Dr. Faolan McKenna, MD

Doctor for all kinds, magical and other. Not quite human. Independent OC, semi-selective. Mun 21+ Will play with any fandom. FC Cole Sprouse. Main account: bluecollarwarlxck

[medicinexmagic]

Sorry I haven't been very active, both my muses have been kind of MIA. But I'll try and get back ASAP

[kolhearted-archived]

RP RESOLUTIONS

End call-out culture. If someone is genuinely a danger to society at large, that’s not a call-out. If someone did you dirty, uses a FC you don’t like, or acted shady to a friend of a friend of yours, that’s a call-out. In 2018, let’s move past the era of airing out our dirty laundry and the mob mentality that comes with it. I have seen some genuinely disturbing people on this site. But I’ve also seen people who, through a misunderstanding or one ignorant ( but not actively hateful ) post have had to leave the RPC, abandon their muse, etc, and no amount of apology is ever seen as enough. 

More radical love. Loving yourself and loving others. If someone gives you anxiety, quietly remove them from your dashboard. If you really love seeing someone on your dash, let them know. If you really really love a certain style of writing, whether it’s seen as purple, basic, or “wrong” in someone else’s eyes, allow yourself to enjoy and be proud of what you’ve written. 

No more conflating graphics with quality, but on the flipside, no more shaming people who love to put effort into their graphics. The presence or lack thereof of some ultra-hyped theme, insane graphics, and the most beautiful icons you’ve ever seen should no longer be the reason why or why not you like a blog. 

Friends ≠ Exclusivitiy. This was something that I saw a lot of at different times this year. Someone being called “cliquey” or “elitist” because they had a well-established group of friends who they really loved writing with. Unless they’re being actively exclusionary and responding to you with stuff like “I’m sorry, you’re not Stacy so I don’t like you,” just let it go. Just as you don’t OWE anyone plots you don’t want, etc –– so too do other people have the right to want or not want to write with whomever they please. Unless they’re being actively rude to you, this should be left in 2017 as something to message people about. 

MORE POSITIVITY!!! Seriously, any kind of positivity. Friendly anons, randomly tagging people in stuff, sharing promos with lovely messages in the tags… just be nice to each other. If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. 

No More Hatred of the Writers. Okay, maybe this one is a personal one, but the trend/phenomenon that’s on tumblr of hating the writers of shows, books, media where your muse comes from. If you don’t agree with something, that’s fine, but it’s become some sort of shorthand and accepted understanding that if you’re in the fandom, you have to wholeheartedly disagree with every point the writers make. Isn’t that tiring? 

Okay, I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!! Let’s head into 2018 right. 

[spillsnchills]

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is iut of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

[iinvicti]

when someone’s muse and writing skills are just utterly flawless and you’re just:

[medicinexmagic]

Today is munday and I feel vain.

[cheaphalloweencostume]

i randomly wandered into an art gallery with live music and a full cheese spread and im going ape

[creepsandcrawlers]

if u eat it the fey own u tho

[cheaphalloweencostume]

that’s the fey’s problem

[smogft]

would you guys like to see the most unique rare and blessed picture i’ve ever taken?

[smogft]

his day now

[rachel-angelina-deactivated2019]

Reblog if you are part of Loki’s Army

I’m trying to prove a point to someone who thinks he is a garbage character that doesn’t deserve fans

[pardonthepoisoned]

STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[pardonthepoisoned]

@medicinexmagic

The machine to Faolan’s side started beeping with some urgency, to alert the doctor of the dropping blood pressure. God damn it. He’d hoped Dean would stabilize a little better. Guess that transfusion was needed sooner than later.

Faolan whistled sharply, and held out his free hand. After a few moments, a massive black dog came bounding through the door, a blood bag held delicately in his teeth. Some of their precious O negative supply, but it was worth the use to save a life. Faolan wasn’t even supposed to have access to blood, but he’d swiped some from the blood bank at his ER. He put the bag on the IV, opening the line wider than usual to push the infusion faster.

“Dean Winchester, s a nice name,” he mused, moving back to Dean’s chest to reapply pressure and keep bandaging. Boy he really hoped this kid didn’t code.

Dean looked up at him at the pressure. The pain kept him conscious, it gave him something to focus on. “Doc… Am I in trouble?” he whispered. “It’s gonna be okay, right? I didn’t do it on purpose, I just wanted to be okay… You’re trying so hard to help me…”

He stared down at the dog, dropping his hand off the gurney and studying his intelligent eyes. “Puppy,” he murmured. “Good doggy…”

[medicinexmagic]

"Your vitals are low but stable, which, as long as we can get the bleeding down, means you'll be fine after the transfusion. I won't lie to you, we aren't out of the woods. But as long as you hang in here with me, you're gonna be okay," the doctor explained. The bandages under his fingers were still darkening, but Faolan was concentrating hard on making sure they didn't turn any darker as he applied more bandages.

"And that's Cillian, my right hand... well, dog. He is a good boy," Faolan stated, still concentrating. Bending his magical will on the cells in Dean's body to build faster, to clot quicker. It was much harder than glamor magic to keep patients calm, but it was worth the mental strain.

[pardonthepoisoned]

From this ask: X

@medicinexmagic

“Well the bruises on your knuckles do indicate you returned fire but… gonna have to say he got you pretty good,” Faolan hummed, putting Dean’s hand down as he continued his examination.

“No broken fingers though… just broken glass, from the looks of it,” he explained before pulling out a flashlight and double checking. Yup. Definitely glass in there.

“Maybe you should duck next time someone throws a beer bottle. Or don’t get in a fight…” Faolan mused as he grabbed his hemostats.

Dean studied the doctor, looking down at his lap. “Uh… I didn’t… It wasn’t like I did it for fun,” he said softly. “I saw him slip a gal a roofie. I… I didn’t see any other way to do it. I don’t want to be that guy who sees it and doesn’t say anything, and… So I knocked the drink out of his hand. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt…”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan blinked at the other before grabbing the first piece of glass gently and removing it from the broken skin. “Well I hope you sent him to the ER then,” the doctor stated matter-of-factly. “And I hope he gets that awful nurse on third who never changes bedpans and smells like a dead cat,” he added, mouth quirking up in a crooked smile.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean looked at him and nodded, trying not to wince as he dug around inside his knuckles for the broken glass. “I… I talk tough, ya know? And I am sometimes. But I don’t jump for a fight. I don’t. I just… I just wanna do the right thing, and it sucks and it’s hard…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head with a little smile. “Dean you don’t have to justify anything to me. I’m sure you had good intentions…” Faolan explained as he switched to tweezers so he could remove small splinters.

“… Even if you didn’t, I’m still gonna clean you up all the same.” He added, dropping another shard in the surgical bowl. “Besides… never apologize for fighting for what is right. Kindness begs no apology.”

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean gently brushed at the drying blood on his jeans. “I just… Ya know. I’m used to having to explain myself…” He let out a long hiss, closing his eyes and pressing his head against the headrest, biting his lip the deeper Faolan had to dig. 

“I’m sorry… At least it’s not as much of a mess as having my chest split open, huh?” he tried to make a joke. It wasn’t really working, but he didn’t know what else to do. 

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head and smiled slightly. “Well no, it certainly isn’t as bad as that,” Faolan said, a laugh creeping into his voice. “I’m sorry about the pain by the way. I’d love to numb you up, but I have to ration my anesthetic… we don’t get a lot,” he confessed, trying be more careful as he pulled out another large piece.

“But I’ll buy you a drink after, if that’ll help,” he added, shining his light on the wound to double check the location of the shards.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean looked over at him, studying his face. “Hey, out of anybody who rolls up in here, I think I need anesthetic the least,” he said honestly. He gently squeezed Faolan’s fingers, studying his face. 

“I’d love to have a drink with you… If you’ll join me?” He looked at Faolan out of the corner of his eye, hoping he wouldn’t be shot down. He liked the pretty doctor with the permanent sex hair. He hoped Faolan wanted to pursue it, too. 

[medicinexmagic]

"Of course I'd like to join you, think I was just going to let you drink alone?" Faolan teased, his smile broadening. "Though I'm gonna need both hands if you want to get out of here faster," he added as he gently pulled his hand free.

"We've almost got the big shards out... I'll give you a rinse with some sterile water, it'll hopefully knock the small pieces loose. Then we'll just put some topical antibiotics on and bandage you up, and that'll be that," Faolan explained, falling back into his clinical habits.

[pardonthepoisoned]

STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[medicinexmagic]

pardonthepoisoned:

medicinexmagic:

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

“You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat,” Faolan began, noting Dean’s stable vitals but low blood pressure. “So I’m not gonna judge you for what you tell me,” he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean’s chest.

“I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?” Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean’s chest hard.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean was too tired to lie, even if he felt like he should. He felt like a child, like the first time Dad had to take him to the hospital instead of fixing it at home. 

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered. “It was a… A werewolf… I must be losing my mind, but a werewolf dropped on me… I was out off the old highway, and I got blindsided… I’m sorry, I was being so stupid… He was a werewolf, I’m not crazy… He looked like a human and a wolf… I don’t know if he bit me, I was a little focused on his claws in my chest…”

[medicinexmagic]

Yeah, that was the doctor thought. He hummed as he reached back, willing bandages into his hand before reapplying pressure and starting to wrap the wound.

“You don’t have to be embarssed. I’m glad you told me, so now we can take precautions. ’M gonna give you an anti lycanthropy syrum just to be on the safe side, as well as regular boosters. You’re gonna be fine,” the doctor hummed, pulling the bandages tight over Dean’s chest, before nudging him up slightly to get under his back.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean whimpered softly as the bandages were pulled tight. He stared into the bright lights, biting his lip. “I can’t tell the truth,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t tell the truth, but I don’t want to lie… I’m so tired of lying…”

He finally looked at Faolan again. “Please… Don’t tell anybody… Don’t check me into a mental asylum…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor bit his lip, trying to suppress a smile. It was highly inappropriate to laugh, but the statement Dean made just struck him as funny. This kid had wandered into the only clinic for magic related injuries and had no idea. Of course, then he realized the kid must have totally missed the part about an anti-werewolf serum, and that quickly quelled his desire to laugh. Confusion was a bad sign.

“You’re gonna need that blood transfusion sooner than thought,” Faolan explained, taping the preliminary bandages in place so he could utilize his hands again. The doctor pulled the IV stand over and grabbed a clean line and needle before looking for a vein.

“What’s your blood type,” Faolan asked, squinting slightly as he felt for the vein. “…and come to think of it, I dunno if I ever got your name. Apologies for that…” the doctor hummed as he placed the IV line.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean licked his lips, looking up at the doctor who was saving his life. “I’m Dean… And I’m A-positive… I think… I’m so tired,” he whimpered, looking away from the needle in his arm. He hated that part of hospitals. Needles gave him the heebie jeebies. 

“Dean Winchester,” he said, almost drifting off. “I’m… Dean Michael Winchester…” His blinks started to get longer, he was so tired… It would be so easy just to drift off…

[medicinexmagic]

The machine to Faolan's side started beeping with some urgency, to alert the doctor of the dropping blood pressure. God damn it. He'd hoped Dean would stabilize a little better. Guess that transfusion was needed sooner than later.

Faolan whistled sharply, and held out his free hand. After a few moments, a massive black dog came bounding through the door, a blood bag held delicately in his teeth. Some of their precious O negative supply, but it was worth the use to save a life. Faolan wasn't even supposed to have access to blood, but he'd swiped some from the blood bank at his ER. He put the bag on the IV, opening the line wider than usual to push the infusion faster.

"Dean Winchester, s a nice name," he mused, moving back to Dean's chest to reapply pressure and keep bandaging. Boy he really hoped this kid didn't code.

[pardonthepoisoned]

STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[medicinexmagic]

pardonthepoisoned:

medicinexmagic:

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

“You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat,” Faolan began, noting Dean’s stable vitals but low blood pressure. “So I’m not gonna judge you for what you tell me,” he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean’s chest.

“I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?” Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean’s chest hard.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean was too tired to lie, even if he felt like he should. He felt like a child, like the first time Dad had to take him to the hospital instead of fixing it at home. 

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered. “It was a… A werewolf… I must be losing my mind, but a werewolf dropped on me… I was out off the old highway, and I got blindsided… I’m sorry, I was being so stupid… He was a werewolf, I’m not crazy… He looked like a human and a wolf… I don’t know if he bit me, I was a little focused on his claws in my chest…”

[medicinexmagic]

Yeah, that was the doctor thought. He hummed as he reached back, willing bandages into his hand before reapplying pressure and starting to wrap the wound.

“You don’t have to be embarssed. I’m glad you told me, so now we can take precautions. ’M gonna give you an anti lycanthropy syrum just to be on the safe side, as well as regular boosters. You’re gonna be fine,” the doctor hummed, pulling the bandages tight over Dean’s chest, before nudging him up slightly to get under his back.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean whimpered softly as the bandages were pulled tight. He stared into the bright lights, biting his lip. “I can’t tell the truth,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t tell the truth, but I don’t want to lie… I’m so tired of lying…”

He finally looked at Faolan again. “Please… Don’t tell anybody… Don’t check me into a mental asylum…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor bit his lip, trying to suppress a smile. It was highly inappropriate to laugh, but the statement Dean made just struck him as funny. This kid had wandered into the only clinic for magic related injuries and had no idea. Of course, then he realized the kid must have totally missed the part about an anti-werewolf serum, and that quickly quelled his desire to laugh. Confusion was a bad sign.

"You're gonna need that blood transfusion sooner than thought," Faolan explained, taping the preliminary bandages in place so he could utilize his hands again. The doctor pulled the IV stand over and grabbed a clean line and needle before looking for a vein.

"What's your blood type," Faolan asked, squinting slightly as he felt for the vein. "...and come to think of it, I dunno if I ever got your name. Apologies for that..." the doctor hummed as he placed the IV line.

[pardonthepoisoned]

From this ask: X

@medicinexmagic

“Well the bruises on your knuckles do indicate you returned fire but… gonna have to say he got you pretty good,” Faolan hummed, putting Dean’s hand down as he continued his examination.

“No broken fingers though… just broken glass, from the looks of it,” he explained before pulling out a flashlight and double checking. Yup. Definitely glass in there.

“Maybe you should duck next time someone throws a beer bottle. Or don’t get in a fight…” Faolan mused as he grabbed his hemostats.

Dean studied the doctor, looking down at his lap. “Uh… I didn’t… It wasn’t like I did it for fun,” he said softly. “I saw him slip a gal a roofie. I… I didn’t see any other way to do it. I don’t want to be that guy who sees it and doesn’t say anything, and… So I knocked the drink out of his hand. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt…”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan blinked at the other before grabbing the first piece of glass gently and removing it from the broken skin. “Well I hope you sent him to the ER then,” the doctor stated matter-of-factly. “And I hope he gets that awful nurse on third who never changes bedpans and smells like a dead cat,” he added, mouth quirking up in a crooked smile.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean looked at him and nodded, trying not to wince as he dug around inside his knuckles for the broken glass. “I… I talk tough, ya know? And I am sometimes. But I don’t jump for a fight. I don’t. I just… I just wanna do the right thing, and it sucks and it’s hard…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head with a little smile. “Dean you don’t have to justify anything to me. I’m sure you had good intentions…” Faolan explained as he switched to tweezers so he could remove small splinters.

“… Even if you didn’t, I’m still gonna clean you up all the same.” He added, dropping another shard in the surgical bowl. “Besides… never apologize for fighting for what is right. Kindness begs no apology.”

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean gently brushed at the drying blood on his jeans. “I just… Ya know. I’m used to having to explain myself…” He let out a long hiss, closing his eyes and pressing his head against the headrest, biting his lip the deeper Faolan had to dig. 

“I’m sorry… At least it’s not as much of a mess as having my chest split open, huh?” he tried to make a joke. It wasn’t really working, but he didn’t know what else to do. 

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head and smiled slightly. "Well no, it certainly isn't as bad as that," Faolan said, a laugh creeping into his voice. "I'm sorry about the pain by the way. I'd love to numb you up, but I have to ration my anesthetic... we don't get a lot," he confessed, trying be more careful as he pulled out another large piece.

"But I'll buy you a drink after, if that'll help," he added, shining his light on the wound to double check the location of the shards.

[pardonthepoisoned]

STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[medicinexmagic]

pardonthepoisoned:

medicinexmagic:

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

“You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat,” Faolan began, noting Dean’s stable vitals but low blood pressure. “So I’m not gonna judge you for what you tell me,” he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean’s chest.

“I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?” Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean’s chest hard.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean was too tired to lie, even if he felt like he should. He felt like a child, like the first time Dad had to take him to the hospital instead of fixing it at home. 

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered. “It was a… A werewolf… I must be losing my mind, but a werewolf dropped on me… I was out off the old highway, and I got blindsided… I’m sorry, I was being so stupid… He was a werewolf, I’m not crazy… He looked like a human and a wolf… I don’t know if he bit me, I was a little focused on his claws in my chest…”

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Yeah, that was the doctor thought. He hummed as he reached back, willing bandages into his hand before reapplying pressure and starting to wrap the wound.

"You don't have to be embarssed. I'm glad you told me, so now we can take precautions. 'M gonna give you an anti lycanthropy syrum just to be on the safe side, as well as regular boosters. You're gonna be fine," the doctor hummed, pulling the bandages tight over Dean's chest, before nudging him up slightly to get under his back.

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theweatherwitch:

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@theweatherwitch Most people would think that fae would be good at predicting the weather. Being part of nature, being able to feel the shift of the earth and all its natural forces…  weather should be as easy as anything. Fae were literally born full of natural magic. But for whatever reason, Faolan routinely found himself struggling with the weather. Always dressed for the wrong season, or forgetting his umbrella. That had been what happened this morning, as he took Cillian for a walk in the nearby park. And what had started as a lovely stroll had turned into the fae hiding under a bridge in a local park, jealously watching people stroll around with umbrellas. Cillian whined and looked to home. “Don’t give me that look Cillian, you forgot to remind me,” the doctor grumbled, wishing his fae powers gave him more control over shit like this. Sigh.

Ororo smiles and laughs as she walked through the same, letting the rain hit her. She hummed softly as she walked and saw a young man and his dog underneath a bridge. “Interesting…” Ororo chuckles softly and looks at the sky. The storm dissipates shortly after and winds circle around her, drying her. She walks towards the bridge, humming softly. A rainbow appeared and she smiles softly. “Hey! It stopped raining, you can come out now.” She yells, leaning over the bridges rails, looking down at them.

The sudden ceasing of patter on the shelter above him caused Faolan to cease his “argument” with Cillian about making a break for home. Huh. Just a minute ago it seemed the rain was ceaseless, pouring down in sheets that turned the whole park translucent. And now it was crystal clear. Seemed a bit… suspicious.  But the woman yelling at him from over the bridge distracted those thoughts. He smiled up at her and waved, whistling for Cillian as he moved out from under his shelter.  “S pretty wild weather today,” He remarked as he moved up to her, sweeping his wet hair out of his eyes. 

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Ororo chuckles softly and looks at him. “Agreed.. Ahh you got caught in the storm didn’t you?” She asked looking at him with a small smile. She gives him a towel from her bag. “I’m sorry about that, here you go.” She smiles at him and hums softly. “I wonder.. do you know where the new flower shop is? I’m new around here and don’t remember where it is.” She asked looking at him with a small smile.

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“You dun need to apologize,” Faolan said with a warm smile as he dried off his damp hair. “Unless you can control the weather, there’s not much to apologize for. But thanks for the towel,” he added as he handed the towel back.

“Oh and the flower shop, it’s pretty easy to get to from here. It’s not facing the park, but you’ll just head down Park st and take a left instead of crossing the street. It’ll be on the end. It’s in a weird spot, but uh… they have nice stuff,” he added, fidgeting with his still damp hair.

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Ororo chuckles softly and shakes her head. “Nope, I would love to though. You can keep the towel though.” She said smiling brightly at him. “Oh! Thank you so very much for that !” She said as she started to walk in the way he told her.

After a couple of minutes, Ororo arrives at the flower shop and smiles as she walks in. An old woman greets her. “It’s good to see you again, Jengu.. How is everyone?” Ororo asked looking at her with a bright smile and giving her a a hug. “It’s good, how was your trip?”

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"Oh, uh, thanks! And hope you find what you're looking for," Faolan answered, waving goodbye to the woman as she departed. He couldn't help the little smile that pulled at his mouth.

Cillian simply let out a huff.

"Oh come on, she seemed nice. Don't be that way," the fae scolded, shaking his head. "Come on, we should head back anyway. Properly dry off before we both look like poodles," he joked to the wolf dog. Cillian didn't look amused, but followed anyway as they headed back for home.

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pardonthepoisoned:

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“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

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Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

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Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

"You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat," Faolan began, noting Dean's stable vitals but low blood pressure. "So I'm not gonna judge you for what you tell me," he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean's chest.

"I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?" Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean's chest hard.

[zalord-dresden]

@medicinexmagic ask here

Harry didn’t really have an excuse as to why he wasn’t paying attention, he understood the materials being used quite well and even had them in his old lab at some point in his life. Except maybe the black liquid was awfully suspicious and he had had a dying need to know what it was. Yeah totally.

He blinked, finally looking down at Faolan and sniffed. “ Oh- sorry doc. “ The little nickname he’d given Fao always made him want to nibble on a carrot and put on the classic bugs bunny accent. “ You know I appreciate the help and all, right? Just a lot has been on my mind lately. “

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan sighed, a hand trailing through his black hair. "I know. You, me, an every one else. I've never had to administer so many doses of this stuff Dresden. S weird," he mused, staring at the milky substance in the vial.

"That stuff over there is plan B, if I can ever get it to work. Sort of like a vaccine against lycanthropy... an conceivably a defense against other kind of blood born magics," Faolan shrugged though, shaking his head slightly. "More wishful thinkin than actual results though."