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spencers-dria · 4 years ago

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Light Amongst the Darkness

Ch. 13 of Someone to Stay

Spencer Reid x fem reader

POV: Spencer

I wake up for the third time this morning as a technician comes in the room to take my vital signs. It seems like it's always something, labs, vital signs, or medicine. I look over to see Y/N curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly. She really could sleep through just about anything, but somehow she seems to always know when I get up.

I slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom as quietly as possible to shower and get ready for the day. I feel a hand grab by wrist as I pass the couch. I look down and see her still half asleep, her eyes aren't even open yet.

"Spence?"

"It's okay, go back to sleep. I'm just going to take a shower."

"Let me know if you need anything" she says through a yawn as she rolls back over. I can tell she has fallen back asleep within seconds by the sound of soft snoring. I can't help but smile. It was an adorable quirk of hers.

By now I'm able to take the bandages off and wash the surgical wound. I wince slightly as the gauze pulls as the staples. It seems do be doing okay. Y/N has really been helping a lot. The nurses here seem to know her well and let her do as much as she wants to help take care of me. I've tried convincing her that she's not at work and she doesn't have to be my nurse but she insists.

I make my way out of the steamy bathroom in fresh sweatpants as I towel dry my hair. Y/N is wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with bandages all laid out on the side table.

I start to sit down next to her as I try one last time to convince her to take a break. "You know you really don't have to..."

"Shush. I want to help."

I turn to face her as she delicately dresses the wound after covering it with an antibiotic ointment. I had to admit, it hurt much less when she did it. I watch her as she puts all of her focus into what she's doing. I really enjoy getting to see her do what she does best, what she's passionate about. She looks really beautiful, despite having just woken up. It's almost not fair. Her hair is hanging down in its natural light waves, I'm almost tempted to reach out and run my hands through it. I can feel my skin tingle where she's placed her hand on my other shoulder for balance as the leans in to examine her finished work. I shake the feeling from my head. I can't scare her off.

After she's finished, I slip on a t-shirt as she pulls out her laptop and we settle into the hospital bed, ready to watch the final Harry Potter movie. Downtime in the hospital had allowed us to make our way through the series much quicker than anticipated. She had asked for a couple extra days off, which I fought against and lost. This was my fourth, and hopefully last day staying in the hospital.

As we get into the movie I hear her say "mmm I miss it."

"Miss what?"

"Hogwarts" she laughs as though this was obvious.

I give her a quizzical look.

She continues. "You know, the wizarding world, in Orlando?"

"Ohhh yeah I almost forgot they had that."

She pauses the movie and turns to look at me with wide eyes. "You mean you've never been?"

"No. By the time they built it I guess I was older and already working for the FBI."

"Spencer I only went my first time in college." She laughs. "You're never too old to go to Hogwarts!"

She sits for a moment, lost in her thoughts, before her face lights up with a huge smile.

"We have to go."

"What, the two of us?"

"No genius, me and Hotch." We both giggle at the thought as she elbows me. "I used to take road trips with my friends back home all the time. It's been awhile though..."

I can tell she's been a bit homesick lately. She misses her friends and family. No one has been able to visit her yet. So I decide that this is a great idea for us both.

I look over to her, unable to hide a grin. "When are we going?"

"Really? Really??! You'll go? Oh my gosh, Spencer!" She jumps up out of the bed and starts pacing the room.

"We have to start planning. When do you want to go? I have to ask for days off. You will too of course. I can't wait to show you everything. We'll have to get you a robe..."

"Y/N!" She stops to look at me, as I can't help but laugh at her.

"Take deep breaths. We have plenty of time. You really get excited for trips, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea! Vacations are my absolute favorite! Planning is half the fun."

She stops and loses herself in thought for a moment. "It's not weird, is it? Us taking a trip together?"

I simply shake my head and she continues to plan out loud.

Her question makes me think. We are just friends. Friends can take trips together. My thoughts drift to the events that took place a little over a week ago at her apartment and at the bar. We still haven't talked about that. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, but ever since then I have taken extra notice of little things.

We used to sit apart to watch movies together, but ever since that day she seems to snuggle next to me. I find myself incredibly aware of how close she is, or when her arm brushes mine, my skin igniting at every touch.

She eventually settles down and makes her way back over to the bed, setting us up to continue the movie. Her head settles onto my shoulder, as if it belongs there. As her gaze falls on the screen, my gaze falls on her, and I can't seem to tear it away. I love watching her reactions. Despite having seen the movie so many times before, her expressions are as dramatic as someone who is seeing it for the first time. She told me she still cries at the boathouse scene, every time. I love that about her, her ability to see light in dark places, good among the evil. She is definitely the shining light amongst the darkness I face every day at work. I never want to lose that...lose her.

Eventually the nurse comes in with the discharge paperwork and instructions for wound care. They try to offer me prescriptions for pain medications at home, but I insist on sticking with Tylenol and Advil. Y/N drives me home and helps me carry my things up to my apartment. After we make our way inside. She immediately starts cleaning, switching on some music before she gets to work. I think about telling her to stop but I know better by now. Instead I lie across the couch and grab the book I was reading before I left for the case.

I try to focus on the words in front of me, but I find myself reading the same page over again as my eyes are continually drawn to Y/N. I see her go in my room and come back out with a laundry basket and bed sheets. After starting a load, she makes her way to the kitchen, wiping down counters and cleaning off any dishes in the sink. She's too focused on each task to notice my lingering stares.

She had come back out dressed in some loose fitting, high-waisted denim shorts and a black tank. She's pulled back the top half of her hair and tied it with a silk, gold scarf. She's still got no makeup on with her glasses. I normally take absolutely no notice of what women wear, but I really admire her style. It's always changing, completely unique and completely hers.

I try to hold back a grin as I watch her dance around the kitchen, barefoot as she sings a song I don't recognize.

"You get ready you get all dressed up, to go nowhere in particular. Back to work or the coffee shop, it don't matter because it's enough to be young and in looovee."

I can't put my finger on it but something about her has definitely been different lately. There's a new glow about her, and I'm drawn to it like a moth.

During her cleaning she's also opened up all my curtains and window's letting light in. She brought home all the flowers that had been dropped off during my hospital stay and is rearranging them into small vases to spread across the apartment. Its almost as if her light is so infectious, she's spreading it into every corner of my life, my home. I blush at the thought of how nice it would be to have her around all the time.

Every once in awhile I catch her gaze and she simply smiles at me as she continues to sing with equal enthusiasm. I appreciate that she's finally comfortable enough around me to sing, to be completely herself.

When she finally runs out of things to busy herself with, she makes her way to the couch and sits across from me, handing me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as she bites into one she made for herself.

"Thank you" I say appreciatively with a mouth half full of food.

"Thanks for everything actually; cleaning my apartment, staying with me at the hospital, taking care of me...and just for sticking around, being my friend."

She leans forward placing her elbows on her knees. "I couldn't have found anyone better if I had hand picked them myself." She laughs at her own cheesiness.

I cough, clearing my throat for a moment. "Should we talk about the other night?"

"The other night? Oh!...oh." I notice her face turns a bit red and she breaks eye contact, staring at the wood floors instead.

"We don't have to I just thought..."

"No it's okay. We should talk about it. Well, first of all I want to apologize for making you uncomfortable. Sometimes when I drink I flirt with just whoever is around. It's not personal. I'm really sorry." I notice her start to nervously pick at the hem of her clothing, a sign of her anxiety.

"No! No you didn't make me uncomfortable." I shake my head, biting my lip as I try to think of how to continue.

"It was unexpected. I've never seen you be so confident. It was really s-s-something else." I feel my face heat up as I catch myself almost saying something I regret. I shift in my seat, incredibly aware of the thick tension lingering in the air.

She finally speaks up. "So the trip? I guess we can pick some dates once you're back at work. Then we can request off and buy some tickets. Sound good?"

"Mmmhhmm." My heart is still racing from the previous conversation. I can't believe how quickly I go from completely at ease around her to a hot mess of nerves. I tell my self it's nothing, that it will go away if I only give it time. It has to.

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alloveroliver · 5 years ago

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Gavin x MC “Handle With Care”

Rating: Fluffy, Smut 18+

WC: 3,300+

A|N: Hurt, comfort, & domestic lovin’ <3

Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Gavin clutched his side as he walked down the hall to his apartment. The keys seemed to jingle louder than usual in the dead of night as he carefully unlocked the door to enter his home. A quick glimmer on the watch atop his wrist caught his eye. The hands struck 4 AM just as he turned the knob.

Quickly looking around at his quiet apartment, he kicked off his shoes at the doorway. Gavin removed his jacket carefully and tiptoed to the bedroom. Small things in the home were in different places than he’d left them, and his chest swelled, seeing these out of place objects. This was his favorite part of having a partner truthfully, having a lived in a home that was sometimes messy but always full of love. It was a safe space for him to come back to, and each thing out of place reminded him of that.

A half-open book hung onto the armrest of the couch, an empty water glass sat without a coaster on the coffee table, and the pinned open curtains displaying the starry night sky. His absence from home was hardly noticeable anymore since she began living here. The kitchen was full of staple foods at all times, the house was free from dust, and the bed was always warm from her presence.

Gently clicking the latch closed on the bedroom door, he turned to the bed and noticed a small lump that barely took up any space under the covers. His lips quirked up into a smile. Gavin shuffled quietly over to the edge of the mattress and slipped underneath the sheets. He made sure to keep straight and not to bend toward his side that he still held carefully with his arm.

He felt guilty coming home so late, especially after such a long absence. He wasn’t able to call by the time his mission was over, and texting would be pointless since it was well past midnight, and he knew she’d already be asleep.

Slowly, Gavin slid into the space next to her. He debated whether to wake her up or not. In the end, he wrapped his arms around her and quickly tugged her to his chest, rousing her awake. He pulled hard, snuggling his face in her neck until she wiggled in his grasp.

“Gav?” Her tired voice peeped.

“Hey there.”

“You’re home!” She spoke groggily, keeping her eyes shut. He smiled against her neck at her cute sleepy voice. He’d missed this; He’d missed her.

“I am home, especially now that I’m holding you.”

“Hm,” She smiled, stretching her arms above her head. He felt her muscles extend and joints pop against his hands. Gavin roamed her torso, sneaking a hand up her shirt to rest on her bare stomach. “I missed you.” She yawned out.

Gavin traced her ribs with his pointing finger and nuzzled the side of her hair. “I missed you too.”

He drank in her unique scent, moving to trail his fingertips up her arm towards her palm. With his thumb and pointing finger, he teased the tips of her digits one by one. His heart rate picked up at their proximity. No matter how many months they were together, she still sent his stomach fluttering.

She turned in his grasp, situating herself while cupping his face. She paused with her nose touching his as her eyes adjusted to the dark. She wore his t-shirt to sleep, oversized for her smaller frame, and calf-high socks to make up for her lack of pants. One sock was rolled down to her knee due to her movement in her sleep.

“You’re head!” She gently slid her fingers over the edge of the butterfly grip. “What happened?” The bandage sat askew over his right eyebrow holding together an inch-long gash.

“Uh,” He tried to smile, but the worry on her face affected him too much. He resolved to a straight face and let out a breath. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

“They don’t usually take the time to seal up ‘just a scratch.’”

“Mmm, You’re right.” He pushed his forehead into her cheek. “It’s nothing compared to the cut on my side.”

“Oh, no.” She looked down toward his hips. “What happened there?”

“I got a couple of stitches. No big deal.” Gavin tried to downplay the injury. “Just be gentle with that spot, please.”

“Gavin,” Her hands slid into his hair, kissing his cheek, forehead, then nose. “Why did you get stitches?” Closing his eyes, he savored each kiss.

He paused, pursing his lips, thinking if he should insist they go to sleep and talk about it in the morning. However, he knew this wasn’t something she would let go that easily.

“I was…mmmbluggh” Gavin pushed his face into her neck, mumbling his words.

“You were what?” She pulled on his cheeks up to look into his weary eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“...” Gavin looked up at her face with the help of her hands, cradling his cheeks, smooshing them really. “I was stabbed…”

“WHAT!” The word pierced the silence of the night. Her whole body tensed while her eyes grew as wide as saucers. Gavin embraced her firmly.

“I know! I know it sounds bad, but it’s not that bad.”

“Bad enough to get stitches!” She argued, moving her hand down to the hem of his shirt.

Gavin took a deep breath and helped her carefully pull up his shirt. As the gauze came into view, she gasped. “It's huge!”

“I know.”

“You know!? It’s turning purple around your ribs!” She ghosted her fingers overtop his silky skin. Her hand moved down his side towards his hip, along the lines of his stomach, as if to examine him for any other injuries.

“Pfft” Gavin hunched forward with a chortle. “Stop!” His wholesome laugh filled the dark bedroom.

“Gavin, are you giggling?” She looked at him astonishment trying to hide her own smile. His laugh was contagious and it didn’t take long for her to join in.

“Don’t do that.” He continued cackling.

“Do what? Are you drugged up?” She giggled loudly. Gavin was laughing so freely; something a potent pain killer would allow him to do this easily.

“A little, just some minor pain medication.”

“Don’t downplay how much they gave you. It’s making you loopy! Is that why you are laughing so much?” She tried catching her breath.

“You just-” He pressed his face into her neck and could hardly speak. “You were tickling me!’ Don’t- Don’t do that. Hahaha~”

“Oh jeez” She tried to pout, but his laugh was too cute. Tossing her head back into the pillow, she held back her giggles. “Your gauze is way larger than just a minor wound. Don’t you think?” She tried to change the subject, but the two continued their laughing fit.

Gavin kissed her cheek and hugged her to him as laughter quieted down.

“You need to get some sleep. Sleep off some of this medication that's making you insane.” Her voice calmed him, while her fingers messed with the fringe on his forehead.

As laughing ceased, Gavin’s liquid gold eyes locked on hers. She yawed gently, stretching her arms around him in a tight squeeze. Her leg came up to wrap around his thigh, weary of his bandaging.

“We don’t have anything to do tomorrow. So, let’s spend the day together.” He twisted until he was lying on his back, and she was on his chest.

Gavin gave her a tiny peck on the lips. The sweet kiss was the punctuation to the evening, a silent goodnight, leaving the couple to fall asleep tightly woven in one another's arms.

No time seemed to pass as Gavin’s eyes flickered open to a sunkissed room. The warm rays rushed in to welcome the new day, aggravating Gavin’s measly 4 hours of sleep. He squinted as he peaked his eyes open. Her head was still resting peacefully on his chest, breathing deeply in her sleep.

Gavin began to pull the blanket up to cover his eyes from the sun in hopes of dozing off again. The tugging of the sheet had him letting out a painful hiss. Sharp jolts of heat shot from the epicenter of the stitches, and he clutched his side. The sound roused his girlfriend from sleep, looking around with her half alert eyes.

“Are you okay?” She croaked, widely yawning.

“Ah,” He started to wave her off, clenching his eyes shut. The wound on his side throbbed now that the pain medication had left his system. “Yeah Yeah, Just need a moment for it to pass.”

“Did you pull a stitch?” She moved the blanket out of the way wearily. He let her take a peek at the bandage.

“No, I don’t think so. But I haven't moved in a while, just…” He inhaled, looking down at the wound. “I just need a moment.” He forced himself to breathe evenly, deep breaths with long exhales.

“Do you have any more pain pills?” Her hand came up to smooth his messy hair off his forehead.

Gavin opened his eyes and looked toward the bedroom door. “Yeah, there's a prescription in my jacket pocket. It’s hanging in the entryway.”

“I’ll go get you some more, okay?” She placed her cool hand on his warm cheek.

He took in a breath through his nose and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Okay.” She gave him a warm smile and jumped off the bed.

“Thanks.” Gavin watched her slip off the bed and straighten her oversized shirt over her smaller body. One sock had fallen down all the way to her ankle while the other held fast at her thigh.

His heart swelled with the knowledge that there was someone in this world that cared so deeply for him. Gavin had never asked, but she always went out of her way to take care of him. He smiled against the pillow, hearing her fill a glass with water before entering the bedroom with the pills.

She slid in close to him, holding the pills in one hand and the cup in the other. Birds began to chirp outside the window as the sun climbed into the sky. After taking the medication, Gavin placed the water cup onto his side table and turned slowly to lay back down.

“Try to sleep.” She urged, rubbing his chest with her warm palm. The heat radiated from her touch filled up his heart. He knew she loved him, there was never a question in his mind. She was never mean to him, or hurt him maliciously. She was an angel, an absolute perfect angel.

He ran his fingers through her hair and tried to let sleep take him once more. It was difficult with the dull ache that seared into his side. He listened to his girlfriend's even breath as she was swept up in a dream. He didn't dare move. Keeping his eyes closed, he held her to his chest and nuzzled into her shoulder.

As he lay there for several minutes, the medication rushed towards where he needed it the most. He couldn't seem to fall back into dreamland while the pain killers took its time to soothe him. It took the edge off after several minutes, allowing him to breathe deeper without the tinge of discomfort.

“I swear to god, Gavin. You better get some sleep.” She groaned into his chest.

Gavin’s brows lifted while his eyes went wide. “I-I thought you were sleeping?!”

“I was trying to, but I’m worried about you…” She looked up at him, hair falling in her face. Gavin haphazardly pushed it out of the way and held the back of her head.

“No need to worry. I’ll be fine. My boss gave me time off work until I’ve healed. Plus, it’s not life-threatening.” Gavin’s sleepy voice was more gravely than his usual tone.

He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead and sighed. “At least the medicine is kicking in. Maybe I can go back to sleep after all. But...”

“Buuuuut, You’re not tired.” She finished his sentence.

“I’m excited to be back home with you. It’s exciting for me. My heart won't stop pounding just having you in my arms.”

She fluffed the pillow he laid on and helped him turn all the way on his back. She traced the butterfly bandage on his brow and frowned. Moving down, her lips pressed against his neck. Gavin sighed at the loss of warmth from their embrace but welcomed the new warmth of her kisses along his neckline.

Gavin relaxed back into the pillow, letting the sensation of her feathery light kisses soothe him. But, he quickly snapped his eyes open when she began moving lower.

“What, uh, What are you doing?” He tugged on her shoulders to bring her to him once more, but his girlfriend didn't relent.

“I want to distract you from the pain.” Her hands brought the hem of his shirt up, and she kissed around his navel. “And hopefully relax you enough to make you sleepy. Sleep will help heal your wound.” She spoke quietly with a smile, tracing the tape of the gauze that concealed his stab wound.

Gavin’s adams apple bobbed when he gulped. A hand stayed on her shoulder while the other came up. He covered his eyes with his forearm when she unbuttoned the clasp of his pants. She kissed his exposed skin, then unzipped the rest of the enclosure. His suddenly pounding heart could be heard from a mile away.

His nervous and wavery breath came out in a long outburst. Her small fingers pulled the hem of his undergarment down, and Gavin buried his face in his arm even more. It was so much so fast. He felt heat lap at his cheeks and a blush tinge all of his pale skin a dusty pink.

They hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and he missed her more than anything. The moments they shared were special to him, even the smallest ones.

How she kissed his lower tummy made him groan. She latched on to his skin gently and swiped her tongue over the sensitive skin. He couldn’t deny the attraction to the women he’d sworn to protect unendingly. How beautiful she looked with her eyes closed, lips trailing to leave small kisses everywhere, and her hair swooped over one shoulder.

He could feel the heat building, making his legs quake the farther she managed to go. Carefully, she ran her hand along his hips, swiping over his center slowly. Gavin twitched at her touch, knowing her lips were only going to trail even further. He peaked out from under his arm and watched her wanton eyes flicker up to his.

He quickly looked away, biting his lip to contain a groan. Her hair fell in wisps over her face, tickling the newly exposed skin of his hips. Gavin wiggled, digging his heels into the bed when her gentle touch finally aided his desire. She stroked him with her palm while kissing the base fervently. She’d move up, licking a small stripe before moving down to the other side.

Her lips and tongue worked him over while her hand lightly pumped the length of him. Each lick felt like silk over the sensitive skin, and every kiss was pillow-soft. He let a moan slip out, trying to contain his hips from bucking toward her.

She sucked the ridge of his head with her posh lips. Her tongue only came out to lick the leaking bead of moisture that ran down the edge. Gavin hadn’t realized his fingertips were digging into her so hard until he jolted his body.

“S-sorry, ah-” He ran his hand through her hair instead, feeling her twist and bob.

She didn’t stop kissing him, moving around the circumference of his girth. She teased him, and Gavin panted in anticipation for her to take him all in. The slow, methodical bobbing of her head drove him crazy, and her tongue running along his length with every movement set his body ablaze.

Every muscle in his body screamed for more. He held his hips down despite his instincts, gripping her hair in one hand and the sheet in the other. Gavin peeled his eyes open and watched as her lips wrapped sensually around his length. There was an innocent sparkle in her eye, making his stomach flip at her actions.

She hummed purposefully, sending pleasurable vibrations along his core. His forehead broke out in a sweaty sheen. The dampening hair on the back of his head began to stick to his neck. He gripped the sheets, pulling the fabric up as his hips pushed upwards against his will. His legs moved to encase her smaller frame, but he forced himself to relax and spread them again.

Gavin would be fooling himself if he didn't admit that he thought of this often. It was how she took her time to work him up before going full-on to get him off. He appreciated the attention to detail and the fact that she wouldn’t do this for anyone but him.

Her soft lips moved farther down until she took him to the back of her throat. The tightness over the tip made him see stars. The smooth friction of her tongue and lips mixing with the pressure of her hand at the base was blissful, to say the least. Gavin’s gasps and moans were out of his control the longer she pleasured him.

“I-” His chest fell heavily as he mustered the ability to speak. “I’m gonna…” He held the back of her head lightly with his palm as to not force her in any way, but to kindly ask her not to stop.

She didn’t slow down and consisted until his head came off the pillow. Gavin fell back to the bed, legs shaking and hands grabbing at anything they could. Pulses of pleasure radiated through his body, making him forget about his wounds entirely. Even the scrape on his bicep he’d yet to mention.

She waited until he came down from his high, then moved her kisses back up the path she took, moving to his stomach and chest again. Gavin laid there motionless. He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths while she nestled close to his side. His girlfriend laid her head on his chest and listened to his fast-beating heart flutter in his chest.

It was as if he were made of lead. His eyelids drifted shut while his arms wrapped around her frame. He twisted until he was able to nuzzle his face into her neck. He began to move away when her hair stuck to his clammy skin, but she reciprocated his hug and held him tight. Gavin could hardly believe how out of shape he felt. His body was useless after she was done with him.

His lips quirked into a smile while he caught his breath in her embrace. The room was silent, filled with only the hum of the AC unit kicking on.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” She whispered, rubbing his back with the tips of her fingers.

He didn’t even try to lift open his heavy eyelids. “Oh yes,” He nuzzled harder. “I owe you.” He added, slowly teasing the hem of her shirt with his thumb. “And I love you.” He kissed her heated cheek.

The pain was almost entirely gone, and Gavin wasn’t sure if it was the medication kicking in or the natural, pleasurable chemicals flowing through his veins. He huffed against her cheek, trying to get his heart rate to slow back down steadily.

“I love you too, Gavs.” She spoke softly, keeping her eyes closed and tugging him ever closer to her.

Orange hues of sunlight tinting the room began to grow brighter as the morning started to transition into the afternoon. It wasn’t long until a dream overtook him. He was lucid for a moment, realizing he’d fallen asleep. Gavin smiled into the illusion and allowed the dream to pull him deeper and deeper before finally sweeping him away.

So, I went to add on to this fic and I went back to look at my summary and I was like “.... What the actual fuck…” when I read it. It’s been several months since I started this fic and I wanted to finish it today and post it. I want to show yall the UNEDITED version of the summary for this fic….

->>Shss like, tou were hurtx let me make tou to feel. Better. Hes flustered snd like "are you sure…"

Kisses him all theway doen. Licks bis stmach and abs. Then kisses hi d as its revealed. Bj<<-

Im 100% sure I wrote this summary on my phone waking up at 3AM to get a drink of water before crashing mid-thought. Miracles do happen. lmfao

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eraserdude6226 · 4 years ago

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Gander – a 9/11 tale of goodness on a day filled with sadness

As I sit here today and think about the events that unfolded 19 years ago, I am filled with sadness and find myself teary eyed. All the death that was around us and all the sadness as we watched the terror that unfolded in New York City, Washington DC, and Shanksville, Pennsylvania. All those souls that were lost that day – Mother’s, Father’s, Son’s, and Daughter’s – every one of them someone’s family member! But there was also a bright moment to this day that no one hardly hears about – a genuine “feel good” story about a day filled with sadness.

As you probably know, once the planes started hitting their targets, air travel in the United States was closed down and all planes were ordered to land. A lot of plane traffic was re-routed to other airports and this is where we begin our 9/11 tale – Gander, Newfoundland. Gander is small town of 10,000 residents whose only claim to fame is Gander International Airport. Gander Airport was opened in 1938 and was an important stop for early aircraft travelling the transatlantic route for fuel. It was also used as a convoy air patrol base during World War II, providing anti-U-Boat air patrols to protect convoys travelling to Europe. It has 2 runways that are 8,900 and 10,500 feet long, so they are able to handle modern day jet aircraft.

So, the Twin Towers come down, the Pentagon was hit, and Flight 93 crashes in Shanksville after the passengers fought to take back the plane and the FAA order all air traffic to land and if the air traffic has not entered US airspace to turn it around. Gander accepted 38 flights for a total of 6,700 passengers and crew. Now, that might not sound like a huge issue, but remember that there are only 10,000 residents. In a span of a couple of hours, the population of Gander grew by 66%. How did the residents respond?

The mayor at the time, Claude Elliott, had a huge problem in his hands. The town was suffering from a bus driver strike, shutting down public transportation. In a town of 10,000, would there be enough staples to take care of the additional people now there. When interviewed for an article, all the mayor had to say was this: “What we consider the most simple thing in life is to help people … You’re not supposed to look at people’s color, their religion, their sexual orientation – you look at them as people.”

And help they did!

The bus drivers laid down their picket signs and went back to work. Donations of all kinds came flooding in to ease the traveler’s needs because traveler’s were not, for security reasons, allowed to access their personal baggage. Passengers needed access to their prescriptions, so the town pharmacist’s worked their networks to get the prescriptions needed for passengers. There was even a veterinarian who took care of the animals in the holds of the aircraft, which included taking care of 2 chimps headed to the Columbus Zoo. When the chimps had their offspring a couple of years later, the Zoo named it “Gander” in tribute to the people who took time to take care of their animals.

Passengers were sent in to town to sleep in makeshift dormitories set up in school gyms, community centers, and churches. When those overflowed, the town looked to its citizens, who took total strangers from all over the world into their homes. And then the feeding began. The residents of Gander began to cook … and cook … and cook! Cooking so much that the grocery shelves were bare! Of course, what happened – more food was trucked in, so much in fact that the local hockey rink was converted to a large walk-in cooler to keep perishables fresh!

By the passengers second day on the ground, Gander residents had made them feel so loved that the Mayor had a “screeching in” making the grounded passengers “Honorary Newfoundlanders”. “Screeching In” is a ceremony where visitors wear yellow sou’westers, eat hard bread and pickled bologna, kiss some cod on the lips, then drink the local rum, called screech, while onlookers bang an “ugly stick” covered in beer-bottle caps.

The town’s response was so great that there is actually a musical written about called “Come From Away” written in 2012 by Irene Sankoff and David Hein in 2012, it focuses on a handful of real-life stories from Gander. The play has won a Tony Award and opened to great acclaim in New York, London, San Diego, Toronto, and Dublin. The musical tells stories of people like Beverly Bass, A captain for American Airlines and Nick and Diane Marsden who met in Gander and got married the following year.

So here we will end our tale. A story of the kindness of a town to strangers – to people who were stranded on the worst day of days. But the ray of hope that this tale could give us is this – even in the world of division, we still need to remember that we are still members of one race, the human race and that no amount of division should ever, EVER, force us to treat someone bad because you never know when your time on earth will come to an end. As a line from “Come From Away” says: "somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, you've found your heart but left a part of you behind" - a lyric from its most popular song, 38 Planes or as Mayor Elliott said when the whole episode was over: “We started off with seven thousand strangers, but we finished with seven thousand family members.”

#redpipercommunications

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queen-scribbles · 5 years ago

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My Lucky Day

For @pillarspromptsweekly fill 97. My Roll for It elements: Edér, modern AU, and meet-cute bc I wouldn’t be me if I passed up the chance to write an Ederity meet-cute. :D

Normally the two o’clock hour was the most boring part of Charity’s shift. Most people were either still at work or just starting to commute home, Not many chose that time slot to pursue pet adoption(or even just looking). Normally at this point she’d be folding scrap paper footballs and seeing how far she could flick them down the counter, or finding an excuse to play with or love on one of the animals the shelter housed.

But not today. Today someone hadn’t properly latched one of the kennels and a certain hyperactive yellow lab had gleefully seized the opportunity to escape. Thus, Charity’s two o’clock hour so far had been spent chasing down chaos incarnate, trying to minimize the mess he made and not having much luck. Of course he fishtailed around a corner, his tail wagging so ferociously it knocked supplies off the shelf. Of course Xoti had forgotten to lock the dog door(again), and he bolted into the yard--straight for the mud puddle in the back corner. Of course she missed trying to grab him on the way back in and wound up chasing a trail of mud all through the shelter. (Thank Eothas the door between the shelter and clinic was too heavy for a year old lab to push open on his own.) She finally cornered the dog in a dead end hallway and bribed him with treats until he was close enough to collar.

“Bad dog,” she scolded, heart not fully in it despite the work ahead of her cleaning up. “You made quite the mess.”

He looked up at her, gave a whining bark, and planted muddy paws against her thigh to put him in better range for head pets.

“Sunny, down,” Charity said, gentle but firm. That was something they were trying to train out of him before he was adopted. “C’mon, you need a bath now.”

She’d swear Sunny’s ears pricked up at the word bath. This dog loved water beyond even his breed’s usual affinity for it. She could almost believe he’d gotten muddy for the express purpose of getting a bath. Charity was less thrilled at how soaked she was about to wind up, but as the one who caught the dog(and the one with no plans after work, which meant it was okay if she went home smelling like wet fur), the duty would fall to her anyway. She might as well get it over with.

It proved every bit the ordeal she was anticipating, but she did get Sunny clean. Still very much the curious puppy--even though they’d walked this hallway a dozen times and she was pretty sure there were no new smells--he pulled every which way as they walked back toward the kennels.

“We really gotta train you, or you’re gonna scare people off,” Chariy muttered, letting go of the leash with one hand to brush damp straggles of hair back toward the sad remains of her ponytail.

Of course Sunny picked that moment to hear something ‘interesting’ and veer sharply toward the door between shelter and clinic. Sharply enough to yank the leash out of her hand.

Not again! she groused to herself as she lunged after him. “Sunny! Sunny, sit!”

Sunny did not sit. Because the door opened from the clinic side and a new person walked in, and what friendly, energetic dog worth his whiskers could resist saying hello to a new friend?

And so roughly fifty pounds of still-damp yellow lab pushed off the floor and slammed into their visitor in the same moment Charity skidded to a mortified halt. Even if he looked well-built enough to take it, this was so not the impression they wanted to give people.

-o-

Edér would have been lying if he said he expected his day to include being tackled by a friendly dog. He’d also be lying to say he minded, though it did catch him off-guard.

“I’m so sorry!” a voice gasped from above and to his right--probably the woman he’d briefly glimpsed before being tackled.

“S’alright,” Edér managed around the enthusiastic tongue bath he was receiving. He brought one hand up to scratch the side of the dog’s face, which earned him a reprieve as the lab leaned into the attention with a pleased groan. “Always nice to make a new friend.”

He looked up just in time to catch her relieved smile. “Must be my lucky day.” Her ears went redder than her hair. “’Cause you’re clearly an animal lover, I mean, not for any other...” She cleared her throat, one hand tugging the end of her frazzled ponytail. “I’m gonna stop talkin’ now.”

“Actually, if you work here, I was lookin’ for some help,” Edér said, starting the reluctant process of scooting out from under the dog.

“Oh, sure,” the redhead nodded as she bent to grab the free end of the leash and started tugging the dog off him. “I’m Charity, by the way. And this fella’s Sunny, both in name and nature.”

“Fittin’,” he chuckled as he got to his feet. He held out his hand to shake. “Edér.”

Charity shook his hand, grip firmer than he expected. “And what can I help you with, Edér?”

“Pickin’ somethin’ up for a friend; antibiotics for her liz- uh, bearded dragon.” He rolled his eyes sheepishly. “She don’t like it when I call ‘im a lizard.”

Charity laughed. “Lotta people with beardies feel that way.” Her brow furrowed. “Wasn’t there someone at the clinic desk?”

Edér shook his head. “Naw. There s’pposed t’ be?”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “Same person who was s’pposed to lock all the kennels and the dog door out to the yard. I’m tryin’ to give her some time, ‘cause she’s new, but if she doesn’t get a lot less flighty real quick...” She shook her head and tugged the leash. “That’s not important, though. Let’s get you taken care of, then I’ll get Sunny squared away.”

“I can wait if you wanna do that first,” he offered, slipping his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t in any particular hurry.

“No, it’s okay,” Charity said quickly. “If you’re just pickin’ something up it shouldn’t take long.” Both of them looked down as Sunny bumped his nose against Edér’s knee. “‘Sides, he likes you, if I take him away now, he’ll pout the rest of the day an’ that’s no fun.”

“Alright, then, if you don’t mind...” Edér shrugged, which made her smile. It was a good smile. He pushed open the swinging door back to the clinic. “After you.”

-o-

Charity bit back the temptation to make some corny comment about him being a gentleman and simply nodded her thanks as she headed through the doorway. She could feel a fresh wave of blush rising to color her ears--and probably the back of her neck--even so. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. Maybe if he did she could pass off her embarrassment as due to Sunny’s behavior, not the number of times she’d successfully stuck her foot in her mouth in front of one of the more attractive men she’d met in her life. If the ‘lucky day’ comment wasn’t bad enough, the speed with which she’d insisted on helping Edér before she re-kenneled Sunny had done no favors.

Just as he’d said, there was no sign of Xoti behind the clinic counter, even though her shift went til four. She hadn’t even left a note this time.

Charity pushed aside the embarrassment--and grumbling thoughts toward her coworker--and flashed Edér another smile as she stepped around the counter. “So, what’re you pickin’ up?” She closed the waist-high door and slipped the leash around the handle so she had both hands free and Sunny was still semi-corralled.

“Antibiotics,” he reminded her, leaning against the counter with a crooked smile of his own.

She wanted to smack herself; he’d already told her that. “Right, right. Name?”

He cocked his head. “Would it be under the pet or the owner?”

“Owner.”

“That does make sense. Illani. Tavi Illani.”

The name rang a bell. “Oh, yeah. Dragon’s Quaro, right?” Charity asked as she started thumbing through the filled prescriptions. “She had him in a couple days ago and Doc Drake had to back order the meds.” Illani, there you are. She tugged out the small, crinkly bag and set it on the counter. “Here we go. And Dr. Drake is sorry for the delay and hopes Quaro feels better soon.”

Edér raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Technically she didn’t tell me that, but” --Charity shrugged-- “ain’t hard math to figure out she would.” She played with the patient information tag stapled to the prescription to give her hands something to do. Which worked for all of five seconds before she happened to read the address. “Wait, wait, wait. Tavi lives in Yenwood?! Don’t they have any vets down there?”

Edér laughed. “None who--to quote her--’know a solitary fuckin’ thing’ about bearded dragons.” He leaned closer and whispered almost conspiratorially “I think she’s just tryin’ to justify drivin’ an hour each way to bring him to the same vet she’s used since he was this big.” He held up his thumb and index finger three or four inches apart.

Charity giggled. “No shame in that; lotsa people try to stick with the same vet, for the sense of familiarity. ‘Specially if their pet likes that vet.” She braced her elbow against the counter and rested her chin in her hand. “”What about you? Assumin’ you also live in Yenwood, this is some favor. You two must be real good friends.”

Subtle, Char, a little voice in her head said dryly. Just ask the man if he’s single and get it over with.

“She’s one of my best,” he confirmed with another crooked smile. Sweet Eothas, it wasn’t fair. “But I was comin’ this way for work, so it ain’t that much much of an inconvenience. Speakin’ of...” He glanced at the wall clock. “I need to get goin’. Ain’t in a rush, exactly, but probably shouldn’t dawdle.”

She grinned. “Or the boss man’ll chew ya out?”

“Nah, that ain’t a risk,” Edér shook his head, still smiling. “‘Cause you’re lookin’ at him. Still wanna make a good impression an’ keep customers happy, so...” He picked up the prescription and tapped the bag against the counter. “You need anything from me?”

Your phone number. Charity just barely swallowed the wards before they tumbled out her mouth. “Uh, no, it looks like, um, Tavi prepaid for it when she had Quaro in. So we’re good.”

Sunny pawed her leg and whined.

Charity patted the dog’s head to settle him. “And let me apologize again for this goober. He’s just over-eager to meet new people.”

Edér leaned across the counter to scratch Sunny’s ears. “No harm done. Like I said, always nice to make a new friend.” He met her gaze and winked. “Or two.”

Was she blushing? She had to be blushing. “Always happy to meet a fellow animal lover.”

He laughed. “Thanks for the help, Charity.”

“You are very welcome, Edér,” she laughed back. “Have a good day.”

He nodded as he straightened. “You, too.”

Charity watched him go, tried to read the writing on the door of his truck(purely general curiosity, definitely not looking for a phone number), but he’d parked too far away. She looked down at Sunny, who met her gaze and panted happily. “Alright, your turn. Let’s get you back where you belong.”

Xoti picked that moment to get back from... wherever she’d been. At least she had the decency to wince when she saw Charity doing her job. “Sorry, Char.”

“What was it this time?” Charity asked, fixing her ponytail before she wrapped the leash around her hand to keep Sunny close.

“Door on the Ladies got stuck again,” Xoti said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “Doc really needs t’ fix that.”

“Leave a note on her desk, I’m sure she’ll bump it up the list,” Charity said. She tugged Sunny’s leash as she swung open the half-door to head back toward the shelter side. “Hell, if it’s real bad, maybe she’ll call someone soon as she gets back.”

“Kay.” Xoti hesitated, bit her lip. “There weren’t any trouble, was there? ‘Cause I really didn’t expect that to take more’n a minute or I’da let you know.”

Charity smiled to herself as she glanced toward the paring lot--empty now, of course. “Nope. No trouble at all.”

The clock read 3:05 as she led Sunny back to his kennel. She tried to convince herself the smile she wasn’t trying all that hard to fight was relief for the non-boring two o’clock hour for once. Given that she couldn’t stop picturing blond hair and blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled, it didn’t really work.

Her lucky day, indeed.

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #charity #eder teylecg #ederity #pillars of eternity #otp: brighter than the sun #eothasian idiots

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capriciousfox-blog · 5 years ago

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Continuation of my previous post. (also, *health*, not help.)

It’s January 2019, and my appointment in a city clinic 70~ miles away is today. It was happening.

I get there, I go through all the procedures of explaining why I’m there, what I want, vital-checking, hell, I think we even did lab work that day. I fully go into this expecting to have to go through months or even years of therapy with their own psychiatrist before I’m even allowed to touch the medicine, let alone the idea of changing my gender identity legally.

I was so nervous throughout all of this. I didn’t even tell the person who drove me there - a family member - why I was there until after the appointment was done and over with. I was scared of what he’d say. I was afraid of what the receptionists would think, or even the doctor. But the doctors and the nurses made me feel like it was standard. Like they went through this every single day, and that it wasn’t weird, taboo or anything of the sort. I was thoroughly surprised. I did not expect them to be anywhere near as accepting as they were, but I can tell you that I am very glad they were. They made me feel at home, and I hope for any of you out there moving towards this step, you share a similar experience.

So, the doctor explains that there are risks - a fair amount. I knew this, and I especially knew of the ones concerning mental stability. My biggest concern going into this was how the hormones might affect my mental health.

Now, I’ll leave out most of the risks (for now), but know that the majority of them are very circumstantial. Some aren’t, such as the ones affecting how you function emotionally.

When I mentioned this to my doctor, she explained that, simply, it would make me more emotional. Makes sense, obviously - I have hormones running through my body already, but if you add more.. well, that just doubles it, right? And hormones affect mood. Hormones affect how you perceive things. Hormones affect how you react.

You’ll find that you’ll be emotionally affected by others as well as your own misfortune more so than you were before. What only irritated you in a minor manner might not be just a minor irritation anymore. You might even cry at things you never cried at before. Arguments, news, and so on.

I accepted this as it was a far better answer than what I had in my head for the mental/emotional effects - “oh, it’s going to worsen my depression tenfold, probably.”

The doctor said that it can, but it mostly doesn’t. I don’t know how much truth there is to that, and I’ll explain why later.

So - she handed me three stapled-together pages. “Informed Consent for Estrogen Therapy”, it was.

It listed the risks. It listed what could happen, what will happen, and so on. Genital effects, skin changes, body-fat redistribution, body hair growth decreases, etc etc. You get the idea.

Now, I usually don’t read what doctors give me that thoroughly. But this time, I certainly did. I believe I reread the “packet” a handful of times before I signed it.

And that was it. The pact was sealed. The demon’s deal was done. I just sold my sou-- nah, but along with that packet were many other helpful informational tidbits, like how to inject hormones or testosterone, depending on how you’re taking your dosage.

This is something I didn’t really know much on prior - there’s a pill version of hormones, and there’s a liquid (injected via syringe) version of hormones. When I asked the doctor about the difference, she explained that it varies by person. Some people find the pills work better for them, while others find the injections work better for them. This is actually a common theme for hormonal treatment - it’s a person-by-person basis. Some things that affect others taking hormones might not affect you.

Anyway, she also handed me a document I could use to legally change my gender and name, if I wanted. I haven’t used it yet. I still identify (to most) as male and I plan to until I’m comfortable identifying as female.

I asked her when I should start seeing changes - in the first few months? She said it’d be unlikely, and I expected that answer, truthfully. Still, a bit disappointed I was. Most people do not see anything in the first three months of hormones.

From there, my prescriptions were sent to my pharmacy back near my home 70ish miles away, and I was happy. It was starting, my dream was starting.

She started me on a low dosage of two pills - Estradiol 1mg and Spironolactone 50. I take the estradiol for the hormones once in the morning and once at night, and the Spiro once per morning - if you’re wondering what it does, it blocks testosterone generation, basically.

I was okay with that. I can’t count how many times I checked myself in the following weeks, trying to spot any changes, but I’d really not find any. None that I could notice.

For the first couple of days, though, I did have stomach cramps. My body wasn’t exactly happy with what I was doing to it, I guess. They didn’t last long, though. I also slowly began to notice the emotional changes - as she mentioned, I was more emotional. I took things harder than I did before.

But I survived.

The first month was fairly uneventful change-wise. I was just happy to be on them, though I did wish they’d work faster. I wanted to look like a girl sooner, and all that.

I told many friends, I told my family and all of them were accepting. I was glad for this, because many like me don’t get that luxury. I hate that fact, and I feel lucky to not have been exposed to bigots or anything of the sort. I do know what it’s like though, from a third-person perspective. Feel free to talk to me about things pertaining to this.

I didn’t have the money to buy girl things, so I didn’t. I just shaved a lot - full body - and just kept living life as usual.

That concludes this post. I’ll continue into February and onwards later.

#transition #transgender #mtf trans #mtf hormones #help #progress

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nickgerlich · 2 years ago

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No Yolking

When you start aging, you find yourself thinking about health, lifestyle, and diet like never before. Well, that’s assuming you want to have many more happy, healthy years ahead. Sure, we’re all going to die, but why leave the door ajar for the Grim Reaper? Make him work for his prey.

As I look back over my life, I know that nearly three decades ago I made significant dietary changes to complement my intense athletic lifestyle. For the most part, it worked. My weight stayed down and my cholesterol was low, yet I still had elevated blood pressure. Cue the doctor and his prescription pad. Those meds, along with exercise and diet to this day, work nicely.

But as I got even older, I found myself no longer wanting to compete at the same level I once did, which meant that I did not want to cycle 15,000 to 20,000 miles a year. As you well know, when you alter one variable, others can get out of whack, and so my weight went up, as did my cholesterol. After all, I loved loved loved omelets and cheese.

Blame it on bad genetics, but I seem to have inherited a propensity to put on weight, have high BP, and high cholesterol, just like Mom and Dad. More than 30 months ago, I decided to make some more changes: I settled in on a target of 5000 cycling miles a year, and I cut out the eggs and dairy. Bam. I may not be the race-ready 35-year-old I once was, but I am feeling pretty good.

The only problem was that I missed my old dietary staples, especially omelets. Thankfully, I stumbled into a then-new product called Just Egg, from Eat Just in Alameda California. Made from mung beans, it looks like, feels like, and tastes reasonably like an egg to thus far be the near-perfect substitute.

And the story behind its entrepreneur, Josh Tetrick, is inspiring, as he went from $3000 in savings to being CEO of a $1.2 billion food company.

In the last three years he has gotten his product on shelves at Walmart, Kroger, Target, Albertson’s, and Safeway, and into two million US homes. The liquid version is supplemented by a couple of frozen varieties as well.

Just Egg’s success has caught the attention of competitors, like Simply Eggless, which Trader Joe’s sells. I’ve tried it as well. (Pro tip: Don’t. This one cooks up, and tastes like, wallpaper paste. Well, at least what I think wallpaper paste tastes like.)

In case you’re wondering, here’s an “egg” for egg comparison for one unit equivalence. A chicken’s egg has 75 calories, 7 grams of protein, 5 grams of fat (of which 1.6 grams are saturated fat), and 213 mg of cholesterol. Dietary guidance tells us that 300mg of daily cholesterol intake is the suggested maximum. Our bodies produce all the cholesterol it needs (and sometimes more); any additional comes strictly from animal products  .

A serving of Just Egg has 70 calories, 6 grams of protein, 5 grams of fat (0 grams saturated), and 0 mg cholesterol. Ounce for ounce, they are similar aside from the saturated fat and cholesterol. The big difference, though, is price: a dozen eggs costs $1.93 on average in Texas, while 8 ounces of Just Egg at my local Walmart is $3.94.

Tetrick’s success has not been without controversy, though, An earlier product, Just Mayo, caught the attention of Unilever, maker of Hellman Mayonnaise. They argued in their lawsuit that mayonnaise, by definition, contains egg, and therefore that their product—for which they were implicitly claiming partial ownership of the very word—was at risk. Oh, the consumer confusion.

Now where have we heard this before recently? Oh yeah. Margaritas. Is that fear I smell coming from Unilever’s general direction?

While the company claims to have sold the equivalent of 250 million chicken eggs, it is still just a drop—pun intended—in the overall market basket. But niche products can still earn their stripes, as well as places on the shelf.

As always, you do you, and eat what you like. I’m good with the change, both in the product offerings and in me. And I’m feeling good for my age, even better since I just finished another of my world famous breakfast burritos.

Dr “Make Mine Scrambled” Gerlich  

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ghostoftheyear · 7 years ago

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I’d like to make an important public service announcement.

PLEASE WEAR YOUR GODDAMNED SEATBELT.

I was in a major car accident yesterday. I was coming home from work like normal. Listening to a podcast, paying attention to the traffic but also thinking about what I was going to make for dinner and so forth. I had reached the turn into my apartment complex and was waiting for a break in the oncoming traffic so I could turn. No break. No break. Finally, the light turns yellow and I see the oncoming traffic slow. I figure it’s OK and I start to turn.

Which is when a big SUV accelerates through the light and hits my car.

I remember seeing it come at me and thinking “This is happening--” The next thing I remember is that I’m screaming my head off and crying and cradling my right arm to my chest. I smell smoke. The airbag had deployed and the rearview mirror hangs from its post by some wires. I can’t stop screaming. The car has spun around to face the opposite direction. I try to open the door; I can’t. Someone is knocking on the window. I have to unlock the doors; the car is still running (I think, anyway?). Another guy opens the rear passenger side door. There is so much smoke.

Eventually they manage to force the driver door open and help me out of the car. Total strangers move me to the sidewalk. The woman who first got my attention calls 911. An ambulance arrives in barely any time at all. I see the SUV’s driver sitting nearby with someone helping her. The EMT asks if I want to go to the hospital. I know they have to ask, but of course I do. There’s something wrong with my arm. It looks wrong. Even before I’d gotten out of the car, I had the thought: “I broke my arm.”

The ambulance gets moving in moments; they don’t even wait for anyone to get my purse or phone or anything. It feels like they hit every bump in every road on the way. I feel alert as the EMT takes my vitals. I want to call my brother. I need to let people know.

I had a pretty bad depressive moment earlier in the day and posted something like, “Today is very, very bad” on Twitter. At this moment in time, all I can think is that I don’t want my friends to worry about me, as I’m going to be off the radar for at least several hours. I’ve been to the ER with my mom a few times; it’s a lot of waiting around.

Finally we get in and I get a room. My brother’s finally contacted. X-rays happen: my arm is definitely broken, as I howl in pain with every position they have to place it in to get the images. Someone notices a cut on my head. The nurse practitioner comes in to check my hand. That gets X-rayed as well. Then my brother arrives. He’d talked to the woman who helped me out of the car; she took pictures of the damage. He wants me admitted overnight. That means a chest X-ray. Weirdly, I feel mostly OK apart from the arm. They do a CT scan anyway. I get morphine and everything goes fuzzy around the edges. Mike decides to go home after telling me I’ll definitely be admitted. When the doctor finally arrives, she says they’re not admitting me. I have to call Mike again and get him to pick me up. Finally, I get 8 staples in my scalp (after a local anesthetic), and I’m released with a couple of prescriptions. I finally give a statement to the police officer who’s been assigned the case and then fall asleep in the lobby waiting for Mike. (Fucking Tumblr won’t let me add a fucking sentence in the middle of a paragraph so I’ll just say here that the arm was temporarily splinted and wrapped by two ER nurses who referred to the X-rays of said arm as “impressive”. So now I have this arm in a splint, in a sling, mostly immobile. Except when I move it and I can feel the bones shift.)

I stay the night at Mike’s since I don’t have my keys or anything else. Today, we went and got all of my stuff from my hopelessly totalled car. My 2006 Toyota Matrix, paid off in 2013, is history. RIP my beloved car. At least now I have my phone and everything. We get a call to come see the hand surgeon, who has just enough time today. He wants to do surgery on Monday. I see the X-ray for the first time. One break in the ulna, two in the radius. It’s apparently surprising even by this guy’s standards. I agree to it and finally get to come home to my cats who apparently didn’t even notice I was gone.

So now I have an incredibly painful right arm (thank god for Percocet, holy shit) and surgery and therapy ahead of me. When I wanted to take time off of work, this isn’t what I meant. But I’m alive and it could be a lot worse. Of course, it could be a lot better, too.

Wear your fucking seatbelt, folks. You’re not invincible. It can and will happen to you. Oh, and dont fucking text while you drive, either. Don’t be that asshole.

#this has been a public service announcement #my arm hurts #so much #it's an unwieldy immobile annoyance #pam has a broken arm

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Tectonics Ch. 4 (Katlaska, possible Shalaska and/or Trixya) - Hexen

AN: Thank you for waiting on this. Things have been a little rough for me lately, so this chapter took much longer than expected. It seems most people want to stick with Katlaska so far. Let me know what you want (Katlaska, Shalaska, Trixya, or a combo) so I can keep count for when the time comes.

Summary: After All Stars 2, things between Alaska and Katya are—in a word—awkward. Their budding friendship fizzled out in the heat of the show, and even though they’re back to normal life now, neither really knows how to change things back … until one of them gets sick.

“I’m fine, I don’t need you to escort me up to your apartment.” Alaska insisted tiredly as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door of the car that Katya parked. “I know I scared you earlier, and I am sorry about that, but I’m fine.“

Katya’s eyes narrowed. "Fine people don’t pass out for no reason,” she said with more authority and maturity than she really felt. “Tell me more about what the doctor said or I’ll carry you up and tuck you into bed myself, and I am dead serious mama.”

Katya sighed, lowering her eyes to not meet Alaska’s anymore. “Look things might be weird between us right now, but Alaska,” Katya paused, mustering up a little courage. “I’m fucking scared.”

"Katya, I, uh,” Alaska said, her face paling a bit, “I just want to go to the apartment. I’ll talk to you about it later.”

Katya shook her head, a bit dejected. “Alright. I’ll help walk you up, you don’t look so good." 

"Whatever, as long as we go, now.” Alaska insisted, grabbing Katya’s apartment key with trembling hands as her face continued to slowly pale.

With more energy than she had felt all night, Alaska climbed the stairs to Katya’s apartment and let herself in, knowing Katya was a few steps behind her but not really caring at the moment. As soon as she entered the apartment, she bolted for the bathroom, making a little effort to close the door behind her, succeeding in getting it shut halfway before falling to her knees and beginning to retch.

Several moments later, she emerged from the bathroom, only to find Katya standing against the wall, a glass of water in her hand, “I thought you’d like glass of water…you should go lie down.”

"Migrane.” Alaska murmured, taking the water and tiredly walking to the bedroom, the simple movement causing her head to throb even more, “Lack of water and sleep and an overabundance of stress…that’s why I passed out, a stupid migraine. Doctor gave me a shot, she said it would take a few hours. She stapled shut the cut on my head and she said I had a mild concussion. I’ll be fine.”

Katya felt relieved to know the details, but knowing didn’t shake the concern. She took the now empty glass from Alaska, leading her towards the bed. “I’ll draw the curtains so it will be a little darker,” she said quietly, “And I’ll check in every few hours, you’re supposed to do that with a concussion. Did doc give you anything for pain?”

“I have a prescription, I just need to get it filled.” Alaska mumbled tiredly, the remainder of her energy fading fast as she lay down against her pillow. “I’ll do it later. You don’t have to keep watch, I can set my alarm.”

Katya balked at the idea. “I’ll go take care of your prescription, and I’ll come back to sit with you. The alarm will only make your migraine worse, and having someone wake you is to make sure you’re able to fully wake up. It won’t do any good for you to set your alarm if you won’t notice it going off.”

“What about the tour?” Alaska mumbled, already beginning to drift off.

Katya sighed, brushing back Alaska’s hair with her fingers. “Don’t worry about the tour.”

“Ok.” Alaska murmured, already half asleep, “Whatever you want.”

Checking her watch, Katya left Alaska’s room and went into the living room to call Trixie, whom she had been dutifully ignoring for possibly the first time in her entire life.

Seeing the prescription sheet on the counter, she decided it better idea to call her while at the pharmacy, that way the extra couple of minutes it would take to call would be done while accomplishing else. Besides, she wanted to be back as soon as possible in case Alaska needed something and for when Trixie and Sharon inevitably stormed the apartment.

Fuck, she had almost forgotten that she told Sharon to come too. Part of her felt like it was a really stupid idea to have her best friend and her pseudo-patient’s best friend-slash-ex hybrid pay a visit, but she needed the support, and goddamnit, Katya had learned to listen to her own weaknesses throughout the years.

But she was still pretty worried about Alaska. She had never seen her fellow queen so weak before.

Katya guessed she couldn’t help it, really, every time she was around someone who needed help, a little spark of internal motherly instinct emerged and took control. With Alaska, who typically did not need any help whatsoever, it was even more important to be a shoulder to lean on, especially since they had been partners tonight. She knew Alaska had been feeling ill, but she towed her along to the store, and she hadn’t done anything to accommodate Alaska’s apparent illness. She felt she owed it to her friend to help her get well.

Not once had she ever seen Alaska sick. The previous year, the entire Christmas Queens cast suffered from the stomach flu, and while everyone else was missing rehearsals, Alaska was working twice or three times as hard as everyone else to cover for all the cancelling queens, not even coming down sniffles in the process. She was able to stay up for days straight, surviving on caffeine, sweat, and glitter alone, and still managed to get things done coherently. It was unnerving to see her so weak and tired.

She pulled into the pharmacy parking lot, dropping off the prescription at one counter and walking up and down the aisles while she waited for it to be done. She picked up some Pepto, in case Alaska’s stomach was still unsteady when she woke, a couple cans of Redbull for herself, and a couple DVDs they could watch while they were home from the tour, since the doctor’s orders were to rest at home until the concussion was completely healed. She walked down the magazine aisle, not seeing anything that would be of particular interest, instead spotting three crossword puzzle books she thought Alaska might enjoy. Grabbing a chocolate bar for herself, she went to the back of the pharmacy to see if the medicine was ready yet. Maybe having Alaska stay with her for a little bit wouldn’t be a bad idea. Maybe they would be able to actually build their relationship beyond “co-worker status.”

Just as the thought crossed Katya’s mind, another one of her “co-workers” flashed across her phone, yet again. Sighing, Katya figured it was now or never, and hesitantly picked up the phone.

“…Hello?” she said.

“Ok what the actual fuck is wrong with you,” came the voice of Trixie Mattel.

“Well I tell poop jokes way too much, I wet the bed when I was five, sometimes I leave the toilet seat up.”

“No, Jesus Christ, no,” Trixie said. “What’s happening? Where are you and Alaska? Why were you ignoring me? Why the fuck do you want me and the fucking Edgelord Queen of Halloween to come to your apartment?”

Trixie was talking a mile a minute, and even though Katya couldn’t see her, she could recognize the worry in her voice.

“Everything’s ok. Well, kinda ok, everything is going to be ok in a near conceivable and achievable future.”

“Get more specific or I’m going to choke it out of you when I see you.”

“Alaska had to go to the hospital,” Katya said.

The line was quiet for a beat after that.

“She fainted and hit her head, but she’s awake and she’ll be fine, but it was scary and there was an ambulance and she’s sleeping at my apartment now and—“

“Wait wait wait, you left her alone sleeping after she hit her head?” Trixie said.

“I’m picking up her medicine and going back, the doctor said it was ok. This is why you and Sharon should come.”

“Ok ok,” Trixie said. “I’ll grab Sharon and we’ll meet you back there as soon as we can get away from Michelle. She’s pissed and worried, clearly with reason, because you guys left without saying anything, so she’s mothering the rest of us extra. Clearly she picked the wrong fucking group to mother.”

“Don’t tell her,” Katya blurted out. “I promised Alaska.”

Trixie just sighed.

“I’ll meet you back at your apartment soon. It’s going to be ok.”

Somehow Katya trusted Trixie saying that more than herself.

#tectonics #hexen #katlaska #trixya #hurt/comfort #katya zamolodchikova #alaska thunderfuck #trixie mattel #rpdr fanfiction #sick fic #canon compliant

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spencers-dria · 4 years ago

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Light Amongst the Darkness

Ch. 13 of Someone To Stay