Misha continued, gesturing Marie crouch as he tentatively lifted Finn’s other hand.

Kell was right - the blotches had faded, at least from their pure white glow to a more natural if still too-pale hue. But the webbing remained, thick and purposeful between his fingers, black claws shining in the lamplight as Misha splayed the boy’s hand. Sweet Marie inhaled sharply, but the glint in her eyes wasn’t fear or disgust. Curiosity tinged with compassion, the same as that welling in Kell’s heart.

“Flint?”

“Doesn’t know.” They assured her, her face hardening as she nodded. “Do…do you know - ?”

“Nothing I’ve ever seen before.” She muttered, cautiously taking Finn’s hand from Misha, running her fingers over the discolored skin. “Finn, sweetheart, can you look at me?”

He flinched at his name, but didn’t raise his head. For a few grim moments, Kell worried whatever goodwill and rapport the crew had built with the boy had been completely shattered. But, head wobbling on an unsteady neck, he slowly raised his dim, blood shoot eyes to Marie’s face. She gave his hand, inhuman but unharmed, a gentle squeeze.

“We won’t tell the captain. But…do you know why this happened?”

(Did the boy even know what he was?)

Finn’s eyes fled her face, but he nodded, biting the inside of his cheek surely hard enough to draw blood. Kell crouched, hoping their presence added to this circle of safety instead of detracting from it. Finn glanced at them, eyes apologetic.

“Was it the sea water?” They prompted, knowing how rarely Finn spoke even when completely comfortable. The boy’s eyes flashed to them, wide and brimming with tears of fear. Another nod. “Okay. It’s okay, Finn, we just - we’re trying to figure out how to help you.”

The lad’s expression crumbled, a pillar worn away by the tide finally collapsing into the sea. The distinctly inhuman chirp of a whine in Finn’s throat dissolved into a sob, and he let Misha cradle him onto his lap. Kell took a steadying breath and met Marie’s pensive eyes.

Figuring out how to help him was going to be difficult, if they didn’t even know what he was.

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[bobmckenzie]

I DO think randall would retire from the medical field pretty early to pursue writing pulpy horror books. i believe that so firmly it's like canon to me.

[dreamlogic]

2024 year of charlie gets a fucking break (hopefully. maybe. tbd.)

[faggotcitosis]

i wish there was a pill you could take that would make your big toenail stop growing ingrown

[okaihauexpress]

with every episode of jet lag the game i want sam to rearrange my internal organs more

[caffeinatedkris]

Order these smart socks today! Great gift idea for doctors, nurses, and anyone with feet. The more you order, the more you save!

[needlepokes]

seeing my body successful scab and heal a pretty big wound on my foot hits different as a diabetic

[squidsandthings]

Hypothetically, if a certain someone performed one free surgery on you Wednesday night, which surgery would you prefer? Any suggestions? (It's for practice)

Ooo, interesting ask

I'm pretty busy Wednesdays but I might be able to squeeze you in for a 7pm. I would say if I'm getting it for free I'm open to pretty much anything. I won't mind removing all the corn from my lungs if that's an option.

[suratdiabeticfootcare]

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