#broken legs

[whatgoeswhumpinthenight]

Ah the beauty of a battered Whumpee with broken calves having to uselessly drag them about and sit in dainty poses as to not aggravate them, truly a beauty that deserves to be immortalized.

[imfemalewarrior]

Hi, I’m a 21 year old woman and I’m training to become a US Navy SEAL. How should a woman prepare for BUD/S (US Navy SEAL training)? How are women treated in BUD/S? Do you have any advice for preparation? SEAL candidates have to run 40-70 miles per week on sand in SEAL training, run 4 miles in 30 minutes every week, carry boats/logs, do rucking, swim 2 miles in 75 minutes weekly, etc.

According to what some BUD/S dropouts told me, one female SEAL candidate broke her legs in Basic Orientation (BO) which is the first three weeks of BUD/S, another female SEAL candidate broke her legs in BUD/S Prep and a third female SEAL candidate got rolled back in BO for stress fractures. None of them made it.

In November 2021, a woman made it to first phase of BUD/S for the first time in history but she quit on day one after the first hour.

I think you should look at the requirements and then start to work your way up to meeting them incrementally.

For example, start by walking a quarter mile, running a quarter mile, then walking a quarter mile on sand. Same with the swimming requirements.

I would also talk to recruiters about it as you can ask them more specific questions and for advice.

Does anyone following this blog know more about Navy SEAL training?

-FemaleWarrior, she/they

[findingthe-balance]

This sweet guys name is Cannoli he is 11 months old. And 5 days ago took a dive off the front porch but didn’t stick the landing. It was pretty traumatic for everyone. Ended up getting a fracture repair in both front legs which cost $8000. We couldn’t imagine life without this guy, but that is a big chunk of change. Anyone interested helping out with the cost we will super appreciate it and send you dog pics daily!

Help cannoli get plates in his legs, organized by Casey White

Hello my name is Casey, yesterday my sweet 11 month old Italian greyhound Cannoli too… Casey White needs your support for Help cannoli get

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Oooooohhh

For bad things happen bingo, could I request 'dragging themself along the ground' for an injured and sick male Supervillain, and him being found by a female hero who saves him despite being an enemy?

Yes I can!

Muddy Rain

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: intense descriptions of injuries, broken bones (ribs, legs, collarbone), implied concussion, fever, intense descriptions of vomit, left in a ditch, drugged with painkillers (morphine), headaches, delirium, loss of consciousness, mentions of death, mentions of starvation and dehydration, past torture, IVs, needles

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Supervillain pulled himself forward once again, dragging his back legs with him, through the thick, black mud. He cried silently, tears mixing with the dirt and blood on his face.

He knew, without anything, not even a mere puddle that he was in bad shape. He could feel the lathering vomit and spit draining from his mouth and onto the front of his ripped up shirt. Mucus and blood from his nose seeped into that same mouth and irritated his cut up lips. He also had a sickening sensation of something sticky running down the side of his face. With his pounding headache, he confirmed that sometime during his torture- most likely one of the recent sessions- his head was smacked.

He wondered briefly if he blacked out at all. Was he ever given that luxury? He didn't know nor remembered.

The rest of his body felt like he was ran over by a semi. He vividly remembered both his legs being broken, that was one of the first pains he received. He also knew that a sledgehammer shattered mutiple ribs and his collarbone.

But the individuality of each injury didn't matter; no, it was the following pain that did.

Supervillain cried as he pulled himself along. He left arm was too weak from exertion, starvation, dehydration, and all that gunk, but his right arm had the broken clavicle.

He couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed on the ground, blackness swarming his vision as he lost consciousness.

He came to, or thought he did. The raging fever was making everything hazy and disoriented. He slowly and shakily brought himself to his arm, pulling himself a couple more feet before he keeled over again.

On the ground, he watched the headlights push through the pouring rain. Weakly, he raised a hand for help, but logic told that no one could see him.

Defeated, he laid his hand down. His head lolled in the mud. Vaguely, he realized he was in a ditch- right where his captors discarded him earlier, right when the rain had started.

He let a couple more tears slip from his eyes before once again trying to move. But the sudden movement sent a dizzying rush through his head and he nearly tumbled over again. But he dug his fingers into the cold ground and held fast, though the cars on the highway sent a nauseating feeling of vertigo through his being.

He didn't possess the strength to lurch forward and vomit, so he endured the painful stomach convulsions and allowed the puke to stream out of his mouth. He sucked in his stomach in an attempt to atleast keep it away from his shirt, but the effort was too momental and used too much precious energy. The majority of the vomit fell on his chest.

He sighed and tried to step foward. He prevailed, broken and bent legs painfully going over a rock. He cried out hoarsely, looking at the headlights once again. How he wanted just one of them to pull over and gather him in warm arms so he could sleep peacefully without a care in the world.

He shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine. He would get hyperthermia soon, pass out, then die. Atleast it would be painless.

His arms supporting him gave out and he crumbled to the ground. How many times has he fallen over? How many times has his body pleaded with his will to give up? Countless.

"Help," he murmured weakly, though it was in vain. If the cars couldn't see him, then how could someone hear him in the pounding rain.

But, a delirious mindset made him to it- a faux hope that someone, anyone, would save him before he died. Blackness coated his already dimmed and blurred vision, threatening to take hold again. Smiling, barely lifting his lips, he closed his eyes, only for them to shoot open with a loud, blasting noise.

He slowly, blinked his eyes open, dizzy with a headache, and looked at the scene above him. A car, a car, was pullled over, headlights shining directly on his soaked body. He lifted his head, but it swayed mid-air, so he dropped it into the mud again.

A humanoid shape sauntered over to him, holding a light. It pierced his eyes, sending an aching throb to his head, but he kept them open, desperate to see his savior.

"Sir? Are you okay?" The person was a girl, nervous voice elevated in pitch. Supervillain didn't reply. Unconsciousness was already trying to pull him under again.

"Do I need to call an ambulance? Oh gosh, you have a bone popping out of your leg. Yes, ambulance. Where's my phone..."

"No!" Supervillain exclaimed, lurching forward, hand extented weakly. "Please, don't," he begged, voice quivering.

"Oh my gosh. Supervillain?" The person asked, she crouched down to get a better look at his face. Supervillain let his head flop downwards, hoping it counted as a nod.

His eyes fluttered shut, blackness encassing him. The last thing he heard before he fully lost consciousness was, "Supervillain, hey bud. Stay with me. Oh my gosh stay with me, please."

Supervillain woke up screaming in pain. Everything hurt from his head to his legs and everything in between. He thrashed his head around, completely unaware of the new surroundings.

"Stop!" He cried, shrieking. To him, his world was a mass fury of agony and memories of torture. He rolled to his side during this outburst, wailing even louder when he jostled his collarbone.

"Help!" He screamed, pounding his fists into the ground. No this was soft- mattress.

He was being tortured in bed, he realized trying to pull away from his fantasy.

"Hey, hey."

Words.

Supervillain screamed again as he tried to shrink away from them. His captors always spoke to him.

Hands grabbed at his biceps, thrusting him flush against the bed. He whimpered, ducking his chin into his chest to dodge the inevitable backhanded slap.

"You need to stay still, buddy, okay? The morphine isn't working," the words spoke again. Supervillain sniffled, feeling an uncomfortable rattle in his chest. He wheezed, throat suddenly itchy.

One hand trailed down to his elbow. Suddenly, he was very aware of the small discomfort in it. A needle and bandages.

Soon, he heard a click and a cool sensation flooded his veins. He groaned, blinking open his eyes, and looked down at his elbow. Through his blurry vision, he could just make out a white wrap around his elbow and a line leading to a bag hanging from a metal stand.

He stiffened as another wave of pain hit.

"I know," the voice said. "Painkillers aren't working."

But they are, Supervillain thought as his eyelids drooped. They didn't take away his pain, but gave him this almost overwhelming sense of euphoria as he slowly drifted off.

"Yeah, bud, you rest," the voice said. A hand ruffled through his hair, then everything faded into nothingness.

But, before he truly passed out, a single thought infiltrated his drugged mind,

The voice sounded like Hero's.

[graphicmedicalstuff]

A Herdeira Ep.26 https://tvi.iol.pt/videosmaisvistos/duarte-fica-em-coma/59f1094f0cf2717e1221bb12

[yjk-imagines]

Luck (Jaina Solo x Zekk)

a request from the lovely @rai-knightshade. it is really so nice to have someone to fangirl over Jaina and Zekk with now. divider by @djarrex. gif by @princes-jasmine. (neither of you have to read this i promise i just needed to make sure i gave credit)

“Jaina!” Jacen felt it a moment before Zekk saw Jaina fall.

She landed in the middle of the dock as the blaster bolts grew closer, curling in a fetal position. Zekk leaped out from behind the decommissioned GNK droid, creating a beautiful arc with his sizzling orange lightsaber that deflected the lasers into the scorched metal rigging.

Zekk could feel Jaina's pain flooding the Force, along with the anger and rage of the smugglers they were chasing. This group had managed to steal an ancient Jedi holocron from an unsuspecting scavenger on Coruscant, and the Zekk and his friends had been sent to intercept them before they could make their sale on the black market.

Tenel Ka had the lead, as always, and Jacen was right behind her. Lowie had been bringing up the rear, but with a wookie bellow he leaped overhead, shielding Zekk and Jaina with his golden blade.

Lowie bellowed, and Zekk mentally translated before Em-Teedee could pipe up. He dragged Jaina behind the GNK with him, cradling her head as he reached for her injured leg. Lowie barked an approval, pressing forward with the others. 

Blasterfire shot by their hiding place. Zekk jerked his arm to shield Jaina, and she grunted in pain.

“Sorry, sorry,” Zekk apologized hastily. Her foot was definitely not supposed to bend in that direction.

He made a split-hair decision and activated his wrist-comm with his nose so that he could keep a good hold on Jaina. “Keep on them, guys, I’m taking Jaina back to the Lightning Rod.”

“Roger!” Jacen replied.

“Oh no, no you’re not,” Jaina pushed Zekk back and grabbed her lightsaber again, “I can still-” She attempted to push herself up onto her feet, but her leg gave way and she fell over Zekk’s shoulder. The others were blocking most of the laserfire, giving him an escape path. 

Jaina grunted as he ran, slamming her fists against his back. "Put me down you overgrown tree!" She shouted.

Zekk ran faster as a blaster bolt landed by his foot, "I mean if you have any better ideas for getting you to the ship when you can't walk we can always discuss them in a committee."

"I AM NOT A COMMITTEE!" Jaina gave an unladylike screech as they left the firefight behind. Zekk called on the force to help him run , trying to remember the route back to the hangar where they left his ship.

He felt Jaina fold her arms in an attempt to pout. “We’re in concourse C, hangar forty-nine.”

Zekk silently thanked her, and moments later he was opening his ship’s ramp and willing it to go faster.

“You can put me down, you know?”

“What, like you’re gonna get yourself up the ramp without any support?” Zekk smirked, and she elbowed him in the ribs. 

Once safely on board, Zekk set Jaina in the bunk and hurried to the cockpit to start the takeoff cycle. They needed to be able to make a quick getaway once Jacen and the others got the holocron. 

A loud clanging noise from the hold tore him from the cockpit. Jaina had fallen out of the bunk, attempted to walk, and promptly tripped over Zekk’s toolkit.

“Jaina!” Zekk tried to settle her into a sitting position on the cot, and she huffed.

“Just because I hurt my leg doesn’t mean I can’t help,” She pouted. Zekk began to search his greasy excuse of a ship for the medkit. 

“You’re right, it doesn’t mean you can’t help, but it does mean that you need to rest and not agitate your leg.”

“It’s not that bad-” she insisted.

Zekk tore the medkit out from under the pile of robes and pointed at her foot, “It’s twisted ninety degrees to the right and you can’t put any weight on it,” He declared sharply.

Jaina frowned, but said nothing. 

Zekk tried to remember the force healing lessons from Tionne as he prepared to splint Jaina’s leg. He couldn’t ignore the small whisper of “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” that escaped her breath as he gently eased her boot off. If it was going to heal correctly, it needed to be rotated back into position. 

“Well, Doctor Zekk?” Jaina folded her arms crossly again.

Zekk sighed, “This is gonna hurt.”

She groaned, “I hate you.”

“I know.” He nodded, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

Reluctantly, Jaina unfolded her arms to place both hands on Zekk’s boney shoulders. She took a deep breath, trying to shake out all the tension in her muscles.

“You ready?” Zekk asked. Before she could not, he quickly turned her foot into the proper position. Jaina took a deep breath to mitigate the pain, and she gripped his shoulders so tightly Zekk imagined she might rip them from his neck.

He gently massaged her ankle, trying to ensure that the bones were aligned properly before he wrapped it up. She could get proper treatment at the Temple’s medical bay once they got back, but Zekk didn’t want to make the Med-Droid’s job any more difficult than it had to be.

Once Jaina’s breathing had calmed down and her grip on his shoulders had eased up, Zekk took the extendable splints, measuring them to her leg and her foot, holding them into place with ribbons of yellowed gauze. No sooner had he tied the bandage into place, than his comm began to go off.

Jaina accepted it before he could free his hands.

“What’s up?”

“Hey guys! It’s Jacen. Um, what hangar are we in again?”

“Concourse C, Hangar forty-nine!” Jaina and Zekk exclaimed together.

A minute later, Lowie was co-piloting for Zekk, and the ramp just barely closed on Jacen’s heels as the smugglers caught up with them. Jaina rolled her eyes as Jacen proudly presented their coveted treasure.

“I wonder what’s in here…” He murmured, attempting to twist the corners of the glowing blue cube to activate it.

With a tug of the force, Tenel Ka yanked it from his hand. 

“Master Skywalker specifically requested that we refrain from activating the holocron until he is present,” She reminded them.

“Yeah, but Jaina and I are both Skywalkers, so that counts for something, right?”

Tenel Ka raised one eyebrow at her boyfriend.

“You’re also Solos, which gives you the worst luck in the galaxy,” Zekk said. Lowie chortled in amusement.

Before Jacen or Jaina could make further argument, the alarms warning of approaching ships blared, and Tenel Ka slipped the holocron in the velvet-lined container Master Skywalker had given them for such purposes. Zekk and Lowie made the jump to hyperspace, and relief flooded the force. Despite injuries and getting lost, and the Lightning Rod’s constant rattling, they had made it out alive.

Now all that was left was the adrenaline-fueled, anxiety-inducing eight hours until they made it back to Yavin IV.

Lowie sat in the cockpit, tinkering with Em-Teedee, and Tenel Ka insisted that Jacen’s snoring wasn’t bothering her meditation, so Zekk went back to check on Jaina. 

Jacen had her bundled up in one of the light blankets like a doll, and she didn’t have the energy to toss them aside.

“How’s the leg?” Zekk grinned, leaning over the bunk.

“It’s fine,” she shrugged, “I feel loads better.”

“Uh-huh…” Zekk slowly nodded. “Did you eat your rations earlier?”

“Most of them,” Jaina pointed to the plate of Jacen’s latest concoction from the food processors, “I got real thirsty.”

“Lemme get you-”

“No!” Jaina sat up quickly, and her volume made Zekk jump, watching her curiously.

“I, I mean, I can get it myself-” Before she could toss aside the blankets, Zekk gave her a gentle push back into the bunk.

“No,” he said firmly, “I can get you water. It’s no problem.” 

Jaina slumped back against the mattress, and Zekk tapped the water purifier a couple times to get it working.

"You don't have to do stuff for me," a small voice muttered.

Zekk's ponytail swung around to smack his face as he spun to look at Jaina.

She lay on her side, tracing patterns into the fabric of the cot mattress.

"Your leg is broken. Of course I'm going to help you do stuff."

"I can get myself a glass of water." Jaina's hand stubbornly curled into a fist.

Zekk turned his whole body to face her, a cup of water in his hand.

"Can you?" He hummed in amusement.

Jaina lifted her head to glare at him.

"You said you can do it yourself. Come on, I dare you."

Her lips tightened into a frown, and she tossed the blanket to the side, revealing the splint strapped to her leg.

Zekk smirked as she swung her good leg over the side of the bed, struggling to pull the splint after it. He even kicked one of the crates of parts out of the way to make it easier for her.

Jaina grabbed the hanging net that held larger weaponry to pull herself to her feet. She stepped forward on her bad foot, and Zekk resisted the instinctive urge to stop her, even as the Force cried out in pain.

Jaina was good at hiding what she was feeling, but she still bit her lip at the pain.

Zekk raised one eyebrow. Jaina refused to look at him, her face slowly turning red as her breaths deepened.

It was like swinging from branch to branch in the trees back on Yavin. She could do this. She grabbed onto two loops, hanging on for dear life, pitifully hopping forward. She flushed darker, painfully aware of Zekk's eyes carefully watching her.

Zekk's smug satisfaction was slowly becoming concern as Jaina stubbornly crossed half the distance between them, determined to prove her independence. She'd even forgotten the use of the Force in the process.

Her foot knocked against the crate, and as the air was ripped from her lungs, she let go of the net and fell.

Zekk dropped the cup of water in order to catch her. He knelt on the floor with a tangled heap of Jaina in his lap. Her face was hidden in his greasy flight vest in embarrassment.

"Come on," Zekk whispered, his hands tucked under her arms, "Needing help doesn't make you weak, and it doesn't make me think any less of you. I promise."

Jaina nodded against his chest, as if she had known all along.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

Zekk kissed the top of her head, "I love you, you scruffy-looking nerf herder."

"Yeah right," Jaina tugged on his vest, "You're the scruffy one."

Zekk pulled Jaina to her feet and ruffled her hair, pulled out a bit of leather to tie it back from her face.

"Repeat after me: I am a strong, independent woman."

"I am a strong, independent woman."

"But I need to take a nap."

"Kriff no."

Without warning, Zekk wrapped one arm firmly around Jaina's back and the other behind her legs, sweeping her up into his arms.

"You stupid tree!" Jaina sputtered up the same insult from earlier. Zekk ignored her, gently laying her on the bed. He lifted up the covers, and slipped in beside her. Before Jaina could register what was happening, Zekk had his arms around her chest, pulling her face to face with him.

"Jaina, go to sleep."

Jaina's jaw snapped shut before she could catch flies. Zekk's hand cradled the back of her head, tucking it beneath his chin.

"I can still take you," she insisted

"Yeah you can," He agreed, "Goodnight Jaina."

"Good night," she mumbled. She rested her cheek against his chest, listening to the distant thump of his heartbeat. As she focused on its rhythm, the throbbing in her leg began to fade away.

[heartlesslywhumping]

Whump Prompt #362

The whumpee must serve food on broken legs. 

If they spill a crumb, a drop, or stop smiling, their friend will be punished

[galtx]

GALTx eNews: Calling All Guardian Angels!

A few weeks ago, we wrote about the increasing membership in our injured leg club. We thought our Injured Reserve foster home and budget were tapped then. Now we're up to 13 hounds in our program currently recovering from leg injuries. Alvin, Jacket, Jude, Naomi, Nutmeg, Atlas, BooBoo, Jake, Ramen, Slim and Hank all recently joined us as retiring racers with race related injuries. Vern and Penny both suffered leg injuries as strays. Leg injuries typically cost between $3,500 to $4,500 in vet bills to repair, with complications often adding up to much more. We anticipate that this line up will cost GALT tens of thousands of dollars. If you have recently donated to help our injured leg club out, we send our sincere thanks. But we have to ask again for more help. Indeed, we need Blazer's Guardian Angels to come to the rescue! 

A few months after losing their first grey, Blazer, Cher and Chip Imrie started Blazer's Guardian Angels -- a special program whereby donors cover all of the medical expenses required to get an Injured Reserve hound fully healthy and available for adoption. They decided that Blazer would be the "guardian angel" for Victoria, and they hoped that he would inspire others to sponsor additional GALT greys. We know that covering the vet bills for an injured leg hound is a big ask. But maybe it can become more achievable for you as a family project or as a group effort involving several friends or coworkers with a common love of dogs. Perhaps someone special in your life is celebrating a major milestone like a 50th wedding anniversary or 100th birthday and you need a big way to recognize them that makes a lasting difference. However you get there, the rewards of your creativity in finding a way to be a hound's guardian angel will be greytly rewarded when you see your hound find its forever home and join a loving family. Contact Susie McQuade at [email protected] or Barbara Christian at [email protected] today to start your journey.