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medicbrainrot · 1 year

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either born in hell or heaven sent, but either way i’m into it

Simon and Artemis, call signs Ghost and Jaguar, were on their way to exfil from a stealth mission, then their transport came across an IED. The IED detonated, subsequently flipping their truck.

Ghost had been knocked unconscious in the explosion, and was bleeding slightly from his head.

"Ghost. Lieutenant! Ghost, wake up!" Jaguar said, shaking his shoulder.

Ghost was unresponsive. Even after being shook, it seems like no one's home. Jaguar shakes him again, coughing wetly as she does so.

This time Ghost's eyes flutter slightly and he coughs, before jolting awake with a gasp.

"Jesus, fuck." Jaguar swears under her breath. "Are you okay LT?"

He looks at her, rubbing his head. "Ugh…" He mutters. "I'm fine… I think…" He groans, and looks around groggily. "Where… Are we?" He asks, coughing again. The force of the cough makes him feel dizzy and nauseous.

"Our truck got hit by an IED, we got flipped over." She coughs.

"Damn…" Ghost replies, sighing. He tries to sit up, only to realize he's upside-down, making his head spin.

"What the hell is happening?" He slurs, his vision blurring slightly.

"I think you're concussed LT." Jaguar says, voice straining as she struggles with her seatbelt.

"Well that's not good." Ghost groans, rubbing his head again. He unbuckles his seat belt and tries to carefully work his way to the floor.

He looks over at Jaguar, seeing that she's struggling with something. "You need help over there, Jag?" Ghost asks in a drowsy tone, trying to offer his assistance.

"I… I can't unbuckle my seatbelt." Jaguar coughs. She's still hanging upside-down, all the blood rushing to her head.

Ghost sees her still struggling. "Oh, damn. Let me get that for you…" He says, fumbling to reach her seat belt connector. It was difficult since he was dizzy and wanted to throw up, but he managed to unclip the belt. "There…"

Jaguar grunts as she hits the floor, but at least she isn't stuck anymore.

"Thanks LT. Let… Let me get my med kit and I'll take a look at you. Do you think you can get out of the truck on your own?" She coughs.

Ghost groans, "I'll try…" He groggily kneels on the floor, his limbs feeling like rubber, but after a little bit, manages to steady himself and climb out of the truck. He doesn't trip, but he does have to pause to catch his balance a few times.

His vision stays blurry, but he manages to stay upright upon exiting the overturned vehicle.

He reaches out a hand in case Jaguar needs assistance getting out of the truck.

Jaguar reaches out a bloody hand to take Ghost's as she gets out of the vehicle, letting out a wet cough as she stands up, trying to steady the med kit on her shoulder.

Ghost steadies her as she stands, waiting for her to adjust the kit on her shoulder. "You alright, Jag?" He asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm good." She nods. "How's your head?"

"Sore." Ghost replies. "It feels like a million tiny people are inside my head, jumping up and down punching my brain." He says, cringing slightly when his vision blurs again.

"You ever gotten a concussion before?" Jaguar asks him.

"Twice, actually…" Ghost replies, wincing again as he rubs his head. "Never this bad though." He adds, stumbling a bit as he goes to sit down.

"Shit." Her eyes widen as she jumps forward to steady him. "Hey, hey! Look at me. You with me?"

Ghost groans again. "Yeah, I think so…"

He shakes his head slightly. "Something feels really weird inside my head." He groans.

"Ok, look at me." Jaguar pulls a pen light from her pocket and checks Ghost's pupils.

Ghost looks at Jaguar as she does so, wincing slightly at the brightness of the light. He follows her actions, and waits for jer to finish checking him. "You find anything?" Ghost asks, his vision settling a bit.

"Your pupils are equal and reactive, so that's good. But I'm a little worried about the concussion. Where did you hit your head?" She asks, a small cough escaping.

Ghost groans. "Where didn't I hit my head?" He asks, in a slightly dazed tone. He rubs his head again. "I don't really remember anything besides pain."

"Fuck. Okay. Can I check your head?" She asks.

Ghost nods a bit groggily, allowing Jaguar to check his head for signs of injury.

"Any other symptoms of this concussion you need to check, Jag?" Ghost asks, his vision and hearing still a bit fuzzy.

"Yeah, hold still. This might hurt." She says as she runs her hands along his head, neck, and chest, doing a partial trauma sweep to check for blood and fractures.

Ghost follows Jaguar's instructions as she does the sweep, trying to remain still, as she checks his body for external and internal harm. He does wince slightly when she checks his head again, but otherwise holds still.

"Okay, I found where you're bleeding from, I'm going to bandage it." She says as she pulls some gauze from the med kit. "Do you want any painkillers?"

Ghost nods groggily. "Yeah… Maybe…" He groans, wincing a little at the pain. "I'd really appreciate it…" He adds, his eyes drifting shut.

"HEY." Jaguar says firmly, getting Ghost's attention. "The meds are in my left pants pocket. My hands are covered in blood. Grab one, okay?"

"Okay…" Ghost says, slowly moving his hand towards Jaguar's pocket to grab the meds. "Got them…" He says, shaking one out of the bottle into his other hand.

"Okay. Can you dry swallow or do you need water?" She asks.

"I can dry swallow." Ghost says, tossing the pill into his mouth and swallowing it. "I feel like shit though… I hope this works." He groans.

"It'll help." Jaguar pulls some more gauze and starts cleaning a wound on her arm, suppressing a cough. "What's your favorite color?"

Ghost look at Jaguar, his eyes still a little hazy from the pain. "Blue, I guess. Why?" He asks, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

"I need to keep you talking." She states. "What's your favorite food?"

"Ah… Umm… I like steak, a lot…" He says, starting to get curious about the whole 'keep you talking' thing. "Umm… Why do I have to keep talking?" He asks, squinting his eyes at Jaguar as he tries to get them to clear up.

"If I can keep you focused, it'll make it easier to direct you. Do you still have your radio on you?" She asks, coughing wetly towards the end.

Ghost checked his vest. "Yes, got it right here." He answers. "Why do you want me to keep focused?” He asked, curiosity in his tone.

“You’re concussed, but we are still in enemy territory. We can’t afford for you to lose focus.” She says as she applies a bandage to her arm. “Where else are you hurt?”

“Other than my head?” He asks. “I’ve got a cut on my back, but I don’t think it’s bleeding too badly. Other than that, just the headache…” He groans. “And I’m still a little dizzy…” He adds, wincing as the pain from the headache worsens.

“Okay.” She approaches Ghost from behind and pulls up his shirt, quickly applying a bandage to the wound before turning her head to the side to cough. “The meds should kick in soon.”

Ghost nods, feeling the sting of pain from her attending to the wound on his back. He stays silent for a bit, just watching as Jaguar patches up a few cuts and scrapes. His eyesight has cleared up significantly as well.

He looks at Jaguar. “Thanks…” He groans slightly, his voice a little hoarse.

“No problem.” She says, wincing slightly. “Have you called for evac?”

“No… I should do that, huh?” He asks, his vision continuing to clear a bit more.

He shakily stands up, reaching for his radio. He activates it and send out the message to send in the evac, as well as their current location.

“Done.” He says a bit gruffly.

“Good.” She winces a bit as she tries to suppress a cough. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Ghost nods. “I’m pretty sore all over, but I don’t think I’m bleeding anywhere else. I’m still dizzy, but I think it’s getting better.” He leans up on a nearby fence post for support. “What’s with your wincing? Are you injured?” He asks, mildly concerned as his vision is finally able to focus.

“I’m okay.” Jaguar says as she suppresses another cough.

“Are you sure?” Ghost squints at her, a hint of worry in his eyes. “I can help you if you need me to, if you want…” He adds, the painkillers having finally kicked in to ease some of the pain in his head.

“I’m fine, there’s nothing I can do about it here.” She coughs again. “What’s the ETA on the evac?”

“About ten minutes, they’ve got a chopper inbound now.” Ghost states, his head feeling a little clearer.

“Good.”

“We just have to wait and sit tight, then.” Ghost says.

He takes a look around, seeing the remains of their vehicle scattered about the area after the explosion. “Do we wait here? Are we safe here? What do we do?” He asks, hoping Jaguar has an answer since his head is still feeling a little fuzzy after the impact.

“We should be okay here, but we should at least move out of sight.” She wheezes.

“Yeah… we should.” Ghost agrees, glancing over at her, a frown forming on his face. “You really aren’t doing too hot, are you?” He asks, an eyebrow raising up under his mask. “Do you need to sit down?”

“I…I might need to.” Jaguar coughs roughly.

Ghost sighs, “I can try to help you,” He says looking over at her. “Do you need me to carry you?” He asks, worry evident in his voice. He reaches forward to steady her. “It’s alright if you aren’t okay y’know. You’ve been tending to me this whole time, it’s my turn to tend to you.” He offers gently.

“I’d love that, but carrying me might make it worse.” She coughs wetly. “How’s your head?”

Ghost’s mouth turns down in a frown. ”I still feel… kinda weird, if that makes sense. It still kinda aches.” He grimaces, not really sure how to describe how his head is feeling, as it’s not a normal headache.

“That’s normal for a concussion, but you’re still talking and still focused, so that’s good.” Jaguar wheezes.

“Okay. Is there anything I can do to help you with that cough?” He asks, holding out a hand in case Jaguar needs it. “Do you need some water? Any pain meds? What can I do?” He asks, trying to be gentle.

“The pain isn’t the issue.” She coughs wetly. “I think my ribs are broken, and they migh–” She gets interrupted by another cough.

“Broken? How?!” Ghost asks, a hint of panic in his voice, his head swinging to look at her, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over him. “Did this happen in the explosion?” He asked, worried about his medic.

"It's okay. You're concussed." She says.

"If your ribs are broken, that's not okay!" Ghost continues, notes of concern in his voice. "What if they've punctured something?"

Jaguar coughs again, wiping at her mouth. "One of them might've punctured my lung, but there's not much we can do about it here."

"Jesus Christ. What if there's blood filling up in your chest?" Ghost asks, worry in his voice.

"How far out is the evac?" She wheezes.

"About seven minutes." Ghost says, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "Are you going to be okay for that long?"

"I can do anything for seven minutes. I can do anything for seven minutes." She says. "How's your head?"

"I still feel… Weird…" He murmurs. "But the pain is starting to subside. I think the meds have kicked in." He adds. "Your ribs are still a big concern though."

"Are you seeing double or anything like that?" Jaguar coughs.

"No, things have started to clear a little bit." He looks at their surroundings to make sure they are still relatively safe. "Why do you ask?"

"Okay, that's good, that's good. I'm just checking. Still dizzy or is that better?" Artemis coughs again and wipes something from her mouth.

"Yeah actually, I'm not as dizzy now…" Ghost replies, nodding slightly. "But that cough of yours is worrying me. Can you breathe alright?"

"I've–" She gets interrupted by a wet cough. "I've been better."

Ghost's face goes pale as he notices that Jaguar coughed up blood. "That's… Not good….your lungs…"

"Yeah, I know." She wheezes as she wipes the blood from her hand on her pants. "How's your head?"

"It's still really sore." Ghost replies, gently grasping at his head. "My ears are kind of ringing."

His hands are starting to tremble, and his breathing is getting heavier. "What's happening?" He whispers, worriedly, trying to figure out what to do.

Jaguar gently places her hands on Ghost's cheeks, softly cupping his face. "Hey, hey. Look at me. You're going to be okay. Evac is on it's way, right? How many minutes?" She asks softly.

Ghost's fear starts to settle at her words. "Three minutes. Evac will be here in three minutes."

"Beautiful. We can do anything for three minutes. Right?" She asks, still holding his face.

"Right…right…three more minutes. We can do this." He answers, trying to compose himself. He locks his eyes onto Jaguar, trying to find comfort in her gaze.

"Remember around the time when we first started dating, and we got caught in that hail storm?" She smiles softly.

Ghost pauses for a moment, but then his face lights up when his memory jogs. "Yeah, I remember…we almost got hit by lightning." He says with a chuckle. "That was quite the night." He adds, a smile crossing his face at the memory.

"It was so scary." She smiles. "The hail was the size of golf balls."

"But we made it through, like usual. We even made it home alright." He replies, voice soft. "It's kinda amazing how far we've come, y'know?" He smiles at the memory "It almost feels like we've been through hell and back."

"Through hell and back." She repeats softly, then leans away to cough for a second. "We made it through that just fine, just like we'll make it through this just fine."

Ghost smiles at the statement, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. We will, we will." He squeezes Jaguar's hand. "We'll be fine, I promise.

She nods softly before leaning away to cough again.

Simon looks at her, concerned at her consistent coughing. Worried that she'll start coughing more blood, he reaches out to put a hand on her back. "Artemis, you're going to be okay, I promise. You'll be okay." He says softly, trying to reassure her.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." Jaguar slurs slightly.

"...Are you sure?" He asks, squinting at her as he continues to gently rub her back. "You're coughing up blood, it doesn't seem like you're okay." He says, worry creeping into his voice.

"It's a little hard to breathe, if I'm being honest." Jaguar wheezes, gesturing in reference to her broken ribs.

His eyes widen at her words. "It's hard to breathe?! Is your lung collapsing? Do you need CPR?" He's trying to run through all the medical training he has, but the concussion is making it difficult to think straight.

She laughs but then winces. "CPR is for when your heart stops, sweetheart. My heart is working just fine, I don't n–" She gets interrupted by another cough.

Simon flinches at the cough, looking at her in worry as he listens. He takes a moment to process what Artemis said before finally responding.

"Is there anything I can do to help you? Do you…do you need anything?" He asks, sounding a bit anxious.

"Just your love and affection." She slurs.

"I can do that." He replies gently. "Do you need anything else?"

"As long as evac gets here soon, that's all I need from you." She coughs wetly. "Now how far are they?"

"Just a minute or two out. They'll be here soon." He says reassuringly. "We'll be okay."

"Yeah, we'll be okay." She slurs. "How's your head?"

"Better than it first was." He answers. "How's your chest?"

"Ok, that's good." She coughs roughly. "I… I think I need to sit down."

"Okay." Ghost nods. "Do you need help, or do you want to sit down on your own?" He moves a little closer and extends his hand in case she wants help.

“I might need some help. Can…can you help me take my vest off so I can…can check which ribs are broken?” She wheezes.

“Yes, I can do that.” He nods. Simon gently holds her by the arm, and helps Artemis to sit down on the ground. He then unlatches her vest, making sure not to apply any pressure to her ribcage.

Once the vest is off, she takes off her shirt and starts running her hands along her ribs, wincing as she figures out which ones are broken.

Ghost watches this, seeming concerned as she does so. “Do you know which ones yet?” He asks. “Is your lung…” Simon tries to keep his tone soft, calm, as he reaches for her hand. “Are you still able to breathe okay?” His heart skips a beat when he hears his medic breathe sharply.

“Yes, probably, and not really.” Jaguar coughs, answering Simon’s questions in order.

“Is there anything I can do to help? They should almost be here, I can hear the chopper in the distance.” He says trying to reassure her.

“If I pass out, tell the flight medics ribs 7 through 10 on the right side are probably broken.” She wheezes. “How’s your head?”

“My head is…better… I think.” He replies. “So, I just need to keep you awake until they get here?” He asks.

“You’re the one who’s concussed.” Artemis slurs, her eyes struggling to stay open.

“Stay awake with me, alright?” Simon pleads, squeezing Artemis’ hand when he realizes she’s getting drowsy.

“Mmhmm.” Artemis sways slightly as her eyes start drooping shut.

Simon moves quickly to try to catch her, trying to take care not to injure her ribs further. He cradles her close to his chest, and his eyes widen when he sees that she’s struggling to stay awake. He looks and can see in the distance that evac is approaching, that they’re almost here.

“Jaguar!” He shakes her shoulder gently, trying to keep her awake. “Artemis!” His voice sounding more and more desperate each time he calls her name.

“Mm…” She mumbles.

Simon shakes her a little harder, holding her close as he tries to keep her awake. “C’mon love, just a little longer, they’re almost here.”

She pries her eyelids open, her mumbling barely audible. “‘M tryin’, ‘s hard.”

“I know love, I know. They’re almost here.” A sense of relief floods Simon when he sees the chopper preparing to land nearby.

Artemis is just barely able to stay conscious long enough for the flight medics to get both her and Simon onboard and stabilized on the flight back to base.

“You were amazing back there.” Simon says softly to her. “You are so strong.” He presses a kiss to her forehead through the mask as she finally closes her eyes and slips into a painkiller induced sleep.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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imthursdaysyme · 1 year

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Kali with her powers turned against her

Real was a term that soon became relative. An idea that she could think over but couldn’t hold. To her, what was considered real became something of fantasy. She supposed it could be akin to flying. People seeing the stretch of wings on birds and bugs, watching as they flew in the sky. Knew it was possible. Yet breaching into the idea that humans could fly became a fantasy. A idea that held power and longing and desire.

Kali now felt like a child desperate to fly. She could feel the roof beneath her feet as she ran her feet across it, could feel the air fly around her as she jumped off the roof. Praying that motivation, that hope, desire, wishful thinking, would be enough to make flying possible. Surly the only reason she couldn’t fly was because she started on the ground. Because her hope was too small. Her wish was too dull.

Yet, as she felt herself continue to fall, she knew that it was something she could never have. Reality became something, no matter her tries and determinations, that she couldn’t have.

Terror ran through her veins more than blood. Terror over what was real and what wasn’t. Terror over hurting the people she loves. So she took her terror and molded it into anger. Into a new brand of rage and determination.

It was always easy for Kali to make people afraid. Whether of her or a vision she gave, it didn’t matter. And she used it. Took it and wielded it like the weapon that it was. Made people give her wider gearth, a wider range of interaction.

The problem came with her friends. The ones who knew what she looked like with her walls down. Who knew her as she was underneath her walls. Her terror. They didn’t take the bait easy. Didn’t want to leave her. Kept her close with a tight grasp.

Yet she knew how to push people away. Difficulty didn’t equate impossibility. And slowly, painstakingly, they left. Released their grip on her. And she was left alone. Which was how she wanted it. It was better, she swore, even as she held her stomach trying to quell her anxiety and loneliness that reared its head.

It was better.

Now she couldn’t hurt them. Didn’t have to worry if the words coming out of their mouths were real. Didn’t have to worry about them shifting in her vision into something different. Something changed.

But the visions didn’t go away alongside the people. New ones came. Formed in the back of her mind and made reality in the dark corners and empty chairs at her kitchen table. She began seeing atrocities she knew weren’t real when they were over. Knew that some things were just out of the range of possibility.

Although some, some held too much likeness to truth. And she rifled through her memory and wasn’t sure what was real and what was fake. Her memories became something of a novel based on a true story. Sure some parts were real. But some were embellished. Some were unknown and warped her version of reality until she couldn’t figure out what was real.

She wasn’t sure if her friends came back for her. Did they really walk through the threshold, screaming at her for being selfish? Did the bugs she saw crawl across her sheets really live there?

She wasn’t sure, and therein lied the problem. She just wasn’t sure.

And she never would.

So she sits alone at her empty kitchen table, fiddling with her silverware, and wondering how long she would sit until someone found their way to her table.

And she would wait for them, of course. Wait for her delusions and stretches of reality to sit with her. Wait for them to kick their feet up. Wait for them to serve themselves long forgotten food on the counter. Wait for them to look at her, stare into her eyes, and tell her she was cruel and unjust. Tell her she was selfish and unkind.

Because what else was she to do? Delusions and reality were merged, and so she would wait.

Wait until something felt real.

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