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Whumptober 2022 Day 23: "Hold them down" (Twilight & Wild)

AO3 link. Trigger warnings: graphic description of injury (open fracture), violence, field medicine. The prompt basically demaaaaanded a genderqueer character, so of course I had to comply ;)))))))) Wild’s pronouns are they/them in this one.

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i simply DO be wantin an amusement park drabble doe 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe a lil #10 n a lil osamu 🥺🤧

a/n: this was the first request I got for my 100 special!! thank you to @dorkyama and to everyone else for requesting!

edit: okay so so- this got angsty and uh..I'm sorry if it wasn’t what you expected but i was little heavy handed on the angst.. (this was also quite short)

warning: this contains injury and descriptions of an open fracture plus hospitals. there are mentions of blood. it isn’t explicit, but just in case.

Enjoy! xx

finalité ✰ an osamu x reader drabble (100 special)

You step off the rollercoaster, grabbing Osamu’s bicep because you’re woozy and your knees are wobbly.

It’s like you’re going to throw up but you just feel giddy- like the clouds have blessed you with their lightness.

Your boyfriend catches you as you stumble. He lets out a soft chuckle at your dizzy state, and you grin.

You can still feel it- the wind; the rush; the way the mechanics couldn’t match the speed your heart was racing at. It’s like you’re running but you can see everything in slow motion.

Aware- you’re hyper aware and your lungs are trying to get back the breath knocked out of them and you can see every single star in the night sky. You can identify every twinkle.

You can do anything.

You can remember the scent of his shirt mixed with the moisture of the wind and the way his arms wrapped around you when he thought you were lurching too far forward. You remember how his hands are calloused but comforting. You remember how they don’t exactly fit between yours but you make it work anyway.

The scene is beautiful. Lanterns decorate the whole park grounds; the crowd is packed in preparation for the parade and the fireworks.

Silently, Osamu guides you into the middle of the throng, and leans on the metal gate separating the crowd from the main path. You catch a glimpse of movement and linger back. It’s a couple- young and in love and oh-

Oh!

You watch as the stranger gets down on one knee, holding a ring box open and presenting it to his partner. The diamond’s gleam can be seen from where you are, and you smile wide as he picks the girl up and spins her estatically.

Osamu calls your name, and you turn.

“You coming?” He gestures to the empty space beside him.

Nodding, you turn back to the couple behind you for a final glance. They’re still having their moment- locked in a passionate embrace and a loving kiss.

Osamu speaks across the few feet between you.

“What?”

You shake you head and laugh loudly.

“I’m really high on adrenaline right now and I really want to kiss you.”

That is the last thing you say to him.

Weird. Weird- why is everyone looking at you so weird?

The driver of the golf cart looks absolutely haunted, and you can see the flask sticking out from his pocket from your position on the concrete ground. It’s kinda funny. The cart is decorated in gold tinsel and stars for the parade. Parade, parade- what parade?

There’s a lady on your right who’s gasping- another man to your left who’s on his phone- and suddenly a lot of people are on their phones and you don’t know why.

Someone yells for first aid, and your brows furrow.

First aid? Why does someone need first aid? You should be able to do first aid.

You took a course with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Osamu looks guilty and scared and terrified all at the same time. There are tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, but he makes no move to brush them away. He’s frozen, and he’s crying.

You don’t get it.

“’Samu,” you want to say, but you can’t make the sound.

You want to reach out to him, kiss away his sorrows the way you pepper him with kisses on a Sunday morning.

But you can’t. You can’t move.

And then you realize that Samu isn’t frozen. He’s staring. And you follow his gaze until you see the white of your bone juxtaposed against the red of your blood and the black of the tire.

And then you see nothing at all.

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//CH-CH-CH-CH-CHECK IT OUT. MY ARM DUN GOT FIXED. Happy surprises, they let me go bare-armed after only two weeks in a cast! My arm is still stiff and achey, but oh my god, sweaters. I have missed sweaters.

The cyborg augmentations metal in my arm mean the limb is stable enough not to need any kind of additional support anymore, but I am forbidden from lifting “anything heavier than a cup of tea” for the next six weeks.

The thin scar on the back of my arm is where the exit wound of my open fracture was (you know, where my skeleton attempted to jump out of my body, as the bff Noodles Amy put it). The incision was elongated far beyond the scope of the original puncture, since the surgeons needed to explore the wound and remove any unhealthy tissue, bone fragments, or foreign bodies.

So there we have it! Thus ends my broken limb saga, or at least the parts worth cluing you guys in on. Now that I have two hands for typing I can finish my long-ass summary of everything I experienced (because 1. It makes for a great RP reference should your character ever have to suffer a snapped limb, 2. I know a bunch of you are just as thirsty for grizzly deets as I always am. Again, this situation has been grotesquely fascinating experience for me. Even if I would best not repeat it. 4/10 would not recommend).

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Whumptober Day #12

This is set sometime early in the series. Back when they were young and dumb.

xxx i think i’ve broken something

Dean stops as realization hits him like a truck. He closes his eyes and purses his lips and breathes, “Damn it.”

“What?” Sam asks immediately, his eyebrows doing that stupid thing they do when he’s worried.

“We forgot the silver bullets,” Dean responds, and Sam’s eyebrows deepens into a frown.

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Shin Split

Slept past my alarm this morning. I’ve been so, so tired these past few days, and I would have to loved to keep sleeping, but it’s a work-from-home day and I’ve got work to do.

For lunch I warmed up the potatoes and beans I cooked on Sunday in the microwave, and added a bit of kimchi for taste. I ate my lunch while watching a Cinema Therapy video on You’ve Got Mail. I've never watched the movie before. It's about a small bookshop owner who both detests and is in love with the same man - but she doesn’t know it. She detests the real-life, public version of him, who is the representative of a conglomerate trying to drive her bookshop out of business, and is in love with his private online persona, a sweet and sensitive man with whom she corresponds (hence the movie title). At each extreme, she knows only a part of the man, and extrapolates for the parts she does not know. I guess we are all like that. We only ever know one side of people, but still we divide them into good and bad camps, ignoring the reality that people come in shades of grey.

Rushed through the rest of my work in the afternoon to finish right on time at six o’clock, so I can go for parkour practice. Ben and Solomon were at the park today. Their presence spurred me to take high swings on the lache I've been working on. I also successfully landed the big precision jump I had been working on since the start of the year, the one from the grey wall to the big black box. One time, two times, thre—

Nope.

My left foot slipped. My shin crashed into the edge. Uh-oh, I thought. UH-OH...when I actually saw the wound. It was nasty. Nastier than any wound I'd ever sustained. I know that because I could see the slimy flesh and bone quivering beneath the skin.

The boys came to my rescue. Solomon pulled out his first aid kit. Ben pulled out his phone. "SHIZZZZ!" He took a video, featuring a close-up of the wound, a close-up of my grinning face (because that's what you do when you get injured, you plaster a ridiculous grin on your face), a closeup of the reactions of the two young boys who had edged their way over to check out the buzz. Then, we all had a group photo before I limped away. A truly Kodak moment.

The clinic doctor gave me an local anaesthesia shot and palpated the wound. The thought crossed my mind that he was touching my raw flesh and bone with his fingers, and I could only imagine what I'd be feeling right that instant if it wasn't for the anaesthesia. I had to look away. I didn't want my brain to remember this. I was afraid I'd never dare to do parkour again if I remembered.

He frowned. "I can feel a little crack on the shin bone. Might be an open fracture. I hope I'm wrong, but you need to go to the hospital to get an X-ray.”

The clinic was located right at the train station so I took a train down to NUH right away (wasn’t going to take my chances at Ng Teng Foong). Walking into the A&E department, it occurred to me that a year ago, I had come to this exact same place for an infected foot—my left foot, too—and here I was again, greeted by the overly bright fluorescent lights, the beige walls and floor, the dreary patients, masked up and engrossed in their personal devices. Around me came the intermittent sounds of coughing, and beside me a middle-aged lady was talking incessantly on the phone. Sitting on the last of a row of plastic chairs with my leg stretched, I took a photo of the doctor’s note and uploaded it to Gemini to solicit for medical advice. The results were not encouraging. In the worst-case scenario of an open fracture, I could be hospitalised for a few days and put on crutches. It might be three to six months before I fully recovered. And on the way here I was still thinking if I could attempt the Lache again tomorrow.

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Open Fractures – Causes, Diagnosis, and Treatment

Fractures come in varying degrees of severity, and some require much more urgent attention than others. Open fractures, also known as compound fractures, are a type of bone break where the broken bone protrudes through the skin or there's a deep wound near the fracture site. Unlike a simple fracture where the bone breaks clean and the skin remains intact, open fractures expose the bone and underlying tissues to the environment, increasing the risk of infection and complications.

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Open Fractures - A Comprehensive Guide

An open fracture is a serious injury where a broken bone protrudes through the skin. It is also known as a compound fracture. This creates a direct pathway for bacteria to enter the wound, significantly increasing the risk of infection. Compared to closed fractures (breaks without skin penetration), open fractures require urgent medical attention to prevent complications and promote healing. In extremely severe cases, an external fixation system is applied for initial stabilization of the fracture.

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