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disease · 8 months
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EMS: SYNTHI AKS | est. MAR 1972
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vizreef · 1 year
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EMS Hi-Fli // guitar synth pedal - analog multi effect processor (UK, 1973)
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er-cryptid · 1 year
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bootleg-nessie · 2 months
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Bitches call me electromagnetic the way I’m on the spectrum
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DAVE
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@goodbiranger OMG
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dead-fandom-society · 4 months
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I had a dream last night that I was hired by a new ambulance company in a big city (I am an EMT in real life, for context) and the chief wanted to try a new program for mass casualty incident training that involved getting 100 volunteers, crushing them under a hydraulic powered concrete slab, and then having us go around and practice assigning priority tags based on the START triage system (black= deceased, red= emergent, yellow= injured/could become emergent, green= minor injuries/can walk away from the scene) and we found very quickly that the program wasn’t really effective because we were constantly only assigning black tags because the volunteers were always crushed into liquid. then my job title was kept the same except it now stood for Evil Medical Technician
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lost-in-reveriie · 3 months
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THE TORTURED POETS SOCIETY??
im sorry i need to fangirl lol
FR ITS LIKE ANOTHER VERSION OF DEAD POETS SOCIETY
it's all good I feel it lmao
BUT LIKE OMG???? I WAS CONVINCED SHE WAS GONNA ANNOUNCE REP SHES KINDA EVIL FOR THIS TRICKERY
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parasocial-paramedic · 2 months
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jaubaius · 1 year
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Wow!!
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just-a-girl-who-wrytes · 10 months
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Part 2
Transference.
This was the term David’s psychiatrist had mentioned when he expressed his feelings for Nikki.
It had been 7 months since he last saw her on the day he left the ICU but he still couldn’t shake the emotions and attraction he felt towards her. Developing an attachment to someone who cared for you was not uncommon David’s psychiatrist had told him, but it was just another mess in the tangled web of emotions and feelings he had to sort through after the shooting to be cleared for duty again. 
He had been discharged from the hospital, his body had healed, and while it didn’t leave him without aches and pains, he was grateful to be alive. Physical therapy was hard, but he had finally weaned himself off narcotics although he kept them on hand for days where Tylenol and Ibuprofen didn’t cut it. He spent a lot of time with his team after learning how to walk again. Even through the aches of working through his recovery, it was comforting being with them - just like it was comforting being with Nikki.
When Hondo mentioned the idea of taking her flowers, David jumped all over it.
Now to pray she was still working there.
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Nikki was charting on a patient when the doorbell to the unit went off. She paid no mind to it until she heard a voice ask if she was working. She stopped what she was doing, stepped over to the secretary’s desk where she could see the camera pointed at a man standing there with a bouquet of flowers. She knew immediately who it was. That gray and brown hair with a beard that was fuller than what she remembered him having, and brown eyes. She reached over the secretary’s shoulder and buzzed the 6’1” man inside.
David couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face when he saw her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her being.
“Look at you alive and walking,” Nikki told him with a smile.
He felt his cheeks redden as he watched her step out of the nurses station and step in front of him. He stood there blushing and smiling as she asked her nursing partner to keep an eye on her patients and instructed Deacon to follow her.
He followed her to what he assumed to be the break room on her unit. She motioned for him to sit down. He obeyed and kept his eyes on her as she took a chair adjacent to him.
“How have you been doing?” Nikki asked.
      “Alive and walking thanks to you. These are for you.” David said, handing Nikki the bouquet of red roses.
      “They are beautiful, thank you very much.” She smiled and took the flowers, her fingers grazing his.
      “It pales in comparison to saving my life, but I wanted to show my gratitude to you.”
      “I was just doing my job, Deacon.”
      His soul melted at the fact that she remembered him and the sound of her calling him his nickname.
      “I know, but you did it the best…” He paused and watched as she mentally engaged with what he was saying. “When I was laying on that table in the ER, the only thing I remember is your voice in my ear, comforting me. When I woke up here in the ICU, it was your voice that I heard and listened to and again when I came off the ventilator.”
      Nikki’s gaze grew somber, but reassuring.
      “Nikki, you were the only one who took time to explain everything to me and I will never be able to repay you for what that means to me.” Deacon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Nikki, I would appreciate it if you would allow me to take you out to dinner.”
      She smiled and began shaking her head, “Deacon… I can’t.”
      “Nikki, please, let me take you out for one meal… Please.”
      Nikki couldn’t believe this was happening. It was a first for her – being asked out by a former patient of hers. She knew there were no rules against it since she was no longer taking care of him, but it felt… wrong. Regardless, she couldn’t deny how attractive this man was. Tall, lean, and while brown eyes weren’t her favorite, they complemented his black, brown, and gray hair and beard perfectly. His demeanor was so… gentle.
      “Please…” Deacon spoke again, breaking her train of thought as she took him in.
      “Okay, okay,” She laughed and held her hands up in defeat, “ONE meal.”
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vizreef · 2 years
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EMS Synthi K // Synthesizer Touch Plate // UK 1971
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er-cryptid · 4 months
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Types of Open Injuries
Abrasion -- damage to the superficial layer of skin -- caused by a body part rubbing or scraping across a rough or hard surface
Laceration -- a deep cut in the skin -- has jagged edges
Incision -- a cut in the skin -- has smooth edges
Avulsion -- soft tissue is torn loose or hanging as a flap
Penetrating Wound -- injury resulting from a sharp, piercing object
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clivose · 2 months
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I bring a special type of stupid to my job that 3am doesn't really love
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vrepit-salt · 5 months
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You develop spidey senses at the station, not from being bitten by a radioactive spider
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mercyisms · 1 year
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[refits the tlt tinfoil hat over my head] alibi by the mountain goats is both augustine @ mercy and pyrrha @ wake. a rare and valuable intersection of two of the most tmg pairings this side of the tomb.
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