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jaubaius · 2 years
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Basic for drummers,but it’s not easy!
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headpainmigraine · 8 months
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How to talk to doctors when you're chronically ill
Always be deferential
Pretend you don't know any three-syllable words
Use small words
Don't use technical language about the disorder you're living with (this can make you sound like you've been spending too much time on WebMD, which means you a filthy liar and a fake)
Don't use casual language; doctors don't understand any words that aren't shown in a textbook
Don't be too descriptive when talking about your pain (this makes you sound too emotional, which makes you sound like you're exaggerating, which means you're a filthy liar and a fake)
Don't mention your other diagnosis/es - one appointment, one problem
If you've heard of a treatment that has worked for your condition that you haven't tried yet, no you haven't.
Remember to remind the doctor of your medical history in full, so that they don't prescribe you something you're allergic to, and if they do it's your fault
Don't talk about medication, you drug seeking addict
Make sure to mention what medication you've already tried to save the doctor's time trying to prescribe it again
It is up to you as a layman to know what drugs interact with what drugs you might already be taking; never check with the doctor, it is annoying to them
NEVER finish a sentence.
Could this symptom be related? No. No, it can't. Don't bring it up.
Don't leave out anything that could be vital to your diagnosis or treatment!
Pretend you don't know anything about your disability: doing otherwise provokes a threat response in doctors, which can present as correcting you incorrectly, or just shutting down and dismissing you entirely
If you are seeing a specialist for an un-related issue, make sure to let the doctor know; they'd like to join in and LARP as a specialist too!
Do not mention what it could be, because that is what it is not.
Always be deferential. (I mean, licking the floor is going overboard, but a little kneeling never hurt anyone)
And remember:
If it works, it's because the doctor did something right.
If it doesn't work, it's because you did something wrong.
(Also, you're fat, lose weight)
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autumn2may · 9 months
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Johnson & Johnson is currently, like right this minute, trying to extend their patent on the TB drug bedaquiline, keeping it out of generic for another four years. TB killed about 30,000 people last week and is the world's deadliest infectious disease.
If this drug does not go generic now it could affect 6 million people in the next four years (the time it would take the "new" patent to run out). Out of those millions of people who get TB, but can't get bedaquiline, most of them will die. From a PREVENTABLE DISEASE.
Why is this happening? Money. But also, because TB is not an issue in countries like the US. We can afford its $1.50 a pill price. But if you live in a poor country, that's too much money to spend on something you need to take for up to four months.
J&J needs to let this drug go public and do its job in places that can't currently afford it. They need to help people, instead of trying to wring the last few drops of money out of one of their many products, at the cost of human lives. @sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog does a waaaay better job of explaining this than me. Check out the video and the video description for links and ways to help!
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tufnation · 6 months
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wayfaringmd · 6 months
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Spotted on a hospital record:
“This is a morbidly obese, spitefully cantankerous 73 yo female…”
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moonylupin1973 · 7 months
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PLEASE READ EVERYTHING BEFORE THE CUT THOROUGHLY.
A/N: Story not produced by my brain music, but the same ideas apply for listening to music. This story is 100% based off of how I felt listening to "As the world caves in" by Matt Maltese. Sad AF. Longer than my other stories for sure. Read with a good mindset for your discretion.
Warnings: Regulus falls in love, becomes depressed after being told Y/N is in a medically induced coma, romeo and Juliet effect fr, it's depressing af. TW SUICIDE ATTEMPT FROM Y/N, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, TALK OF SUICIDE, sorry if the medical terms are incorrect if you are a nurse/doctor etc. Just get the tissues already.
Ship: Slytherin x Muggle
Summary: Regulus falls in love with a muggle He knows to be his brother Sirius' roommate while in the Muggle hospital. Once creating a friendship with them, He was upset to hear that they were placed into a medically induced coma, leaving a Daffodil a day for them until coming in one day to hear they flatlined. Regulus does everything in his power to use dark magic to bring Y/N back to him.
*~*
The rain slammed against the fourth floor windows of the ICU, dark grey clouds were low to the sky-high buildings, hiding the sun away to illuminate a grey and gloomy scene in the heart of London.
Typically, you wouldn't ever see a member of the Black family caught in the muggle world, using muggle medicines and getting help from muggle doctors, but four members of the Black family were in the ICU. The parents of Sirius Black sitting by the side of the bed, while his little brother Regulus was opposite of them, staring at his paler than normal brother.
"I don't understand why we couldn't just use magic-" Sirius was cut off from a hearty cough, sounding painful to his mothers ears.
"We tried everything we could, Sirius... If magic can't fix it, we have no other choice." Walburga replied weakly, holding her sons hand.
"What makes you think muggles can help me?" Sirius asked with obvious sass, but they all chose to ignore it.
The doctor pulled back the curtain to reveal himself and two residents beside him in scrubs. The doctors white coat too white, nearly blinding Sirius at the sight.
"So, we ran a series of tests, he's negative for everything, but seeing Sirius' state, I'm gunna have to ask you to stay longer."
"How much longer?" Orion asked.
"A few days. Possibly a week. It depends how Sirius' body reacts to the medicine we're prescribing him-"
"We have a code blue! Patient found by pedestrian unconscious, I have a weak pulse!" A medic said as they were straddling the patients torso performing chest compressions.
The doctor didn't hesitate to follow the hectic group of nurses and medics.
"Get the defibrillators! We lost their pulse!"
"What's going on?" The doctor pulled a medic behind as they moved the patient into the bed just across and a bed to the left of Sirius' own.
The Black family couldn't help but to watch the scene unravel in front of them.
"Seems to be a young adult, averaging from seventeen to nineteen years old, found unconscious on a riverbank by a pedestrian with a wound to the head; likely from the hard fall to the shallow water, possibly tried to commit suicide. The pedestrian claims their lips were blue, had a weak pulse and breathing was very limited. Kid didn't have a wallet on them, so we aren't able to identify them incase they are a minor and may need to contact parents or guardians." The medic informed the doctor, who watched on while the defibrillators shocked the living hell out of the poor person laying cold and blue on the bed. The doctor looked disappointed to see who it was lifeless on the bed.
"Hey, Hey are they okay?" Sirius pointed to the unconscious patient on the bed.
The doctor turned around and shut the curtain, looking at the family.
"They are doing the best they can to revive them. I'm sorry for completely leaving you, but every patient here is my patient. Now, Sirius' medicine. He needs to stay for a couple days up to a week just so we can see how he react to new medicine and see if he gets into any better state than he is currently in." The doctor told the family.
They nodded, only to hear the residents call out from behind the curtains.
"NINE HUNDRED JOULES! CLEAR! again. CLEAR!" They sounded frantic.
"Doctor, you need to go help them-" Sirius coughed into the tissue he had in his hand.
"And I will once I am done here. Are there any comments, questions, or concerns about the treatments or tests-"
"ONE THOUSAND JOULES! CLEAR! Come on! CLEAR!"
After hearing the humming of the defibrillators, they heard coughing and gasping for air.
"Thank god." One of the medics stated.
"Rest assured, I will go to them now." The doctor stated softly, and Sirius nodded before resting back on his uncomfortable hospital pillow.
The doctor made the mistake of leaving the curtain open just slightly, enough for Regulus to get a full view in his position.
"My name is Doctor Williams, do you know where you are?" They heard.
"I remember you, mate. I'm in the... The bloody hospital." The patient replied, their teeth chattering from their cold and soaked clothes.
"Do you know your name?"
"Y/N Y/L/N."
"How old are you, Y/N?"
"Eighteen."
"Do you know why you're here, Y/N?"
"Do you have to ask me what you already know? We've been through this loads of times, Doc." The patient scoffed with sarcasm dripping off their tongue.
"Is there anybody I can call? Any family? Family friends? Guardians?" The questions overwhelmed Regulus, who wasn't even a patient. Nonetheless, he continued to listen, blocking out the sounds of his mother talking to Sirius.
"Good luck finding them. They live in the colonies now, mate."
"Why aren't you with them?"
"I haven't left the country since the day I was born, and I don't intend to." Y/N replied, annoyed by the doctors questions.
"I understand. Y/N, you hit your head so hard you were found unconscious in a riverbank by a pedestrian. If you hadn't have been saved, water would have settled in your lungs and you would've died if you had been there five minutes later... May I get personal?"
"That's all you doctors are about innit? Getting personal." Y/N stated sassily, refusing to look up at their doctor.
"I understand-"
"I don't think you do. Go on, get personal, Doc." Y/N mocked the professional, who just sat on the stool beside the bed.
Regulus listened closely. He knew he shouldn't listen, but he was one nosy boy, as Walburga claims.
"Now, the medics that arrived at the scene, they are ruling this incident as an attempted suicide," Y/N scoffed in disbelief, "and though they're just brainstorming what could've really happened, that is typically what we see in people who have suicidal tendencies and ideation. I'd like you to convince me that isn't what happened."
Regulus scoffed silently at the assumption. There were many reasons you could've fallen off a bridge. Walking on the four inch wide wooden railing, getting pushed over the side, jumping to avoid getting run over from a wild car chase, leaning to far over the side-
"Doc, I'm going to be brutally honest with you."
"I'd like you to be brutally honest with me as well, Y/N."
"If I was to kill myself, you would find my body in the morgue, not in the ICU."
"Yes, I recall you telling many of our residents that last year."
'Last year?' Regulus thought in wonder.
"And I damn near was, wasn't I?"
"Yes you were, Y/N."
"Hmm... You gunna let me off with a warning and send me home with a lolly, Doc?" Y/N asked, looking at the heart monitor beside them, connected by the little clip on their finger.
"Not this time."
"Why not?" Y/N sounded almost offended.
"You've done a number on your head, Y/N. I have to keep you here until I run a psych eval on you, as well as order you an MRI, see if you finally knocked yourself right. Until then, my resident here will stay with you incase anything happens, I'm gunna order an MRI. Stay."
"I'm not your fucking dog." Y/N spoke fearlessly.
Remus smirked at their tone. Not caring what anybody said to them, just being recklessly stubborn. He lowered his head when the doctor walked past, only to hear a gentle whistle.
He looked up and met eyes with Y/N, who had a weak smirk on their lips.
They nodded upwards to Regulus, who didn't understand the gesture, so he just furrowed his brows slightly.
'You're cute'. Y/N mouthed to him, and without his parents noticing, Regulus sat up straighter and looked behind him jokingly, as if there was somebody else Y/N was talking to.
He looked back at them and saw them give him a cheeky smirk before they laid back down on the bed.
*~*
It had been nearly seventy hours since Regulus saw Y/N, even for a second, or hear their voice.
He was still sat by his brothers bedside, waiting for the doctor to move him to Recovery so they didn't have to watch new patients over-dramatic asses.
"You seem focused." Sirius was quiet, but Regulus looked up to him.
Sirius had a weak smile as he looked to his little brother, his hooded eyes made it look like he was damn near about to fall asleep.
"Focused on trying to get you out of that bed, it's nearly been a weak and you don't look any better." Regulus replied quietly, sitting up straighter.
"You don't give a damn Regulus-"
"Shut your mouth, you idiot. Of course I do..."
"You're wondering about that Code Blue. Me too. We haven't seen them in-"
"A little over seventy hours." Regulus replied.
Sirius just chuckled at his brother, coughing lightly soon after. Doctor Williams hasn't fixed anything for him yet, and he may need to stay even longer than anticipated. Not that Regulus would mind; he wanted to see Y/N again.
"Maybe their MRI caught something that requires surgery." Regulus sighed deeply, relaxing back in his chair.
"This long?"
"It was a head injury."
"For being the best hospital in London, they sure aren't proving it with my lack of progress in medicine and this kids seventy hour long surgery-"
They saw Y/N get wheeled passed them with a wrap on their head and an oxygen mask.
"There's Code Blue." Sirius stated quietly, the two of them watching as Y/N was moved from the gurney to the bed.
"Alright, Y/N, the surgery was a success, thing is, you were under the knife for seventy one hours in order to be as careful as possible. We saved as much hair as we could, but I would invest in a new hairstyle." Doctor Williams spoke from their bedside.
"Oh you're a right prick, Williams. You know It took me forever to grow all that out." Y/N spoke sarcastically, slightly upset about their hair while taking the oxygen mask off.
Regulus just smiled under his hand, careful not to egg the patient on incase the doctor wanted to close the curtain that separated them.
"And as gorgeous as it was, you still have the rest of your life to grow it out."
"Ah yeah, life. Other than the at-home haircut you did on me, did you find anything life threatening or anything that would leave me immobile for longer than a week?" Y/N asked.
"You trying to take my job?"
"I practically live here. Wouldn't mind becoming a full on parasite, yeah?" Y/N rolled their eyes and popped their knuckles.
"We haven't found anything other than a fractured skull and damaged tissue. As long as Dr. Mann comes and gives you your medicine via IV, you should be in recovery and able to check out by the thirtieth."
"That's two weeks away."
"Correct."
"You just can't get enough of me then, eh?"
"I have to go check your lab results, still not allergic to anything, right?"
"You're the doctor, lemme know when you get back."
Doctor Williams hummed before leaving the ICU.
"Back so early?" Sirius spoke up to them, getting their attention. Before Regulus could be embarrassed by his brother, Y/N responded.
"Unfortunately. What's got you in my ICU, brother?" Y/N sat up, taking a breath from the oxygen mask.
"Didn't realise this was your ICU, I sincerely apologise." Sirius replied jokingly, making Y/N give him an amused smile.
"I've been in here longer than Doctor Williams. Spent the majority of my life in this shit-hole of a hospital. What card have you dealt, mate?" Y/N asked, interested in the attractive brothers, who just looked at him.
"Some unknown illness. Apparently it's quite rare. Might name it after me from the looks of it." Sirius said and Regulus looked over to him.
"Don't say that."
"Oh hush. I'm Sirius Black. And you are?" The older brother asked, and Y/N hummed softly before taking a breath from the oxygen mask.
"Y/N Y/L/N, But most call me a mindless twat. Take your pick." Y/N smiled and let out a deep breath.
"Y/N, welcome back." Dr. Mann stated, holding a syringe in her gloved hand.
"Right. Metallic taste or drowsiness?" Y/N asked.
"Bit of both." She replied to them. Y/N just nodded as they watched her inject the medicine into the IV stream.
"Fuck thats disgusting, Mann." Y/N gagged.
"It shouldn't be that bad, calm down." She replied, unamused.
"I'll let you know if anything gets worse, even a little bit."
"Is your Morphine enough or would you like more? And be honest."
"I can take pain, Mann."
"Not after surgery."
"Pain is a reaction to an action, it's an emotion. you know what emotions are? Easy to suppress."
"Pushing through it in your case is highly not advised. I'll up the dosage by half a dial, see if that helps you any. I'll come check on you in ten." She told them, and Y/N groaned.
"Sure, whatever you say."
"Great." She said and walked away after turning the dial on their morphine.
*~*
After being moved to the recovery Room, Y/N felt quite lonely, considering that they had become friends with Sirius.
Looking outside, the rain hadn't stopped since the day they arrived in the hospital. It almost looked like a flood beyond the window.
"Code Blue!" They heard Sirius' happy voice.
"Probably shouldn't say that in a hospital, Sirius, but look at you, You're gunna make it." Y/N chuckled when Sirius was placed beside them, The nurses and residents making sure everything was good.
"Where's that quiet and handsome brother of yours?" Y/N asked, and Sirius scoffed with a bright smile.
"He and my parents are coming to see me. Usually medicine never works for me, so this is quite new. It's a new feeling." Sirius stated before turning his head to look at them.
"You look like you had a century of sleep. Well rested, I suppose?"
"I'd say." Sirius replied.
"Sirius- Oh Merlin, we we were so worried." Walburga said as she entered the room.
"Mother, I've literally just got in here, please-"
"She's been worried sick." Orion stated, shutting Sirius up immediately.
"As soon as you're feeling better, you let me know and we can take the express right home." Walburga spoke, truly caring for her son.
Regulus couldn't help but to steal glances at Y/N, who would steal glances at him before looking at their hands.
"This is my friend, Y/N Y/L/N." Sirius told his parents, who looked over to the patient with a wrap over their head.
Y/N looked over to them and saw clear as day disgust on their faces.
"I know I'm not a sight for sore eyes, but I've been keeping Sirius entertained in his time here. I've been watching his recovery and I can tell you that you sure have a strong son. Both Sirius, and Regulus." Y/N glanced up the the younger brother, saying his name was like saying a foreign word; It made them feel different. Not in a bad way, but not in a good way either.
"You really should consider going to school to be a resident, Y/N, You've got the brains." Doctor Williams stated as he entered the shared recovery room.
"I'd rather waste my time living than studying big kid words to know whats wrong with people when its just them being unbearable human beings." Y/N rolled their eyes.
Williams just nodded softly before looking to the Black family.
"Okay, so, Sirius, your recovery should be pretty quick. I'm estimating a few days before you can leave the hospital. I'm going to prescribe you some medication to keep this recovery long-term." He told the young man.
"Sounds great." Orion replied nonchalantly.
Williams turned to Y/N.
"I've seen your blood-work, I've done your MRI, you should be able to walk free around the tenth of next month."
"You're seriously keeping me for two extra weeks? Williams, I-"
"I still need your psych eval. so until you can prove to me the reason you're in that bed is false, I'll have to keep you here until I find a suitable place for you-"
"Let me talk to Renee, there's no way that's legal-"
"I've talked to your family. They'd prefer you to get psychiatric help."
"Psychiatric help? I don't need a diagnosis to know what's wrong with me, Williams, I can tell you right now the fucking cure to my sickness." Y/N cursed at the man.
"Which is what?"
"I need to be fucking loved. I need to be alone with somebody, isolated from people because people- people like you- are what make me sick. That's the cure for you, right there, so unless you can play match maker.... Or you send me to a psychiatric ward, I will need to be sedated because I won't be around those-"
As Y/N ranted to the doctor, Orion and Walburga looked at Sirius.
"This is your friend?" Walburga whispered.
"They just need to be loved..." Sirius whispered back.
"I'm not threatening you, but Williams, you will have to fucking euthanise me before you could get me out the door, Because I won't leave willingly. I'll leave this world kicking and screaming, just like I came, I promise you that." Y/N finished their rant with a frown.
The ICU became quiet, only heart monitors and sickly patients were heard around the halls.
"Y/N, I'm sorry you feel that way."
"Dose up my morphine."
"If I do, you will fall asleep-"
"Dose up my fucking morphine."
The doctor gave Y/N a weak sigh before abiding their wishes.
Regulus watched as the Morphine entered Y/N's system quickly, their eyes fluttering softly as they drifted to a nice and painless sleep.
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"Oh come on, you're telling me you guys have never been in a hospital before?" Y/N asked Regulus, looking at his and Sirius' baby pictures that Sirius requested to show them, but fell asleep due to the medication that made him drowsy.
"I mean, we have, just not ones like this." Regulus replied, sitting across from Y/N looking at the reminiscing photos from his childhood.
"Oh look at you... Regulus you were such a cute kid. What happened?" Y/N joked, making the latter chuckle and lean to his side, staring into their enchanting eyes, a hand over his smile, as it usually was.
"Y'know, my family didn't take very many pictures of me as a kid, it wasn't a priority for my family to one day look back and say 'Oh, Y/N, you were such a cute kid, what happened?'." Y/N admitted to him, and Regulus gave them a sad look.
"Maybe one day you can do so for your own children." Regulus replied softly, seeing Y/N's weak smile.
"Yeah. And I won't ridicule them for liking flowers." Y/N nodded, and Regulus furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side.
"You like flowers?" Regulus asked with a gentle tone, taking the rest of the pictures and put them on Sirius' lap.
"Daffodils. My favourite flower. Not too bright of yellow, not too dark. Just like the beginning of a sunset... Or something sentimental and cheesy like that... I just really like them, ever since I was a kid."
"Really? Daffodils are quite beautiful in my opinion." Regulus said nervously. Why was he nervous? There was no need, it was just Y/N's interest in a flower.
"Yeah... When I was a kid, my mum and I used to go to this meadow in the countryside, it had this great big hill with this beautiful tree on it, and the grass was thick, soft, and had so many different types of flowers everywhere. But... Mostly Daffodils." Y/N smiled brightly, remembering the memory, but that smile faltered completely, and before Regulus could ask what was wrong, the monitors beside Y/N's bedside began to beep rapidly.
Regulus' heart dropped.
"Y/N?! Nurse! Nurse! Y/N don't die, oh Merlin." Regulus began to panic.
One of the residents ran over with a surgeon, and they saw Y/N's state.
"Their BPM is too low, breathing is limited, can you speak, Y/N?" Dr. Mann asked frantically.
"It hurts!" Y/N gasped.
"In the chest, head, legs?"
"Everywhere!"
"CODE CRIMSON! Get me an O. R. Stat, they're haemorrhaging!"
Y/N gasped as they put an oxygen mask over their mouth, squeezing their eyes in pain, holding back their screams of agony before suddenly going unconscious.
Regulus just watched in horror as they wheeled Y/N into the O.R.
*~*
Two days had gone by, and Sirius was out of the hospital. Regulus hadn't gone back to see Y/N, but he worried about them since the day they haemorrhaged.
Today wasn't as rainy or cloudy as those dreadful days in the ICU, today was chilly, the sun just barely peaking over the clouds. Y/N was sat silently in the ICU, where they first were when they came in.
"Go." Sirius stated out of the blue as he walked into the room, not even looking at Regulus, who was sat near the window, viewing the same sky Y/N was.
"What?" Regulus looked up at his older brother, seeing him fiddling with a flower in a little black vase on the coffee table.
"Go to them. You've been severely depressed since the day they haemorrhaged. You're making it reek of emotions in our 'no-emotions-expressed-whatsoever-household'... And to think you used to be the one that said he doesn't feel anything for anybody else." Sirius rolled his eyes as he encouraged his brother, just the right amount of his natural sass dripping from his mouth.
"You can't tell-"
"I won't. Go. I'll cover you."
"O-Okay..." Regulus stood up from his spot at the window, and he made his way past Sirius, who stopped him briefly.
"If anything happens, let me know."
"Of course. I'd suggest waiting by the phone."
"Alright..."
Regulus was stood outside of the recovery room, seeing Y/N unconscious and with a breathing tube.
"What happened to them?" He had asked their nurse, looking from the unconscious muggle to the nurse.
"I can't tell you the details about a patient-"
"I'm their fiancé, I need to know." Regulus told a little white lie, something he noticed muggles used to get what they wanted, similar to the wizarding world.
She let out a weak sigh and put the clip board on her hip.
"They haemorrhaged. Got internal bleeding due to the surgery on their head-wound not healing properly. They nearly died. The doctors and surgeons that operated on them figured their recovery would be safer if they were unconscious and heavily monitored, so they ultimately decided on a medical induced coma... They've been like this for two days now." The nurse replied.
"May I?" Regulus pointed towards the room.
"Of course." She nodded before leaving the boy to visit the muggle he had foolishly caught feelings for.
He shut the door behind him and swiftly walked over to the side of the bed, sitting on a stool.
He looked at their poor, vulnerable, and weakened state. Having to be on a breathing machine, heart monitor, upon many other monitors he didn't care for.
He gently held Y/N's hand in his own, feeling their hand. it was cold. almost like they had been dead for a while. But rest assured the heart monitor wasn't flatlining, so he figured it was just their circulation.
"Y/N... Wake up... It's me... I-I wanna talk to you again, Y/N... p-please?" Regulus felt weak, looking at the unconscious person he grew to befriend just weeks prior.
"I wanna hear your voice again... I want to... I want to talk about the Daffodils..." Regulus' voice shook, tears coming to his eyes.
"Let's talk about the Daffodils, yeah?" Regulus sniffled before wiping away the tears that blurred his vision, not wanting to let them fall.
He took a deep breath before speaking softer than before, almost like he didn't want to startle them.
"When we brought Sirius home... I saw a Daffodil by this park, it was the perfect one, the one you described... Then, on my way here, I saw three more... They're like little cups; they collected the rain before they got too heavy and poured out... I think you would've loved to see that." Regulus spoke, his voice never faltering or becoming weak, just staring at them, taking in all the life that they had left.
"It's been two days... And nobody came to bring you flowers?" It was the second thing Y/N noticed beyond the Tubes and I.V's that surrounded them.
"Just a second." Regulus pulled his hand away, and got up to shut the curtain.
After doing so, He pulled out his want from the secret pocket he had inside his coat.
"Herbifors, Herbivicus." He whispered, giving his wand a gentle flick. Two beautiful Daffodils began to grow in his hand, and once fully grown, he placed the flowers onto Y/N's torso, and opened the curtain as he put his wand away.
"Oh Y/N..." Regulus sighed before sitting back down on the stool, holding their cold hand gently in his warm one. He felt shaky and afraid as they looked from the monitors to their sleeping profile.
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Everyday after that, Regulus came in to visit them, to talk about the countless Daffodils he saw on his way there, cast more spells to grow them more flowers, to talk about his family, and to just painfully wait for them to wake. After a week of Y/N being in a coma, Regulus had studied on some dark magic, knowing his parents always had books just laying around.
He saw one. Rennervate. It may not be the darkest spell, but it was one he needed to try. 'Cures unconsciousness' he recited from his memory.
The day Regulus walked into the muggle hospital, was a deadly silent one. The waiting rooms were practically empty, There were barely any visible staff, and worst of all, it made Regulus feel sick, like something had gone very wrong.
He was now at the front desk, looking down at the secretary with dark curly hair and tan skin.
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N's fiancé, I came to see them."
"I'm so sorry, Y/N isn't in recovery."
Regulus furrowed his brows anxiously, his eyes shifting frantically from her to the hallway he usually walked down.
"Where are they?" He questioned, his voice just barely strong enough.
"They flatlined hours ago, sir... They're in emergency surgery, but... From their state I don't think its going to help them anymore than they need. I'm so sorry." She shook her head softly.
"I want to go to them. Take me to them know."
"Sir-"
"Now!"
"What seems to be the problem?" Doctor Williams voice came from beside Regulus. He turned to face him and he nearly broke down.
"Y/N Y/L/N. I need to see them, in surgery or not, I need to see them!" Regulus spoke frantically, hoping that Williams could do something for him.
"Follow me."
"Okay. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Regulus and Doctor Williams were standing behind the glass that separated them from the unconscious Y/N, who had surgeons and residents working swiftly, doing everything they could to get Y/N's heart pumping.
"Can I be alone?" Regulus whispered shakily.
"Of course..." Williams nodded softly before patting his shoulder and leaving the room.
As soon as the door shut, Regulus didn't need his wand for the spells he was going to produce, for it would be strong enough.
He looked at Y/N's lifeless and unconscious body before mumbling the spells that he hoped to Merlin would help them.
"Rennervate. Anapneo. Magicus Extremos. Vulnera Sanentur."
After the spells finished falling from his lips, there was a pause that felt like eternity, it was silent, only to be interrupted by the beeping of single heart monitor.
"Oh my god! They're breathing!" One of the residents say excitedly.
"Thank Merlin." Regulus whispered.
As soon as Y/N made it back to recovery, Regulus followed. And by Y/N'S bedside he stayed, holding their hand just as he did before.
Eventually, after it was time for Y/N to awake, Regulus had grown them flowers using the 'Orchideous' spell to conjure a bunch of flowers for them, but not just any flowers.
Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and was surprised to see Regulus there, holding their hand.
"I think our royal majesty has finally awoken." Doctor Williams stated with Dr. Mann by his side.
"Holy shit, what did you guys do to me?" Y/N groaned.
"We saved your life. You flatlined for nearly four hours yesterday. Previously we had to put you in a coma. You are so lucky to be alive."
Y/N hummed before looking around the recovery room, meeting Regulus' eyes only for a second.
Then they gasped, seeing the room was filled with bright and dark yellow flowers, all placed in vases and cups of water.
"Daffodils." When the word left their lips, Regulus smiled proudly, knowing he had outdone himself.
"Yeah, your little friend here brought one in for every day you were out. Today.... You're in a garden." Williams told them, and Y/N looked Regulus in they eyes.
"You remembered?"
"You're all I can think about every time I see one." Regulus admitted shyly.
"Regulus... It's just like the meadow when I was a kid..." Y/N spoke softly, reaching for one, which Regulus obviously reached for and gave to them to hold.
Y/N smelled the golden flower and held it over their heart.
"I really missed you, Y/N..."
"I missed you too." Y/N admitted softly, not wanting to break the comfortable quiet in the room.
"We'll uh, we'll give you two the room." Doctor Williams stated with a smile before walking away with his resident by his side.
The two stared at each other with nothing but love in their eyes.
"I didn't know you could bring so many flowers... How did you even find so many Daffodils?" Y/N chuckled softly.
"How about I tell you all about it when you're ready to leave this place? I was thinking maybe taking you to a really nice restaurant, we can sit in the most isolated booth and I can tell you whatever you want to know about me... Because I'm gunna ask all about you." Regulus suggested to them, who just felt their heart beat faster as they got giddy from the idea of a date.
"I would love that very much, Regulus..."
"Perfect..."
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sugas6thtooth · 4 months
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Everyone should be angry. They're patients for god's sake...they don't deserve this.
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cannibalgh0st · 2 months
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Idk why but the older lady patients HATE me today....
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queerism1969 · 2 years
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breads-voice · 1 year
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Unless you have been the sole nurse on a unit (whilst your one colleague is on break) finding a patient with no heart beat, call the crash team and initiate a CPR/resus attempt alone: you do not get to say the NHS has enough nurses.
At the moment, this is a scenario most NHS nurses worry about whilst going to work every day.
For each extra patient a nurse has outside the safe ratio of care, mortality for those patients raises 7%.
Steve Barclay, the Health Secretary’s, solution is that nurses should work harder. We’re already doing the work of 4 nurses, 2 assistants, the cleaner and cook. We are already exhausted.
Patients do not deserve to be treated by exhausted nurses.
Nurses deserve to be able to treat their patients whilst not compromising on self care.
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I'm so good at sleeping I can do it with my eyes closed!
-@cyno-the-adventurer
Qiqi eyes widened before she laughs a little. "I... like your joke. It is funny." She smiles at the ypung man before her
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jaubaius · 2 years
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By Natalia Marques
On Jan. 9, over 7,000 New York City nurses from Mount Sinai and Montefiore hospitals in Manhattan and the Bronx, respectively, went on strike. Nurses, organized by the New York State Nurses Association (NYSNA), are demanding safe patient-to-staff ratios, fair wages, and to maintain existing healthcare benefits.
“We don’t wanna leave our patients. This is the last thing that we ever want to do. But unfortunately we’re pushed to this point,” said Jessica, a nurse at Mount Sinai. “Management left their patients, not us. We’re here fighting for our patients.”
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For every one disorder that doctors cure with medication (it does happen occasionally, I'm told), there are ten others they provoke in healthy patients by inoculating them with a pathogenic agent a thousand times more virulent than all the germs you can name: the idea that one is ill.
from In Search of Lost Time, Book 3: The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust
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Red-cross nurses and patients in the Hospital of Tlemcen, Algeria
French vintage postcard
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