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“ONE DEAD, FOUR INJURED,” Montreal Star. June 26, 1931. Page 3. ---- Omer Bourret, (lower left) above was killed, his wife (lower right), received severe facial injuries, his son Omerille (centre) received a dislocated shoulder, his daughter Marie (upper right) received injuries, and a friend Albert Nault (upper left) was hurt, when a car driven by Omer Bourret turned over in a ditch near Napierville last night. The party. was on its way to visit friends in Rhode Island.

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Whumptober 2020 No. 13 — Breathe In Breathe Out

Masterlist Word count: ~930 Universe: Breath of the Wild Pairings: Zelink Rating: T Themes: Character death, blood loss, fatal injuries Read on ao3

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Blatchery Plains is a sea of fire and lights, crippled guardians spewing sparks and smoke foundering in the chaos like so many shipwrecks run aground. The sky pulses red and murky and thick in time with his heartbeat. Red, like the beam of a guardian’s laser about to shred through his body again. Like the blood spilling out of him that he has long since given up trying to stem.

Breathe in.

His lungs fill with embers and smoke as her fingers alight on his shoulders. He’s on one knee, brought low by enemies that just won’t stop coming, by the holes in his body where he ripped shrapnel from himself or where a guardian’s beam ran him through, and he leans on his sword sunk into the ground so he won’t fall farther. Her touch is too soft, too insubstantial, like she’s fading away, or he is.

Breathe out.

She begs him to save himself, tells him to run. He doesn’t have the energy to laugh at her. He could more easily rip his own heart out of his chest, leave it sputtering on the battlefield, and walk away than he could bring himself leave her. Running would be pointless, anyway.

He knows he’s already dead. He can feel it.

He can feel it in the way his vision crowds darker the longer he tries to stand, in the way his heart pounds so hard he thinks it might burst and leaves him feeling weak and wasted when he bleeds out. He doesn’t fixate on it. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, except for her.

He can feel the tremors in the earth, vibrating up his sword and through his arm, and he knows they’re about to be discovered. He knows more of them are coming.

Breathe in.

He heaves himself to his feet, swallowing a cry as every charred nerve and fractured bone screams in protest, and stumbles back. He almost has to plunge the sword down again to keep from falling over. But he finds his footing somehow, manages to square his good shoulder forward and keep the tip of his blade airborne in spite of the way lifting it sends pain shooting up behind his eyes. His other arm is crushed beyond use. He thinks his spine might be, too.

It’s a little difficult not to dwell on the absurdity of his being able to stand at all.

A guardian crests the boulder that had shielded them from the other sentries and fixes them in its sights, advancing with heavy, frantic, skittering steps. It’s tainted a lambent, cloying pink, so bright and so close he can smell the malice. His vision constricts and dances in triplicate, so he’s not sure if he’s facing one guardian or three. It tramples the smoking hulls of the machines that had come before it, planting its massive claws like anchors as it rears up and charges the firing mechanism. The beam is red and narrow, whirring and climbing in cadence as it sears into his head.

Breathe out.

He’s too broken to mount an offense. So he holds his ground. He puts himself between the Calamity and the princess, making his body her shield. The light is blinding, but he stares it down. That’s right. Keep your sights on me. He can’t see her at his back, but he can feel her, giving him the strength to will himself alive when his body should’ve given out long ago. But she isn’t running, and that alone makes him want to double over and empty his stomach in the grass, because in a matter of seconds she’s going to be alone with that thing, and there will be nothing he can do to protect her then.

And then she’s in front of him, screaming, pushing him away, facing the guardian in his stead, and she’s glowing.

Breathe in.

Divine power is ebbing off her in waves. She’s radiant. She’s breathtaking. For a single, suspended moment, the light swells brighter, and then it’s bursting out of her and engulfing the field. It’s warm and soft as it floods over him, purging the malice from everything it touches. It must be what being touched by a goddess feels like.

He can’t take his eyes off her, hypnotized as the light casts her in full silhouette. She’s fearless, and powerful, and untouchable. She’s every bit the goddess she was always meant to be. And he can’t help but think she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

When the light fades the guardian trembles, and then the corruption is leaving it with a ghostly scream. Malice is lifting in plumes of smoke all across Blatchery Plain like so many spirits ascending. The machines deactivate and collapse. And he feels a bizarre mingling of peace and horror—as the world flickers out, as he feels himself falling—as he realizes she doesn’t need him anymore.

Then she’s holding him, and her voice is sweet, and perfect, and sounding much too far away. He finds her eyes as he labors through the last of it, trying to take in as much of her as he can as the dark crowds around her. Using the last ounces of strength he has left to keep his eyes open, to keep them focused. Because he wants her to be the last thing he sees.

He takes solace in the fact that she’s safe. In the fact that he fought long enough to see her come into her power.

In the fact that he protected her right down to his dying breath.

Breathe out.

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Racing in the UK is the second biggest spectator sport behind football and a £3.5bn industry. There are around 14,000 racehorses across 550 licensed training yards and another 3,500 people employed within the breeding sector. Figures for last year from the British Horseracing Authority (BHA) show there were 86 fatal injuries in jump races from 25,188 runners at a rate of 0.34%. “It breaks your heart and there have been times where I've lost horses in my career and it really makes you question whether this is the game for you after all," said former jockey Lizzie Kelly.

Frank Keogh, ‘Gordon Elliott: What now for racing and trainer after dead horse photo?’, BBC

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Whump Prompt #1508

As he lay there in the mud, rain pelting his face and washing away the blood and ash, he couldn't help but smile. 

The job was done, and he could finally rest. 

Voices called his name as his vision darkened around the edges. Except they shouldn't have been - he told the team to run hours ago, just as he was gearing up to enter the base for his final fight. 

However, when warm hands clamped around (what should have been) his fatal stomach wound, and another pair of hands carded through his hair and gently patted at his face to get him to open his eyes, his smile remained. 

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@maolesen: 1-4 This is really interesting data and worth a breakdown. This is all fatal injuries by month in the US. I've split it into pre-

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"WHERE TWELVE LIVES WERE LOST - The shattered fragments of the Waterdown-Hamilton bus are seen as they lay upon the steel front of the fast C.N.R. locomotive which sliced into the big vehicle at the Aldershot crossing last night. Three bodies were removed from the wreckage on the prow of the engine." - from the Hamilton Spectator. September 11, 1943. Page 7.

"SCENES OF WRECKAGE AFTER LOCOMOTIVE STRUCK BUS - The photograph at top shows the rear portion of the Ill-fated bus which was struck with terrific impact in last night's level crossing tragedy at Aldershot crossing. This portion of the bus, the rear rolled ahead of the locomotive for a distance of 200 and then thrown into deep gully to the the right of the main line. Remains of the victims were strewn along the right-of-way as the bus tumbled along. In the lower photograph is a view of the right front side of the locomotive. A twisted mass of wreckage is seen clinging to the cylinder heads of the locomotive and to the high front fittings on the boiler. The front portion of the bus was jammed on the left front side of the locomotive."

- from the Hamilton Spectator. September 11, 1943. Page 11.

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"Un témoin a affirmé qu'il a vu McGurk frapper Hector Tremblay," Le Soleil. October 22, 1942. Page 3 & 18. ---- Paul-Emile Fitzback, employé de l'Hôtel Brochu, dit au procès des marins Twynham et McGurk qu'il a vu McGurk frapper Hector Tremblay - Le Dr Rosario Fontaine déclare qu'il est impossible que Tremblay ait succombé à un coup de poing. --- Transquestionné par Me Antoine Rivard, C. R., le Dr Rosario Fontalne, médecin légiste, de Montréal, qui a témoigné hier après-midi dans la cause de Maurice Twynham et Robert-Douglas McGurk qui subissent présentement leur procès aux assises criminelles devant l'hon. juge Lucien Cannon, a déclaré qu'il était impossible qu'Hector Tremblay eût succombé à des fractures causées soit par un coup de poing soit par un instrument quelconque.

Paul-Emile Fitzback, qui a suivi le Dr Fontaine dans la boite aux té-moins, a dit, de son côté, en réponse à une question de Me Eugène Marquis, C. R., procureur de la Couronne, qu'il avait entendu "un bruit lorsque McGurk frappa Tremblaysur la tête avec son poing".

A la reprise du procès, Mile Rose Tanguay, qui était employée au restaurant de M. Yvon Pelletier, le soir où Tremblay et Twynham s'y rencontrèrent, a complété son témoignage. On a aussi entendu M. Ulric Molsan, entrepreneur de pompes funèbres.

Mile Rose Tanguay Me Marquis: Il a été question d'un autre matelot que vous auriez vu avant le soir du 20 juin?

-Oul - Ce matelot, l'aviez-vous vu plusieurs fois avant ce soir-là? - Plusieurs fois. - Le reconnaîtriez-vous bien si vous le voyiez? - Oui. Pas plus tard que ce midi je l'ai aperçu sur la rue St-Jean. - Est-il bien différent de Twynham? - Oul. Dr Rosario Fontaine Me Marquis: - Dans le cours du mois de juin, avez-vous été demandé pour faire l'autopsie du corps, d'Hector Tremblay? -Oui. - Quei a été le résultat de votre autopsie? - Il s'agissait d'un homme bien constitué, mesurant 5 pieds et 4 pouces et. pesant environ 135 livres. J'al remarqué deux petites éraflures à l'intérieur des chevilles, trois érosions au coude gauche, deux érosions au coudre droit, deux petites blessures à l'intérieur de la lèvre intérieure, une érosion à la lèvre supérieure, une ecchymose au biceps gauche et un peu de sang séché dans l'oreille droite. A l'intérieur du cuir chevelu j'ai remarqué deux hémorragies. En somme, j'en suis venu à conclure que la mort de cet homme était due à de multiples fractures du châne, à des hémorragies et à des contusions cérébrales, causées par une chute car autrement, le cuir chevelu aurait été blessé.

Me Drouin: - De quel côté avez- vous remarqué la fracture? - Du côté droit, au-dessus de l'oreille droite? - Ce serait, avez-vous dit, le résultat d'une chute? - Oul. -Si je comprends bien, vous avez procédé à un examen complet? -Oui. - En tombant de sa hauteur sur une surface dure un homme peut se fracturer le crane? - Oui. Le juge: Vous avez parlé de fractures multiples ? Que devons-nous conclure? - Un seul coup (ou contact avec une surface dure) peut déterminer plusieurs fractures. D'ailleurs cet homme a eu le crâne fracturé précisément à l'endroit où celui-ci est le plus mince. Me Marquis: Est-ce que ces deux hémorragies proviennent nécessairement de la même cause? -Oui. L'une est due au choc direct, l'autre au contre-coup. Je dols ajouter que, même si l'homme n'avait pas reçu de coup, l'hémorragie aurait eu la même apparence, pour cette raison que l'hémorragie provenant de la fracture aurait couvert l'autre.

Me Rivard: - Les deux hémorragies peuvent avoir été causées par le même choc qui a produit le contre-coup? - Non seulement elles peuvent avoir été causées par le même choc, c'est précisément ce qui s'est produit. - Vous n'avez pas constaté à l'extérieur du cuir chevelu des ecchymoses vous indiquant qu'un coup aurait été porté avec un instrument quelconque? - Non. - Vous n'avez pas trouvé sur le corps d'Hector Tremblay des marques indiquant qu'il aurait été frappé violemment par un coup de poing ouun instrument? - Non.

Me Marquis: Même s'il n'y avait pas de traces, peut-on croire à la possibilité de coups? - Oui. - Dans le cas présent, s'agit-il d'une chute violente? -Oui. Me Rivard: - Mais, docteur, un homme peut s'infliger une fracture du crâne simplement en tombant de sa hauteur? - Oul. Ulric Moisan On a posé au témin quelques questions concernant l'arrivée du corps de Tremblay à la morgue. Paul-Emile Fitzback Me Marquis: - Vous êtes commis dans un hôtel de la basse ville où vous travailliez pendant le mois de juin? - Oui. - Un soir de juin, vous avez vu quelque chose? - Oui. - Vous étiez avec M. Lucien Brochu? - Oui. - Rendus au coin de la rue St-Paul, qu'avez-vous fait? - Nous avons pris la rue St-Paul en direction de l'ouest. - Qu'avez-vous vu alors? - Il y avait quatre marins, trois d'un côté de la rue et l'autre du côté du Sun Trust? - Ce marin, était-il seul? - Non, il était en compagnie d'un civil. - Ce marin qui a traverse la rue, le voyez-vous ici dans la Cour? - Oui. C'est McGurk, le grand blond. (Le témoin montre l'accusé du doigt). - Où êtes-vous allés, Brochu et vous? - Nous avons continué sur la rue St-Paul. - Que s'est-il passé alors? - McGurk a levé le poing sur Tremblay et il a frappé. - Savez-vous s'il a réellement frappé Tremblay, s'il l'a touché? - Oui. - Qu'est-il arrivé ? - Les pieds lui ont plié et il est tombé sur le dos. -Qu'ont fait les deux marins? - Ils se sont penchés sur lui et l'un des deux a fouillé ses poches d'en avant et d'en arrière. - Lequel? - Je ne puis pas dire. - Lorsque le grand blond a traversé la rue, il y avait deux autres marins sur le coin? -Oui. - Qu'ont-ils fait? - Ils se sont sauvés lorsque McGurk a frappé Tremblay. - Vers où se dirigeaient-ils? - Ils ont pris la rue Dalhousie pour se diriger vers le bassin. - Lorsque les assaillants eurent fouillé Tremblay, qu'ont-ils fait? - Ils se sont sauvés par la rue St-Paul pour gagner la rue Dalhousie. - A quelle distance étiez-vous des marins qui ont assailli Tremblay? - 18 ou 20 pieds. - Etiez-vous loin de la lumière lorsque McGurk s'est arrété? - Non. - Avez-vous remarqué la figure de celui qui était avec Tremblay avant l'assaut? - Non. - Sa taille? - Il était plus petit que McGurk. - Lorsque McGurk a frappé Tremblay, avez-vous entendu du bruit? -Oui. - Ce bruit, vous l'avez entendu au moment même où McGurk frappait Tremblay? - Oul. La Cour a été ajournée à ce matin.