#hosptial

[the-past-is-forgotten-yo]

Still in the hospital, hair is wild, and was just crying. Can I go home now?

[frogpopsicle]

𝔐𝔯. ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔯 (𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰) - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟓

Character/Relationship: Eric|TheDooo (Video Blogging RPF)/McNasty (Video Blogging RFP), Matt|BlargMyShnoople (Video Blogging RPF), Dallas Young|Soup (Video Blogging RPF)

Summary: “So- Let me get this right. I just stopped breathing and you thought shaking me was the best idea?” Dooo says with a laugh. McNasty chuckles in embarrassment. He's so stupid.

Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Comfort at some point, Undiagnosed condition, Sleep Apnea, Sick fic, Sleep Deprivation, Depression, Anxiety, Embarrassment, Fainting, Hospitalization, Gay, Criminally Gay,

We're Getting Somewhere. Here we are again for another go around at GoonsPC Angst with a little bit of Eric/Eric. Word Count; 2086, Chapters; 1/4, English

[dailyscottficrec]

Scottuary Fic Recs Day 8: Hospital

The hospital is one of the iconic sets in Beacon Hills. Here is one fic that explores Scott's potential relationship with the hospital.

helping hands by idc_chan

Rating: Gen Pairing: Gen (Scott and Alan) Words: 413 Author summary: written for this prompt: Holidays in the hospital + Scott & Deaton & Melissa? Reasons to love the fic: A short and sweet scene from before canon, featuring Dr. Deaton as Santa Claus, and Scott helping him hand out gifts to the kids in the hospital. today's rec written by @rangerlexi (🥺💞)

Be sure to show the authors some love! These recs are to bring hype and inspiration for this year's Scottuary! Join in on all the fun here!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A YouTuber I watch was caught in a horrible accident that burned most of his face. While he was in the hospital, he asked the plastic surgeons to give him ten mouths and two noses, so he could talk ten times as much and never have to stop to breathe.

[superidiotsimulator]

they're putting colors in the estrogen now. the tgirls are changing colors. ,savannah green ......

[xiao-zhen]

Sorry again for those wondering where I've been! (I will answer any questions given)

Warnings ⚠️ : mentions of abusive

As I've mentioned before, due to physical abusive family circumstances, I left where I lived before, and last week was in that process of moving.

And now i've been in the hospital for several days taking care of my mother. So I've been staying in the hospital with her (so far, it's been three days)

For those who have undergone abuse or are going through it. Trust me when you're able to get away from a situation, take it. I'm 18 and it's the best thing to do.

[jeenasikhohiimshospitallucknow]

HIIMS - The Best Wellness & Ayurveda Hospital in Lucknow ,HiiMS is a renowned Ayurvedic hospital in Lucknow, primarily known for its inf.Get

[heyidkyay]

About you |

A/N: Hey, back with something very short but figured it could be a good place to start another series or fic… not sure though, but here you go!:) Inspired by The 1975’s About you.

Summary: After a tragic accident, you’re left with nothing to cling onto. Life becomes a struggle when you have no recollection of anything, or anyone…

Warnings: tiny mentions of trauma, fire, injury

—

And there was something about you that now I can't remember

It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender

And I'll miss you on a train, I'll miss you in the mornin'

I never know what to think about

I think about you

—

(Flashback)

It was blinding.

My eyes were open, I could feel how wide they must have been. But I could see nothing. It was like staring into a bottomless void. A pit of emptiness.

Only, I could still hear the screams. The shouting. Calls of warning, pleads for help.

The smell of sulphur was overwhelming, and it only grew. Burning bright and sharp. I could feel the flames of it licking at my skin, singing my hair. Burning.

We were burning.

It was so hot. The heat it engulfed me. Terrified me, down to my core.

And I could hear the sirens wail. Loud and obnoxious in the distance. Far away but so, so near.

If felt like they were taunting me.

So I cried. Sobbed. And then I could hear his voice too. Soft, even in this darkness.

I called out for him. Again and again.

But nothing.

I was stuck.

Trapped.

My chest hurt. My head throbbed.

I couldn’t breathe.

Why couldn’t I breathe?

—

Most mornings started the same.

I’d stir, eyes fluttering as sleep slowly left me, giving way to a new day. I’d inhale, curl inwards or stretch. But then I’d stop short. I’d pause.

Because that feeling would come again.

That strange feeling that seemed to linger through the rest of the day and carry me into the night, only leaving me some small amount of peace when my eyes grew tired and finally allowed me some release.

The feeling that would settle somewhere deep inside me and hollow out my chest.

This morning was the same. Of course.

The bed beside me was cold again.

The pillows there, unruffled.

My fingers reached out, pale, splayed against the stark sheet I couldn’t remember buying. But, like usual, the touch only fed that turmoil.

My brow would pinch and then I’d have to fight my body to get up, to pull away, to begin anew.

Because that’s what life was like now.

Everything was new.

Because since I’d woken up in that hospital bed all those weeks ago, I felt like my entire life had been stolen from me.

I recognised nothing. No one.

Not my mum. My brother. My best friend.

Not even, him.

He who haunted my every waking hour, and drifted throughout my hazy dreams.

I could see his face everywhere though. Vaguely. Sometimes I’d linger on it. Focus. Try to recall. To remember… something.

But it was of little use.

My memories only continued to evade me.

—

The underground was a maze within itself, yes. But that fact always felt so much truer when you were faced with the after work rush.

The period where everyone was in a hurry to get home, to see friends, family. Christ, even feed their pets.

Me?

I was the anomaly, I supposed.

I had nothing and no one waiting for me when I got home.

No tea on the table. No smell of burning candles, or a linger of aftershave when I walked through the door. It was just me. And that empty silence.

I sighed, rocking slightly as the rails diverted. Willing my eyes to close so that I didn't have to focus on how sad my life suddenly seemed since the accident.

But my mind betrayed me, allowing my thoughts to wander from behind my closed lids.

Because, what if-

What if this was how it had always been?

Back when I could remember the door number to my mum's house. Or the name of my brother's dogs.

Back when it didn't hurt to recall the fleeting memories that would surface whenever I traipsed around a certain street corner, or lingered by a bakery.

What if my life had always been this... sad?

I hadn't seen much of anyone these last few weeks.

In truth, I'd gotten scared when the doctors had told me about the damage which had been done to my head.

I'd ended up pushing them all away. Though some had stayed, he had, for a while. Until I'd grown too much to bare, I supposed.

Because I was alone again now.

Not that I could blame any of them. One thing I'd realised since waking up was that I was as stubborn as they came, and had the temper to match if I chose.

So they'd all gifted me some distance. The kind I’d screamed for. Though, my mum and brother still checked in regularly, texts and calls, the odd visit whenever I felt too tired to deny them.

They always made things so much worse though, those visits.

Because the same question would always come up and I couldn't stand to watch the heartbreak on their faces whenever I parroted the same answer back to them.

"No. I don't remember."

Memories were funny things though. If you really thought about it.

They make up so much of you. Of your life and the people around you. They give you that strength to continue on.

Without them, it's like you were a lost shell.

An empty vessel. Merely waiting.

Only, you don't know what you were really waiting for.

Because I'd honestly given up by this point. On waiting, I meant.

Waiting for that day to come. For the match to finally spark the fuse.

"It could happen, any day." They'd told me whilst I’d gazed emptily out that window. "Anything could trigger it."

But then my heart would always sink. Because there was the harsh reality of it. Always.

"But you could be waiting a while. Worst case- they never return."

I'd been to therapy, of course. First thing they'd recommended as soon as I'd been well enough to leave the hospital actually.

But I'd put it off, only reluctantly tried when my mum had all but begged. And it hadn't helped much.

At all, honestly.

But it had made her happy. Calmed her woes. So I'd kept it up... at least for awhile.

The train jerked then and I made a sharp inhale, opening my eyes to watch most of the commuters step off onto the busy platform. Eyes lingering as a few more stepped on.

I was about to look away, let my head lull back as the beeping began, but there was a small commotion and I blinked as a man suddenly bounded through the closing doors.

He huffed, watching on, whilst he caught his breath, as the train doors finally closed. Then as the carriage jerked again, setting off, he pivoted with an amused, almost proud, grin, which only seemed to falter when my eyes met his.