#story hospital

[artemis-pendragon]

Source: haya.orouq on TikTok

Haya's Story

Since the genocide began, 18 year old Haya Orouq (pictured on the right) has been working ceaselessly to get her family evacuated to safety.

Her mother, Amal (left), has lupus and is a kidney failure patient. The hospital she got her treatments at was just bombed and she no longer has access to the life saving medicine she needs.

Her younger sister, Lama (pictured with her mother Amal above), just turned 11 during the genocide. She is so young and has lost everything -- her safety, her school, her friends, and her home. Now she could lose her mother as well. 💔

Her father, Saleh (pictured with Haya above) and older brother Ehab, who is only 21, lost everything as well. They have been forced to move from place to place since their home was destroyed, and have had many close calls and terrifying sleepless nights with the sound of bombing all around them.

Follow Haya here on Tumblr @haya-orouq19 to learn more about her family's story. It is up to us to lift Palestinian voices and stories so that these atrocities and these lovely, brave, kind people are never forgotten or abandoned in the horrors committed against them. Free Palestine from the river to the sea, now and always! ♥️🖤💚🤍

[everwalldigan]

Random reporter: Mr Wayne, do you think men can get pregnant?

Bruce: uh, I am.

Reporter: *laughs* you are?

Bruce, offended: how about a congratulations instead of laughing at me?

Reporter, starting to get flustered: oh, um congratulations, I’m sorry… so how far along are you?

Bruce: two weeks.

Reporter: oh, uh… how did you know you were pregnant after two weeks?

Bruce: my stomach was growling more than usual, plus me and him had sex so that’s probably where it came from…*points towards Clark across the room*

Reporter: did you take a pregnancy test?

Bruce: uh, no?

Reporter: then how do you know for sure?

Bruce, smiling condescendingly: because I have a kid, I know how it feels like and it was like this. Where did you think Dick came from?

Reporter: But you took him in after his—

Bruce, putting his hand on the reporters shoulder, concerned: There are pictures everywhere of the day of his birth. Are you feeling well? You look a little pale, maybe you should take an early night…

[sparkle-fiend]

Another scene inspired by “Nothing but the Dead and Dying” by @loveinhawkins

[png103]

rain world real ending

[videoviolence]

OPERATING ROOM BLUES

[manwrre]

i love how every fandom’s got its fics. you know the ones, that one way or the other, everyone has and probably will read at some point in their lives? and no one else would understand. like i could say “you’re hesitating, love” and an entire group of people will fall to their knees in a target

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

cosplay of main character li huowang 李火旺 from next big chinese IP 道诡异仙dao gui yi xian/Dao of the Bizarre Immortal (chinese fantacy-thriller-suspense fiction based on dao culture) and the last part is the trailer of anime unreleased yet

[stil-lindigo]

DONATE THROUGH PAYPAL

DONATE THROUGH VENMO

Safebow, led by raindovemodel over on instagram, is a grassroots team currently doing their best to evacuate almost 200 Palestinian individuals from Gaza.

To do this, they had to raise over $300,000 in a very short amount of time. Amazingly, they not only raised that amount, but surpassed it to the point that they'll now be able to buy prosthetics for the hospitals they work with.

However, Gofundme has thrown a spanner into the work by going completely silent and holding up over half of their funds.

They are on a time crunch as they desperately try to recoup their money before the border closes. Please donate to their Paypal, Venmo or Zelle. Their window of success is genuinely a matter of days.

[rebouks]

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[cursing] Wren: You suck. Levi: I got distracted-.. you suck! Wren: Nu-uh. Robin: Penny? Levi: I said I’d meet her later. Robin: Oh, reaaaally? Levi: Shut up. Robin: I thought she annoyed you, anyway. Levi: Yeah, but-… [Robin flinched involuntarily as Byrd toppled off the fence and collided with the ground, landing on his wrist awkwardly] Robin: Shit. Levi: What? Wren: Ewww-.. is it broken, are you bleeding? Robin: Are you okay? Can you move it? Byrd: I don’t know-.. should I?! [All the colour promptly drained from Wren’s face at the sound of Byrd’s uncharacteristically shrill voice and the mere thought of his bones being in any other state that they ought to be. Luckily, she collided with Levi’s foot instead of the ground as she passed out] Robin: Jesus. Byrd: Oh my god-.. is she dead?! Levi: I think she just fainted again, dingus. Byrd: But-… Robin: She’s fine, are you fine? Byrd: Uhm… Levi: It’ll probably be fine. Robin: I dunno… Byrd: It’s f-fine, honestly! Wren: I’m not fine… Robin: Yeah, you are. Levi: Fancy taking a nap in the middle of a skatepark-.. how embarrassing. [Wren grumbled half-heartedly, far too dizzy to form a witty retort] Robin: We should probably go. Levi: Nah.. let’s go to the diner, we can eat n’ Frankie can get Byrd a bandage or something. He’ll be fine. Robin: Yeah, alright. Wren: I feel sick. Robin: You’ll feel better soon-.. c’mon, gimmie your board.

[annasiims]

“This is where you’ll transform from students, into surgeons. Take it all in; every decision you make matters. Welcome to the game.”

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[daddytonysgirl17]

After nine months of waiting, it was finally time for Alexander to give birth to his and his husband Richard's first child. Richard was with his husband throughout the birth. He supported, comforted and encouraged Alexander through many hours of labor. Finally, with the help of a midwife and obstetrician, Richard was able to welcome the baby that Alexander delivered. They had a big, beautiful boy whom they named Riley.

[northgazaupdates]

26 July 2024

Nurse Mohammed Saeed reports on his Instagram story that IOF aerial bombardment is occurring very, very close to Al-Ahli Arab Baptist Hospital

[breakonthroough]

A very sad story about a seriously ill boy Law and the hospital clown Cora.

Illustration for my text.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[bilolli]

Fun times with your caretakers:

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