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schrijverr · 1 year

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Familiar Stranger at the Bar

During the 27 years Eddie and Richie run into each other. Neither of them know one another anymore, but there is a connection with this stranger, something familiar, like they do know each other. Nothing comes from it at the time, but maybe later.

On AO3.

Ships: Eddie x Myra (bad), pre-Richie x Eddie

Warnings: Myra and Sonia are a warning on their own, talks of infertility and thoughts of cheating (doesn't happen)

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Eddie is alone in a bar, which is probably not a good look on him, since he told his wife he was working overtime and the suit he is wearing screams corporate guy, maybe looking to cheat. But he isn’t. He swears on his mother that he is not there to cheat.

He just needs a second to himself.

Myra is becoming more and more smothering and Eddie knows he is letting her. It is just hard to stop her, hard to not sink into that familiarity that he has always known. He only has vague memories of his childhood, except for his mother.

And perhaps marrying Myra isn’t the most healthy thing Eddie has ever done, he knows that. He couldn’t say no when it got to a point where it was breaking up or marrying her. He stayed. He never really learned how to say no.

So, here he is. In a bar. Drinking by himself and looking utterly sleazy. But he justifies that to himself, because he isn’t actually going to do anything. He might not be sure if he loves his wife, but he is not going to be an asshole.

Like he said, he just needs a second to himself. They went for their check ups recently, which is always nerve wracking, not just because of Eddie’s health, but also because Myra always worries more afterwards. Always smothers more.

This time it was too much and Eddie had to get out for a little bit. However, he feels terrible over it, because Myra learned she might be infertile, which is why they don’t have a child yet. Something she desperately wants.

Myra has a younger sister with two kids and Eddie sees how much it pains her to watch the two little ones run around and get pampered by their grandparents. Eddie doesn’t want her to hurt like that.

But he can’t deny a part of him is glad they can’t conceive. The bits he still knows about his own childhood weren’t the happiest and the fact that he is still stuck in the same situation doesn’t bode well for the kid that will now never be.

Eddie feels horrid for hos relieved he is for the unborn kid, who won’t have to go through what he is going through. Because while it feels safe, he remembers many unhappy moments from his childhood, where he longed to have friends and play games, climb trees, exist outside.

If he had some friends who had his back, it might have been different. However, Eddie remembers no such friends, thus no alternatives for how he has always been that he can cling to, that can give him courage to try and break out of the mold.

He heaves another sigh and takes a sip of his drink, trying not to think about all the negative side affects alcohol can have on the body.

“Well, don’t you look excited to be here,” a voice snaps him out of his musings and Eddie looks up in surprise to see who had spoken. There is a man next to him, raising an eyebrow. He is about Eddie’s age, brown eyes and thick glasses on his face, his clothes are a bit of a mess and would look more at home on a college kid.

Still…

There is something about him that Eddie can’t place, something familiar. Something welcoming and warm. As if the man is a home he doesn’t know he lost.

The thought is weird enough to snap him out of his little stupor and the words register. They’re sarcastic and a bit too familiar out of the mouth of someone, who doesn’t know Eddie. He is already in a prissy enough mood that he replies: “Not everyone is out celebrating at a bar, you know,” in a scathing tone.

“Sorry,” the man says, raising his hands disarmingly. “Just thought you could appreciate a good chuck, old chap,” in a posh voice that makes Eddie snort without knowing why. The man lights up at the reaction: “See, much better with a smile.”

And Eddie realizes that he indeed needed to laugh a little. Fuck, it’s been too long since he just had fun and smiled. The longing to some good company combines with the odd nostalgic magnetism the man has. So, Eddie smiles again and holds out his hand: “Thanks. I’m Eddie.”

“Richie,” the man, Richie (and that name sounds familiar somehow), replies, shaking Eddie’s hand firmly. His hands are big and warm. Firm. Good hands.

Eddie never thinks that about anyone, usually focusing on how unhygienic hands are and how he can use sanitizer without coming across as a huge asshole. But Richie is throwing off all his normal responses, which is odd. Eddie never connects easily with people.

“So, what are we contemplating with noir detective style depression drinking?” Richie asks him. A question that is a huge overstep and again overly familiar for people who just met each other.

However, as Eddie said before, Richie makes his normal boundaries obsolete, because he shrugs and honestly answers: “My wife is likely infertile.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Richie says, looking taken aback at the reply and unsure of how to properly reply to that.

“It’s okay,” Eddie tells him. “I’m drinking because I’m happy about it.”

Richie is quiet for a second and Eddie is sure that he scared the man off. He wouldn’t blame Richie, it won’t be the first time either. Yet, Richie surprises him by staying seated and nodding to himself, before saying: “You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard, but I won’t judge how you celebrate.”

“I’m not celebrating, dickwad,” Eddie rolls his eyes, the insult rolling easily off his tongue. He falls into a manner of speaking that is highly unprofessional and his wife won’t allow without struggle around Richie, into a manner that is more him. More comfortable.

And Richie doesn’t seem to take it to heart, instead laughing as he replies: “Sure, whatever you say, asshole.”

“Oh shut up,” Eddie grins. “What are you doing here then, huh, smartmouth?” The nickname sounds right, but slightly off on his tongue in regards to the man.

“I had a gig in the area, wanted to see if New York beer is drinkable,” Richie says.

“A gig?” Eddie repeats, looking Richie over critically. “No offense, dude, but I can only picture you in a very shitty ska band.”

“Fuck you,” Richie says, but he is smiling, seemingly taking no offense. “I would be great in a ska band. Or maybe rock ’n droll, you know. But no. I’m a comedian.”

“Oh, never seen your work,” Eddie tells him apologetically.

“Normally I’d be offended, but seeing as you dress like you don’t know what fun is, you are forgiven, Mr. Suit,” Richie replies easily. “Richie Tozier, America’s favorite Trashmouth at your service.” And Trashmouth does seem to fit him better than the smartmouth Eddie had used earlier, seemed more Richie like. More familiar.

“I know how to have fun,” Eddie protests, though he doesn’t put his heart into it. To be fair to the other, one of his problems is that he indeed doesn’t know how to have fun. However, he is deciding not to focus on that, instead focusing on Richie’s mocking disbelieving look.

Richie ribs him back, though takes the focus off of the having fun part, instead boosting his own ego in such a ridiculous way that Eddie has to snort again. It is as if Richie knows when and where he can push without Eddie having to say so.

They talk for hours, sitting at that shitty unsanitary bar without running out of topics. It is amazing that a social interaction is going this well for Eddie. Hell, Richie doesn’t even mind when he starts a paranoid spiral about the bar, managing to gently lead him out of it and calm him down.

Talking with Richie makes him feel like they’ve known each other for all their lives.

It’s freeing. It’s nice. It’s silly. It’s filled with laughter. It’s utterly terrifying. Eddie never has a click with someone like this and all sort of old stuff starts to resurface. He starts to think there had maybe been a boy once. In his classes perhaps?

He has always done what is expected. He married a girl and tried to have children, despite the fact he didn’t want to. Looked for someone familiar, who he could tie to the love he had once held for his mother, because it had been the only thing he knew. Yet here in this bar, laughing with Richie all that he knew about himself crumbles a little.

Eddie isn’t going to do anything about it, of course. A lot of diseases can be transmitted through kissing and sex and it is all too new to even think of trying anything. Plus, that would be horrible and he doesn’t think he could survive the round of tears Myra would undoubtedly fire at him. He hates it when she cries.

So, he just sits and laughs with Richie, wondering if this chance meeting with a stranger that feels like home will be the thing he needs to change his life around.

It’s about 1:00 AM when they leave the bar. Eddie has had too much to drink to drive, so he hails a cab while Richie plans on walking to the hotel where he is staying. Their goodbye is awkward, neither wanting to leave, but also unable to verbalize that. It’s a bit too intimate how they part ways, since they’ve only just met, but nothing has ever felt so right.

When he is driven away, Eddie is sure he is going to think about this night on a loop for months, years maybe even. The name Richie Tozier is burned into his mind.

Myra is concerned when he gets home, a whole other tear fest that has Eddie grovelling to apologize to her, before having to sleep on the couch. All the while, a voice in the back of his mind makes him wonder why he’s doing all this.

However, the opposite happens. He can barely recall what they talked about the next morning and by the end of the week the entire encounter has been erased from his mind. It is as if that night in the bar never happened and Eddie stays in the thrall of Myra, who loves him in a way he knows and understands.

But…

But if he happens to come across a comedian later, whose show he enjoys, though he does not know why and if something tells him the jokes are disingenuous, unable to help but think the man didn’t write them himself. Well, that is no one’s business but his own.

And if he comes face to face with his childhood friend years later, wearing the face of a man he had almost forgotten. Maybe that is enough for him to put the pieces together. Maybe it’s enough for him to finally leave Myra. Maybe, maybe…

A/N:

I love the idea of the Losers meeting before they remember again and having that sense of familiarity with people they have never met. It is so precious to me.

Anyways, fuck Myra and Sonia

#rr writing #it 2019 #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #richie tozier #reddie #myra kapsbrak #tw: infertility #tw: cheating mention #tw: medical abuse #it stephen king

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lunarninja613 · 1 year

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Where I Belong (Modern Bad Batch AU) Chapter Two

Again, credit to @alligatorpie1945 and @kaydear and their story on ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/35750065/chapters/89145700

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, medication, blood tests, doctor visits

Words: 902

Echo sat down in the waiting room with the twins while they waited for someone to come and get them. While they waited, Echo thought about the past few days. He thought about that Friday afternoon when Hunter and Wrecker told them about a little girl they had met while volunteering at the carnival. Their sister.

He remembered Tech calling Cody. Hunter had then gone to meet up with Cody, who had gotten them a lawyer. He remembered going to the courthouse with Tech and Hunter the following morning and meeting Omega for the first time. It came as quite a shock when they saw a second little girl.

Omega waved at them and smiled brightly while the other girl clung to her arm with a nervous expression on her face. Shaak Ti, the social worker, explained how the investigative team found the other girl while searching the house.

Hunter had then bent down and tried asking the other girl what her name was, but she quickly ducked behind her sister. Omega introduced the skittish girl as Umber, her younger twin sister by six minutes and thirteen seconds. Identical twins, just like Echo and Fives.

“Omega and Umber Se?” a doctor called out, bringing Echo back to present time. Echo stood up and walked over to the doctor, Omega and Umber following close behind him.

“Come with me, girls.” the doctor said. Omega looked at Echo for a brief moment before taking Umber’s hand and following the doctor. Echo went to sit back down in one of the crummy waiting room chairs and decided to look through some of the magazines that the clinic had while he waited. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the doctor came back with Umber and Omega.

“Why don’t you girls go sit down while I talk to your brother, okay?” the doctor asked. Omega nodded before dragging Umber back to the chairs and sitting down. The doctor led Echo over to the front desk and told him in a hushed voice how the two girls were underweight and that they were very small for their age, and something about strains in their kidneys or something like that.

“It says here that there is some suspected medical abuse that is currently being investigated.” the doctor said, looking at her clipboard.

“We can thank their mother for that.” Echo said, trying not to show how furious he was with Nala Se.

“Do you know what their mother did?” the doctor asked.

Echo shook his head, “Not really, although I’m guessing she gave them different medications.”

The doctor nodded, “Alright then, I’m going to ask you to head down to the lab so we can take some blood tests.”

Echo winced a bit, but nodded before walking back to where the girls were seated. “Alright, girls,” Echo said, causing the twins to look up from the magazine they were reading, “We gotta head over to the lab to get some blood tests done.” Echo said. His chest clenched when he saw the fear that flashed across both their faces before they nodded stiffly and got up. It seemed that this wasn’t the first time that they’d had a blood test.

Echo noticed how the twins held hands the entire way to the lab, and continued to do so during the blood test. It seemed to be their way of showing themselves and each other that they were there. Echo began to wonder if his brothers did something similar to comfort each other when Nala Se would test on them.

“All done.” the doctor exclaimed, and Echo let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. The doctor placed gauzes on the girls’ arms and told them that they could remove them in about a half hour.

Echo thanked the doctor before leaving the clinic with the twins.

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After leaving the lab, someone at the front desk had offered the girls stickers. “Why don’t you pick a sticker out for me, hm?” Echo asked when he noticed Omega’s hesitation. Omega picked out a shiny cat sticker for him, and eventually decided to choose a sparkly soccer ball sticker for herself.

“Do you want one?” Omega asked her sister. Umber whispered something in her sister’s ear before Omega picked a sparkly bat sticker and handed it to Umber.

The bus ride home was silent, with the two girls sitting quietly and admiring their sparkly stickers like they were some sort of priceless treasure. It made Echo’s heart hurt a little bit. However, his thoughts were cut short when the bus driver announced their stop over the intercom.

The three of them walked to the house. Echo saw the Marauder parked in the driveway, which meant that Tech was home. However, Crosshair’s car was nowhere to be seen, which meant that Crosshair had left for work early. Again.

Ever since Omega and Umber had arrived, Crosshair did everything in his power to avoid them. When questioned about it, he simply replied that he did not want to get attached to them when he knew that they would only leave in the end.

Upon entering the house, Echo saw Tech and Hunter sitting at the dining room table. “How was the doctor’s appointment?” Hunter asked.

“It was okay.” Echo replied. Hunter cocked an eyebrow and Echo added, “It was a doctor’s appointment, not a trip to an amusement park.”

#tw: blood testing #tw: blood test #tw: mention of medical abuse #tw: medical abuse #tw: mention of abuse #tw: doctor visit #modern bad batch au #bad batch modern au #my original character #original character #bad batch original character #star wars original character #star wars oc #bad batch oc #inspired by a story on ao3 #star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #fanfiction

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bowlerhatwearer · 8 months

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Giordano's departure

Warnings: TW: Medical Malpractice, TW: Medication abuse, TW: drug abuse, TW: Abuse of postion, TW: unlawful detention

Characters: Mellow Melon, Samuel Cottontail (mentioned), Commander Grizzly (mentioned), Giordano "Cannelloni" Castellani, Nutmeg Cinnamon, Blaise Owens (mentioned)

Originally Written: 18th May 2022

„Is it over?“

„I think, I think Nutmeg did it!”

“So, did anyone get a wish now or-“

“Will you shut up about your stupid wishes, be glad that we’re alive!”

His monitor was still rebooting, but fortunately, his audio input has already been turned on again.

Slowly his vision began to re-appear again, and the Surgeon found himself leaning against a wall of the base. Right on time he got the internal message that his voice was working again as well.

“Status report.”

“Hey, he’s still alive.”

“Status report immediately. Get me up, that’s an order!” he repeated, the last words being in an increasing and static sounding volume.

Three of the Wrath soldiers immediately started to pull him up, only now did the Surgeon realise that a small part of his screen appeared to be faulty, but well, the few loose wires could be repaired again soon. The rest of his body appeared to have survived the whole ordeal rather mild, with only a few outer scratches and his coat being partly shredded. Which could not be said about the surrounding area of the Wrath base.

Stone, concrete, metal, other rubble, trash, and items were scattered around everywhere, with the base having taken damage.

He needed to act professional, there was no time to use emotions, what now was important, were logic and reasons to act properly, so he decided for himself, that acting like the machine he was, was in this instance properly for the best, as good as he could.

For a moment he considered to evaluate the property damage, but his standard protocol reminded him, that he had to check on all, lifeforms first. He needed to estimation of the situation. Pointing at yet another soldier, who was holding his arm that appeared to be slightly cut.

“You, what is the status of those who had been present during the incident?”

“M-me, well, most are doing ok, but I think the General got, thrown through the window and the Commander-“

Upon hearing the word “Commander” the Surgeon grew more active, approaching the soldier who just informed him, staring at him with his monitor, as if he was about to interrogate him, his relationship with Commander Grizzly was cool, but if he was injured, he needed to know. Grabbing the soldier at the collar of their uniform, he needed to know now!

“Where is the Commander?!”

“O-over there.”

The soldiers voice sounded almost like a squeak of a mouse, even though they were a lion, it mattered not, the Surgeon was pointed into the direction he had to move and released the soldier.

How lucky, that despite the whole situation being such a mess, Commander Grizzly appeared to be completely unharmed, yet unconscious. The Surgeon knelt, and quickly began to examine the bear that was out cold, it was a blessing how he was built with a bunch of medical tools inside of him, to check the heart rate, blood pressure or oxygen saturation for example.

“No apparent external or internal injuries. Unconsciousness trough shock. Risks estimated minimal. Recommendation. Confinement to bed, observation of status, if unchanged for more than 30 minutes, further check up is required. The Commander should be fine.”

Once again, his claws pointed at four soldiers, who apparently had enough time for chit-chat than to do something. Ah well, they would work now.

“You over there, get a stretcher, bring the Commander to his room, and put him into bed, he needs rest and time to recover. Bring the stretcher back. That’s a medical order!”

Without any questions asked the four soldiers did so as they were told, giving a salute, before moving into the base quickly.

How he gave that order, it made him realize something.

The Commander was out cold and would need a while until he had recovered, the general was, so far, he has heard thrown trough the window during the incident, so he was either way injured as well, or death. Which brought up a question?

Who was there to lead?

He didn’t move, but he felt cold, which should not be possible, he was, after all a robot, even if only for half an hour or longer, this could be a disaster. Without a leader the Wrath was as useful as a headless ostrich! Running around in confusion, they would be like an ants nest without their queen! The memories, of the past began to resurface,

The day when Carlos Rojas got blown into pieces.

No! He could not allow for something like this, or similar to happen, fortunately, he, the other voices in his memory and main frame and all the experience and knowledge he had, where already coming to a logical conclusion what had to be done.

“Soldiers, gather around, be attentive and listen-“

In mere seconds the soldiers began to form a circle around him, good, they were occupied in listening to him, there was no room for any inflammatory thoughts.

“With commander R- Grizzly and general Cottontail both out of commission, there is the need for a temporary leader. The logical conclusion, for the outcome of this incident needs medical authority and attention, is for me to temporary take the mantel as leader of the Wrath, until Commander Grizzly has recovered, which should be in estimated, one, or, two, hours. Objections will not be tolerated and will be reported to the Commander personally. Disciplinary actions are to be expected, is that understood?” No one said, or dared to say anything, giving only a cough, however, when he raised his hand, the soldiers surrounded him stood in attention. So far so good.

“Bring the serious injured to the medical bay, those with slight injuries, seek medical attention, if you feel fit for work, return and help with the now ordered clean-up operation. Those who are without injury, start working. Slacking and pretending will not be tolerated!”

The circle disbanded and they did what he has ordered them to do.

No objections yet, internally he was glad that he only had to do this for a few hours, he was not suited to be leader material, even if the other voices and programming re-assured him that this was an emergency scenario that needed his expertise.

“Surgeon, Surgeon we need you, it’s Cannelloni!”

It was the sound of Nutmeg, the Wraths chef cook of the canteen.

Upon hearing the name of the Wraths assistant cook spoken by her, he could already feel how his ventilation system increased, with the fans growing louder.

All of this was his doing, this whole incident was Cannellonis fault, all of this could have been prevented, if he had just listened to him!

But no, he had to let it go this far, and now look what he had done to the surrounding, to the base and most importantly, to this institution that the Wrath was.

Nutmeg was standing next to Cannelloni, who was laying there, in a slight crater, next to them stood Mellow Melon, the Wraths…hypnotherapist, and honestly, his system was not keen to see both. But well, he had to follow the standard protocol. Saving lives at all costs.

The young man, still with his gigantic soup can that had two eye holes cut out on his head, was laying there on the ground, where once the eye of the gigantic tornado was, he was alive, moving slightly, his head turning sometimes left and right and talking something. Delirium perhaps.

Nutmeg, the warthog was saying something to the Surgeon, something about him, needing to help the young assistant cook. Oh, he was going to help him, alright.

He knelt and gave him a check-up, outer injuries were minimal, however, there was the suspicion of a concussion. Mild degree, probably. By logical means, a more intensive screening would be needed to patch up the injured man.

The Surgeon clenched both of his claws.

However, it would not be him doing that, he would leave that to some other organisation.

For since the moment he had awoken, an internal part was already working on overdrive and came to one solid conclusion, that all systems agreed on, or at least those who were currently vocal enough.

Giordano “Cannelloni” Castellani was a danger to the Wrath and needed to be removed without any further objections or second opinions. The longer the assistant cook was here, the more the risk increased of him pulling another stunt like this. He needed to be calmed down in the most effective way. Searching trough his damaged coat, he picked out a small syringe, he luckily always carried with him for…emergencies.

“Applying sedative to subject, estimated…25 milligram…correction…. adjustment…35 milligram should be sufficient.”

“Surgeon what are-“

He however ignored the warthogs concerns, after all, he was the Surgeon, he had the mind of a thousand doctors and a thousand more surgeons, so he knew, what he was doing, making sure Cannelloni was not going to damage the Wrath any further.

“To ensure the safety of the subject and its surroundings, a quick-acting sedative must be injected. Something, mind you, I have recommended to Mr.Castellani a while ago”

“What are you saying?”

Giving it no further thought, he rammed the syringe into the injured mans vein of his left arm, not with care or patience, but rather as quickly as possible, the young man flinched but in his pain and confusion could neither resist or express his discomfort. Then the Surgeon stood up.

“I am saying, that Mr.Castellani has ignored my recommendation to apply sedatives on himself until his condition would have turned better Miss Cinnamon!”

“You- you wanted to drug him, that was your solution?! He told me that you were not listening to him!”

“Until his condition would have improved, but I am aware that you hardly care for improvement in this matter Miss Cinnamon. If Mr.Castellani would have needed immediate attention, he should have filled out the appropriate form!”

His voice got more and more louder, increasing with every new word, growing more disoriented.

“Now Surgeon I-“

Mellow wanted to object to his comment, he could see that in their body language and how they had already started the sentence.

But he did no longer listen, he knew, deep down he knew that this was all his fault. He was more occupied in his own cynicism, frustration, and bitterness, that he simply was not interested that some random, little, Wrath employee was doing not well. And look what it had brought him, what it had costed the Wrath, but no, he could not admit it, it was logical, and with reason, that it was Cannellonis own fault, and now he had to pay for that.

This was not his fault, the others where to blame for this.

Leaving the small crater behind, he could hear Nutmeg shouting behind him and Mellow following as well, please, they were free to see how he would solve this problem, this inconvenience from which he had to cure the Wrath from.

Ten soldiers were preparing to remove more rubble as the Surgeon approached them.

“You two, go get the stretcher-“

Eight remained to command.

“-you wait for them where Mr.Castellani is laying, put him on the stretcher when they arrive-

Seven left

“-you two get me two, no, three fixation belts from the base ASAP.”

Five.

“-you and you, go get me Mr.Castellanis staff and medical folder. ”

Only three remained.

“-You go get me my stamps, do not fail to bring the red ink pad-

two and then it was over.

“-and the last two, get the van, you will be the driver and drivers assistant for today.”

“What do you think you are doing, who do you even think you are?!”

Ah, she was still here, they both where here as he could see, with Mellow apparently trying to calm Nutmeg down.

“I am now executing the consequences of your actions Miss. Cinnamon, you have neglected to inform me that your protegee had visible, clear, and increasingly dangerous signs of being mentally unwell. This incident would have been preventable if you had complied! -”

“You! You, I should-“

“Nutmeg, don’t it’s not-“

“-and now to you Mellow. I do not know where you have gotten your degree in Hypnotherapy, but apparently, they allow every charlatan to get one there. I am aware that Mr.Castellani has sought your help before me. You too neglected to inform me, and what weights heavier, is the fact that trough your meddling with his condition was what allowed it, to grow in such magnitude, as we have witnessed it today! Your work has turned this clearly, mentally unstable, and unfit to work man, into a danger for the Wrath!”

Unlike the warthog, who the Surgeon was certain would sooner or later in her anger against him, bash his head with a stone, the sloth had said nothing, merely looking to the ground after he had finished talking. One of the soldiers approached them, giving him a salute.

“Sir, we have gathered everything as you have told us.”

“Then let’s proceed. Gather the soldiers around Mr.Castellani.”

On the stretcher laid Giordano, with the sedative having taken effect, the chances of him fighting back where minimal, he continued to whisper something, but the Surgeon could have hardly cared.

“Belts.”

Without any resistance it was easy for the Surgeon to fixate the assistant cook on the stretcher, making Cannelloni unable to move, not even an inch.

“Stop!”

Turning around, he saw Nutmeg again, oh, this was getting, inadmissible.

“If you think I’m going to allow this any further, then you are wrong.”

“No, you are Miss. Cinnamon.”

Looking back at Cannelloni, he switched his attention to eight soldiers, giving them a sign, calling for their attention.

“I believe, Miss Cinnamon would like to take a break, and surely, would appreciate some company. Weapons locked and loaded when you guide her to her room, that’s an order. Oh, and take our so-called hypnotherapist with you. Further contretemps are not acceptable!”

He could hear the clicks of rifles and guns, yet, from one moment to another he felt how he got grabbed on both of his metallic shoulders. Nutmeg just stared at him, with uttermost disbelieve and disgust against him, why was it so hard for her to understand, that everything he did was for the best of this organization, and Cannelloni?

“You can’t do this, he is sick, he needs our help, please…he’s lost and scared!”

He heard her pleading voice, and he could see how pained she was by what he was doing, yet, by his own conclusion, there was simply, no other way.

“Sick or not, it is for our own safety and Mr.Castellanis as well, he needs to be removed from this environment as much as you need to be removed from my sight of vision!”

He saw the flame in her eyes and wondered, if this would be the end of his monitor, certainly he could be reactivated, they already did when he put himself out of commission once. Would she do it, she was aware what she was putting at risk if things would escalate. In the best case only she got injured, in the worst case a stray bullet could hit someone innocent, or perhaps even, Cannelloni.

As she lowered her head, she, Mellow and the soldiers he ordered to accompany them, started to move, only for one last moment did she stop walking.

“I will never forgive you what you have done today, Surgeon, NEVER!”

“If this is the price, I have to pay to ensure the safety of us all, then I accept.”

Finally, silence, he knew, that what he did went against certain principles, many, that he had just broken, but, for the safety of many, it was, acceptable, the Surgeon told himself. He didn’t have to take a life again after all, this time, all he did, was sending one broken soul, away.

Canneloni, fixated on the stretcher still was on the floor, so he ordered four soldiers to come and one to open the car trunk of the van. Then he gave another sign, the soldiers standing in attention.

“Listen and listen well. Today, Mr.Castellani has proven to be a danger to himself, but most importantly to us all, the Wrath. Mr.Castellani is clearly, mentally unwell and hereby, by my orders as doctor and temporary leader, send away from this site, forever.”

Pointing at the three soldiers, who where responsible in getting the folders and the stamps, they approached him. His monitor twitched, he knew, when he would take this step, there was no turning back from that. But for the safety of everyone here, maybe even for the rest of the world, he had to do it, that is what he told himself, what his processor told him, so it had to be true. No emotion, only logic and reason, as intended, it was like this, wasn’t it?

There where a few whispers, he could not hear what was said, but they quickly went silent when he raised his voice again.

“Mr. Castellani will no longer work for us-“

He looked trough his stamps until he found the correct one, then proceeded to open the staff folder, pressing the stamp firmly into the ink pad he stamped trough the folder six times, the very same word, to make sure it was clear.

“Unemployable”

“- in fact, he is never going to work again.”

Next, he took the medical folder, looking through it for a moment before taking out a pen he wrote on a notepad inside of the folder a few remarks about Giordanons condition, before putting it back into the medical folders. The Surgeon, without hesitation took both and placed them on the now former assistant cook’s chest, who, in his sedated state did not notice.

“Put him in the van.”

Four soldiers picked up the unresponsive Cannelloni, starting to shove him in the back of the vehicle. The two, he had ordered before to be the driver and assistant, approached the Surgeon.

“W-where should I take him Sir?”

“Bring him to the Medics, if the data in the medical folder is correct, they have released him before he joined us, if they have found him- “

Approaching the door of the car trunk, he personally, despite only having claws instead of hands, closed the tailgate of the car.

“-then they can have him back! Return to sender!”

He gave Cannelloni one final glance through the window.

“Farewell Mr.Castellani, may you find your purpose-

He already started to walk away, as sooner as the troubled man was gone then the better.

“-somewhere else where you can not cause any further damage.”

He could hear how the car engine started, the wheels began to roll, and soon the car was driving away, turning smaller in his vision, before it had vanished entirely. For a while the soldiers stared too, and the Surgeon thought that maybe he had to order them to get back to work, but to his own surprise, they did so themselves.

Good, now he could give Commander Grizzly a visit to make sure he was stable, and if he had done that, then maybe he would also give General Cottontail a visit, if he was still alive.

Before going, to the base, there was one last order he gave, not to the soldiers, but to himself so that his internal systems would execute them, without any questions, it would be done.

“Deleting, all data, related to, value and name, “Giordano Castellani”

The End.

#Bowlers old fanfictions #Bowlers old stories #Giordano Castellani RKZ #Blaise Owens RKZ #The Surgeon RKZ #Lis Polarny RKZ #Nutmeg Cinammon #TW: Medical Malpractice #TW: Drug Abuse #TW: Abuse of position #TW: Medical abuse #TW: Unlawful detention

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pinkdogplushie · 2 years

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Aoyama Headcanon

His parents had him examined when he was born to see if he was Quirkless. At the time of his birth, there were 'experimental treatments' for quirklessness being done in France, so they wanted to know early to get him started on those. It was only when he turned 4 and none of the 'treatments' had worked that they went to All for One to spare their son and themselves the humiliation of an official diagnosis.

#tw: parental abuse #tw: medical abuse #tw: child endangerment #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yuuga aoyama #aoyama yuuga #all for one

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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I’m Begging you to be my Escape - Ch. 7

Chapter Summary: Eddie and the Pack wait for the doctor to update them on Buck.

Content warning: Hospitals, Mentions of abuse, violence, stabbing, domestic violence, domestic abuse, injury, manipulation, medical abuse, abuse of medication, blood, anxiety, fear.

Tag Requests & Prompts are Open

Tag list: diazbuckleysworld, chitownwolf

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8

AO3

Chapter 7: My one last shot at redemption

Eddie had to resist the urge to pace the length of the sterile waiting room. They had taken Buck back to deal with his stab wound. He had spent some time attempting to scrub his mate's blood off his hands and was glad when Chimney handed him a change of clothes. His clothes were blood-soaked evidence. He wasn't sure the last time he was ever so glad to see the Chimney. The alpha had already given the police his side of the story. He had Bobby give them the footage from his security system. Now there was nothing else to do.

They were stuck waiting. Having his pack with him helped a bit, especially Christopher, but he wouldn't really be fine until he was back with his mate. The adrenaline from the fight was long gone, and the alpha was left with the dull ache of a fight, both his and Buck’s, and the fear of losing his mate. He'd waved off the medics and nurses, assuring them he knew what broken bones felt like, and he didn’t have any. He was a medic, after all. He knew he'd heal on his own. He wanted them to focus on his mate. He needed Buck to be okay. He just did.

He stood up as Maddie joined them. They had insisted she be looked over as well, despite her protests. Her injuries were minor, and the knife hadn't gone deep enough to require stitches. Eddie knew his omega would be glad to hear that. Buck always did everything he could to protect his family, at least the ones he genuinely felt love for. Eddie knew Buck would always prioritize Christopher, Eddie, Maddie, and the pack. That was all that mattered to the omega. Buck never put himself first. He had been put down as useless and a burden for so long that it had become second nature to the omega. It would drive Eddie's alpha side insane at times. His poor omega was so beautiful and deserved the world but had it completely denied to him. He could be a college athlete or anything, but instead, he was hospitalized by his psycho brother-in-law, and the omega was bound to an alpha who failed to protect him. He had tried everything he could think of, but it wasn't enough.

"He's a fighter, Eddie," Hen said as she sat down beside him. The beta had noticed Eddie's unease as he began overthinking everything. "I don't think he'd give that knothead the satisfaction of taking him out either. Nah, he'll be back and holding you and Maddie kicking the psycho's ass over him forever."

"He helped too," Eddie told her. "Buck was already bleeding and tried to get that asshole's attention off of Maddie. He was literally on the ground with a bleeding wound, and he was begging for a beating. And Doug gave it to him or at least tried. Buck used Doug's ego and arrogance against him. He kicked at Buck." Eddie could feel his fists clench as he spoke. Still itching to make the psychotic alpha that hurt his mate pay. He forced his fingers to flex and relax as much as he could. "And Buck saw his chance. He kicked out his legs, threw Doug off balance, and gave me a chance to get the knife away from that asshole. And Maddie intervened. She did what she needed to do."

"That omega has a fire in him now," Hen said as she nudged her packmate's shoulder.

"He really does," Maddie's approaching voice had the pair looking up. "Growing up, any fight he had was taken out of him by meds and well...our father," Maddie said sadly. "He never felt like he had anything to fight for. It was easier to just try and tough it out until he was old enough to get out. To just take the hits until it was over. But he is like a whole new Buck."

"Buck 2.0," Chimney added, earning a chuckle and nod from Maddie.

"He is so happy and has so much to live for," Maddie smiled at Eddie. "He loves you guys. He isn't going to give up easily. You saw him fight back. Something I was never strong enough to do until now. I wasn't going to let him take my brother away from me again."

"And he won't." They all turned to see Athena put her phone away. "The DA's been looking for someone stupid enough to make an example of why we need to fight more for beta and omega rights. You and your brother just landed him the king of stupidity in Doug Kendall. A true psycho alpha that showcases how archaic and aggressive alphas can't get away with horrible acts based on alpha status alone anymore. Doug might just end up the poster boy for toxic alphas and forced bonding.”

Eddie let out a pained noise at the reminder of how messed up their lives were. Maddie and Buck were coerced into bonds with lies. The results were polar opposites, but love makes fools of everyone, it seemed.

"That's not you, Eddie," Maddie assured him. "Buck knows that. We all do."

"Eddie, this situation just emphasizes that a claiming bite doesn't take away a person's autonomy,” Athena said, giving the male alpha’s shoulder a squeeze. “Maddie defied her bond to protect her brother. Proving that familial and pack bonds should play a bigger role in how the system defines people's rights. Relationships mean more than just bonded pairs," the sergeant added.

"But I-" Eddie started.

"But nothing, you didn't force him into anything. His parents did. And he stayed by choice. The DA sees Phillip and Margaret's arrests as practical icing on the cake for the cause. It sounds like a few people back east are even happy to fly out to help the DA shine the spotlight on this. Kids deserve better than that. They deserve protections that Buck and Maddie were denied as kids. Safety nets. Gender, primary or secondary, is not something a child should be punished for. No one should be hurt because of the way they were designed or the choices they make while they are trying to figure out who they are. Mind, body, and spirit should be allowed to grow and thrive in a loving and caring environment. No kid should go through what he did. Their lawyer’s already looking to cut a deal, but I'm sure the DA will make sure they get what they deserve. The office isn’t too keen on child or omega abuse, and those two doubled down on it. When Buck wakes up, he'll be living in a world where things lean towards getting better."

"God, I hope so," Eddie admitted.

Almost an hour later, a doctor approached them. Eddie and Maddie went to meet him. “Evan is stable, but there is something you need to know. You may want to sit down for this...”

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genderkoolaid · 3 months

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medical literature about intersex people be like "there are problems that can be caused by forcing surgery on babies. luckily we are solving this by forcing surgery on even younger babies. it is vital that this baby CANNOT be left alone to develop normally. here is our 36 step guide on which surgeries you should force on which babies. also some people have said that forcing surgeries on babies might be "harmful" so consider that too I guess"

#m.#intersexism #igm tw #medical abuse tw

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hearsayhorizons · 6 months

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Thinktober 21: Chains

Not, like, literal chains. But it's been years since Katie's cancer and the tests that showed I was a match for her—for anybody. Years of paying for her treatments, and my parents' early retirements so that they could spend more time as a family. For a house I've never been inside.

I keep planning. I've even brought it up to other adapters, or the department head. The living section of the hospital is nice enough, I guess, but I haven't felt fresh air in seven years. Haven't seen my family.

They all seem supportive. Some others even want to leave. But no adapter goes home. At least, not while they're still healthy enough to get anything out of life. But once the constant surgeries and immunosuppressants have wrecked your body beyond use? Go ahead. I guess the typical expectancy for an ex-adapter is about a year.

So no, not real chains. But you talk about leaving and it's "oh, but motorcycle season." "Icy roads." "College frat time."

And if you get really serious about your plans, they just happen to have a huge accident nearby and get you stacked up with livers and kidneys and eyes until you can't even move.

#thinktober 2023 #flash fiction #short fiction #science fiction #medical abuse #tw: medical abuse

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intersectionalpraxis · 4 months

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This is what Farouq looks like after severe medical neglect. This is when he reunited with his family. He is severely ill:

Palestine Captives on X, shared some of his story.

⚠️tw: torture, medical abuse and neglect, solitary confinement⚠️

As someone pointed this out already -Western media will STILL paint the IOF as a 'democracy.' This is beyond evil and inhumane. I hope for Farouk's recovery, and for ALL Palestinian prisoners to be released.

UPDATE! For those reading this on or after January 6th, -Farouk received his first round of chemotherapy. I hope the best for Farouk ❤️

#feminist #feminism #social justice #free palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸#palestine #free gaza #end the genocide #end the occupation #current events #tw torture #tw abuse #israel is a terrorist state #settler colonialism #settler violence #palestinian prisoners #medical abuse #crimes against humanity #human rights violations

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shion-yu · 7 months

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Day 17 - "You Look a Little Pale"

Love at first flu sight. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Shumei - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23743470.shumei-tw

TWs: Medical abuse!!

Julian had been planning this for a long time: the day when he would finally be able to recreate the most pivotal experience of his teenage years. The time that Shu had had the flu. But back then, it had been a surprise; Julian had shown up to play only to find his next door neighbor Shumei red faced and stumbling at the door. His mother was out of town for the first time ever, only for Shu to wake up that morning alone with a high fever.

As soon as Julian had seen him, he became addicted to this weaker and more pitiful version of his best friend. He’d taken it upon himself to nurse Shu back to health for those days that his mom was away, going as far as to look up how to take care of a sick person in the library. He’d warmed Shu up soup from a can, mopped his face with a cold towel, correctly timed doses of tylenol and ibuprofen for his friend... Only to find it was over too quickly.

Shu was embarrassed about it and pretended it hadn’t happened, but Julian couldn’t get it out of his head. For the first time he’d felt truly relaxed and satisfied with the exact moment he was living in. There was no way he was ever going to let himself stop trying to feel that way again.

He studied to become a doctor, thinking that perhaps taking care of sick strangers would fulfill his passion. That’s really what he thought it was back then - a passion, and one he was proud of. But the further along he got in his schooling, the more he realized that even emergency surgery still left him feeling empty. Caretaking wasn’t his passion - Shu was. Every face he saw contorted in pain, crying, drawn with fever... He couldn’t help but imagine Shu in that situation, and then his heart would stir. Imagination could only go so far though; he needed to find Shu again.

It was a stroke of brilliant luck that Julian ran into Shu after so many years in that coffee shop. Well, Shu thought it was luck - Julian had been learning his habits for some time now. They happened to sit down and talk, and Shu would find that his once brooding and socially challenged best friend was now a successful and beloved doctor. Shu was looking for a new place to live; Julian had a spare room.

“Come stay with me, just for a bit. It’s no trouble.”

No, no, he couldn’t, it was far too much of an imposition, Shu tried to say. But Julian insisted, and it was hard to say no to those striking dark eyes. “Well, maybe just for a week or two.”

By day two, both of them knew Shu wasn’t going anywhere. He ended up in Julian’s bed instead of the guest room, Julian’s naked form spooning him from behind as they slept. When he woke up, it was the best sleep he’d had in so long... Was that what was always missing from his bed before during all those sleepless nights? Someone to hold?

For the first few months, things were amazing. Shu couldn’t remember when he’d last had so much fun; if he’d ever clicked with someone like this before. Julian was funny, he was kind, he never put Shu down like his ex-boyfriends had... The sex was incredible, and boy was there a lot of it. It felt like his life couldn’t possibly get better.

Julian felt the same - except the part where things couldn’t get better. He knew the best was yet to come and the anticipation of it made every blissful day with Shu even more exciting. Finally, though, today was the day. He had a long, thin pipette of live influenza virus to drip directly into Shu’s nostrils while he slept. He had already vaccinated himself with a high-dose flu vaccine; meanwhile, Shu hadn’t gotten to getting his shot yet which was perfect. As smoothly and quickly as possible, Julian hovered over Shu’s sleeping form and did the deed. The tiny droplets of liquid went right where they were supposed to and now all Julian had to do was wait.

Julian told himself not to expect much for the first twenty-four hours, and indeed nothing did seem to come from it. Don’t be disappointed, he told himself. You’re a doctor. You know it takes time to manifest symptoms post-exposure.

The second day, Julian was hypervigilant. But he still couldn’t tell if anything was amiss - that was, until they were picking up dinner and he noticed Shu leaning his face on his hand rather heavily. “Are you tired, darling?” Julian asked him, forcing his tone not to seem too eager.

“Hmm? Oh, maybe a bit,” Shu said. He cleared his throat, Julian watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down slowly. Was he just imagining things, or did Shu look ever so slightly paler than usual?

“We’ll go to bed early, how about that?” Julian suggested. The sooner they could sleep, the sooner Shu may or may not begin to show symptoms. Shu agreed easily and Julian could barely fall asleep with the excitement fluttering around in his stomach.

And then, in the morning, it happened. Like any good flu did, Shu “unexpectedly” woke up with a sudden high fever and the aches and chills that went with it. Julian gave him the utmost sympathy as he held a thermometer under Shu’s tongue. Shu couldn’t keep his lips sealed with how hard his teeth were chattering, but the reading was still high. 102.1.

“Tch. You’re running such a fever,” Julian cooed sympathetically.

Shu groaned. “Just mby luck ond a holiday weeke’d,” he sniffled, his words blunted by congestion. Talking caused him to wince at his sore throat and he let out a sharp series of harsh coughing. Julian could hear exactly how the congestion was weighing his breathing down.

“I know. It’s terrible timing,” Julian hummed as if he hadn’t planned this exactly. “But I’ll just have to take care of you. You know, like when we were kids.”

Shu cough-laughed in response, but by the end it was mostly coughing. “That was one d’ove the worst weeks ind mby life,” he said.

Julian smiled. “Not mine.”

Shu blunked at him, red-rimmed and watering eyes brighter than usual with fever. He looked younger like this - disheveled and wrapped in two thick duvets. To Julian, the sight was precious. “Really?” Shu asked incredulously.

“Really,” Julian said. “I fell in love with you that week.”

“Stop it. Itd’s dnot nice to mess with a sick person,” Shu said. He was either blushing or his fever was going up. Julian hoped it was both.

“I’m not messing with you. I’ve loved you since then.” Then he leaned down to kiss Shu, only to get a panicked hand shoved in his face.

“Are you crazy?! You do dnot want this.”

Julian hummed. That was true. Flu shot or not, there was always a risk. But he planned to hope for the best - well, the best and what all the multivitamins and antivirals available to him could do. “We sleep together. If I’m going to get it, I’ll have already got it,” Julian pointed out. “But I see your point. Air kiss for now, then.” He blew Shu a goofy little kiss, making his boyfriend wheeze in what he was pretty sure was supposed to be a giggle.

“You are crazy,” Shu said.

Julian smirked, leaning forward so his head was hovering over Shu’s intently. He was so beautiful like this, Julian thought to himself. He already didn’t want it to end. “But you love me,” he said in a deep voice.

Shu nodded, resting one slightly shaky hand on Julian’s cheek. “I do,” he said. “I really do.”

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