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mossy-rainfrog · 11 months

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hello everyone, I made a series of doodles to put inside of my copy of MobyDick and I would like to share them :3 pls enjoy:

[ID: Two traditional drawings. Ahab shows off his new pegleg with a flourish. Ishmael infodumps about whales to a fond Queequeg. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]

New Leg Goofin is for chapters 108-9, when Ahab gets fitted with his new leg! it's right before a super devastating chapter so i needed to make myself laugh lmao

Wikipedia Page About Every Whale is for the whole goddamn book, honestly, but I chose to put it at the beginning of ch.32, Cetology, where Ishmael really does try to explain every whale ever

[ID: A comic of Stubb and Flask bursting into Ahab's quarters, thinking the Captain is in danger, only to find Ahab and Fedallah playing a game of cards. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]

This gem belongs to p.344 where Stubb wonders if Fedallah means to kidnap Ahab, which was such a baffling ridiculous concept that I couldn't help but make fun of it. literally Ahab snuck this man on board bro, what the fuck is fedallah going to do to him. they're playing uno. shut up

[ID: Two drawings, with the first showing Pip after being cast away, haunted and alone on the deck of the Pequod. The other shows Ishmael and Queequeg homoerotically grasping hands while processing whale sperm. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]

this goes out to chapters 93-95, because the UNREAL whiplash from "a child was just abandoned at sea" to "hey let's be horny about whale sperm" is still the most insane transition of all time. Ish, what the fuck

[ID: A simply doodled meme diagram for how to greet a fellow amputee. The "wrong" answer shows Captains Ahab and Boomer shaking hands, while the "right" answers show Ahab in a handstand and then kicking his leg up high, both times to cross his prosthetic with Boomer's. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]

this goes out to p. 454. every interaction between these two absolutely delighted me but my mental image for the specific line about them "crossing ivory limbs" got. very silly.

[ID: A small comic of Ahab asking the Harpooners to give him blood to temper his harpoon in. They stare back at him with varying expressions of confused, uncomfortable disbelief. End ID.]

the last one, for p.504. yknow that feel when your boss just walks up and asks you to bleed on his custom made harpoon??? yeah uh. normal workday things

anyways thank you for reading, I had a delightful time making these and am so very fond of them all, so yea :3

credit as always for the designs goes to the darling @pocketsizedquasar , as well as credit for pricelessly annotating my copy of MD and thus getting me to actually read it, love youuuu💙💙

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ineedfairypee · 10 months

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Really through me off

#ineedfairypee #fairypeememes #I Need Fairy Pee #oc meme #oc #memes #original content #oc memes #meme #homophones #stretcher #language memes #english memes #meme page #meme maker #linguistics

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cowboyshit · 2 years

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according to pwinsider hangman left the venue to go be examined at a local hospital after being examined by aews medical staff. so far that’s the latest update I’ve come across

#there’s more people coming out saying they saw hangman giving a thumbs up to the crowd as he was stretchered away #there’s been a bit of speculation that he received a concussion but that hasn’t been confirmed yet #hangman page #ashleys talking again

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schulott · 2 years

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the number of “x reader” stuff that are in the tags and not under a cut is getting out of control

#stop shoving shit into our throat #just put it under a cut have some fucking decency #i don’t care for self inserts you do you but i despise it when i scroll five times with my thumb and it’s still the damn self insert #the number of blogs I’ve blocked this week is. ridiculous. i need more than two hands and two feet to count #oh also fuck tumblr why do they keep pushing these page stretchers as ‘stuff from tags you follow?’#honestly what the fuck

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infini-tree · 2 years

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to anyone who’s wondering how many oc’s i have for cu (and by extension @penning-captain-underpantsff since they collab with me with some of their development), uh:

#mells thinking out loud on her blog again #cueocu #this only really account for my oc's and the ones we collab'ed on so any older cu oc's they had before then aren't on the list #or the ones they made themself #im putting it under a readmore bc it is a page stretcher fghdfdj

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death2you · 9 months

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reading the wikipedia page for the exorcist, and i LOOOVE how everybody went crazy before, during, and after watching the movie. that's what we're missing nowadays; we need more people to piss, shit, vomit, cry, panic, and scream after horror movies

#i need to walk into a theater and come out of it on a stretcher with an iv attached to my arm. i need it to change me #UGHGUHU im so OBSESSED they tried to PROTEST the movie and bring it to the supreme court. i need this to happen again #theres good gems in the exorcist wikipedia page especially the themes portion #95

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skyberia · 5 months

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Hi, I read your about on Nephos and I'd really love to hear more about his companion quest! Like, she lied but is the curse 1. not a curse, 2. a curse used to leash a powerful sorcerer, or 3. A curse that was put on her that she transferred to him. Also: How do the other companions react to things as more is learned through his quest line? You've drawn romantic things with him and Astarion, so does he have more/different reactions to companions who are just friends?

And finally: What is the end game of his quest? Is it just revenge or no revenge, with no real way to fix it? Is it a situation where you can fix it or he can accept his death and each has their own sacrifices? If it can be cured, do the tendrils covering half his body remain as permanent scars? Or will they fade in time?

Anyway I love your sorcerer have a nice day.

these are fantastic questions. thank you so much. i wrote out a whole thing under the readmore (basically the rundown of the entire quest as i envision it lol) but given how it's Really long and i don't expect anyone to want to read through all that, here's just the answers to your questions. a TL;DR if you will

it is very much a real curse, just not the ~mysterious~ affliction he thought he was born with. it's actually dark magic concocted by his "mother figure" and placed on him as a way to use him (so your option 2 is kind of right!) but the true point of it is to basically channel his lightning magic in such a way so that it can be used to power one of her inventions... basically turning him into a humanoid battery. so it's not really a death curse in the way he thought it was, but only because it's a "fate worse than death" curse i guess. lol

due to (waves hands) reasons it takes them a Long time to tell the others about their "condition" and everyone else takes it differently... i guess most interestingly it changes their entire dynamic with karlach, where she goes from begrudgingly tolerating them (because they're a huge asshole when they first meet) to sympathising with them and then to just truly bonding over essentially having the same fate. she still thinks he's kind of a dick though. because he is kind of a dick

when he figures out what was done to him, he rallies everyone into taking his "mother figure" down (for revenge, but also like. prevent part of the fate worse than death) you fight her, but before you deal the final blow she starts pleading. promises that she can reverse the curse, but only if you let her live. if you spare her, she'll get to work on a cure.… allegedly. if you kill her, néphos is stuck with the curse and everything that implies, but at least no longer under her control or threat, and free to spend however long he has left in whatever way makes him happiest.

(^ bffs forever or until we both die shortly)

anyway. here's like 1.6k words about how néphos' companion quest goes down. if you're interested in rambling

his companion quest (named "The Eye of the Storm", because he's a storm sorcerer with a plot significant eye. this isn't really relevant to anything i just think it's fun) has one key player in it: that being the "mother figure" character, the one who "saved" them and who they think quite highly of due to, being convinced that they kind of owe their life to her. Néphos knows her to be an old halfling cleric named Hosana Stillwater.

in the years since she left due to her poor health after using all her power to slow down the progress of his curse, he has kind of kept in contact with her through letters but has not seen her personally, with the reasoning that she's too sickly to have visitors. fair enough. he doesn't want to cause her more grief than he already did.

anyway jump ahead to the events of the game. after a frankly ridiculous amount of time (somewhere around act 2), they finally come forth and admit to their companions that their blacked out eye and the "tattoos" they have on their face are actually signs of a curse, and it's getting worse a lot faster than it was previously, almost as if it's having a reaction to the tadpole. So It's, Uh, Not Looking Really Great For Him

it takes a while for them to come forth to the others with this info (despite being badgered about it all the time) because he, sincerely, had a firm belief that this was none of their business. something about Néphos is that he spent basically his entire life turning away from others and only establishing connections if he saw some sort of benefit or reward that could be earned from it. entirely transactional stuff, never saw a point in "friends" and never understood the idea of doing things for others, what, out of affection? … until being abducted by a nautiloid and having a worm shoved into his eye and forced into an actual adventuring party.

(by this point he's starting to form actual relationships with the others and it's making him question Why he ever thought like that in the first place… but anyway)

they're not convinced that there's any way around the curse. his quest doesn't suddenly become "we need to look for a cure!" because he's very much deadset on the idea that there isn't one. he spent a good few years trying to find one and only found that nobody can even tell him what it is, so it would be a complete waste of time to run around looking for curse experts, specially when they all have Bigger Issues to deal with.

However, through basically interrogating them over their backstory and what they do know of the curse, strange things start to jump out to them. info that doesn't really match up or make much sense. doesn't this whole story about him being rescued by a good samaritan who just happened to be capable of slowing down his mysterious curse seem too good to be true? and about the good samaritan, there's so much about Hosana that he doesn't actually know and never questioned that seems weird now…

So in act 3, when the party reaches baldur's gate, he requests that they try to find Hosana's whereabouts so he can finally talk to her and maybe clear some things up. going to the house of healing he always sent his letters to, they all find that… nobody knows of an elderly halfling cleric named Hosana Stillwater. nobody by that name ever stayed there for any period of time. by all accounts, she doesn't even exist.

Néphos is in disbelief over this. sure, he last saw her, like, 40 years ago, but he remembers her! he spent time with her! she took care of him! and he sent letters to her here! and he got responses! after pressing some of the employees over it, they spit out that someone else came to collect those. one of the benefactors of the house, a rich elf lady named Alodie Aello.

the next steps are finding out more about this woman so maybe SHE can explain what the fuck's going on here. eventually you all find where she lives (it's like, a mansion) and infiltrate it. she's not there currently and security's not that difficult to take down, so there's plenty of exploration that can be done.

on the surface, she doesn't seem at all connected to Néphos, nothing that indicates her even being able to know of their existence. seems she's an inventor of sorts, her place's littered with pretty magic-powered machines and other types of devices, but there isn't anything particularly revolutionary.

but they all keep looking. and eventually they find that she has a hidden, secret room or basement. and THAT'S where you find the real shit. there's a huge machine that nobody can figure out the use for, and around it there's plans and documents and journals and letters (that look a little familiar…) that are ALL about néphos and the curse. there's so much and a lot of it is just straight up incomprehensible or gibberish, but this shit is basically detailing his entire life story, including shit he did not know about.

in summary: she had been on the lookout for people who had some aptitude for lightning magic. she found Néphos when they were basically a baby, which was perfect. they were the child of a poor drow woman who'd just ran away from the underdark on her own, so getting rid of her to get access to the baby was Really easy. and then she cursed them with dark magic of her own creation.

(so nobody he went to was able to figure out what the hell the curse he had was because it was specially made to fuck him, specifically, over. really fun for him)

through those documents you learn that the point of it was to concentrate his lightning magic over time so she could basically turn him into a battery for her greatest invention. at its final stage, it would have essentially rendered him a vegetable, only capable of channelling power out and nothing else. so he would've been as good as dead, except not. his soul would be stuck in the mortal plane for however long she managed to keep him.

additionally, she documents having done something Else to him: she basically magically conditioned him to have certain behaviours: stay in baldur's gate, avoid connections with others unless beneficial, work to improve his magic. this is because after a few years of trying to raise him in secret in disguise as Hosana (it's possible that kidnapping a child and cursing them in order to use them for your own means could be generally looked down upon in high society) she got sick of it and decided it was more productive to just let him loose, essentially let him raise himself. So that's why he is the way he is.

(it's possible that the tadpole, though it worsened the curse, managed to cut this specific "feature" off.)

as you're all processing this, enter Alodie stage left. she's finally home! Néphos is Not happy, but she's willing to talk. unfortunately all she has to say is excuses that are pretty easily disproven by all the info you just learned. when she finally realises that you all know Everything and she can't talk her way out of it, you fight.

but before the final blow can be dealt, she stops and starts pleading for her life: she's the only person who understands Néphos' curse, so she's the only one who can reverse its effects! if you kill her now, you lose all chances of finding a cure. and she'll find a cure if you spare her, she promises!

Néphos refuses. obviously you can't trust anything she says, you know what she did to him, what she wanted him for! there's no way she's actually going to cure him. but she has a point, doesn't she? as the person who put all this together, she's the only one who can figure out a cure. it would mean Néphos would get a real shot at actually living…

if killed: Néphos continues being cursed. there can be talk of trying to find specialists to look at Alodie's documents, to see if they can reverse engineer a cure from that, but they still don't have much hope about that. it's bittersweet, but they are overall very grateful. even if they die a lot sooner than they should, they'll die free and knowing they're around people they trust. they won't be used for their magic. they'll die happy.

if spared: she'll thank you. she Promises she'll keep her word, even though she doesn't have a cure right now she'll start figuring one out immediately. Néphos on the other hand is Really Not Happy. implies he'll see this adventure through, but after the elder brain's destroyed they're done. they don't care if they're cured, they're leaving baldur's gate and getting the hell away from Alodie as soon as they can.

(but: Alodie insists on keeping him for the evening, swears up and down she'll do him no harm, it's just something she wants to try and see if it'll ease the effects of the curse for the moment. the next day, Néphos isn't much different. curse's still the same, still visibly there, but they're much calmer. it's almost like he completely forgot what he said the day before... if you bring it up, he just waves it off and says he was just being dramatic, he didn't actually mean any of it. he sees exactly where you were coming from and thanks you for making him see what was best for him before he did something so drastic………. :) )

#néphos #page stretcher #i don't actually go into their relationships w the others under the readmore at all. apologies #would've gotten SO long if i did or if i even talked abt how they all felt about *waves hands* the developments #and i'm not subjecting you OR MYSELF to that ................................. right now #maybe later. maybe ask me later #anyway i hope this is . comprehensible. thank you

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juergenklopp · 2 years

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Have I mentioned I love short track IndyCar racing?!

JOSEF NEWGARDEN wins the 2021 Bommarito 500 (📷: Alex Wong/DREAM Digital)

#Josef Newgarden #IndyCar #Alex Wong how does it feel like to be the best motorsports photographer in the world #Just uploading didn't edit this one bit #You wouldn't do anything to Starry Night or Mona Lisa and this is also literal art #Bommarito 500 2021 #page stretcher #motorsports

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callumilott · 1 year

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F2 - the (un)official yearbook

➞ class of 2022

insp.

#f2 #edit*#graphic*#this is so far out of my comfort zone but u know what. i like it #multi #page stretcher #this got really long but i wanted each team to have their own page #hours of work! my best work yet!

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multifandommilfs · 2 months

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Plan No Longer

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x reader

Wc: 1305

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Thanking @walshies for the side pics, they are my main inspiration :D

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You were planning. You told yourself you were ready, but your heart was still planning, causing your fingers to toy perpetually with the little velvet ring box in your coat.

Addison was just beside you as the waves lapped at the beach, the horizon moulding into one with the sky, dark and vast, they stretched out beyond your eyes could fathom, unpredictable.

You felt the silky texture beneath your fingertips, your heart beating raggedly in your chest. Addison let out a content noise resembling a purr as she sank into the beach chair, her left hand, fingers ringless and bare, folded easily with yours like a thousand times before. You wondered if she would still look at you the same way tonight, after you asked her the most important question of your life.

Your mind whirred back to when she first held your hand, though you couldn't quite remember anything except for the feeling of warmth running through your veins. Your chase for the memory led you back to when you first met her.

Unpredictable was when you met Addison.

It was a busy day at Seattle Grace Hospital, people were rolling in on stretchers, and the bus-car accident was to blame. You knocked your way through multitudes of nurses and doctors, breath in your throat. Your pager was incessant. It's pace felt faster even with every stretch your legs made to the OR for your unscheduled neurosurgery.

Your feet trampled down the flight of stairs, not bothering to take the stretcher-packed elevators. "Page Addison Montgomery!" Was the first thing you heard at the scrub station.

"Sorry?!" You hollered, and Derek whipped his head towards you so harshly that you were afraid his brain-deep hands might hit something important. "Page Addison Montgomery! The patient is pregnant, and she's haemorrhaging! Page her! "

"Page her yourself, Shepherd! I've never worked with pediatrics!" You rushed over, perspiration already forming on your forehead as you took over his position and requested O blood bags when the ECG monitor began to hasten evidently.

"She's going into V-Fib L/n! Administer-"

"Shepherd, call that paediatrician now!" Your voice rose, forcing him to relent his role. "CPR, oxygen, charge up the defibrillator. "You delegated the job to nurses as you started to control the haemorrhage.

It felt like forever before the said paediatrician finally barged into the OR, panting and tired. She immediately captured your line of sight as she put up all the necessary lines and monitored the baby as if she were only working on muscle memory, as if you weren't doing the same right now, watching her and suturing, letting the needle glide through the skin from right to left.

With the Dura mater sutured closed, you moved onto the scalp. The race in your heart was for a completely different reason, and it may or may not have to do with the utterly stunning woman before you.

"How's the mother's progress?" The new voice made your heart swoon and your eyes flicker upward to catch her blazing red hair. No matter, the forceps in your hands remained steadfast, just like how you were trained to have your head clear and precise during panic. Your eyes averted back to your hands. Her eyes were a ladened weight on you.

"I've stopped the bleeding and her BP is steady."You notified her of what you knew, though you weren't sure if another v-fib might trigger due to her pregnancy.

"But?" Her question made you scrutinize her before she shrugged. "I know that mildly concerned tone, I've used it myself." She gave you a smile, proud of herself for analysing you.

You let out an impressed scoff and told her what you assumed would happen as she listened more intently than any doctor you've ever met, her teeth baring slightly to take in her lower lip. You glanced away as you finished closing the patient up, hurrying to scrub out as fast as possible because the woman in front of you was causing a wreck in your previously tranquil train of thoughts.

She had a skip in her steps when she met you at the scrub station. Turning on the faucet, she spoke, "I'm aware you don't know who I am." You focused on washing the soap off your arms. "That's charming, am I supposed to?"

Her brows raised a touch at your sarcasm before the realisation hit her."No! No, no! That's totally not what I meant. I-I'm not egotistical or narcissistic or whatever you think I am now—I mean I kind of am, all surgeons are, but like- " She stopped mid-sentence, mentally kicking herself for being an awkward, stuttering mess. "I only wanted to make small talk or... whatever."

You dried off your arms, leaning against the sink as you surveyed her. She looked away, a tint of blush rising up her cheeks. You smiled, yielding to your wants. "Would that whatever be something like...a date?"

Her gaze whipped over to you, red high on her cheekbones. She wrung her hands and untied her surgical cap, freeing her hair over her shoulders in an elegant shake of her head. "If you want it to be."

You inched closer, lips pursing in faux contemplation. "I don't think I want it." Her smile faltered.

"I think I'll need it to be a date." You gushed before she could turn away, or worse, apologise.

Her eyes sparkled genuinely. "Addison Montgomery."

The next four months were history.

Until right now. Right now, you hold the future in your hands. And you didn't know whether to be excited or nervous about it.

You coughed, trying to unlodge the hesitation in your throat, which garnered Addison's attention. "Are you cold?" She asked, but she was already slipping off her sweater to drape it around your frame.

Just like that, there was no more hesitation, no more blue-screen in your heart. You took a full moment to register it—your heart was actually ready after weeks of reluctance at how much detail she noticed about you.

"Y/n, are you-"

"Willyoumarryme?" The words just tumbled past your lips without prior warning.

"What?"

"Marry me. Marry me." You scrambled, clumsily to your feet, still grasping her hand. "I know there's no fancy lights, no candlelit dinner but- that's my everyday with you; you are my fancy lights, you are my candlelit dinner, you are- you are everything I could possibly have-"

"I-" she stammered, tears pooling in her irises. For a moment, your lower lip trembled when it faced the possibility of rejection. Perhaps she wasn't ready, just like Yang and you were Burke, too fast. Your heart sank and sank and sank, falling so deep into the pits of your stomach that you let your tears coat your vision.

It took a while moment and you thought you lost at life.

Then her signature smile ran across her lips and stayed there, tears slipped from her crinkled eyes. "You're asking me to marry you." A statement you nodded fervently to, and your heart was already soaring seeing her happiness. "You're asking me to marry you!" High-pitched, she laughed, like bells ringing, and launched herself to you, toppling the both of you right into the sand.

Your laughter trailed hers until your chest hurt, so you just gripped her tightly, everything you have, needed and wanted, all in one handful. "I'm asking you to marry me." You let out an amazed breath, not quite believing yourself for being so lucky.

"We're married," she breathed, looking at you in wonder. "I'm married to you." It was a feeling that was all too surreal at the same time that something clicked perfectly in her life.

The ring, a merely a symbol of marriage, was forgotten. The truth of it was that you were already wearing your marriage on your hearts.

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery fluff #greys anatomy #greys anatomy fic

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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Hi,

Just discovered your page and I am obsessed! I was wondering if you could do something about Jamie getting hurt and the reader meeting him in the treatment room and comforting him? Or something along those lines, I trust you!

Thanks!

Dang, you’re putting my angst skills to the test! I wrote this instead of doing homework. Probs won’t post again till the weekend, but who knows? Not me, that’s for sure. Thanks for requesting!

feeling fragile, can’t you tell

Football matches are always tense. It’s all about squeezing Keeley’s hand when Richmond gets the ball, booing when they miss and screaming when they score. You never know how they’re going to end until they’re done, and god it kills you. Especially when Jamie has the ball. You feel like you can’t breathe until you see it swoosh into the net, after which your chest loosens up.

You love it. Mostly.

The part you don’t love is the part that results in the medics being called onto the field. Some injuries are accidental, some are on purpose. You hate those. You’ve watched more players kick, shove, and punch each other than you would care to count. Your least favorite injury so far was when a burly player broke Sam’s foot “on accident.” You thought Roy and Isaac were going to commit murder.

Jamie told you the next morning that the whole team egged the man’s house that night. That’s why he had been late coming over. He wouldn’t tell you who’s idea it was, but you have a vague recollection of Jamie telling childhood stories about egging houses with his friends.

Injuries are truly awful.

Which is why you’re standing stock-still in the owner’s box, clutching Keeley’s arm and willing Jamie to get up.

He’d done this thing where he kicked the ball away from the opposing team, but landed on his back funny. Rebecca whispers, “Oh god, it’s Roy all over again,” and you remember being told about Roy’s injury. The one that took him out of the game for good.

Jamie’s only twenty-five, you reason to yourself, he has to be ok.

He still hasn’t gotten up. The medical team are rushing onto the field, and you’re pushing past Rebecca, running downstairs to go find him.

Keeley is hot on your heels, running as best she can in her heels which, honestly, is actually pretty good.

You’re not quite sure where you’re going, feeling blinded by worry. Keeley grabs your arm and tugs you toward the treatment room.

You burst through the doors right behind Keeley, who has almost run smack into Roy. He looks grim, more grim than usual.

“What’s wrong with him?” you whisper, mindful of the atmosphere in the treatment room. Jamie is on a table on his back, face white.

“Passed out,” Roy responds gruffly. “Fucked his leg and back pretty bad, but doesn’t explain why he’s fucking unconscious.”

Tears are beginning to form, and Keeley wraps her arms around your waist.

You move out of the doorway so the medics can pick up Jamie in a stretcher and move him to the ambulance.

You get a closer look at him as he passes by, features slack.

You feel like you’re choking.

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The ride to the hospital is a blur. You’re not even sure how you ended up in Roy’s car, but you’re there, sitting in the back seat with Keeley’s comforting presence the only thing keeping you loosely tethered to reality.

Your mind is running through every possible scenario as to why he passed out. None of them are good. He’s messed up his back and leg before, but never to this point. And his face.

You can’t stop thinking about his face.

To be honest, he looked dead.

Panic starts to hit again, and it takes every ounce of control you have to force yourself to breathe.

—

You’re outside Jamie’s hospital room now. His doctor said he pulled some muscles, and passed out from a combination of too little water, food, and sleep. The pain must have been enough to trigger his body into finally catching up with itself.

You sigh, and push open the door, Roy and Keeley promising to wait for you outside.

Jamie is propped up in the bed, IVs in his arms for hydration.

At the sight of you, he says a soft, “hey, babe.”

He’s still so pale, and the tears you’d been holding in start streaming out.

“What happened, Jamie?” you ask, sitting on the chair next to his bed. You take his hand in yours. “How did I not know you weren’t eating?”

Jamie’s quiet for a moment, and you can see a glimmer of a tear in his left eye.

“I dunno,” he replies softly.

He doesn’t say anything after that, so you’re just left sitting there, hand-in-hand, in silence. He’s staring at the end of his bed, you’re staring at his face.

When it becomes clear he has no intention of speaking up you say, “Jamie.”

He turns to you, eyes hollow. “Saw me dad last week.”

You blink.

Oh.

“Oh,” you say out loud.

Jamie is silent for a beat, then says, “Didn’t tell ya because I didn’t want you to worry. He’s a piece of shit and my fuckin problem, not yours.”

You shake your head and bring his hand up to your lips. “Jaim. I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry,” because you know exactly what he’s saying.

You had assumed you hadn’t seen Jamie due to all his extra training.

You had assumed that he was taking care of himself in preparation for the game, like he always did.

You had assumed too much, because his dad was an unknown variable that threw a wrench in every place he found himself in.

The last time his dad had shown up, Jamie had tried to stop eating. You say tried because you basically force-fed him after the first day. He also couldn’t sleep. You could feel him tossing and turning, getting up to pace around, just restless. You’d rub his shoulders, hold him close, but nothing worked. He didn’t sleep well for two weeks when he was finally so tired that his body pretty much just shut down.

So. His passing out makes sense now.

Jamie is gripping your hand, knuckles white, tears beginning to roll down his face. His face, which he is trying to keep stoic, and is beginning to return to its normal color.

“Jamie,” you say. “Jamie, you don’t have to keep all this in.”

He shrugs.

“No, I’m serious,” you continue, “You shouldn’t keep this all in. We’re a team, you know? We’re supposed to share this kind of thing with each other, and if you think I don’t want to hear it or can’t handle it, then that’s a problem.”

Jamie whips his head around from his blank stare at the wall to your face. He whispers, “Are we breaking up?” fear evident in his expression.

“No,” you reply. “No. We’re just- we’re just figuring it out. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep things from me.”

You’re beginning to lose feeling in your hand. Jamie is looking somewhat relieved, but still not great.

“How long are you in here?” you ask.

“Doctor wants to keep me overnight. Make sure I’m hydrated or some shit.”

You hesitate. “Do you- do you want me to stay with you? I don’t have to, if you want to be alone I can just-”

“Yes.”

Jamie’s color is really coming back now, and he looks like someone’s removed a huge weight from his chest. “Yes, I would really fucking like it if you stayed. I can move over so you don’t have to sleep on that fucking shitty plastic couch.”

You crack a smile at that as he gingerly scoots over. You climb into the bed, mindful of his leg and the IVs. He throws an arm around you with less care than you think he should have, but you’re not going to worry about that right now so you just snuggle into his side. He’s warm, and you didn’t realize how cold you were until this exact moment.

There’s a knock on the door, and Keeley pokes her head in.

“Everything alright, babes?” she asks.

“All good here, Keels,” Jamie responds. You give her a small smile, which she returns.

“Alright then, Roy and I are gonna go. We’ll be back to pick you up tomorrow, yeah?” She points to you. “Text me if you need anything. Won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”

You’re not sure if she means she isn’t sleeping due to the excitement of the night or because she’s going home with Roy, but she’s gone before you can ask.

You sigh and put your head on Jamie’s shoulder.

You say, “Don’t ever fucking do that again, ok?” but it comes out as a plea, voice on the edge of breaking.

He replies, “I won’t,” in such a soft, sincere tone that you believe him.

You breath deeply for the first time that night, just glad that he’s ok and you’re together. You are a team, after all.

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