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[starfoam]

[zoexhawkins]

The day that everything changed. A self-para about Zoe Hawkins on June 1, 2026.

This self-para contains graphic imagery that might be triggering. There are scenes of gunfire, hospital imagery, injury imagery, and violence. @wyattxwheeler and @dakotawhawkins are mentioned.

Every shift came with risks and dangers, but that was something that came with the job. One where Zoe upheld the oath she took to protect Kismet Harbor and its citizens. Relying upon her training in both college and the academy, she had been able to de-escalate situations and save others. For the most part she had a good track record, earning a few commendations over the years.

On a ride with a new recruit and Wyatt, Zoe drove to the location they heard over their radios, some jewelry store whose alarm was activated. A simple breaking and entering came over the airwaves to which Zoe responded. They weren't far off the scene anyway so she told dispatch she could handle it. As they arrived at the scene it looked quiet enough, a door fully open and the front window smashed in, the alarm blaring. Drawing her weapon, along with Wyatt and the recruit, they announced their presence and stepped inside. It was eerily quiet despite the blaring of the alarm, no customers or workers screaming or readily apparent. But as she locked eyes with Wyatt and the recruit, they heard footsteps and she motioned she'd take the lead. Calling out, “police hands up,” the burglar turned around and shot at them, everyone ducking out of the way. After the exchanging of gunfire, he was apprehended but not before she felt a searing pain in her side. “I've been hit,” was the last thing she remembered before everything went dark.

By the time she woke up, she was in the ER, doctors and nurses ready at work, a sonogram being done on her to see inside her. She was barely coherent and faintly heard their words, “no free fluid, but wait… Is that a baby?” She heard the doctor say, though she couldn't pipe up to say it wasn't possible, due to hatever pain meds she was on, which had a stronghold against her. She slipped out of consciousness once again. An alarm blaring, a strobe light flashing, a loud bang, and then nothingness.

The last part causing her to jolt awake gasping for air, blue eyes blinked before the realization set in. Desperately looking around, her side burned and ached, her hand gently touching it and feeling a bandage beneath a scratchy gown. As her vision became clearer, she could see a figure in the chair, Dakota, one she'd know anywhere even as he was fast asleep. “Dakota,” she said hoarsely trying to wake him, just as the doctor entered the room. “Ah you're awake,” she said warmly, as she took her stethoscope to check on Zoe’s chest, “I hear congratulations are in order. In addition to surviving that nasty injury, you're pregnant. Looks like that baby is gonna be one hell of a fighter. Just like their momma.”

[fortitudina]

ghostsandmirrors asked: one muse tends to the other’s injury (bucky and anastasiya? 👀 I was imagining bucky tending but it's up to you)

ADRENALINE COURSED THROUGH the body quickly, going into shock. blood blooming from the wound on her shoulder in a rapid flow. It had been a long time since Anastasiya had taken a bullet, and now all those memories of her time in H.E.A.V.E.N surged to the forefront of her mind. She'd only been a young agent when she'd received her first wound from a point-forty-five caliber. This was a little more extreme, however.

She was supposed to be free from the mess of that place, supposed to be living a peaceful life. Getting a sniper round to her collar, however, was far from it. Now, she lay on the ground, her body beginning to shake slightly from the shock while she tried her best to control her breathing. Her blood had slowly begun to pool out beneath her ~ a through-and-through, at least ~ She had not expected anyone to come to her aid so quickly, but within a blink ( perhaps it was more a closing of the eyes for several moments ) Bucky was there.

She had not wanted him to find her in a position like this. She knew of his past as much as he did hers. They were two peas in a pod on that level. Both of them shared similar trauma, and she knew that a gunshot wound would not help his memories from getting triggered. " Нет, нет... нет... Баки... " Her hand lifted, painted red from where she'd instinctively put it against her wound, attempting to reach for him, to hold on to him, but she was fighting a battle she knew that she was losing as she continued to lose blood. Her lips muttered incoherently, her eyes growing heavy. She knew that in moments, her consciousness would be lost. " Buc...ky... " Her hand slowly began to fall down his arm, breaths growing more and more laboured. " Я не хочу умирать "

@ghostsandmirrors 100 INDULGENT TROPES / ACCEPTING

[storiesfabled]

"I'm not lying to you, Meagan. Your mom is going to be fine. It wasn't as bad as it sounds." Not as bad as it was when Lou had had his throat slashed anyway, that was for sure. Still, a bullet wound was a bullet wound and he knew that Meagan was likely worried about Elaine and her safety. "She's going to be fine. Just needs some stitches and likely some rest for a few days. I just wanted to warn you about what happened before you went to see her because there was quite a lot of blood and I didn't want you freaking out when you saw her."

@thinkitsforever asked: you don't have to lie to me.

[smoogieboogie]

I saw gunshot wounds today, whoa!

[connorchrxnicles]

(🦾) Sarah has nerve damage in her upper left arm from where the ‘liquid metal’ Terminator impaled her straight through the limb.

Although it was properly treated (by herself, because she had enough medical knowledge on how to care for it, at least), it still gives her trouble sometimes. It will ache and cause weakness in the shoulder area and gives out when overused, much to Sarah’s frustration.

She also has a scar on her left lower thigh from being shot by the same Terminator, but this one doesn’t give her trouble.

Additionally, there will always be mental scars.

Sarah still occasionally has nightmares involving the city being destroyed, like the second movie showed briefly, or, more commonly, of John being violently killed in various ways by the second film’s enemy Terminator.

Might add to this when I’m not so tired later on… but here’s my headcanon for the night. :)

[fantasywritten]

@retriibutions asked: " that's a lot of blood. " / dexter to doakes

“Yeah, NO FUCKING SHIT, Morgan,” Doakes growled, rage mixing with the searing pain in his shoulder. He’d been SHOT by the motherfucking suspect; the other officers were chasing him now, but Doakes was on the ground, palm pressed to his throbbing shoulder, teeth gritted and bared. And god dammit, he KNEW he was losing blood, which might be making him delirious, but the way Dexter was looking at the blood, the way he was hardly even REACTING…

“Get me some help, you… you fuckin’ PSYCHO.”

[fantasywritten]

@imprvdente (continued from here)

Un-FUCKING-believable.

“You GUESS?” Strahm’s voice was furious, fists clenching at his sides, nails digging sharply into his palms as he tried to control his rage. “You fucking GUESS you got shot? How many times do I have to tell you to be more CAREFUL?!?”

And then, she doubled over, and Strahm reacted instinctively, grabbing her by the shoulders before she could stumble too far off-balance.

“Okay… okay.” It was almost like a cliché, how quickly his tone changed from pissed off to concerned. One hand left her shoulder, going to his belt, pulling out his radio. “This is Agent Strahm. Agent Monet’s been shot. SEND BACKUP NOW.”

With his other hand, he kept a firm grip on his shoulder, looking into her eyes. “Look at me. Just keep looking at me, okay? Keep your hand there. You’re gonna be okay.”