#almost fainting

[capturedpain]

The Listener 4x13

Toby almost faints when he tries to leave the hospital early after being shot, and his friend Oz manages to stop him.

Not him saying "I'm fine."' right before he almost faints!

[faofinn]

Stitches - Whumptober Day 9 (Alt. 4)

@whumptober2020

Sheila had warned Fao, again and again to behave, to not be stupid. And yet, somehow, they’d ended up in A&E. Again. She often wondered if Fao was actually the more mature one, if the ten year age gap between the two brothers meant anything, or if the two of them were just as mad as each other.

Then again, if the amount of times she’d ended up there with her husband were anything to go against, they were all daft. They were all daft and she was stuck in the middle of them all, trying to control the chaos. With a sigh, she wrapped her arm around Fao.

“Are you warm enough?”

It had at least been a genuine fuck up this time. Of all the times he'd ended up in A&E from something that he ought to know better for, at least this time had just been a mistake. He'd been trying to put his laundry away, and the cat had gotten under his feet (he was perpetually hungry and in need of attention). He'd tripped and smacked himself on his bedside table on the way down. Now he was bleeding with a pounding headache and a blooming black eye. And he had placement next week. 

“‘m fine. Just bored.”

"Are you sure? You've only got a hoodie on."

“It's not even cold.”

"You're not exactly the best judge of it right now."

“Irish blood. Don't get cold.”

She huffed. "Irish blood my arse. There won't be much left of it in you, it's all over the bloody carpet."

“There wasn't that much. Seen more.”

"Yeah, normally from you." 

He groaned. “It’s the cat's fault.”

"It's always the cat's fault."

“Wouldn't have tripped if he hadn't been begging for food.” Fao grumbled, leaning against her. “This headache is killing me.”

"You wouldn't have tripped if you'd been watching where you were going." She told him gently, no heat behind her words. "I'm sure it won't be too much longer now."

“Am I still bleedin’?”

She hummed, pulling away to look at him. "It's coming through the bandage a bit.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Typical.”

"Tell me about it." She pulled him closer. "You and your brother...take after each other in too many ways."

“Finn takes after Fred.”

"You're all as bad as each other."

“Mm. Finn wins though.”

"Only because of his big accident." She murmured. "And if we're not counting yours before you came to us."

“That doesn't count. Wasn't an accident.”

"No. And if I ever met him, that wouldn't be an accident either."

“Don't want you in prison.”

"They wouldn't catch me. Be too fast for them."

“Still.” Fao insisted. They called him through then, and he swayed as he got to his feet. 

"Hey, hey." Sheila wrapped her arm tighter around his waist. "Careful. No more falling over."

“Was just a tiny bit dizzy.” He protested. 

"Sit then. I'll get a wheelchair."

“No. It's fine, gone now. I can walk.”

She gripped tighter. "You're having one on the way back."

“Nah, I'm fine.”

"We'll see what they say. Fred and I have bets on whether you'll need stitches this time."

“Rude.”

"Maybe if you'd stop falling over the cat, we wouldn't have to."

“Maybe the cat should stop tripping me up. Should have stayed in my flat.” He grumbled, though he soon made it through and sat down somewhat heavily.

"Fao, hi again. What have you been up to this time?"

Fao glanced down at his lap. “Tripped over the cat, cut myself on the table.”

"It's always your cat, isn't it? Wasn't your brother in with a cat related injury last week?"

“Probably.”

"You just hit your head? Or did you hurt somewhere else too?"

“My arm feels a little bruised but nothing broken.”

"We'll have a look at that to be on the safe side. Can I check your head? How are you feeling?"

“Tired.” Fao said, but nodded. “A little dizzy? A lot dizzy. And I have a headache.”

He nodded. “A lot dizzy? You must have hit your head pretty hard. Did you knock yourself out?”

“Maybe?”

“Any pain along here?”

Fao winced. “Yeah.”

“Sorry kid.” He murmured. “I’m gonna have to take this lovely bandage off and have a proper look, yeah?”

“Go for it.”

“Was it mum who put this on? She did a great job.” He laughed quietly. “I guess she’s had a lot of practice with you.”

“We've got her well trained.”

"I bet." He smiled, finishing his examination. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're going to need some stitches there."

“I figured as much.”

"I swear he's going for stitches on every body part." Sheila muttered, reaching for Fao's hand.

“‘M not that bad.” Fao protested.

"He is." She replied with a gentle squeeze. 

"I'm sure most teenage boys are the same, always getting into scrapes."

“I’m 21.” He grumbled.

"University student though. All the same."

“I'm still blaming the cat.”

"I'm sure it was." 

He sighed. “I've got placement next week. I'm going to look a state.”

"Oh, placement? What are you doing?"

“I'm a third year medic.”

"You'll know all about this, then."

“Yeah.”

"We'll give you it and you can stitch yourself up, eh?"

Fao snorted. “Think I'll leave you to it.”

"He'd stitch the wrong side of his head." Sheila teased gently. 

"We'd best do it then. You can do the next one." He laughed. "I'll just get the numbing stuff sorted and then we'll crack on, yeah?"

“Sure. Where do you want me? I don’t know what’s easiest for you…”

"We'll get you on the bed and make sure you're comfortable. There'll be a few sharp scratches which won't be too comfortable, but it means that we'll be able to do the stitches nice and easily."

Fao shrugged. “Whatever’s easiest.”

"We need you to be as comfortable as possible."

“Okay.” He said, awkwardly getting to his feet.

"You alright? You're not going to faint on me, are you?"

“I, uh…” Fao swayed, reaching out panickedly for Sheila. 

She grabbed his hoodie, slipping her other arm under his. "Yeah, don't count on it."

"All right. Why don't we sit back down? We don't want to cause any more damage."

“‘m fine.”

"We can make it to the bed." Sheila muttered, trying to help Fao. "At least then we won't have to get up again."

The bed wasn't far, and Fao felt somewhat better now he could lean on Sheila. He sat down heavily, gripping the edge of the bed tightly. 

“You alright, kid?”

“Yeah.” Fao breathed after a minute, now the dizziness had subsided. “Yeah, ‘m fine.” He settled back on the bed slowly, glancing at Sheila.

“Really?” Sheila asked softly, moving to hold his hand in hers. 

“Just stood up too fast, got a bit dizzy. I’m alright now.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately.”

“Because I smacked my head into a table.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not just today. You used to do it when you lived with us.”

Fao shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is when you pass out.” She shook her head. “You know that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t always pass out. I think my blood pressure is just low. No big deal.”

“You need to make a doctors appointment.” 

“Alright, Fao. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Fao said, closing his eyes.

Sheila tightened her grip on his hand, turning away. She wasn’t going to watch it if she could help it.

“Okay, sharp scratch then, Fao. Try and stay as still as possible for me.”

Fao hummed, breathing slowly as he waited for the sting of the needle.

He was quick and deft with the needle, numbing the area. “You’re doing really well.”

It stung, and Fao’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t move. He knew better than to move. He exhaled slowly once it was done, still not daring to open his eyes.

“There we go, just give that a few minutes to work.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“How are you feeling? Dizzy? Sick?”

“No worse than before.”

“That’s good. Keep breathing.”

“Yeah, I plan on it.”

He laughed. "Always good to do that."

“Yeah, I do my best.”

"Alrighty. Can you feel me touching along here?"

“No.”

"Great. We're gonna get started then. You grab your mum's hand, eh? Try not to break it though."

"You better not." Sheila laughed weakly. "Quite like that hand."

Fao took Sheila’s hand, squeezing gently. He wasn’t particularly bothered by the stitches, but it was nice to have a little bit of comfort. 

"Try and stay as still as possible, okay? If you need to stop, just raise your hand."

Fao hummed, not wanting to move to talk. He was happy to stay still as they stitched, staring up at the ceiling.

"You're doing really well, Fao. We're nearly done."

Sheila didn't raise her head but offered Fao a small smile. "Nearly done and we can get out of here."

He hummed again, squeezed her hand in response. It wasn't painful, but it was fairly uncomfortable. His teeth bothered his bottom lip, just wanting it to be over. 

"Normally when I'd try and bribe Finn to behave with a treat, but I don't think we should be encouraging this with positive reinforcement." She tried to joke. "Sure we could make an exception though."

Fao shot her a dirty look, a crooked smile on his lips. He couldn't really protest, but his look was bad enough.

"What do you think?" She tried to distract him. 

“I'll be happy with a cup of tea on the sofa.” He said quietly.

“You know Finn won’t let you get away with just that.”

“I'll be smothered.”

“When aren’t you?”

“When ‘m at uni.”

She smiled sadly. "He still sleeps in your bed."

“I miss him.” Fao murmured. “I don’t like leaving him.”

A few moments later, the doctor pulled back. “Okay Fao, we are all done.”

Fao sighed. “Thanks.”

“How are you feeling?”

He shrugged. “Just want to go home.”

They let him home a little later, with some concussion advice and instructions to come back if things got worse. He was tired and his head was still pounding, he was just desperate to get home and curl up on the sofa.

[chronicallyjeepsy]

Feeling of Fainting

On my way to my doctor's follow up appointment this morning, I had that feeling as if I was about to pass out. It was very similar to the feeling I get when doctors put me out for surgeries. The scariest part about this was that I was still driving when I was having the feeling. My body felt weird, my head had slight pressure, and I was having issues focusing but aware of my body.

Thankfully I made it to the parking lot of my doctor's office without any issues. I arrived early, but I sat in the car making sure I was okay before standing. This isn't the first time I've had this feeling, and I had it happen two other times while I was driving. The two worse times I had it was in my bedroom when I stood up, and when I was driving. Both of those times my vision did go black for a split second.

I didn't mention anything about it to my doctor because I'm trying to space out my doctor bills as much as possible. And also because every test so far has been normal.

So far day, I've been struggling with lack of focus, extreme fatigue, and headaches/head pressure.

[mystic-muses]

@bystcrdust answered (+)

Moving in to try and steady him, the teenager offers a small grin. “Easy there, just... Lean on me, okay? Don’t go too fast.” She’s starting to guide him to sit, and once she’s satisfied that he’s rested up against something solid, the Vengess takes a seat next to him to begin riffling around in her drawer. 

“Do you need a snack? Water? Anything? If you need me to run and get something, I will.” 

Atticus’ head spins and the room along with it. He wraps an arm around Ava’s shoulders as she guides him to sit down, extremely grateful for her presence right now. “Uh, yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a hand against his head as he curls in on himself, hoping the ground would stop moving. As if on queue, his phone starts beeping urgently and he glares toward it. That was supposed to happen before he felt like this.

He motions toward his bag, also the source of the beeping. “I need that.” He suddenly remembered he was running low on snacks, but he did have glucose tabs. They tasted vile - like flavored chalk, a taste he was not fond of - but they were better than nothing. “And maybe a not diet-soda? There’s, ah, a couple dollars in the front pocket you can use.”

[soul-wanderer]

I shouldn't have such panic attacks right now. And I definitely need to remember how to breathe. I will get through this. I will. Sorry, I need to reassure myself sometimes.

[angelshizuka]

Alright, now it's really starting to get annoying.

I fell down a total of 4 times now and I hurt my knee in the progress.

I'm really wondering what the hell is wrong with me, it's not like I've eaten /that/ little today, so I don't think that could be the reason.