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Provider Discretion (LU in Healthcare)
(Lots of technical jargon in this one, lovelies, hope you don’t mind)
Something wasn’t right.
The patient herself was… okay. Mostly. She had called 911 because she’d had back pain that had just been getting worse, and she’d said she couldn’t even get around anymore.
Mo and Hyrule often exchanged a somewhat exasperated look when someone called an emergency line for something that had been an ongoing problem, but today this… was different. She just didn’t look well.
“I’m really sorry,” the patient apologized for the fourth time as Hyrule and Mo loaded the stretcher into the ambulance.
“It’s okay,” Hyrule quickly reassured her. His heart ached a little at how much this woman wanted to seem to shrink into oblivion. Even Mo, who, despite his big heart, often came across a little standoffish, had tried to make her smile multiple times. “This is what we’re here for.”
With a chief complaint of back pain, there wasn’t much to do outside of check vital signs. Mo could easily take this call. But Hyrule just… this felt wrong.
“Let’s get a 12-lead,” he said, already grabbing the cables for it while Mo got vitals. His partner didn’t argue, helping him place the leads in the right positions.
Vitals looked mostly fine. The patient’s blood pressure was high. She said she had a history of hypertension, so perhaps between that and her pain that would explain it. Though 180/98 did not make Hyrule particularly happy. But he couldn’t treat that.
The 12-lead showed normal sinus rhythm. Nothing wrong there. But something just didn’t feel right.
Grabbing the blood pressure cuff, Hyrule checked it again, but on the opposite side.
There was a discrepancy.
Hyrule and Mo looked at each other, eyebrows pinching. Mo took a manual on the left. Hyrule took a manual on the right.
They still didn’t match.
Feeling dread fill him, Hyrule told Mo, “I’m taking this call. Let’s get going. We don’t need lights but… just drive expediently, ok?”
The transport was blessedly uneventful. But the discrepancy remained. Her blood pressure was high, but higher on one side than the other. Coupling that with back pain…
Her aorta. Hyrule was worried about her aorta. The biggest artery in this woman’s entire body could getting ready to tear apart.
When Hyrule texted Warriors later, he got his answer.
Dissection. They rushed her to the OR. You pointing out the BP difference really tipped off the doc. Good catch.
Mo whistled. “Good thing she didn’t rupture in our truck.”
Hyrule blew out a breath. He was just thankful he trusted his gut.
XXX
The dispatch information had been for diabetic emergency. Fire had gotten there first, which Aurora was thankful for since she and Dawn were coming from the hospital and therefore farther away than if they’d responded from the station.
When they arrived, the house was a nightmare. The street was so narrow that the ambulance and fire truck blocked the road entirely, the stairs were so narrow Aurora felt like she had to squeeze her arms in just to climb up them, and the turns were so sharp she wasn’t sure how any kind of equipment could get up there. The patient was lying on his bed, altered, and unable to move.
According to the patient’s friend, he’d heard him fall and came up to check on him. He knew he was a diabetic and figured his blood glucose had to be low. Fire had already checked it, saying it was over two hundred. As the firefighter paramedic gave information to Aurora, he said, “He could be acting like this because of his sugar. Could be a stroke. We’re not sure.”
Honestly, Aurora couldn’t see the patient all that well from her vantage point. Dawn had already walked in and started assessing, they’d handed a reeves stretcher to the firemen, and they were working on loading him on to it. The girl went downstairs to prep the stretcher for their arrival. Once they managed to get the patient into the ambulance, Aurora stared.
This man’s entire right side of his face was noticeably drooping. He was moving his head a little to the left, eyes somewhat moving, pupils equal. Aurora quickly asked him to look at her, to follow her finger. While he could stare at her, he couldn’t track at all, and his eyes wouldn’t move to the right. He blinked once while attempting, and was only able to blink his left eye.
Who the hell thought this could be his sugar??
Once Dawn got in the truck, they were quick to get vitals and a 12-lead. He was hypertensive, all other vitals fine.
“We need to stroke alert this,” Aurora immediately said.
“But he was last seen normal three hours ago,” Dawn said uncertainly. “Isn’t that outside the window? Or is the window four hours now?”
“I think it’s four,” Aurora answered. “And it doesn’t matter either way. This is absolutely a neuro issue. Drive us hot, okay?”
Dawn nodded, heading to the front. She drove to the hospital with the lights and sirens on, allowing them a faster transport time, while Aurora called it in to the hospital. As they progressed, she tried to get the patient to follow commands, but he couldn’t. He held up his right arm but couldn’t hold his left up at all, and he still didn’t really track any movement.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were placed in a major room, transferring him quickly to the hospital bed. Warriors was charge that night, working on coordinating all the help they’d need for this patient. The ED physician entered, looking the patient over, and then turned to Aurora, asking, “So what makes you think he’s having a stroke?”
Aurora stopped in mid motion, looking at him with the most enraged and bewildered expression. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Why do you think he’s having a stroke?” The doctor repeated.
“What makes you think he isn’t?!” Aurora snapped, completely mind blown that this was even a debate. “His face is drooping so low it’s hitting the earth’s fucking crust, he’s altered, not tracking movement, blinking with one eye, down on one side, is hypertensive, and you’re asking why I—do you even know what a stroke is??”
“Let’s just alert it,” Warriors said calmly as he walked into the room, clearly sensing that the paramedic was about to explode. “It’ll get us a CT to rule it out.”
Aurora was fuming, and she stormed out before she could hear a response. Dawn tried to gently check on her, only to be subjected to her ranting for the next hour.
Later, Warriors texted Hyrule, who relayed the message. “You were right.”
“OF FUCKING COURSE I WAS!”
XXX
Legend wasn’t particularly a fan of working triage.
There were aspects of it that were exciting - he was the one to make first contact with patients who didn’t come in via ambulance, and he determined their acuity. But there was also a public relations aspect to it, a patience dealing with impatient people, a kindness and sympathy for those who were genuinely hurting or needing help but had to wait anyway. It was understandable, but public relations… was not Legend’s forte.
There was a reason he was put in triage, though.
It wasn’t always obvious, what was wrong with someone. But there were times when a patient just didn’t look right. Legend saw the man limp over, listened to him as he explained that he had some leg pain that had been going on for the last few days, how he thought maybe he’d strained a muscle but the pain hadn’t improved.
There were always signs to look out for. Little things, cues that something was off. The man looked resigned, reluctant; he clearly had been talked in to coming to the hospital, and he commented that his wife insisted on it. Legend saw the clothes he wore, heard the accent he spoke with, saw his muscles, and pieced together that he was probably a farmer.
Farmers never came to the hospital.
“We’ll get you back as soon as we can,” he finally said after completing his assessment. Usually, this patient would be low on the acuity scale—a muscle spasm or strain was not nearly as important as a heart attack, pneumonia, sepsis, strokes, traumas—but Legend made him a yellow rather than a green. Just to be sure.
That higher acuity score got him a room far faster. That faster room made a doctor assess him and notice that his left leg was bigger than his right. That doctor made sure he got an ultrasound of his leg, found clots in his leg. She also learned the man was short of breath sometimes, which his wife insisted was new, and got a CT scan.
Legend glanced at his chart later to see him being admitted. Confused and curious, he did some digging.
The man had a pulmonary embolism.
Huffing with a small smile of satisfaction, Legend closed out of the chart as another patient approached.
XXX
Time had to admit, he did not spend as much time assessing his patients as he should. His hours were stolen away in the OR, unpredictable and chaotic as his line of work was. So sometimes he didn’t get to round, sometimes he didn’t have a chance to walk in and chat with the patients and the nurses and the licensed independent providers who took charge of their care.
Today he was glad he did.
The patient was actually calm and pleasant, had little complaint of anything except for some lower back pain. In the world of uncomfortable hospital beds, it wasn’t a huge surprise.
But Time saw something. Some staining, bruising, around the patient’s groin. He peeked around their gown, turned them a little, and saw it.
Their groin was purple. He asked the nurse, who said they were told this had been baseline for a day or two, and that the independent providers over them had acknowledged the finding and moved on.
Time walked into the doc box where the providers were. “I want a CT abdomen for room 3. She’s got some bruising that’s concerning. Her H&H has been down trending steadily.”
“Her JP drains haven’t put out much,” the physician assistant noted, looking over the patient’s chart.
“She might have a retroperitoneal bleed,” Time pointed out. “Let’s just be sure.”
Years of education and even more years of experimental had taught the trauma surgeon well. The war was especially humbling and educational. So when he got a text from the PA that the patient did indeed have a retroperitoneal, he wasn’t surprised. But he was disappointed that he had to be the one to notice it.
Sometimes, he supposed, it took the leader to point out the problem.
XXX
Four… didn’t like this.
Report had been bad enough. The day shift nurse spoke of how the patient had been previously septic and was recuperating well before her pressor demand had gone up during the day. She looked… not great. She was so edematous they were constantly changing the sheets underneath her arms because her body was leaking fluid from every inch of itself - they had dumped fluids into her over the last few days just to maintain her blood pressure. She was on a lasix drip to get her lot o pee off the fluid as best as possible, and her kidney function was… decent, but not great.
As Four assessed her, the clenching his chest only worsened. She was alert, oriented, a little miserable but trying to be in good spirits, bless her. She was peeing a decent amount, her pulses were present despite the swelling, her lung sounds were a little coarse but overall mostly clear. Her abdomen was soft and non-tender, her pupils were equal and reactive, and she didn’t have much complaint of pain aside from being sick of laying in bed, which Four could understand.
But still. This just… didn’t look great.
As the night progressed, the woman’s pressor need climbed. Four continued to increase epinephrine, increase norepinephrine. He tried not to increase the vasopressin too much as it had such a profound effect on vasoconstriction that it could cause necrosis. Also, the woman had a history of heart failure and had a pretty weak heart.
Four eventually went to the resident in charge of the patient for the night. “Hey. Can we maybe give 11 some albumin? She has plenty of fluid to give, but clearly it isn’t in her vasculature - she’s peeing ok but her pressure isn’t tolerating it. I feel like it could help.”
The resident shuffled on his feet uncertainly. “The surgeon really wants to make sure we can get this fluid off. I’d rather keep her negative and not give her more fluid, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that,” Four greed before continuing, “But albumin is only 250mL, and if it helps suck in the fluid that’s third spacing, it’ll still help. We’re dumping fluid in her through the pressors anyway.”
The resident continued to waffle, before the night attending asked, “She’s on vaso, right?”
“Yes.”
“Just go up on that.”
Four stared a moment longer, starting to doubt himself. He hadn’t been a nurse for long, and if an attending physician was saying this, then… it had to be true, right?
Sighing, he went back to the room and did as he was told. The patient’s blood pressure improved well enough, and the night progressed fine.
The next night was not as fine. At rounds, Four suggested that perhaps she should be lined for CRRT, a continuous dialysis that would allow for Four to control how much fluid they were pulling and would likely be better for the patient to tolerate. The night doctors shrugged, saying they’d mention it to the day team.
Again, the woman’s blood pressure was tanking. Again, Four had to increase pressors. Vaso had been turned down and was told to be left alone because the woman’s systemic vascular resistance was so high the attending was worried about her heart. (Four couldn’t help but feel a little bitter about it, because he knew that was going to happen)
This time, though, she went into atrial fibrillation as well. As Four called the resident and attending into the room, they deliberated the matter, muttering, “Maybe we should line her for CRRT.”
Four blinked. Stared. Was he… losing his mind?? Was he invisible? He’d suggested this earlier!
Ultimately, Four had managed to keep the patient stable enough so that it wasn’t needed. Ultimately, the shift ended uneventfully.
But when Four came back for his third night, he could hear the woman’s breathing from the door, he could hear how she was drowning in fluid because she couldn’t tolerate losing fluid but had too much for her lungs and heart to handle. The day team had lined her for CRRT, but her pressors were almost maxed out at their dosage, and she was so hypotensive that the renal nurse who had set up the machine was hesitant to start it up, saying it would further bottom out her pressure.
Tonight was different, though. Tonight, the provider in charge of making decisions and orders was a nurse practitioner, someone who was used to this unit. She walked in, saw the issues Four had seen, and she walked right back out, making a call.
Four struggled to keep the patient alive long enough for the ECMO team to arrive as the patient fell apart. He felt frustration boil his blood as he had to hand off her care after fighting for her, had to watch as the CV ICU nurse came in to take over while surgeons put large cannulas into the patient’s body to redirect blood flow around her heart so she could still perfuse her organs. He watched as they wheeled her out of the trauma ICU to go to the cardiac ICU where she would remain while on such extreme support, and he threw his pen on the desk, burying his face in his hands, fuming.
They should have listened to him.
#writing#lu in healthcare#lu legend#lu hyrule#lu aurora#lu warriors#lu four#lu time#lu dawn#Every provider sees things in different perspectives and it’s important for all of them to LISTEN TO EACH OTHER#Nurses are at the bedside and see the most and can figure out when there’s an acute change and can see what a patient needs#Doctors often can catch something that’s been unnoticed for a while because they’re coming in with fresh eyes and an overhead view#First responders get a big picture and take in a lot of info at once to make in the moment decisions#Everyone plays a part#But sometimes providers are freaking stupid and I wanna strangle them#Here’s to hoping my phone and iPad didn’t edit medical terms into other words#Guess I’ll find out when I reread it in a bit LOL
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I've been thinking about that but you wrote about HC Wild's dad and I'm pretty sure everyone will be OK at the end of the story but I'm asking anyway just to be sure.
I’m pretty sure I could never kill Abel, I love him far too much ❤️ Everyone will be fine in the end. Abel’s just gonna go through my cardiac ICU first :) Because I like talking about my cardiac stuff lol
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Healthcare Quotes!
(dark humor)
Four: My patient really needs a liver transplant. I want tonight to be the night he gets it.
Legend: What’s your blood type?
Four, rolling his eyes: Not my liver. I want to see him recover and all!
Sky: That would be the fastest way to procure it, though. The ultimate sacrifice for your patient. Truly being a patient advocate.
Legend: Let us know when you off yourself and we’ll give it like six minutes so you can be properly brain dead and all.
Four, huffing: How about Warriors? He’s strong, healthy—
Sky: Nah, he drinks too much, you don’t want his liver.
Wars: >:O I DO NOT
Legend: *wheezing*
…
Mo: *coughing*
Hyrule: You good?
Mo: I’m dying
Aurora: None of that crap until the shift is over, we’ve had enough call outs tonight!
Mo, sadly: Aw man
…
Warriors: *exiting a patient’s room laughing*
Legend: What’s so funny?
Wars: This dude has the absolute best insults ever.
Legend: Who was he insulting?
Wars: Me, because he didn’t get his water fast enough, but man was it amazing.
Legend, interested now: So what did he call you??
Warriors, smirking evilly: You’ll never know.
Legend: Wha—YOU CANT LEAD ME ON AND THEN LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT
…
Twilight, staring into the void:
Ilia: What’s wrong?
Twi: The girl in 15 said I couldn’t play with her ponies because I wasn’t cool enough.
Ilia, biting back laughter: That’s rough, buddy
…
Wild: This one teenager I was transporting to MRI said I was so bad at directions I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag.
Twilight: She ain’t wrong.
Wind: Did you say anything back?
Wild: I said “Actually I can, animal control tried to use a bag to catch me and I found my way out of it just fine.”
Twi, sighing: I can believe it
…
Time, stopping a surgical resident from doing something: That is what we call an artery. When I said don’t kill the patient, I meant don’t kill the patient. Since you were about to cut the artery, I think we need a lesson really quickly on what does and does not kill a patient.
Time: For example. Bleeding to death leads to dying. I know this might be hard for you to understand but—
Malon: *narrows eyes, raises eyebrow*
Time:…But I understand you’re still learning.
…
Fable: Yeah, so she was supposed to get a mini-MVR, they perfed her LV, then they fixed that and her papillary muscles tore, then they tried to fix that and she got a VSD, so they just put her on ECMO and balloon pump and shipped her to us.
Wild: What does—what??
Time: Her heart woke up and chose violence. Or her surgeon did, I’m not sure which.
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Wild looked up, bewildered, when music started to gently serenade him. He glanced at Twilight, who clearly had turned it on with his phone, as his friend stared intently at the screen.
“What are you doing?” Wild asked.
“I gotta learn the lyrics to this song,” Twilight said seriously.
Wild scrunched his nose as he listened to the lyrics. “That’s Zoran. You can hardly speak Hylian with your accent sometimes.”
Twilight threw him an exasperated look. “It can’t be that hard. Since when did you know Zoran?”
“Since I just heard it,” Wild huffed with a smirk, though hearing the language brought a twinge of pain to his heart. Whatever memories were locked away… they…
“Oh, is that Life in Pink?” Malon called from upstairs as she came into the living room, a smile on her face. “Ah, I remember hearing this in my honeymoon.”
“Twi wants to sing it,” Wild said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Got yourself a date?” Malon asked with a smirk, hands in her hips.
Twilight rolled his eyes. “No. It’s for a patient. She’s a Zora girl, she’s far from home, and she said it’s her favorite song.”
“Aw honey,” Malon said gently, putting a hand to her heart. “That’s so sweet of you.”
“Twi… you can’t sing,” Wild noted, staring at his friend with his eyebrows scrunched together.
“I know that song,” Time hummed as he entered from the kitchen.
“Yes, it’s from our honeymoon!” Malon confirmed cheerily. “Twi’s learning it for a patient.”
Time blinked a few times, mouth moving as if he were about to speak, and then he thought better of it.
“He was gonna say it too!” Wild noted, pointing at him.
“I can sing just fine!” Twilight grumbled.
“I’m trying to figure out if you’re gonna make her laugh or cry,” Wild cackled.
Twilight crossed his arms, growing steadily grumpier. “Ilia’s gonna be singing with me. She’s learning it too.”
“Oh good,” Wild sighed in relief. “That’ll make it better.”
“You’ve never even met Ilia!”
“Her singing has to be better than yours.”
Twilight huffed, turning to ask for Time and Malon’s input, when he caught sight of the couple slow dancing in the background. Wild paused and turned, and the two men smiled at the pair, who were lost in each other’s eyes and living in a time past as the music floated in the air.
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Does HC Wild play video games, and if so then what kind?
I can see him playing video games! He'd probably like RPGs, especially ones that let him wander and do all the side quests and explore all the places. I don't know too many video games, but I feel like he'd like something like Stardew Valley? If I'm right about that game?
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Hyrule just knew this was going to be a tedious call. So he smirked at Mo. “Glad this is your call.”
Mo grumbled, his eyebrows pressed flat just above his eyes in complete exasperation. Hyrule bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing - he was pretty sure Mo would make him walk back to the station if he burst out into giggles at this point.
Sighing heavily, Mo stepped out of the truck first as Impa spoke to the patient. Hyrule followed suit, taking in the scene. The patient in question was a man in his early twenties, with hair slicked so heavily with gel that Hyrule could probably make it into any shape he wanted. His small ears had gauges that were definitely too large for them, with small glassy eyes hidden under heavy black brows. The man was pacing in front of Impa, his tank top too tight for his chest, the smell of alcohol wafting so heavily in the air Hyrule was getting drunk off the fumes.
“Hey,” Impa greeted dully. “Drunk in public, fell and hurt his wrist. I can take him in, but he might need that wrist checked out, he won’t shut up about it.”
Mo walked over to the patient, towering over him. “Hey, buddy. What happened?”
The man hiccuped, slapping the back of his hand against Mo’s chest. Hyrule yet again held back another laugh, but it was barely contained, coming out as a squeak followed by a snort. Mo stared at the man as he went on a tirade.
“Well, my girl and I were fighting, and I decided to take a walk to cool down, you know?” The man explained. “You know, to be a good person and all. ��Cause chicks can get a little crazy, and I was gettin’ upset and that’s jus’ not nice.”
“What happened to your wrist?” Mo clarified, voice growing heavier. Hyrule bit the the inside of his cheek.
“Well, I decid’d t’ take a walk,” the man went on, “And I saw this rock and just—” the man growled and jumped, making Impa, Mo, and Hyrule all startle a hair, before he blew his hand across the air with a whistle. “Saw a rock and kicked it.”
“Your wrist,” Mo grated out. “What happened. To your wrist.”
“Right, right, sorry, man,” the patient slurred onward, patting Mo’s chest again. “I kicked the rock and watched it, didn’t see where was goin’ ‘n’ fell. Caught myself with my wrist. Hand. You know?”
“You wanna get checked out at the hospital?” Mo asked.
“I mean,” the man swayed, shrugging in what looked like an attempt to play it off and be cool. Hyrule leaned against the ambulance, catching Mo’s impatient energy as it was three in the morning, but he also wanted to see this play out. “I d’nno if tha’s—i’s probably fine. I’m fine, man, don’t worry.”
“Perfect, then you’re going with me to jail once they evaluate you,” Impa chimed in easily.
The man blinked a couple times, registering her words, and then shifted his weight between his feet. “Well. I mean. It does hurt a bit.”
Mo took a steadying breath. “Let’s get in the truck.”
As Hyrule watched his partner lead the dazed drunkard by, he exchanged a look with Impa. She wasn’t nearly as amused as he was. He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Well, saves you an arrest.”
“Wastes your time, though,” she retorted, crossing her arms.
“Wastes Mo’s time,” Hyrule corrected. He finally got a smile out of her with that.
Mo got the patient settled on the bench seat and took some baseline vital signs, all of which were normal aside from a slightly elevated heart rate. He gave Hyrule a thumbs up, and the medic hopped in the driver’s seat up front. As he started to accelerate down the road, he tuned in to the conversation happening in the back.
“Dude, you’re like—jacked,” the patient commented. Hyrule nearly drove off the road from laughing so hard.
Mo sighed heavily. “How badly does your wrist hurt? Can you move your hand?”
“Oh yeah, for sure for sure,” the patient replied. Hyrule heard nothing for a moment and then the patient yelled. “Ok dude, maybe not maybe not!”
“All right, just rest your hand and take it easy,” Mo advised, leaning over to emphasize his point.
“Bro, I’m so glad you’re here ‘cause like this is serious,” the patient commented.
Hyrule was not going to survive this ride. He was going to be absolutely insufferable on the way back.
When they finally dropped off the patient to an even more exasperated looking Legend, the pair plopped in the truck and were silent for a moment.
“Dude,” Hyrule said seriously. “I am so glad you were there. He could’ve died.”
“Link, I swear to G—”
#writing#lu in healthcare#lu hyrule#lu mo#lu impa#I’ll just keep making up character tags fofudjwkw#lu drunk dude#Hyrule woke up and chose violence#he’s such a little snot and he’s proud of it#Mo just wants to go back to sleep
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HC hyrule, resuscitation
I finally got a job!!! I'm working at our local animal shelter
So for my bonus blorbo, HC wild?
I cant remember their jobs beyond time and hyrules 😭
"Okay, I need your opinion on this."
Hyrule glanced up from his snack to look at Wild, and he smirked mischievously. "Is that why you made me some food? To bribe me?"
Wild laughed. "No! I just--it's this medical scene in a show."
Oh heavens. Hyrule watched him, quirking his mouth and pulling a hesitant expression. "Uh... sure."
Smiling, his friend turned on the TV, pulling up a show. Hyrule didn't recognize it, but he wasn't sure that was a good thing or not. When the scene played, it showed two medics kneeling by an unconscious person.
"He's not breathing," the medic noted worriedly.
Hyrule raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as he watched it play out. When the medics didn't bother checking for a pulse, he shifted uncomfortably. Before he could really say anything, the patient suddenly had defibrillator pads on them, and the television medic said, "Clear!"
Hyrule blinked. "Wait, did they just--"
The patient jumped with a shock, and the medics glanced at the monitor. "We got a heart beat!"
The scene paused. Hyrule glanced hesitantly at Wild, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing.
Hyrule's expression soured. "You just did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Wild burst out laughing.
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For the ask:
Hyrule+ your choice + Racoon in a bow tie
(And I got my blood test back and it was normal. More testing needed but at least that's okay.)
"Hey, Rulie, mind giving me a hand?" Wild called from off the hiking trail.
Hyrule slid down the embankment a little, wandering further into the woods where his friend was sitting. It looked rather like he was wrestling with something with the way his torso turned, and--
Was that a raccoon he was holding?!
"What... are you doing?" he asked as he stared at his friend struggle to hold the creature. The raccoon, for its part, wasn't too upset, but it certainly seemed perturbed enough to wiggle.
"I convinced him over with some food," Wild explained. "Because I always thought it would be great to get a picture of a raccoon wearing a bowtie. Twi said it was ridiculous and impossible. Do you mind taking a picture?"
Honestly, the first question that came to mind was why did you even think of this but it was pretty funny. And Wild was bribing the raccoon with more snacks, calming it. Hyrule shut off the part of his mind that was over analyzing and saying injuries/rabies/wild animal and laughed, grabbing his phone to take a picture.
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HC Wind & HC Legend + socks
My good thing for the week is I finished the paperwork for a special independent study class with my favorite professor.
Wind rolled his eyes. "You didn't need to come check on me just because Wars is out of town. I'm not a kid."
"You're eighteen," Legend deadpanned. "That's a kid to me."
"I can drive. And buy whatever I need."
"You live off a student's salary. Which is literally nothing."
Wind's expression sourced even more, and he shot the travel nurse a grumpy look. Despite his youthful, exuberant energy, he didn't appreciate being babied. Honestly, these people acted like he hadn't had to scavenge for scraps through a war. He knew how to gather and maintain resources.
Speaking of which...
"Can you even call those socks at this point?" Wind noted, jabbing his finger accusingly at Legend's feet as Tingle trotted happily around him.
"Huh?" Legend looked down. "What's wrong with them?"
"Dude, I can literally see your toes," Wind emphasized. "They're more holes than socks. Don't you buy any?"
Legend shrugged. "I collect other stuff. Don't care about socks. Not the point. You need dinner."
"It is the point, actually," Wind huffed, crossing his arms. "I'm giving you my socks."
Legend's face scrunched. "Wind--"
Ignoring him, the respiratory therapy student marched into his bedroom, grabbed several spare pairs from the eight thousand he owned (his grandmother always made him some), and then pointedly showed Legend his sandwich that he was in the process of making.
"Take the socks," he ordered, shoving them into his friend's face. Defeated, Legend took them with a good-natured roll of his eyes.
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Can I maybe have something with HC Sky or Legend and... fun themed bandaids?
(As for something good... I’m happy I get to hang out with a doggo this weekend! Though I did have to run up the hill through some hail earlier to put her inside >_<)
-Sky Floor
"How did you manage to cut your finger at work?" Sky asked. "And then not notice?"
"I did notice," Legend snapped. "You think I wouldn't feel it every damn time I washed my hands? Do you know how often we wash our hands at work?"
Sky watched him, unconvinced, before reaching into his satchel. "Lucky for you, I carry a first aid kit."
"It's full," Legend noted.
"Yeah?"
"So you've never used it."
"Everyone's a critic," Sky sighed with a small laugh. "Just for that you get this one."
Legend blinked. "Wait. This isn't your first aid kit, is it?"
"It is."
"But it's the one Twilight gave you."
Sky's smile grew. "Yes."
Legend watched him, eyebrows steadily crinkling together in suspicion, until he looked down at the bandaid Sky lovingly wrapped around his finger. "Donald Duck?! Really??"
"It's appropriate," Sky quipped cheerily before jumping out of reach as Legend attempted to shove him.
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HC Legend and HC Warriors + horse :)
My good thing is that I went back to my dad’s house and the week has been brighter ever since :)))))
"They really are majestic," Warriors commented as he watched the horse of Lon Lon Ranch graze.
"I used to ride," Legend said with a smile. "That was a while ago, though."
"You should talk to Time and Malon," Wars suggested. "I'm sure they'd let you ride one."
Legend huffed. "And fall flat on my ass so you can laugh at me? Like hell. I'm more than happy to watch from here."
"Wow," Warriors huffed dramatically, putting a hand to his heart. "So little faith in your own abilities."
Legend's face reddened. "That's not what I--"
"You must have really sucked at horseback riding back in the day, all those decades ago."
"It wasn't decades--"
"Maybe you just don't ride anymore because the horse was embarrassed to let you near it."
"That's it!" Legend snapped, whirling on him. "We're both going through an obstacle course on horseback."
Warriors smirked. "You're on."
It was honestly a miracle neither of them died, but the person in greatest peril was poor Twilight, who laughed and wheezed so hard as he watched Warriors try to navigate anything on horseback while Legend tried too hard to show off with too rusty skills that Time and Malon were afraid the poor man had bust a rib.
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Could I request HC Hyrule + HC Time + a bike?
Time glossed over all the bikes in the shop, wondering which one would be best for Hyrule. After the young paramedic had damaged both his bike and himself a few days ago, he'd been quite glum, and Time wanted to cheer him up. But he was not exactly an expert on bikes.
What determined what would work best? This one had more talk about gears, another about durability... he had no idea what he was doing.
Desperate, he texted Malon, who did some quick online research to try and assist him.
You should ride it home to test it out his wife teased via text.
Time smirked. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
But he really should have worn a helmet, he realized, after testing the bike out at the ranch and finding the nearest rock to throw him off balance. Malon's laughs were all the impetus he needed to scramble to his feet, pointedly ignoring her commenting how trauma surgeons of all people should know to wear damn helmets.
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Dark healthcare humor content!
Hyrule: I hope the internet doesn’t start some other new stupid fad for kids to do.
Wars: What are you talking about?
Hyrule: A while ago somebody on social media started a challenge of mixing liquid meds like they’re drinks because of the flavors they put in them. The amount of poisoned patients we had to take in was ridiculous. They had a name for the fad but I can’t remember what it was. Legend, do you know?
Legend, not looking up from his book: Natural selection.
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I woke up with a sore throat and sneezing.
If you feel up to it, how would one of the healthcare AU boys handle waking up sick?
Legend knew it was going to be a pin when he woke up feeling congested. His stomach clenched uneasily, not quite nauseous but definitely not comfortable. His head pounded, his throat ached, and he was already over this.
I swear, if this is War’ head cold I’m gonna clobber him.
For a second, he felt relief - he could call out from work since he was sick! - and then he remembered that he worked in healthcare, that nobody cared if he was sick, that this was just a head cold and he would have to suck it up and deal with it.
He remembered Wind one time wishing everyone got sick so they would get a break, and Time had said what they’d all been thinking: “No, then we’d just be working and miserable.”
Trilling out a breath through his lips, he dragged himself out of bed. Some cold medicine would hold him over. He hopefully put a hand to the back of his head, feeling a little warm, but even a fever wouldn’t stop him from getting an occurrence if he called out, so there was no point in checking.
“Typical,” he grumbled as he wandered into the kitchen. There was some cold medicine that was still half full, so he took the prescribed about and washed it down with an energy drink before brushing his teeth and washing his face. His stomach… did not appreciate the concoction, so he carefully sipped some ginger ale to try and settle it.
His mood was certainly sour as he drove to work, but he tried to rationalize with himself. This did just feel like a bad cold - there was no point in lamenting not missing work, because there was no point in not going in. A cold wasn’t an excuse. It wasn’t like he was dying. He’d worked through far worse.
But the fact that he had to be sick while working was a pain.
When he trudged into the ED, Warriors shot him a suspicious look. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Legend grunted hoarsely. “Just a cold.”
“That’s what you get for working straight nights,” Wars commented with a click of his tongue. “Destroys your immune system.”
“So says the guy who sounded like a congested goose the other night,” Legend snapped. “Pretty sure you’re the one who got me sick!”
“That was allergies! I don’t have a cold!” Warriors argued.
Someone sneezed, making the two whirl in their direction to see Wild leaning against a stretcher, looking pale and miserable.
“It was you, wasn’t it!” Legend accused.
Wild blinked, confused. “Me?”
“You’re getting everyone sick,” Wars joined in. “Put a damn mask on!”
Wild rolled his eyes. “I’ve been wearing a—hey!!”
The transporter hissed as Legend and Warriors armed themselves with alcohol wipes and sanitation spray, warding him off like some hellspawn before grumbling as they got their assignments for the night.
#writing#lu in healthcare#lu legend#lu warriors#lu wild#Wild out here being a plague spreader#Don’t worry he masks at work! He got Legend sick after they got off and hung out together
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I’ve been stuck in the exact same place on the interstate for coming up on an hour (I’m not the one driving, so I’m safe to be on phone!). Can the healthcare AU boyos join me for some entertainment? 😂💞
Wild trilled his lips and blew hair out of his eyes for the third time. “So are we there yet or…?”
“We’ve been stuck literally in the same plot of space for a hundred years, what do you think?” Legend deadpanned.
“Is it that bad?” Wind asked. “Like how bad can it be that we’re still stuck here?”
Time, who had his head propped on a fist leaning against the side door, sighed heavily. “It could just be the cleanup, not the patient, that’s causing the delay.”
To his right, Warriors stiffened. “Do you hear…?”
Everyone quieted at his words, straining to listen. Legend reached forward between the front two seats to turn the radio down.
And then they all heard it. A helicopter.
“HA! I was right!” Legend shouted triumphantly, holding a hand out in front of a sour faced Wars. “They did call air medical. Pay up!”
Rolling his eyes, Warriors shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of rupees.
“Is it Sky?” Wind asked curiously, squishing his nose against the window.
The helicopter blazed overhead before slowly descending a few hundred feet in front of them, disappearing behind the sea of cars ahead.
Wild whipped out his phone.
Warriors did a double take. “What—are y out seriously texting him right now? You think he’s gonna answer??”
Wild shrugged. “Worth a shot.”
Rolling his eyes, the nurse looked ahead as Time continued to stare ahead in an attempt to ignore the headache developing.
Wild’s phone buzzed.
Everyone immediately whipped around to look at him.
Wild glanced at the text and smirked, turning the screen around so everyone could see.
Sky sent a selfie with him waving cheerily and a sea of cars on an interstate in the background from outside the cockpit.
“He really—” Warriors groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as even Time laughed.
#thank you to all the people finding random healthcare snippets and liking them LOL#helps me figure out what still needs to be reblogged over here XD#lu in healthcare#writing#lu sky#lu wild#lu time#lu warriors#lu wind#lu legend
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Memes with the Healthcare Boys
@kelneth shared the first meme with me and I about died laughing because YES so now I’m gonna make a post about memes the boys share with each other that will probably go over everybody’s head but it’s fun anyways 😂🤷🏻♀️
Warriors and Legend totally sent this to Four:
Four’s contribution to the group chat:
Wild definitely shared this and then actually did it at work:
Time loves this one so much that he often leaves incomprehensible scribble notes for the boys:
Hyrule sends a variation of this every time he has a patient who does this exact thing:
Twilight’s favorite:
When Sky sent this one Legend nearly cried from laughter:
And lastly, Wind’s favorite that he sends every time the whole city shuts down:
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Healthcare stuff - what sorts of feeling bad has Sky even hidden to make Time panic enough to go home???
Sky’s a very quiet guy in general, and because of that, he often doesn’t say when something’s bothering him. It isn’t him hiding it so much as him thinking it isn’t a big deal. He also is chronically exhausted, so between not commenting on feeling bad and thinking that whatever he’s feeling is normal, he had one instance where he passed out at the ranch and Time has been watchful since then. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes Sky needs to be redirected to rest and recover. It’s little telltale signs - usually he radiates warmth and comfort and is very approachable, but when he seems zoned out and doesn’t really care to listen when others are talking to him, something is often wrong.
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