#(accident) cw

[someone-elsa]

(part 2 of 4)

🔙 Chapter beginning ⬅ Part 1 • Part 3 ➡ 📝 About the story and characters

"Oh fuck," Kody muttered when they saw the house.   Most of the house was fine apart from light smoke damage but Kody and Alex's apartment was barely recognisable.

First responders (most of whom were Kody's friends or acquittances) hurried around, trying to save everything they could. Kody felt worse every second.

"Hey, I've got this," Adrián said. "You check with the fire captain that Alex is safe."   "Thanks. I'll be right with you," Kody said and walked to the fire trucks.

"Kody!"   The man wearing fire captain's hat called for him.   "Hi, Mairo," Kody said to his old friend.

"That's Captain Simkin for you," Mairo grinned.   "How long have you been a captain?"   "A year or so."

"Congrats," Kody said. "But seriously, I'm looking for someone who lives here…"   "Sure. Name?"   "Alex Wesley. He's my husband."

"Husband? Do you mean…"   Kody nodded sadly. "That is my place burning."

"What? Really? Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. We are doing all we can but it doesn't look good… Anyway, your husband, yes. He was found lying in the corridor, unconscious. The paramedics were able to wake him up and his vitals were good considering the situation but he was taken for further examination to… SSU. They suspected mild carbon monoxide poisoning and he's been given oxygen. You know he's in good care. And not in any danger."   "Thank Watcher!"

"I'm so sorry about your home. If there's anything I can do to help…"   "I'll let you know. See you around!"

Mairo was created by @bakersimmer <3

[bunpiece]

after everything, salvia throws herself into her work. she works overtime whenever she can, and she stops going out less. it's hard to trust anyone anymore, with the way her heart hurts. day in and day out, she remains in her space, cutting through every piece of wood she can muster before her body gives out. she is much more reclusive, and her eyes have a much more dull appearance. she is quiet as she helps with the rebuilding of the main offices, helping cut some more support beams. one of the logs is broken, and sal doesn't notice until she cuts into it and it immediately splinters. she winces immediately as some wood digs into her skin. "shit," she winces, tears in her eyes as she feels the blood start to drip down her arm.

certainly they're all looking at her, and sal can't take it. she hides her face as tears fill her eyes, her wounded arm outstretched, aching. she weeps openly as she stands there, until she hears someone call out for @treasureofthesea. shit, she doesn't want paulie to see her like this. she tries to wipe away the tears, grimacing as she looks over the wound. she goes to grab one of the bigger pieces...

[saltycoughdrop]

Some sketches of how I want the story to go for Grease!AU

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Harrow gets into a road accident and loses bits of her memory and has her estranged child hood friend as an emergency contact, from there rekindling of what they once had and harrow piecing together what happened to them

[knight-intraining]

GOD I love when characters react to trauma by trying to change the narrative. Like in Hereditary when the brother just goes home after accidentally killing his sister. Because people don't just go home after accidents. They call their parents or the police, they don't just go home. If he just goes home then it's like nothing happened

It's just so good!!

[worstpersonyouknow]

LOCATION: high society party.

TYPE OF CONNECTION: someone he went to high school with that knew bella. could have been a friend of his or hers, an ex of his or hers, someone he’s been hooking up with recently, someone who hates him... anything. go nuts. F/M/NB.

SCENARIO: zeke’s been keeping to himself since, a few months ago, an accident resulted in his girlfriend falling from a balcony in a hotel room they shared after a party. this is the first event he’s shown up at and people aren’t happy, as many are suspicious of him.

zeke held an ice pack against his cheekbone, cigarette dangling between his lips as he sat on a bench at the entrance of the garden maze. the sound of footsteps on the stone path prompted him to glance up and he shrugged. “you here to get a shot in?” zeke asked. “my left eye isn’t throbbing yet. it’d be nice to make them even.”

[theamazingchickenman]

@gunshotbird

Don't worry, I got the bleeding under control. Gonna have a wicked forehead scar, tho.

[captainjonnitkessler]

Today at work a coworker and I were unloading a scissor lift that came in an upright position. We were trying to get it to lie flat so we could get it through the door when it slipped and landed on my coworker’s leg, essentially snapping it in half. 

I called 911 and honestly surprised myself with how calm and confident I managed to be. I got the relevant information while dialing, conveyed it to the operator, sent someone out to direct the ambulance, called my boss, and made sure my coworker had anything he might need for the hospital trip. But after that there was nothing to do but wait - you can’t really do first aid for a broken leg. This poor dude was on the floor in absolute agony and all I could do was sit there and watch in case he went into shock. It felt horrible.

(This was, however, infinitely more valuable than the people who wandered over to see what was going on and then hung out offering their medical opinions or telling him he was fucked. I can’t believe I have to say this but please don’t do this, if you can’t help in an emergency either clear out or at least shut up while you wait.)

Anyway there’s not a point to me writing this I’m just like. Processing. I feel horrible that it happened, relieved that it didn’t happen to *me*, guilty that I let him mess with the lift’s lowering mechanism instead of checking the instructions first thing, guilty that I’m hanging out at home planning my weekend while he’s in the hospital looking at months of recovery, anxious about work repercussions (my boss assured me it was an accident and nobody is looking to place blame but you know, anxiety), anxious about the accident in general (it happened so quickly and I know my job is dangerous but I didn’t really want a first-hand demonstration), anxious about how much worse it could have been . . . 

god I have the worst fucking headache right now

[valorousowl]

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