#drastic measures

[mintsformich]

So anyway what had happened was, I had to yeet us both out the helicopter cause he really had lost his damn mind.

[thatsbelievable]

[icaruss-fall]

I have chronic migraines (like multiple days in a row or multiple times a week for the last 5 years)

My neurologist just changed me medication but CVS hasn’t filled it yet and they won’t have it for a few days I went to sleep with a bad migraine and woke up with an even worse one

It’s one of those migraines that makes you so tense so your back and neck tense up which only makes your migraine worse so it’s been growing all day

I got in the car to run an errand and got 5 mins from my house then got so dizzy I thought I was gonna throw up so I turned tf around and just got home

On my way home I was thinking of ANYTHING that could stop this like any crazy remedy it has to end now. My thought process went like this:

I feel like someone is stabbing me -> I need to stab myself somewhere else -> no self harm is bad too bad I can’t stab myself -> wait it’s not self harm if I pay someone else to do it !! -> ok lmk to my piercer

Idek if this is logical my brain feels like it is on fire and melting out my ears I just need to stop it and this is worth a try I’m at the end of my rope

I will update you on if it works or not

[fidgetspringer]

Teaching myself how to cast in silver to finish a significant project that's due in a week.

It's fine.

[bamsara]

Lmaoo what if Narinder was the one to suggest they both take the crown and they both forgot the talk after the deed so they can't remembhdueyegevhshdhddhhdhdhdhhdhd

I have great/terrible news for you: Narinder def had a decision to make concerning the crown's power that he and the lamb cannot remember but it is so much worse than that

[faofinn]

No. 25 "You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave."

Storm | Buried Alive | "They're not breathing!" 

Part 1 | Part 2

Fao had gotten to the point where he was happy enough with the packing, that the bleeding was at least slightly under control. He’d managed to bag painkillers and enough kit to start an IV, and he quickly set about getting access. “You’ll have to forgive me for this one mate, it’s been a while.” The lighting was shit, too, but Fao had always been decent at getting a vein, and managed to get a cannula in, feeling quite proud of himself. He needed more hands, though. He gave the morphine, scrawled the dose and time on Jamie’s arm with the pen he was glad he had in his pocket, and went back to the wound. 

Jamie was beyond glad for the pain relief, the morphine threatening to pull him under. He didn't fight it as much, allowing the haze to take over as he drifted. 

“That’s it.” He murmured, trying desperately to sort the bleeding. Where was Harrison? He should’ve been back by now.  

Things were rapidly hurtling towards the point of no return. Fao knew that as much as Jamie did. At least with the pain relief on board he felt less bad trying to get on top of the bleeding now Jamie was more out of it than not. With Harrison nowhere to be seen, probably injured or worse, Fao had to push on. The half broken obs machine he’d managed to get his hands on alarmed at him, progressively getting more and more frustrated, but as Fao watched his blood pressure sink even more, he knew he had to do something. The packing just wasn’t doing enough, he need to find the source before Jamie bled out on him, and Fao owed him far too much to let that happen. 

Rummaging around in the supplies he’d gathered, he found more packing materials, and thankfully a scalpel. He didn’t get any response from Jamie when he spoke to him, though he was still breathing, and he said a prayer to a god he’d never believed in before he made the incision. 

“Fuck it.” He muttered to himself. “They’re not delivering a fucking perfect body to the grave, not on my watch.” 

With better visibility, he could at least pack more widely, try and see what was causing all the fuss. Jamie’s breathing was shit, but he was still breathing, and that was good enough for Fao. He had no blood, nothing to transfuse, and he could barely see anything, but he had to do something. He couldn’t just leave him, couldn’t stand idly by. There were other patients, other staff too, but Fao owed Jamie an awful lot, and he wasn’t about to walk away. “Come on Jamie, don’t give up on me now. I’m not giving up on you.”

After what felt like hours, scrabbling about to find something to fix, Fao finally found the stubborn vessel that was causing the bulk of the bleeding, and managed to tie it off. It wasn’t a definitive solution, anything but, but it was what they had. By that point, he’d managed to find someone to help him, and they’d got a bag of fluids, though they had nothing to hang it off, so Fao was stood holding it, blood everywhere, hand tight around it to try and get just that little bit more volume in. It was a hail mary, but the world had completely fallen apart. There was nothing else to do but hail marys.

[thebongomediaempire]

[theblackestofsuns]

“Drastic Measures”

Maggie The Mechanic (2007)

Jaime Hernandez

Fantagraphics Books