#cannula

[icu-fetish]

Plague City SARS in Toronto (2005)

[prettytubedandwired]

one of my fav things in gear is this kind of cannulas in @digital02staff videos, forever sad i cant find them irl

[innerward]

[genuinehc]

Doing @mediwhumpmay because I fell out of the swing of writing and massively self indulgent whump is about my speed right now.

Fandom: Six of Crows, Modern AU, same universe as Modern Business

Prompt: Day 1: IV/Cannula

Tags/Warnings: medical whump, needles, IVs, haphephobia, surgery pre-op

“Your veins suck.”

Kaz bites back a tart retort as the nurse pokes up and down his arms and hands, looking for a likely candidate. Two other nurses tried and failed to sink a line and now this absolute *child* with blue hair and tattoos has come to give it a go.

Pre-op is bad enough without being insulted, but she’s not wrong.

At least she’s wearing gloves, a thin layer of nitrile between his skin and hers. And once someone manages to get the damn IV in, he’s been assured that he will be given medication to make this entire, awful affair marginally less stressful.

Half an hour ago, a pre-op nurse had smiled reassuringly and told him, “it will be like having a glass of whisky on an empty stomach.” Kaz shot back that he’d rather have the whisky, earning a wry chuckle.

Now, his eyes are screwed shut and he’s running through every breathing exercise Inej ever taught him just to push past the unexpected touches.

He can do this. He can absolutely do this. Can’t he?

He promised Inej, though, that he’d go through with it this time. And he’ll be damned if he goes back on his word. If it means being repeatedly stabbed, being rendered unconscious, having someone he’s barely met cut into him, and enduring months of recovery, so be it.

Even if it means being stabbed by a child who crows with satisfaction as she finally, *finally* finds a viable vein halfway up his right forearm, just below the place where his crow tattoo perches on the cup.

The needle slides in after a pinch and Kaz sighs with relief even as a smattering of applause around his bed forces him to look up and find they’ve attracted an audience. Kaz scowls as the girl cedes her spot to a nurse who takes over the rest of the IV insertion and the audience dissipates.

“I didn’t come here to be a sideshow attraction,” he snarls to an entirely unperturbed nurse who is hanging a bag of saline somewhere behind Kaz’s head.

“I should apologize- if we have to call in the professional, she comes with a fan club.”

“Professional? She looks like she’s fourteen,” Kaz leans back in the bed against flat pillows in papery covers and picks at the hospital gown.

Inej isn’t here to point out what he and Jesper and their whole little gang of misfits and criminals were doing when they were fourteen. Kaz resolutely ignores his imagination supplying her disapproving moue while the pre-op nurse chuckles.

“I don’t think she’s that much younger than you are. You should be feeling a little less on edge by now, although it will take another few minutes to really feel the effects. How do you feel?”

Kaz nearly snaps that he doesn’t feel at all different, then realizes that the nurse must have taken off his gloves and is touching Kaz’s bare wrist with fingers dry from dozens of washes every day. The papery skin doesn’t invoke the rising water.

He stares at the nurse’s hand for a moment, jaw working, before nodding curtly.

“I’m fine. Let’s get on with it.”

[aquatic-batt]

here’s my team of ridiculously named Pokémon that I might make a story for idk

[faofinn]

Day 1 IV / Cannula

@mediwhumpmay

"Fred, sit still."

"Nope. Can't do this shit. I'll just wait."

Steve pushed him gently back onto the bed. "Yeah, that's not happening. Sit down, sit still, and I'll be done quicker. I know you don't like it, but you got yourself hurt, and you won't go anywhere to get it looked at."

"How am I meant to walk in to the ED and explain the fucking gunshot, Steve?"

"You don't, not without questions. Come on, I just need this tiny, tiny cannula in, and then you'll be having a great time." Steve coaxed.

"Fine. Fine, just be quick." He sat back, offering his hand. "Just do it."

Steve hummed. It was the fifth time in as many attempts that Fred had said it, and he was far from impressed. It did make him laugh, though. The most up-and-coming crime boss in London beyond terrified of needles.

"Right, sharp scratch."

Fred tried, but his anxiety won out, and he jerked away. "Sorry, I can't do it."

Steve shook his head,unclipping the tourniquet. "Fred, I can't do anything if you're not gonna help me. You know what we need? A proper clinic space, not just a bed and a shitty light. Get some proper equipment in too, make life easier."

"Mm, maybe. We'd need to get more people in to help."

"Finn’s doing better, he wanted to get involved in all of this." Steve murmured, setting up again. "I'd happily get him sorted."

"I'd worry too much for him to be involved in all of it." Fred shifted to get comfortable. 

"Yeah, but surely it would be better to get him involved this way,behind the scenes, than having him out there with a gun."

"That's true. Sheila would have a fit if she knew we were talking about it, though."

"Major crime boss and still terrified of his wife." Steve teased.

"Of course I am. You would be too if you had to share a bed with her."

Steve hummed, having found his vein. "I've shared a house, that was enough."

"It was nice when you stayed, especially when we were just getting used to Finn's…condition."

"I'm glad I could help out. He's doing amazingly well at the moment."

"Yeah, I'm really prou-Ow!" Fred frowned at Steve, instinctively having looked at the needle. "Fuck you."

Fred's swearing hadn't exactly been English, but Steve felt it. He held the cannula to secure it as he dropped the bed, Fred dead to the world. He laughed quietly to himself as he finished up, discarding the sharp and flushing. It seemed to work well, and he was happy enough with the placement to continue with it. Knowing Fred all too well, he decided to wrap it, and was part way through the bandage when Fred groaned at him. 

"Oh, hi sleepyhead."

"Fuck you." 

That had been more English, and Steve grinned. "Welcome back. It's in and working, the hard part's over."

Fred hummed, cracking an eye to look at Steve. "I feel like shit."

"You're gonna feel even worse when I get this ket into you, so we need happy thoughts before then.

"Happy thoughts?! You just stabbed me."

Steve laughed. "You know, I see where Finn gets his dramatics from."

"That's Sheila, not me." He grinned. "It's definitely not my fault."

"Oh, of course not, my bad."

[hurt-comfort-cache]

general hospital june 1 - 10

chase’s parents visit him in the hospital and he begins to feel like his old self, just as dr. finn is able to offer him a cure. instead, however, the cure makes him worsen and seize.

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[phleb0tomist]

intraosseous / cannula in the bone