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[healthmonastery]

How to Check Blood Pressure Manually at Home?

Hypertension or high blood pressure pose a significant global health burden. In the present era it’s no more a disease of elderly population and has spread its feet widely across our young and productive age group. In this blog you will know “How to check blood pressure manually at home” correctly. Blood Pressure Definition Hypertension is a measure of the amount of resistance heart has to face…

[on-my-way-to-the-woods]

It's not even been a full week yet (😭) but here's the summary of the last most-of-a-week:

My landlord appeared finally but unexpectedly. He's told us he was coming "tomorrow" a ton of times but didn't give warning about this one. He did finally pick up the tree he cut down... IDK, some time before last October - now that the city sent him a big fine a few weeks ago. He also mowed half the lawn (eating the extension cord we use to add lights to the porch 🫤). Mowing isn't his job, we do that. When I went out to say hi (and nudge him about fixing the leaking plumbing) he hurriedly made an excuse about needing to buy a belt for the mower and left. It's been 6 days and the mower is still in my yard 🤦

Had a therapy appointment. My therapist laughed at the face I made when I was trying to figure out how to describe the sensation I get from my new rescue inhaler. The feelings on that one are clearly more conflicted than my glowing review of how much the increased ICS is helping me 😅 I'm seriously unsure if I'm experiencing actual side effects or if SAMA inhalers are supposed to feel like a it's creature crawling down your throat and then crawling back up and building a nest under your jaw. It's disconcerting to say the least

5hr long medical testing for F. The results were normal. Whee

F got referred to a specialist about two weeks ago. They were able to get her in this week (and most of that wait was for verifying coverage - I was impressed). They recommended she get admitted to the associated hospital. They're supposed to be great, they can use stuff we can't administer at home, meds can be changed quickly (no back and forth MyChart messages), etc. They checked and insurance should cover it. We were excited, but also it was unexpected and we were several hours from home. The doctor said that the hospital provides medications - you're not supposed to bring your own except in very rare cases where they don't stock it - and they'd looked over F's list of current meds and said it'd be fine so we went out and bought some clothes and some toiletries. They did not have F's medications. On top of that, they apparently don't just order the stuff they don't have like a normal pharmacy would - and I'm not talking about rare stuff here, fucking Zyrtec was one of the medications they have not been able to provide. I was not able to go back the next day because I had my own medical appointment several hours in the other direction that I'd been waiting on for 7 months, so F went about 48hrs without multiple medications and no alternatives were offered (hell, if we weren't checking in with every staff member that stopped by I don't think we would have learned that the hospital pharmacy wasn't going to provide some of the stuff). I'm sure their care for the one condition is great, but they're royally fucking their progress on that front by royally fucking the rest of her care. She's not allowed to take any meds herself, they have to be provided to her by the staff (which has it's reasons), so it took over 2hrs from when she first needed her inhaler to when she actually received the proper medication 🤬 It has been a mess (and that's only one of several complaints I have)

I had my POTS evaluation finally. No tilt table or anything yet, just sit in the chair and check vitals then stand and check vitals every few minutes. It was one of the usual BP/HR machines you see in medical settings, nothing special, so it kept beeping loudly to draw attention to the high hear rate - it was a long ten minutes 😅 My sitting HR was above 100, but I still managed to more than beat the 30bpm change when standing criteria for POTS. I appreciated the provider, they're sure my problems all linked somehow and spent some time mulling not only on their area of specialty, but on my other symptoms as well. They also did a good job of providing support across the board: I have been given lifestyle recs, a beta blocker to try (a more selective one so hopefully no respiratory problems), and further testing - both testing towards ruling out other heart problems (I have one of those stick on heart rate monitors right now and an echo scheduled) and testing towards figuring out the cause of all this (more cancer tests and testing for tick borne illnesses). I was worried about this appointment, I'm not great at advocating for myself and usually F & I go together to all appointments, but it turned out well so far.

The first night with the heart rate monitor I didn't sleep at all because I was trying to pack everything F needs and find all her medications - after getting back late from my appointment.

Of course, it also happens to be the one week where I could get free bloodwork for the critters, so then I get to leave at 5am to drive them 2hrs away to get their own blood draws. Fun for the whole family this week.

After that, back to F, and I just kinda napped in the chair on and off as I did things like bring her ice packs because the room is not working for her heat-intolerance and bother the staff because she really needs that levalbuterol right now thank you (not the staff's fault, but someone needs to keep checking on it in order to keep it moving). Unfortunately, I have had to leave her because I'm exhausted and mildly allergic to the hospital - enough that I can be there, but it's not restful and I'm so worn out I had to go spend a day or two at home to recover :/ Can't have both of us trashed, but it's also not going well for her. Having me there doesn't make much of an impact on the problems, but at least then she's not alone :/

[nightscythe]

serious questions for anyone who has 1. been diagnosed/treated by adhd360 or 2. taken elvanse (think its vyvanse in the us):

sorry it got a bit long

with adhd360 did you have any concerns about how they diagnosed you or treated you? i was diagnosed with adhd last year (not privately funded, i used right to choose because i have a major conflict of interest with my local nhs trust) and since then i've had a few "questionable" experiences -

the assessor changed my childhood to match the narrative they were creating. ie directly from my assessment letter "remembers frequent arguments with her siblings, which created a tense home atmosphere" - i have one sibling, and we argued a bit but the tense home atmosphere was definitely not because of that?

a while ago i had a blood transfusion due to severe ida which was causing my diastolic bp to skyrocket when i took elvanse. i told them this, it was like 120/100 most days so i was being told to take it in the evening so it was lower?

at the same time i was only taking 30mg of elvanse (now i take 60mg and have no issues) and was almost being pressured to take more, even though i was clearly having massive issues with the lowest dose? i mean both 50mg and 70mg.

when speaking with another clinician about the dosage, they were very surprised that i had basically been left to titrate doses myself (ie, here's 70mg, if you feel like 50mg works take it, if you feel like 60mg works take it?). it made sense to me at the time but.. yeah?

she didn't know how to measure blood pressure without using a machine? they teach you that in your first year in nursing and i was under the impression that was her background?

i guess to me, and i'm biased because patient safety/governance has always been my field of work, this seems a bit negligible?

and for elvanse/vyvanse in general:

is it normal to kinda just be left to sort out your own dose with monthly-ish checks from your provider?

are you allowed to mix it in water to choose your own dose? (as i know someone else who takes a different adhd medication was strictly told not to do this)

are there any major red flags that you shouldn't be taking elvanse/vyvanse?

thank you in advance for any comments, luckily because of my job i meet with my icb quality team quite a bit and i can raise a concern with confidence, but not sure if i'm just overreacting (ie the assessment thing, she may have just misunderstood?)

dm me or send an ask if you'd prefer to keep it private. appreciate it and thank you in advance!

[sarcasticbabywhispererjess]

Attn: Talk of death and dying of babies. Please feel free to scroll on without reading (I also wrote a lot, so I doubt many people will take the time to read it).

I ended my three night stretch by being a post-mortem photographer since the last two nights at work have been madness.

Really classic full moon shift on Saturday. Our one kid that had come in during day shift and soft crashed onto ECMO (I say soft crashed because they managed to never lose a heart rate and need compressions because of many doses of Epi). I was support nurse both nights (aka I didn't have a patient assignment, I just help everyone out if/when they need it) and on Saturday my other support nurse and both charges spent most of their time with the patient on ECMO that wasn't doing well. Then at 0620 they lost their HR and a code was called. Which would have been less of an emergency if the ECMO machine was circulating well, but it really hadn't been all night. I was on the opposite side of the unit at the time and I hustled to get over there. Ultimately the code was successful in that we got the ECMO to work, but we never got the HR back. From the ECHO we did the heart was bad, we'd done a bedside CT during dayshift and it wasn't great. They did eventually did withdrawal and the baby passed.

Last night started out pretty slow. Then the little 500g preemie that had perfed their bowel and had bedside surgery on Friday to place drains (they usually opt to do that with the very little ones instead of fully opening the belly to remove any dead bowel) decided to start acting up. Their pressor had been turned off during the day, it was back on and higher than before. Their blood gas at midnight was terrible. The attending got very hyperfocused on thinking that it was maybe a pericardial effusion because they had had a deep PICC (though, she admitted later, her perception was skewed because of a baby that had recently had that happen). What was actually most likely happening was more of their bowel was dying. Although we didn't lose the HR for the first couple of hours (though there were a few deep bradys when we were putting the Bovi pad on to prep for another bedside surgery) because, again, we were giving Epi boluses and had started a drip. Unfortunately once the surgeons got the belly open the baby started to brady, we lost the IV access we'd been using for all our IV push drugs, and then they were asystolic. Per the conversation the attending had had with the family prior to starting surgery it was decided to just quickly close the baby up so family could hold before they died (though they were already mostly gone). After they had stopped manipulating the bowel we did get a bradycardic HR back (not sure if it was PEA or not since no one checked for a pulse, though we might not have been able to feel on either way since the BP was so low). The complexes fairly quickly became wider and slowed down until they again flatlined. Unfortunately they had fully passed just before we got family into the room. A while later after they'd had their bath and spent time with the family, I went in with the bedside nurse to get hand and footprints for the legacy boxes we make for these situations. Once we were done with that we started taking some pictures including some with parents. I'm not really much of a photographer especially with just an iPhone, but I got some fairly good pictures. My faves were close-ups of their tiny little hands and feet... probably because they look quite dead in all the pictures. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to get the picture printer to work, so that became a day shift opportunity because it was like 0650 and I had to give report so I could go home.

It's been a while since I've had a group of shifts like that. I'm hoping this isn't starting another grouping of patient deaths like we had a while back. I have one day off and I'm back as support again on Tuesday night. I did have plans to maybe be semi productive today and make it to the gym, but I never got a break last night and I'm a little behind on sleep from the last few days... so I'm just going to nap and chill today.

[lifesaverincgroup]

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[rupal1234]

Choosing the Right Digital BP Machine: Features to Consider for Accurate Readings

When it comes to monitoring your blood pressure at home, having a reliable and accurate device is crucial. One of the best options available today is the Digital BP Machine. These machines offer an easy and efficient way to keep track of your health without the need for a healthcare professional. Whether you're using it for routine checkups or monitoring a medical condition, it’s essential to choose a device that ensures accurate readings every time. Digital BP Machines come in various models, each with unique features designed to suit different needs. But with so many options out there, how do you make the right choice? Here’s a guide to help you navigate through the key features to look for when choosing a digital BP machine.

1. Accuracy and Calibration

Accuracy should be your top priority when choosing a Digital BP Machine. An inaccurate reading can lead to improper treatment and health issues being overlooked. It's crucial to choose a machine that has been clinically validated for accuracy. Look for devices that meet the standards set by organizations like the American Heart Association (AHA) or the European Society of Hypertension (ESH). Many digital BP machines come pre-calibrated, but some allow for manual calibration to ensure readings remain precise over time.

2. Ease of Use

Another feature to consider is the ease of use. A Digital BP Machine should be user-friendly, especially if you are not accustomed to using medical devices. Look for machines with a clear, large display that shows your blood pressure and pulse rate in large, easy-to-read numbers. Some machines even have voice prompts to guide you through the process, making them ideal for elderly users. Additionally, the cuff size should be appropriate for your arm to ensure a comfortable fit, which will lead to more accurate readings.

3. Memory and Storage

Many Digital BP Machines come with memory storage that allows you to save and track your readings over time. Some devices can store up to 90 readings for two users, while others may store more or less. This feature is especially useful for those who need to track their blood pressure regularly or share the device with a family member. With a memory function, you can easily compare your current readings with past ones, providing your doctor with valuable information for better diagnosis.

4. Inflation Technology

Look for a Digital BP Machine with automatic inflation technology. This feature ensures that the cuff inflates to the right level automatically, which is both convenient and accurate. Some models even have "smart inflation" technology that adjusts the inflation level based on your arm size and reading, making them more comfortable and reducing the chance of false readings.

5. Portability

If you're someone who needs to monitor your blood pressure on the go, portability should be a key factor in your decision-making process. Many Digital BP Machines are lightweight and compact, making them easy to carry around. Some models come with a travel case, so you can safely store the device and take it with you wherever you go. A portable device ensures that you don't miss any important health checks when traveling or working.

6. Power Source

Another important consideration is the power source. Some Digital BP Machines operate on batteries, while others have rechargeable batteries or even USB charging ports. If you’re constantly on the move, a rechargeable model might be more convenient. Battery-operated devices are typically more portable, but you may need to replace the batteries more frequently. Consider how often you plan to use the machine and whether a battery-powered or rechargeable model would be more suitable for your needs.

7. Price and Warranty

While price shouldn’t be the only factor in your decision, it’s still an important consideration. There are Digital BP Machines available at various price points, so it’s essential to choose one that fits your budget while still offering the features you need. Additionally, consider the warranty provided with the machine. A good warranty ensures that you can get the device repaired or replaced if it malfunctions within a certain period.

Conclusion

Choosing the right Digital BP Machine requires careful consideration of several important features. From accuracy and ease of use to connectivity with a Digital BP Machine App, each factor plays a crucial role in ensuring that you get accurate readings and manage your blood pressure effectively. By taking the time to evaluate the options available, you can make an informed decision that best suits your health needs and lifestyle.

Whether you’re looking for advanced features or something simple and portable, there’s a digital BP machine out there that can meet your needs. Don’t forget to explore apps that help you track your readings conveniently and share your data with healthcare professionals. This will ensure that you are not only monitoring your blood pressure accurately but also managing it effectively for long-term health benefits.

[missblissy]

Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??

((Of course Nonny!! Sorry for such a wait!! I've got a lot of these to work on lol. REMEMBER!! REQUEST ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW, EVERYONE!! IF YOU SEND ONE IN I WILL NOT DO IT! I've had a few other people send some in and I'm sorry to say I have to delete them. I do not have any more room to take any more prompt requests. Thank you everyone for understanding! NOW.... Enjoy the Modern!AU Angst >:D))

1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.

You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"

How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.

You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.

And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.

He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.

Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"

"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.

"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.

He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.

The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"

He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.

Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."

He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.

With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."

The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-

Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.

You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.

"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"

He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.

It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.

When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.

You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.

"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.

He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.

You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."

Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.

"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.

With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."

[the-real-tc]

Bad Business Ch. 8: Hunter & the Hunted

Author's Note: It is with extreme anxiety that I post this latest chapter. The stakes are higher than ever, and I'm afraid things still aren't being made very clear, and suspects will still be plentiful.

***

To the childless wife he gives a home, and gladdens her heart with children.

- Ps. 113

Chapter 8:

Hunter and the Hunted

Jack glanced up at the clock and pouted: it was three minutes to nine o'clock in the evening. An earlier announcement reminded all visitors of the approaching end to visiting hours for the day. His time with Lisa, in his opinion, had been all-too-short since she regained consciousness.

"I wish you could stay," Lisa said, even as she yawned, sleep threatening to overtake her. "Talking to the cops today still has me all wrung out."

"I know," Jack murmured. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Jack, they had the audacity to suggest you might have had something to do with what happened to me," Lisa said, finally feeling comfortable enough to tell him. "They asked me about my will."

Jack grimaced, thinking about his own earlier bad dream. "I figured they would."

Lisa shook her head. "I tried to tell them there's no way my loving husband was capable of something like this."

"Thanks for that, Lis," Jack uttered, looking at her with great tenderness. She returned his gaze, thinking how lucky she was to have this wonderful man in her life. He held her right hand in his, gently massaging her knuckles with his thumb, making sure he avoided the I.V. lines.

Another announcement sounded now, insisting all non-staff make their exit as visiting hours were over.

"I guess this is goodnight," she said, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from his soothing grasp.

"But I'll be back tomorrow," Jack pledged as he stood to depart. "Maybe I can plan to stay overnight then, if they'll let me."

"Yeah? Promise?"

"I promise," Jack said, smiling indulgently. "I love you, Lis."

"I love you more, Cowboy."

He bent over her and kissed her lightly on the lips. He was rewarded by her smile of complete contentment. "'Bye," he whispered.

"'Bye," she answered, eyes already closing, but the smile lingered.

***

Jack waited for an elevator to reach his floor. With visiting hours concluded, non-staff activity on the unit had been winding down, and the corridors were fairly empty. When the elevator arrived, Jack stepped aside to let the single occupant—fully dressed in scrubs, surgical cap and mask—disembark. He stepped into the cab to descend. Jack nearly reached his parking lot level when he realised he had forgotten his hat behind in Lisa's hospital room. The thought crossed his mind to just leave it there for now; after all, it would be waiting for him tomorrow when he returned to see Lisa again.

No, he thought, head feels too bare. Plus, it would be another excuse to see his wife, even if it was for a few more seconds. He tapped the number on the display screen to Lisa's floor for the elevator to carry him back. So what if it was already past visiting hours? Surely they would not begrudge him this little errand.

"I forgot my hat," he said sheepishly to the nurse at the desk when he retraced his steps.

"Go on," she said with a knowing smile, waving him through.

***

Lisa had barely begun to drift off when she sensed the presence of someone else in the dim room. Probably another nurse coming for night-check, she thought sleepily. Things had reached a point where she simply let the hospital staff go about their business, whether it was checking her BP, temperature, I.V. lines, the pulse/ox machines, catheter, or whatnot. Sure enough, she could hear the sounds of the other person fiddling around with the medical machinery next to the bed. Next, her nasal cannula was gently removed. Without any warning, something soft yet unyielding dropped heavily onto her entire head, face and neck.

What on earth?! Lisa thought in panic, as her ability to draw a breath ceased completely. Something was suffocating her! Or was it someone?!

I can't breathe! Somebody help me! Her frantic thoughts screamed. She reached blindly for the call button, but it was not in its usual place by her side. Lisa next attempted to raise her right fist to combat this unexpected assault since her injured left arm would be too weak in this fight. Dull blows landed ineffectively on what she imagined might be her assailant's shoulder. She dug her fingernails uselessly into a large hand that was double-gloved. Whatever he was forcing down onto her face remained firmly in place. She tried to cry out, but her voice was totally muted by what she rightly guessed was a pillow. With her strength waning, Lisa desperately attempted to squirm away; the brute responded by leaning against her, using his body weight to keep her from escaping.

I need air! Lisa's already tortured lungs felt like they were burning. Pressure was building in her chest to intolerable levels. An awful stabbing sensation erupted in her left side without warning. Dizzying patterns of coloured blobs and flashes spun and swirled behind her eyelids like a kaleidoscope.

No! I can't die like this! Please, someone, anyone... please come now! Jack!

Blackness engulfed her as consciousness sank away.

***

The door to Lisa's room was unexpectedly closed when Jack arrived, causing him to wonder if there was some sort of private consultation or assessment going on between Lisa and her doctors. Odd for this hour, he mused. He gave the door a gentle tap just in case as he opened it. His eyes immediately fell on a nightmarish scene.

A man—dressed in the same scrubs and the same surgical cap and mask Jack had seen only minutes earlier on the elevator—was leaning over Lisa. Even from this vantage point, he could see the man was smothering her with a pillow. Not just smothering her; he was actively killing her.

Jack did not waste another second. A bellow of fury erupted from his mouth as he charged forward like a wild bull. His target barely had time to react, turning slightly in surprise at the sudden yell. From behind, Jack roughly locked his arm around the other man's neck to drag him away from Lisa.

His quarry delivered a swift elbow to the ribs, causing Jack to gasp in pain. His grip slackened. It was enough for the villain to break free and go on the offensive. Three hard blows landed in quick succession: first to Jack's gut, jaw, then his temple.

The old cowboy staggered back, bringing a hand up to cup the side of his aching head. Though he was hurting, a potent, blind rage continued to propel him towards this piece of scum who dared to harm his wife. Thankfully, he had a slight advantage in height and weight. First, Jack blocked another punch coming his way; next, he slung out a well-aimed fist of his own. With satisfaction, Jack felt his left knuckles connect solidly with the right cheekbone of the other man. Crunch! He followed with a right uppercut to the villain's chin, snapping his head back. An agonized grunt escaped his target's lips. Jack wanted to apply more damage, worked up as he was, adrenalin pumping through his veins. His initial yell of rage and sounds of their brawl, however, had begun to attract the attention of the staff, and the sound of scurrying feet and shouts outside the room put the attacker on alert.

"Code White! Unit 52! Code White! Unit 52!" droned a voice over the public address system.

"Outta my way, old man!" came the goon's muffled croak. He roughly shouldered Jack aside. Caught off-balance, Jack could not catch hold of him as he swept past to the freedom of the open door.

"Stop him!" Jack yelled hoarsely as he turned to give chase, but it was already too late. The other man was a good sprinter and had already disappeared down a hall to a stairwell exit. With dismay, Jack instinctively knew that by the time hospital Protective Services could converge on the unit, Lisa's attacker would be long gone.

Lisa! Was she okay?

"I need help in here, now!" he rasped, even as he rushed to her side. The pillow was still partially obscuring her head. Jack flung it aside to reveal a deathly pale face and blue lips just as three nurses bolted into the room.

"He-he was suffocating her with the pillow. I don't think she's breathing," Jack managed to gasp, horrified at the sight.

"Move aside!" Nurse Cheryl commanded.

Numbly, Jack managed to stumble out of the way, nearly tripping over his own feet.

This can't be happening... This can't be happening... The words beat through his brain cells on repeat mode while the nurses turned machines back on and checked Lisa's vital signs. He heard Cheryl call out "Code Blue!" and watched in disbelief as she began to administer CPR. The medical emergency in Lisa's room rang out over the public address system, bringing emergency staff hustling in with a crash cart.

"You'll have to leave," another nurse said, taking hold of Jack's arm. "Give them space. Let them work."

Jack allowed himself to be pulled out of the room, shock starting to overtake his senses as the adrenalin rush subsided.

Let her live, please! I can't... lose her... There was so much going on Jack lost track. Unidentifiable voices called out instructions.

"Charging!"

"Hands off!"

"C'mon, Lisa!"

Medications were administered. Machines whined and buzzed. Another stretcher arrived.

"Let's move!"

In a blur, the emergency team hustled Lisa's still form out of the room.

"Where-where are you taking her?" Jack called out to them. They paid him no heed and simply raced down the hallway towards a bank of elevators. He wanted so very badly to follow them, but Nurse Cheryl came to his side.

"She needs immediate surgery," Cheryl puffed, still catching her breath from her recent exertion. "Let them go."

"Surgery?!" he yelped, staring at her in stunned distress.

"She stopped breathing," Cheryl explained. "As a consequence, she went into cardiac arrest. We got her heart going again, but we think her lung re-collapsed. They're taking her to fix it."

"W-Will she be okay?"

"I don't know, Jack," Cheryl replied honestly, looking up at him with great sympathy. "I don't know how long she went without oxygen. There could be complications with her lungs. There could be irreversible brain damage. We just have to wait and see and let the doctors do their work."

Jack felt his gut clench and his fists tighten involuntarily, suddenly wishing there was something he could smash.

"Are you all right?" Cheryl asked, scrutinizing his face more intently now. "You were assaulted too, weren't you?"

"It's nothing," Jack muttered, rubbing his sore knuckles and working his jaw.

"Where did he hit you?" Cheryl asked in a tone that left no room for avoidance.

"Here, here, and here," Jack eventually admitted, indicating his abdomen, his jaw, and the side of his head.

"We should get you checked out."

"I don't want—" Jack protested, but she cut him off.

"Hey! You'll do your wife no favours if that guy gave you a concussion—or worse—a subdural hematoma when he hit you," Cheryl sternly pointed out. "Sit down here and don't move until I get a doctor. Understand?"

"Fine," Jack groused, recognizing the truth in her words. He sank into a chair, still unable to comprehend what had just happened.

That man tried to kill Lisa! If I hadn't forgotten my hat... if I hadn't come back... She would be... No, it was too awful to contemplate that tragic outcome. Even so, there was no telling if she would survive this second attempt on her life.

Overwhelmed, Jack put his head in his hands, feeling the tears come of their own volition.

***

Jack rebuttoned his shirt after having been checked over by a doctor fetched by Nurse Cheryl.

"Lungs sound clear," Dr. Kaminska said, pulling the stethoscope from her ears and pushing the vital signs monitor cart aside. "But your pulse is still rapid and your blood pressure is a tad high. I suppose that is to be expected after what you just went through. Do you take any regular medications, Mr. Bartlett?"

"Not really," he replied. "Only for angina. But I haven't had an attack in a long time."

"Do you have your nitroglycerin tablets with you now?"

Jack nodded.

"All right, I want you to take one right away if you start feeling any discomfort. Don't tough it out and don't delay."

"I won't," Jack said.

"Good. You're going to have some swelling and some ugly bruising for a little while after the punches you took, so please take it easy. If you start experiencing headaches, sudden increased pain or nausea and vomiting, I want you to come to Emergency immediately. All right?"

"All right. Thanks, Doc."

"You're welcome. I pray your wife pulls through," Dr. Kaminska said kindly. "What has happened here tonight is extremely outrageous and upsetting."

Jack merely nodded.

"Hospital security and the police will want to talk to you now," she added. "I told them no one was to disturb you until I had checked you over to make sure you were okay."

"All right," Jack said. "Send them in."

***

Parker Residence, Hudson

"Chief, there's just been another attempt on Lisa Stillman's life."

James Parker's eyebrows shot to the ceiling as this piece of news registered. "What?! Kavanaugh, what the hell happened?"

"Calgary's people were over at the hospital investigating. They're saying security video recording shows a guy dressed in scrubs getting off the elevator on the floor of her recovery room," Kavanaugh said. "Coincidentally, Jack Bartlett was just getting on the same elevator. Anyway, the scumbag's head and face were covered with a surgical cap and mask, so we have no facial details. He just breezed right into her room and no one batted an eye because of course he didn't look out of place. The only reason Stillman is even alive is because Bartlett back-tracked to retrieve his forgotten hat. Walked in and found the bastard trying to suffocate her with a pillow."

"Low-tech, but effective," Parker muttered in distaste, already making a move to get down to headquarters.

"Yeah. They got into an altercation. Bartlett says he grabbed the guy and got in a few good punches, but he took a few of his own. Security personnel were too late to nab him; he's still on the loose, but they think he fled on a motorbike."

"They 'think'?!"

"Hospital security cams around the time of the attack show the man dressed in the scrubs taking off on foot out of a south stairwell fire exit. He sprinted off through the parking lot and out onto Front Street. The next time they pick him up visually, it's on the traffic cams, and he's on a motorcycle. Unfortunately, they lost him once he was outside Calgary city limits, heading south. He must have turned off some country road somewhere and continued on to who knows where."

"Be impossible to track now," Parker lamented.

"They've issued a Canada-wide APB," Kavanaugh said. "We could get lucky."

"Yeah, right," Parker said, thinking how impossible it would be to find that particular needle in a haystack. "Is Stillman going to make it?"

"Last word is she was in surgery again," Kavanaugh said. "Her left lung re-collapsed in the attack. Time will tell if she'll pull through. If she does, I think we need to seriously look into some protection options."

"Agreed. Call the team back in and arrange a video conference with Calgary PD. Send them everything we have on the Stillman case so far, particularly the list of those investors. I'm on my way; we need to get to the bottom of this."

"Affirmative. See you soon."

***

Hudson Police Headquarters — 1:00 a.m.

"So, we're back to the targeted attack theory, then?" Kavanaugh asked.

"It would seem so," Parker replied. "And whoever it is, he's clearly not going to stop until she's dead."

"You know, I never liked Bartlett as our prime suspect, anyway," Patterson stated.

"Me, either, despite what he'd stand to gain with her out of the way," Kavanaugh remarked.

"The whole thing stinks, but not from the family," Parker declared. "I'm thinking it's got to be connected to this investors' group or her business life, and we need to find that connection before it's too late."

"The problem is we're not really turning up anything that would suggest a problem in her business life," Kavanaugh said.

"CRA audited her last tax season, though," another detective named Brian Benoit supplied.

"Yeah? They find anything fishy?" asked Parker.

"Nope. The only thing she was 'guilty' of was trying to sell a foreign property while trying to keep her business afloat here in Canada," Benoit said. "When the plan to sell the place fell through, she tried renting it. There were some seeming irregularities in her reporting of those rental revenues, but it was all sorted out."

"Yes, Jack Bartlett did mention that 'financial trouble' when I told him Lisa had been shot..." Parker said. "Time to talk to her staff and any business associates you can dig up, past and present. We need answers, and we need them fast."

"All right. We'll head to Fairfield Stables first thing in the morning to speak with her staff," Kavanaugh said.

"Good," Parker said.

Just then, the video call from the Calgary police went live, and Detective James Prescott's face popped up on the screen on the conference room wall.

"Thanks for taking the time out to chat with us, Detective Prescott," Chief Parker greeted the other man. "Any updates on the attack on Stillman?"

"Nothing past what we already know," Prescott said. "No hits on the APB, unfortunately."

"Anything shake out on your end with the list of the members of the investors' group we sent you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Prescott replied. "One of the names you gave us, 'Tanner Gunn'—we interviewed Gunn a year ago when the Barick murders took place. Lanny Barick and Tanner Gunn had some joint business interests at the time not related to their investors' group. Nothing raised any flags back then, but with the Stanton death and now these attempts on Stillman, we took a second look."

"Go on," Parker asked.

"We know Gunn was able to collect on an insurance policy when Barick died," Prescott said. "Now, before you get all excited, Gunn did have a valid reason for having that policy. The two of them had that shared business venture and had reciprocal life insurance policies. It's not unusual for this sort of thing to be in place so that if one of the business partners dies, the loss isn't so severe for the surviving partner."

"Right, 'insurable interest'," Parker said with a nod.

"Exactly. If Gunn had died first, Barick would have collected."

"Yeah, nothing really illegal about that, on the surface," Parker said.

"Right, but I'm waiting to hear back from one of my C.I.s who might have something that could be useful," Prescott said. "See, we had insufficient cause to dig deeper into Gunn's affairs a year ago, but now that all this has happened, we're digging deeper. And from what we're uncovering, it looks like he's been involving himself in some shady stuff."

Parker seized on this point. "How 'shady' are we talking?"

"We found out Gunn has been banned from every reputable casino in Western Canada," Prescott said, "and my informant thinks he's been frequenting some illegal gambling places in Calgary, Edmonton, and points in between."

"So Gunn has a gambling problem," Parker said. "Does he have a debt problem, too?"

"That's what we're trying to find out," Prescott answered. "There's some loan sharks a couple of my undercover guys are hoping to talk to."

"All right, keep us in the loop," Chief Parker said. "And thanks for doing the legwork on this angle."

"You're welcome," Det. Prescott said. "This hospital attack is our investigation, after all. We're of course very concerned about Ms. Stillman's safety."

"As are we. You think this guy is going to try again, don't you?" Parker asked.

"Undoubtedly," Prescott replied. "Whoever it was went to great lengths to stay concealed. This was no random attack."

"So what's your plan?" asked Parker.

"Given the seriousness of the situation, we believe desperate times call for desperate measures. I have a hunch about what's going on, so I'm recommending to my chief we place an immediate protection detail on Stillman if she pulls through tonight."

Parker nodded. "I was thinking the same," he said. "I only hope it will be enough. Now tell me more about this hunch of yours."

***

South Calgary Health Campus

"Tim, I need you to get up here to the hospital as soon as you can."

The sound of his ex-father-in-law's voice in his ear at this hour was not a pleasant one for Tim. "What? Why? What time is it?"

"Late!" Jack snapped.

"What's the matter?" Tim asked, Jack's tone making him change his line of questioning as concern for Lisa's well-being now replaced his irritation at being awakened. "I thought you'd be back home by now. Is Lisa okay?"

"Someone just tried to kill her, so no, she's not okay!"

"What?!" Tim exclaimed in disbelief. "Did you say someone just tried to kill her? Again?"

"Just get your butt down here, would you?" Jack implored. "I'll explain everything."

"Fine," Tim ground out. "All right. I can be there in about 45 minutes. You're lucky it's night so I'm not going to get stuck in traffic."

"Quit yapping and get moving!"

"All right! Hold your horses, I'm moving. Geez."

***

The news that Lisa had been attacked in her room meant the family at Heartland was on a razor's edge of anxiety. They all wanted to race out to the hospital in Calgary; Jack insisted it was enough for Tim to be there for the time being. After all, with visiting hours over for the night, they would not all be welcome to loiter in the hospital hallways.

While Lyndy slept in Katie's room, Lou, Amy, Ty, and Georgie decided to keep vigil together in the living room, silently waiting for any word, but it was an uneasy silence that gripped them. For that reason, everyone was startled when Ty's cell phone buzzed around 5:00 a.m.

Ty recovered quickly and looked at the screen. TIM. "It's your dad," he said to Amy and Lou.

"Hello, Tim?" he answered, rising from the couch as he did so. He listened carefully to the message being relayed by his father-in-law, making every effort not to let his emotions overtake him.

Three pairs of eyes remained fixed on Ty, each set trying to glean something—anything from his posture or his face that would tell them what was being discussed; anything that would tell them if they should prepare for the worst, or if they should be relieved.

"Thanks, Tim," Ty eventually said. "I'll tell them." He swallowed slowly and ended the call, slipping the phone into his pocket.

"What's going on?" Georgie asked with trepidation, unable to contain herself any longer.

Ty paused for a moment before responding, able only to speak a few words at first. "Tim says..."

"What?" Amy asked, eyes wide.

Ty blinked furiously. He felt his throat constrict, but knew he had to speak the news Tim relayed.

Georgie looked to be on the verge of tears. "Ty?" she whispered.

Somehow, Ty managed to get his mouth to sound out two more words:

"Lisa's gone."

With a cry, the teen fled up the stairs to her room. Lou was torn between wanting to comfort her daughter and dealing with her own emotions at this disastrous news.

"No," Amy whispered, feeling hot tears springing up beneath her eyelids. She leaned into Ty and he brought his lips to the side of her head, giving her a gentle kiss while wrapping his arm around her shoulder. No one said anything for several beats.

Lou finally broke the stifling, uncomfortable silence. "I should go up there," she said dully, staring up towards the loft. "I just have no idea what to say to her right now."

Lou tapped gently on Georgie's bedroom door. She could hear quiet sniffles coming from her eldest daughter, and her heart plummeted. Georgie always experienced emotions very deeply, usually expressing them openly and unabashedly.

"Georgie, honey, can I come in?" Lou softly called.

A muffled sigh and hiccup was the only response.

"I'm coming in," Lou said, ignoring the lack of verbal answer.

Georgie was sitting on her bed, legs drawn up, face buried in her arms.

"I'm a really horrible person!" Georgie exclaimed, raising her head to look at her mother.

"What? Why do you say that?" Lou asked, completely thrown by this unexpected outburst. "Georgie, what are you talking about?"

She came and sat next to Georgie, draping her right arm around the teen's trembling shoulders.

Georgie's tearstained eyes met Lou's. "When I first got here... when Clint let Jack be my temporary guardian... I..."

More tears flooded Georgie's eyes, as if she were recalling a particularly bitter memory.

"You what, Georgie? It can't be that bad," Lou said encouragingly.

Her words came tumbling out. "But it is, Lou! I said really terrible things to Lisa when she came to see Jack. All I knew was she was Jack's girlfriend, and I was mad because I thought she was going to make him spend less time with me, and I thought she was this rich, snobby, stuck-up lady. I was horrible to her, and I never told her I was sorry. I never got to take it back, and now..."

"Oh, Georgie..." Lou murmured. "Sweetheart, you have to know Lisa would have never held that against you. I've said horrible things to her, too."

"You have?" Georgie asked, in spite of herself.

"Oh, yes," Lou admitted with a sigh. "And if there's anything I can tell you about Lisa, it's that she was always quick to forgive... and she was usually the first to apologize. If she was ever upset at you for whatever it was you said, I'm sure she forgot about it a long time ago. She loved you, Georgie. She loved all of us. As if we were her own."

Speaking those words now, Lou felt a sudden void she had not experienced since hearing about Marion's death. It's like losing Mom all over again, she thought. Why did I never truly notice how much a part of this family's life Lisa became? Now she's gone...

Lou held her daughter even closer to her.

***

Fairfield Stables

"No!"

"Mr. Wilkes, I know this news comes as a shock," Det. Kavanaugh said as calmly as possible to Harry after his emotional reaction when told about Lisa. "I'm so sorry. You and the staff here at Fairfield have the sympathies of the entire Hudson police department."

Head groomsman and almost lifelong Fairfield employee Harry Wilkes raised his head from his hands. "How is this possible? I-I thought she was okay! I thought she was recovering after what happened! Now you're telling me someone got to her right in her hospital room last night?! How?!"

"That's what we're trying to find out," Patterson said in a soothing voice. "That's why we're here. It's vital we find out as much as we can about her life here at Fairfield as soon as possible. You can help us with that. Do you think you can answer some questions?"

Harry tried to compose himself even as tears spilled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I need a moment. Wait a minute, how is Jack? Is Jack okay? Does her sister—does Rachel know what's happened?"

"Mr. Bartlett is as well as can be expected, Mr. Wilkes," Patterson said gently. "I'm sure Ms. Stillman's sister has been notified."

Harry nodded and impatiently brushed aside the tears. "Sorry," he said again after blowing his nose. "This is so shocking and upsetting. I'm not sure how much help I can be, but of course I'll answer your questions. Anything to help you nail the bastard who did this."

"Thank you, Mr. Wilkes. We understand you worked for Matthew Stillman for many years before he passed," Kavanaugh began. "Then his daughter inherits Fairfield and steps in and makes massive changes to how things had been operating. Off the record: how was Lisa Stillman as a boss?"

Harry's eyes misted again, his gut clenching as he heard Kavanaugh use the past tense when referring to the woman he had watched grow up.

"Lisa... Lisa was a great boss," Harry gulped, swamped with emotion. "Not just to me; to all of us. Case in point: When she was going through a rough financial patch during the economic downturn a couple years back, she did everything she could not to lay off any of the staff, even though that's what her accountant recommended. I've known her since she was a wee little kid. She might have paid my salary, but Lisa was also a good friend. Everyone who worked for her would say the same thing. She could be demanding—it's a demanding business—but she was also fair."

Kavanaugh fired off a volley, calculated to catch Harry off-guard: "You said 'everyone who worked for her'. What about that jockey Lisa sacked about eight years ago?"

Harry fielded the question easily. "Who, Liam Comox?" A slight sneer crossed his face as he remembered the arrogant young man. "Never liked the guy, but Lisa saw potential in him. If there's anything she was guilty of, it would be that she was too generous with how many chances she gave someone; how much stock she put in them to be a better person. Anyway, last I heard, Comox went out East... Somewhere in Halifax or something like that. As much as I disliked him, I really don't think he had anything to do with this."

"And what about that manager—Laura Monson—who resigned last year under a cloud of controversy?" asked Patterson.

"Lisa wasn't even in the country when all that business with Shooting Star occurred," Harry said dismissively. "And Laura's decision to resign from Fairfield was her own."

"All right, level with us, Mr. Wilkes: did Lisa have any enemies in her business dealings? Disgruntled clients?" asked Kavanaugh.

"'Enemies'? 'Disgruntled clients'?" Harry echoed as he frowned, the furrows in his brow creasing deeply. "Not really. Fairfield is well-respected all over the world. Sure there have been clients who weren't happy with every single horse they ever bought from Lisa. But that's the nature of the business. Horses can come up lame. Winning potential isn't always fully realised. Like I said: Everyone loved Lisa. Well, that is to say... almost everyone..."

Kavanaugh looked at him sharply at this admission. "Explain."

Harry did not answer for a few beats, fumbling to find the right way to phrase the unsettling thoughts flitting through his mind. "Okay, it's not something we like to talk about," he began slowly, "but there are a lot of people out there who want to see horse racing go away. Permanently. They point to horse fatalities on the racetrack as reason enough to shut down the sport entirely. Fairfield has not been immune to that kind of criticism."

"And that 'criticism' you're talking about—anybody in particular been more than just a critic?" Kavanaugh queried.

There was a short pause while Harry considered the question carefully. "There was an animal rights group a while back," he eventually muttered, voice dripping with contempt. "Lisa got some nasty emails when one of her horses died in an accident on the racetrack. But it was an accident, pure and simple—not due to animal cruelty or mistreatment—not that any of it mattered to that particular group."

"Did Lisa report these 'nasty emails' to the police?" asked Patterson.

Harry frowned slightly. "I'm not sure. Maybe. She really didn't let that sort of thing get under her skin. Lisa loved those animals and she made sure they got the best care when they were at Fairfield. I just can't believe what's happened. Lisa didn't deserve this. I thank God her father isn't around anymore, because this would have killed him. I don't know what we're going to do... Lisa... you poor kid..."

"Mr. Wilkes, once again, you have our sympathies," Patterson said. "Thank you for answering our questions. I know this news has been very difficult for you."

Harry blew his nose again and nodded. "You're welcome. Is there anything else I can do?"

"Just a few more questions, if that's okay," Kavanaugh said.

"All right," Harry said, resigned to the fact the cops were still not finished. "Go on."

"Can you share with us what you thought about Lisa's marriage to Jack Bartlett? A man several years older, and significantly less wealthy than she was?"

"Wait, you think Jack had anything to do with this?" he exclaimed. "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. From the times I've been able to meet him, he was nothing but devoted to Lisa. And compared to her ex-husband Dan, Jack is head and shoulders above. Lisa was never happier than when she got married to Jack. You're barking up the wrong tree, detectives. There's no way Jack Bartlett would hurt Lisa!"

Kavanaugh and Patterson exchanged a look. If there had been any lingering doubts as to Jack Bartlett's innocence, Harry had put them to rest.

"Is that all, now?" Harry asked, willing himself to calm down.

"That about covers our questions, Mr. Wilkes, but the last thing we need from you is access to all of Lisa Stillman's office files, computers and laptops, everything."

"I assume you came with a warrant?" he asked.

Kavanaugh showed Harry the document.

"Thanks," he said after looking at the judge's signed request. "Come with me. You take whatever you need if you think it will help catch the monster who did this."

"Chief, we've picked up Stillman's office PC and her work laptop along with a bunch of office files and correspondence," Kavanaugh said after dialing his boss' cell before driving off from Fairfield.

"Excellent. We'll get Benoit and the computer forensics team to go over Stillman's digital files and emails," Parker said. "See if they can come up with anything."

"We may already have a lead on that," Kavanaugh said. "Harry Wilkes says that 'Animals Have Rights Too' group had been sending Stillman some nasty messages, criticizing the horseracing industry."

"Oh, really," Parker said. "Looks like we need to find out if that animal rights group has been doing more than just sending 'nasty' messages critical of horse racing."

"You think they'd resort to murder to save the lives of a few horses?" Kavanaugh asked as he paused before buckling his seatbelt.

"I think people will resort to whatever means necessary if they think their cause is justified."

***

BREAKING NEWS

Shooting Victim Succumbs to Injuries After Brazen Second Attack

May 4, 2019

The Hudson Times—Online Version

Nadir Jutley

The motorist critically injured in a shooting on Range Road 292 has died. Calgary homicide detectives are actively investigating after the case took a dramatic turn last night at the South Calgary Health Campus. The victim, identified as notable Hudson resident Lisa Stillman, had initially undergone life-saving surgery, but was attacked in her hospital room by an unknown assailant. Attempts to revive Stillman by hospital staff were unsuccessful.

Police believe the killer managed to obtain a hospital ID access badge and entered the unit dressed as a medical professional. He escaped before hospital security personnel could apprehend him. Traffic cameras in the area appear to show the same man fleeing on a motorcycle. A Canada-wide APB has been issued.

Hospital administrators were not at liberty to comment on the incident due to the on-going nature of the investigation, but wish to assure the public that there is no current risk to patient safety.

Lisa Stillman was a well-known member of the local and international horse racing community. She was the owner and operator of Fairfield Stables, a thoroughbred breeding facility established by her late father, Matthew Stillman, in 1951.

She is survived by her husband, Foothills Rodeo Hall of Fame inductee Jackson Bartlett, one sister Rachel Stillman, nephew Benjamin Stillman, as well as numerous step-grand, and great-grandchildren.

Calgary Police are asking anyone with information to contact them immediately.

Email: nadir_jutley

***

Hudson Police Headquarters

It did not take long for Parker's team to uncover unsettling messages while combing through Lisa's email account.

"Look at this one, Chief," said Det. Benoit. "This must be the group Wilkes was talking about: a group calling themselves 'AHRT'.

"Yes, that's that group. I've heard of them before," said Parker.

"Yeah?" Benoit said, turning to look at his boss.

"They're small, but they have chapters all over the country, including one here in Alberta. Stands for 'Animals Have Rights Too'. They've had a few protests here and there; mostly at the racetracks and especially at the Calgary Stampede. A couple of their members once got into an altercation with some chuckwagon fans. But anyway, what does the email say?"

"See for yourself," Benoit said, swiveling the monitor around for Parker to read.

Re: STOP ANIMAL CRUELTY NOW!

Lisa Stillman: someone should make you run around in circles until you drop dead. or until you break both your legs and they have to put you down. wouldn't that be sporting? we would pay to see them euthanize you and everyone else like you in the horse-killing business. you're all sick and what you do to horses is loathsome. you know what you are doing is wrong. you breed these animals to such extremes that it is no longer natural. you force them to race when you know their legs cannot tolerate the stress. they die painful and unnecessary deaths. and it's all your fault. we're warning you: leave the horses alone. stop the barbaric practice of horse breeding for racing, or face the consequences!

-AHRT

"What do you think? Sounds like a threat to me," Benoit said.

"But nothing specific, aside from that vague 'or face the consequences' bit," sighed Parker. "I wish Stillman had reported this when she received it."

"Hey, you guys, you'll want to see this!" Kavanaugh called out to the team. "This is the latest entry from the AHRT Blog. As in they just posted it. It's pretty chilling."

ANIMALS HAVE RIGHTS TOO

A Blog

Date: May 4, 2019

Someone's Offing Rich Horsey People. We Ain't Even Mad.

Don't get us wrong. Of course it's not cool when some gun-crazy lunatic goes on a killing spree. But when his victims happen to be the very people who contribute the most to the unchecked cruelty towards horses? Well, let's just say we're not shedding any tears.

The first was Valerie Stanton, owner of Briar Ridge Stables in Hudson in the province of Alberta, Canada. Now she was a piece of work. Rumor has it she once sold her own daughter's prize jumper to slaughter. He barely avoided the meat truck, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. Former Briar Ridge Stables staff and trainers report Stanton was abusive and would flip out over the slightest problems and mistakes. She was known to use whips on horses that did not clear jumps. Anyway, she won't be using whips any longer because some generous soul put Stanton out of her misery with a well-placed bullet.

The latest offender to take a much-deserved dirt-nap is Lisa Stillman, owner of Fairfield Stables, also of Hudson, Alberta. You'll remember this particular piece of horse-murdering scum. It was her horse Pioneer that had to be put down at Century Downs a few years ago. These bloggers personally warned Stillman numerous times about the dangers of breeding thoroughbreds to the point that their legs are so spindly they can't run a quarter-mile without breaking a foreleg. She of course completely ignored everything sent her way, choosing instead to risk the lives of innocent animals, all for the allure of a big prize purse and fame. Stillman won't be chasing after blood money ever again after a couple bullets flew her way. We're pretty sure one went straight through her cold, dark heart, and the other went through her thick skull. (At least something finally did!)

Oh, in case you needed any more proof of Stillman's proclivities and the kind of company she kept, here's an undated picture of her at Santa Anita with Riley and Elspeth Penfield. The Penfields are another couple of royal snobs who fancy themselves horse racing experts. Yeah, so expert that every race horse they've ever owned came in nearly dead last, and as a consequence ended up dead in the glue factory.

You're all of course familiar with Santa Anita, where it's "abandon all hope, ye who enter here"—if you happen to have four legs, a tail and a mane, that is. Over a dozen horses have met grisly deaths at Santa Anita within the past 10 years. They should switch around the order of a few letters in "S-a-n-t-a" and get a much more appropriate name for the place, if you get the drift.

Anyhow, we salute you, whoever you are, for making this world a safer place for equines everywhere; at least those in Hudson. You deserve an award for your service.

-AHRT Staff

"Disgusting," Patterson said with a shake of her head.

"What I wanna know is how these 'AHRT Staff' writers knew those details about Stillman's shooting," Benoit observed. "We made sure the media never specified."

"Could be a lucky guess, or even a little creative wishful thinking on their part, but you're right," Parker said. "It's a little too much of a coincidence Stillman was shot in the left side and the head. I want to talk to these people, Benoit. Get me some names and addresses. I have so many questions for them."

"Okay, we have some of these AHRT people in the system already," Benoit said after a few keystrokes returned the desired results. "Mostly public mischief stuff and some restraining orders. One, in fact, issued by Valerie Stanton a few years ago, like her son said."

"Names, please, Benoit."

"Coming up, sir," Benoit said. "We've got a Margot Gwyneth Carpenter of Red Deer, Alberta; Layton Luther Moffett of Calgary—"

"Layton Moffett?" Patterson repeated, looking at the picture of the man in question as Benoit flashed it on the TV screen. "Chief, he was on the scene at Lisa Stillman's shooting."

Parker glared back at her. "Are you certain?"

"One hundred percent, sir," she asserted. "He stopped his little orange Smart car along with some of the rubbernecking drivers that afternoon. The difference was he actually got out. Didn't get in the way, but was asking questions of anyone who would give him the time of day."

"Then it's possible he could have seen her injuries from where he was," Benoit said.

"Possibly," Patterson replied slowly. "It would explain how the AHRT staffers knew where and how many times Stillman was shot so they could write it up for the blog entry."

"I still don't like it," Parker grumbled. "Let's bring Moffett in for a bit of questioning; find out exactly what he was doing out here and how much he knows about what happened."

***

Hudson Police Headquarters

Layton Luther Moffett appeared wary and alert when Chief Parker sat down with Detective Kavanaugh to question him two hours later.

After reminding the young man he was merely being questioned and that he was free to go at any time, Parker began to drill him.

"Do you recognize the name 'Lisa Stillman'?"

"Sure do," Layton said with a bob of his head, almost cracking a smile. "Heard she just died. Heard someone shot her and then someone attacked her in her hospital room. Guess someone really wanted her dead, eh? What is this world coming to?"

"What were you doing out on Range Road 292 on the afternoon of May 2nd?"

"I was out for a country drive," Layton said airily.

"No crime against that, of course," Parker said.

"Nope," Layton said. "You're going to ask me why I stopped on that drive, aren't you?"

"As a matter of fact, we are," Parker said. "Why did you stop?"

"Because there was a car accident," Layton said. "I know First Aid. I thought I could be of assistance. But the paramedics were there already, so it was all good. I mean, all good then. Obviously it wasn't 'all good' for Lisa Stillman once she got to the hospital."

Both Parker and Kavanaugh took note of his almost blasé attitude. He seemed almost pleased to talk about what he knew of Lisa's fate as a small smirk tugged at his lips.

"You live in the northwestern quadrant of the city of Calgary," Parker said, returning to Layton's reasons for lurking around Hudson. "Do you often take drives out to Hudson?"

"When the mood strikes me," Layton said with an air of indifference, peering at his fingernails.

"What do you know about a horse by the name of 'Herring'?" Parker asked.

Layton's glance shifted from his hands to Parker's face. "I heard Lisa Stillman was the owner," the young man finally answered after a few beats. "I heard he was hurt by a bear after..."

"After what?" Parker prompted.

Layton swallowed. "After that Valerie Stanton woman from Briar Ridge was shot dead."

"And what can you tell us about that, Mr. Moffett?" Kavanaugh asked.

"Only what I saw in the news," Layton replied, though the officers could see he was growing more nervous.

"Funny that," Parker said. "The name of the horse was never made public. Care to change your answer?"

Layton appeared instantly uncomfortable. "Okay, look," he said, squirming slightly. "Our staff occasionally pose as potential buyers for horses we think are at risk for abuse or the meat truck. Herring was one of those horses."

"Let's say for a moment we believe you," Parker said, humouring the man, "how did you find out it was Herring that was injured?"

"We just put two and two together," Layton replied. "I called the Fairfield office a few weeks ago saying I was interested in buying him. Look, the Fairfield website lists all its available stock for everyone to see. It's not a crime to look at horses on websites, is it?"

"No, it's not," Parker conceded. "Now get to the part where you know it was Herring!"

"I called Fairfield again yesterday," Layton said. "I said I had not forgotten about Herring and hoped Fairfield had enough safety precautions in place to prevent bear attacks from happening like the one I'd read about."

"So you were just fishing for information," Kavanaugh said.

"Yeah," Layton admitted. "And the man I spoke to told me all the horses at Fairfield were safe, but that unfortunately they could not control what happened to horses off-site, and that Herring had indeed been hurt. He was all apologetic, like I'd be upset I couldn't buy the horse right away and they'd lose out on a sale. It's always money with those people."

Parker and Kavanaugh exchanged a look. The story seemed plausible.

"Look, if no one there is concerned about that horse past what profits it can make them—"

"Enough with your posturing, Mr. Moffett," Parker snapped in annoyance. "We're not done questioning you."

Layton crossed his arms in sullen defiance. "What else, then?"

"We know Valerie Stanton had issued a restraining order against you and the other members of the 'Animals Have Rights Too' Alberta chapter. If we find out you've been in violation of that—"

"She's dead now, so why should it matter?" Layton smarmily interrupted. "But even when she was alive, I didn't pass within 100 yards of Stanton, or her horses, or her property after that bogus order was placed. I'm a law-abiding citizen who exercises his right to freedom of speech and freedom of expression. People like Valerie Stanton and Lisa Stillman get away with animal abuse all the time, and you people turn a blind eye. You waste your time threatening us with arrest when you ought to be investigating people like them for verifiable crimes against innocent animals."

"Are you done?" Parker asked, unmoved by Layton's impassioned speech.

"Yeah," Layton mumbled. "Can I go, now? I haven't done anything wrong, and I certainly didn't shoot Valerie Stanton or Lisa Stillman, if that's what you're really wondering. I don't even own a firearm."

"We already knew that," Kavanaugh said, "but thanks for saying so."

"One last question, Mr. Moffett," Parker said.

"What?"

"You were driving into Hudson when Lisa Stillman was shot," Parker said. "Do you recall passing someone on a motorbike heading in the opposite direction?"

"Maybe," Layton said.

"Yes or no, Moffett!" Parker barked.

"Look, I read the papers," Layton eventually said. "I know you were looking for a guy on a motorcycle as a 'person of interest' in the shooting, or whatever. And you know what? Yeah, I did see a guy on a motorcycle when I was driving in to Hudson that day. But that's all I'm going to tell you, because quite frankly, whoever that guy is? He's a hero for trying to take out Stillman. He deserves an award."

"Kavanaugh, get him out of my sight," Parker growled in disgust. "I don't want to see you in Hudson ever again, Mr. Moffett, do I make myself clear? Now get out of here!"

***

Chapter 9: Dark Horse Candidate

[amelialincoln]

Die For You (2)

Jo was stuck between two doors, waiting for the electricity to come back on. Bailey had sent out a mass text about a half hour ago saying that they were doing their best to get the generator working. She glanced out the window, it seemed as if all of Seattle had plunged into darkness.

“One hell of a storm,” she muttered to herself, checking her watch for what felt like the millionth time in the last five minutes. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be. She was actually on her way home before she’d been stuck. She made a small, appreciative prayer that she wasn’t driving when the power outage hit. If anything the thirty minutes she’d spent sitting on the hospital floor were kind of peaceful. She hoped everyone was doing okay. Finally the hospital lights and machines whirled to life after flickering on and off for a couple of moments. Jo sighed, brushing the dust that had accumulated on her lap away and standing to push the door open. As she looked down the narrow hallway she heard the elevator ding as the doors began to open. “Thank god I wasn’t stuck in there,” she found herself saying out loud, she fixed her eyes on the lift, wondering who had been waiting inside. As soon as she saw the two familiar attendings she felt herself running towards them without hesitation. Link was cradling a newborn in one hand, covered in blood, while trying to perform CPR on his wife at the same time. The baby was wailing and Link’s muttering to his wife could barely be heard over the cries.

“Come on, Amelia,” he whispered, over and over.

“Link, move!” Jo pushed her panicking friend aside before picking up on compressions where he left off. “Someone get a crash cart!” She yelled. “And get us an open O.R.” A nurse took the baby out of Link’s trembling hands and he began to sob.

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“What’s going on?” Owen’s gloves snapped on as he entered the room.

“She’s lost so much blood,” Jo replied, doing what felt like her thousandth suture. “Is anyone with Doctor Lincoln?” She asked to no response.

“I can go,” Maggie eventually sighed, she was sitting by Amelia’s side, clutching her sister’s hand. She pressed a kiss to Amelia’s forehead before reluctantly leaving the E.R and asking one of the nurses to keep her updated.

“Hand me the staple gun,” Owen’s voice lacked the usual sternness. “How’s her BP?”

“Are you sure you’re good to be here?” Jo asked, glancing up at the worried trauma surgeon, who was staring at Amelia's blank face with concern.

“Is anyone?” He responded, gruffly. “What the hell was Lincoln thinking?”

“It was the right move,” Jo answered. “He couldn’t have known how long the power outage would’ve been.”

“Suction,” Owen ordered in response, nodding thank you to Bokhee before refusing to engage in small talk for the rest of the operation.

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Maggie found Link in the staircase after what felt like hours of searching. Her sister’s husband was a wreck, sitting with his head buried deep in his hands and his phone sitting open on the stair beside him, Jo’s name lighting up the screen with zero updates.

“Hey,” Maggie placed a hand gently on Link who flinched before realizing she was sitting beside him. “Have you gone to see Scout?” “I can’t lie to him right now. He’ll ask me what’s wrong.” Link shook his head firmly. “That boy is a mind reader. So much like his mom. They can both tell when someone is hurting.”

“She’s going to pull through, Link. She’s so strong.” The minute the words left her mouth she regretted them.

“You were in the O.R., she’s doing okay?” He asked hopefully. Maggie bit her lip, trying to conceal her internal panic. “I don’t know why they wouldn’t let me in there. I should be with her.”

“Jo and Owen are working really hard.”

“They called in Owen?” Link’s complexion turned pale, if he threw up all over her she wouldn’t be surprised.

“Yeah,” Was all Maggie could think of to say. “It’s good. Owen is good.” Link nodded, running his hands through his shaggy hair and glancing at his phone for the millionth time.

“I think I fucked up, Maggie,” he confessed. “I think I killed her.” He flinched as the last couple of words came out, as if they hurt him physically to say aloud.

“Link, you did what any of us would’ve done. Charlotte is safe in the NICU and Amelia’s being taken care of by the best surgeons in the country. It’s--”

“You would’ve done the same thing?” He interrupted softly.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he exhaled and began to shake softly. Maggie didn’t realize he was crying until he wiped his face with the sleeve of his scrub top. It was weird seeing the most positive person she knew break down. She had no idea how to comfort him. Link’s phone buzzed and they both grabbed for it. Link got it first, brushing more tears out of his eyes to get a clear image of the text he’d received from Jo that read: out of surgery. she’s weak but stable. it’ll be a long recovery, she lost a lot of blood. but she’s ok. Maggie doesn’t remember ever receiving a hug from Link but she immediately thought of the big, calm mountain reference that Amelia always brought up. Except minus the calm cause he was shaking so much. Then he was gone, in his usually Link fashion, bolting through the hospital hallways to find his wife.

[asiantransformations]

Climb Higher

As requested by @scientist123

Life was stressful. My wife wanted to divorce with me, taking the children with her. My business was failing and on the verge of bankruptcy. At 58, I was close to retirement, but I had no plans for the close future. My life was starting to become a hot mess. I was getting depressed and I didn't know what to do.

My best friend, Henry, thought I needed help and asked me to join him on his Bali trip. I was hesitant at first, but he insisted and told me he had a surprise to change my life around.

"There is nothing lower than rock bottom, you only can look up and climb higher,"

He handed a case with two vials of serum. The blue vial was labelled BP and the green vial was labelled BS.

"I'll tell you more about these, once you packed your bags and board the plane with me. I got a spare first class ticket. You can sit with me."

Curious and tempted. I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was on a first class plane ride to Bali with my best friend. didn't get to sit next to my best friend, but rather next to a handsome, Indonesian bodybuilder. Dressed in simple clothing and a comfy pair of Yeezy's, his masculinity was oozing out as his musk mixed with his cologne. His muscles were bulging and swole with confidence. He looked to me and introduced himself.

"Hey, sorry about it. Let me move my bag out of the way. Anyways, I'm Andy Halim. Pleasure to meet you."

I smiled and sat down. We talked throughout the journey. I learnt that he was 26 years old and he was headed back home to see his family. He was engaged and a baby son was on the way. I was full of envy. How nice to be young again, full of potential and passion in the world with little to no worry about the impending bleak future of getting old.

Upon touchdown, Andy and I traded contact numbers. I told him to contact me if he ever need help in the USA. Likewise the same for me if I needed help in Bali. Something about this encounter, made me hopeful for this trip.

As we checked into our Villa, Henry approached me again. He revealed the case with the two vials again. He went on and proceeded to tell me that both vials needed to be used within 2 hours for the effects to be permanent. The blue vial allows the user to Body Possess (BP) another person. The green vial allows the Body Swap (BS) two people.

I was eager to try it out! A new chance to change my life, hopefully for the better. I was quite bummed that Henry did not tell me sooner as I could have done something with Andy. Nonetheless, I used my villa's free gym membership at the local gym, hoping to find some prey. I had to figure how to use both vials together.

Arrriving in a shock, I saw a familiar face. Andy was at the gym with his little brother. Andy saw me and introduced his younger brother, Nick. I chuckled and joked with him about needing his help to get as big as Andy. Nick fell for it as he led me to some machines. This had given me an idea.

Before he could react, I poured the blue vial onto his back and stepped in. His body spasmed as a new body was taking over. It was a quick change. I could feel the energy from his pre-workout and it was a thrill to feel so young again. I was once again fit and nimble. I took out my phone and sent a selfie to myself.

This boy has a lot of potential and I just know he has a bright future ahead if he continues to workout. Without distracting myself further, I approached Andy... my older brother. I poured the green vial in my hand already.

"Let's take a picture, I want to remember this day." I asked with a smile.

Confused, Andy agreed. I asked one of the employees to help. With my wet hand, I formed a fist and attempted a fist bump. As the picture was taken, a bright light appeared and we both fell to our knees. Nick's soul and mine pushed into Andy's adonis bod as Andy's drifted into mine.

We both got up and realized something had changed. Pretending to panic, I freaked out and questioned everything. Andy assumed his little bro was in his body before doubting if it was real. He did not know what to do, but insisted we remain calm. We have to pretend to be each other until we find a way to switch back.

Many days has passed and the previous Andy could not find a cure. We eventually got used to each other and grew to understanding this is how it's going to be. We grew closer together as brothers. We learnt things that we never knew about each other. Always working out together.

Nick started to build up his body again. All the girls and guys was swooning for him. He had the life knowledge of a 26 year old bodybuilder in a new 22 year old form. Taking this advantage, he took it as an opportunity to get a head start in life. If he ever found a way to switch us back, he wants his little bro to be successful.

Meanwhile, my baby son was born. The second one is one the way. Maybe if I tried, I could push what's left of Nick's essence into a new son. I was amazed at my new grasp in life. I had still kept in contact with Henry as he was my savior through my dark times. I still kept my old memories from my old body and Nick's body. Using all my funds, I bought over my old company and now we are achieving more than ever. With a fresh new face and a rocking hot body, what can't I do? Life is at its peak for me and I am just going to keep on climbing higher and higher.

[idreamtofthereaper]

Moon Taeil as your Ex (Clarity Oneshot)

NCT 127 // NCT DREAM // WAYV // Clarity Main Masterlist

A series of oneshots for different groups, for each member, wherein instead of them being your boyfriend, how they will be as your ex.

How did you Meet?

he was simping for you

hard

you were dubbed as mini Irene

both of you are considered to be one of SM’s top beauties 

and ice princess

you were also called the backstage idol since you weren’t really an idol and was just a stylist for SM’s artist

most specifically NCT 127 

taeil was one of the artist they told you not to talk to or even go near

not because he was a playboy or anything

he was actually one of the softest, sweetest and kind-hearted in the company

they were just preventing you, the almost emotionless princess, to hurt taeil

you would never

“Yn, do you know where I could get some Bindaetteok?” A voice suddenly asked while you were fixing their stage outfit for tomorrow.

You already who it was by the soft voice, but when you turn around it was confirmed that it was Taeil. He was wearing some sweats and a hoodie, very casual and simple.

“Ahh, wait. I know a place 4 blocks down, I’m not sure if they’re still open though.” You said with a little uncertainty, you fished your phone from your pocket and checked the time. “They’re still open, they’ll be closing in 2 hours.”

“That’s great, thanks! Do you know anyone that could drive me there? Our manager just called it a night and I don’t think I could go there by myself.” He said, his face now lighting up.

You signaled him to wait by holding a finger up and asked your little gc of NCT’s staff, asking who is still in the building but then found out everyone already went home. 

You look back at him after sending a ‘Okay thanks.’ in the groupchat, phone still in hand. “No one is here anymore, but I could take you there if you want. I’m done here anyways.” 

Taeil’s face brightened at this and nodded. “As long as you could recommend me the best Bindaetteok and you’re really available.”

That night, Taeil saw a different you and you let out your ‘non-professional’ self. The both of you exchanged numbers and ever since then, SM’s little ice started to melt.

What Happened?

it was already a year since the both you and taeil became an official couple

you being you and taeil being taeil, it was super lowkey

people didn’t knew the both of you were even talking, let alone being together

everyone, including the members, only knew about it after a month when you and taeil went out to get ice cream

“Taeil never went out to grab ice cream with us on a random 10 pm. At this point I’m going to assume both of you are dating.”

“We’re not, we’re already together for about a month now.”

you weren’t new to the entire dating and couple thing, you had some fair share of relationships in the past

but no one as known as taeil

the constant hiding and being lowkey not really stressful for you, you liked it

you didn’t mind NOT showing affections and acting all cutesy lovey with taeil

but months in, taeil opened up about how the both of you were acting like plain best friends and it was kinda bothering him

“Honestly, Haechan probably kissed me more in a day than you did in 2 months.” 

you found this absolutely funny

but then felt a little sympathy sooo you agreed to be more affectionate

not too much but you know, affection that could clearly make people go  “oh definitely they’re dating.”

after that, you slowly warmed up more but taeil definitely was winning the race

and you just couldn’t keep up anymore

The Break Up

“I want to break up, I’m sorry, I just really couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Wait, why? Is it something I did?” 

You really shouldn’t be doing this on a hallway of SBS, for Inkigayo, before his performance. 

But in your defense, it’s better than later on when he’s in high spirits. 

“You can’t even look at me.” Taeil said, his voice shaking as he examined you. 

It was true, you couldn’t even look at him, only on the floor or behind him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how else to say it-”

“But that wasn’t my question, why are you breaking up with me?” You only looked at him. Your eyes conveying not sadness, but guilt and ‘please let’s not do this I want to sit down.’

You were about to answer when Taeil’s name was called. “Come on, we’re up in 10.” Taeyong called out upon seeing the both of you, still fixing his in ear as he then walked away. 

Taeil only nodded then his attention was back to you. “Why are you breaking up with me?”

“Please just go and perform first, I don’t want you in trouble.”

“After my performance, we’re going to have a long and serious talk.”

You left the station before they could even perform, saying you weren’t feeling well

you never answered any of his calls and texts after

you moved into a friend’s house not wanting to see taeil on your doorstep

you never came back to work, you went AWOL

not long after, your termination letter came in

and taeil never bothered you again

The Aftermath

it wasn’t hard to search for a job especially since you were an ex sm employee

yg accepted you as soon as you applied

you then became a part of blackpink’s stylist team

which means even if you weren’t part of sm anymore

you were still backstage in award shows and music programs

meeting taeil was inevitable

but it seems like taeil was avoiding as much as you were

most of the people from sm really

it kinds stings, especially after bumping into your old friends at Music Bank and heard that people were talking shit about you

saying how you were cheating, was in it for the money, for the clout

obviously, it hurt but it didn’t affected you that much

you wouldn’t let it

“But girl, Taeil wouldn’t even let those people finish their sentence when he’s around. I’m not sure if I should be happy or not about that, you really left a mark on him.”

that one affected you

Finally

you were at the cafeteria of Show Champion

just finished up with bp’s outfit so you were kinda done with your job

“Hey, it’s been a while.” 

Immediately, you shot up as soon as you heard his voice. Spinning around with the can of soda you got from the vending machine. “Hey, yeah it’s been a while.”

Taeil only bid you a smile, you just standing there. “Yn-”

“I really can’t talk right now.” 

“Okay, I just need you to move. I want to get some Orange juice.” You felt embarrassed by this, nodding your head continuously and moved, taking a step to the side. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting an explanation from you anyways. Nice seeing you again, yn.” He said, bidding you a goodbye as he fished his drink at the bottom of the vending machine.

You watched as he left, opening the bottle before taking a swig. “Taeil, I’m sorry.” You said, not to loud to grab other people’s attention but enough to grab his. 

He stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you. “You said that a year ago, it’s evident that’s not the ones I want to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry for leaving, especially without explanation. I’m sorry for being a coward and never faced you again. I’m sorry for breaking up with you without an explanation.”

“Will I get one now? Because if not this entire thing is useless.” Taeil said with a scoff, taking a step closer to you.

With a deep breath, you answered. “This is cliche, but it’s true. You were just too much for me, I couldn’t love you the way you love me. And it’s suffocating and unfair. You don’t deserve me, and I don’t deserve you.” 

You watched his expression, not really sure how you’ll paint it. After a long pause, he nodded and chuckled. “I fell too hard for you, now I’m broken.”

He left after that, and a rock seems to be lifted from you and you were able to let out a breath you didn’t notice you were holding all this time. 

You weren’t sure if he has forgiven you, but he shouldn’t. You will only feel worse if he forgave you.

But in some ways, you were happy about this. Taeil deserves to have some clarity.

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Four

***IMPORTANT: This was too long to put into one post apparently, so this is part 1 of this chapter, and the link for part 2 will be at the end of the chapter. Thank you and have good night/day***

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“Damnit, bp is 183/111.” A nurse says after they get me on a gurney and she takes my blood pressure, twice. “Mrs. Sixx is your head or chest hurting, vision blurring?” She asks me and I nod my head, my eyes closed, still struggling to breathe, my skin beginning to get sticky with sweat. 

“My head.” I tell her.

“Okay, I need you to keep your eyes open for me just for a little bit, so you can tell me if things start looking fuzzy, alright?”

I nod and she smiles reassuringly at me.

“Just stay as calm as possible and we’ll get your blood pressure under control.” She states, beforing looking at the nurse walking on the other side of the gurney. “I need an IV of Beta-blockers.” She tells her, and in what feels like seconds, she's scrubbing at the crook of my elbow with an alcohol pad, before I’m feeling the pinch of a needle sliding into my skin.

“Where’s Duff? The guy I came in here with?” I ask, trying to calm myself down, but I don’t think it’s working.

“He’s filling out some paperwork for you while the desk contacts your emergency contact to let them know the situation and then he will be right here with you as soon as we get you stable.” She informs me and I feel panic in my chest, as I try to sit up, only for them to gently push me back down. “Vivian, you are in a hypertensive crisis. You need to lay still and avoid getting yourself worked up even more.”

“My emergency contact is my husband and he is the last motherfucker I want to know about this!” I argue in between breaths. “Now tell the bitch at the front desk to leave him out of it or I will stroke out just to fucking spite you because I’ve got nothing to lose at this point!”

I sound pathetic, struggling to breathe, gasping out the words in the best scream I can muster, and she raises her brows at me.

They tried to stop Nikki from being contacted, but he was...well, they left a message to the machine at our house, which he ended up checking from his hotel room later that day.

They get my blood pressure down within a few minutes and keep me under watch for several hours, before my doctor finally decides it’s time to tell me what the hell happened, although with how many times I’ve heard the word “hypertension”, I’m assuming it’s not good.

“You had a transient ischemic attack, which, when you take the complicated sounding name away, is basically a ministroke.” He explains, and my eyes widen. “It’s not as major as a stroke, especially since this was caught before it could develop into something worse, but your brain was still not receiving the amount of oxygen needed in your blood because it’s pressure was way too high, but good news for you is that your brain isn’t showing signs of damage that can affect your mind like a stroke would. That being said, this does increase your risk of having a major stroke down the line. No one in your family has a history of stroke or high blood pressure, which typically suggests, more times than not, it is either something you took--medication, alcohol, drugs, etc. or it’s your environment. Is there anything you took, or drank, prior to experiencing your symptoms?”

“I took Nyquil...four doses worth in less than six hours.” I tell him and Duff looks at me, confused. “I couldn’t sleep.” I add.

“N-Nyquil?” Duff asks me, quietly, as if in disbelief. “You had a ministroke...because of an over the counter cold medicine?”

The doctor flips through my chart before pursing his lips.

“Are you still taking Nardil on a daily basis?” He asks me and I nod.

“Yes.”

“Okay, that’s where things went south.” He confirms. “There is a warning on the back of Nyquil syrup, stating that the way MAO Inhibitors, which is a class of antidepressant that phenelzine--Nardil--falls under, interact with the dextromethorphan HBr and the doxylamine succinate in Nyquil, has a high chance of causing hypertension--very high blood pressure-- which can really hurt the brain and the heart, and since you took eight tablespoons of it, it really is miraculous that you didn’t have a major stroke before you even got in the car to come here.” He adds and I feel shitty for being a complete dumbass. “I will give you a sheet of over the counter medicines to avoid before we get you checked out here in a couple hours.” He assures me before heading to the door of the tiny room.

“Thank you.” Duff says as he leaves, and he turns to look at me, trying to hide a smile. “Nyquil.” He states, raising his brows. “You can’t take Nyquil. Without--”

“--Shut up.” I state, trying not to start laughing because I could’ve really been in trouble.

“Oh, c’mon, Viv, you had me freaking out worried something horrible was wrong--which it was, really--but Nyquil?”

“I have seen idiots mix drugs with all types of mess and their bodies not even acknowledge it, but I take Nyquil…” I trail off, not being able to stop laughing. “...and it’s too much for me? Hell, at this point if I have one taste of a hard drug I’m just gonna croak over immediately.”

The two of us keep laughing for a couple minutes, until I’m sore in the stomach, and my watering eyes from laughter, are watering because the reality of everything that has happened to me in the past four three days, hits me.

Duff just sits on the tiny bed next to me, holding at my hand, wiping at my tears, giving me a big, encouraging smile.

“I love you.” I tell him and he nods, kissing my cheek.

“I love you, too.” He tells me. “This will blow over before you know it, Viv.”

Once I get checked out and we head back to Duff’s place, I quickly realize something I haven’t even thought about.

“Your album is coming out.” I say, looking at him and he glances at me, chuckling.

“Yeah.” He confirms. “In like, two days.”

“Holy shit.” I mumble. “I gotta take you guys out to dinner or something.” I rub my tired eyes and he shakes his head.

“No, no, it’s fine, Viv.”

“No, it’s not. This is a good time for you guys and I just came home all gloom and doom and shit all over it. I need to do something for you guys.” I explain.

“You’re not ‘gloom and doom’, you’re hurting. Which is normal for what you’ve been through, and being that we helped hide it from you, you don’t need to be worried about inconveniencing us. At all.” He argues.

“It’ll help me get my mind off of things.” I suggest.

“You don’t really need to get your mind off of it. You need to be processing everything and figuring out where you wanna go from here.” He politely tells me.

“I can’t go anywhere from here, Duff. Not until the tour’s over.” I laugh humorlessly and he furrows his brows.

“What?”

"Doc doesn't want us to split until the tour's over. Not that it should even matter. People don't give a damn about our marriage as much as Doc is convinced they are. It's not like the second fans hear we're filing for divorce they're gonna go on a strike over it." I roll my eyes. 

"They won't care." Duff tells me.

"Exactly." 

"...Do you want a divorce?" He asks next and I lick my lips. 

"I don't know." I admit, tears coming to my eyes at the thought of it.

“Does he?”

“Duff, I don’t know, alright? We’ll just figure it out when the tour ends.”

“Vivian, that’s nearly a year from now.” He states.

“Well, then, I don’t fucking know! Okay?! I don’t fucking know!”

“I’m trying to get you to think about what you want to do because you’ll just end up putting it off and ignoring it like you do with all of your problems you’ve got with him.” He explains, keeping himself calm.

“I’ll deal with it later.”

“Viv--”

“--Duff. Please.” I give up, and he lets out a breath.

“I’m dropping it.” He mumbles.

After a few more minutes, he’s glancing at me again.

“We’re having a listening party for the album tomorrow night, by the way.” He tells me. “We’d really like for you to come, if you’re up for it.” He adds and a small smile comes to my lips.

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Yeah?” He asks, mimicking my smile.

“Yeah.”

The next day, I decide to go home and visit with Karen, trying to convince myself not to completely wreck the place the second I walk in.

She’s sitting on the couch with the TV playing in the background.

When I walk in, she looks up at me and gives me a soft smile.

“Hey.” She tells me, nervously, and I roll my jaw and look around.

I never noticed how many fucking pictures Nikki and I have up together from our wedding.

“Doc told me to keep an eye out for you, I was kinda worried when you didn’t come home.” She adds.

“I was staying with Duff.” I tell her, and she still tries to keep her smile on her face.

“Oh, um, you’ve got some mail, and Doc called and wanted you to call him back, and I’m sorry I wasn’t here when the hospital called. I just checked the messages late last night but Doc said Nikki had already heard the one the receptionist in the ER left.” She tells me and I let out a sigh.

“Great, something else to hear Doc bitch me out about.” I grumble, stepping to the phone in the kitchen, seeing the mail on the counter next to it.

I see she scribbled down the hotel phone number that they’re at now, and Doc’s hotel room number, on a paper pad and I punch the number in and request it to be put through to Doc.

Before I can get a breath out, I’m hearing all of it.

“Are you fucking out of your mind, Vivian? ‘Bless their hearts’?! I told you repeatedly what to tell the press and you don’t listen to a word of it?! And then you go home and end up in the fucking emergeny room?! What, did ya try to kill yourself or something, what the hell happened?!”

I raise my brows and blink a few times.

“I wasn’t paying attention to the warning label of some Nyquil and I took some to sleep, and it didn’t react well with my antidepressant. I’m alive, I’m fine, I wasn’t trying to kill myself, and would you rather me have said, ‘Vanity and Nikki fucked me over and everyone who was supposed to have my back, let them’?”

I hear his heavy breath exhaling on the other end of the line.

“Alright, Viv, alright. Just don’t say anything else to the press, please. The journalist at Rolling Stone is gonna be here in a couple of days, just please, please, please, be on your best behaviour. I’ve already talked to Nikki and he’s agreed to play nice, please, do so too.” He begs.

I didn’t want to “play nice” but I decided to so I wouldn’t make things harder for everybody, including myself, but just being blatantly hateful.

“Fine, Doc.” I agree and he sighs out in relief.

“Thank you, Viv.” He tells me and I roll my eyes.

“Yep.” I reply before hanging the phone up.

When I pick up the pile of mail, an envelope falls to the floor and I reach down to pick it up, seeing it’s addressed to me, from Playboy Enterprises.

I furrow my brows and open the envelope, grabbing at the paper inside and unfolding it before I read it.

“Dude.” I say to myself, furrowing my brows.

Someone had seen me half naked, demonstrating my flexibility, in the “Girls, Girls, Girls” video and a cover shoot for Playboy and a 12 page pictorial was on the table for $40,000, if I was up for it. Of course any other time I wouldn’t have thought twice...but this time, it was being considered.

“Forty-thousand?” Sharise asks me on the other end of the line later that day.

“Forty freaking thousand.” I reply.

“Who the hell wants to see you naked so bad?” 

“I don’t know  but I’m not mad at it.” I reply.

“Are you gonna do it?”

“I don’t know. Should I?”

“You just found out Nikki’s been cheating on you with one of your friends, Viv, I think you should take some time to think about it in case you make the decision to do it and then realize you shouldn’t have agreed to it, ya know?”

“I don’t have any money of my own, Sharise. If he leaves me, he’s not gonna leave me anything. I’m gonna be out of luck. I could use the money.” I explain. “And they didn’t say whether I had to be nude or not so I’ll look into the details and just go from there.”

“You are the absolute last person I would ever expect to take up an offer from Playboy.”

“Desperate times.” I shrug.

“More like, ‘what can I do to piss Nikki off’, times.” She points out.

“Vanity’s posed in Playboy before. Maybe he would've liked me enough not to cheat on me if I would've been more like her to begin with.” I sarcastically say, but there is a smile part of me that really feels that way. 

"Don't compare yourself to her, Viv." She argues politely. 

"I'm not." I lie, setting the letter from Playboy down. 

I hear Skylar screaming and crying in the background and Sharise sighs out. 

"I gotta go, Viv, I'll call you back later. Skylar just fell." She tells me.

"Alright, I'll come visit you guys before I leave." I assure her.

"Okay. We love you and we'll see you then." 

"I love you, too, tell Sky I love her." 

"I will."

"Bye."

"Bye." 

I hang up and let out a soft breath, glancing at the number on the letter once again, rubbing my lips together before deciding to start getting ready to meet the guys for their album listening party before it drops.

For the first time in a few days, I look at myself in the mirror, taken back by how shitty I look.

The dark circles under my eyes are more prominent than usual, my eyes themselves look nearly dead, my hair is kinda nappy since I haven't brushed it in a couple days, and my mouth feels gross because I haven't bothered to brush my teeth.

I get in the shower, hoping it'll make me feel better.

The only thing it does is make me want to call Duff and tell him I can't make it tonight, but like I always do, I persist and finish getting ready, nearly fooling myself when I look in the mirror and make myself smile. 

My doorbell is ringing within the next thirty minutes, and I'm spritzing on perfume as I hear Karen open the door to let the guys in. 

I'm pulling my heels on, stepping into the living room.

"Hey." I greet Duff and Steven, and Steven's immediately hugging onto me. 

"I'm sorry." He says, apologizing for the part he played in Nikki's bullshit. 

I hug him back, not able to help but smile at how tightly he's hugging me. 

"It's okay, Stevie." I tell him, genuinely. 

He kisses my cheek and gives me one last tight squeeze before letting me go. 

"Are we ready?" Duff asks me and I nod.

"Alright, we'll have her back home at a reasonable time." Steven tells Karen, and she chuckles.

"Stay out of trouble." She tells us as we head to the door. 

"We will." I assure her as we head out the door to get in Duff's car. 

All of their friends are there, everyone of them giving them wide smiles and big hugs as I hold onto Duff's hand as we weave through the crowd to the bar.

“Hi.” Slash says to me, sunglasses on, hat low, and I raise my brows at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” He replies, sipping from the Jack bottle in his hand, pulling out a cigarette.

“Can I have one?” Duff asks him.

“Yeah, if you’ve got a light.” Slash replies with a little grin and Duff pulls the lighter from his pocket and lights Slash’s cigarette before his own.

“You want a drink?” He asks me next and I look up at him.

“Water.” I tell him with a nod, suddenly feeling an arm slip over my shoulders.

It’s Izzy, and he looks like he’s been on cloud 9 for a little bit now, a loose smile on his lips as cigarette smoke flows from his mouth with his exhaled breath.

“Hey, you.” He tells me, and I lick my lips.

“Hey, asshole.” I shrug his arm off, remembering him yelling at me the other night.

“Ouch, am I on your shit list, too, now?” He asks me and I glance at him, making his smile widen, his eyes crinkling slightly. “I forget you’re sensitive, Viv.” He adds.

“Maybe me shoving my foot up your ass will remind you.” I state, Duff turning to hand me my water.

Izzy looks down at the clear liquid and frowns slightly.

“That’s why you’re sad.” He motions to it. “You need the strong stuff.”

I know what he means, but I try to play it off by saying, “what, sparkling water?”

“Izzy, man, she doesn’t drink.” Duff cuts in, lightly, but I know he’s being serious. 

“Just making a suggestion.” Izzy shrugs, his eyes on a pretty blonde that passes. “I’ll be right back.”

He follows after her and I roll my eyes, taking a sip of water, as “Welcome to the Jungle” starts playing over the speakers.

Everyone starts cheering, all the guys stop what they’re doing, all of them sharing the same, proud smiles.

Once I’m done with my water, Duff, Slash, Izzy, Steven and Axl are all together, trying to gauge everyone’s reactions to their album so far.

Everyone seems to really like it.

“I’m gonna get another water.” I tell Duff, and he nods. “Do you need a refill?” I ask him, motioning to his cocktail.

“No, thanks though.” He tells me and I head to the bar, Izzy’s suggestion echoing in my mind as my eyes fall on the array of liquor bottles on display on the back wall shelf behind the bar.

My mind drifts to what would happen if I were to have a cocktail.

I step to the bar and order the last alcoholic drink I had, although accidental at the time.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m throwing back my shot of Tequila, nearly choking at the burn of it before feeling warmth radiate throughout my chest as it goes down.

Next thing I know, I’m seven shots in starting to feel less tense...even less tense when I try to walk and nearly faceplant, laughing instead of feeling embarrassed before walking as best as I can to the guys.

“Where’s your water?” Duff asks me, and I look at my hands, furrowing my brows.

“I don’t know.” I reply, honestly, and his brows raise and his eyes widen when he gets a whiff of my breath.

“Oh, shit, Viv, you smell like--”

“--Tequila!” I finish saying it in the way it’s said in “Tequila” by The Champs.

He’s stunned for a moment, and I’m trying to keep from looking him up and down.

“H-How much did you drink?” He asks me politely and I squint my eyes as I try to remember.

“I lost count after four.” I admit.

“Viv, I don’t think you’re supposed to be drinking with your medication.” He tells me.

“Doesn’t matter when the shit isn’t making me feel better anyway.” I reply without a thought, my speech starting to slur, my gaze focusing the best it can on the bottle in Slash's hand.

It reminds me of Nikki.

"I want Nikki." I say next and Duff can probably sense a storm coming, turning around and seeing the guys aren't paying attention. 

"Hey, she's not feeling too good so I'm gonna take her home." He tells them. "I'll be back." He assures them. 

"Alright, dude." Steven replies and Duff sits his drink down. 

"Let's get outta here." He tells me, grabbing at my hand and leading me to his car, causing me to be sidetracked by the payphone. 

"Gimme some change." I tell him.

"Viv, c'mon, you need to go home." He tries to guide me away but I refuse. 

"I miss Nikki. I wanna talk to him."

"He's probably asleep right now, Viv. You can call him tomorrow." He suggests.

"He won't talk to me anyway. He hates me." I reply, stumbling to the passenger side of the car and he helps me stay balanced, opening the door for me and helping me get in before he shuts the door and walks around to the passenger seat. 

It's a quiet drive home.

I miss Nikki.

He punches in the code of our gate and pulls into the driveway, helping me out.

I take my heels off and toss them down on the concrete, causing him to reach down and grab them for me as I clumsily make my way to the door. 

"Here, here, I got it." He assures me when I try to open the door, singling out our house key from his car keys. 

"I'm sorry for ruining your night." I tell him. "It was suppose to be a fun night--"

"--It was fun, Viv." He promises. "I'm going back anyway when I make sure you're settled here." He adds, opening the door. "I'll let Karen know what's up and--"

"Karen's out tonight, Duff." I cut him short, remembering that she told me earlier today about going out for one of her girl friends' birthdays, not able to keep my eyes off of him. 

"Oh." He says. "Well, I can stay here until she comes back." He tells me. "I'll go ahead and get you some water." He heads to the kitchen, and a sick plan twists itself into my skull. 

When he comes back with my water and hands it to me, I just sit it on the coffee table in the living room before turning to look at him. 

"You need to drink that, Viv." He politely says, but I just step closer to him, and apparently he can tell what I'm thinking based off my expression because he's gently grasping my hand in his when I reach out to pull him closer to me. "We can't, Vivian."

"Why not? Because of Nikki? As if he gives a shit."

"But I do. I give a shit. And you're drunk. And you're heartbroken. And I'm not adding to the damage before you even process what's already been done." He states. 

"You've wanted to fuck me for how long and here's your shot, and you're turning me down to spare my feelings?" I scoff out. "Where the fuck is Vince Neil when you need him?" I say to myself outloud, irritated with Duff, about to push past him to go to my room. 

"Somewhere in the midwest, believing Nikki is still right for screwing Vanity." He argues, frustrated that I'm not understanding that he's trying to do the right thing. 

I stop for a second, and turn to look at him, again. 

"Vivian, I want to, but I can't--"

"--You didn't tell me about Nikki and Vanity, either." I remind him harshly. "So, when you think about it, you owe me, Duff." I hiss.

"I was protecting y--"

"--If you were protecting me, you would have told me!" I outburst, tears in my eyes. "You wouldn't have put me in a position that allowed me to be humiliated like that! Nobody would have if they were really looking out for me!" 

He's got tears in his eyes now, and he exhales. 

"I'm not gonna stay here and let you badger me for doing what I thought was the best thing to do." He says, walking to the door. 

"Yeah, just leave me like Nikki! Just go get shitfaced and pout and end the night on top of another girl because that's how everybody else solves their fucking issues!" 

He snaps around, causing me to bump into him from where I'm following at his heels.

"I'm not Nikki." He says through his teeth.

"You didn't tell me." I repeat weakly. "Nobody told me."

His frustration dissipates, and he takes a couple of steps to me, before leaning down, suddenly taking my lips with his. 

The numbing effect of being kissed and held is potent, and a sick part of my mind pictures I'm with Nikki, and not Duff. 

I try to keep my eyes closed the best I can to keep the illusion alive, even when clothes start being torn off, even when my legs are wrapped around his bare hips, my naked back against the wall and his tongue and mine dancing as adrenaline and ecstasy course through me. 

With each thrust, I'm growing more sober, more conscious to the fact this isn't Nikki.

He stops abruptly, pulling away from me, furrowing his brows. 

"Viv?"

"Yeah?" I ask, still not opening my eyes. 

"Look at me." He says softly and I gently shake my head. "Viv--"

"--Just keep going." I tell him, my voice cracking, as a lump forms in my throat. 

"Are you crying?" He asks next, and I finally look at him. 

He looks horrified and guilty, as if he's screaming at himself internally for being shitty.

He's not shitty. I am.

"I'm sorry." I say next.

"Jesus Christ." He lets out, a single tear falls past his lashes and he's pulling out of me and putting me back on my feet as fast as he can.

"Duff." 

He ignores me, pulling his clothes on.

"Duff, please." I grab at his arm and he shakes me off, putting his boots back on, sniffling, wiping his eye quickly, picking up his jacket and getting his car keys. "Duff, I'm sorry--"

"--I'm not Nikki." Is the last thing he says before slamming my front door shut. 

"Vivian?" I'm snapping out of my daydream, seeing Steven furrowing his brows, the loud verse of "Mr. Brownstone" blaring in my ears from the club speakers.

"Yeah?" I reply to him. 

"I was coming to get a refill, Duff wanted me to come check on you." He tells me and I look down at the empty water glass in my hand. 

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I assure him with a smile. 

"Okay, just making sure." 

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-> Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Four (pt. 2)

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High Blood Pressure | Hypertension

High Blood Pressure | Treatment | Test | Control and Cure — VVFIT

Lets learn everything about high blood pressure treatment or hypertension cure aka HBP treatment and cure worldwide.

What is High Blood Pressure?

When you visit a doctor for your High Blood Pressure problems, the doctor first measures your blood pressure by placing an inflatable arm cuff around your arm between the elbow and shoulder using a blood pressure measuring machine usually known as sphygmomanometer or kymograph.

Blood Pressure is measured by its measurement device which gives the measurement in two numbers which are in millimeters of mercury (mm Hg). The first part is the upper number which shows your heartbeats (systolic pressure). The second is lower part which measures the pressure in your arteries between (diastolic pressures).

Table of Content on Blood Pressure

- Heart Treatment in Delhi and NCR

- Heart Treatment in Uttar Pradesh

- Heart’s Treatment in West Bengal

Alternative Medicine for Blood Pressure are available as another possibility

Control your high blood pressure without extra medication

Blood Pressure Machine

Get ready for appointment with Cardiologist and make a list of Dos and Don’ts

What and Why should you do under Hypertension?

You can reduce high blood pressure by self through this practice

Blood Pressure Measurements fall into 4 General Categories

Normal blood pressure

When Blood Pressure machine shows you at around 120/80 mm Hg it means you have ideal blood pressure which is normal.

High BP or Blood Pressure

High BP is a systolic pressure ranging from 120 to 129 mm Hg, and a diastolic pressure below 80 mm Hg. Take a strong step to control your high blood pressure otherwise your problem will increase with time.

There are 2 stages of Hypertension:

First stage Hypertension

This Hypertension is a systolic pressure ranging from 130 to 139 mm Hg, or a diastolic pressure ranging from 80 to 89 mm Hg.

Second stage Hypertension

The Second stage of hypertension is generally very risky to you. It is a range of systolic pressure of 140 mm Hg or higher, or a diastolic pressure of 90 mm Hg or higher. Diabetes and excess body fat patients have a greater risk of such type of illness stage.

Upper and lower both numbers are significant for reading the blood pressure. But after 50 years of age, the systolic reading becomes more significant. In systolic hypertension, the diastolic pressure is normal (i.e. less than 80 mm Hg) while the systolic pressure is high ( which is greater than or equal to 130 mm Hg).

If you suffer from high blood pressure, the cardiologist may suggest you to record your blood pressure at home. He does this so that he can deem the fluctuation of hypertension and give you the possible additional information.

Generally, when a patient suffers from hypertension, the doctor advises them to monitor blood pressure for 24 hours so he can note the blood pressure measurements. It is called ambulatory.

Medical experts or cardiologists suggest their blood pressure patients to monitors blood tests in two to three times during appointments, while they also recommend the patients to keep monitoring of blood pressure on a regular basis. This is why blood pressure fluctuates depending on the patient’s daily routine. Blood pressure (white coat hypertension) may be an elevation in the BP when the patient visits the doctor. When you measure your blood pressure please use an appropriate-sized arm cuff. Though measuring from the left arm is generally observed, you should ideally measure both arms so as to determine the difference in blood pressure levels.

If you have any type of hypertension, your doctor will analyze your medical history and conduct a thorough physical examination.

Hypertension Test

During these days in hypertension, the doctor may also recommend routine tests, such as a urine test (urinalysis), a cholesterol test, blood tests, and an ElectroCardioGram or ECG- a test that measures your heart’s electrical activity. However medical expert also suggests additional tests, such as an echocardiogram, to look for more signs of heart disease.

Monitoring Hypertension at Home

There is an effortless way to know about your hypertension treatment is working or not. You can observe your blood pressure at home with the help of inflatable arm cuff device easily available online and offline.

Monitor your blood pressure at home is an easy and inexpensive way. You don’t need a doctor’s prescription to buy blood pressure machine. Several types of blood pressure machines are available in the market at a reasonable price. After purchasing BP monitor and measuring blood pressure at home one doesn’t need to go to the clinic, but you would have to follow some limitations for sure.

The device should be validated and its cuff should be adjustable on your arm to know that your device is working properly, take your device at least once in a year to your doctor’s clinic and learn from doctor to how get started with checking your blood pressure at home? Whenever you visit the clinic always keep your blood pressure records with you so that the doctor can check and verify its accuracy.

Dealing with Hypertension

Changing your lifestyle can go a long way toward controlling high BP. Your doctor may recommend you making lifestyle changes which may include:

Your BP treatment goal hinges on how healthy you are.

Not only lifestyle can control your blood pressure. In fact, you should keep up with exercise, healthy diet and regular basis mediation.

Your blood pressure should be less than 130/80 mm HG in case you are healthy adult aged 65 or older

You’re a healthy adult closer to the age of 65 with a 10 percent or higher risk of developing cardiovascular disease in the next 10 years.

Be alert if you have chronic kidney illness, diabetes or coronary artery disease.

While 120/80 mm Hg or lower ideal hypertension is the target, the doctor is uncertain on the need for treatment (medicines) to make arrival to that level.

If you are 65 years of age or older and use medicines that produce less systolic blood pressure (such as less than 130 mm Hg), then your medicines will not need to be changed unless they are unhealthy or do not put a negative impact on the quality of life.

The range of medicines prescribed by your doctor depend upon your blood pressure measurement and your other medical problems. This is useful if you work closely with a team of medical professionals who are experienced in providing treatment for high blood pressure to develop a person’s individual treatment plan.

Doctors for High Blood Pressure Treatment

Heart Treatment in Delhi and NCR

For Blood pressure and other Heart Treatment are done better in big cities.

If you are in Delhi You may visit All India Institute of Medical Sciences, Ansari Nagar, New Delhi-110029, INDIA

Greater Noida you may Visit Government Institute of Medical Sciences, Greater Noida, Gautam Buddha Nagar, U.P. — 201310, India

Ghaziabad you may visit (Mmg Hospital) District Hospital. Nr Ghanta Ghar, G T Rd, Ghanta Ghar, Ghaziabad, Uttar Pradesh — 201001 INDIA

Faridabad you may visit Civil Hospital 216, BK Chowk, New Industrial Town, Faridabad, Haryana 121001 INDIA

Gurgaon you may visit Civil Hospital, Jharsa Road, Near, Bus Stand Rd, Gurugram, Haryana 122001 INDIA

Noida you may visit Govt. District Hospital. Sector-30, Noida (G.B. Nagar), Gautam Buddha Nagar, Uttar Pradesh — 201301.

Heart Treatment in Uttar Pradesh

In Lucknow you may Visit Raebareli Rd, Haibat Mau Mawaiya, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh 226014 INDIA

Kanpur you may visit GSVM Medical College, Swaroop Nagar, Kanpur ,Uttar Pradesh 208002 INDIA

Agra you may visit S.N. Medical College, Moti Katra, Agra — 282002 INDIA

Allahabad you may visit Moti Lal Nehru Medical College George Town, Prayagraj, Uttar Pradesh 211002 INDIA

Heart Treatment of Heart in West Bengal

In Kolkata you may visit IPGME&R, 244 A.J.C. Bose Road, Kolkata — 700 020 INDIA

Asansol you may visit Bengal Homoeopathic Medical College And Hospital, Ismile, Shatabdi Nagar, Hamid Nagar, Asansol, West Bengal 713301 INDIA

Siliguri you may visit North Bengal Medical College, D-5 Quarter , Sushruta Nagar, Dist Darjeeling. -734012 INDIA

Durgapur you may visit Durgapur Sub Divisional Hospital, Bidhannagar, Durgapur, West Bengal 713212 INDIA

What Medicines should we take for Treatment of Hypertension?

Medicines for treatment of hypertension:

Thiazide Diuretic

Thiazide is a type of molecule and is a class of diarrhea that is often used to treat hypertension and edema, sometimes called water pills which are medicines that work on your kidneys to help your body clear off sodium and water and reduce blood volume. It reduces the risk of death, stroke, heart attack and heart failure due to hypertension.

These are frequently the first, but not the solitary, options in hypertension medications. These include chlorthalidone, hydrochlorothiazide (Microzide) and others.

If you are facing such conditions and not taking a diuretic medicine while your blood pressure is high, then narrate it to your doctor about taking one or one medication that you currently intake with the diuretic medicine. Diuretics or calcium channel blockers can work better for elderly human, who do the same angiotensin-converted enzyme (ACE) inhibitors. A prevalent side effect of the diuretic is enhancement in urine.

ACE inhibitor (Angiotensin-converted enzyme)

Angiotensin-altered-enzyme inhibitor is a drug that is mainly used to treat hypertension and heart failure. These medicines like lisinopril (Zestril), benazepril (Lotensin), captopril (Capoten) and others are known to help prevent blood vessels by blocking the formation of natural chemicals that spread through blood vessels. The humans with chronic kidney disease can benefit from having one ACE inhibition of their medicines.

Angiotensin II receptor blockers (ARBs)

These are to treat conditions such as hypertension and heart failure. These medicines calm blood vessels and not prevent the formation of a natural chemical which is spreading to the blood vessels like ACE. ARBs include candesartan (Atacand), losartan (Cozaar) and others. The people with chronic kidney illness can avail ARB as one of their medicines.

Calcium channel antagonists

Calcium channel blockers, amlodipine (Norvasc), anti-calcium channel or anti-calcium, diltiazem (Cardizem, Tiazac, others) are a group of medicines which inhibits calcium movement through calcium channels. These are used in the form of anti-hypertensive drugs, that is, in the form of medicines to reduce BP in patients with HBP. It helps your blood vessels rest or relax muscles. Some slow down your pulse rate. Calcium channel blockers can work excellent for elderly people than doing ACE inhibitors alone.

If you consume calcium-channel blocker you should not drink grapes juice. This is because of its enlargement the amount of medicine entering your bloodstream. As a result, your hypertension can suddenly be very low, which can be dangerous.

Adding other hypertension medicines to your therapy

If you are having difficulty getting your hypertension goal with a coalition of the above medicine, then your doctor may aware you about:

α-adrenoreceptor antagonists (Alpha-blockers)

Alpha-blocker medicines reduce the nerve impulses blood vessels, decrease the impact of natural chemicals that parochial the blood vessels. Alpha blockers include doxazosin (cardura), prezosine (Minipress) and others.

Blood Pressure Reduction effectiveness of alpha and beta double receptor blockers

Generally used for the treatment of High BP (HBP). Medicine in this class includes carvedilol (choreg), lebatolol (tridnet) and delivolol (Unicard). Alpha-beta blockers slow down the pulsation to make smaller blood volume, which should be pumped through the vessels.

Beta-adrenergic blocking agents

It reduces your blood pressure and work by blocking the effects of the hormone epinephrine, also known as adrenaline. If you intake beta-blockers, your heart beats more slowly and with less force, thereby reducing BP. These medicines reduce the burden of work on your heart and open your blood vessels.

Beta blockers are generally not endorsed as the only medicine that you are determining, but they can be emphatic when another blood pressure medicine is added to the medication.

Antimineralocorticoid aldosterone antagonist

This group of medicine is frequently used as an auxiliary treatment in combination with other medications, to manage chronic heart failure. These medicines are spironolactone (Aldactone), and eplerenone (Inspra). These medicines block the effect of a natural chemical, lead to salt and fluid retention, which can contribute to high BP. It’s prescription is practiced in hypertension, Diuretic, Chronic heart failure, Hyperaldosteronism, Conn’s syndrome.

The conglomeration of medicines (Renin Inhibitor)

It is a conglomeration of medicines used for the most in the treatment of essential blood pressure. These medicines prevent the first and limited-scale steps of the renin-angiotensin-aldosterone system. An enzyme builds by your kidney, which starts a series of chemical phases which elevates BP.

Aliskiren drug is used to treat high BP (hypertension)

Reducing hypertension helps in preventing stroke, heart attack and kidney problems. Aliskiren works by giving rest to blood vessels so that the blood can flow more easily. It is related to a class of medicines which is known as direct renin blocker.

Open up blood vessels (Vasodilators)

Vasodilators are drugs which open up blood vessels (dilute). Its effect to inhibit squeeze of the muscles, muscles in the walls of your arteries and nerves, preventing the walls from a shrink. To reduce your blood pressure you do not have to pump your hand. These drugs contain hydralazine and minoxidil.

Central-acting agent

These drugs inhibit your brain from pointing out your nervous system to increase your heart rate and parochial your blood vessels. There are examples of central-acting agents: methyldopa, clonidine (Catapres, Kapvay), guanfacine (Intuniv, Tenex).

To reduce the number of daily medicines you necessity, your medical expert can write a combination of low-dose medicines instead of a single dose of a single drug. In actuality, two or more blood pressure medicines are frequently more emphatic than one. Finding the conjunction of the most intended medicines or medicines is the subject of trial and error.

Obstructive Hypertension: When it is arduous monitoring your hypertension?

If your blood pressure is high in spite of taking at least three different types of high BP medications, one of which should usually be diuretic, you may have resistant hypertension.

Those who have controlled hypertension, but at the same time do intake four different types of drugs and this situation is also considered as resistant hypertension. Usually, the probability of a secondary cause of HBP should be re-evaluated.

If you and your medical specialist can recognize your hypertension which is a good sign for you that can accomplish your goal with the help of healing, which is more effective?

Your Doctor can Treat Hypertension as well as You

If you do not review your HBP drugs, then your BP may suffer. If you leave the dosage because you cannot buy medicines, because you have side effects or because you just skip taking medicines, talk to your medical expert. Do not modify your treatment without guidance of your medical expert.

Make your Daily Routine Healthy

Lifestyle can help you to decrease and prevent your blood pressure even if you are taking blood pressure medicine. Here are some tips for you:

Natural Treatment for Blood Pressure

Consume Healthy Food

Eat healthy diets. Try dietary of lifestyle approaches to prevent high blood pressure (DASH) diet. This diet focuses on fruits, leafy green vegetables, yogurt, poultry, fish, whole grains, low-fat and carbohydrate based dairy edibles. Consume plenty of potassium, which can help inhibit and monitor hypertension. Eat shorter chain saturated fats and Trans fats.

Consume Least of Salt

If you want to lead a healthy life add quiet low amount of salt in your diet. Decrease sodium 2,300 milligrams (mg) a day or less in your diet because sodium intake of 1,500 mg a day or less is generally ideal for most of the adults.

Keep away yourself from soups or frozen dinners because these types of item can contain a good amount of salt which is not good for hypertension.

Keep Low Healthy Weight

If you are troubled by your HBP, make your lifestyle healthy and you are overweight or obese, maintain your weight or losing weight. Overweight situation can be a risk of health problems. It is possible for you to reduce your blood pressure to about 1 mm Hg with each weight loss (about 2.2 of pounds).

Enhance Physical Activity

Regular physical activity, and strategies like dancing, playing, running, walking, etc. can help reduce your blood pressure. This is as these activities help to manage stress, reduce your risk of many health problems and keep your weight under control.

Moderate aerobic activity at least 150 minutes in a week, whatever time suitable for you. 75 minute a week vigorous aerobic activity. You can do also a combination of moderate and vigorous activity. You may perform the following:

Brisk walking, hiking, swimming, spinning, aerobics classes, dancing, cross country skiing, and kickboxing.

Swimming laps, jogging, Race walking, running.

Decrease Liquor in your life

Consuming liquor it can raise your blood pressure. Decrease liquor in your daily life. Healthy persons i.e. women can take up to one drink a day and up to two drinks a day is allowable for men. One drink equals 12 ounces of beer (5% alcohol), 5 ounces of wine (12% alcohol) or 1.5 ounces of distilled spirits (40% alcohol).

Stop Smoking

Tobacco can damage the walls of the blood vessel and can speed up the process of plaque production in the arteries. If you smoke and want to quit smoke ask your doctor to help you quit. Smoke is very dangerous for your life.

Keep away Mental and Physical Tension

Sleep early and get up early i.e. get more sleep, try relaxation techniques, talk to someone, indulge in physical activity, and avoid caffeine, liquor, and nicotine. These activities are needed in physical tension.

Blood Pressure Monitoring at home

When you monitor your blood pressure at home you should know these things, about your device accuracy. Sit quietly before and during BP monitoring. Measure your BP twice daily. Do not measure your blood pressure right after you wake up. Avoid food, caffeine, tobacco and liquor for 30 minutes before taking a measurement.

If your device is already showing normal readings, don’t stop or change your medicine without asking your medical expert first. The home monitoring device can help you keep closer tabs on your blood pressure.

Muscle Relaxation and Deep Breathing: Do deep breaths exercise i.e. breathe in and out in slow motion, it can slow the heartbeat and lower or stabilize blood pressure. Stress can temporarily boost blood pressure so refrain from it. Wear loose clothing, take off your shoes while meditating relaxing and performing breathing exercises and get comfortable.

Gestational Hypertension: It occurs when high BP (greater than or equal to 140/90 mmHg) occurs. It happens only during pregnancy, without the appearance of protein in the urine. In this situation, you should contact your medical expert and take advice.

Alternative Medicine for Blood Pressure as another possibility

These medicines are available as another possibility like homeopathy, traditional medicine, chiropractic, acupressure, acupuncture and so on.

Though healthy eating and regular exercise are the most suitable strategies for reducing your blood pressure, few supplements also can help to reduce it. However, more research is required to determine the probable benefits.

It is best to comprise these as food items in your diet while you can also take supplements or medicine. Ask your medical expert before incorporating any of these supplements in your blood pressure treatment. Some may meet with complementary medicines which can lead to harmful side effects such as extended risks of bleeding, etc. which can be un-treatable.

You can also practice resting method, such as deep breathing or meditation, which can help you to lose and reduce your stress level. These exercises can reduce your blood pressure for a short time.

Control your High Blood Pressure without extra medication

High blood pressure is not a complication that you can cure and then ignore under modern medicine. This is a condition that you need to control for the rest of your life. To keep your blood pressure in proper control:

Consume your Medicines Appropriately

If you find side effects or cost problems do not stop consuming your drugs. Question your doctor about yet another option.

Go for regular Blood Pressure Checkup

You can not control your BP yourself. You and your doctor together make a team to treat your blood pressure for a proper resolution. Monitoring your blood pressure at home is not a worthy solution. You should visit the doctor and follow the prescription.

Adopt healthy habits or lifestyle. Quit smoking in case you do it. Limit your alcohol consumption. Eat healthy foods. Try to lose excess weight and get regular physical activity.

Follow proper Healthy Habits

Consume healthy foods and drinks, keep yoga in your daily life, lose weight, control on your alcohol habits, do more physical activity, play in the park with your kids, enjoy your life with good habits.

Remove stress

Do not always remain serious, feel cheerful, keep the distance from negative thoughts, and make good surroundings around you.

Take the knowledge about blood pressure

If you are not hypertensive and still inspire yourself to be connected with uncontrolled hypertension. Through this write up your friends and family also can know everything about blood pressure.

Blood Pressure Machine (BP Machines)

BP Machines are also referred to as:

Blood Pressure Monitor (BP Monitor)

Blood Pressure Equipment (BP Equipment)

or Blood Pressure Device (BP Device)

These may be:

These are known by the names:

The brand names may be different. These may be for clinical use or home use. Some of these are even wearable on wrist.

Get ready for appointment with Cardiologist and make a list of Dos and Don’ts

If you are feeling high BP or you have doubts do not waste your time. Visit your family doctor for blood pressure checkup.

Take care of these things before getting blood pressure checked.

Wear loose short sleeve shirts so that blood pressure cuffs sit around your arm properly. Avoid eating food, drinking, caffeine, tobacco, smoking and alcohol for at least 30 minutes before taking measurements, before measuring your blood pressure try to go to toilet among other preparations that your doctor may ask.

Make a medicine list which medicine you are taking. In some other condition mostly take these medicines like pain medications, cold medicines, antidepressant, birth control pills and other may raise your blood pressure. Without your doctor’s advice do not stop taking any prescription medications as it can be harmful to your health.

Blood pressure patients have lot things to discuss with the doctor but owing to short appointment period you cannot discuss properly. There are some important things in this write-up that may be useful during your appointment or this list will help you find out what to expect from your doctor.

What and Why should you do under Hypertension?Selection of Best Cardiologist

You should first select the best cardiologist according to your budget, location and other relevant factors. When you make a search you can seek like Best Cardiologist in India, Best cardiologist in UP, Best Cardiologist in Lucknow, Best Cardiologist in Kanpur, Best cardiologist in Prayagraj and so on. You may go through their profile and recommendations to select the one for you. Also, check for other relevant problems you may be suffering from like which means more than 100 Heart rate or Pulse rate which are always the same.

Awareness of symptom or sign

Hypertension is a risk factor for heart disease so when you feel sign of pain in chest, vision problems, blood in the urine, severe headache, difficulty breathing, irregular heartbeat, fatigue or confusion, shortness of breath, pounding in your chest, neck, or ears then your medicine expert will help you how to treat your HBP.

Learn about your Personal Medical Information

Know about yourself such as diabetes, heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, kidney diseases and family changes in any major stress or recent life.

List all the medicines and vitamins or supplements you are taking.

Do not go alone to your Cardiologist

Infrequently it is difficult to memorize all the information provided by the doctor during an appointment. Family member or friend can remember something that you missed or forgot.

Talk about your diet and exercise habits

If you are not following any diet routine this time you can frankly discuss your diet or exercise routine with your doctor.

Make a list of question to ask your medical expert.

The timing of the conversation is limited in the appointment, due to which we cannot ask all questions to the doctor. Below is a list of some important questions that will help you in the conversation with your doctor.

What type of case study will I need?

Which food items should I eat or avoid?

Don’t hesitate to ask questions. You can ask your questions at any time.

Expectation from your doctor

The doctor can ask you the following questions

Tell about your family history of diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, high cholesterol

Explain your daily routines like diet or exercise habits

How much you take liquor or smoke in a week?

Notify your previous blood pressure measurement. What they are?

So keep this information handy in order to be able to produce it before your doctor when you see him.

You can reduce HBP by self through this practice

Try to lose weight, regular exercise and walk, reduce your sodium intake, healthy diet, try quitting smoking and liquor as these are the primary defense against HBP.

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Originally published at https://vvfit.com on October 23, 2019.

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Covid-19 Care Packs in USA – How To Take Care of Covid-19 Patient At Home?

Covid-19 care packs in USA COVID-19 pandemic is a deadly new strain of coronavirus (coronaviruses) that has been diagnosed in China. COVID-19 has become one of the most widespread health concerns with its rapid spread through crowded settings like hospitals, clinics, and health care facilities.

Pandemic COVID-19 is caused by a new coronavirus, SARS-CoV-2, which is highly contagious. Older people and those who have serious underlying medical issues like lung or heart disease are at greater risk for acquiring more serious symptoms from COVID pandemic.

The earlier a person contracts COVID, the higher the chance of suffering severe complications such as pneumonia, liver failure, and even death. The symptoms of COVID are generally non-specific such as cough, fever, swollen lymph nodes, muscle aches, and other unexplained symptoms that are similar to other respiratory infections.

When a person contracts COVID-19, the symptoms can be quite mild. However, if these symptoms are not treated and they do not clear up on their own, then complications can develop. Symptoms of COVID can also include loss of appetite, vomiting, nausea, and diarrhea. Other symptoms include fever, chills, sweating, and a cough that produces blood.

Many health care providers in the United States, including doctors and nurses, have had a tough time understanding and dealing with this new virus. It’s important to have a basic understanding of how to prevent the disease in order to help those who have been exposed and to keep them healthy.

The best way to stop COVID is to avoid having contact with people with the disease, especially in people who are extremely ill, as well as to use strong disinfectants and always be aware of your surroundings. If you become ill with COVID, get medical attention as soon as possible.

Here are some ways you can care for a Covid-19 patient at the home with the help of Covid-19 care packs in USA.

Pick a ‘sick room’: The ill person should remain in a Bedroom with a door if at all possible, rather than come out except to go to the toilet. Nobody else should spend time in that area more than absolutely required. Kids and pets should remain out.

Pick a ‘sick bathroom’:If you have two baths, Make one of them the ill person’s toilet, and don’t let anyone else use it. If you don’t have 2, you’re going to have to clean every surface they touch once they go to the bathroom, so it’s clean when you or other people you live with should utilize it.

Fever check: Take the temperature of the patient several times daily, without getting near them.

Keep them hydrated:Be sure they are drinking a lot of water along with other liquids.

Alleviate their symptoms: Give them medicine to lower their fever, such as acetaminophen and ibuprofen. Be sure the sick person understands how much to take — read the label on the jar and follow it. Do not let them take more than the recommended dose of any Medication. Keep track of what the sick person has taken and when.

Keep them comfortable:Be certain they have blankets and pillows, magazines, books, and a computer or TV to pass the time, and a charger to get their phone near their bed, so you don’t have to go in and out of the room. Keep silent so that they can sleep.

Assist them with meals, but keep your space: Find a tray which you could use to make them food or drinks when they need it. Put the food and beverages on the tray, and place it outside their door. Walk away. They could open the door, get the tray, eat in their area, and then put the tray back to the ground outside the door and close it.

If they can’t get out of bed:Wear a mask or cloth over your mouth and nose when you move in their room, and also have the patient cover theirs too. Bring their food and beverage to their bedside table, and go back after a while to pick it up again, wearing a mask or cloth again. Wash their dishes thoroughly with hot soap and water. Do not touch your face after handling their dishes, and wash your hands completely once you touch whatever they ate or drank from.

Maintain their laundry separate: Make sure they have a basket in the sick room. Have them place it out their door when it is full, or put on a mask or cloth over your mouth and nose when you go in to get it. Wash their clothes, bedding, and towels separately from anyone else’s.

Cleaning: Go through your whole home and use disinfectant spray or wipes to wash everything the sick person might have touched when they had been in the early phases of becoming sick. This includes tables, hard-backed chairs, doorknobs, switches, handles cabinets, refrigerators, desks, toilets, sinks, keyboards, and much more. Wash items they wore or utilized in the days before you isolated them.

Say no to visitors:You should not be having guests. If you need to see somebody in person, do it outside your house, preferably outside, and remain at least six feet away from them.

Stay home yourself:Now you and others in your house have had contact with a person who has or may have COVID-19, you could carry the virus together with you to work or the shop, even if you don’t have symptoms. Get delivery from restaurants and grocery shops, or ask family or friends if they are able to help you, and leave the items out of your front door.

Conclusion

Covid-19 care packs in USA includes an oximeter for measuring oxygen levels in the blood, N 95 masks, sanitizer, SPO2, PPE kit, ply mask, thermometer, and a BP measuring machine. Patients can call a nurse for monitoring of vitals and follow-up treatments. If you are looking to buy these packs, contact us today.

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Treat me like garbage for 3+ years and try to deny me my unemployment? We'll see about that.

This is a bit of a long one, so strap in, grab some popcorn, and enjoy. Happened some years ago. If you find any spelling or grammar errors. Keep them and breed them, they make great pets. Tl;dr at the bottom.

So some background; due to some personal reasons, I needed a new start. Years ago, I moved cross country to a state famous for its mountains, colours, and legal drug use. Since I had some family that wanted me to drive some items they'd stored on the eastern coast of the US to the state. I agreed and decided on moving since I could easily transfer all of my schooling to another college in the area. My folks were abusive and I moved out about a week after getting a job, but this isn't about them.

Enter my old boss. They came from the kind of money that paid their way into an ivy league school and owns several properties around town. Their also the sort of person who stopped their birth control just to get pregnant and keep their equally douchey boyfriend around. Just some background and used to establish character.

The Details & Background

My new job was working as an assistant. I thought that it was odd that the interview was at a Starbucks, but I needed the job. I accepted minimum wage as a 1099 employee--yes I know I was dumb at the time, don't worry, I've learned better--and started. My new workplace was out of their basement. Odd, but I'm a good guy, so I roll with it.

Folks I'm not exaggerating in the least when I say I worked sometimes upwards of 70+ hours a week. This was a job that was pitched to me as "part-time." After months there, I did everything from answering phones, running social media and websites, drafting estimates, doing all IT work, some minor cleaning, and generally trying to help out this business in any way I could. I bent over backwards and then some more. Years later I realized I set an impossibly high standard for myself and others as the first employee of this business.

Fast forward to some years in the future. I had left due to some stress-related health concerns. Essentially, I had a small stroke because of the stress and berating. I later came back, as I was and still am a very "pay it forward" person. And felt that I owed the company for getting me a start in an industry that got me out of retail. I've since learned better in this respect too.

The work environment was never great. Any small mistake was treated as a large offense. Instead of this being a red flag to me; I doubled down. Did beyond my best to check all work and even taught myself some coding and server management that would help the business. Business started to pick up and we were soon busy enough to be able to afford a new location (I had suggested leasing a place near our primary clientele). We also needed to hire more staff since the workload was too much for two people.

Before I left the first time, I had trained two office personnel. The company had also promoted me. As anyone who has worked in a small business can tell you, you'll wear a lot of hats. So my job title was somewhere around Estimator/IT/Office Manager/Field Representative. The owner had also bought a house in a residential neighborhood with the intention of renovating it to be our new office.

Problems & Red Flags

Well... any business has it's problems, here's the ones for this company: -New office was a house. The lot was zoned for residential. This was apparent at the time of purchase. -While homeowners can pull permits, you have to actually pull the permit for the work. -We couldn't keep staff or subs to save our life. Turn over was ridiculous. -The owner was using the business accounts as their personal accounts. -Anytime the owner came back in; all staff were expected to drop what they were doing and listen to their tirade and demands. Gods help you if you forgot anything or didn't do it to their exact--sometimes incorrect--specifications. Or the specifications they came up with and didn't tell you about. -The owner would scream, shout, and fume with staff. -The owner dated subs. -The owner often requested that I forge or backdate paperwork. (I'm a notary, this is not only illegal, but I could lose that privilege.) -The owner and other workers would smoke pot on the premises. (I'm cool with recreational use, but don't partake myself.) -We would have to constantly juggle credit cards, accounts, and other funds, often begging the owner to be able to pay our supplier(s) to end the throng of endless, angry phone calls and emails asking for payment. -The owner was a serial appointment canceller. Often, I had appointments dropped into my lap past the time I would need to actually travel there and arrive on time.

After more than three combined years of verbal abuse, threats and demands for payment, dealing with a revolving door of angry staff, and having more than one occasion where subs threatened me and the office staff for not being paid; I was ready to leave. I put in my notice as I was having the same stress-related health issues.

The owner panicked and offered to sit down and talk things out. I had no intention of going back to working for $13/hr, with no benefits, and dealing with downright childish behaviour. I hadn't even been sat down for an interview, offered any sort of salary when I came back, and jumped in because they desperately needed the help. I knew that and got straight to work.

But here we were in a public shop, talking things over and I explained the issues in this toxic environment and how it was affecting me. Why I was leaving and that I was sorry things had turned out this way.

To my surprise, they came back with a counteroffer for a fair wage, praised my work, threw in some benefits, and offered to let me work from home for a large percentage of the week. I was still working on lining up a better job at the time and due to a series of equally bad employment situations before; don't work for a GC if you can help it, I needed to rebuild my savings. I agreed and had written proof of this agreement.

Three months go by and for nearly every week I've received multiple calls after my shift asking, why I haven't been doing (x, y, z) task. Why (insert insurance or customer name) hasn't paid up yet. And, of course, being called into the office more due to the "needs of the business." Anytime I'm in the office I'm putting out more fires than the New York Fire Department. Their bookkeeping assistant treats me like garbage. Anytime I had to teach them how to use a new system or even Excel, I'm met with opposition, stubbornness, and later would receive complaints about how I was "being condescending" to them. (In truth, they were very computer illiterate and unqualified for their position.) But they worked for next to nothing and would flatter the owner. They were generally two-faced and a brown-noser.

The company also had a new office manager since I was working on mostly estimates and negotiations. This was one of the two I had trained and they were a sweetheart. They deserved more than they got there and were days where I had found them breaking down crying. The owner treated them worse than they had treated me and so did their "bookkeeper." I felt sorry for them and eventually, they were fired. It's unfortunate, but they are doing better now from what I've heard.

Well, when the office manager was fired, bookkeeper and the owner drafted up a TON of fake write-ups. Backdating them, forging signatures, and generally trying to make them look like the worst worker to ever exist.

I was upset. This was someone who had been in a similar position that I had been in; saved from the world of retail and trying to gain experience to get a better job. They were a hard worker and set the standard impossibly high. The customers loved them and they ran the office like a well-oiled machine. I honestly think that they had done a better job than I had in some respects.

I brought up how the office manager as indicated by the write-up form was entitled to a copy of the form. That backdating and what was done here was not only inappropriate but illegal. Both bookkeeper and the owner brushed off what I said.

Big red flag.

At this point, I started looking for other work. I was in the office nearly every day and I had even gotten there early enough to open up on most days, then close. I was miserable and kept having chest pains due to the stress. During this time, I was trying to get approval to go on hormone replacement therapy (HRT) since I am trans. In order to qualify, you have to be of certain health requirements. Having a high BP will disqualify you for very valid health reasons.

Due to where I live, I had to drive over an hour away to be seen for these services. Bummer, but I do it anyway. It takes over six months to get an appointment, where I'm told that I need to lower my blood pressure, or I can't safely start HRT.

I'm devastated, I cried, I got seriously depressed, and it only made things worse. To the point that my toxic work environment had stressed me beyond stressed. I came home one day, walked past my roommate like a zombie, went into the shower in our bathroom fully clothed, turned on the cold water, and just... laid there for an hour.

My roommate had been urging me to quit. Seeing the employer abuse, how upset I was, and how my depression was starting to spiral out of control again. Instead of quitting, I put together a solid business plan, job descriptions, improved workflows, and really just a huge document on "How to Unfuck Your Business." Presented the product of several hours of my own time to the owner. Who dismissed it in a loud bar where we could barely hear each other.

After three more months of waiting and trying to prompt change that would never come, I quit.

The Revenge

Since I had left without lining up another, immediate job; and frankly, need therapy, I applied for unemployment benefits due to health reasons. In my country, you can be awarded benefits if you meet a set of strict criteria. Which, after a good day of research, I realized I did meet.

I had never applied for unemployment in my life and having grown up with family that were a mix of benefits fraud poster children and welfare queens; I never wanted to "use the system." But I had bills to pay and needed the time off to pick up my mental pieces after everything that had happened and I was going through. My roommate and I were running low on our savings, so I needed the unemployment.

Swallowing down my pride, I applied and after over a month of back and forth and paperwork; I received my unemployment award.

We breathed a sigh of relief as I continued to recover and look for work. Three months go by and we're past the period of an employer being able to dispute a claim. Again, sigh of relief. I was nearly certain that they were going to try and file against me.

Well, I was right. Turns out they had lied and gotten an extension, filed against my claim. Claiming that I was fired for poor performance.

I was livid.

How dare they insinuate that I did anything less than give 100% at that festering hole of toxicity they called an office! I worked well past my shifts, I had learned and set up the systems and documents they used for nearly everything, and I had treated their company as though it was my own. Sacrificing time, sanity, health, and even some of my own equipment to ensure it succeeded. I kept going when so many had walked away from the dumpster fire that was their business.

Fuck this.

Fuck the owner and fuck this. I immediately and angrily started my research to build my case.

I read the document and the "hearing" was scheduled as a phone hearing in front of a deputy representing the department. There's also a deadline to submit supporting documents. The very latest you could submit documentation for both the former employee and employer was within 24 hours before the scheduled hearing.

Over the next three or so weeks I gathered up years worth of notes from medical providers I had seen, statements from former employees, witnesses to both my mental state and the state of the office environment, etc.

When the office manager had left, they filed for unemployment (which they were justified in). The owner had laughed, drafted up false write-up forms, filed for an extension, and the office manager's claim was decided that the office manager didn't have enough proof and documentation--they hadn't bothered to turn in any--and lost their claim. Which means that the claimant has to pay back any money awarded. The owner and bookkeeper laughed and carried on, bragging about their "handiwork."

Now, I knew that there was going to be a fresh stack of fake write-up forms with my name all over them. I was the one who had authored the write-up forms. I've never once had a write-up form in any job I've worked. I waited until 10 minutes before the deadline, used an online faxing service, and faxed over copies of all of my supporting documents to both the former employer and the deputy for the hearing. Leaving the company no time to turn in any documentation. I kept copies of the faxes to both of them, along with the successful notification that they had been received by both parties.

If they had any documentation, they had to send it to both parties. Since I hadn't gotten anything from them or the deputy, I knew I was the only one walking in with ammo.

Upon further research, I discovered that I could attend the hearing in person. Which, I was more than happy too. Armed with a bulging folder full of evidence, collared shirt, tie, and a beaming smile on my face, I shook hands with the deputy and they called my former employer.

Bookkeeper answers the phone, we're sworn in, all documentation is listed and verified that it has been received, and they give the employer's side of the story.

My gods, to say that they bashed me would be an understatement. Speed bumps take less abuse. "I didn't work." "My work was sloppy." "I was rude to customers." "I refused to go into the office," and so on.

At this point, I'm honestly doing my best to keep quiet and not laugh. They even tried to say that because I was trans, I left because of that. Makes no sense, but ok. I give my statement; which I had written out and practiced several times before this hearing. All the while bookkeeper continually interrupts me and the deputy has to tell them to let me speak, as I did the same for them.

I finish and we start going through the evidence.

Of COURSE bookkeeper is waffling, saying they have evidence (emails and write-ups, both easy to fake since they controlled my employee email account) and starting to reference evidence that neither I or the deputy have received. The deputy has to interrupt them and state that anything they have is inadmissible since they didn't turn it in before the generous deadline.

They are livid and I can tell in the background that the owner is feeding them things to say. (Bookkeeper is not the sharpest spoon in the knife drawer.) Which was an old habit of theirs for anyone who answered the phone in the office.

I spend my sweet, sweet time going through the mountain of evidence I have. I'm interrupted several times and politely ask in my most honeyed of tones, "Bookkeeper, I let you speak freely, can you please do the same for me?"

They are livid. Both the deputy and I could hear the seething rage over the phone and the poor deputy just rolls their eyes over the course of the hour. Having to remind bookkeeper that they are under oath. As they made several contradicting statements. After hearing the evidence from both sides and several claims by bookkeeper of, "This is the owner's 'bread and butter,' you're taking food from their kid's mouths." To which, I calmly reply, "Oh! Excuse me bookkeeper, I'll keep that in mind during this hearing, and when I go to pay rent." The deputy got a chuckle out of that but had to ask me to "keep it civil."

To add to this buttery, decadent roll of sweet, sweet revenge; one of my witnesses was called who was a former employee. Not only did they back up my story, but they got to enjoy jabbing them back too.

Needless to say, a few weeks later I got the results of the hearing and the deputy had ruled in my favour. There was a period of time where both parties were welcome to repeal the decision and we would appear in another hearing. At that time, recordings of the exchange would be made available to both parties. They never repealed.

You would think this would be the end of my revenge. Admittedly, it's not bad, but not pro revenge material yet.

It Gets Better

Before I had left, one of the many bills that had been perpetually left unpaid were the insurances for the company. Which included their unemployment insurance. I smiled each time I deposited my check, knowing full well that there was a very real possibility that over 7k of my unemployment came directly from them.

But I wasn't done. My professionalism had been insulted and dragged through the mud.

You see, I knew nearly everything that was going on in that company. I had made their systems, documents, edited contracts, and was ingrained in nearly every aspect of their operation. I knew they were facing an audit by their former insurance provider.

I called their former insurer and spoke with the auditor. I detailed all of the OSHA, federal, and state violations. I also informed them of the paperwork forging that I had seen while I was there and of several unsafe practices. They thanked me for my time and I happily ended the call.

Next stop, the IRS. I made a report and gave detailed information in regards to their records and even provided why they were not able to file on time. Again thanked for my time and honesty.

Afterward, I decided to touch up with a few of my friends with the regional building department. They were more than happy to listen.

In the three years I had worked there, I had the opportunity to meet and get to know several local businesses and their assistants around town. I spent the next two weeks calling and emailing several key businesses in the area that were their suppliers, vendors, subs, and labour suppliers. I never said an untrue word, asked if they had time to talk, and summarily, was thanked for my time. Funny thing about their assistants too; they control scheduling and well, answer the phones. I'm on good terms with several of them and they backed my story.

Wouldn't you know it, their business address was mysteriously devoid of their trailer, equipment, and signs not long after. They still have an online presence and probably will as long as their family continues to bail them out.

I'm writing this after years because after working for several bad employers, I now have a good job with an amazing company that supports me. It's the result of my years of experience, credentials, and having to eat shit for all those years.

Tl;dr: Abusive employer abuses employees, tries to deny me unemployment, drags me through the mud during the hearing. I not only win my case, but report them enough to drive them out of their location and likely, business.

(source) story by (/u/27thFrequency)

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1) I picked this song by The Hollies, because not only does it fit the theme of Eddy and his brother, but also the friendship between the Eds. I also think it’s a good road trip song. 

2) This song talks about two people who did something so wrong that they have to leave town, but it’s also about fate bringing two people together despite the circumstances, and how, even through the worst times, love can survive because ‘’it’s written in the stars’’. The singer’s lover is a con man, and despite their apparent bad luck due to his life of crime, she considers herself very lucky to have him, so it has a BONNIE & CLYDE to it. Unlike the story of Romeo and Juliet, the stars of Lana and her lover align perfectly  so they are not star-crossed lovers doomed to not be. They are soul-mates. I think it fits the Eds being on the run, and also staying together through it all and being lucky enough to find a friendship so pure and strong. 

3) This song I found by accident. It’s very Indie, but I think it fits the mood of the Eds embarking on a journey to find Eddy’s brother. Before, they were just running away with nowhere to go-- fugitives, if you will-- but now they have a purpose. When the Eds decide upon their destination, the mood between their group somewhat shifts from hopeless to having hope and a new place to go. 

4) And speaking of hope... this song is the complete opposite of the one proceeding it, in that it’s somewhat of a downer. Basically it talks about a woman’s ‘’all hope is lost’’ moment. Considering the journey of the Eds and the rest of the kids in this movie, I feel like this song really fits their breaking point-- especially the Eds. When I heard this song for the first time, it reminded me of the infamous Swamp Scene, particularly Edd and Eddy’s fight. This is the Eds’ ‘’All Hope is Lost’’ moment, that every good three act story structure should have. It’s here when the Eds are at their lowest. This song could also fit the other kids and their ‘’All is Lost’’ moments, like Nazz and Kevin’s falling out and Rolf being ‘’betrayed’’ by his loyal pig. But it mainly makes me think of the Eds, particularly Eddy who not only blames himself for the scam that caused this mess in the first place, but also that a guy like him SHOULDN’T even have hope. 

5) ‘’Ride’’ is such a beautiful song and I highly recommend that everyone check out the music video, there’s a very lovely monologue that proceeds the song. 

But anyway, this song is pretty straightforward. It’s about a woman who lives on the road, basically in a biker gang. She kinda grows tired of the road, and not having a stable home to go back to. Lana rides in order to try and escape her life. It’s her only escape from her nightmares. So she’s been out on the road because something has gone wrong and she cannot cope with it. Self-explanatory. It’s a good road trip song. 

6- 7) I was inspired by @queen-asante but yeah, basically all the villain’s songs in the musical The Life remind me of Eddy’s brother. 

8-10) All the love ballads in the musical The Life strangely remind me of Nazz and her supposedly unrequited love triangle with Kevin and his bike. In the musical The Life, the main character, Queen, is forced to work as a prostitute on the streets of New York while her boyfriend works as a drug dealer. All she wants is to ‘’hang up her hooker shoes for good’’ and live a nice quiet life where she and her boyfriend can settle down and ‘’raise a bunch of kids’’, but her boyfriend, Fleetwood, turns out to be a loser who spends all her money on dope. So she constantly battles with herself, deciding whether or not she should leave him. In the first song, ‘’He’s No Good’’, she knows he’s just using her but she convinces herself that she would be nothing without him. In the second song, ‘’I’m Leaving You’’, she actually makes the decision to leave his ass for good. In the last song, ‘’We Had a Dream’’ she reminisces over why she made this decision (and this theme is a constant reprise throughout the show). She talks about how her and Fleet were just a couple of kids from Savannah who had dreams of New York and the life they could make together. They used to be happy, but now all Fleet cares about is drugs and money, so the dream slipped further and further away. I know the context of these songs is a lot more adult, deeper and complex than a preteen love triangle between a cheerleader, a jock and a hunk of metal, but these ballads are so incredibly beautiful, and I can imagine Nazz singing them about her and Kevin, how her and Kev used to have dreams together, but now all he cares about is his bike.  

11) And yet another song from The Life. I feel like if BPS were a musical, this would be an AMAZING Act II Opening Number, depicting all the kids, now separated and at their breaking points, singing about a ‘’someday’’ that will never come, a very cliche and overused theme in musicals, but one that works so well. Just take out all the hooker lyrics, lol. For instance, I can see the Puerto Rican hooker being Rolf in that ‘’Someday Rolf be going back to Old Country, then his life is going to be grand/ All Rolf gonna do all day is stare out at the ocean and his back will hardly ever leave the sand!’’ The gay hooker, of course, would be Jimmy in that ‘’Someday I'll be owning me the cutest little dress shop that the town of Peach Creek’s ever seen. Living like a lady in a cottage in the country with my husband and my sewing machine.’�� And Eddy will get the last lyric ‘’Someday is for suckers like me!’’

12) Last song from The Life. This is one of the most beautiful love song friendship duets in any musical ever (WICKED who?), and I can definitely see Edd and Eddy singing this to each other during Eddy’s tearful confession. 

13- 15) Because I talked about BPS having a BONNIE & CLYDE theme in that three very close friends are on the run, of course I had to include songs from the BONNIE & CLYDE musical. The first one of course is the Eds celebrating their brilliant escape from the kids. The second one ‘’Dyin’ Ain’t So Bad’’ sounds like a song Double D would sing, since death (or just getting beat up by the kids) seems pretty inevitable at this point, but it wouldn’t be so bad as long as he had his friends. And the last one is a nice reprise that all the Eds would sing.

16) Because I had so many sad songs on this list, I decided to throw in a really upbeat, happy one from none other than Hairspray. Picture this: in place of the ‘’Friends Are There to Help You’’ song, wouldn’t it have been neat if they ended BPS with a music video style end credits with all the kids singing a song similar to this? Would’ve been a great finale and left the show on such a good note.