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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack:
"I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!
I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.
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Jedi Padawans have the classic sitcom bag-of-flour baby assignment to ensure they're prepared to look after young ones in emergency situations
this assessment is not one of the many canceled or postponed during the war
which means that when Ahsoka is abruptly deployed dirtside along with her Master, Grandmaster, and the 501st, she had to scramble to find an appropriate babysitter for her sack of flour
desperate, she tossed it to Commander Cody, who was staying aboard the Negotiator to oversee the campaign, with only a frantic list of the required steps to take care of it while she was gone
when she returns several days later, Cody has painted the sack 212th gold and constructed a sling to carry it around on his front while he keeps his hands free for work
judging by the rank pins attached to the front, the sack of flour is now a lieutenant
once Obi-Wan's heart eyes abate enough, though, it becomes clear to him that Cody and the 212th troopers have not understood that the sack of flour is not, in fact, a literal Jedi tubie
and none of the Jedi or their siblings in the 501st have the heart to correct them, so they let them keep the thing, stomping on the feet of anyone who tries to ask too many questions about their new mascot
once the war ends, Obi-Wan discreetly replaces the sack with a Jedi chrecheling in the middle of the night, having resigned himself to raising another too-young-Padawan
Reva, for her part, is all to happy to gleefully coat herself in flour for the occasion
i'm old enough, i remember how they treated trayvon martin, this was a kid who got lynched for walking on the wrong street and they called his murderer a hero. they dragged trayvon's name through the mud, they called him every terrible thing under the sun and blamed him for his own murder. meanwhile if you even acknowledge the things that charlie kirk objectively was, the way he promoted himself, the things he proudly did, you're a disgusting monster. forgive me if i can't take that shit seriously
EVERYONE BE CAREFUL. ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PHISHING SITE (first link)
(the link is purple bc i clicked on it to get the link w/o special characters to report to various phising page report places).
the page leads to what appears to be the normal archive page, w/ the popup about the privacy policy & everything, with the url https://xn--iao3-lw4b.ws/media DO NOT LOG IN. THEY ARE HERE TO STEAL YOUR LOGIN CREDENTIALS. LOOK AT URLS BEFORE ENTERING ANY PERSONAL INFO.
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Also, now that the big beautiful tariffs are starting to really hit:
Don't be like me and wait until you have 2 doses of medication left to call in a refill because "it's usually ready by the next day anyway."
A lot of medications are made overseas and shipped into the US, meaning the price will rise but you might also run into shortages. I only missed one dose, but it still knocked me on my ass. Call ahead. Make sure you have at least a week's worth. Talk to your doctor about getting stocked up on certain meds if that's necessary for you. This shit will get worse before it gets better.
A/N: In which the author has written herself into a corner and now needs to find a way out of it. *facepalm* I'm excited to be writing again! A bit of an angsty filler chapter, but I had fun writing it.
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A heavy, awkward, uncomfortable silence hung in the air within the teepee as both Anzu and Yami scrambled to come up with an excuse as to why they had been the only people within the train wreck.
‘Hang on…’
Anzu’s mind snagged on that last piece of information revealed to her in Ironheart’s question. She looked up at him, confusion tugging at her mouth. “Was…there by any chance, a boy with teal hair and glasses anywhere near the wreckage?”
She heard Yami’s gasp.
They had both forgotten about Weevil, though, with some fairness, their own lives had been in danger when the train had derailed and hardly any time had passed between when they had awoken and this present line of questioning.
Ironheart shook his head, his face becoming troubled. “No, I’m sorry, I only found you two there.”
Anzu chanced a glance at the pharaoh and took in his painstakingly crafted stoic expression, knowing that he was likely blaming himself for whatever had become of Weevil; especially with the given fact that he had been bereft of his soul, and would have had no possible way of saving himself from the crash.
“I see,” she murmured as she reached out to cover Yami’s clenched fist. She sighed heavily before deciding to reveal a partial truth at least. She would leave it to the pharaoh to fill in the rest of the blanks. “We were traveling to Florida…to try and help a friend of ours. He’s…not well.”
‘He’s not even here with us…in this plane of existence,’ Anzu’s mind supplied and she did her best to shove away all of the negative emotions that threatened to swell in her chest at that particular thought.
“He’s lost,” Yami offered in a raspy voice. He flipped his hand underneath Anzu’s and squeezed it, needing the pressure to feel grounded, to not surrender himself to his anguish. She squeezed back and he let out a sharp breath. “It’s my fault that he’s lost.”
Ironheart regarded the pair sympathetically. “I doubt that’s true,” he told the pharaoh gently. “What makes you say that?”
“I made a mistake,” Yami began, his voice low with grief. “A foolish, terrible mistake born of arrogance…” He unthinkingly tightened his grip on Anzu’s hand, nearly to the point of pain, but she made no protest.
“Our friend paid dearly for my actions.”
Ironheart was quiet for a moment, digesting his words. Chris, for her part, looked on in sadness, though, what was surprising to Anzu, who was watching the little girl, there was a look of recognition in her eyes, as if she too, knew what it was like to lose someone to someone else’s careless actions.
She was a child though. What could this sweet, innocent girl have possibly witnessed in her short life?
Anzu’s attention returned to Ironheart when he spoke again. “If you were given the opportunity to apologize to your friend, would you take it?”
“In a heartbeat,” Yami swore fervently.
“Then I may be able to help with that.”
Instantly, the pharaoh was on guard. “What do you mean?”
Unperturbed, Ironheart explained, “If your friend is truly lost, like you are telling me, then I believe I know how to find him. Whether he is willing to listen or not, well, that is up to him.”
Yami studied Iron Heart, taking in the sudden weight that seemed to bear down on the older man. A grief that haunted his eyes, making him seem far older than his years.
He then looked over to Chris, wondering if Iron Heart’s granddaughter truly understood the complexity of the situation and like Anzu, was startled to see the weighted sadness in her young gaze as she shifted closer to her grandfather, her small hands holding one of his larger, wrinkled ones.
“Thank you,” the pharaoh finally responded quietly.
“We’ll go in the morning,” Ironheart said as he got to his feet, Chris following suit. “It’d be foolish to travel now when there’s so little light, and you two need your rest.”
“Goodnight,” Chris said to the pair as she followed Ironheart out of the tent, Skye quick on her heels.
The quiet was heavy in the teepee as Yami and Anzu remain seated, both silently absorbing what had and hadn’t been said in the past few minutes. Only the morning would reveal any additional information.
Anzu let out a soundless sigh as she put the bowl she had been holding the entire time down, her meal having long grown cold. She was tired, the events of the past few days wearing heavily on her body like a weighted blanket made entirely of drowsiness. All she wanted was to curl up into a ball and sleep.
She was immediately distracted by the sound of Yami’s voice, low in timbre and full of remorse.
“Anzu…I fear I tripped again…only this time…I stumbled over my own blinding rage.”
A wry smile graced her lips before she can even think of it. “I hadn’t noticed,” she replied lightly.
The pharaoh snorted despite himself. “Really.”
“Okay, so maybe you went a bit overboard when you used your Berserker Soul card,” Anzu conceded in as gracious of a tone as she could muster. It lasted all of two seconds. “But Weevil tricking you, tricking us like that? Yeah, let’s just say he should be glad I don’t wield a Duel Disk…because it certainly wouldn’t be used to play the game.”
Yami pressed his lips into a thin line at her words, trying to keep the laughter at bay. Laughter meant a sense of joy, something that he felt he didn’t deserve to have.
“It would appear that I am a bad influence,” he pretended to admit.
“Clearly,” Anzu deadpanned.
She placed her free hand on top of the one of his that she was already holding. “If you feel like you’ve fallen,” she began. “Let me help you back up.”
Yami looked down at their clasped hands, one of his held by both of hers. Her presence alongside him, though was a risk to her own person, was an anchor to him. She kept him in place, refused to let him get dragged under into the depths of his pain and self-directed anger.
A light in the darkness.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Anzu smiled softly, though the smile quickly turned into a yawn that she hastily moved to hide by shifting and ducking behind her shoulder. As she yawned, her face scrunched from the muscles moving in response to her body’s signal to sleep. She felt a slight tugging on her forehead and frowned. Reaching up, Anzu recognized the feel of nylon as her fingers brushed against a bandage.
Her own eyes widened in surprise, just as she caught Yami glancing away from her, amethyst eyes full of remorse.
She made her voice light as she remarked, “Guess Ironheart did a good job patching me up.”
“Mmm.”
After a long moment of silence, Yami glanced back at Anzu, unthinkingly reaching out and swept his thumb over the shadows beneath Anzu’s right eye, not noticing her shiver as he touched the delicate skin there. “You’re exhausted,” he noted, not without a hint of guilt. “You should rest.”
“So should you,” Anzu retorted.
A bitter smile crossed the pharaoh’s lips. “You know, I’m not the one who would need to sleep at night,” he remarked.
“Was that ever weird?” Anzu asked with genuine curiosity. “Staying awake all night because you never needed sleep?”
“I’m a millennia-old spirit, Anzu. I believe my mere existence is well past weird.”
Anzu rolled her eyes at the response, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Still, you need to try to sleep. For Yugi’s sake. Because how’re we going to kick Dartz’s ass if you can’t keep your eyes open, hm?” When the pharaoh hesitated, she added, “Also, Yugi’s going to be so pissed if you leave him with a body that’s barely awake when we get him back.”
Yami could practically see his aibou give him a long-suffering look. “I let them take my soul so you could fix things, Pharaoh! Not make it worse!”
A tiny, exasperated smile teased the edges of his mouth. “Very well.”
Anzu shuffled back, straightening out the pile of blankets she had awoken in earlier, fluffing one into a facsimile of a pillow. She gingerly laid down, not wanting to put too much pressure on the bruises that she knew undoubtedly decorated her body, but was too tired to properly search for. Carefully, she rolled onto her side, hissing slightly when she felt pain shoot through her hip. Likely a nasty bruise awaited her there.
The pharaoh looked at her full of guilt and worry. “Are you alright?”
She forced herself to look calmer than she felt. “I’ve had worse.”
Yami laid down beside her, though if Anzu had to guess, he was heedless of his own injuries. “Why don’t I believe you?”
Anzu opened her mouth as if to protest, but then closed it. After a long minute, she settled her features into something that she hoped showed she was unimpressed. “I survived a trainwreck, Yami. You know, in case you forgot. The train, that we were both on top of, went over the cliff. I think I can get away with saying I’m fine after that.”
“Are you?” Yami pressed.
“Physically?” Anzu lifted one of her hands and wiggled it from side to side. “More or less. Emotionally? The jury’s still out on that, but that’s just because I’m tired.” She bunched up a few of the blankets to make them feel somewhat like a pillow. “Tomorrow’s a new day. Hopefully the sun will rise, and we’ll take it one step at time from there.”
She reached out and clasped her hand over the pharaoh’s, looking at him with eyes full of determination and light. “Okay?”
Yami was quiet for a moment, shifting his hand slightly so his thumb slid over hers. “Okay,” he finally replied.
“Get some rest, Your Majesty,” Anzu instructed through a voice that grew heavier with sleep, her eyelids starting to flutter closed. “Tomorrow is going to be a new day, but…it’ll be a long one.”
Something not quite a smile twitched across his lips. “I will,” he murmured.
She gently squeezed his hand. “G’night,” she whispered, her grip slackening a bit as she drifted into sleep.
“Goodnight.”
Though he had given Anzu his word that he would rest, the pharaoh wasn’t ready to slip into slumber just yet. Instead, he remained awake, fighting against the strain on his body as he chose to watch his friend. Anzu’s breathing was gradually deepening into that someone who was fast asleep, her tense muscles slowly unlocking.
He had lied to her earlier.
Yami hadn’t actually woken mere moments before Anzu. In fact, he had woken nearly an hour prior though it had felt like several hours.
Perhaps it had been less.
“Yugi!” Yami cried out, his lost partner’s name being torn from his throat on a scream as his mind’s eye couldn’t quite fully relinquish the image of Yugi sacrificing his soul to the relentless green light of the Orichalcos. He bit down on his knuckle, trying to choke back the sobs threatening to overwhelm him.
It the pharaoh a moment to realize he had woken from a dream and was sitting up on the ground somewhere, a pile of blankets twisted around his waist and knotted around the fingers of his free hand.
‘Right’ he thought to himself as his mouth twisted into a grim smile. ‘That happened at least two days ago. Last thing that actually happened was that I had been dueling Weevil Underwood of all people on top of a runaway train.’
Less than a heartbeat had passed before the pharaoh remembered that Weevil hadn’t been the only person on that train with him.
“Anzu!”
Where was she?!
He glanced to his left and his panic spiked when he didn’t see her anywhere. Shifting his gaze to the right, a harsh breath of relief escaped him when he saw Anzu lying there next to him, also covered in blankets. It had only been a few seconds with Anzu not in his line of sight, but it had been enough for the pharaoh to become seized with fear that she had been lost in the trainwreck, or perhaps somehow worse, if the Orichalcos had resurged and managed to claim her soul anyway.
Unlike Yami however, Anzu remained asleep. It was a wonder that his earlier cry of anguish hadn’t been enough to awaken her.
He stilled. Unless…she wasn’t merely asleep.
Dread gripped his heart as the pharaoh reached out to gently shake Anzu’s shoulder. “Anzu,” he called quietly, with urgency in his voice. “Anzu, wake up.”
She didn’t respond to his voice, let alone stir at his touch.
“Anzu?” Yami spoke slightly louder, fear now lacing his voice. Gods, she had fallen from so high up. What if she…what if…
No, he wouldn’t let himself think of…that. In any case, despite her lack of consciousness, Anzu was still warm. And as the pharaoh carefully examined her, he noticed with great relief that she was still breathing.
Even if she wasn’t awake, at least Anzu hadn’t permanently left him.
His violet gaze then landed on her face, suddenly taking in the bruises on her skin. As his eyes traveled up, Yami spotted a bandage on her forehead just shy of her temple barely visible from under her bangs, with some kind of ointment peeking out from beneath the covering.
A head wound…?
His stomach clenched as Yami recalled Anzu herself explaining when the pair had been watching an action movie alongside Jonouchi and Honda that head wounds always looked worse than they actually were.
So why then, did he very much doubt her words in this moment?
Yami hesitated, even though he wanted nothing more than to try to waken her again. There was an even bigger part of him insisting that he let her rest and wait.
Very well then.
Yami drew his knees to his chest as he leaned his head against them. As much as he didn’t want to be left alone in the silence and with his cursed thoughts, he would wait for Anzu to awaken.
Yami found himself in a haze, neither here nor there as he merely drifted, simply existing while listening to Anzu breathe. There was a part of his subconscious focused on the sleeping girl, waiting for even the slightest hint that she was returning to the waking world.
The otherwise silence was both heavy and unnoticeable at the same time. It was only the sound of Anzu's continued breathing that kept Yami tethered to what felt like the remaining shreds of his sanity as he did his best to not fall into the yawning gap in his heart at the thought of losing Yugi.
Finally, when Yami thought that he could bear no more and uncaring if it had been minutes, hours, or even mere seconds since he last tried to rouse Anzu, Yami shifted onto his knees and reached out to gently shake her shoulder. "Anzu, wake up." Please.
This time, Anzu opened her eyes, lashes fluttering against cerulean before closing, as her face scrunched in a grimace, clearly wanting to go back to sleep. A couple of seconds passed before she was able to force her eyes open and sat up.
An immediate miscalculation on her part, it seemed.
The pharaoh became alarmed as he watched Anzu gasp in pain, her frame crumbling forward before tilting dangerously to the side. He moved quickly, catching her in his arms. He pulled her close, and tucked her head against his shoulder, acting as a shield against the sudden light of the small fire pit he had failed to notice was burning dutifully near one of the curves of the tent.
A small whine escaped Anzu as she pressed her head further into Yami's shoulder, willing away the sharp pain that had suddenly lanced through her head.
"Easy, easy," the pharaoh murmured, lightly stroking her hair. "You're safe. I've got you, Anzu."
He held her tighter and hoped that she couldn’t feel the way he trembled with relief. “Thank the gods you’re awake.”
He had been so afraid that she wouldn’t awaken.
Yami lightly pressed his thumb against the back of Anzu’s hand again, just to reassure himself that while she was bruised and sore, she was otherwise alright.
A small pool of guilt snaked its way into his stomach at the realization that he was the one to hold Anzu’s hand, he was the one to hold her when she had awoken and had immediately reacted to the injuries inflicted upon her body.
It should have been someone else.
But he wasn’t here now.
Unbidden, the pharaoh recalled when he and Yugi had both watched in terror, when after her forced duel with Krum, Anzu had collapsed from the terrible cold that had seeped into her. Somehow, Yugi had managed to stay calm and collected enough that Yami hadn’t deemed it necessary to take control though he himself had been worried enough for Anzu’s safety that he had remained by Yugi’s side in his incorporeal form.
Yugi had knelt by Anzu’s chilled form, biting his lip when he realized just how cold the unconscious girl was and just how much she had gone through. He lifted Anzu into his arms, trying to offer as much warmth to her as possible, gently calling her name as he did so.
Neither of them had to wait long for Anzu to awaken, she stirred, wearily opening her eyes before focusing on Yugi. Once she had recognized that it was Yugi who held her, once she realized that she was safe, Anzu had burst into tears, throwing her arms around Yugi in a fierce need for comfort.
Yugi however, had become incredibly embarrassed, a furious blush staining his cheeks as he could barely move his arms in response.
Through his sheer relief that both Yugi and Anzu had come through their respective duels safely, Yami couldn’t help but let his mischievous side shine through. ‘Really, Yugi,’ Yami had chided through their bond, though they both knew it was a taunt. ‘You can play the knight in shining armor so long as Anzu isn’t awake to notice, but once she seeks comfort from her childhood best friend, you clam up.’
Though Anzu had no idea what Yami was saying, let alone knew that he was there, Yugi did and shot him his fiercest glare. Which was about as intimidating as being glared at by a wet kitten.
Yami had merely smirked in return.
Bringing his focus back to the present, the pharaoh idly wondered if Yugi, who could have barely handled a hug from Anzu, would have had the thought to hold and soothe her the way he had, or would Yugi have combusted just from the idea?
Yami barely repressed a snort at his musing, not wanting to awaken Anzu from the slumber she so clearly needed.
‘Teenagers. What messy, complicated beings.’
‘…As if I’m one to talk.’
As the seconds ticked by, he too, found himself in great need of sleep. Though there was some part of him that wanted to stay awake longer, both from a desire to keep watch over Anzu and to avoid the chance at being tormented by more nightmares; his…Yugi’s body’s demand for rest won over and he felt his eyes start to close, his eyelids feeling weighted down with exhaustion.
Before he completely yielded to sleep, the pharaoh gripped Anzu’s hand once more, hoping that her touch would keep him grounded enough to not be plagued by his enormous guilt.
A/N: If you squint, you can find a nod to the manga. I mean really squint. Can y'all find it?
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