#lu mo

[kikker-oma]

For @skyloftian-nutcase because she's a gremlin😂 @luinhealthcare

Bonus: (because Lofty did this😂)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hyrule sighed as he leaned against the railing of the stairs that fed into the ambulance bay. He knew he needed to review protocols and the drug formulary just for the sake of maintaining his knowledge, but it was still a drudgery sometimes.

Employing Mo to help was probably not his best idea.

A glove slingshot its way to his face, making him yelp. Mo watched him dully from where he stood, back against the wall.

“Okay, epinephrine next,” Mo said.

“Which one?” Hyrule asked. “There’s the 1g per 1,000mL and 1g per 10,000mL.”

Mo scrunched his face, working the math out in his head. “1:1000 and 1:10,000 right… how many is that per mL?”

“Well, a gram is 1,000mg, so it would be 1000:1000 for one of them and 1000:10000 for the other,” Hyrule reasoned out, feeling his brain numb. “So the dose we use for respiratory and allergic stuff is 1mg per 1mL, and the cardiac dose is 0.1mg per mL.”

“All right, well now that we settled that, tell me the use and dosage for both.”

Hyrule groaned.

He was about to go into explaining how the typical dose for 1:1000, which was used for severe respiratory emergencies and anaphylaxis, was 0.01mg/kg up to 0.5mg for the initial IM dose. But when he opened his mouth, a familiar tune started to hammer out a beat that echoed throughout the empty ambulance bay.

Was that Tokyo Drift??

Mo and Hyrule both straightened just in time to see Aurora blaze by on a stair chair, sunglasses on despite the nightfall, as her phone blared Tokyo Drift at top volume. Dawn followed her, exasperated and trying to say something but it was inaudible over the din.

As the music faded away while Aurora nearly tipped her stair chair over on the pavement outside, Mo asked, “And what’s the dosage for Haldol for psychotic people?”

Hyrule squinted, and found that he was drawing a blank. “Crap. I don’t remember.”

Mo sighed. “We’re screwed.”

[luinhealthcare]

So I was flipping through TT at 1am (I make no apologies) and this video showed up. I'm giggling along and the last one played and I immediately went, "yeah that's Hyrule".

Anyway, don't know what you want to do with this but I'd love a small prompt if you find it as funny as my 1am brain.

If not, no worries. 😅

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8Da5Ru9/

Twilight sifted aimlessly through social media on his phone before he spat out his water. Wild jumped, glancing over at him. "You good?"

Twilight was too busy wheezing to answer, but he flipped the phone around as Hyrule came over, and the paramedic stopped dead in his tracks.

Wild squinted, leaning in to look carefully at where Twilight had replayed the video, only to see Hyrule in a tutu standing on a shovel as he was slowly rotated in a ballet pose by his partner, Mo. The caption said, When you're on Day 2 of a 48.

Hyrule's face redenned. "MO SAID HE WASN'T GONNA POST THAT!"

Wild cried from laughter, and he told himself he'd get Mo's number just to thank him for this addition to his life.

[mcstressed-art-bloop]

zerg danmei favorite danmei genre

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I unexpectedly had an extra job interview this week, and I'm thankful for my roommates being supportive while I try to find a new job (especially when they do things like cook dinner). Can I request something with Hyrule, please? 👀

Hyrule put the blood pressure cuff away as he said, “Well, your vitals are all within normal limits. We’re more than happy to take you to the hospital to get checked out, though.”

The elderly woman hummed, and then she sighed. “Oh, it’s all right. I think this back pain is just from our bed. We’ve had it for a while.”

“Time to go mattress shopping,” Mo said cheerily. “My mattress is getting pretty bad too, it’s sad how short a lifespan they have.”

“Oh, ours has been around for a while,” the woman said with a nostalgic smile. “We got it when we were first married forty years ago.”

Wow. That was old. That bed must have been very worn down.

That was what Hyrule planned on saying, of course, but it was 2am so instead what came out was, “Wow, that bed’s seen a lot of action.”

The patient’s husband chuckled huskily. “Oh yeah it has.”

Hyrule and Mo froze, and Hyrule felt his cheeks stain so red they were scalding. “Uh right so anyway, sign here if you don’t want to go to the hospital.”

As they packed their things and got back in the truck, Mo grabbed the radio and glared at Hyrule. “You’re grounded. You go straight to bed when we get back.”

Hyrule groaned, face in his hands, as Mo muttered, “Last thing I needed at 2am was the mental image of how much action that mattress has seen between an eighty year old couple, ugh kill me—”

[skyloftian-nutcase]

3 sentence prompt word: burn

Hyrule whipped out his phone anxiously as he tried to remember the calculation for fluid resuscitation on his burn patient. He didn’t have time for this, couldn’t they come up with something better?

“Gimme,” Mo said, snatching the phone. “Tell me what to calculate so you can secure that airway.”

Secure…? But it was fine—

Hyrule heard progressively worsening stridor from his patient and he immediately moved to work on intubating.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Outbreak Pt 3 (LU in Healthcare)

(Content warning, this is a plague fic, it will likely hit close to home, and there’s dark humor and character death in this part)

It started off as a whisper, but the whisper became a chatter, a groan, constant and disturbing and growing ever closer.

Cases were on the rise in the city, though the surrounding area seemed unaffected still, for now. City officials were growing concerned, and restrictions were starting to be enacted. People were asked to stay home, if possible. As for the hospital and squads…

Hyrule squinted at his email. "Wait. Didn't... didn't they say we could use alcohol wipes to clean the equipment?"

"Yeah," Mo called from the kitchenette in the station.

"Now it says we can only use bleach wipes."

Mo groaned. "Isn't that like the third policy change this week?"

"I'm still trying to figure out if we're doing a specific isolation truck or not anymore," Aurora mumbled. "Like we just had one truck dedicated to the high risk iso cases, and now we're getting so many calls for it that it's a moot point anyway."

"I think the last email said put plastic over everything for Arfy patients and then wipe everything down that you use," Mo replied.

"Wait, which email?"

Hyrule sighed. This was getting ridiculous. And he was getting just a little nervous. “When in doubt, just bleach everything, I guess.”

Aurora huffed. “Did you see the email about the respirators?”

“Which email?” Mo threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’ve got twenty new emails!”

“I suppose that means you’ll actually have to read them now,” Aurora noted with a snort.

“Do you all think it’ll get worse before it gets better?” Dawn asked, wringing her hands worriedly. “The OMD made it sound like that would be the case.”

“Our medical director knows more than I do,” Hyrule shrugged. “If he says it’s going to get worse—”

“No, he didn’t just say that, he said ‘it’s not a matter of if the wave hits us, but when,’” Aurora quoted, standing. “He scared the hell out of Dawn.”

“They’re pretty foreboding words,” Hyrule commented darkly, looking away. It was the main reason he was getting nervous. But he was also steeling himself. If they were in for a fight, he would face it head on.

“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with the email about the respirators?” Mo asked as he scrolled frantically through his email.

“Oh, we’re supposed to wear N95s now,” Aurora answered with a wave of her hand.

Hyrule blinked. “Wait. Aren’t—aren’t we supposed to get fit tested for those?”

“Oh, yeah,” Aurora nodded, rolling her eyes. “Here’s your official fit test: pick a mask that fits.”

“We’re all going to die, aren’t we?” Dawn questioned worriedly, hugging herself.

“Nobody’s died from Arfy yet, I don’t think,” Mo noted. “At least not here.”

“People have died,” Aurora corrected.

“Well, maybe we’ll die, then,” Mo amended.

Hyrule laughed while Aurora swatted his partner. Well… at least they’d die fighting. But he really hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.

While the rescue squads struggled to keep up with policies and slapped shoddy safety regulations into place, the hospital clamped down even further. Visitor policies had officially been revoked as of today, and it made all the providers somewhat uneasy.

In some aspects, it was helpful. In others, it made things that much harder.

Arfy patients were medical patients. Which meant the medical floor and ICU was quickly filling up while other parts of the hospital either maintained their quota or decreased as people stayed home. More and more, Four found himself floating to his friend’s ICU, and he felt fairly out of his depths about it. The one good thing was that he got to spend time with Dot. But as cases rose, so did the stress, the worry, and the heartache.

The ICU felt less like a unit where critically ill people got better and more like a place to go to die.

Four and Dot had the same patient assignment for four days in a row. It was the same assignment because nothing had changed with the patients. Intubated, sedated, paralyzed, some proned. The amount of sedation required to keep their patients under was far more than Four was used to, and it was insane how little it would take for their oxygen saturation to drop. Any semblance of activity in the body increased oxygen demand, and the instant oxygen demand increased, no amount of intervention from the ventilator seemed to help. ECMO was a word Four had hardly heard in his trauma ICU, but he heard it on a near daily basis now, being considered at rounds, being initiated with someone else’s patient.

Four was exhausted. His face was breaking out from wearing a respirator for twelve hours at a time. His feet and knees and hips hurt from standing in isolation rooms for three to four hours at a time trying to cluster all his care. And now, with the visitor restriction enacted…

Visitors were hit or miss, particularly in Four’s world. Trauma precipitated drama, and while family could be infinitely helpful and supportive, he’d also seen things go awry, had to deescalate fights or call security. In some aspects, he was thankful there were no visitors while all of this was happening; he was tired of having to explain that yes, you have to wear this gown and gloves and mask, no you can’t kiss your loved one while they’re intubated and sedated with a contagious disease… but still. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was on the family - the patients were sedated to the point that they shouldn’t be aware of anything, but the family had to agonize over the matter at home.

He didn’t like it. He understand the logic. But he didn’t like it.

And so here he sat, holding a patient’s hand while they withdrew care. Here he sat, being the only witness to someone’s last breaths while their family mourned from afar.

Four watched the heart rate steadily drop. He watched the oxygen saturation plummet. He muted the red alarms as the monitor screamed that his patient was dying, that something should be done, like an accusation and call to arms when Four knew this particular fight was over.

He wasn’t a the most religious person in his group, but he said a prayer for the patient and the family either way. He found himself praying a lot these days, honestly.

While the visitor policy took its toll inside the frame of work, the restrictions both inside and outside the hospital were causing further stress on everyone. Warriors had basically banned Wind from seeing him, opting to stay with Time and Malon instead, leaving the kid in the apartment. He brought food deliveries to the door, asked if Wind needed anything, but he always did so when Wind wasn’t awake - the teenager had swore up and down that if anybody got Arfy he’d take care of them, and Warriors was terrified of that promise as it was basically a threat. Time agreed that Wind didn’t need to get involved, much to the teenager’s chagrin, and Wind found himself already struggling from the loneliness and the frustration of trying to study for classes online when nobody knew what they were doing or how long this would last.

Meanwhile, Wild sat in his room, fingers aimlessly tracing over each other, the smell of bleach so fresh in his nose from scrubbing everything relentlessly for hours on end that he might as well have inhaled a bottle of it. His chest hurt. Not to mention that new disinfectant they were told to use made him cough a lot.

And he worried. Because… it had been a few days since he’d seen his father. Legend had given him updates through his sister (and made Wild swear not to tell anyone about her), and it had sounded like he was improving as expected. But now, he… the rest of the family…

It felt like a blessing and a curse. It was a guarantee that Wild couldn’t run into his mother or sister by accident, but it was also a situation that his mind screamed that he address.

He couldn’t just… he couldn’t just leave his father isolated and alone recovering in the hospital in the midst of an outbreak. He couldn’t.

But what if visiting him made things so much worse? What if it stressed his father’s recovering heart? What if it triggered more traumatic memories for Wild? He was terrified of getting anywhere near the man while he was awake, but his heart screamed that he go to him.

Wild refused to be a coward. And he refused to be heartless, despite how anxious this entire situation made him, despite how his mind screamed he keep away. So that night, when he got on to work, he took a delivery to the cardiovascular ICU and paused in front of a doorway, looking hopefully for a familiar nurse.

“Link? Wild?”

Jumping, Wild turned around to see the nurse in question, watching him scrutinously. She smiled (or at least, he assumed she did, based on how her eye crinkled above her mask) in recognition. “I thought it was you. You here to see your dad?”

Wild swallowed and nodded.

“Good, because the drama I’ve been trying to avoid has been driving me insane,” Legend’s sister said lightheartedly, but despite the casualness of her tone, the words sank into Wild’s stomach like a stone.

“Drama?” He questioned quietly.

“Nothing like… bad, I suppose, but still,” the nurse explained. “I’d be in there taking care of him and overhear him talking to his wife and he’d mention that he swore he saw you. I’m not entirely sure she’s convinced. She seems hopeful, though. But I figured it was best not to bring it up myself since I, ah, don’t know what’s going on.”

Wild felt his blood freeze. His father remembered? And he’d told his mother?

Great. This was… this was just great.

“Go see him,” Legend’s sister prompted gently. “I can tell he loves you very much and just wants to know you’re ok.”

Wild’s eyes unexpectedly burned with tears in an instant, and he was grateful he was wearing a mask to hide his expression. He nodded, hesitantly making his way towards the room.

It all seemed so normal, seeing his father sitting in a recliner looking at his phone. Wild wasn’t even entirely sure he’d recovered memories of his father like that, but somehow it seemed familiar. Abel hadn’t noticed him yet, engrossed in whatever he was looking at, brow slightly furrowed. That expression drew memories, a familiar scrutiny that he would often give Wild himself or his sister, a quiet concern and sternness that made Wild want to stiffen up and simultaneously run to him.

Damn it all, he’d missed him.

Wild swallowed his fears and stepped forward, hoping that this wouldn’t be a disaster. He knocked on the door, initially so quietly that his father didn’t hear him over the chatter of the news on the television. He knocked again.

His father looked up. Stared a moment. Went a shade paler.

Wild hastily stepped forward. “W-wait, don’t get worked up—”

His father stood, seeming mostly steady on his feet, and tried to walk to him, heedless of the cords and oxygen tubing attached, and Wild hastily met him part of the way before he ripped everything out of the wall. Abel immediately pulled him to his chest in the tightest hug Wild had ever felt, and…

And Link sank into the embrace, crying.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Something I'm grateful for. This is probably gonna sound silly, since it's also been a source of stress, but... Being home alone this week. It is hard taking care of everything on my own, but it also proves to myself that I can actually take care of myself, and future goals are more in reach than I think.

It's also nice having the place to myself, because I can do stuff without having to worry about others. I've had a very productive morning that started at 2am because I didn't have to worry about waking anyone up 😄

Hyrule breathed steadily, trying to slow his heart rate as he washed his hands and arms of the blood that his patient had been coughing and vomiting everywhere during transport. He could still feel his body shaking a little at the adrenaline rush that was tearing through his body, and then he stiffened as he heard the code alarm go off in the emergency department.

Swallowing, he wiped his arms and stepped into the hall to see what he’d suspected, watching people rush to the room he and Mo had just exited.

”Dang, that didn’t take long,” Mo muttered beside him. “Come on, Link, we gotta go. Another call just dropped.”

Hyrule sighed as he stared at the dispatch info that came across his phone, and then rolled his eyes. “Abnormal labs?? I’m gonna blow up that nursing home.”

”Yeah, no kidding,” Mo grumbled. “Another day in paradise.”