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My hospital adventure minus the boring bits. 5/6 "The Bad Dog Collar and the Cat Scan"
Because of my fall at school and lack of control of my limbs the hospital was going to me an x-ray of my neck and CTC scan of my head just to make sure it was nothing drastic. So as the nurses were discussing putting a collar on me I made the comment "I don't need a collar, I'm not a bad dog".... I got a collar so that means I was obviously a 'bad dog' (not being able to use opposable thumbs didn't help my case). I then made the comment about how funny it would be if I got a cat scan in my bad dog collar, and I did (it was hilarious at the time).
My hospital adventure minus the boring bits. 6/6 "1 am Sandwiches"
After my 'bad dog' collar came off it had been around 12 hours (rpt) since I had eaten anything and I was craving sandwiches (had seen someone else in the emergency waiting room eating some before), and my kind mother asked my nurse if I could possibly eat something now, he said 'yes' *YAY*. They were almost as good as the venturer's 'Midnight Pancakes' (your welcome for inventing that tradition venturer's)
I love your blog so so much, everything you write is amazing, idk if reqs are open, if they arent, im sorry and feel free to ignore, but could i request a second part of that prompt you wrote where the villain poisons their little sibling hero w/o knowing its them, i just loved that prompt and how you wrote it SO SO much, i think i must have read it about 20 times just these last few days, you can make the second part however you want, sad ending, happy ending, its up to you!!! thank you a lot
Part One (Thank you so much Anon!)
The villain hated hospitals. There was always the threat of exposure—the promise of a fixed wound never meant just stitches. Inevitably, it meant the police.
But really, the villain hated hospitals because they had almost watched their sibling die in one, three years old and a stomach full of cleaning products. They had sworn their sibling would never, ever get hurt again.
Now here they were. Watching the painful rise and fall of their sibling’s chest, oxygen mask hissing alongside the beeping of a heart monitor.
The villain scrubbed a hand over their face, covering their mouth.
Their sibling—the hero—was so small. So pale. And it was their fault.
The villain was going to vomit.
The heart monitor stuttered, and the villain snapped their eyes to the bed. The hero blinked back at them, clammy and bleary eyed.
The hero blinked at them once, before clumsily dragging their oxygen mask off their face.
“You need that,” the villain said gently. The hero eyed the mask with distaste, before dropping it beside them.
“Okay.” But they didn’t pick it up. Their eyes dragged around the room, not quite conscious yet—before landing back on the villain. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
The hero’s brow wrinkled, then eased.
“I don’t feel bad?”
The villain laughed slightly. Their chest panged. “Yeah, that’s the morphine. They have you on the good stuff.”
The hero frowned.
Absently, one of their hands reached for their IV, and the villain caught it, settling it back by their side before they could rip it out.
“You’re an obstinate little thing, aren’t you,” but it was fond.
Their sibling grinned at them, and god, how had the villain not known? The hero had smiled at them, that exact smile, hundreds of times. Maybe thousands. And somehow, they hadn’t stopped to think it looked familiar. They hadn’t questioned that they had the same power.
They hadn’t bothered to wonder if the hero they were fighting was their younger sibling.
How many times had they hurt their sibling and not known?
“You love me anyways.”
The villain’s throat tightened.
“Yeah,” They choked a bit. “Yeah, I do.”
The hero frowned at them again.
“Are you okay?”
The villain cleared their throat. “Of course. It’s you who isn’t.”
The TV on the wall switched to a news segment, and they both watched with detachment as the reporter discussed the political climate surrounding powered people. The hero fidgeted slightly as they aired clips of the two of them fighting.
If their sibling didn’t remember anything about last night—
“The hero always loses,” the villain said slowly. They waited for the hero to look at them. “Why do you think that is?”
The hero bit their lip, anxiety creeping around the fog of pain medication.
“Because they’re weaker, I would think.”
The villain tipped their head a bit. “I don’t know about that. They always hold their own.”
Their sibling shrugged one shoulder, trying for casuality and failing. “Heroics and all that. Busy. Maybe the agency has orders…?” They trailed off, and oh, wasn’t that a terrible thought? Their sibling being ground into dust in the machine of the government.
“They never catch the villain, either,” the villain pressed. One of the hero’s hands squeezed into their blanket.
They stared at each other. The heart monitor beeped. Someone called for a code blue.
“You never catch me.” It was little more than a whisper, but the villain knew their sibling caught it. The hero went still, a deer in headlights.
It was almost like the villain could see them remembering the night before—the gala, the poison. Their big sibling, hurting them.
But they didn’t look at the villain with fear.
“No,” the hero said, and it was the firmest the villain had ever heard their sibling. “I don’t.”
Something began to burn in their gut.
“What were you thinking?” The villain hissed. The hero stared, stony eyed. Their lip quivered, just slightly.
“I was thinking that I love you too much to watch you die on the news.”
The villain jerked a hand through their hair, pacing to the other end of the room. The door snapped shut with a flick of shadow, the curtains following suit.
“You’re sixteen,” the villain snapped. The hero was fighting off tears, pressing their lips together like they were trying to hold in a sob. The villain had seen them do hundreds of times over the years.
“And you’re all I have left.”
The villain forgot how to breathe. Their sibling was trembling, just slightly.
“I’d never leave you,” the villain promised, voice cracking.
The dam broke, and a tear slipped down the hero’s cheek.
“But what if the only part of you left to stay is your ghost? I don’t—I can’t-“
And then their little sibling was sobbing. The villain tucked them into their arms between one second and the next, cradling them against their chest.
“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I won’t,” the villain carded a hand through the hero’s hair. “I won’t.”
Their sibling was too young for this.
The villain was too young for this, too.
Being a villain paid the bills—but was it worth it?
The hero sobbed again, and the villain knew.
No.
It wasn’t worth it. How could anything ever be worth hurting their sibling?
It wasn’t worth their sibling almost dying, it wasn’t worth the heart ache, it wasn’t worth the pain.
But it was worth a month’s rent. It was worth school supplies and food on the table. It was worth a life.
Maybe not theirs—no, theirs was ruined already.
It was worth their sibling’s.
That was what mattered.
The nausea was back, deep in the villain’s stomach.
“Stop fighting me.”
The words stung on the way out, cutting the villain’s tongue. The hero jerked out of their arms as if scalded.
“What?” Their voice was rough with tears.
The villain swallowed, and it took everything in them to keep their face blank.
“Stop playing hero. You’re going to end up dead.”
If the villain couldn’t hear the heart monitor beeping, they would have thought their sibling’s heart had stalled in their chest.
“It won’t happen again,” they fisted their hands into the blanket.
“You’re right,” the villain agreed, and it hurt. “It won’t.”
The hero gaped at them.
“You don’t get to do this—“
“I do.”
“Stop it,” their sibling hissed. “Let me talk, I just want—“
“I want you alive.”
The hero went silent.
“And I want you happy, and warm, and well fed, because I love you, and it is my job.”
“Isn’t me being a hero to protect you the same thing? It’s love, not hatred or stupidity, can’t you see that?”
The villain could. They could see all of it. They could see their sibling, just a younger version of themself, desperate to keep their last loved one safe. They could see their sibling, helping the city because they cared too much with a too big heart.
They could see their sibling choking on poison, hunched over a toilet.
“I can’t let you keep fighting me.” The villain held the hero’s gaze. “I won’t, do you hear me?”
Their sibling was crying again, silently, chest heaving.
“I’ll fight you anyways,” but it was weak, and they both knew it.
The villain gave them a long look.
“You’re going to let the nurses help you. You’re going to get better. And then we’re going to go home, and you’re going to go to school, and I’m going to pay the bills, and put money on the table, and you’re going to pretend you don’t know how.”
The hero let out a shuddering breath, jerking their eyes away. Their jaw clenched.
“Do you hear me?”
“Fuck you.”
“Hero.”
“Yes,” they sobbed. “Yes, I hear you. Yes, I’ll watch you die and bleed out and I’ll do my math homework and pretend I don’t know why there’s blood stains in the bathroom.”
The villain wished they had been shot. It would have hurt less than this.
“Good.”
The hero shot them one last, desperate look. Like they had expected the last bit to mean something. Like they had hoped it would. Like they had needed it to.
Their sibling was just shy of hyperventilating when the villain tucked their oxygen mask back over their face. They brushed a piece of the hero’s sweat soaked hair out of their face, softening their eyes a fraction.
“I love you.”
The hero just blinked at them as the villain slid off the bed, tucking the blankets back around them.
The villain hesitated, just barely, at the door.
“Don’t—Don’t do this,” their sibling was crying again, voice wet with tears as they shook. Like the villain had grabbed something within them and broken it, something vital, and their sibling no longer knew how to be still. “Please don’t do this.”
Whatever they said next was a mangled sob.
“I love you,” the villain repeated forcefully, more weight on those three words than they had ever put on them. Maybe, when the hero was older and the villain didn’t need to commit crimes to keep them afloat, when there was no danger for their sibling, they would tell them they hadn’t wanted this either.
They would tell them they had wanted them to be a hero.
They would tell them they were sorry.
But for now, the villain said nothing. The door clicked shut behind them like an oath.
The villain managed to make it all the way down the hallway before they started sobbing too.
Just another victim of a frat house dare gone wrong. They've seen it all before at the University hospital but its always a good teaching moment for the students!
Free Hugs
Katsuki coughed lightly as he was walking down the white halls of the hospital. Surprisingly -especially with his explosive personality and short temper- he’s currently working at a children’s hospital.
It may not be like him but he decided it so no further questions will be answered.
“Hey Doc!” A familiar called out, snapping Katsuki out of his own thoughts. He should stop thinking about work too much.
A gentle gaze crossed his face as he walked towards the wheel chair where the small voice called out to him a moment ago.
“Hey, there kiddo.” He said, squatting down to meet her level and ruffling her white hair.
Eri giggled, used to the blond at this point. Eri has been in the hospital for a few months now, because of her illness. Leukemia. And Katsuki is her appointed doctor.
The blond’s heart aches whenever he sees her, especially whenever see that precious smile of hers that seemed like she was one of god’s angels and had descended from the heavens.
The only thing is... she’s terribly sick, to the point she could barely walk by herself anymore, needing the help of a nurse to take her outside for her to get some fresh air.
This is one of the reasons Katsuki prefers to work at this hospital. To save the smiles of these kids, to save the future they’ll lose just cause of this bullshit illness they don’t deserve to have.
“Where have you been last week, doc?” She asked. Eri has changed a lot for the past months, a lot more open than she used to. She barely talked to anyone when she first came to the hospital. Often hiding behind her tired looking father that has bags under his eyes -Aizawa-, peeking shyly behind him and hiding completely when someone even looks at her.
“I met up with someone.” Katsuki answered, standing up gesturing the nurse -Tsuyu- that he’ll take over on taking her outside, to where Tsuyu agreed silently and left with a small smile on her face.
Everyone thinks the blond isn’t the kind of person that should be working in a hospital for children but after watching (cause no one would straight up work with him on the first day of work) the blond work one will no doubt think the blond is great at the job.
“Who did you meet up with?” She asked, being the curious little girl she is, as Katsuki started to push her chair to head outside.
“Just another doctor.” He answered. There’s nothing more that she needs to know anymore than that.
“Oh...” She said, although he knows she’s holding back to keep on pressing Katsuki. “Anyway, have you heard of Izuku?” she asked, changing the subject as she leaned her head back to look at the doctor.
“Izuku?”
“Yeah. He came here a couple of days ago. He’s really nice.” Eri said.
Izuku...
It’s been a while since he’s heard of that name...
But it isn’t him isn’t he?
It’s been years since he’s been in the slightest been in contact with the nerd. Not that he can after... a very rough childhood, of which he doesn’t have the right to face him. He hasn’t even seen him ever since they finished middle school. The greenette moved out soon after that and his mother barely had any contact with his contact.
“What does he look like?” Katsuki found himself asking, as they passed the doorway to the outside.
“Huh? Hm... well, he has curly green hair, there’s freckles on his cheeks and he gives out free hugs as well!” She said cheerily.
Free hugs? That’s new.
The nerd is cuddly that’s for sure, but he didn’t know the nerd would be so willing to hug anyone. And why do people say ‘free hugs?’ are hugs not given free? Does someone need to pay just to give hugs? Like seriously,..
“Ah! Hey, Izuku-nii-chan!” Eri shouted, waving an arm in the air to get the other’s attention.
Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to see what Eri was calling to.
His eyes went wide as he eyes landed on a familiar figure, stopping in his tracks in the process, shock clearly in his face.
There he was, sitting on one of the benches, giving a warm hug to another young boy. A bright smile on his face looking at the boy as he pulled away and waving the boy goodbye as another nurse lead him back inside the hospital. As he heard Eri’s voice he turned to face Eri, prepared to give a wave but saw Katsuki, his eyes went wide as his emerald green orbs met with crimson red ones.
...
Deku...
Kacchan....
[i dont know if i’ll continue or not, depends and I might post it on archive... just might cause i aint sure. stay tuned]
Fifian’s donated art for the second to last chapter of Eibetsu. :)
Streber and Ethan angst!!! (Streber's incident)
Also TW for angst, sadness and gore
Bandaid🩹
A tortured soul cries out unable to contain the agony
Static and moisture fill up the clouds, we can’t escape these cycles
Swallow
gripping tighter to the cliffs edge, praying for better weather
But the Cataclysmic storm rages on, the pills did not matter
Another visit needed but only a bandaid is given
smothering any hope or desire
Ok y’all, tip from a scheduler at a hospital. We can’t do much. We don’t have the ability to overbook drs and nurses and we sure as hell can’t just look over our shoulder and talk to them. We’re not medically trained, can’t give you advice, don’t need to know your whole health history, and frankly ew. Telling us all about it doesn’t magically give us the power to cancel someone else’s appointment and give it to you. Sorry but what we give you is all we can give you.
Why are kids so inmature? (rant)
So the story is, we have an assignment to draw the organs in the human body right? Yeah. So Nm.1, I cant draw humans, so I just drew it as a cartoony human. Turns out 6th and 7th graders don't have filters ig. "ITS BAKUGO GUYS!" "That anime character goes hard." "How are you gonna do the brain? *Scoff*". Like????? Can I work on a project in fucking peace? Like tf? Anyway, Nm. 2, so I wrote in here that we draw all the organs, but we don't exactly have to but a body drawing with only the lungs, heart and smth else but obviously its gonna look empty in the stomach. So I asked to draw all the organs and was given permission. So I was doing that and as I was drawing the female reproductive system (uterus or wtvr) the teacher came over and told me not to draw it. Apparently kids are to inmature to handle the human body organs. Im just concerned for when they give us fucking sex ed. Anyway. Just wanted to rant about that.
