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perfectpaperbluebirds · 3 years

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Any chance you'd ever wanna write fanfic? Considering your banner gif -- specifically Hannibal? I'm rewatching it right now and would be beyond delighted to read something featuring either Will or Hannibal sick

This wonderful prompt from my friend Mongoose made me so happy! I started my sickfic journey writing different fanfics and will always love writing it. Sometimes it’s just nice to be able to use existing characterization rather than inventing characters.

Set more or less in early season 1 (so no one knows what Hannibal is), but in a kind-of AU where Will doesn’t have encephalitis (yet?), so the fever in this fic is a simple flu fever.

Let me know if anyone has interest in a Part 2 with sick Hanni catching Will’s flu (because I can’t resist contagion). But lets be honest, it will probably happen anyway because I adore the murder husbands endlessly. Still, I’d love feedback on this!

Wrote all 3,000 words of this yesterday, proofread and posted it today because apparently I’m a maniac. No beta, we die like men.

Read more of my writing here (works best on desktop).

My asks are always open for new prompts!

House Calls (Part 1 of 2?)

Will Graham was awoken by his phone ringing at an hour that wasn’t really ungodly, but certainly felt like it in the moment. His eyes were almost gummed shut, and his head and chest felt uncomfortably full. The simple act of sitting up to grab the phone made him cough hard enough to make his ears ring. Yesterday he had tried to pass off these burgeoning cold symptoms as allergies, but today there was no denying it. He was sick.

Of course it was Jack calling. Brusque and businesslike as ever, he didn’t even return Will’s greeting.

“Will, we need you at the lab. We’ve found some new evidence for the bludgeoning case.”

“Jack, I’m not sure I can come in today. I’m really not feeling well…”

“I won’t take no for an answer, Will. No games. I need you. I’ll see you in an hour.” With a click, the line went dead.

With a miserable sigh, Will slowly pulled off his blankets and slid to the edge of the bed, shivering in the temperate air in his room. He felt like crap. Still, there was no arguing with Jack. He tried to convince himself he might feel better if he got up and moved around some.

Getting ready took him longer than usual. His foggy head made him clumsy, it hurt to move, and he kept having to stop to blow his nose, or else he would be dripping snot everywhere. He hadn’t started sneezing yet, but he sensed it was only a matter of time. He also couldn’t decide what to wear. His torso and head were uncomfortably warm, but the rest of him was freezing cold, and everything seemed to irritate his skin. He internally cursed Jack and his stubbornness throughout the whole arduous process.

He arrived at the lab exactly 1 hour and 15 minutes later, when it should have been 45 minutes. He felt Jack glaring at him as he shuffled in, but he ignored him. The rest of the team was already assembled, and they all stood staring at the evidence or looking at computers.

“You’re late, Will. Nice of you to join us so we can get started. These fragments of the latest victim’s skull, some of her teeth, and her diamond earrings were found at a location exactly 100 miles from the location of the body. What do you see here?”

Will approached the silver tray holding the items Jack had described with his usual reluctance. They had spent the previous day combing over the crime scene site, and he could still hear the woman’s screams in his mind. He really didn’t want to revisit her final moments again today.

He tried to focus, but out of nowhere an overwhelming tickle overpowered his sinuses. He barely had time to bring his elbow to his face before:

“Hnxxt’chf! Hkktt’oo! Hxxshht!”

He stifled them as best he could, but they were messy, and he wasn’t sure how successful he was at containing them. He quickly produced a tissue from one of his many pockets, wiping his red face awkwardly to a chorus of blessings from the rest of the team.

“Don’t sneeze on the evidence! What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry, Jack,” Will mumbled thickly. “Those came out of nowhere. Won’t happen again.”

Will again approached the silver tray, feeling worse than ever, for the sneezing had flared up the dull throbbing in his temples to a splitting headache. As he stared at the items, trying to force his mind to cooperate, his vision began to blur and sway, but not in the way he expected. Darkness licked at his peripheral vision, and he felt his knees buckle suddenly. Just as he was about to fall, a strong hand grasped his bicep and kept him more or less standing. He blearily turned to see Dr. Lecter at his side, scrutinizing him expertly. He hadn’t even realized the doctor was present until this moment. As he got his bearings again, Will half-heartedly tried to support his own weight, but his legs continued to tremble, and he still couldn’t see straight. Dr. Lecter kept his hand firmly where it was, and placed the other at his back to better prop him up.

“Jack, it seems Will is under the weather. I can feel how feverish he is through his shirt. I’m sure you can see it in his eyes just by looking at him. He will be of no use to you today. Him staying would only increase the chances of him collapsing. I will take him home right away,” Hannibal said firmly.

Jack glowered. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, Graham? I don’t want you here infecting all of us. Go home. I’ll handle this case myself.”

“Thank you, Jack. Come, Will. I’ll drive.”

Will hardly heard this exchange, for he was still struggling to remain conscious. Next thing he knew, he was being propelled by someone much stronger than he out the door, across the parking lot, and into an unfamiliar car. Looking around in confusion, he saw Hannibal sit down beside him in the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you home, Will,” the doctor patiently repeated. “You’re very ill it seems. Do not worry. You are in good hands. Just lie back and rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Lecter,” Will mumbled, closing his eyes immediately. This was his first time riding with Hannibal, and any other day he would have appreciated the pristine, high-end vehicle and the nearly silent engine, but he fell into an exhausted doze right away.

He was unable to truly sleep however, for his nose itched furiously. He kept using his sleeve to wipe away errant drips, and more than once he pinched his nostrils shut to keep from sneezing on the spotless dashboard. After a while, Hannibal startled him by producing a beautiful, monogrammed linen handkerchief from somewhere in his suit and handing it to him.

“I can’t take this, Dr. Lecter, I’ll ruin it,” croaked Will with a weak cough.

“What else are handkerchiefs for? Please use it. It will do better for your nose than your sleeve.”

“Thank you,” Will managed, blowing his nose gratefully.

“Try to sleep. We have several miles to go yet.”

“Yes… But how do you know where I live?”

“You told me once, and I never forget such details.”

“I see.” Will wasn’t sure this was true, for he didn’t remember ever revealing that detail to anyone he worked with (an intentional choice on his part), but he wasn’t about to press the issue. With his nose somewhat clear, he was finally able to lean back and sleep in the warm car.

It seemed he had hardly closed his eyes though, when he was startled by a cold blast from the door opening. Hannibal was standing at his side.

“We have arrived. Out you come, Will.”

The cold breeze irritated his sinuses and immediately overwhelmed him again. He didn’t even have time to cover his face:

Hegghk’CHOOOO! Hehggk’CHUH! Heh’kiht’CHOOOF!”

He sneezed right in Dr. Lecter’s face. Of course the poor man leapt back right away, but the damage was done. Will stammered an awkward apology, fumbling for the linen handkerchief to wipe up the evidence. Hannibal chuckled ruefully, patting his face dry with his sleeve.

“It’s quite all right. Such things happen. I’ll just remember to be a little more careful around that nose of yours from now on. But let’s get you inside before it happens again.”

Will limply dragged his legs out and stood with a wobble, not meeting the doctor’s eyes. Hannibal’s warm hands were there to support him right away.

“This is some cold,” Will mumbled groggily. “Never felt so weak.”

“I would be more inclined to think you have the flu, Will, judging by your symptoms. I’ll know more when I can examine you inside.”

“Sounds about right,” Will rasped as Hannibal assisted him onto the porch and through the front door.

His dogs started to bark as soon as the door opened, but seeing it was Will, they quieted down right away. They more or less ignored the doctor, hardly even bothering to sniff him. Something about this was off to Will, but in his muddled state he couldn’t put a finger on it.

Hannibal set him down on the couch right away, helping him to remove his shoes and jacket and replacing it with a blanket. Will laid down on his side immediately, wrapping himself up like a burrito to try and ease the shivers. His head was still pounding. He had to remember to tell Hannibal that he had medicine in the bathroom.

The doctor had gone back outside, but returned quickly with a small black bag. This he set on a nearby table, and opened it to remove a stethoscope, tongue depressor, thermometer, and other medical odds and ends. Will hated doctors’ offices and the sight of the implements made him vaguely queasy, but he mamfully sat up again with Hannibal’s encouragement and allowed the doctor to examine him.

The doctor seemed unperturbed after listening to his lungs and examining his throat and ears. The thermometer however had bad news to give. After being under Will’s tongue for a few minutes, it beeped raucously, making Will wince. Hannibal examined the reading, clicking his tongue sadly.

“103.7. I think we have Jack to blame for that. You shouldn’t have left this house today, and now you have the fever to prove it. Why did you let Jack convince you to come?”

“He insisted. He makes it difficult to refuse,” will croaked weakly. “And I didn’t think it was so bad.”

“Pleasing Jack isn’t worth your own health, Will. Remember that.”

“Easy for you to say,” Will mumbled.

Hannibal only sighed. “I can tell you’re feeling miserable. Let me find you some medication to ease the symptoms.”

“I have stuff in the bathroom cabinet,” Will said with a painful-sounding cough. “Behind the mih- mee- mirror--Kihh’tCHEWW! Hihhggh-CHOOF! Gihh-CHUUH!”

With a groan, Will fruitlessly searched for the handkerchief he’d been given. Hannibal handed him tissue from the box nearby. “Gesundheit. Those sounded painful.”

“They were,” Will sniffled again and again, trying to clear his head. “So do I have the flu, doctor?”

“It appears so to me. While sneezing so much is uncommon with the flu, such a high fever is uncommon in a cold, as is the inflammation in your ears. You seem to have a good deal of joint pain too. All of this points to more than a cold, Mr. Graham. You’ll need to take it easy for the rest of this week. I will take the liberty of informing Jack.”

“After I sneezed in there, I don’t think he’ll be asking me back any time soon,” Will muttered sheepishly. “But thank you, Dr. Lecter.”

“My pleasure. But my patients call me Dr. Lecter. My friends call me Hannibal. I hope you will do that same.”

“Are we friends?”

“I consider you a friend, Will. Would anyone other than a friend come to look after you when you’re ill in bed?” As he spoke, Hannibal rummaged around in the medicine cabinet, looking for what he needed.

“I suppose that’s true. Though I’m not exactly in bed.”

“But you would be if I weren’t here, no?”

“Fair point. Well then thank you, Hannibal.”

“You’re most welcome. So, here is some medicine, as you requested. Let me fetch you some water. Or would you prefer tea?”

“Water now, and tea soon. If it’s not too much trouble. But you don’t have to stay. I can look after myself. I promise you I’ll stay in and rest.”

“I won’t hear of it. You are ill, and I’m already present and eager to assist you. I’ll see to it that you’re as comfortable as possible before I go.”

Will was about to argue further, but before he could, Hannibal headed into the kitchen and began preparing to make tea, effectively ending the conversation. Sick and miserable as he was, Will gave up the fight and simply lay back down and closed his eyes. After all, it was nice to be looked after every once in a while, and the little house didn’t feel quite so empty with another person in it.

Over the next hour or so, Hannibal puttered in and out of the living room, bringing Will things while simultaneously working on things in the kitchen. He first prepared tea for them both, and sat with Will to drink it after helping him sit up yet again. Before he left, he made sure Will was propped up on a pillow and warmly covered. He also went out to his car a few times, bringing in odds and ends.

Will listlessly followed all of this, dozing at times, or miserably sneezing and coughing at others. Every time he sneezed, the doctor was at his side to ensure he was well, or else blessed him earnestly from the kitchen.

Lovely smells began wafting out of the kitchen eventually, though it took Will quite some time to realize it, with his plugged nose. The thought of any food made his stomach growl hungrily, for he hadn’t eaten much yesterday due to the grisly case they were investigating, and had eaten nothing today.

He weakly levered himself up to lean against the side of the couch after a while, because lying down for too long made his head throb even more, and also in expectation of food. He couldn't stop shivering when he was sitting up though, exhausted as he was.That was how Hannibal found him when he reemerged with 2 bowls of soup shortly thereafter, weaky shivering against the arm of the couch and once again in a half-doze.

Hannibal noted that Will’s teeth were nearly chattering with chills, and after setting down the two bowls, he approached to briskly rub Will’s arms and chest through the blanket before handing him a bowl of soup.

“Look sharp, Will. I don’t want you spilling this soup with your shivering. It wasn’t easy to make with the limited ingredients in your kitchen. Still, I think you’ll find it most satisfactory, and I won’t have it wasted.”

“Thank you Dr.-- Hannibal,” said Will, thickly as ever, his consonants all but lost to his stuffy nose as he sat up slowly.

“Eat up. This will do you some good. I sense it’s been quite some time since someone cooked for you. “

“Your suspicions are as accurate as ever.” Will made as if to grab his bowl, but instead was forced to turn his face into his shoulder for a volley of sneezes:

“Heh-gh’CHOO! Heh- heh’krrh’CHNXT! Hehhh- NXXT’chuuuhh!”

“It seems--”

Will held up a hand to stop the doctor as his breath scissored yet again:

“Kihh’nnxttch’OOOF! Ah- ah-KSSHHOO! KERCHOOO!”

Will pressed both hands to his throbbing head with a groan, which was a bad idea, because the groan turned into a nasty cough that felt as if it was splitting his chest open.

When he finally began to catch his breath, he sensed a hand on his shoulder, supporting him. Hannibal gave it an encouraging squeeze before he released his grasp.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure that was as pathetic to watch as it felt. What were you saying?” Will carefully blew his nose, trying to avoid another coughing attack, and also prevent another sneezing attack.

“I was saying, it seems all your symptoms are competing for your attention at once. This must be a nasty bug indeed.”

“It’s always like this when I get sick. It happens rarely, so it’s always worse than it would be for most people. My father was the same way.”

“A blessing and a curse, then.”

“You could say that.” Finally Will was able to take a mouthful of soup. He could hardly taste it, but it warmed him instantly and felt soothing to his abused throat. He eagerly finished the bowl as quickly as his streaming nose and shaking hands would allow, though the shaking was much better by the time the soup was gone.

“I take it you approve then. Good. I’m pleased with the finished product myself.”

“It was perfect. Thank you.”

“There’s no need to keep thanking me. But again, you’re most welcome. Now, shall we turn something on the television here with which to entertain ourselves?”

“I’ll only fall asleep if you put something on,” said Will with a cough.

“Of course, for that is my plan. You won’t breathe well if you lie down in bed and try to sleep. Also this room is likely much warmer than your bedroom which has been closed all day. So it seems the best course of action is to aid you in sleeping right where you are.”

“I see. All I’ve wanted all day is to sleep. So I’ll take whatever assistance I can get at this point.”

“Good man. Let me find a cooking show somewhere. That will be quite enough to entertain me, and I think the perfect backdrop for you to sleep to.”

Hannibal did just that, while Will got comfortable against the side of the couch. Just to test himself, he actually tried to watch and follow the show, and sure enough this was the perfect way to ensure he fell asleep all the faster.

Some unknown amount of time later, Will slowly regained partial consciousness. He heard the TV still playing before he opened his eyes. He also became aware that he had shifted in his sleep and was no longer leaning back against the couch, but leaning on something to his side, a warm comfortable presence.

Not fully awake, Will realized he was leaning against Hannibal. He mumbled a hoarse apology as he shifted back the other way, already nearly asleep again.

“It’s quite all right, Will,” he heard, as if from a great distance. “If I was uncomfortable, I would have moved you. Feel free to sleep however you like.”

Will did not respond, for he was lost again to a deep sleep.

Another unknown amount of time later, Will awoke again. The TV was still playing, but the couch was unoccupied except for himself. He was bundled comfortably against the arm of the couch and covered in an extra blanket.

Looking around groggily, he determined that Hannibal had left. His suit coat and bags were gone, and the kitchen was dark and quiet. Further inspection revealed a note left on the table in Hannibal’s neat script:

“I had to return to my own home for the evening. You seemed much better as you slept, so I didn’t want to wake you, but I apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. I will be back to check on you in the morning. I have left the soup in your fridge and prepared the kettle for you to make tea whenever you wake. Make sure to keep yourself warm and hydrated.

Sleep well.

H.L.”

Will flopped back down with a chesty cough. Hannibal would be back in the morning. Will was surprised to find that thought calmed him and somehow warmed him. Someone cared enough to want to continue making sure he was okay. He hadn’t experienced that in far too long.

He painfully levered himself to stand after he caught his breath and headed to the kitchen to make tea. He planned to drink it, feed the dogs and let them out, then go straight back to bed. Perhaps when he woke again, Hannibal would be with him. He found he hoped so.

#sickfic #sicknario #Sickness #snzfic #snzblr #snzario #sneezes plus fevers of course #a touch-starved sickie ❤❤❤#hanni/bal lec/ter #will grah/am #everyone is hotter with a fever #send me asks #answered asks #ask box story

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hannigramficrecs · 4 years

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Alpha Mine by slashyrogue [words: 2,308]

Hannibal had always thought of his second gender as a weapon until he met Will Graham or Omega Hannibal has the hots for Will Graham who's too much of a gentleman to notice until it's too late.

Truly, Madly, Deeply by slashyrogue [words: 52,811]

They meet by chance at a Christmas Party and share a kiss that seals their fate.

Wage Your War by Della19 [words: 57,669]

A fic about omega Will Graham manipulating alpha Hannibal Lecter into getting exactly what he wants.

Arrangement by YouAreMyDesign [words: 11,185]

It's been a while since he was able to move within his house without listening to Abigail fussing, for any number of reasons. Desperation would make her hungry enough to take the occasional bottle, but he can't fight the feeling of supreme relief he feels, hearing a quiet house, knowing that his daughter will be well-fed and taken care of by such a sweet, young omega, with evident powerful maternal instincts.

Tender Loving Care by extremelyperturbed [words: 2,424]

AU in which Alphas during their Rut are as weak as Omegas in Heat. Driven by pheromones, they have only one thing on their mind and forget completely about water, food and sleep, and their Omegas have to care about them, feed them, calm them and make them rest.

Surrogacy by anon [words: 12,966]

Will is broke, unable to afford college. Instead of working multiple jobs or in something he would not appreciate, he decides to sign up at a surrogate agency. He meets the Lecter's, an alpha/alpha relationship where Alana is unable to have children, yet Hannibal wishes to carry on his lineage. They meet with Will, finding him exactly what they want in a surrogate. Only, it is not as simple as having Hannibal's child.

Railroad Track by rainbowdracul: [words: 19,942]

Will is an omega rendered undesirable by his vivid nightmares, sleepwalking, and hysteria. He's certain he's going to die a miserable spinster.Then he meets the handsome, successful Doctor Hannibal Lecter, who is instantly smitten and sweeps Will away. At first ecstatic, Will's visions slowly grow darker and focus on the serial killer known as the Chesapeake Ripper, as cracks begin to appear in his "perfect" mate.

Child Bride by IcarusFeathers [words: 4,378]

When Hannibal Lecter first met his intended, his child bride had asked rather innocently "are you my new daddy?" and he hadn't wanted to disappoint.

Tribe Mother by YouAreMyDesign [words: 19,071]

"I ask for his head and you bring me his whole body," Will murmurs. "I wonder if I should expect the same in all aspects of our life together."Hannibal smiles, not pausing from his work. "Ask me for a bite to eat and I will bring you a feast," he promises. "A river in place of a glass of water. Endless hours of pleasure when commanded to give a single kiss."

Dahlia by YouAreMyDesign [words: 12,435]

Hannibal merely stares at him, and wonders if the lamb's wool was hiding this wolf all along. "I know what you did to me. What you've done to all those omegas in the press. Butchered, childless, discarded like the trash they are."

Chesapeake Mafia by Anna_Jay [words: 21,704]

Hannibal is the leader of the mafia organization that continually evade capture from Agent Jack Crawford. However, when Jack catches wind of who the leader's mate is, he does whatever he can to take Hannibal down. Will, who is Hannibal's pregnant mate is not too keen on the idea of being used as bait.

Dissolving Like the Setting Sun by PKA [words: 3,422]

In this universe, Will doesn't suffer from encephalitis, but from a prolonged heat sickness. When he visits Hannibal with Abel Gideon in tow, things escalate.

A Keepsake by HigherMagic [words: 3,318]

As Alpha, when they'd mated, Will was legally his property, to do with as he sees fit – a set of laws Hannibal despises, and Will knows he despises, for they are equals in all things and no bite mark, no ability to knot, no ability to bear young, will change that.But the fact of the matter remains that their past was a product of Hannibal's designs. Now it's Will's turn.

Knot Me, Please by anon [words: 5,285]

Will is a young rescue omega that was saved from a mill, and Bedelia acquires him to breed and have pups with her pedigree alpha, Hannibal, once his first heat hits.

Footprints in Snow by scorpiobabylon [words: 12,509]

Hannibal is held at gunpoint by a pregnant omega in the woods. They fall in love, of course, on the omega's terms.

Marks by FireFleshAndBlood [words: 4,414]

The details of a case overwhelm Will's better judgment and he finds himself craving what he thought he never wanted.

Au Jus by canis_m [words: 2,311]

On the hunt for the Minnesota Shrike, Will goes into heat early. Good thing there's a doctor on call.

Imbalanced Perfection by Watermelonsmellinfellon [words: 7,276]

Will Graham was an Omega. However, there was something wrong internally. His instincts as an Omega were nonexistent due to an imbalance of chemicals in the body, meaning he felt no need to submit to Alphas, and disliked being ordered around. While his Heats were ever present and surely something he dealt with each year, he wasn’t considered ‘good enough’ and wasn’t wanted by anyone. Then Hannibal came along.

Shadowing by stratumgermanitivum and YouAreMyDesign [words: 12,725]

“I’m very strict with my interns,” the doctor says slowly, his eyes on Will’s, never drifting. “In fact, I had asked them not to assign me any more. Unfortunately, I was the only surgeon available to take on extra duties. My expectations for you and your behavior will be high. I have fired interns before, and while I didn’t relish the experience, I won’t hesitate to do so again.”

Sick Day by sku7314977 [words: 26,944]

Will misses his scheduled appointment and Hannibal visits Wolf Trap to see what’s keeping his favorite not-patient from visiting his office. When he comes by Will’s house expecting to find the assumed Beta curled in bed sick he’s caught off guard by the thick musk of hormones attacking his olfactory telling him of an unexpected Omega in heat.

More or Less by acheforhim [words: 6,696]

Will imprints on Lecter as soon as he meets him.

Sweet As Peaches On the Tongue by Dangereuse [words: 8,452]

Hannibal finds omega Will much younger than anyone suspected.

Feral by stratumgermanitivum [words: 2,397]

“Will,” Jack Crawford growls down the line, “Tell me Hannibal Lecter never confided in you that he was an Omega.” “Oh, shit.” “Oh, shit,” Jack agrees.

Predicaments by stratumgermanitivum [words: 3,865]

The good thing about being bonded was that eventually, your cycles synced up. Heats and ruts could still be triggered by outside circumstances, but generally, both you and your partner suffered together, instead of alone. Will had always been more or less regular, heats coming every three months, give or take a few days. Hannibal was like clockwork, a perfectly scheduled three-day weekend every three months. When they got together, they synchronized almost immediately. Will was busy, however. He didn’t always remember to track his heat- he had Hannibal for that. He didn’t realize he was late until he came home to a red-eyed Alpha growling at him from the doorway of the kitchen.

Wrong by HotMolasses [words: 4,257]

Will roughly rubbed his arm across his mouth again, trying to rub it off. Rub off the scent of Alana, after they’d kissed. After she’d kissed him. Or he’d kissed her? It was mutual. Until it wasn’t. Until Will breathed in her scent, so familiar, so Alpha, so…wrong. He’d pulled back forcibly, unable to hide the expression of revulsion on his face. “I…I need to go.” he said, sweeping his coat off the back of a chair on his way towards the door. “Lock up when you leave.” The weather was crap, and it probably wasn’t smart to drive in the snow while he was in pre-heat, but Will didn’t know what else to do. He needed to figure this out, he needed to talk to the only person who understood him. He needed to talk to Hannibal.

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boundarycrossings · 4 years

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On Pellagra

Excerpt from case series, “Pellagra at the Connecticut Hospital for the Insane”

By William C. Sandy, M.D., Middletown, Conn Assistant Superintendent, Connecticut Hospital for the Insane

From the American Journal of Insanity published by American Medico-Psychological Association, Volume 75, 1918-1919

“…The third case, one of dementia praecox, after some years of hospital residence in several institutions, developed pellagra symptoms. For several months prior to this she had persistently refused food and was tube fed. She failed to respond to treatment, death occurring about a month after the appearance of characteristic symptoms.

Case 3. No. 15632. Admitted November 16 1915. Female, white, born in Pennsylvania, age 43, married. Congregationalist, housewife.

Father developed epilepsy after 40 years of age. Otherwise family history negative.

Early life and development not unusual. Graduated from Wellesley College and taught school until her marriage in 1900. Has had four children, three male, one female, the youngest being born in June 20 1908. In this position she was very sociable and sunny, not easily irritated. Never showed great capacity for work. She has said to have been rather eccentric and of a romantic nature. Following the birth of her last child in 1908, she neglected her household duties, wrote letters in which she prophesied many dangers in the serious happenings. She did queer things such as endeavoring to have an acquaintance adopt her youngest child, taking her father from a private sanitarium to try to heal him herself, trying to exercise healing power over a strange child, burning her children’s books and play things, at times becoming excited, and violent if opposed. Received treatment in several private institutions and the Norwich state hospital. She showed market religious trends of a peculiar nature. On admission, weight 116 pounds, height 5’3”. Poorly nourished. Sallow complexion. Wassermann negative (note: this was a test for syphilis before being replaced by the VDRL/RPR tests). She entered readily into the hospital routine. After a while, at times performed peculiar ask such as undressing and going to bed directly after breakfast, which she said she did in obedience “ to the spirit.” She often talked to her self and reacted constantly to auditory hallucinations, being direct commands from God. spoke of “wondermen of the world” through whom she communicated her ideas. General mental organization good. Insight and judgment defective.

Following admission she remained seclusive, neat and tidy, occupied in her room and embroidery. Constantly hallucinating, the false voices often directed her so that at times for long periods She would be absolutely mute, inactive, with eyes closed, holding herself in bed with a rigid position, refusing food and necessitating tube feeding.

In December 1917, she developed an erythema on the backs of her hands and wrists which was symmetrical, and which later became a dermatitis with ulcerations. There were also a roughness of elbows, a seborrhea of the face, salivation, redness of the tongue, and towards the end, diarrhea. In December 1917, She became greatly emaciated. Although given special diet and other appropriate treatments she failed rapidly and died January 10, 1918. The eruption had become considerably less marked before her death but the general symptomatology pointed to pellagra.”

Norwich State Hospital (Spring 2020)

Pellagra is a disease resulting from a deficiency of Vitamin B3 (Niacin), characterized by the “four D’s” - diarrhea, dermatitis, dementia, and death. The indigenous people who first domesticated and cultivated corn were able to prevent pellagra by treating maize with nixtamalization to make niacin nutritionally available. Nixtamalization did not spread along with cultivation of corn, leading to pellagra epidemics where corn became a dietary staple in Europe and Africa. In America, it reached a peak in the South in the early 1900s. At the time of this case series, hundreds of thousands of people were affected (more than 100,000 would die between 1906-1940 of pellagra, and millions would be affected by 1940). The exact cause of pellagra was not yet known but widely suspected to be a pathogen or a toxin in corn. Because the cause was thought to be infectious, patients and families of these patients were highly stigmatized.

Dr. Joseph Goldberger, epidemiologist, was the first to shed light on the true origins of the disease. Through observations of pellagra cases in orphanages and psychiatric institutions, and various experiments on prisoners and patient populations, he was able to demonstrate the link between poor nutrition and pellagra, and that pellagra could be prevented and cured with an improved diet. One experiment at the Georgia State Sanitarium (better known as the Central State Hospital) was so successful that the study suffered from high drop out rates, with many of the patients improving to the point of being able to be discharged from the hospital, unlike Ms. No. 15632 above.

Unfortunately, his explanation was unpopular - both because of the relative popularity of germ theory (the prevailing explanation for pellagra), and for the political implications of a northerner blaming the disease on the poverty and poor living conditions in the south. In a frustrated attempt to prove that pellagra was not an infectious disease, Dr. Goldberger injected 16 volunteers including himself and his wife with blood drawn from patients with pellagra, and showed that none developed the disease. He was nominated 4 times for the Nobel prize in medicine and physiology (1916, 1925, 2 nominations in 1929) for his discovery “that pellegra is completely preventable by means of a proper diet” but did not win. After his death in 1929, his wife received a pension of $125 per month (equivalent to $1465 in 2020) from a congressional bill recognizing his scientific contributions. Dr. Conrad Elvehjem would go on to identify niacin as the specific deficiency responsible for pellagra in 1937.

In the case study above, Ms. No. 15632 likely suffered from postpartum psychosis (or depression with psychotic features), or dementia praecox (older term for schizophrenia). She may have even developed catatonia, based on the description of excitability, agitation, withdrawal (closing her eyes, remaining mute), and motor symptoms (rigidity). Combined with poor understanding of nutrition and severe withdrawal symptoms from her underlying psychiatric illness, she would have been at a high risk of developing pellagra and also at a high risk of recurrence even if she were to recover.

In the US, pellagra is now rarely seen, thanks to fortification of food. When it does occur, these patients tend to be treated on medical floors, rather than psychiatric ones.

Throughout the history of psychiatry, once the underlying causes of disorders become elucidated or a treatment is discovered, they slowly become subsumed into other fields - neurosyphilis, epilepsy, pellagra. I had my first patient with autoimmune encephalitis early in my intern year, who was initially diagnosed with unspecified psychosis. I wasn’t the one to heroically find the diagnosis. The true diagnosis would only come after repeated admissions, when the patient eventually developed autonomic instability, leading to further investigation, beyond the rather unrevealing baseline labs. Ultimately the patient received high dose steroids and IVIG, and recovered. I became - and suppose, may still be - hypervigilant in seeking out these potential “organic” etiologies. There were many discussions about the utility of a LP, or MRI, and truthfully, the numbers needed to treat were not on my side, but I couldn’t help but think of what it would mean for someone to be diagnosed with a potentially curable disorder rather than a treatable one. Later, during my rotations at the state hospital, on the quiet days without admissions, I would go down to the medical records office and read through the paper charts on some of my old-timer patients, with admissions predating the electronic medical record by decades. Surrounded by floor to ceiling metal shelving with almost a century of paper records, my heart would sink a little, thinking of how many other “curable” cases we missed.

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A man who became manic after being infected with coronavirus got so delirious he confessed to his wife that he used to have sex with men, doctors have revealed. The unidentified 41-year-old, who was treated at St Thomas’ Hospital in London, also became ‘highly aroused’ and uninhibited, questioning and inappropriately touching nurses tasked with treating him. He also became obsessed with ‘grandiose ideas’ and tried to smear water on fellow patients as if he were baptising them, medics said in a bizarre case report. The man was sick with a cough and fever for 10 days before he ended up in hospital and tested positive for Covid-19, which doctors believe triggered unusual symptoms. He eventually had to be sectioned under the Mental Health Act because he became so out of control. Describing the experience in his own words after recovering as ‘fascinating’, the man said he thought he was ‘trying to help the doctors as much as I could’. He added: ‘I began to think that I was part of a TV show, in which I was sent back from the future to save the NHS, and I was curious to see how this would end.’ The doctors said it was possible his episode was the first sign of a condition such as bipolar disorder — but did not diagnose him with that and instead put it down to the coronavirus despite admitting they can’t prove it for certain. One mental health expert told MailOnline it is well documented that immune system reactions can affect the brain and trigger mania such as what the man suffered, calling his episode ‘bizarre but not extreme’. There is growing evidence that Covid-19 can affect the brain and nervous system in various ways, the most common of which is losing the sense of smell and taste. There is growing evidence that the coronavirus, and the body’s immune response to it, can affect the brain and trigger mental health symptoms (stock image of a brain scan) Writing in the BMJ Case Reports medical journal, Dr Jamie Mawhinney and colleagues said: ‘This is, to the best of our knowledge, the first report of an acute episode of mania or psychosis as a result of SARS-CoV-2 infection.’ The man went to A&E in the early hours of the morning at the London hospital where Prime Minister Boris Johnson was treated for Covid-19. He had woken in the middle of the night feeling like his ‘brain was racing’ and telling his wife he thought he would die, doctors reported. He had told his wife about sex he had had with men, ‘mostly’ before they were married, which she had never heard him talk about before. The man also confessed to other ‘uncharacteristic’ sexual behaviours and became uninhibited and acted inappropriately while in the hospital. In the report the doctors said: ‘He was loud and highly aroused with sexual disinhibition and overfamiliar behaviour, inappropriately questioning and touching members of staff. ‘His speech was pressured, and his mood subjectively and objectively elevated. ‘His thoughts were grandiose with persecutory elements, and he had persistent strong religious ideas, manifestations of which included attempts to anoint fellow patients with water. ‘He also obsessively wrote down every personal interaction and bodily sensation. He said he found this experience “liberating”.’ The man’s behaviour became so uncontrollable he had to be sedated and was transferred to intensive care and supported with ventilation. Investigations confirmed that he was positive for SARS-CoV-2 – the virus which causes Covid-19 – but the virus was not found in his spinal fluid, which would have proved it was in his central nervous system and could have travelled to the brain. After 24 hours on ventilation, he was moved to a ward where his coronavirus symptoms lessened, but mental state remained abnormal. COVID-19 CAUSES DELIRIUM AND STROKE IN ‘HIGHER THAN EXPECTED’ PATIENTS Infection with the coronavirus can cause delirium, stroke and nerve damage in ‘a higher than expected number of patients’, a study has found. Experts from University College London have reported a ‘concerning increase’ amid the pandemic of a rare brain inflammation known to be triggered by viral infections. Typically seen in children, acute disseminated encephalomyelitis — or ‘ADEM’, for short — affects the both the brain and spinal cord. The condition — which can follow on from minor infections such as colds — sees immune cells activated to attack the fatty protective coating that covers nerves. The researchers have warned that clinicians need to be aware of the risk of neurological effects to help early diagnoses and improve patient outcomes. ‘We identified a higher than expected number of people with neurological conditions such as brain inflammation,’ said paper author and consultant neurologist Michael Zandi of the University College London. The appearance of these conditions, he added, ‘did not always correlate with the severity of respiratory symptoms.’ ‘We should be vigilant and look out for these complications in people who have had COVID-19.’ ‘Whether we will see an epidemic on a large scale of brain damage linked to the pandemic — perhaps similar to the encephalitis lethargica outbreak in the 1920s and 1930s after the 1918 influenza pandemic — remains to be seen.’ The researchers also found that other neurobiological complications — including delirium, stroke and nerve damage — appear to be associated with coronavirus. In their study, Dr Zandi and colleagues studied 43 patients — aged from 16-85 — with both neurological symptoms and either confirmed or suspected COVID-19 that were treated at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery in London. According to the researchers, many of the patients did not experience any of the respiratory symptoms often associated with the coronavirus. Among the cohort, the team identified 10 cases of temporary brain dysfunction with delirium, eight cases of strokes and eight cases with nerve damage. There were also 12 cases of brain inflammation — with nine of such patients being diagnosed with ADEM. Under normal circumstances, the London-based team said that they would only see around one adult patient with ADEM per month, on average — but that this figure has increased to at least one patient per week amid the pandemic. Further studies are needed to identify exactly why some COVID-19 patients are developing neurological complications, the researchers concluded. ‘By day eight, his behaviour had escalated further culminating in a security call and emergency sedation for the safety of himself, the ward staff and other patients,’ the report said. Psychiatric assessment found features consistent with acute mania – a state of extreme energy and arousal which can be euphoric but lead to violence – and he was detained under the Mental Health Act. Mania is often conceived as a mirror image to depression, with the two moods associated with bipolar disorder. The man was transferred to an psychiatric hospital and commenced on regular olanzapine – used to treat schizophrenia and certain types of bipolar disorder. Twelve days after being sectioned, the patient’s mania finally subsided and he was discharged. Reflecting on his experience, the man said: ‘I was taken to hospital on the 4th April with what I would describe as the worst headache of my life. At this time, I had been suffering with the symptoms of Covid-19 for over a week. ‘I was in hospital for a total of 20 days with psychosis and mania, which I experienced as fascinating. ‘This may seem strange from an outside perspective, but I was, in my mania, trying to help the doctors as much as I could, while at the same time trying to make sense of my condition. ‘For my family and friends it was frightening. Luckily, they had a lot of support from each other, and from the great team of doctors at St. Thomas hospital.’ On follow-up, doctors revealed the man was slowly being weaned off antipsychotics while his wife said he is now back to ‘his baseline level of function’. The doctors said they couldn’t rule out the first manic episode of bipolar disorder – which the patient’s sister had been diagnosed with previously. But it was clear the drastic changes in behaviours started at the same time as his tell-tale coronavirus symptoms. Professor Anthony S. David, director at the University College London Institute of Mental Health and author of ‘Into the Abyss: a neuropsychiatrists notes on troubled minds’, told MailOnline the man’s condition was ‘bizarre but actually not so extreme’ He said: ‘Psychiatrists talk about hypomania – a mild form of mania with elevated mood and feeling “high” – but mania proper includes delusions, typically grandiose, e.g. that one is god or has special powers, talking very fast, spending money and being disinhibited sexually. So this is what mania looks like. ‘Mania can be triggered by stress, lack of sleep, physical illness, drugs etc – but you have to have a predisposition. This man’s family history is probably relevant.’ He said that doctors are seeing growing numbers of neurological symptoms of Covid-19, but that they usually seemed to be caused by the immune system, rather than the virus itself getting into the brain – although this was possible, too. Professor David added: ‘Fever on its own disrupts thinking and could be enough to tip someone over into mania, if they were predisposed. A change in sleep-wake cycle is another cause. ‘The immune system can affect the brain – that is why we all feel generally yuck when we have an infection, even if the infection is in another part of the body. Inflammatory chemicals and cells circulate and some can affect the brain. ‘The more specific effect – which is rare but well recognised following other viruses – is that an immune response is triggered and the antibodies end up attacking the person’s brain in an effort to kill the virus – sort of “collateral damage”. ‘Depending where the damage is concentrated, this can cause delusions as well as affecting consciousness, memory etcetera.’ He said some medications being used to treat coronavirus, such as steroids, are known to cause mania and psychosis. The man is not known to have been receiving treatment before his episode began, however. Doctors pointed out Covid-19 manifests in a number of ways affecting multiple systems – including the central nervous system (CNS). The coronavirus enters human cells by latching onto ACE-2 receptors on the surface. Although the lungs are the key site for expressing ACE-2 in the body, it is also found in endothelial cells in the brain. This may provide a route into the CNS. Previous reports have linked SARS-CoV-2 in the development of viral encephalitis – inflammation of the brain causing delirium, changes in personality and confusion. Yesterday University College London revealed study findings that the coronavirus can cause delirium, stroke and nerve damage in ‘a higher than expected number of patients’. Experts from University College London have reported a ‘concerning increase’ amid the pandemic of a rare brain inflammation known to be triggered by viral infections. Of the patients they studied with altered brain function, none had detectable levels of the coronavirus in the brain or spinal fluid – much like the 41-year-old case report. This, they explained, suggests that the virus did not directly cause the neurological symptoms and that some complications of COVID-19 ‘might come from [one’s] immune response, rather than the virus itself.’ They said it ‘remains to be seen’ if the pandemic causes an epidemic of brain damage. The post Delirious coronavirus-infected man confesses to his wife that he used to have sex with men appeared first on Shri Times.

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No, Vaccines Should Never Be Mandatory

As a libertarian, I often find it amusing when other fellow libertarians reveal their inconsistencies. For instance, many libertarians think that everyone has the right to do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t interfere with the same right of others… except when it comes to vaccines.

Vaccination should be mandatory, they claim, because unvaccinated people harm everyone else.

This raises the question, “if vaccines worked, then why should vaccinated people be worried about unvaccinated people getting them sick”? Besides that head-scratcher, a case could be made that people who pass on communicable diseases should be charged with a crime, but not being vaccinated does not equate to being sick much less passing a disease on to someone.

As I explain in the below excerpt from Paleo Family, vaccines in general are a great medical achievement but there are risks to all of them and while there may be a benefit to society, mandating their consumption for certain government services makes for a shoddy medical and economic system:

Vaccination is an astonishing medical achievement, but granted its stunning success in the battle against communicable disease, the treatment is not risk free.

This is the most common misconception of vaccines and it is perpetuated by many officials in the industry who have either invented a vaccine such as Dr. Paul Offit (rotavirus vaccine) and Dr. Stanley Plotkin (rubella vaccine) or those who stand to profit from them.

They claim that the general population needs to trust the experts in the medical profession and that there are no significant adverse side effects from vaccines.

As Offit says, “Of course it’s reasonable the parents would argue that vaccines be held to the absolute highest standard of safety. These vaccines should cause virtually no severe side effects, and that’s really pretty much true. It’s extremely rare that they would cause any problem.”

But is it true?

With the first vaccine for smallpox, many people who received it became ill and 2- to 3-percent died.

The modern smallpox vaccine comes with its risks as well. Besides the typical fever, shivering, swollen lymph nodes, chest pains, hallucinations, skin rash and lesions, vomiting, and diarrhea, it has also been known to cause encephalitis, encephalomyelitis, encephalopathy, blindness, and, yes, death.

The smallpox vaccine hasn’t been recommended since eradication but if every adult in the US received the shot, we could expect upwards of 500 people to die from it the first year.

Of course, if there was an outbreak of the actual disease of smallpox, we’d be lucky to limit mortality to 500 persons. Smallpox is a very dangerous disease and if there was ever an outbreak, the risks would certainly be warranted.

But there are risks for all vaccines, even for vaccines that protect against relatively harmless diseases.

For most healthy children, chickenpox is a benign condition that lasts for about a week.

Although not common, high risk populations are more likely to experience complications from the varicella virus; such as, skin infections, encephalitis, and pneumonia. However, the vaccine that is being promoted to prevent chickenpox can also cause pneumonia, encephalitis, meningitis, or hepatitis in healthy children.

The measles-mumps-rubella (MMR) vaccine has been known to cause encephalitis, febrile seizures, and short-term joint pain.

Several vaccines including MMR, chickenpox, influenza, hepatitis B, meningococcal, human papillomavirus (HPV), and tetanus-containing vaccines have been linked to anaphylaxis (severe, potentially life-threatening allergic reaction).

The flu vaccine is a known cause of Guillain-Barré Syndrome and it has also been shown that the HPV vaccine has led to death.

The National Vaccine Injury Compensation Program has paid out billions of dollars to injured victims and their families for Guillain-Barré Syndrome, Transverse Myelitis, Neuropathy, Brachial Neuritis, Bell’s Palsy, Neuromyelitis Optica, Optic Neuritis, Vision Loss, Parsonage Turner Syndrome, Encephalitis, Acute Hemorrhagic Leukoencephalomyelitis, and many more conditions caused by vaccines.

Vaccine Adjuvants (Aluminum)

Apart from the side effects listed on the safety inserts of each vaccine and those that warranted payouts by the National Vaccine Injury Compensation Program, there is mounting evidence that some portion of the population may be susceptible to toxicity from vaccine adjuvants or preservatives such as aluminum.

Aluminum is used in several vaccines to increase the effectiveness and in some cases it is an essential ingredient that actually causes the immune response. Without it, the vaccine would not “work” as intended.

But as of the time of this writing, there have been no known studies to demonstrate the maximum level of aluminum safely injected through vaccines.

There was a study in the New England Journal of Medicine that looked at aluminum in intravenous feeding solutions for premature babies.

That study found that 5 micrograms of aluminum per 5 kilograms of body weight per day was safe but much more of the metal led to neurological damage.

There have not been any studies done on IV feeding solutions or vaccines for healthy babies but the FDA did set a limit on injectables at 25 micrograms.

Despite this, the CDC vaccine schedule includes a shot of hepatitis B vaccine for babies in their first 24 hours.

There are two options for pediatric hepatitis B vaccine and both include 250 micrograms of aluminum—10 times the FDA limit for injectables. This is repeated a month later, and when the infant returns for her 2-month checkup, she could possibly be injected with an astounding 1,225 micrograms of aluminum, which is repeated for the 4- and 6-month shots.

A study published in 2008 from SUNY-Stony Brook compared children who received the triple Hepatitis B vaccine series to those who had not.

The results were published in Toxicological and Environmental Chemistry and were quite alarming: children who had received the full, recommended Hepatitis B vaccine series were nine times more likely to need special education than children who did not receive a single dose of the vaccine. Furthermore, the same researchers found that premature boys who received the hepatitis B vaccine had a threefold increase in autism diagnoses.

Again, (just to reiterate the point) there have been no documented scientific studies demonstrating the safety of the levels of aluminum found in vaccines, yet drug manufacturers and physicians plow through with more vaccines including the adjuvant. Why? How could safety regulators be so seemingly ambivalent toward an ingredient in vaccines when there is good evidence that high amounts can be dangerous to humans?

Medical authorities and government bureaucrats wouldn’t let this happen in any other medical product, much less any other industry. Why are vaccines different?

Well, as anyone familiar with the industry will know, vaccines have become a sort of third rail of American medical science.

It has been established by the authorities that vaccines are necessary to the safety of society and must be protected as a class of pharmaceutical.

FDA Screening

The National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act, passed by Congress in 1986 and signed into law by President Reagan, protects vaccine manufacturers from any liability for damage by their product.

As Justice Antonin Scalia wrote in perhaps his worst decision, the law leaves, “judgments about vaccine design to the FDA and the National Vaccine Program rather than juries.”

A Vaccine Injury Compensation Program was established and since that time, according to the government’s most recent report of the program, approximately 3.5 BILLION dollars have been paid out to vaccine injured persons, or their families in the case of death.

But if that system of manufacturer impunity doesn’t work with any other medical product, why should it work with a drug category that is injected in our most vulnerable citizens?

A brief overview of FDA-approved prescription drug history shows that we can’t trust the FDA to catch all harmful drugs.

Accutane was a popular anti-acne drug on the market for 27 years until the mounting legal fees were too much. The manufacturer Hoffman-La Roche defended over 7,000 lawsuits and paid out over $9 million for causing birth defects, premature birth, and miscarriages in pregnant women and inflammatory bowel disease and suicidal tendencies in others.

The FDA approved Bayer’s Baycol to reduce cholesterol, which was on the market for three years before being recalled for causing 52 deaths.

Darvon and Darvocet were on the market for 55 years relieving pain when it was recalled for causing toxicity to the heart and over 2,100 deaths.

Vioxx, Quaalude, Cylert, Lotrenox, and dozens of other slightly-Star Trek-sounding drugs were approved by the FDA for varying lengths of time only to be recalled because they were too dangerous.

It’s clear that the FDA’s screening process isn’t 100 percent effective and bad drugs get through. They’re only taken off the market after major litigation efforts from injured parties. But that’s not going to happen with vaccines due to the special legal status vaccine manufacturers enjoy.

Instead, they will remain on the market, potentially causing harm to children, and the US government will foot the bill for damages through the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program, which is funded through a tax placed on the vaccine manufacturers for each distributed dose.

CDC recommended vaccines are then made compulsory for all children and paid for by federal programs.

Anyone familiar with basic economics will spot the problem in which a party can enjoy all the financial benefits of mandated products with very little risk.

Market forces which usually would oblige a drug company to develop safer drugs no longer apply to vaccine manufacturers. That’s a great bargain for the pharmaceutical companies, but it is quite unfortunate for those of us on the other side.

This unique legal structure for vaccine manufacturers has created a suspect medical structure with two dangerous precedents:

Vaccines are not tested against inert placebo. Typically, drugs are tested against a completely inert substance in controlled studies (such as sugar pills or saline injections). For all other drugs, the FDA requires long-term, multi-year, double blind safety studies that compare the rate of adverse reactions of those who received the drug against those who received true inert placebo. That is the gold standard for evaluating the safety of pharmaceuticals, but is considered unethical in the case of childhood vaccines. Instead, new vaccines are tested only against other vaccines and/or shots of adjuvants. This assumes that other vaccines and the adjuvants are perfectly safe to begin with. For a vaccine to be considered safe, it needs only to be less harmful than other vaccines. The assumption of the safety of vaccine components is not intellectually or scientifically honest. Furthermore, the follow-up during vaccine trials to assess potential adverse reactions is not sufficiently long; vaccine drug trials follow babies for sometimes just days and then determine whether or not the vaccine could have had an adverse reaction, not taking into account potentially long-term effects such as developmental delays.

Vaccine responses are not monitored for potentially serious outcomes. The Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS) is available for when a vaccine is suspected for an adverse outcome, but this is voluntary. On more than one occasion the Institute of Medicine (IOM) has published its concern for better research into vaccine safety and adverse events based on VAERS. In its report, the IOM found some causal relationships between vaccines and poor health outcomes, including death. In another report, the IOM also voiced concerns for combining vaccines; saying that there exists, “little information pertaining to the risk of serious adverse events following administration of multiple vaccines simultaneously.” This is critical because the majority of childhood vaccines are now given in combination.

There is no other field of medicine that continues under these conditions. No one would allow it. And as a result of this dangerous medical double standard, the CDC vaccine schedule has ballooned in size.

Vaccine Dosage and Effect

Since 1986 when the National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act was passed, the number of required childhood vaccines has increased significantly.

In 1983, the CDC had 23 doses of vaccines on their schedule to be administered in 11 shots. Only one of these—DPT—contained aluminum.

By 1994, there were 33 doses on the schedule administered in 18 shots, including the Hep B vaccine given at birth with its 250 micrograms of aluminum given three times.

Fast forward to 2017; when the CDC recommended 69 doses in 16 shots before the age of 18, 50 of those doses before the age of six.

Some of the newest vaccines have questionable merit at best.

Chickenpox, for example, is typically a relatively harmless disease. Not to belittle the virus, it was responsible for anywhere from 40 to 140 deaths out of the millions of children infected per year. Mainly, it was an annoyance—having to stay out of school for a week or two. But people were not terrified of getting chickenpox.

In fact, when hearing of friends’ kids who had the disease, some would intentionally infect their kids and have a “chickenpox party” so as to get the infection out of the way.

While the varicella vaccine is not considered to be the most risky of vaccines with regard to side effects, there is another downside to vaccinating against diseases that are usually not serious for the average child.

People who get chickenpox have lifetime immunity and when they are repeatedly exposed to the disease (like a booster), they’re less likely to suffer from shingles later in life. Studies have shown that the recent shingles epidemic may be caused by widespread chickenpox vaccination, which removed the natural booster.

Furthermore, pregnant women who have had chickenpox transfer passive immunity to their neonates because the immunity is lifelong, whereas immunity from vaccines can wear off (more on this later) and provide no protection to vulnerable infants.

The HPV vaccine Gardasil is perhaps one of the most dubious of all the new vaccines. Fast-tracked by the FDA, the vaccine is designed to prevent the human papillomavirus and therefore prevent the subsequent onset of cervical cancer, which is believed to be caused by HPV.

There are over 4,000 cervical cancer deaths a year, but it’s not clear whether preventing HPV will lower that number as 90 percent of HPV cases clear up on their own within two years. And Gardasil is particularly risky when it comes to side effects, garnering tens of thousands of adverse effect reports on VAERS and over 110 deaths.

One of the doctors who helped develop the vaccine, Dr. Diane Harper, came out against it shortly after it was released to the public.

She said, “The risks of serious adverse events including death reported after Gardasil use in (the JAMA article by CDC’s Dr. Barbara Slade) were 3.4/100,000 doses distributed. That rate of serious adverse events [is] on par with the death rate of cervical cancer. Gardasil has been associated with at least as many serious adverse events as there are deaths from cervical cancer developing each year.”

What’s more troubling is that Gardasil may actually increase the risk of cancer in some women.

According to an FDA report, obtained by the Freedom of Information Act, girls who have already been exposed to HPV (girls who were seropositive) saw an increased risk of developing precancerous lesions by 44.6 percent after receiving the vaccine.

The report states, “It appeared that subjects in this subgroup of study 013 who received Gardasil

might have had enhanced risk factors for development of [cancer] or worse compared to placebo recipients.”

This is the exact opposite effect that vaccines are designed to produce, yet policymakers are still adamant that all girls and now boys receive the vaccine.

The use of aluminum adjuvants may make the HPV vaccine particularly dangerous as well.

One study found HPV L1 gene fragments in the blood and spleen of a girl who died unexpectedly after receiving three quadrivalent HPV vaccine shots. The thought is that while aluminum may make Gardasil more effective in preventing HPV, it may also make it more difficult for the body to expel. During drug testing for Gardasil, only aluminum containing placebos were used, not saline.

All of this is by no means conclusive, but with suspect efficacy in the first place it should at least make one question the rationale of mandating the vaccine for teenagers.

Recommendations

Given what we know about immunogenic response to vaccines, and that some children may be more vulnerable to vaccine injury, is a one-size-fits-all approach prudent?

Many reputable medical establishments think not.

Researchers at the Mayo Clinic have made some sensible recommendations based on the literature:

Abandon a one-size- (and dose-) fits-all vaccine approach for all vaccines and all persons.

Predict the likelihood of a significant adverse event to a vaccine.

Decide the number of doses likely to be needed to induce a sufficient response to a vaccine.

Design and develop new vaccines and studies to prove their efficacy and safety in such a way as to begin to use them in an individualized manner.

Identify approaches to vaccination for individuals and groups (based on age, gender, race, other) based on genetic predilections to vaccine response and reactivity.

Naturally, we want to protect our children. What each Paleo Family should decide is what risks they are willing to take in order to keep their children as natural and healthy as possible while still protecting them from nature’s ugly side.

It can safely be said that the original vaccine that ended up helping to eradicate smallpox from the face of the earth was a miracle and a crowning achievement of medical science. But it’s also clear that miracles do not scale.

Smallpox was a scourge on humanity. Chickenpox is a nuisance. The smallpox vaccine saved lives; we don’t even know if some of the modern vaccines like HPV vaccine do what they are supposed to do.

As with any medication or pharmaceutical, there are health risks that come with the benefits of vaccines. It is irresponsible to suggest that all people should get all such pharmaceuticals and it is illegitimate use of governmental authority to require it in order to receive benefits or other privileges.

We have the right to accept or reject all medical treatment. It is up to us to make sure our representatives understand that.

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Ever since Valley Forge, vaccines have been eradicating diseases all across the world. From China to Britain to Brazil to the United States, mandates for children to be vaccinated have been employed, requiring a child to be up to date with all vaccinations in order to attend school. Unfortunately, in recent years many parents refuse to vaccinate their children, or themselves for that matter, at the risk of the vaccine giving them autism. In the eyes of most qualified doctors, this reasoning is completely ridiculous. However, once driven by a strong enough force and reason, parents will do anything to keep their kids safe from a perceived threat, including risking the life of the child in question. Regardless of the argument that vaccines cause autism, preventing disease and the safety of the children should be the top priority and vaccines need to be required for any person in society.

The reason for vaccines is simple: to avoid getting sick. Recent studies have shown that measles, a disease that was “declared eliminated in the U.S.” in the year 2000, is making a comeback, with 1,416 cases since then (CBC News). Of those 1,416 people, over fifty-six percent did not receive the vaccine, a staggering number (CBC News). The biggest danger of measles, besides death, is encephalitis, the swelling of the brain, that “can cause convulsions, deafness, and brain damage” (Chukwuma Muanya). Rather than let a child die, we as a society should strive to vaccinate everyone and eliminate deadly illnesses. As diseases logically work, the more people the are who are unvaccinated, the more there are of measles cases.

A considerable effect of vaccines is also that infant mortality rates due to disease have significantly decreased. A baby may be too young to receive shots, but others being vaccinated actually benefits the infant. Take for instance pertussis, or more commonly known as whooping cough. A newborn is unable to receive shots due to the fact that they are still developing, and it is a risk that they might have a reaction that could be deadly (Russell Saunders). However, children above a certain age, and well into adulthood, are capable of getting shots to prevent whooping cough. This in turn eliminates most threats of the babies being infected with the disease, since most people are vaccinated and have a severely low chance of contracting it. Without vaccines, these chances would be much greater, and could result in death because even whooping cough is deadly to newborns.

However, despite the many positives that come with vaccines, there are always going to be non believers and naysayers. Many parents nowadays are denying much needed vaccines on the off chance that they cause autism in children. Due to a study by Andrew Wakefield, people now believe there is a connection between vaccines and autism making them more hesitant to get their shots and further endangering themselves and those around them (Muanya). Yet, even though this study was found to be phony and Wakefield “lost his medical license” as a result, people still stand by these findings, including himself (Muanya). Risking the chances of contracting measles just to avoid autism seems like backwards thinking, and this kind of thinking risks more than just becoming ill oneself. Not vaccinating leads to others being at risk of catching the disease that one caught due to not being up to date with shots. As Steven Salzberg, a biomedical engineer professor states, “Vaccines are not only safe, but they are perhaps the greatest public health success in the history of civilization.” (Muanya) Now why believe a false study when qualified professionals claim the complete opposite?

Vaccine refusal arguments are perhaps the most loosely based arguments faced in the scientific community. The belief that they cause autism in children has not only been disproven by one case study, but, as Muanya writes, by “dozens...involving hundreds of thousands of people” (Muanya). Yet even if it were the case that vaccines do indeed cause autism, it seems that many parents would feel better knowing that their kid was infected with a disease than have autism, which in and of itself is grossly ableist. Compared to a slight difference in brain function, parents would prefer a kid suffering through “fever, cough, inflamed eyes, runny nose and sore throat�� as a “red, blotchy rash appears all over the body” with complications later like “ear infections and diarrhea”, “pneumonia”, and “encephalitis” (Muanya). Furthermore, this “refusal of vaccines because they are scary” is not a new idea. The thought of vaccine refusals actually has a long history, not even remotely related to autism but still a very illogical reason. Saunders explains, “people feared the first vaccine against smallpox, derived from a related illness called cowpox, would literally turn them into cows” (Saunders). Still, as ridiculous as that sounds, even after the development of science and technology, people continue to come up with excruciatingly ludicrous ideas to not get vaccinated.

Vaccinations in this world have done nothing but good things. Without them, our population would be drastically lower due to disease wiping us out. It is inconceivable that parents would refuse to keep their children healthy at the risk of the kids becoming autistic, as if that excuse warrants the danger that comes with not vaccinating someone. Vaccine mandates are essential for protecting not only current generations, but those generations that come after.

Works Cited

Muanya, Chukwuma. "Debate On Vaccine Safety Rages As the Country Nears Polio-Free Status." Africa News Service 11 Feb. 2015: n. pag. Opposing Viewpoints in Context. Web. 20 Sept. 2016.

This article provided information on the effects of measles and the case study that was later to be proven false that connected autism to vaccines.

Saunders, Russell. "Hey Anti-Vaxxers, Watch NOVA: Vaccines--Calling the Shots." The Daily Beast 11 Sept. 2014: n. pag. Opposing Viewpoints in Context. Web. 20 Sept. 2016.

I used this article to show how not vaccinating someone affects others, while sometimes not even directly. I also used the info provided that showed that people have always feared vaccines.

"Vaccine Refusal Linked to Recent U.S. Measles Outbreak, Study Suggests." Canadian Broadcasting Corporation 15 Mar. 2016: n. pag. Opposing Viewpoints in Context. Web. 20 Sept. 2016.

This article was used to show the study of how dangerous it is to not get vaccinated. It also showed how many cases have appeared since the “elimination” of the virus, and how vaccines actually would’ve kept it eradicated.

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that’s BRIAR ROSE “RORI” BLANCHARD walking down the street, the twenty four year old who looks like candice king. here in apple peak, she is a waitress at bella notte. some say she acts like aurora from sleeping beauty, since she can be sweet, but also a little bit impulsive.

another princess !! though this one is much sweeter and less sad (but still sad bc can i really ever have totally happy characters? nope)

let’s start off by saying that she is honestly sweet as a peach. she truly just wants to make others happy, because she finds joy in bringing joy to others

rori was born in augusta, the capital of maine. her parents were quite young at the time, just starting their lives together.

however, her father had angered some fairly important people in the past, and that cloud loomed over rori’s parents. after she was born her father was threatened by these people, saying that if he didn’t pay them a certain amount of money they would find a way to get rori

since her family was quite poor at the time, her parents decided to give rori up for adoption to protect her. as much as they didn’t want to give up their little girl, they would have preferred her be raised in a safe environment rather than with them, with possible harm hanging over her head.

she was adopted by a wonderful woman that lived with her two sisters, and the three of them lived in apple peak. the sisters owned a bakery/sewing shop downtown, and lived in the flat above it.

rori coming into their lives was one of the best things to happen to them, as well as her. she was raised by three strong, outstanding, inspiring women who taught her to love herself and the people around her, never compromise who she is for anybody, and follow her dreams.

as a child, rori was quite adventurous and very much a tomboy. she loved getting dirty and climbing trees and making mud pies. she was as free spirited as a little girl could get, and gave the three women (whom she affectionately referred to as her mumsies, a name that came to be when she was just learning to speak) quite the scare most of the time.

as she got older, and grew more beautiful, rori’s tomboy nature slowly diminished, and she became much more polite and ladylike. she still had an adventurous, impulsive nature however.

a talented singer, she could often be found playing the piano in the living room of the flat and singing. she sings most of the time, no matter what she’s doing.

when rori was sixteen, she came down with a terrible case of chickenpox that lead to her getting encephalitis. it spread too quickly and without notice (the symptoms being attributed to the chickenpox, and not the infection spreading to her brain) and rori ended up falling into a coma.

she was in a coma for three months, and her mumsies truly believed she was going to die. her recovery was considered miraculous, as she came out with no neurological trauma besides a few spots in her memory.

after this, her mumsies became quite overprotective because they had almost lost her. they very rarely left her alone, which lead to her growing a bit irritated and resorting to sneaking out so that she could live her life without them hovering over her shoulder every second.

at eighteen, she met a boy. it was what rori described as love at first sight, and six months into their very secret relationship they were engaged. when she told her mumsies they were furious that she was engaged at eighteen to a man they had never met and she had never spoken about. they told her that she could either call off the engagement, or leave home to be with him.

in all her teen drama, she went with the latter, moving in with him in his apartment. it was happy at first, but the relationship eventually grew toxic and he cheated on her multiple times.

she left him a few months before the wedding, and was terrified of going back home to face the women who had raised her as their own that she had so rudely tossed aside for a man she barely knew

they took her back in in an instant, though, and all was forgiven.

rori tries to keep her heart guarded now, but is a very hopeless romantic and falls in love way too easily. she hasn’t been in a relationship since her ex, though, out of fear of being cheated on again.

now, she works as a waitress at bella notte, and still lives at home with her mumsies. in her spare time she helps in the bakery and with the sewing shop.

despite having her heart broken, rori is still very sweet and loving, and can make room in her heart for almost anybody. she firmly believes in seeing the best in people, and it takes a lot to get on her bad side.

more will be added as i explore the character !!

#curse:intro #you'll love me at once; (briar rose)

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Magnum Opus: Chapter 26

You can read Chapter 26 on Ao3 Here

Chapter 26:

He called Jack Crawford.

Within twenty minutes, he arrived. Within thirty, the rest of his unit arrived, scouring the place and establishing a perimeter. Will was handcuffed, whisked away in the back of the FBI vehicle where he was deposited in a very familiar room, although this time he was chained to the small cuff on the table rather than speculating how it’d feel. Now, he didn’t have to imagine. He was very much the criminal, as far as the FBI was concerned. In truth, he was thankful for the restraints. His eyes burned with the liquid fire that crept through his veins, and he desperately needed an aspirin.

“Where’s Abigail, Will,” Jack asked, sitting across from him. “You called me, so I can only assume that you want to confess.”

“I don’t know where Abigail is,” said Will, watching his hands. “I called because I’m scared.”

“Scared?” Jack prompted curtly.

“I’m being set up, Agent Crawford.”

“Set up,” Jack repeated, derision clear in his voice. He stood and paced the length of the room at a leisurely stroll; it was an intimidation tactic, one to try and remind the person in question that the FBI would gladly waste their time. Will didn’t have the heart to tell Jack that he’d lost so much time, this was nothing. “So you’re saying it was a set up that we found the remains of Charlie Yorkman in your barn, as well as human remains in your fishing lures?”

Shock. Shock, shock, shock, shock, shock.

“Yes,” he forced himself to say, slow and sure. His headache pulsed, ricocheted across his forehead to nestle deep in his temple. Whatever the doctors had given him, it was long since gone and faded.

“And it’s a set up that you came to with the blood of Abigail Hobbs on your hands, in the very place that Garrett Jacob Hobbs and Marissa Schurr died?”

“Hannibal Lecter set me up, Agent Crawford,” Will said, and it was the same sort of silence that met him when he first sat across from the FBI and told them about Jared. It was the same silence he’d endured when his father’s new personality had run out of things to say, the same silence that Hannibal had left him with when he called him to cry that he’d killed Nicholas Boyle.

Except he hadn’t killed Nicholas Boyle. That was the problem.

“Your therapist set you up,” Jack said, a mocking curl to his lip. He rounded on Will and leaned on the table, getting far too close. Will blinked rapidly and looked down, forcing himself to focus on his inhales and his exhales.

“He’s not my therapist. He’s still in grad school,” Will replied. “He killed those people, and he’s framing me for it.”

“And why would he do a thing like that when he’s supposedly helping you get a better grasp on your psyche?” Jack asked, leaning in closer. He was close enough to kiss, to bite. He was close enough to choke, to kill. Behind him, Jared Freeman shook his head to Will, warningly.

Now’s not the time.

“Because he wanted to see what I’d do,” Will murmured. “He’s the sadistic, intelligent psychopath that you’ve been looking for, not me.”

“Oh, and he just…told you this?” Jack waved a hand flippantly. He didn’t move away. Will blinked and forced himself to look into his eyes, gritting his teeth at the warning bells in his head, danger, danger, danger.

“I figured it out,” he whispered. “You kept asking me to get into his head, and when I finally did, I figured out the very thing that you couldn’t.”

“Or maybe you’ve just been running a game that finally caught up to you,” Jack replied.

“If I was really your guy, do you think I’d have been so careless?” Will asked, and as another wave of heat washed over him, he leaned back. He tried to appear defiant, rebellious; he really, truly did. It was difficult though, when his heart was constricting so tightly that breathing became too labored. He swayed and leaned towards the table, and Jack moved away from him, glaring.

“Even the best of you twisted minds make mistakes. You’re just upset that I found out.”

“You’re just upset,” Will managed, leaning forward to press his forehead into his clammy hands, “that the dog you kept sending out to track hunters found one that you’re too blind to see.”

“We’ll tell that to Abigail, then.” Jack left him then, and he didn’t return. Will figured that it was another mind game, but after the hours drained from him, he realized that out of all of the games to play, it was a very good one. These were not the minutes that slipped from fingers that held too tight; these were the seconds that ticked, ticked, ticked with total awareness. His mind throbbed with his heartbeat, and his head bobbed as he tried to nod, nod, nod off. They were going to let him die in here. They were going to let him die.

Hannibal was going to let them kill him.

“Hannibal,” he murmured, and he shifted in his chair, head buried in his hands. Hannibal, the devil in the shadows. Hannibal, the liar. Hannibal, the puppet master. Hannibal, the murderer.

“He’s eating them, you know.”

Hannibal the Cannibal. The name had a ring to it, a title rather than a true name. Will laughed into his hands, timing them on the off-beat of the pain that spread from his neck and up, locking him into such a position that his muscles cramped with the effort. The seconds dripped. The seconds froze. He shook his head, to better dispel the illusions of the man that he’d not only been intimate with but practically thrown himself at, desperate for that sort of closeness that you only get to share with someone that saw you when no one else could.

At the thought of Hannibal’s hands on him, Will rubbed his hands on the table to try and scrape the essence off of him. He could see them, small brands that marked him as sullied, tainted by the touch of a person that once stood over the corpse of an innocent person and kissed him.

“No,” Will said calmly, rubbing his palms on his jeans. “No.”

It was true, though. In the frosted, cool morning, Hannibal had pulled him to his feet, blood spread across their skin, and caressed his face, crooning dark, intoxicating words. Hook, line, and sinker. Will was the worst sort of fisherman, one who couldn’t see the lure until it was too late, one that saw the sights of the gun only to find that he was standing in front of the target.

“This isn’t real,” he whispered, and Garrett Jacob Hobbs sat across from him, bits of flesh hanging, an eye plucked out from where the maggots got to it. He grinned, exposing the chunks of rotten skin that still held on.

“It’s real, Will,” Hobbs assured him, and he reached across the wrap his hands around Will’s throat. “This time, you’re not getting out of this alive.”

A blue light flashed, and the darkness swallowed him whole.

He woke to a lulling, gentle voice. Its cadence was that of an old violin –warm, full-bodied. There was something comforting about it, and dizzying images of a small balcony, just two people and the stars. He opened his eyes, the stark white ceiling above dancing with how it had felt to be so daring to kiss a girl he knew he’d never have.

“What are you reading?” he croaked. He turned his head to look at Alana sitting beside the bed.

“Flannery O’Connor,” she replied, lifting the book up. She looked tired, fine spider web lines around her eyes that attested to a not so restful day. “I loved it so much as a girl that I tried to raise peacocks like she did in the book.”

“I didn’t know that it was legal to own peacocks,” Will said. He focused on her face, on eyes softened with familiarity, rather than the handcuffed wrist that rested in the same view. He jostled his other arm, unsurprised to find that one cuffed as well.

“Oh, it is…it was also completely legal for me to realize how utterly stupid they are.”

“I think that would be something society would take in order to push the ‘beauty isn’t everything’ ideal that’s very popular right now,” said Will, and at her laugh, he smiled, a grimacing, ugly sort of thing. “Not to be rude, since I’ve been informed this is normally a rude question, but have you been crying?”

“Is it that obvious?” Alana asked. She reached up to caress her cheek, an almost self-conscious action.

“Your cheeks are flushed,” he said, “and I’m not so arrogant to think I’m making you blush with the way that I look right now.”

“There may have been some screaming,” Alana admitted. “Maybe some steering wheel hitting, too.”

“Why?”

“…Do you have to ask why, Will?” she inquired gently. He shifted in his bed, staring up at the ceiling pointedly so that he didn’t have to see her eyes again. They were going to make him break.

“I have a scream building,” he said conversationally.

“Do you?”

“Perched just…right under my chin.” He nudged his chin to his chest, as though he could display it to her.

“You should let it out before it explodes out of you. It can sometimes be therapeutic to scream until there’s nothing left,” Alana said.

“I think that if I started, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop.” He glanced at her and laughed a little, studying her face and the way that even the hospital lights somehow made her glow. She was the grounder, and he was the lightning. He looked back up to the ceiling when her expression shifted, an uncomfortable contortion at the words she was about to say.

“Is this the part you tell me what’s wrong with me?” he asked.

“Will…you’re very sick,” Alana began. Will nodded; that wasn’t news.

“I had my suspicions,” he said sagely.

“You had a seizure at FBI headquarters, and you were brought here. They ran some tests, and you have what’s called encephalitis. It’s an infection that causes severe inflammation in the brain, resulting in lack of spacial awareness, hallucinations, dementia, headaches, and…more often than not, death.”

“Well I haven’t died yet,” Will managed, looking down at the blankets tucked in around him. It was neurological, not mental. He wasn’t insane, he was fucking sick.

But Hannibal knew that.

“Now that they know what it is, they’re going to treat it,” she assured him.

“And…how did you know I had a seizure at the FBI? I didn’t even know I’d had a seizure at the FBI.” He glanced to gauge her reaction, and at the hesitation on her face, he nodded in understanding.

“Hannibal and I were asked to speak with Agent Crawford after your apprehension. Hannibal felt that he had a lot to share with the FBI regarding his concerns.”

“Oh, I’m sure that Hannibal had a gregarious amount of concern,” Will spat, and the handcuffs cut into his wrists as he clenched his fists.

“You told Agent Crawford that Hannibal set you up.”

“That’s because he did. He killed those people, Alana, not me.” She reached out to touch his hand, and he flinched, holding his breath. She gripped it tightly, reassuring.

“I don’t think you killed anyone, Will,” she said. Will nodded, the weight on his back easing slightly. He wasn’t going to be alone. Someone was going to believe him. “At least, I don’t think you remember doing it.”

…Oh.

He exhaled, and he flexed his hand, moving it as far away from her touch as he could. She allowed the withdrawal, and he refused to look up to see the expression she’d hold at the ready for him. Pity. Remorse. A whisper of fear.

“I didn’t kill anyone,” he said. “Hannibal pretended to try and help me with my empathy disorder, and he is trying to frame me for what he did to…to…those people.”

“Hannibal went to Agent Crawford in order to speak up for you. He discussed your time lapses and blackout periods, as well as your hallucinations and delusions. Whatever happened to those people, you don’t remember it.” It was supposed to sound gentle, coaxing. It didn’t. “He said that you had expressed fear of hurting others, and an inability to remember times varying from hours to, at its worst, even days. It was the encephalitis.”

“He may have been speaking for me, but I-” He stopped, teeth dragging over chapped lips furiously. What had his father said? That’s fucking that? What did almost anyone ever do when Will tried to tell them something? The only two people in the world that seemed to truly listen, truly hear what he had to say, were Hannibal and Abigail –one had betrayed him, listened so that he could slither close enough to strike, and the other was –

-No. He refused to believe that he killed her.

“Will, I know this is confusing,” Alana said, “but all anyone wants to do is help.”

“Jack doesn’t want to help, he wants to put someone behind bars,” Will spat. The heart monitor picked up tempo.

“And what is it you claim Hannibal wants to do?” Alana inquired.

“He just wants to see what I’ll do,” Will replied. Alana opened her mouth with something sharp, something biting to show Will just how wrong he was, but the door slammed shut as Jack Crawford walked in, and it silenced them both.

“It’s good to see you awake, Will,” Jack said cheerfully.

“I’m sure you and I have different reasons for being pleased with my consciousness,” Will replied grimly. They stared one another down across the short distance.

“I’m not the enemy here, son,” Jack stated. Will wanted to fight, to shout. Behind Jack, Jared Freeman pressed a finger to his lips

“Now’s not the time to fight. Now’s not the time for flight.”

“I suppose not,” Will said, looking back up to the ceiling. “Is this the part where you read me my rights?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like Alana to not be here when you do, if that’s alright with you.” He rolled his head to look at her, and her expression was enough to almost crack the veneer he’d painted over his face to keep it calm, sanguine.

“I’ll respect that,” she said slowly.

“…I bet you think you dodged a bullet with me,” he whispered, winking.

“I think I still managed to get hit, Will,” she replied, standing up. She left the book on the bed for him and excused herself, her heels clicking quietly across the floor until the door closed again and they faded away. Will stared at the door, and he debated letting loose the pressure that’d been building for so long he’d almost gotten used to the pain. If he screamed, would she come running back? If he finally let loose the pent up torture that’d tried to suffocate him, would she finally understand?

He swallowed with difficultly and looked to Jack Crawford, scream firmly tucked underneath his tongue.

“Alright, Will,” Jack said wearily. “You’re under arrest for the murders of Cassie Boyle, Amanda Lyon, Marissa Schurr, Charlie Yorkman, and Abigail Hobbs. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do…”

Time moved. It was not the sleepy, drooping time that left him screaming into his hands, huddled in the darkest corner of his cell –no, that came at night when the nightmares were so tangible that he woke with the taste of Abigail’s flesh stuck in his teeth. That brought orderlies, needles, and a silence so bleak it cut underneath his grief and reminded him that no matter how low he was, there was still so much to lose. That taught him to better hide his nightmares. That taught him that even in your most terrifying moments, the worst thing you can do is scream.

In every other aspect though, time blurred. There were mug shots, fingerprints, lawyers, analysis, and therapy to endure. There was talk of trials, of life sentences, of death row and other nasty things that wriggled deep and bred like maggots. Those things spun in a dizzying array, and he found recalling them after was like trying to pick up singular grains of sand. He was guilty, they said, but he just can’t remember it. He was sick, they said, and it’s not his fault he ate that girl.

At least Freddie Lounds was part of the parade of monkeys, too. Someone’s career had to take off in the wake of his demise, after all. When he was sentenced, she all but leapt over the partition, snapped a photo of his bleak expression, then exited the room with a smug, self-satisfied smile.

The only moment, the only time that moved at its normal pace, was the one meeting he had with Hannibal.

“What are you looking at, Will Graham?” Will turned towards the cell door, having been facing the corner for a time –an hour? A minute? Time wasn’t real when the walls barely changed, and since he’d been placed in the cell, the walls rarely changed. He blinked, stared at Hannibal, and the fury that seemed to constantly churn within him boiled. He blinked, and the stag man stood tall and mighty, horns rising towards the ceiling. He blinked again, and Hannibal clasped his hands behind his back, expression placidly polite.

“I was in my head,” he said. His voice was gravel from disuse, although it’d only been a few weeks –months? Days?

“What were you thinking of, if you don’t mind my asking?” Will knew what Hannibal wanted to hear. He’d not kept quiet of his accusations, enough that one of the orderlies threatened to sedate him if he didn’t shut up. He avoided that orderly, when at all possible. In his lost days of silence suspended on the dust in the air, he labored over his thoughts of Hannibal, of how now that he could see him, he could step into his place as easily as one breathed. He knew what Hannibal wanted to hear. He knew what he wanted to see.

“Fishing,” said Will. Just that the edge of Hannibal’s eye, it tightened briefly, a shift of disappointment.

“Good,” Jared Freeman coached him, strolling to the bars to size Hannibal up. “Let him know you’re not going to give him a second thought.”

“Do you miss fishing with your friend Charlie?” Hannibal asked. It was taunting, jabbing. Will’s jaw clenched, and he had to fight to keep himself from lunging, from throwing himself against the bars where he’d maybe get a piece of him. He forced himself to swallow, to turn fully so that he could face Hannibal head-on.

“I keep being told what I do or do not remember, so I can’t say that I ever knew a Charlie,” he managed.

“No one disputes the memories that you do have, just the blank spaces in between.” Will nodded, accepting this. It wasn’t true, of course; when he’d tried to talk about Hannibal’s physical advances, the defense lawyer at one point advised against even thinking about it. No one would believe it, for one, and two, they weren’t prosecuting Hannibal so his actions done in the privacy of his own house was none of their business.

“I didn’t put those blank spaces in there,” he murmured.

“No, the encephalitis did. The Warden here tells me he’s going to do his best to retrieve them for you.” Hannibal looked neither displeased nor ruffled at the thought. Will rocked back on his heels and turned, facing his bed.

“They’re trying to fill those spots with things I supposedly did.”

“And what are you trying to fill those spaces with?” Hannibal wondered.

“The truth.”

“The truth is a dangerous thing, Will.”

“I hear you in my head, Hannibal,” he said, and Jared turned back to him.

“Not the plan,” Jared cajoled. “You’re supposed to make him feel inferior and unimportant, not smug. Don’t tell him you hear his voice, idiot.”

“What do I say when I’m within the walls of your mind?” Hannibal asked curiously. Will tucked his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit, shrugging.

“You are my inner voice,” he said pleasantly. “I used to hear my thoughts as my own –in my voice, with the same timbre and inflection as I would sound as I speak to you here. But now, my inner voice is you, and you’re so very, very persuasive.”

“What do I persuade you to do when I speak?” Hannibal inquired softly.

“You persuade me to indulge in my darkness. You justify my actions for me and twist my words until I hang onto everything that falls from your mouth because I trusted you to not lead me astray.”

“Do you feel like you’ve been led astray by your inner voice, Will?”

“Oh yes,” Will hissed, and he took a deliberate step closer. “I once thought that to have a voice of such surety and clarity would be nice, for once. Now, I want to claw it from my head with my bare hands.”

“Would you place it before me, the same way you place the blame for the unfortunate circumstances that led you here?” Hannibal didn’t move away when Will drew closer. He seemed to hum with the action, coming alive at the thought that he’d gotten under Will’s skin.

“Way off base from the plan,” Jared sneered, leaning against the bars. “You should let me handle this, monster to monster.”

“I would destroy it, that no one else suffered from it.”

“Everything I have done, Will, has been for your well-being. I’m sorry that your fear of your reality has caused you to think of me as your enemy, but I still see us as close friends.”

“We’re not friends,” Will whispered, wrapping his hands around the bars. “We’re not friends, nor have we ever been friends. That light would not touch us, even for a thousand years.”

“And so you would hate me rather than see that I’ve only wanted what was best for you?” Hannibal asked. He stepped closer, dipping his head down to stare Will in the eyes. “If you really thought of me as capable of such monstrosity, why declare your disgust so passionately?”

“Because I want you to know that I’m going to get out of here,” Will growled. “I’m going to get out of here, and when I do, I’m going to destroy you.”

“With your trial coming up, that sort of confidence is key. With your emotions as they are, though, would destroying me truly make you happy? Is that the only way you can be at peace?”

“It’s not peace I’m searching for anymore; it’s a reckoning.”

And in the face of a life sentence for multiple murders while in an unconscious state, that’s really all that Will could hold onto while time spun out from under him.

There would be a reckoning. Will Graham would make sure of that.

#LiaS scribbles #magnum opus #second complete fic yall #hannigram #hannibal x will graham #angst #hannibal #hannibal fanfic #will graham #someone help will graham #Hannibal is terrible about this relationship business #will graham is fucking done

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“Without blame”? As in, “Don’t blame me for the consequences of what I’ve been saying and doing for all these years”? Nice try, Dr. Bob. You’re not getting off that easily, nor will you be so easily allowed to shift the blame to the parents who listened to you rather than your own words and behavior. In fact, Dr. Bob’s reminded me of so much of an antivaccine meme originated at The Vaccine Machine, a virulently and unfortunately popular Facebook page run by the equally virulent and antivaccine Robert Schecter, that’s dedicated to trashing vaccines and spreading antivaccine pseudoscience that I just had to post it here:

Yes, notice how Dr. Bob even invokes a variant of the “argumentum ad Brady Bunch mum” fallacy when he mentions how “grandma and grandpa” poo-poo the measles as being “just like the chicken pox” and dismiss it with, “We all had it,” an attitude that he compares to that of a 25-year-old mother who’s never seen the measles before and therefore fears it because she doesn’t know it. It’s a rather clever inversion of the argument frequently used by pro-vaccine bloggers that point out that the reason parents don’t fear vaccine-preventable diseases anymore the usual example used being polio is that they’ve never personally witnessed the death and complications these diseases used to cause. In retrospect, I’m actually a bit surprised Dr. Bob didn’t mention the infamous “measles” episode of The Brady Bunch, actually. Come on, Dr. Bob. Let it out! You know you want to!

On that note, after having read Dr. Bob’s treatise above, I’d like you to go and read Marcella Piper-Terry’s initial response to the Disneyland measles outbreak from January 8 entitled “Measles at Disneyland!” Can you tell the difference? Other than Piper-Terry’s longer post, with calculations designed to make you think that measles was never a big deal, Dr. Bob is using exactly the same arguments without adding the calculations, in particular the key argument being that measles in developed countries is not a threat, only in those “other” people in Third World countries who aren’t as developed as we are because, you know, we’re superior. Measles doesn’t kill very many of us compared to those poor, blighted savages! (I exaggerate, but, I contend, only a little.) He dismisses complications of measles as being “treatable” and therefore of little consequence. In fact, he makes it sound as though a measles-associated ear infection is equivalent to measles-associated pneumonia, dismissing them both as “treatable” with a jaunty, “Ya, you don’t want those things to happen, but they are treatable.” Never mind that many, if not most, cases of measles-associated pneumonia require hospitalization, many also requiring an ICU stay. As Dr. Roy Benaroch sarcastically puts it in his post entitled “Dr. Sears continues to salute our children with his middle finger“, many parents would indeed consider an ICU stay “somewhat of an inconvenience.” (I like Dr. Benaroch’s style.)

Think of it this way. According to the CDC, before the vaccine, 48,000 people a year were hospitalized for the measles; 4,000 developed measles-associated encephalitides and 400 to 500 people died. By any stretch of the imagination that was a significant public health problem, and the introduction of the measles vaccine in 1963, followed by the MMR in 1971, made it much less so. As Dr. John Snyder reminded us five years ago responding to Dr. Sears making the same arguments in his book, measles is not a benign disease, regardless of what popular culture thought of it 50 or 60 years ago.

Of course, even Dr. Bob has to concede that measles-associated encephalitis is a Very Bad Thing, but he dismisses the risk with an equally jaunty rejoinder that encephalitis is “extremely rare in well-nourished people” (i.e., his well-off patients at whom his Facebook post is aimed). As for death, Dr. Bob’s message is, “Don’t worry, be happy.” After all, according to him, the risk of fatality is “as close to zero as you can get without actually being zero,” or one in many thousands. Funny how Dr. Bob (and the antivaccine activists to whom he panders) dismiss a possibility of death of this magnitude as being of no consequence; yet, a one in a million chance of Guillan-Barre disease after the meningococcal vaccine (or a one in several hundred thousand risks of severe reactions to vaccines in general) is completely unacceptable. Indeed, if you accept at face value Dr. Bob’s grossly-exaggerated estimate for a severe vaccine reaction of one in 100,000, by Dr. Bob’s own definition, the risk of severe reactions to any given vaccine is even lower than “as close to zero as you can get without actually being zero.” Even if you accept Dr. Bob’s even more ridiculously inflated estimate that the risk that “anyone child will suffer a severe reaction over the entire, twelve-year vaccine schedule is about 1 in 2600,” I can’t help but note that we’re now in the range of the likelihood of a child with measles dying due to this disease in the United States. To Bob, the risk of these vaccine injuries is unacceptable, but a similar or much higher risk of death if a child catches the measles is just the cost of doing antivaccine business. According to Dr. Bob, yes, sooner or later a child is going to die of the measles—and won’t that be so tragic?—but it’ll likely only be one.

Hypocrisy thy name Bob Sears

If Bob Sears weren’t such a worthless excuse for a pediatrician when it comes to promoting misinformation about vaccines, I’d almost feel sorry for him. Almost. He is, however, a perfect example of what the phrase “hoist with his own petard” means. Dr. Bob has for years made a profitable career for himself as the “reasonable” face of the vaccine-averse, painting himself as not like all those other loony antivaccinationists out there but rather as a reasonable pediatrician taking a “middle way” and “listening to parents.” Now the consequences of the ideas Dr. Bob has promoted are starting to become apparent, with measles outbreaks becoming increasingly common right on his home turf, leading the parents of his patients to ask him what to do now that the low vaccine uptake encouraged by him are facilitating measles outbreaks like the most recent one in Disneyland. They are asking him for guidance, and he’s fobbing off the responsibility on them, telling them just to “get the vaccine” and if you “don’t want the vaccine, accept the risk.” Nice.

I’ve been fearing for a long time that the US was only several years behind the United Kingdom and Europe when it comes to suffering a major resurgence of the measles and that such a resurgence was coming. I hope I’m wrong, but I fear that 2015 might finally be the tipping point when measles really come roaring back to levels not seen in a quarter century or even more. If that happens, Dr. Bob Sears will have to take his share of the blame for cashing in on fear and driving vaccination rates down. He’s not alone.

#doctor who #why #wtf #get vaccinated #vaccinate your kids #vaccines

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Hey! I was hoping you could help, i'm currently looking at about a bazzillion open ao3 tabs of ABO Hannigram fics and I just don't know where to start. I'd love something long that i can sink my teeth into. can you help???

Hi there @whataboutthefish!

I picked the brains of the wonderful fannibals in the knitting circle and here’s a list we came up with of some of our favourites, hope they are of some help to you. Behind the cut, in no particular order 💖

As always - heed the tags, but also do check out the writer’s notes as sometimes they explain that tags further and may help you decide if it’s for you if there is anything you squick. There are also some non-canon and AU fics in here, but if you would like some wildly AU fics or rarepairs then drop another line and we will see what we can do!

A Fine Piece of Real Estate by Della19Explicit // M/M, F/M, F/F, Multi // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Series in Progress // selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Cannibalism, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Will the Morally Grey, Hannibal is Hannibal, Will Graham doesn’t need anyone’s help, Happy ending (with cannibalism), Alternate Universe - Canon DivergenceSummary: And I’m gonna get me some land.Words: 70,638 Works: 4

Been A Son by pinkbagels Not Rated // F/F, M/M, Other // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Weirdness, Hannibal is a Cannibal, weird alien booty stuff, I love writing creepy gory things, Original Murders, feminist leanings, wierd sex, implied non con, Hannibal is happily evil, Alternate UniverseSummary: Dr. Hannibal Lecter, world renowned psychiatrist, has been hiding a secret. He’s also the Chesapeake Ripper. Will Graham, Alpha, FBI criminal profiler and all around repressed aggressive mess is brought in to take down the Ripper. In hopes of helping him manage his empathy disorder while working the case, Dr. Lecter is brought in as a consultant to help harness Mr. Graham’s more unstable tendencies. While Dr. Lecter doesn’t mind Will Graham finding out about his murderous hobbies, there are *some* things he’d much rather keep to himself. Will Graham, however, is one persistent Alpha mongoose.Words: 126,185 Chapters: 18/18

Blood Bond by HotMolasses @hotmolassesExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Murder SexSummary: In a modern, civilized society, most people take suppressants to keep their Alpha or omegan attribute from ever developing. Hannibal of course does no such thing, and is an omega desperate to awaken the Alpha in Will. He finally succeeds when they kill the Dragon together, causing Will to go into rut immediately.Words: 71,562 Chapters: 14/14

I could just eat you up (but not literally) by Orphan AccountExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dom/sub, Impregnation Kink, Possessive Behavior, oh and cannibalism but I think that’s a given by nowSummary: Hannibal breeds Will. A love story in bodily fluids.Words: 42864 Chapters:5/5

Truths we are dealt by Nalyra @nalyrasExplicit // M/M // Series in Progress // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Post-Episode: s03e13 The Wrath of the Lamb, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Possessive Behavior, Mating Bond, Serial Killers, Light Dom/sub, Bonding, Cannibalism, Rough Sex, Voyeurism, Hurt/ComfortSummary: Borne out of one of Bryan’s tweets, this follows current canon, Will Graham embracing his Omegan nature, Hannibal his, with Silence of the lambs compliance and lots of smut thrown in.Words: 54,355 Works: 6

Better Living Through Pheromones by canis_m @unicornmagicExplicit // M/M // Series in Progress // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alternate Universe - Season/Series 01, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Caretaking, Discussion of mpreg, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Domesticity, Watersports, Come Marking, Praise Kink, D/s undertones, mentions of mpregSummary: On the hunt for the Minnesota Shrike, Will goes into heat early. Good thing there’s a doctor on call.Words: 24,853 Works: 3

Peachfire Whiskey by KareliaSweet @lovecrimevariationsExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - College/University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Sexual Coercion, Knotting, No mpreg, young!Hannibal, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Teasing, Scent Kink, Knotting Dildos, Bonding, Happy EndingSummary: Will knows he’ll remember this scent until the day he dies. Hannibal smells like firewood, and malt whiskey, and roasted peaches drizzled in honey. He smells like nothing Will has ever scented before, and it is so divine it dizzies him. - The Adventures of Professor Will Graham and His Terribly Naughty Omega Student, Hannibal Fucking Lecter.Words: 22,076 Chapters: 5/5

Who, O Lord, Shall Stand? by AGlassRoseNeverFades @aglassroseneverfadesExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Cannibalism, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Possessive Hannibal, Angst, Sleepwalking, Nightmares, Someone Help Will Graham, No Encephalitis At Least, Mpreg, Autistic Will Graham - Headcanoned Though Not Explicitly Stated In the Fic, Murder Family, Fluff, WeddingSummary: He was in love from the moment he stepped foot into Hobbs’ kitchen and saw the Omega standing there, chest heaving, pulse racing, spattered in the blood of an inferior Alpha. He had vowed to himself then and there that he would have Will, whatever the cost to the profiler’s sanity and to the lives of others. An Omegaverse story in which male Omegas are considered rare and precious according to society’s standards. Hannibal decides he wants Will and is ready to start a family with him, regardless of whatever Will wants. Starts in Oeuf but doesn’t diverge too drastically from canon until Savoureux.Words: 105,959 Works: 2

A Knack for Monsters by Sugarmouse @sugarmausExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Knotting, Biting, D/s, Cannibalism, Murder, Mating Cycles/In HeatSummary: Will has enough problems dealing with his bad dreams and the fallout of old cases. He does not need new nightmares, he does not need yet another alpha thinking they can run his life. This new alpha though, he’s different. Perhaps they could become friendly, maybe one day even become friends. This is canon divergence from the pilot, how things might have gone differently if Will was an angry omega and Hannibal an intrigued alpha.Words: 66,651 Chapters: 44/44

Sonata Op 57 “Appassionata” Mov3 by DarkmoonSigel @darkmoonsigelMature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: No mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, AU, Injured Will, Hurt/Comfort, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Possessive Hannibal, Master/Slave kinda…., Slow Build, Collars, Soul Bond, Psychic Bond, Knotting, Ravenstag, no encephalitisSummary: Will is on the auction block after being outed as an omega. Hannibal buys him for reasons. Hilarity, feels, cannibalism, and the monkey shit show that is Hannigram ensues.Words: 114,367 Chapters: 19/19

The Pleasure of Giving In by DrJLecter @drjlecterExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Knotting, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fluff, murder!husbands, Manipulative Hannibal, a darker shade of Will, Possessive Will, No mpreg, Kidnapping, Murder, Manipulative WillSummary: Circumstance exposes Hannibal’s status as unbonded Omega. Chance lets him bond to Will before being claimed by another Alpha. What will opportunity bring? (With a side of cannibalism). There’s porn, there’s plot, there are feelings. And knots.Words: 40,133 Chapters: 10/10

Some that are currently WIPs that are being regularly updated and come recommended!

The Fairy’s Bride by AGlassRoseNeverFades @aglassroseneverfadesExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Francis Dolarhyde/Will Graham (briefly), Spoiler Alert: The Major Character Death is Francis Dolarhyde, dub-con, Kidnapping, Captivity, Captor Bonding, Stockholm Syndrome, Manipulation, Abuse, references to necrophilia, About as Much as in Red Dragon, Cannibalism, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dark Will Graham, No mpreg, Forced Bonding, Age Difference, Murder Family but in a Slightly Different Way, Some Implied and/or Imagined Animal Abuse, Autistic Will Graham, some Fluff in Here Too, All the Bad Boys Want WillSummary: “I imagine no matter the circumstances, the loss of one’s mate must be a rather traumatizing experience, particularly after so many years bonded.”Will laughs, just once, a quick, dark, rich sound that causes the hairs at the back of Hannibal’s neck to stand pleasantly on end. He does not shy away from eye contact with Hannibal the way he does with so many others, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip, enough to tug it gently out of place as he considers his response.He curls his lip back into his mouth to wet it before asking, “Tell me, Doctor Lecter, have you ever been mated? Willingly or…otherwise.” But for the barest tightening of his smile and a flash of something once brittle, now hardened, behind storm-colored eyes, one would never suspect the sort of madness and past traumas that lurk behind the omega’s guarded cerulean gaze.Not unless one knows exactly what to look for.Words: 39,717 Chapters: 11/?

Remember (that you are) to die by 13empress Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Amnesia, Established Relationship, Implied Mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Betas rule the world, Dark Will, Gaslighting, Murder Husbands, Attempted Murder, Grey Will, Serial Killer Will, Post Mpreg, Slow Build, Vulnerable Will, Manipulative Will, Hannibal is Hannibal, Secret Identity, False Identity, Fluff, Sassy Will Graham, Happy Ending, Mystery, Murder MysterySummary: “How long have I been here?” Will asked, but immediately waved off her answer, realizing it didn’t matter either way. “Look, my name is Will Graham – I don’t know what happened but you have to give my partner a call.”“I’ll get the doctor,” she told him, her voice trained to the mellow murmur just about all medical professionals used on omegas.Will opened his mouth to tell her that there was no need, that he felt fine, and if she would just listen, he could discharge himself and be out of her hair in thirty minutes flat. He grabbed the safety rails and forced himself to stand, though the motion made him a little dizzy. Something on his peripheral vision grabbed at him. The whiteboard strip above the hospital bed – W GRAHAM-LECTER, omega, male, B positive – struck him like a physical blow.Words: 200,744 Chapters: 24/?

The Baby by SpklvrMature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Discussion of Abortion, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Fluff and Crack, MpregSummary: Will is a very special omega. Special in that he really doesn’t like those smelly, noisy, disgusting, little humans that sometimes grow inside of bigger humans, before tearing apart their birth canal in their grandiose exit into the world. Being in his mid thirties, he thinks he has escaped this nightmare, but mother nature happens to be a bitch…Words: 54,495 Chapters: 15/?

Resurrection Fern by strangestorys @strangestorysExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Pregnancy Kink, Belly Kink, Fluff, A little angst, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Unplanned Pregnancy, Discussion of AbortionSummary: After the fall, Will and Hannibal are living a quiet, still celibate life together when Hannibal goes into an unexpected heat. Gratuitous first-time heat sex occurs, and a few weeks later, they’re surprised to discover Hannibal is pregnant. They find themselves building a new relationship and facing the skeletons in their mutual closet as they prepare for fatherhood.Words: 15,055 Chapters: 5/9

Overcoming by purefoysgirl @jadegreenworksMature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Angst, Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Hannibal is Not a Cannibal, Empath Will Graham, Sassy Will, Past Infidelity, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Implied/Referenced Child AbuseSummary: A Victorian A/B/O romance in which Hannibal Lecter is the future Duke of Westvale who has been away at war for the past ten years. His Grandfather has made good on a contract made shortly after Hannibal’s birth to procure him a wife. It was supposed to be easy. Naturally, with the Omega, Will, given in the place of his twin sister, it is anything but, because if there is one thing Hannibal Lecter despises, it’s Omegas.Words: 67,214 Chapters: 10/55

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With summer comes great joy, but great dangers also lurk around almost every corner. Okay, the situation may not be as dramatic as I describe it, but the thing is, summer’s heat waves do present a clear and present danger to one’s health, especially in a survival situation.

The thing with summer is that almost all of us are gearing up for going out and experiencing epic adventures. Summer is vacation season and the best time of the year for businesses such as water parks, hot air balloon rides, bungee jumping resorts, para-sailing docks, and so on and so forth.

You see where this is going, right? Keep reading to find out!

Well, while you’re standing in line at any of these fine establishments, the thought that goes through your mind is probably, “This is how I’m going to die?”

Truth be told, this pessimistic state of mind is the logical consequence of years of horror stories pushed by the mainstream media, depicting terrifying accidents and misfortunes that people suffered during their summer holiday.

People died in all sorts of gruesome circumstances while having the time of their lives, i.e. when their hot-air balloon drifted into high-power lines, their parachute failed or their boat flipped at high speeds or on rushing rivers. Folks died or lost limbs while enjoying the ultimate ride at amusement parks or when hiking without proper training/guidance etc.

The nightmarish stories of good times gone bad go on and on.

And then there’s always death from exposure. To give you a grim statistic, heat exposure kills thirty outdoor workers on average on a yearly basis.

What we’re about talking here are agricultural, roofing, construction and landscaping workers; these folks are particularly at risk, especially during heat waves which promote heat-related deaths and illnesses such as heat stroke and heart attacks.

How will you survive when there is no doctor around?

Keep in mind that the elderly are particularly affected by heat waves and in some geographical locations (like Arizona), air conditioning is not a luxury, but a necessity.

#1 Killer in the Summer Is…

So, let’s begin with the biggest killer during the summer season, which is heat, obviously.

Prolonged exposure to heat – especially humid heat – would have immediate effects on one’s health and state of mind alike. Heat stroke and heat exhaustion are the most common issues associated with scorching heat, but sometimes the effects of prolonged exposure to excessive heat may take odd forms.

The most important thing one must realize during the summer is that dehydration is a killer. To stay properly hydrated, you should drink at least 2 liters of water per day (or approximately half a gallon), but that’s an average figure and it depends upon your age, gender, physical condition, and circumstances.

For example, you’ll require way more than 2 liters of water per day if you’re hiking in scorching heat or if you’re working out, rather than staying indoors in a house without air conditioning etc. That’s common sense, though.

If you don’t drink enough water to replace the loss of fluids which occurs via sweating, you’ll put your body in a state of emergency, as your body is losing salt and water and not getting enough electrolytes.

Salt, magnesium, and potassium imbalances caused by dehydration may cause cramps, cardiac arrhythmia, dizziness, and confusion – basically your brain doesn’t work right.

For people who aren’t used to heat, there’s also always the risk of heat edema and, worst case scenario, a fatal heat stroke when your body gives up and stops sweating. This occurs when you’re exposed to extreme heat for long periods of time and is called anhidrosis.

However, the most common problem that occurs during a summer heat wave is heat exhaustion.

Heat exhaustion is a consequence of one’s body losing significant amounts of salt and water; sans electrolytes, the body can’t cope with heat anymore. Salt and potassium are the two primary minerals that control your blood pressure and when you sweat, they’re two of the first that you lose.

Obviously, heat exhaustion and all heat related ailments are particularly dangerous in a survival situation, i.e. when you’re outdoors hiking, climbing, or whatever.

Heat exhaustion’s first symptom is when the core temperature rising above 98.6, your normal body temperature, resulting in intense thirst, heavy sweating, dizziness, and an overwhelming feel of fatigue. Your body is literally starting to cook.

The first thing that you need to do is get out of the heat if possible and hydrate, obviously. Avoid strenuous activities during the day in open sunny spots, especially if there’s a heat-wave warning.

Now, if heat exhaustion sets in, you must find a cool, shaded location and remove the victim’s clothes, including (especially) the shoes and socks then, apply wet clothes to the victim’s face, head, neck, and if possible, their feet.

Spray with cool water if possible. Encourage the victim to drink as much water as possible. Sport drinks (if available) are great, as they contain minerals and vitamins (the famous electrolytes included) together with sugar, which gives the body a boost but push water, too.

Try to get medical aid as soon as possible, especially if you spot the early signs of a heat stroke (way worse than heat exhaustion), which include:

profuse sweating or hot,

dry skin,

a core temperature of around 104 degrees F (or higher),

feeling cold (yes, it seems strange, but it’s a fact),

loss of consciousness, and/or seizures.

All of these symptoms are signaling that the body’s mechanisms for coping with heat have failed and he/she’s at the death’s door. Heat strokes are very serious as they have a mortality rate of about ten percent, and yes, people really do die in extreme heat conditions, and it’s not rare.

Most people who die during heat waves are elderly folk living in big cities in the upper floors of buildings, especially old, inadequately ventilated condo buildings. Just in the US, over 600 people die annually and thousands visit emergency rooms due to extreme heat conditions.

Since we’ve already established that heat is a silent killer, as the weather gets more extreme, avoid the main danger by staying out of the sun. If you’re outdoors on foot, avoid traveling during the day, and do it by night, like Bedouins.

If you find yourself traveling or lost in the wilds in the heat, drinking lots of water and covering your head and your entire body in white (best case scenario) sheets would go a long way toward preserving your body’s reserve of electrolytes if traveling during the day.

The rule of the thumb is that when your core temperature gets above 104 degrees Fahrenheit, you’re in serious trouble.

Obese and elderly people are especially vulnerable to heat, and small children have tiny hearts which are not always capable of cooling their bodies efficiently. Kids also have a slow sweat response, which puts them in danger in extreme situations.

And here are a few more hints on surviving the heat:

try to avoid caffeine and alcoholic beverages (they act as diuretics) during heat waves,

maintain a proper level of hydration at all times,

when indoors, try to eliminate extra sources of heat (computers and appliances left running, computers, etc.),

don’t eat big, protein-rich meals as they warm the body by increasing metabolic heat, be ready to recognize the early symptoms of heat exhaustion and heat stroke and take action.

Beware the Dangers in the Water!

Another thing to keep in mind during the hot summer season is that jumping in public swimming pools, lakes and ponds are not the best ideas for beating the heat wave. You should think at least twice before diving in these cesspools, which are giant petri dishes by any definition, leaving aside that going into cold water when you body is overheated can bring on a heart attack.

Even chlorinated swimming pools are filled with chlorine-resistant bacteria (think Cryptosporidium, a bacteria living in the stomach, E.coli etc.) which can cause all sorts of disease, especially for people with immune issues.

Freshwater lakes and rivers are also home to a myriad of bacteria, viruses, and amoebas. All these tiny bugs that flourish in warm water may cause diarrhea and vomiting, which are exacerbating the dangers of dehydration, if you catch my drift.

And with dehydration, heat exhaustion and heat stroke are just around the corner, provided you don’t deal with it immediately. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes – less than 30 – for the situation to go from bad to worse if the conditions are right.

Besides the relatively harmless e Coli and Cryptosporidium, there are killer bacteria and viruses in lakes and rivers, which can infect you via water getting inside the nasal passage and then to the brain.

For example, Naegleria fowleri can cause a deadly infection of your CNS (central nervous system), called amoebic meningo-encephalitis.

There are dangers in paradise too, especially during the summer season when these places are packed full of people trying to relax and enjoy their vacations.

When Summer Turns into Disaster

The beach may look like paradise on Earth, but it’s not all fun and serenity. Beaches are also filled with dangers, and we’re not talking about heat stroke alone. Coastal areas in some parts of the planet are prone to tsunamis and others to hurricanes.

One may say that beaches are prime real estate when it comes to natural disasters, hence, stay frosty and learn your escape routes just in case disaster hits. Most coastal areas are using early warning systems including sensors which monitor storm and earthquake activity and issue hurricane/tsunami alerts.

Toxic algal blooms happen almost every summer in places like Florida, on its Gulf Coast especially. Algal blooms kill fish and shellfish and they also render them unsafe to eat. Remember to avoid eating shellfish and fish from areas affected by toxic algal blooms; also, avoid swimming in waters infested by these critters.

Even if shark attacks are relatively rare, keep in mind that where there are fish in the ocean, there also might be sharks, hence avoid swimming near fishing areas and also avoid murky waters and areas were fishing boats and diving sea birds abound.

It’s also important to remember not to swim alone, sharks or not, and never at dawn or dusk because that’s when sharks feed. Watches and jewelry gleam like fish scales in the water, so get rid of them.

Another danger for beach goers is rip currents, which may pull even the Olympic swimming champion away from the shore. These fast-moving currents of water kill at least one hundred people annually, especially at surf beaches, and those are just US figures.

If you’re caught in such a rip current, try not to fight it. Go with the current and swim parallel to the beach, and try to swim back to shore once you manage to pull out of the current. If that doesn’t do the job, try to float/tread water until the current stops and try to call for help.

Edge Sports Have Their Price

Parasailing is an awesome summer activity for thousands of Americans. If you’re not from this planet, parasailing means that you’re towed behind a boat using a parachute canopy while flying like Superman.

Even though this may sound safe as far as extreme sports go, the majority of fatal parasailing accidents occur as a result of high wind conditions. To play it safe, make sure the weather is friendly before engaging in such crazy activities, alright?

Scuba diving is another all-time favorite activity doing the summer season, but is plunging in deep blue waters safe? Well, pretty much yes, but there are caveats to that.

The most common causes of death during scuba diving are oxygen supply problems, cardiac issues, and emergency ascent. To play it safe when scuba diving, make sure you are prepared for the water and you’ve learned all the techniques from your instructor.

Next on the list is skydiving. Skydiving is immensely fun for those crazy bastards with no self-preservation instincts. I’m kidding, but yes, skydiving is becoming increasingly popular among certain folk during summer vacation.

Even though you’re more susceptible to death by a lightning strike or a bee sting than due to skydiving gone wrong, make sure to look for riggers, jumpers and pilots with proper certification before making the big jump into the abyss. The same goes for bungee jumping.

White water rafting is another dangerous summer activity and there are tons of potential hazards involved in this awesome water sport. To reduce risks associated with white water rafting, never boat alone, wear a life jacket and a helmet at all times, and don’t overestimate your skills.

If you’re a hot air balloon aficionado, make sure your ‘ballooner” has all the necessary paperwork and be aware of adverse weather conditions, especially wind, before getting in the basket.

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Mosquito Control – Is There Really Such a Thing?

Guest Rant by Helen Yoest

Fall is back, and winter is near; thank goodness! This might sound odd coming from a rabid gardener and outdoor enthusiasts who would rather spend time outdoors than within my home, no matter how uncomfortable I might be. But wait, we are now finally mosquito-free, at least until their return of heat of summer next year.

In Raleigh, NC, where I garden year-round, having the mosquito season behind me is a blessing. But why should I have to wait to be mosquito-free? What can I do? Is there truly such a thing as mosquito control…without chemicals?

If you ask the barrier-spray mosquito control companies, they’ll tell you they have the answer. Indeed, their chemicals control mosquitoes, but what they don’t tell you is that they also kill everything else in the spray path and on the foliage.

Mosquitoes Can Kill

Mosquitoes are more than a nuisance; they can be deadly! If a female carrying disease goes for your blood, you could be in trouble. Mosquito-borne diseases in the U.S. are one of the deadliest in the world because of the many diseases they transmit. We have had reported cases of dengue, zika virus, West Nile virus, and Eastern and Western equine encephalitis, as well as a host of other diseases affecting you and your pets.

Thanks to the 2016 Zika outbreak, these broad-spray mosquito control companies have grown exponentially, and have set homeowners into panic mode to kill.

Trust me, I don’t like mosquitoes either, and I’d rather die of old age with a hand-cultivator in my grip than from the mosquito-borne Zika virus!

When I asked the closest Mosquito Joe location to me about their chemical toxicity, the reply was, “Our chemicals are organic, and with such a low concentration, it doesn’t affect anything else.” Hmm, maybe I just look like I was born yesterday.

When are we going to learn organic pesticides are still pesticides?

What About Our Safety?

Do we know enough about the chemical safety of these mosquito control companies? To find out more, I reached out to Dr. Michael Reiskind, associate professor of entomology (the study of insects) at NC State University. Reiskind explains, “Mosquito control companies spray an insecticide — almost always a pyrethroid — to vegetation outside your house. That vegetation is where mosquitoes like to rest, so it kills them when they go in there. But it will kill other insects that go in there to rest. We call that a non-target effect.”

These mosquito spray companies often minimize the risk of environmental impacts by saying, “The insecticides are similar to naturally-occurring substances found in chrysanthemums.” But according to Reiskind, “The synthetic pyrethroids used to control mosquitoes have been manufactured to be more toxic and to last longer in the environment.” It’s essential for all of us to understand the consequences of killing with chemicals.”

Generally, barrier spray treatments are applied where mosquitoes spend the daytime — under leaves and in shady areas. Conscientious appliers avoid spraying flowering plants, and by law, they should. But butterfly and moth caterpillars, and many other insects eat the foliage of sprayed plants. As for the birds, pyrethroids don’t directly harm birds, but birds eat caterpillars, so they are at risk as well.

These mosquito control companies also claim they have certified applicators and only spray in the shrubs and trees, never on blooms, and before 10 am, before pollinators start foraging.

Is that so? To find out more, I also contacted Sydney L. Ross, with the NC Department of Ag and Consumer Services, Structural Pest Control & Pesticides Division.

Her reply was troubling: “Within North Carolina, we allow for one licensed pesticide applicator to supervise as many individuals as he or she would like, as long as all individuals work out of the same storage location.”

So only one person in an office of 5, 10, 20, or more pesticide applicators needs to be certified; only one applicator needs to go through the arduous certification training, and be annually re-certified?

To summarize, only one person with the license needs to be available to train in the safe use of insecticide products and be reachable by phone to the unlicensed applicators on the job. That licensee is responsible/liable for any mistakes made by the person they are supervising. Please note, there is no requirement to verify in-house training. To me, that licensee is the designated felon! Would you want that responsibility?

Compliance

Around my neighborhood, I’ve seen and others have reported seeing mosquito control companies spraying after 10 am. So while Ross was only a question away, I asked: How strictly regulated are the mosquito spray companies in NC? Ross replied: “All mosquito spray companies are required to hold a public health category license with the Pesticides Section. Alternatively, some hold structural pest control licenses with our other section, Structural Pest Control, which covers their mosquito applications around a structure. All mosquito application companies are subject to random and routine inspections once a year, and they are also subject to random inspections while in the field.

“Inspections generally cover topics such as personal protective equipment, products used, application method/equipment, recordkeeping, pesticide storage, and environmental conditions during the time of application. Inspections can also lead to an investigation if there is pesticide misuse.” Ross also noted her office investigates and follow up on all complaints received in their office regarding mosquito applicators, so if you see spraying after 10 am, call your local authority. In NC, that number is (919) 218-7952.

Vegetables, Herbs and Fruit Trees

The chemicals should likewise never be sprayed on or close to edible plants, including fruit-bearing trees, and vegetable and herb gardens. Structures like houses and swing sets also should be avoided; however, rules are murky about structures such as fences.

Pyrethroid insecticides used to kill mosquitoes will kill any insect that encounters it, including bees, caterpillars, and butterflies. The reality is there’s no way to entirely avoid hurting pollinators if you’re spraying for mosquitoes. More studies are needed to quantify this damage, but from experience, I am a twice-failed beekeeper. The first time I failed, I assumed it was Colony Collapse disorder (CCD). The second time, my bees were throughout the garden. I later found out one of my neighbors used a mosquito spray service. Other beekeepers have lamented to me the same experiences.

I have since registered with Fieldwatch, a program that allows pesticide applicators to locate any nearby beehives or sensitive sites and contact the site’s owner to avoid pesticide contamination/drift. Although personal gardens aren’t yet allowed to register, I registered anyway because I have over 30 fruit trees and consider my pollinator a sensitive site. So sue me

Mosquito spraying is not the only reason insects like fireflies, butterflies, and bees are in trouble. But mosquito sprays can kill these species. Decreasing the amount of spraying is one thing we can do to help them.

Clean Your Garden

You diligently work to control mosquito breeding through Integrated Pest Management (IPM), right?

If this is you, be the one in the neighborhood who begins to take action!

The most important thing you can do to reduce mosquitoes in your yard is to take away their habitat through a tip and toss practice of ridding your garden of their breeding ground, which is standing water. In controlling pests with IPM, you do the least environmentally impactful things first, then progress to the point of using chemicals, or not. I don’t use them.

Reduce the number of sites available to females for egg-laying — clogged gutters, old tires, plant holders, birdbaths, and discarded containers. Use personal repellents that keep mosquitoes at bay. And when the mosquitoes get too bad, go inside! However, what your neighbor is doing may be overshadowing your efforts due to their mosquito control applications. Is keeping your yard clear of standing water enough? You need to get your neighbors on board. Mosquitoes are a neighborhood-scale problem!

Eliminating standing water isn’t always feasible; for instance if you have a pond. Bee Better Naturally recommends all-natural larvicides, which kill the mosquito larvae and truly doesn’t harm other wildlife. These Bt dunks can wipe out another chunk of a garden’s mosquito population.

On our back porch, where we often sit, we have a series of ceiling fans and another oscillating fan, which helps a lot. But still not enough of days after a good rain. So I wondered what would Doug do?

Doug Tallamy’s Recommendation

At a recent conference, I asked Doug Tallamy for his best recommendation for mosquito control.

“Simple,” he said. “In an out-of-the-way area, partially fill a bucket of water, add wheat straw or hay, let it ferment. The fermentation attracts female mosquitoes to lay her eggs. Then add a mosquito control dunk that’s specific to the mosquito larvae.” I tried it, and it works.

We all have lots of decisions to make as consumers. For some people, a mosquito-free yard is worth the cost of some “by-kill.” Not for me! At least if we decide to spray our yard we should be informed of the potential losses, as well as benefits of being mosquito-free.

Helen Yoest is Director of Bee Better Naturally, a 100% volunteer non-profit helping homeowners save the environment, one garden at a time.

Mosquito Control – Is There Really Such a Thing? originally appeared on GardenRant on November 15, 2019.

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turfandlawncare · 5 years

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Mosquito Control – Is There Really Such a Thing?

Guest Rant by Helen Yoest

Mosquitoes Can Kill

Thanks to the 2016 Zika outbreak, these broad-spray mosquito control companies have grown exponentially, and have set homeowners into panic mode to kill.

Trust me, I don’t like mosquitoes either, and I’d rather die of old age with a hand-cultivator in my grip than from the mosquito-borne Zika virus!

When are we going to learn organic pesticides are still pesticides?

What About Our Safety?

These mosquito control companies also claim they have certified applicators and only spray in the shrubs and trees, never on blooms, and before 10 am, before pollinators start foraging.

Is that so? To find out more, I also contacted Sydney L. Ross, with the NC Department of Ag and Consumer Services, Structural Pest Control & Pesticides Division.

Compliance

Vegetables, Herbs and Fruit Trees

Clean Your Garden

You diligently work to control mosquito breeding through Integrated Pest Management (IPM), right?

If this is you, be the one in the neighborhood who begins to take action!

Doug Tallamy’s Recommendation

At a recent conference, I asked Doug Tallamy for his best recommendation for mosquito control.

Helen Yoest is Director of Bee Better Naturally, a 100% volunteer non-profit helping homeowners save the environment, one garden at a time.

Mosquito Control – Is There Really Such a Thing? originally appeared on GardenRant on November 15, 2019.

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