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RUBELLA (German Measles) & PREGNANCY
Dr. Deboshree Sarkar
Fellow Infertility Specialist
Dr. Deepak Goenka
Director, Institute of Human Reproduction
IVF Specialist
What is Rubella (German Measles)?
It is a contagious viral infection. If a pregnant woman acquires Rubella, she is at increased risk of miscarriages, stillborn and their developing babies are at risk for severe birth defects with devastating lifelong consequences. But the good thing about it is that once someone is infected or immunized, they acquire lifelong immunity. Many get this infection without even realizing it and develop immunity naturally.
Every woman before planning pregnancy should check their immunity by doing blood tests (IgG, IgM). If no immunity (i.e. IgG- negative) then they should be vaccinated against Rubella.
How Rubella spreads? What causes Rubella?
It can spread when an infected person coughs or sneezes (by direct contact with infected mucous from nose & throat).
During pregnancy, it can be passed from the mother to the unborn child through the bloodstream.
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3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million.
Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic.
The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.
I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.
It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases.
It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely.
The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe.
It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad."
It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.
Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body.
It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.
It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses.
People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.
(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.)
Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense?
They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."
Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.
Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.
People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it.
Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.
(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?")
One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.
I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.
She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.
And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile.
He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason.
I think about that a lot.
(Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.
He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.
He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired.
Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.
I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.)
Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.
But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.
It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.
(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)
(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!)
All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths.
Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.
We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons.
Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened.
During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID.
But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.
People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started.
COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example.
The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.
Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.
3,000,000.
Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000.
Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.
Five times as many.
That's bad.
I don't like that at all.
I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic.
Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:
Here's a non-paywalled link to it:
https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates
Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:
Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.
You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.
They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them.
These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)
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Who Do You Think I Am
This is my newest Eddie x Reader x Buck imagine, I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think.
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Eddie Diaz Masterlist
Evan Buckley Masterlist
Summary: When one of their kids isn't well, Buck goes to collect her from nursery and the 118 come to make sure she's okay. And there are more than a few choice words for the nursery staff about how they've acted.
Enjoy.
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"Are you going now?"
Glancing over her shoulder, (Y/n) scanned her eyes up and down Eddie's frame while her teeth sank down on her lower lip. He was wearing his work uniform, he didn't usually get dressed at home. He got changed into his gear once he got to the station, he must either be in a hurry or he'd brought his uniform home to wash it the other day.
Her arm tightened around the toddler sat on her hip who was cuddled up into her chest like some sort of baby monkey.
"Yeah or I'll be late. You still want me to pick you up tonight?" Eddie finished pouring the coffee in his travel mug and screwed it on tight before he looked over at (Y/n).
"Yeah- baby can you take a look at her before you leave, please?" Her arm bounced Ellie on her hip and her eyes travelled from the toddler back to Eddie.
She watched the way he glanced at the kitchen clock before he sucked in a deep breath and nodded. It would have to be quick, he was running out of time and he really didn't want to be late for the change from A to B shift.
He set his mug down near his keys and walked round the kitchen island, reaching his hands out for their youngest. Ellie was curled into (Y/n), her chest tucked into her mother's chest with her arms bound tight around the teddy in her arms. Her eyes were barely open from how tired she looked and she didn't even smile when Eddie stood in front of her.
He gently lifted her from (Y/n)'s arms, causing the two year old to grumble as Eddie sat her down on the counter and crouched down to be level with her.
"What's wrong?" He directed his question at (Y/n) while he pressed his hand against Ellie's temple, noticing she was a little warm but nothing to indicate a temperature or a fever.
"She's coughing a lot and she, I don't know, she doesn't seem herself." (Y/n) didn't want to worry.
They had done enough worrying over Ellie from the moment she was born three months premature. The first two and a half months of her life she had spent in the neonatal unit at the hospital and ever since they got her home, Ellie had been a happy but sick baby. She picked up any illness or infection going round. She held onto infections longer than usual and they wore her down.
She had been on a variety of antibiotics and she was only two years old.
(Y/n) didn't want to worry but she couldn't help it and she didn't want to send Ellie to nursery if she was coming down with something. If Ellie picked up a bad infection, they had to keep her home and get the doctor's advice on medicines. When one of the kids in Chris's class got the measles, they had to bring Chris home and isolate all the kids at home so none of them got it and passed it onto Ellie.
"Baby girl, let me look." Eddie pressed his finger to Ellie's lips until she opened her mouth. He then felt her throat and listened to her breathing.
(Y/n) could see the debate in his eyes. He didn't know whether sending her to nursery was such a good idea or not.
"Send her. If she was really bad she'd of been crying by now, and it's Buck's day off. If she feels worse he can bring her home."
"Okay."
Today wasn't such a bad day for childcare. Considering they had four kids in the house, the three of them did well to work around childcare. And it was Evan's day off today. If Ellie was coughing up a storm or had a fever, they wouldn't have to cancel shifts, Evan was here to care for her.
But they may as well send her since she wasn't complaining and if Ellie was very ill, she would of been crying and begging to stay home. It was worth getting her into the routine of nursery since she had only just started going two months ago and she was there three days a week.
If she felt worse, Evan could go get her, no problems.
"Alright, I love you both and I'll see you tonight." Eddie pressed a sloppy kiss to Ellie's cheek and lifted her up, gently settling her back down in (Y/n)'s arms.
He pressed his hand to (Y/n)'s chin and tilted her head up to meet his so he could steal a kiss from her lips. He bit down on her lip before he pulled back and he murmured a soft "Thank you," when (Y/n) handed him a slice of toast. She knew he hadn't eaten yet and wasn't likely to if he was going to walk right into a busy shift.
He headed out the kitchen, grabbing his flask on the way, and made a beeline for the hall that looked as packed and cramped as a school hallway.
His eyes trailed over his troop, smiling down at them as they were all getting ready. Chris was sat near the front door, tying up his shoes with his bag perched next to him. Lola was leaning back against the wall with one foot up on Evan's thigh so he could tie her shoelace for her since she couldn't do it herself yet.
And Maria was stood to one side with her backpack on and her hair in two pigtails so she could twist her head from side to side and have her hair bash against her cheeks. It was her way of stimming.
"Who's driving us?" Maria looked between both dads with a smile. She could tell that since Eddie was wearing his uniform, he was going to work whereas Evan was dressed casual. He was wearing jeans and a short sleeved shirt, and when she looked and saw her mum walking through, she could tell her mum was also going to work.
"I'm driving, and we're dropping mummy off at work today too." Evan patted Lola's leg as a sign that he was finished so she could stand on both feet again.
He had been at work until eleven o'clock last night but his silver lining was he had the next two days off. So he had the house to himself until he went to get Ellie from nursery, then he would pick up the rest of the kids and have the evening with them until Eddie and (Y/n) came home.
"Alright troop, I gotta go." Eddie grabbed his keys before he turned to the closest child, who happened to be Maria. He kissed her cheek, then moved to Lola, then finally Chris, giving them each a kiss and whispering a quiet 'love you' to them all.
He finally turned to face Evan who had his own keys swirling around on his thumb and his hand in his back pocket somewhat casually. He brushed his thumb across the side of Evan's neck and reeled him in for a kiss before he weaved around Chris to get to the door.
"Everyone be good for pops."
Eddie left the door open behind him for the rest of them to head out and get in 'the bus' as the kids always referred to it. Since they had a family of seven, they had what was effectively a mini-bus, something (Y/n) hated to drive but what was child's play for Evan and Eddie. Considering they could manage driving the trucks at work.
Both Chris and Lola followed after Evan and when he opened the back door, they climbed up and went right to the far back. There were two rows of three-seats in the back, and then two up in the front. Plus two seats in the boot that could fold up or pull out so they could effectively fit ten people in the car.
They strapped themselves in while Evan picked Maria up and clipped her in, and (Y/n) moved round to the other car seat to get Ellie strapped in. (Y/n) pursed her lips and sighed when Ellie didn't say anything.
The toddler wasn't always loud, but she usually babbled quite a lot and today she had barely spoken a word. She just closed her eyes and coughed quietly into her teddy.
"All good?" Evan looked over at (Y/n) when the pair of them climbed in the front.
"I don't think Ellie's very well… can you be on standby, if she seems unwell at nursery?"
Evan took a glance in the rear-view mirror as he began to drive. Ellie didn't look unwell, but she didn't look herself either. He turned the radio up to see if the music might liven her up. All the kids loved to sing, whether it was early in the morning or late into the night. The only time they didn't sing was when they were sick.
"Yeah, course I will."
(Y/n) nodded and managed a smile when Evan reached across and curved his hand around her thigh. When she was at work, she couldn't always answer her phone and both the school and nursery always seemed to ring (Y/n) first before they rang the boys. They even rang her regarding Chris because he thought of her as his mum and Eddie had added her and Evan to Chris's school record.
But she knew Evan would tell the nursery to ring him today, he was the only one with a day off who would be able to answer his phone straight away.
When he pulled up on the curb, (Y/n) leaned across and stole a few kisses from his lips before she looked in the back. "Alright, have a good day, I love you all." She blew a few kisses towards them before she hopped out, her work was first on the journey. Then the school, then the nursery on the way back because the older kids had to be at school before Ellie technically needed to turn up to nursery.
It didn't take long for Evan to arrive at the school and he got as close as he could to the gates.
He opened the back door and unclipped Maria first since she was the closest to him. He picked her up and set her down on her feet, helping her hook her arms through her bag straps while Lola hopped out, followed by Chris who bashed his crutches into the back of Evan's leg as he got out.
"It'll be me picking you all up today. Have fun and be good please."
"Bye papa."
"Bye baby, love you." Evan kissed the top of Lola's head and did the same to Chris, following them a few feet up the path until they were at the gates. But he looked down to his left when Maria pulled on his hand and started to sway back and forth on her heels.
"You love me too, papa?"
"You know I love you, sweetheart. Go on, good girl." He kissed her cheek and gave her a little nudge, waving and watching until they all got safely to the doors before he headed back to the car.
He opened the other back door and poked his head round to check on Ellie. He had been busy getting the girls up and sorted this morning while (Y/n) saw to Ellie, so he didn't know if she had been complaining she felt ill or if (Y/n) just noticed something was off.
"How's my baby, hm?" He leaned in the back and kissed her forehead which was a little warm. And his heart swelled when he got a smile out of her.
It was habit that all three of them referred to Ellie as the baby, even though she was now two years old. She was their youngest, and since she had been born premature, they were used to friends and family constantly asking 'how's the baby?' As everyone had been worried she wouldn't make it. And with all the infections and rough illnesses she picked up, she worried them even more.
"We go bed, papa?" She snuggled her face down into her teddy and smiled brightly when Evan started peppering her face with kisses.
"Hm, maybe later. You're going to nursery this morning, but I'll pick you up and you can spend the afternoon with me, how's that sound?"
He could see it in her eyes that she didn't want to go, but she didn't have the energy or the will to argue either. Ellie had grown up thus far being ill and constantly being cared and doted on by one of her three parents. Going to nursery was a change she wasn't too keen on. She didn't like being parted from any parent, but they were slowly getting her used to it.
It was hard on all three of them too because they were constantly worrying about Ellie and wondering if she was alright.
With a lasting kiss to her cheek, Evan closed the door and got back in the driver's seat. He turned the radio up a little more, but he felt his heart quicken when Ellie didn't sing or babble or even laugh. She only coughed and gave the occasional, cute sneeze.
Evan had a feeling she wouldn't last the whole day, something in his gut just told thim that he would be picking her up early.
Nursery didn't last as long as the school hours. The plan was usually for Evan to pick Ellie up first, take her for a drive or a walk somewhere, just the two of them. Then he would go get the other kids when they finished at half three.
But Evan didn't like being home alone, especially with both (Y/n) and Eddie at work today. So he would be relieved to pick Ellie up early, maybe after lunch so she at least had the morning at nursery. Then he could have the afternoon with his baby and then the rest of his kids.
He was going to end up seeing Maddie this morning anyway since she wasn't at work and Evan didn't like being alone.
"Come on then, baby. Off we go."
Evan gently unclipped her and swung her navy blue Fireman Sam bag on his shoulder as he let her curl up into his chest. She was tired and he was more than happy to cuddle her than have her walk inside.
He winced when she coughed into his neck, but she wasn't snuffly or finding it hard to breathe which was a relief. Her arms cocooned around his neck and she breathed softly against his neck as he walked into reception.
"Is it Ellie?" One of the women was halfway between the reception area and the play room with the other kids.
"It is," Evan gently eased her down to her feet and took her hand so he could walk over and put her bag on one of the hooks. The one thing he liked about this nursery was the fact that they didn't have too many kids here at a time. It wasn't too many kids to overwhelm or make Ellie nervous and that also meant there was less chance of her getting ill.
He let Ellie take the lead and drag him into the room before he crouched down in front of her and pulled her close.
"Be a good girl, I'll be back soon, okay?" He took a deep breath when Ellie flopped into his chest. She tucked her face into his shoulder and clung to his neck, leaning all her weight onto him so her legs bent and went floppy. "Go on, baby." He encouraged, kissing her temple before he tried to unhook her arms so she would go play.
She didn't seem too sure or very keen when one of the assistants came over and took her hand, but Ellie let herself be guided away from Evan.
Once she was out of sight and earshot, Evan moved his hands to his thighs and pushed up to his feet again. His sights set on the woman who led them inside and he plastered on a smile as he walked over to her, tucking his hands into his pockets as he walked.
"Hi, uh, Ellie's not feeling well. Her mum and her other dad are at work, so if she needs to come home, you'll just have to ring me today and I'll come back and get her." He knew if Ellie heard him say any of that, she would start crying and ask Evan to take her home if she knew he was willing to come back for her at any point.
And he didn't want them trying to ring (Y/n) or Eddie and panicking when they couldn't get hold of either of them. There was no point calling them when Evan was off and was the easiest to access his phone. And he was already panicking that Ellie was going to get upset and want to come home.
The only reason Evan had brought her in was because he knew he couldn't keep her home whenever he suspected she wasn't one hundred percent. They could play things safe with Ellie more than the other kids, but they couldn't always keep her home and try to smother her to protect her. They had done enough worrying about her already to last them a decade.
"Okay, I'm sure she'll be fine but I'll make a note."
"Thank you."
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A groan tumbled past Eddie's lips and he hung his head down when his spine clicked into place. He felt like someone had run him over with the truck. He was glad Evan wasn't on shift with him right now to see the discomfort he felt or Evan would fuss like a mother hen.
He shrugged off his shirt and grabbed a fresh one from his locker and the towel which he slung over his shoulder. A hot shower would do him some good and make him feel a bit more lively so he could get through the rest of his shift in one piece.
His head snapped up and crashed into the locker door, causing him to yelp when his phone rang.
That was lucky. He usually turned his phone on silent and kept it in his locker, he must have forgotten this morning.
With one hand cupping his temple which was now throbbing, his other hand rummaged around in his bag to find his phone before it stopped ringing. His eyes narrowed into a frown that set deep into his features when he looked over the caller ID.
Why was Ellie's nursery ringing him? Why did he already have a missed call off them from two minutes ago? They shouldn't be ringing Eddie when he was at work and Evan was the parent who was dropping off and picking Ellie up today. Why weren't they calling him?
"Hello?"
"Mr Diaz?"
"Yes… is Ellie okay?" He could feel his guts twisting themselves into knots while he sat down on the bench in front of the lockers. He arched his chest forwards to curve his spine and try to straighten out the tension he felt while he waited to know what was going on.
"Ellie was coughing this morning, but now she's started wheezing and she says her chest hurts. She isn't breathing very well, we think it'd be best if you could come and pick her up."
She wasn't having chest pains this morning, Ellie barely even coughed or croaked when Eddie looked at her this morning. To go from looking groggy and tired to wheezing was a little drastic and extremely worrying. But Eddie couldn't go and pick her up. He was at work. They should be ringing Evan and telling him this.
"Has she been sick? How bad is her breathing?" There were a million things coming to Eddie's mind about what the problem could be and what was happening. One of which was Ellie had just coughed a bit too harshly and given herself a bit of chest pain from straining. He hoped it was that. He prayed that was what was wrong.
"She's not been sick, but she is gasping and wheezing and she's getting herself upset."
"Okay… I'm sorry but why are you calling me, not my partner?" There was no question that Ellie was going home. Evan was going to have to go and pick her up.
"We couldn't get hold of her mother, so we called you."
"No, I get that but- you've rang me twice to get hold of me, why didn't you ring her other dad, Mr Buckley?" It felt so strange to hear Evan's last name passing through his lips. It had been a long time since Eddie had called him Mr Buckley and that was only when they were at some sort of formal place like the doctor's office or when they were registering the kids for school.
Surely if (Y/n) and Eddie hadn't answered the first time around, they should have tried Evan too. Was he alright? Why wasn't he answering? He had dropped her off this morning, hadn't he spoken to them when he took her in?
"We tried her mother first, then we tried you. It's protocol to call the parents-"
"He is her parent! Ellie has three parents and Evan is one of them. He dropped her off this morning for God's sake. I know you've got him on file."
Eddie could feel his blood beginning to boil.
They couldn't be serious. They couldn't be doing this to them. They had four kids together, Eddie had added (Y/n) and Evan as Chris's adoptive parents at his school. They had registered all the girls together at each nursery and school they went to and they rarely got this problem.
The one main issue they had was when they had Maria registered at a preschool and she had an accident. They kept insisting they could only speak to 'the real father' and didn't accept that both Eddie and Evan were equal fathers to Maria. They took her out of that school the same day and registered her somewhere else.
Sure, they got a few odd looks when they first applied and went to look round, but most of the staff had been accepting and a little curious. No one had been this rude to them in years.
"I- I'm sorry…?"
"It's fine, I'll ring him and he'll be there in five minutes." Eddie crudely hung up the phone, snaking a hand through his hair as he scrolled to find Evan's icon and call him instead. He couldn't be bothered to argue with the receptionist, not when he was at work and needed to go get changed ready for when the bell sounded.
Evan wasn't going to be happy about this, Eddie could already feel the anger and he hadn't even spoken to his partner yet.
"Hey babe, everything okay?" Evan didn't usually get phone calls from Eddie when he was at work. It wasn't that often that they did split shifts, they were usually on shift together, even if their schedules only lined up for half a shift and one left and the other stayed.
With (Y/n)'s job it was different, she could call them and have a conversation while she was on shift. But Eddie never rang while he was at work.
"Babe, can you go to nursery and pick Ellie up please?"
"What, why?"
Evan sat forward on the sofa, his back hunching over while he dragged his free hand along the back of his neck. What was Eddie talking about? Why had he been talking to the nursery? They were supposed to ring Evan if there were any problems and he had been a little worried that he hadn't heard anything from them by now.
"They called me, she's having breathing problems and they're worried, you need to go get her."
"No one rang me." The hurt was evident in Evan's voice and it made Eddie wince.
"I- I know babe, I know. I've already told them you're on your way, just let me know how she is when you get there please."
Evan muttered a quiet 'Will do' before he ended the call and grabbed his keys. He had a gut feeling he would be heading back to that nursery earlier than planned today, but Evan thought he would at least get the call himself. They had seen him drop her off, he had spoken to one of the girls who worked there. They had him as one of Ellie's contacts, he was one of her dads.
His fingers drummed against the steering wheel and every now and then he moved his hand to scratch his jaw and drag his nails down his neck. He could feel the anger radiating through him and it was bustling out of him in waves.
What was wrong with her this time? Was he going to have to make another trip down to the emergency room?
Evan hated taking any of the kids to the emergency room on his own; he would have to call (Y/n) at work and ask her to meet him there. He would ring Eddie back and check whether the hospital was busy today or not. An ambulance might be quicker than sitting in the waiting room.
He dragged his hand across his face to liven himself up and see if it would somehow wipe away the angered, hardened expression he found staring back at him in the rear view mirror.
By the time he climbed out the jeep, he was shaking and his hands were balled into fists which he shoved in his jacket pockets.
He stormed into the reception he had been in less than six hours ago and drummed his hand against the counter as he waited for someone to talk to him.
"I'm here for Ellie, what's happened?"
"Someone to collect little Ellie."
Evan's eyes darted to the double doors ahead of him when he realised there was a lady leaning out, obviously waiting for someone. She nodded and beckoned Evan over. It was the girl he spoke to this morning. She held the door open for him for him and he hurried after her and followed her through the main room.
"She's right this way."
He could feel a wave of relief wash through him at finally seeing a familiar face. He would finally get some answers out of her and find out why no one called him and be told exactly what was wrong with his daughter.
"We tried contacting her parents-"
"Who do you think I am?"
The words flooded past Evan's lips before he could stop himself and he found his hands curling back into fists to try and calm himself down. His nails punctured into the palm of his hands and his head tilted to the side when the woman turned around to face him.
"I- I'm sorry?" She paused, one hand on the door that led into the small kitchen at the back. Clearly they wanted Ellie out the way of the other kids to try and calm her down.
"I've dropped my daughter off here before work a hundred times, I brought her in this morning and spoke to you. I told you if there were any problems, call me. But no one did, I had to find out second-hand that something was wrong. Who do you think I am, the babysitter?"
Did this girl honestly think Evan was the babysitter or Ellie's uncle? Did she think Evan was just a friend of the family who helped out and brought Ellie here on his days off? She had seen Ellie cling to him and kiss him goodbye. When Ellie was in her brighter mood she would kiss him on the cheek and say goodbye papa.
Did all of that mean nothing or go in one ear and straight out the other with this girl? What did she think happened or was going on when three different people brought Ellie into nursery and Ellie seemed attached and referred to them all as her parents?
At the very least, Evan thought this lady would have gotten the wrong impression and thought he was her stepdad or her mum's new boyfriend if she was that confused. Clearly she didn't think he was anyone of importance.
"I- well, um,"
"Her name is Buckley-Diaz and I'm Mr Buckley, that doesn't give you a clue, at all?"
Evan waited with raised brows and hunched shoulders but when the girl just stared at him and gawped, Evan sighed. There was no point debating this any further. Clearly they didn't care to work out what was going on or come to grips with the fact that Ellie was lucky enough to have three loving parents and not just two.
"She has two dads, one of them is me. If you have a problem with that, I won't hesitate to switch childcare providers."
With that said, Evan moved past her and pushed open the kitchen door and briskly walked inside. His eyes landed on Ellie straight away. His youngest was sat on a little plastic chair near the window, leaning forward like she was about to fall asleep sitting up. But the way she was trembling and cuddling her teddy to her chest told Evan she really wasn't well.
As soon as Ellie lifted her head, Evan saw the tears streaking down her face and he suddenly realised she was wheezing.
"Papa!" The word was breathless and crackled like static and she unhooked one arm from around her teddy to reach out for Evan when he knelt down in front of her.
His hands found her waist and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek while he rested her elbows on his knees and balanced back and forth on his heels. His thumbs brushed across her sides and he managed a calming smile when she looped her arm around his neck and tucked her temple against his so she could press a sloppy, gasping kiss to his cheek.
"Hi baby. What's wrong, hm? Tell me what's the matter." Evan kissed her again before he gently sat her up straight so he could look at her properly.
He watched her unhook her arm from his neck so she could tap her chest while she dropped her teddy to rest on her thighs. "Chest hurts, papa. Sore." She patted her chest before she moved her hand near her throat and back down again. Everything hurt. Breathing was a struggle, she wanted to cry but it made her gasp and her throat felt raw and broken.
"Let me see, baby."
Evan cupped one hand on her neck to check her pulse and he moved his other hand to gently cup her chin. He pressed his thumb against her lower lip to get her to open her mouth so he could take a look. Her throat looked red raw and inflamed and he didn't like how hard it was for her to breathe. Her pulse was quite high too.
With pursed lips, Evan leaned back, trying to stay calm so Ellie wouldn't panic as he rummaged around in his back pocket for his phone. But when he went to stand up, Ellie stretched her arms out and made a loud, croaky scream that had Evan shuddering and cringing.
"I'm not leaving, baby. Come're, shh I'm right here." In an instant, Evan leaned down and scooped Ellie up into his left arm so he could cuddle her into his chest.
He moved to stand near the window, gently bouncing Ellie in his arms every few seconds while he made a phone call. He leaned back so she could curl up on his chest and he felt her fingers scrunching up in his shirt as if to make sure he wouldn't dare put her back down.
"Buck, how is she?" Eddie's panicked voice came through the receiver within two rings and Evan guessed he had kept his phone in his pocket rather than his locker for any news.
"I'd guess tonsillitis, I'm taking her down to the emergency room, again."
"Again- fuck, that's the third time this year. Buck, I can come down and get you in the ambulance, then you won't have to wait, the emergency room was packed this morning when we dropped a few patients off. We can come down, just stay there."
That would make the third time that Ellie had gotten tonsillitis, and the doctors wouldn't do anything about it unless she got it at least seven times in a year. All they would do was give her antibiotics and tell them to keep her home and keep her fluids up. If she got worse or got a temperature, they would be back to the doctor for an inhaler, more meds and a chest X-ray.
Eddie couldn't see why they wouldn't just remove her tonsils and he done with it. This wasn't fair on her, always getting ill and forever getting chest infections, but there was nothing they could do to persuade the doctors otherwise.
"You sure?" Evan knew what that meant. He knew that meant the team would come down to this if Eddie made it a call out.
More to the point, the team would find out that Eddie and Evan were in a relationship together, and that they had kids. That they were in a poly relationship with someone else.
The team were open minded and always easy going and understanding, but the boys thought it better to keep their lives private. They didn't know what kind of looks they were going to get. It was bad enough that Evan's parents had reacted horribly to the news and used to ask Evan to find out if the girls were his or Eddie's.
And with Eddie's family being devout Catholics, they hadn't been impressed he'd entered a relationship with two other people at the same time. The team were loving and caring and understanding, but the boys didn't want any strange looks or frowns from the people they thought of as their family.
"We're coming down to you right now, babe. Call (Y/n), get her to meet us at the hospital. I'll see you both soon."
Evan found himself smiling and he leaned his cheek against Ellie's head and continued to sway her side to side. When he scrolled through his phone for (Y/n)'s contact, he stopped and looked down at Ellie as her hand scrunched up in his shirt and gave a small tug for his attention.
"We go home?"
"No, baby. Daddy's coming down to see us, you can see him in his uniform and ride in daddy's ambulance."
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"Where are we going?"
Eddie ran his hands up and down his thighs and tilted his head back into the headrest when the truck took a right turn and had them all leaning to one side. He glanced across at Ravi who was switching between looking out the window and glancing over at Eddie and Chimney.
"My daughter's not well, we're gonna go take her to the emergency room." He moved his hands to grip his knees and he scratched his nails through his overalls.
He hadn't expected Bobby to say no when he approached and asked if they could go on a personal call. The moment he explained his daughter wasn't well and needed a trip to the emergency room, Bobby understood. He understood Eddie didn't want his partner or child to be waiting in the queue that had been out the door.
Not when Ellie could barely breathe and she was a high priority. Whereas if the team assessed her and took her, they could take her through the paramedics entrance at the hospital and she would see a doctor sooner than being in the waiting room for hours.
"How come?" Chimney had learned that they could ask Eddie questions about his private life if he opened the door and started the conversation. Otherwise, no one pried because he clearly liked to keep things private. They knew he had a partner and kids, but that was it. No no one had met any of them.
It was the same with Evan, no one asked him about his private life because he wouldn't offer anything up.
"She was a preemie, born three months early." Eddie tilted his head to the left and looked out the window as his hands left his knees and rung together between his thighs. "Picks up any infection going and nursery said she's not breathing well."
He couldn't have been more relieved when the truck pulled up outside the nursery.
Eddie had been expecting him and Hen to arrive in the ambulance while the rest of the team waited back at the station. But Bobby said they would all go and treat this like any other call out, and if they got another call on the way then everyone would be together and ready to divert after Eddie had been dropped at the hospital.
He climbed down and grabbed one of the medic bags from the side compartment before he led the way inside. Eddie grabbed the reception door and flung it open with haste and an air of confidence that almost rattled the walls.
His head turned to the left and his lips pursed when he watched the receptionist look him up and down with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. It was Daphne, the lady who had called Eddie less than an hour ago about Ellie, the one Eddie rarely spoke to whenever he dropped Ellie off.
"Mr Diaz," The surprise was evident in her voice and she darted to look towards the main room and back again. Clearly Evan hadn't told them he had called for back up.
"Where's Ellie?" He didn't have the time or the patience to play nice. Eddie wanted his family and he wanted to get out of here.
"In the kitchen."
As soon as Daphne pressed the button to unlock the door, Eddie stormed through with Bobby and Hen hot on his heels.
He didn't bother to smile at the carers or the toddlers who stopped to see who was storming through. Eddie didn't feel like smiling. He felt like screaming. not only had they pissed him off by disrespecting his boyfriend, they clearly hadn't called for any help or thought to contact a doctor whereas Evan clearly thought Ellie was bad enough to need to go to the hospital.
The sight in the kitchen was enough to melt Eddie's hardened exterior and his lips managed a smile when he looked around.
Evan was sat at the small round table, slouched back in the chair with one hand on the back of Ellie's head and the other hand on her back to try and keep her stable on his chest. He had his lips smothering the top of Ellie's head, but the moment they both heard the door open, the toddler was looking off in that direction.
"Daddy!"
"Hey little girl." Eddie grinned softly and dropped his medic bag on the middle of the table.
For a second, he forgot that the rest of the team were following behind him. He didn't think before he acted, not that it really mattered anymore, and he curved his hand around to cup the back of Evan's neck. His lips pressed down on Evan's forehead and his thumb glided over the back of his neck until he was shivering from the contact.
Eddie reached out with his free hand and grabbed the wooden chair behind him and dragged it over so he was sat in front of Evan with their knees bumping together.
"Alright, let me take a look at you, little one." He waited for Evan to spin Ellie around to face him before he reached out to cup her chin. He felt that her throat seemed a tiny bit swollen, unlike this morning, and he could already see the inside of her mouth was inflamed.
Ellie let him check her temperature and she stayed limp and mobile while Evan leaned her forward over his arm so Eddie could use the stethoscope to listen to her lungs and how croaky her breathing was.
"Buck?" Bobby stood in the corner of the room and moved his hands to his hips as he raised a brow. Eddie never mentioned anything about Evan being his partner. He could have sworn Eddie had mentioned the name (Y/n) more than once. Maybe he had gotten it wrong.
"Are you-"
"This is our daughter Ellie." Eddie didn't want to wait around and have them play the guessing game or stand and stare, trying to study and figure out what they were to each other.
He whipped the stethoscope from his ears and chucked them back in the bag before he rummaged around for a blood pressure cuff. With Evan here to hold her, Eddie might be able to get a reading. Ellie hated her blood pressure being taken and neither of them could blame her, it wasn't a nice feeling.
But Eddie paused and looked back at Ellie when her hand batted against his shoulder. She waited for him to look at her before she started to pat her chest and whimper. It was hurting again. And they all watched with sympathy in their eyes when Ellie started to croak and cough which turned into gasping cries from the pain it caused.
"Hurts,"
"I know, I know little one. Alright, let's get her in the ambulance."
When Eddie stood up and hooked the bag back over his shoulder, Evan turned Ellie around so she could cuddle back up into his shoulder with her face burrowed into the crook of his neck. But his eyes went straight back to Eddie and he watched his partner turn to face the care assistant who was still stood in the corner of the room.
"Don't expect us to bring our daughter back here again."
Evan pushed himself up onto numb legs and grabbed Eddie's hand, squeezing tightly as he led the way out after Hen and Chimney. He had seen the look of thunder on Eddie's face the moment he walked in here and he had heard the frustration in his voice over the phone.
If they weren't going to be understanding or even try to listen to them, they weren't bringing Ellie back here. They had to understand that she had three parents and they had to listen to each of them. They couldn't just make presumptions or ignore Evan like they had done today.
Eddie wouldn't stand for them being so rude to his boyfriend like that.
A tender smile flickered onto Evan's face when he felt Eddie's hand on his lower back and his partner follow close behind until Eddie's chest was almost bumping into his back with each step.
Bobby and Ravi headed back to the truck and took Eddie's bag with them while Chimney climbed in the driver's seat of the ambulance. And Hen opened the back doors, beckoning the boys to hop in before she followed after them.
Evan perched himself down on the gurney and sat Ellie on his lap with her back slouched into his chest. His hands splayed out on her chest and tummy and he smothered his lips into the top of her head while Hen and Eddie sat down in front of them.
"Is she your only child?" Hen scanned her eyes between the boys who both shared a look while Eddie bit down on his lip, leaving Evan to answer this one.
"You're the baby, aren't you?" He murmured into the top of Ellie's head. "We've got four. Chris, Lola, Maria, and then Ellie."
While Hen muttered a quiet "Damn." With wide eyes, Eddie looked through one of the drawers on his left and found a steroid inhaler. It was a very weak dosage that would do Ellie some good to try and get her throat and airways open so she could breathe easier.
"Let's try some of this, see? Big breaths, like daddy, and it will feel better." Eddie pressed the white pen-like inhaler to his lips and took a deep breath. He tried to smile and stop himself from coughing at the taste, but he knew if he or Evan didn't try it first, there was no way Ellie was going to believe them and have a go herself.
She squirmed back into Evan, whining and shaking her head until Evan kissed her cheek. "Be a good girl for us, hm? Then we can tell mummy how good you've been."
"Mummy?" Ellie tipped her head back into Evan's chest, coughing and croaking as she stared up at him.
"Yeah, mummy's gonna meet us at the doctors, you wanna make her proud, don't you?"
She scrunched up her nose and curled her lips, but when Eddie pressed the inhaler closer, she didn't pull away. Her eyes sparkled when Evan sucked in a deep breath and puffed out his chest to get her to imitate him while Hen grinned at the pair of them.
Ellie copied Evan and reached both her hands out to hold Eddie's wrists as she tried to breathe in the inhaler. But as soon as the powdered steroids got into her lungs, she gasped. Her short nails scratched the back of Eddie's hands and she wriggled back into Evan, screaming as much as she was able to with the little breath she had left.
"Baby please- Ellie no- okay, okay all gone, see? It's gone now." Eddie wrenched out of her rather tight grip and handed the inhaler to Hen so she could hide it.
He dropped his head down and sighed, shaking his hands to get some feeling back from where she gripped him and his thigh burned from how she had kicked him in her panic.
"You're a little fuss-pot, you know that?" Evan murmured quietly as he rubbed his chest that now felt bruised from where she bashed her head back into him. It had only been an inhaler, it wasn't as if it actually hurt to take it and it must have made her feel a little better, even if it didn't feel normal for her. She knew they weren't trying or going to hurt her.
"I wonder who she gets that from." Hen dead-panned as the three of them felt the ambulance pull to a stop.
"Not me. Come on, let's go find mummy." Leaning over, Eddie gently scooped Ellie up from Evan's lap and climbed out the back. He felt Evan's hands on his shoulders and both of them found (Y/n) straight away.
She was stood to the far side just shy of the ambulance entrance, leaning her shoulders and one foot up against the wall. With her arms folded over her chest and her bag hanging off one elbow.
When her eyes locked on them, her lips curved into a soft smile and she pushed off the wall to aim for her guys and their youngest baby.
Evan reached her first. He weaved beside Eddie to meet (Y/n) halfway and his hands found her hips while his lips attached to her forehead. Their phone call had been brief but (Y/n) had immediately agreed to meet them here at the hospital. Ellie would need all of them if she was going to be seen by a doctor because they could guarantee she would get distressed and have a meltdown or some kind of tantrum.
She gripped Evan's waist and leaned up to kiss his cheek before she reached out for Eddie. His arm curled around her waist and she pecked his lips while Ellie scrambled to get into her arms.
"Mummy,"
"I'm here, baby. Come on, what have you been doing, hm?"
When Evan turned his head to the side and noticed the smile playing on Hen's lips, he could feel his cheeks flushing pink and a blush crept up the side of his neck. "We'll introduce you all later."
"Hm, I'm counting on it."
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Adolf Hitler's time-line
This is Adolf Hitler, The Fuhrer, timeline:
1889: He was born in Vienna.
1892: the family moved to Passau, Germany, where the future dictator acquired his Low-Bavarian accent that would accompany him in the orations of his future political life.
1894: the family returned to Austria, moving to Leonding
1895: His father moved to Hafeld, near Lambach, where he was active in beekeeping. The move to Hafeld coincided with the beginning of intense father-son conflicts
1896 ( i don't know the exact year, sorry): Once he reached school age, Hitler instead began to attend the Volksschule, in nearby Fischlham
1897: the family moved to Lambach
1898: the family returned permanently to Leonding
1900: his younger brother Edmund died of measles
1900: ignoring his son's desire to attend a classical high school and become an artist, Alois forced Hitler to enroll at the Realschule in Linz
1903: Alois died of a pulmonary hemorrhage.
1908: His mother, Klara, dies.
1908: Hitler left his home for Vienna, where he had vague hopes of becoming an artist
1910: He lost his orphan's pension.
1912: he moved to Liverpool, where his half-brother Alois had in the meantime achieved a considerable fortune thanks to the opening of two restaurants in the English city
1913: He returned to Vienna. It was in Vienna that Hitler began to approach anti-Semitism.
1913: Hitler moved to Munich to avoid military service in the Austro-Hungarian army.
1914: Hitler enlisted as a volunteer at the age of 25 in Kaiser Wilhelm II's Bavarian army, being assigned to the 1st Company of the 16th "List" Infantry Regiment, belonging to the 6th Reserve Division. His future Reichsleiter Rudolf Hess also served in that same regiment
1916: He was wounded in the left thigh by a grenade splinter during the Battle of the Somme and was hospitalized for two months in the military hospital in Beelitz, 50 kilometers south of Berlin.
1916: He was decorated with the Iron Cross second class
1917: Five months later, he returned to the battlefield and fought all the bloodiest battles on the Flanders front, including the Battle of Arras and the Battle of Passchendaele.
1917: He was wounded by shrapnel in a trench in the village of Marcoing during the Battle of Cambrai-San Quentin in France
1918: He was later temporarily poisoned by a mustard gas attack, which left him blind for three days. He was immediately admitted to Pasewalk Military Hospital where, according to some sources, he learned the news of the German defeat on November 9th.
1919: He returned to Munich
1919: Fascinated by his speech, Anton Drexler, the founder and secretary of the party, enrolled him, without even consulting him, in the party as member number 555.
1919: He met Dietrich Eckart for the first time
1919: Hitler's first known anti-Semitic work, known as the Gemlich letter, was written.
1920: He was discharged from the army
1921: He was sentenced to three months in prison (of which only one was served) for having personally led an SA attack on a rally, which culminated in the attack of the speaker, a Bavarian federalist named Ballerstedt.
1923: Hitler and other extremists attempted the failed Munich Putsch.
1924: He was sentenced to five years in prison in Landsberg am Lech prison and here he wrote Mein Kampt (my battle)
1924: He was released after just nine months in prison.
1925: The first part of Mein Kampf was published
1925: Hitler established the SS
1928: The Nazi Party failed miserably in the 1928 elections
1930: Hitler assumed the position of Oberste SA (supreme leader), entrusting the position of military commander (Stabschef) of the SA to Ernst Röhm
1930: the Nazi Party suddenly rose from obscurity and gained over 18% of the vote and 107 seats in the Reichstag, making it the second largest political force in Germany
1931: His niece Geli (they were supposedly having an affair) commits suicide.
1932: the Nazis achieved their best result, winning 230 seats and becoming the party with a relative majority; Thanks to this victory, Hitler also managed to finally obtain German citizenship.
1933: He was appointed Chancellor of Germany
1933: Using the pretext of the Reichstag fire, Hitler issued the "Reichstag fire decree" on 28 February 1933, less than a month after taking office. The decree suppressed most of the civil rights guaranteed by the 1919 constitution of the Weimar Republic in the name of national security.
1933: Dachau concentration camp opens its doors
1934: After Hindernburg's death, Hitler, who was the Chancellor, could not also become President of the Reich (head of State), created a new position for himself, that of Führer, which in practice allowed him to combine the two roles. He was Führer und Reichskanzler (Reich leader and chancellor). From 1934 until his death there was no Reich President in Germany.
1935: The Nuremberg Laws were proclaimed
1935: he had to have a polyp removed from his throat, which led to relapses later
1935: Hitler repudiated the Treaty of Versailles, reintroducing conscription in Germany.
1936: Hitler violated the treaty of Versailles again by occupying the Rhineland demilitarized zone.
1936: when the Spanish civil war broke out, Hitler sent troops to help Francisco Franco's rebels
1936: On Goebbels' idea, Hitler hosted the 11th Olympiad in Berlin
1936: There was the signing of a friendship treaty between the Kingdom of Italy and Germany in Berlin
1937: Hitler held a secret meeting in the Reich Chancellery, in which he declared his plans for the acquisition of "living space" for the German people.
1938: With a plebiscite Austria joined Germany (the so-called Anschluss) and Hitler, who thus laid the foundations of Greater Germany, made a triumphal entry into Vienna
1938: This led to the Munich Agreement of September 1938 in which the United Kingdom and France, with the mediation of Mussolini, weakly gave in to his demands to avoid war, thus "sacrificing" Czechoslovakia, which was occupied.
1939: The Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact is signed.
1939: The Germans enter Prague, occupying Czechoslovakia.
1939: The military alliance with Fascist Italy known as the Pact of Steel takes shape.
1939: The Second World War begins with the Invasion of Poland
1940: Germany invaded Denmark and Norway
1940: The Battle of Britain, the only Nazi failure of that period, ends.
1940: In May, a flash offensive began that quickly swept through the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg and France.
1940: The Auschwitz concentration camp opens its doors.
1941: Yugoslavia and Greece are invaded.
1941: Martin Bormann gives him Blondi.
1941: Operation Barbarossa began.
1941: The Nazi state declares war on the USA
1942: The Wannsee Conference was held by Reinhard Heydrich.
1943: The Battle of Stalingrad, considered by many historians as a turning point in ww2, ends.
1944: The allies land in Normandy
1944: Claus Von Stauffenberg planted a bomb with the intent to kill Hitler in Operation Valkyrie. The operation failed.
1945: He married Eva Braun.
1945: He killed himself.
Sources:
Wikipedia: Adolf Hitler
Military Wiki: Adolf Hitler
Hitler and his loyalists by Paul Roland
I DON'T SUPPORT NAZISM,FASCISM OR ZIONISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS JUST AN EDUCATIONAL POST
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Silas and Wren #6
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Warnings: lots of slavery talk, dehumanization, mention of measles, death mentions
“Do you miss your family?” asked Master.
“Hm? Oh. I dunno.” Wren looked down at the board. “I didn’t know my mom very well. Your move.”
Master moved his rook over three spaces.
“Me either,” admitted Master. “What about your dad?”
“I never met him,” he said. Wren moved up his pawn.
“Oh. Siblings?”
“I don’t know if I have any.”
“Well that sucks.” Master’s candidness almost made him laugh.
“I guess I miss that I don’t have any family? If that makes sense.”
“No, I get it,” said Silas, “How come you didn’t get to know your mother? Surely you were with her for a while.”
“Oh, I was sold off at eight. Master Lewett didn’t like keeping his slaves' children around. Check.”
Master hummed as he studied the board. Wren didn’t really like chess. He didn’t mind complicated rules, but the pieces and the board were so boring.
Silas moved his bishop in front of his king. Damn.
“What was your mom’s name?”
“He called her Willow.” Wren liked carcassonne more than chess. The colorful pieces in the shape of little men were fun. More than the black and white chess set.
He saw an opening that Silas had missed.
“Checkmate.”
“Dang.”
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Silas told Wren he would be out running errands all day. It was true, but he couldn’t tell Wren what he was doing. He couldn’t forgive himself if he got Wren’s hopes up and failed.
“Hello, sir! Is everything okay with your purchase? We do have a return policy-”
He made his way back to the slavehouse. If he could just find that salesman again…
“No, no, everything’s fine. I was wondering, is there a way to track down a specific slave?” he asked.
“Well…” said the man, stroking his chin. “I suppose it’s possible. Do you have the name of an owner, or anything specific?”
“A Mr. James Lewett? He owned a woman he called Willow, who had a child while serving him. I’m looking to purchase her.”
“I’ll see what I can do. One of the other slavehouses may know the name. There will be costs involved, however, and I can’t promise anything.”
“That’s fine. And I’ll pay whatever you need to get it done.”
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The salesman, Mark, promised to look for Wren’s mother and family. It hadn’t cost much actually, just a fee for Mark’s time, and a small amount for postage. All he had to do was wait.
It wasn’t fair that Wren didn’t know where his mom was. Even though Silas had his own issues with his family, at least he knew they were alive. He knew where he came from, knew his last name, his family’s personalities.
Wren couldn’t say the same for his family. He didn’t even know who his dad was. Or even if he had siblings.
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Waiting for the information was killing him. Keeping such a big secret from Wren was difficult, but he couldn’t afford to tell him what he was up to. What if Mark didn’t find anything? Or worse?
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Days turned to weeks, weeks turned into a month, until a month and a half into waiting, Silas finally got a letter.
Dear Mr. Raventoothe,
Please forgive the delay. Your request was rather in-depth, and oddly difficult to investigate.
I contacted Mr. Lewett. Regretfully, Mr. Lewett had sold ‘Willow’ some years ago, to a slavehouse. He has no recollection of any potential relatives of ‘Willow’, nor any potential slaves who may have fathered your purchase (forgive the assumption, I presume that’s what this is about).
Mr. Lewett indicated ‘Willow’ may have birthed several children, but not under his ownership. Your companion was her only child during her years there, according to his memory.
I did reach out to the slavehouse, and according to their records, 'Willow' (designated 11053) was sold to a Mrs. Benson.
Mrs. Benson died of old age a year ago. At my request, the family went through her records and found this:
11053 was renamed ‘Honey’, and worked as Mrs. Benson’s maid for many years. The family has fond memories of her, and she was one of their favorites. Unfortunately, ‘Honey’ died from a measles outbreak five years ago. My condolences.
I also reached out to the slavehouse where Lewett purchased ‘Willow/Honey’, but they closed due to a fire and reopened in another location. The files were either destroyed in the blaze or lost in the move. However, It may please you to know that no merchandise was harmed in the accident.
It pains me to tell you that it is impossible to locate any potential father or siblings of your companion. Slaves are often renamed, relocated, or sold and purchased privately. Often there are no records of their children until they are sold, and it is rare their parentage is noted in any capacity.
Regards, Mark.
P.S: Enclosed is the remaining postage fee that I did not use.
God damn it. Silas teared up. Willow was dead. From illness that could have been prevented. She had died five whole years ago, and Wren had no idea. And he probably had brothers and sisters out there. Living siblings that he would never know.
It wasn’t fair. Sniffling, he stuffed the letter back in its envelope and shoved it in his desk.
He’d keep the letter, but Wren didn’t need to know that he failed to locate his mom. Maybe at some point he’d tell Wren his mother passed away, but for now the letter would stay hidden in his desk drawer.
“Is everything alright, Master?”
He whirled around.
“Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine,” he said, wiping his eyes. Wren looked a little suspicious, but said nothing.
“Um,” his mind raced. “How about a game of carcassonne?” He knew that was Wren’s favorite.
“Okay,” said Wren, still unsure. Silas got out the box. Thankfully, he ordered the river expansion and they hadn’t played with it yet.
Hopefully Wren wouldn’t notice how distracted he was.
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Over the past few days, three more measles cases have been reported at an elementary school in Broward County, Florida, raising the total to six, according to local media reports citing school district officials.
Earlier in the week, the Florida Department of Health in Broward County said it is investigating several cases at an elementary school in Weston, Florida, located about 20 miles west of Fort Lauderdale. It said those at risk include those who haven't received the full measles, mumps, and rubella (MMR) vaccine series and those who are immunocompromised. The agency said it is identifying susceptible contacts who may be candidates for MMR or immunoglobulin post-exposure prophylaxis (prevention).
The district said 92% of students at the school have been vaccinated against measles and that they will be offering free MMR vaccination at the school this week for students and families.
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A 4-year-old from Detroit has a confirmed case of the measles, and potentially exposed others while seeking treatment for the highly infectious virus at DMC Children's Hospital of Michigan, an urgent care center and a pharmacy in the city, the Detroit Health Department announced Wednesday.
It is Michigan's fifth documented measles case this year.
The child was unvaccinated, said Dr. Claudia Richardson, the city health department's medical director, and had no history of international travel. Measles is so contagious, 90% of unvaccinated people who are exposed to the virus will become infected.
City health officials said they are working with the state health department to investigate where the child might have been exposed to the virus. So far, however, the case appears to be isolated, Richardson said.
"This is definitely an ongoing investigation," she said, "so we're in the middle of that. At this time, we do not have a source of the infection."
The child was not hospitalized, Richardson said, but was treated in the emergency department at Children's Hospital and is now following isolation protocol.
Anyone who was at the following places at these times and dates may have been exposed to the virus:
From noon to 3 p.m. April 1 at Acadian Urgent Care, 2117 Springwells, Detroit.
From 1:45-4 p.m. April 1 at the Rite Health Pharmacy, 5851 W. Vernor, Detroit.
From 5-10 a.m. April 3 in the emergency department at DMC Children’s Hospital of Michigan, 3901 Beaubien Blvd., Detroit.
Children’s Hospital of Michigan did not respond to questions from the Free Press about how many people may have been exposed to the measles in the emergency department on April 3 or about how the hospital is notifying them.
Health leaders urge anyone who might have been exposed to the virus April 1-3 to monitor themselves for symptoms for 21 days. If symptoms develop, call ahead before visiting a doctor, urgent care center or hospital emergency room so precautions may be taken to avoid exposing others.
"We're ... doing our routine communicable disease investigation, which requires us to reach out to anyone that may have had direct contact. So far, all we know are family members," Richardson said, adding: "We are trying to get the word out the best we can."
What are the symptoms of measles?
Measles symptoms typically begin seven to 14 days after exposure, but can first appear as long as 21 days after exposure and can include:
High fever that could reach 104 degrees or higher.
Cough.
Runny nose.
Red, watery eyes (conjunctivitis).
Tiny white spots on the inner cheeks, gums and roof of the mouth called Koplik Spots, which usually appear two to three days after symptoms begin.
A rash that starts on the face and spreads to the trunk, arms and legs, typically three to five days after symptoms begin. The rash is red, raised and blotchy.
"Infected people can spread measles before noticing any symptoms, including four days before and four days after the rash appears," Denise Fair Razo, chief public health officer for the Detroit health department, said in a statement. "Our best advice is to get vaccinated against measles if you have not already done so. It is part of the two-dose measles, mumps, rubella (MMR) series of childhood vaccines."
2 doses of MMR vaccine are 97% effective at preventing measles
Measles infections are preventable with widespread vaccination. Two doses of the measles, mumps and rubella vaccine (MMR), offer 97% protection from infection. A single dose is about 93% effective.
However, in Michigan, immunization rates have fallen to 66% among Michigan toddlers — the lowest point in more than a decade for recommended childhood immunizations, according to MDHHS.
More:Measles cases send Michigan health authorities scrambling to avoid bigger outbreak
What is the recommendation for measles vaccinations?
The U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recommends:
A first dose of the MMR vaccine for children ages 12-15 months old, with a booster dose administered between ages 4 and 6.
Anyone born in or after 1957 without evidence of immunity against measles or documentation of having been vaccinated with two doses of MMR vaccine should get vaccinated.
Two doses are recommended for adults at high risk, such as international travelers, college students and health care personnel born during or after 1957.
People exposed to measles who cannot document immunity against the virus should get post-exposure prophylaxis — a dose of the vaccine to potentially provide protection within 72 hours of initial exposure, or immunoglobulin within six days of exposure.
How serious is a measles infection?
Measles can cause serious illness, long-term disability and death in people of all ages.
About 1 in 5 people who get the measles end up hospitalized, according to the CDC, and 1 in 20 kids with measles develops pneumonia. Roughly 1 out of every 1,000 children who have measles infections will also have encephalitis. Brain swelling from encephalitis can lead to convulsions, permanent hearing loss, intellectual disability and death.
Anywhere from 1 to 3 out of every 1,000 children with measles dies from respiratory or neurologic complications from the virus.
"We've had the vaccine since 1963, and before the vaccine was available, every year across the U.S., between 400 and 500 people died," Dr. Natasha Bagdasarian, Michigan's chief medical officer, told the Free Press for a previous article. "Four hundred to 500 people may not seem like ... huge numbers, but it is a lot, especially if you're talking about your loved one or your child."
Notification too late for post-exposure treatment
The Detroit child's measles case was confirmed Tuesday, Richardson said, but public notification was not made until Wednesday afternoon, when anyone who was potentially exposed to the virus would be outside the window for treatment with post-exposure prophylaxis to prevent infection.
A dose of the MMR vaccine can be administered 72 hours of initial measles exposure and immunoglobulin can be given intravenously within six days of exposure to potentially prevent illness, according to the CDC.
By Wednesday afternoon, that window had closed.
"We are out of both of those windows and ... we were going through the dates very rigorously," Richardson said.
What can be done now, she said, is to educate the public about the potential exposures, what to do if they develop symptoms, and to urge vaccination.
"That's where we're focusing," Richardson said. "When situations like this arise, it brings preventable diseases such as measles to the forefront. ... It's the perfect opportunity for us to stress the importance of vaccination."
More:State's top doctor: Measles outbreak likely in Michigan because of low vaccination rates
The Detroit Health Department offers vaccinations for measles and all childhood vaccination series, plus COVID-19, flu and Mpox at its Immunizations Clinic at 100 Mack Ave. Hours are: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m. Mondays-Fridays by appointment. Walk-ins are welcome from 9 a.m.-3 p.m. Late hours are available on the first and third Thursdays of each month, when the clinic is open 10 a.m.-6:30 p.m.
To learn more or to schedule, go to: www.detroitmi.gov/health or call 313-876-4667.
Michigan is not at outbreak status
This is the fifth known measles case in Michigan in 2024.
Two cases were identified in March in Washtenaw County. The second person is believed to have been exposed to the virus at Trinity Health Ann Arbor's waiting and triage area, where another Washtenaw County resident contagious with measles had gone for care.
An adult from Wayne County who had traveled internationally and had no record of measles immunization had the virus in February.
An Oakland County child who was unvaccinated and had traveled internationally was the first known case of measles in Michigan this year, state health officials announced Feb. 23.
Although Michigan health leaders have reported five measles cases since February, the situation doesn't yet rise to the level of an outbreak, according to the definition set by the CDC, which identifies an outbreak as a chain of transmission including three or more cases linked in time and space.
As of April 4, there have been 113 cases of measles in the U.S. this year, according to the CDC, and 58% of the people infected with the virus nationally in 2024 have been hospitalized for isolation or for management of measles complications.
Among those 113 cases, the CDC has recognized seven measles outbreaks, which include 73% of cases identified in 2024.
Comparatively, there were 58 total U.S. measles cases in 2023 and four outbreaks.
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Time for a story - Unchained
“I’ll start kindergarten in sixty-three days.”
“Sixty-three.” Becky made an impressed face. “That’s not very far away.”
Millie smiled proudly. Since she had asked Felicity how long exactly it would take for her to finally start kindergarten, she had been keeping track on it. She had also made sure everyone she met knew exactly how long it would take until she was finally a kindergartener. It was a big milestone, and she was very excited to reach it.
“…twelve children of three different daycares. In addition to them, four other family members – two mothers, a teenager sister and a grandfather – were infected. We have been able to confirm the ways of infection. Apparently, our patient zero was in Quebec and caught the infection there. I already talked this over with the authorities there. When he returned, he want to his swim class where four of the other young children were too. From there-“
“-it spread like wildfire.”
Oliver sighed and shook his head. An onset of measles was not something he could use right now. He already had a dozen of pressmen down in the lobby, waiting for her to comment on the renovations of the boardwalk that would take longer and cost more than had been planned.
“We should make sure to support vaccination campaigns and inform people about symptoms and ways of infection as well as where to get help. The more clarity there is, the better.”
A very quiet scratching noise told Oliver that Estrella Cabello, Commissioner of Health, was taking notes. Since the first infection had been reported, she had updated him regularly. Of course he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, and she had probably thought about vaccination campaigns and different strategies of informing people already, but she also knew that Oliver just liked to be involved in such conversations.
“I already mailed all the daycares that they will stay shut for the next week too.”
“That’s the right thing to do.”
Oliver looked over at Millie, who telling Becky now how excited she was that she would finally learn how to read and how to write. She could already read and write some words of course, but she needed to know the words very well like her name or her siblings’ names and such words. She had tried to learn as much as possible already, but she wanted to learn more as quickly as possible.
Millie was lucky that both Oliver and Felicity could easily take her to work. They were their own bosses, and their workspaces were somewhat safe for children. If they weren’t, they had the possibility to leave her with Raisa or even just ask one of their friends to take care of her. No matter how long the day cares would have to stay closed, Millie would be taken care of well.
Since Oliver knew about how privileges, he knew that not every family was that lucky.
“Is there anything planned for the people that can’t just take the time off or take the children to work?”
“I told the day cares to create an emergency running.” She sighed. “And I assigned some hospital employees to do a quick check up on the kids before they come to daycare. Of course the parents have to agree to this, but I just hope they do. I also issued a statement, asking employers to allow parents to take days off, work from home or bring their kids to work is possible, so we can contain the outburst of measles as quickly as possible.”
Oliver nodded his head and glanced at his watch. He’d rather stay on the phone and talk through further possibilities. He knew that the press conference would only be harder the longer he would let them wait, the harder they would be on him. For some reason, in the public eye delays and unexpected increasement of costs were must more important and interesting. It was probably because someone could be blamed for that.
“It’s all we can do. Thank you for updating me.”
“Of course.”
Hanging up the phone, Oliver looked at Millie. She looked back at him and smiled. She loved being here, and Oliver loved having her here. Days at City Hall could become long. Having one of his children around made it feel a little shorter.
Before Oliver could ask Millie if she was having a good time or if she needed anything, there was a knock at the door.
“Yes?”
The door opened and John stuck his head into the room. “Ready?”
“Hi, Uncle John!”
Millie waved her hand at John. Noticing her, he opened the door more and stepped in.
“Millie, Sweetie, helping daddy with work?”
“No.” Millie giggled. “Daycare is closed.”
Of course John knew that already. Felicity had taken Addie and Connor with her to work, so they could play there together. Millie could have gone with them, but she had chosen to stay with Oliver instead.
“I am sure you are a help for him no matter why you are here.” He winked at her before he turned to Oliver. “Press is waiting for us. Everything is prepared.”
Oliver sighed and nodded his head. He got up, pushed down the sleeves of his shirt that he had rolled up and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. If there was any part that he hated about being the mayor, it was the part of stepping in front of the press and telling them things that he knew they didn’t want to hear. It would only encourage them to ask more uncomfortable questions and doubt Oliver’s decisions.
“Millie, you stay up here with Becky and-“
“Can’t I come too?” she asked, looking at him with her best angels’ eyes. “Please?”
He didn’t want her to come. He really wanted her to be as far away from the press as possible because he didn’t want her face in the media, and he didn’t want those people to talk to her. But the way she was looking at him made it incredibly hard to say no. John probably knew that Oliver had to admit defeat even before Oliver himself did. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest and bit back a grin.
“Fine,” Oliver said with a sigh, “but you will stay at Becky’s side while daddy and Uncle John talk to the people from the press.”
Millie crossed her fingers. “Cross my heart!”
Oliver reached out his hand, and Millie slid off the couch and came running towards him. She grabbed his hand and smiled. She stayed by his side when the took the elevator down into the lobby. When Oliver’s heard the voices from the reporters that were waiting for him around the corner at the foot of the stairs, he pulled Millie closer to him instinctively. He seemed to need that more than she did though.
When Oliver turned to John and Becky, Millie let go of his hand and stepped next to Becky. Oliver winked at her, and she smiled.
“I talked to two of them earlier when they arrived,” John said, “and they are not going to have mercy on us.”
“When did they ever?”
“The plans for the reconstructions have been long discussed, but they have always been discarded for being to expensive and too time-consuming,” Becky explained, “so of course they want to bear down on you for those news now.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Have you ever heard of construction works that have been finished in time and didn’t cost any extra money?”
“No.” Becky shrugged her shoulders. “But you make so little mistakes that of course they want to annoy you with this now and-“
“Wait,” Oliver interrupted her all of a sudden, “where is Millie?”
Just a second ago, she had been standing at Becky’s side and listening to the conversation. She wasn’t there now though. Looking around, Oliver soon found her next to the lectern that had been put up for him to give his statement. The press was already taking photos of her and shouting questions in her direction.
Oliver was very protective of the people he loved, and he was particularly protective of his children. They believed in the good in the world, and he didn’t want them to lose that because some eager reporters were scaring them away.
Before Oliver could take a single step in her direction, so he could lift her into his arms and take her away from there, John grabbed his arm.
“Just look at her,” he mumbled.
Taking in a deep breath to calm himself a little, Oliver did as his friend had asked of him. He looked at Millie and realized that she didn’t look scared or anything like that. She stood in front of them like she had never done anything else.
It wasn’t the first time that she had been involved with the press. When she had been younger, she had been with Oliver at work too, and she had wrapped the press around her little finger too.
“My name is Millie,” Millie said and made everyone shut up at once, “and I am five years old. I’ll start kindergarten in sixty-three days.”
“Are you excited for it?” one of the reporters asked.
“Very.” Millie smiled and it made the happiness take over her entire face. “I’m very excited.”
“And what are you most excited for to learn?” one other asked.
“Reading and writing.”
“I know you’re young, but-“
“I’m not that young,” Millie said, shaking her head, “I’m already five.”
Some of the reporters chuckled, and Oliver had to chuckle too. When you were five years old, you felt like you weren’t as young as people thought you were. Five years old was older than she had ever been before, so she wasn’t young. For Millie, she wasn’t young because there were Addie, Connor, Robbie, Louis and Mia who were all younger than she was.
“I’m very sorry,” the reporter said surprisingly serious, “so let me try again. With this big milestone of starting kindergarten coming your way, have you thought about what profession you want to take up in the future?”
Millie puckered her lips briefly. “I think I want to be a reporter.”
Oliver perked up his eyebrows. He couldn’t say why he was surprised. Maybe it was because Millie had never stated it that firmly. Of all the kids, the only one who had ever said that they knew what profession they wanted to take up was Tommy. He wanted to be a doctor. Oliver hadn’t known that Millie had even thought about it.
“What do you say to that?” John asked and leaned closer to him, visibly amused by Millie’s confession. “Your daughter wants to get involved with the enemy.”
Pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants and cocking his head, Oliver smiled. “If that makes her happy, I guess she should try it. She would be good at it, don’t you think?”
“She’d take reporting very seriously, but she’d always be true to the story and true to the people involved. She wouldn’t put a good story over the wellbeing of the people.”
Oliver nodded. Yes, that was how Millie would be. She would be very responsible with her task. She wouldn’t forget that every story was about people that had feelings and deserved their story to be treated with respect.
“If she discards the idea of becoming a reporter, she should consider taking some job in public relations,” Becky said, “because I’d say she has a way with the press one way or the other. It’s like her personal superpower was unchained.”
Oliver smiled, thinking about it. It certainly was a superpower, one that had saved him today because the press would be a lot nicer to him. They wouldn’t be as mean and as reproachful as they had surely planned to be and that was all on Millie. She had saved him today like he would always save her.
“Well, if she becomes a reporter,” Oliver said, straightened his shoulders and started his way towards the lectern, “I’d at least like one of them.”
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In the forest a darkness creeps
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day 2- Botonamancy
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summary- Sam just wants to connect with nature
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part 1 of GD
Sam stood staring at the fairy circle. This was where it had started. She let herself kneel by the blossoms. They were beautiful, a pearly white that contrasted with the near black of the grass that surrounded where they grew.
She had grown up with the townsfolk's stories of magic in the woods, but she had stopped listening when she was ten and the kids at school had said that magic wasn’t real.
But what else could you call this?
What else could you call the way the plants sang to her, begging to tell her their secrets. Begging her to use them.
What else would you call the way that she felt more connected to nature than to humans. That she could tell what a plant was just by looking at it. Could know all it could do with just a touch.
What would you call the innate knowledge that if she mixed this plant and that one and boiled them for three hours she would get a remedy for the measles, but if she boiled it for four and added just a pinch of dirt she could kill someone and make it look like the flu.
She wasn't even sure why she was approaching the fairy circle. Not after Danny had…
Danny was still unconscious and it had been a month. His body continued to function but it seemed as if his mind was Elsewhere.
But after he had stepped into that circle… after he had screamed…
She had felt it. She hadn’t known what it was at first, not through the terror or the worry. But afterwards, after things had calmed down, the world had looked different–shifted just slightly off.
And she felt… she knew that if she just stepped in the circle she’d be able to understand so much more, hear them so much more clearly. Danny had been hurt because it wasn’t for him. He had never really cared about Nature like she had. This was meant for her.
She stepped forward.
Yes, yes, yes, come to us, be one with us, the blossoms called.
She stepped into the circle.
And for a moment, just for a moment, everything was clear. And she saw them. Spirits. So many spirits. And there was Danny, he looked different but she knew it was him.
Then clarity faded and she screamed.
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They had gone by many names, Akna, It Bunoo, Tatei Yurianaka, Gaia, Mother Nature.
Those who had known their true name were long gone and their language had been lost with them. Many cultures had called it Mother for bringing life, but they had always preferred those that referred to them as the Wilds, the Unconquerable Land. This century the humans had taken to calling them the Forest. It was a nice name and they hoped it would stay for a long time.
And the Forest knew how to entice the children. It had been doing it for as long as it could remember. And children were naturally curious things, prone to wander, prone to ignore advice for the sake of curiosity or adventure. All it had to do was plant a thread of curiosity and the child would follow along. And children were so easy to read.
This one wanted love, so to pick a bloom would bring them what they wanted.
This one wanted to prove their daring, so to stand in the circle would show bravery.
And this one was curious about the unknown, wanted to explore. What better thing to explore than to see if the fairy circle truly led anywhere?
And this one, oh, this one was by far their favorite this century. This one wanted to connect with Nature, wanted to be special, wanted to be the one to change the world, to be a witch. So for this one the circle promised a connection with Nature, with magic. And so she came willingly.
Willing souls were always the strongest, always gave the most energy.
They had the brightest spirits. Perfect for helping to keep the border safe, for maintaining the balance.
And it was so very little to ask. A child here, a child there. It was a small price to pay to keep the true monsters out. To keep the Other on the side of the veil where they belonged.
And what kind of Mother were they if they did not do everything they could to ensure the majority of their children would survive.
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#unhallowedarts - "But a Mermaid has no Tears" - On Andersen's Byronic Melancholies
Harry Clarke "The Little Mermaid" (1916)
“Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.” (Hans Christian Andersen)
There is probably a moment, when every young one with a Romantic streak felt kinship with Lord Byron. As soon as “The Corsair” or “Manfred” is opened. “Oblivion—self-oblivion! Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms Ye offer so profusely—what I ask? - It is not in our essence, in our skill; But—thou may'st die.“ We all had the measles and we had Byron. Ever since his lordship laid down his life for liberty and drama in Missolonghi, Hiera Polis, back in 1824. But Andersen? Hans Christian Andersen, teller of enchanting fairy tales, beloved by old and young across the globe? “Read Byron's biography, oh! he was just like me, even down to his little tattling;“, Andersen wrote himself, “my soul is ambitious like his, it can only feel happy when admired by all“ – he was 20 by then and obviously had a case of “Byron” more severe than the measles.
Harry Clarke "The Elf Hill" (1916)
And as difficult as it may be to align the heart-broken, melancholic, Byron-reading young Dane with Hans Christian Andersen in the guise of Danny Kaye singing the theme song of Charles Vidor’s movie from 1952 and the image of bedtime stories for the little ones – his tales are, by and large, positively dark. And while Byron had the means, the mind and the mettle to act out many of his imaginations and become his own Rock star myth, Andersen’s demons remained firmly fastened to his imagination and wishful thinking and came to light only clothed in quite harmless mannerisms and in the guise of his tales, dressed up in fairytale-like garb, more often than not. Up to the point that Andersen never engaged in physical relationships with other human beings, neither men nor women, even though there were love letters written to male friends and rejected marriage proposals, courtships and mentally intimate friendships with the female of the species, most notably the back then immensely famous Swedish opera singer Jenny Lind. She saw the eccentric poet as something of a brother, inspired him to write at least three of his fairy tales and thereby become the author of her household name “The Swedish Nightingale” and maybe she even became the role model of the Snow Queen who plays cruel games with poor Kay’s impaled heart.
Harry Clarke "The Snow Queen" (1916)
But then, the idea of fairy tales being stories for children, is relatively new. Back in the day, when those Europeans downtrodden by the major players of the Age of Empires felt the need the need to preserve their identity in heroic epics and old folk tales, those narratives were a highly political affair. And even before the Brothers Grimm began their epic quest of collecting and writing down folktales in the German states, exemplary for others who gathered the archetypical variants told from Dingle Bay to the Ural and beyond, Romantics began to write their own fairy tales.
Harry Clarke "The Butterfly" (1916)
There are classical antecedents, Aesop and Apuleius, to name but two and Charles Perrault, who introduced folk tales into the official literary canon already in the 1600s, but the tradition of composing Kunstmärchen, literary fairy tales, began in earnest with the dawn of the Romantic Age in Germany. Tieck, Novalis, Chamisso, de la Motte Fouquè and, most prominently, E.T.A. Hoffmann formed a trend, followed up by other romantically moved minds such as Charles Nodier. During the repressive atmosphere and censorship of European Restauration’s Congress System after the wars ended in 1815, literary fairy tales often were writers’ vanishing point as well, instinctively and romantically, Wilhelm Hauff’s and Hans Christian Andersen’s, who came up with some rather ambiguous “once upon a time”-stories under the influence of Shakespeare, Walter Scott and Lord Byron. Who, promethically instigated to rebellion and lead by example anyway.
Harry Clarke "The Nightingale" (1916)
There is more to Hans Christian Andersen than literary fairy tales. He wanted to become a dancer at first, then an actor, struggling with his humble origins as son of a cobbler and an alcoholic washerwoman from Odense, an ugly duckling indeed, with barely an education to speak of, who had dreams of becoming a swan one day. He thirsted for baking in the limelight and he did, finally, after discovering his knack for storytelling in his late teens. Initially, he was at least as successful with novels, poems and travelogues as he was with his fairy tales and he found his patrons, his niche as something of a curiosity among the better classes of Denmark and his fame as an author already during his life and times. But his fairy tales stand out. As literary treatments and dreamwork, processing his many fears and imagined shortcomings as well as his wishful thinking into artificial archetypes firmly enshrined in Western thinking, from the lesson taught by the cheeky nipper in “The Emperor’s New Cloths”, the grimly poetic fate of the “Little Mermaid” and the sheer beauty of “Thumbelina” appealing to everyone’s inner child, young and old. “His own image; no longer a dark, grey bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg” and even if Andersen himself made himself believe that he was something of an illegitimate grandson of a Danish king along with other bloomers from the neurotic's family romance, he became a swan indeed, graceful and beautiful, whose song is sung in more than 125 languages across the globe.
Harry Clarke "The Hindu Maid" (1916)
Harry Clarke's full set of illustrations for Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales from the 1916 edition, including the downright psychedelic colour plates can be wondered and marvelled at here:
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CHICAGO — Chicago has begun evicting some migrants from its shelters, a controversial policy that had been delayed for months but appeared haphazard, a migrant told NBC News on Monday.
Migrants who have been evicted, as well as those who face a rapidly approaching deadline, said there has been widespread confusion about the process and frustration with being forced to leave while they still lack the resources to find their own places to stay.
In the first two days of enforcement, fewer than 10 migrants have been evicted from their shelters, according to the city. Five migrants were forced to leave Monday because of the policy, a city spokesperson said, while three were evicted Sunday.
Franklin Romero, 29, a Venezuelan migrant, said someone told him at the Woodlawn shelter just one day before that he had to leave by 2 p.m. Monday.
“It was unbelievable. We have no stability,” said Romero, who was wearing a silver coat and black pants after he was forced out on a day with freezing temperatures and snow flurries.
Romero said he tried to explain that he had to work Monday and could not leave the shelter before 2 p.m. with all of his belongings. He also said another person at the shelter told him that he actually needed to leave by 12:30 p.m.
He felt disrespected by being rushed to leave the place he called home for months.
“It was clear that I needed to leave, and I respected that, but the treatment, it was a lack of respect,” he said.
The city said Monday that there were 11,253 migrants in 23 city- and state-run shelters and that it has received about 37,308 new arrivals since 2022, when Texas Gov. Greg Abbott began sending people to cities across the country.
The city has sought to limit shelter stays to 60 days for the more than 10,000 migrants, requiring them to find housing or apply for other shelter at the city’s “landing zone” for new arrivals after their exit dates arrive. The evictions also come amid a measles outbreak at one of the shelters.
Thousands of migrants, including families with children, have been given extensions.
On Friday, the city said that nearly three dozen people would be evicted from their shelters Sunday, but by the evening it said 31 migrants received extensions because of the exemptions, which include enrollment in public benefits, pregnancy or infant care, medical care, medical isolation and quarantine, as well as having families with children under 18.
City officials also said Friday that 2,026 people would be evicted from their current shelters by the end of April.
Enforcement was postponed three times because of extreme winter weather, staffing concerns and backlash from advocates and some elected officials. On Monday, the City Council’s Progressive Reform Caucus released a statement opposing the policy.
Volunteer Maria Perez, a member of the Southwest Collective, a collection of groups providing social services, said the extensions do not solve the bigger problem of a lack of resources for the migrants to obtain work and housing they can afford.
“Thirty more days is not enough time. They need the tools to set them up in order for them to succeed in this community,” she said Monday outside a shelter where migrants face eviction.
“Why are we reprocessing them, right?" she asked. "So we’re just putting these people back into this situation again where they’re going to be migrating everywhere.”
Mayor Brandon Johnson’s administration has said the policy is needed to “decompress” some shelters, especially three that house single migrants, including the Woodlawn facility.
“These are some of our more expensive shelters to operate, and what we’re trying to do is optimize the resources that we have to be able to carry through,” Cristina Pacione-Zayas, the mayor’s deputy chief of staff, said at a recent briefing.
Johnson said Friday that “by encouraging resettlement while also providing case-specific extensions with a focus on health and safety, we are advancing a pathway to stability and self-sufficiency.”
Romero went to the landing zone Monday to seek placement at another shelter, but after his new exit day was processed, he still did not know where he was being placed.
“I still don’t know,” he said before he headed to a warming bus for migrants at the landing zone. “Let’s wait and see where they take me.”
The city said in a statement Monday evening, "Those exiting have the option to return to the Landing Zone and be reprocessed and placed in shelter once again if appropriate beds are available or opt for onward movement."
Yorman Yepez, 25, a Venezuelan migrant, stood for hours in the freezing cold waiting for his friend Romero to return from inside the landing zone as occasional snow flurries fell. The two would not be able to communicate because they lacked Wi-Fi, and Yepez wanted to accompany Romero to his new placement.
“How would you feel if someone told you that you have to leave today from the place where you’ve been living?” said Yepez, wearing a gray hoodie and white sandals with socks. His exit date is April 8. “It’s not pretty. You feel cast aside," he said.
Yepez said the policy disrupts friendships and the camaraderie that builds between shelter residents who come to the U.S. not knowing anyone in the country.
“It’s really difficult. We’re here alone,” he said.
Multiple migrants at the former Wadsworth Elementary School in Woodlawn said that the shelter had cots and rooms still empty and that they did not understand why people had to be evicted.
Lisbeth Velasquez Mambel, 36, said she was anxious about her exit day in a few weeks, but then she was given an extension Monday because she is in the process of getting an apartment.
Her new exit day is in May, but she fears some fellow migrants will be forced onto the street in the cold, like when she had to sleep on cardboard outside shelters at police stations.
“This is not the solution,” she said.
Romero said his question about where he would be placed next ended in a bus ride that brought him back to the same shelter he left that morning.
He now has 60 more days before he faces eviction again.
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For all three characters: future
future: What’s the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it’s a possibility?
Tough question, because so much of both Nadine and Percival's arcs are precisely about how the worst possible future they could have imagined at the beginning of the war did happen, but they survived it, and... what now? They think they are already living in the worst timeline.
And I think it is precisely that what keeps them from seeing how their fears are leading them to the worst possible future. Percival is so terrified of turning into this burden for Nadine, that he risks reaching the end of his life full of regret for the happiness he could have created for and with her. Nadine is so terrified of being wrong again, and so full of shame, that she risks missing out on her family, and accepting that tacit situationship flavored friendship that Percival offers as "safe"... until it causes her enough hurt that she'll run away again... and again... and again...
Now, Giancarlo... he's a special guy in that he is a wiser man because he's lived longer in this world (he's in his mid 40s), but also because he's had more than one sudden brush with death (measles in his youth, then the war); it has convinced him that what matters is doing the good you can do NOW. The perfect day is today, and tomorrow is beyond one's reach anyways, so why worry about it? Leave it in God's hands. I leave it to the reader to assess if the fact that none of his Worst Possible FuturesTM depend on him is the cause or the consequence of such Philosophy of Life ;)
From this ask game.
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MMWR Booster #34: Routine Vaccination Coverage — Worldwide, 2021, Weekly
Top 5 Takeaways
Global Decline in Routine Vaccinations: The estimated global coverage for key vaccines, including the three-dose diphtheria-tetanus-pertussis vaccine (DTPcv3) and the first dose of the measles-containing vaccine (MCV1), dropped to 81% in 2021, marking the lowest levels since 2008.
Increased Number of Unvaccinated Children: In 2021, approximately 25.0 million children were either unvaccinated or incompletely vaccinated, a significant increase from 19.1 million in 2019.
Regional Disparities: The decline in vaccination coverage was most pronounced in the South-East Asia Region, with notable decreases also in the Americas.
Impact of COVID-19 Pandemic: Disruptions caused by the COVID-19 pandemic have severely impacted routine immunization services globally.
Need for Context-Specific Strategies: Recovery and enhancement of immunization programs are vital, requiring targeted approaches to address gaps and improve access across different life stages.
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The Vaulties | Day 4: Angst
William Devlin’s story is riddled with angst and it’s all tied to his illegitimacy. He’s hyperaware of the fact that, according to the social niceties, he should not exist. He’s almost always left feeling like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him, none more so than his arranged engagement which also causes him a ton of angst.
The Lynch twins and the canon timeline are one of my original angst moments. Tadhg’s murder has only become more complicated and in many ways, more tragic over the past year or so. Cillian has gone from being the murderer to being wrongfully imprisoned because of a chaotic duel. It’s also a moment that goes on to affect Cillian’s great-great-grandchildren, Cian, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor.
As the eldest son, Edmund Kennedy took on a lot after his father was murdered. It didn’t help that he was there when Ferdia Kennedy died and was the last one to talk him. This moment affected Ed a lot more than it did his twin sister, Minerva. He’s the one who tried to take on everything and just sorta shut down. He also has the ability to see thestrals.
There might be 120 years and three generations between them, but Max Pembroke and his great-great-granddaughter, Sophie, have a lot in common when it comes their family structure. They’re both the eldest of three and forced to become a sort of surrogate parent due to their single parent having a shitty boss. They both lost a parent before the age of 10. Max’s little sister, Aoife, goes deaf after suffering from the measles when Max was twelve and home alone. Sophie’s father has a stroke when she’s 16 and away at Hogwarts.
Luke Battersea is the sole survivor of the dark wizard attack that ended with the deaths of his family. He was six. He spent the next two years bouncing between relatives, with most not knowing how to handle the young, grieving boy and passing him off to the next one like a hot potato… or the Baudelaire orphans. He was eventually taken in by a second cousin once removed (or something like that...) and this boy is testing them so hard.
Rory O’Neill is my only kiddo to have two ships. He’s got a lot of other angst, what with being a street kid and not knowing what has become of his sisters. But, it’s the loss of his first wife, Francesca, that’s his greatest angst. He loses her at a time that is supposed to be joyous. They’re celebrating the birth of their first child, a son. And Rory is so heartbroken by her death. He doesn’t take off his wedding ring until his son is nine and even then, he always has it close to him.
Honorable Mention: The O’Donnell quadruplets. This might be cheating a bit, but these four have so much angst and much of it is heaped onto poor Conor. But there’s also an overarching angst from the loss of their parents and grandparents to living with the uncle they’ve never met to the Vaults.
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#the vaulties#william devlin#lynch twins#edmund kennedy#maxwell pembroke#hp victorian era#hp legacy era#sophie pembroke#luke battersea#hpma#magic awakened#rory o’neill#fbawtft oc#my aesthetic#i have so much angst in pretty much all of my kiddos#much of it is parental related but most aren’t abusive or anything; many are orphans or being raised by a single parent#some have a shitty guardian like simon who’s guardian tries to kill him multiple times#and there’s a lot more…
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I did (admittedly surface) level research on the possible grandchildren of Francis Henderson Jr. Whether or not they are his grandchildren, I think it’s still interesting to learn about and tomorrow or in the following days I’ll be posting something about Edward, his wife, and daughter, that I think is important to understanding the political climate of race in 1870s.
An 1870 census includes Edward (Francis’ possible son), a woman named Hattie, and two children: Mahala, five, and Anna, three. I assumed Hattie was Harriett, Edward’s wife, since she’s younger than Edward and thus not his mother Hattie McLaren. However, her birth year conflicts with a later census saying Harriett was born four years later, and I’m more inclined to believe that latter census. All four are described with an outdated term for mixed race.
An 1880 census includes Edward again, along with Harriett, his wife. Edward’s job his listed as a carpenter (although we already knew that) and Harriet is a seamstress. Also listed in the census is 75-year-old Hattie McLaren, Edward’s mother. She’s listed as a widow. Also included is Mahala, now a 14-year-old student. Unfortunately, Anna is not listed, but a two-year-old girl named Isabel, labelled Edward’s daughter, is. I couldn’t find any further sources for either Anna or Isabel. It says that Edward and Harriet cannot read or write. Again, everyone in the family is described as mixed race.
This where the sources for Edward stop, but Mahala’s continue. I’m not going to list all of the sources because there’s a lot, but I’ll list a census and give a rundown. She was married by 1888 to a man named Coleman Dunlap (b. 1860), and had seven sons (Edward (, James, Cecil, Ernest, Harold, and Jessie), and one daughter (Eunice). Sometime between 1898 and 1900, the family moved to Rhode Island. Interestingly, this is where Francis Henderson Sr, who would’ve been Mahala’s great-grandfather, lived. The 1900 census (listed below) also gives us some nice information such as Mahala’s birth year, 1865. Unlike previous census reports, where there were more descriptions for race, people are only labelled as white or black, with Mahala, her husband, and their children falling into the latter label. Coleman Dunlap would end up passing away sometime before 1930, as the 1930 census says she’s a widow living with her unmarried son Harold. They are labelled black. A 1935 census says that Mahala is able to read and/or write English, and that at some point in her life she suffered from Measles. Interestingly enough, she’s actually labelled white. The only labels were white, black (though it’s put as an outdated term), and other. In the 1940 census, she is still living with Harold, although this time Harold’s aunt is also living with them. Unlike the 1930 census, both Mahala and Harold are labelled white. The 1950 census includes Mahala, Harold, Harold’s aunt, and a lodger. This time, Mahala and Harold are labelled with an outdated term for black. Apparently, she died in 1960, but I haven’t found a proper source for this. If that’s true, she would’ve lived to an astonishing 96-years-old.
Later, I want to bring attention to a story in “Hurrah for Hampton!” I was going to include it here, but it complicated the post so I’ll try to get around to that tomorrow or in a few days. Whether or not Edward, Mahala, and the rest of their family are descendants of Francis Henderson Jr aside, I feel that this story is really important in seeing the brutality against people of color in the 1870s, especially when politics got in the way. Just giving the rundown, in it, Edward is threatened by a trial-justice with a pistol, his daughter Mahala, a ten-year-old, is whipped, and his wife Harriett was threatened with being whipped.
I don’t want to end this post on that note, so I’ll add a nice little fact I found. Mahala’s only daughter, Eunice, died at 20/21 in 1915. Later that year, Mahala’s oldest son Edward had his first daughter, and he named her Eunice. I thought that was bittersweet. This also brings up that, again if Edward was Francis’ son, there are descendants of John Laurens still alive today.
#Francis Henderson#Francis Henderson Jr#Francis Henderson Sr#historical john laurens#John Laurens#frances laurens#Frances Eleanor Laurens
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Hello (and guess what, I'm sending a 'normal' ask for once😉)
So, I love your TMFU AU's headcanons and I felt like sending you one for your consideration: Apollo 13 (the movie (hoping you've seen it otherwise this will a bit spoilery...)).
Illya, Napoleon and Gaby are the three astronauts meant to board the rocket and fly it to the moon (while Waverly is the Flight Director guiding the mission from earth.) They are a tightknit team who've come to trust each other with their life after hours and hours of training. Of course, Illya and Napoleon have fallen for each other along the way, and although they suspect their feelings may be returned, none of them has dared to make a move yet. Gaby is growing tired of seeing those two idiots dance around each other but, as the launching day approaches, she figures out she can wait a few more days before making them confront their feelings.
Only, days before the launch, Napoleon learns that he has been exposed to the measles, and since the NASA can't afford having an astronaut fall sick in space, he is replaced with his backup (I have no idea who that could be, but I like the idea of making a crossover with another spy movie franchise and bring in Colin Firth or something 😋). Illya and Gaby are not quite happy - not that the new guy is not competent, only he's not Napoleon -, but it's not like they can do anything about it anyway. Napoleon has thus to stay on earth and watch as a spectator as the rocket rises in the sky.
On the third day of the mission, an electrical short causes an explosion and the rocket starts loosing fuel. the NASA has no choice but to abort the moon landing, but that's not the worst part: with a damaged craft and little energy left, the astronauts might not make it back to earth either. Ground control gather the best experts to find solutions to (safely) bring the crew back home, and Napoleon (who did not get measles after all) is the most dedicated of them all. No one on earth knows the craft better than he does, and he'll be damned if he cannot find a way to work something out!!
I just think this AU offers so much possibilities (ok, so much angst 😅). Between the announcement that Napoleon has to step back (maybe Illya and/or Gaby say they won't go without him and Napoleon is the one to convince them to go anyway - then blames himself for it after the explosion?), the conversations between Ground Control and the crew (in my head, Waverly is the main interlocutor but Napoleon steps in to explain the required procedures/modifications...of course the communications are public and probably recorded, and though I can't see Napoleon make an outright confession, I can see him slip in allusions, choose his words to show how much he cares...), the deteriorating life conditions in the craft (the heat turned off, the carbon dioxide filters running out, the automatic navigation systems shutting down,...), the excruciatingly long seconds of radio silence... (and of course, as a bonus, the reunion!)
Just thought I'd dropped that here in case it may interest you (or you've got more ideas to add...) 😊
I have to admit I smiled at your warning that this might be spoilery, because somewhere in my parent's house there's a copy of the book Apollo 13 that I got signed by Jim Lovell on a class trip to the Huntington Space & Rocket Center shortly after the movie came out. So I am quite familiar with the story, as it turns out. 😅 (I loooooved that movie. It sparked a little space phase for me.)
Also oh my goodness, this is a wonderful setup for a super angsty story, lol. Especially with them not admitting their feelings before the launch! This is definitely torture Napoleon hours—not only does he not to get to go on the mission, he has to watch as two people he's super close to, one of whom is the love of his life, facing near certain death and not be able to do anything about it. I can imagine someone trying to keep him out, maybe Waverly as the mission director has an inkling of what they mean to him and so he worries about letting Napoleon be involved because he's so emotionally invested.
Then in the actual discussions, Napoleon would at first not be the one doing the talking, as you suggest, but I can see him taking over in a moment of emergency. He just jumps in, because this would be so much easier if he could just talk to them. And of course, the moment Illya hears his voice he's kind of stunned, there's silence on the line and people kind of freak out. I imagine Illya would be torn because of course Napoleon knows the ship better than almost anyone, but at the same time he knows he's staring down certain death and he doesn't want Napoleon to be there for it. Their communications (which were absolutely recorded and public) would become increasingly fraught, and I love the idea of them trying to say it without saying it, because this might be the last time they have to speak together.
So yeah, the A N G S T. Oof. But the reunion would be everything, I'm picturing them both just about running into each other's arms and kissing, not caring who is watching (it's the whole world, the whole world is watching lolol). Thanks for sending this in, it's a great AU idea!
#tmfu aus#tmfu#napollya#napoleon x illya#the man from u.n.c.l.e.#the man from uncle#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#gaby teller#headcanons and aus#asks and answers
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