Hii! I was wondering if there's any fics involving a nasty wound? I myself work in healthcare and would like to read about them tending to a big wound describing the process of taking care of it. (Ex, pus, extreme blood loss, stiching ect.) Doesn't matter what AU or if it's on themselves or on an animal. Don't know if it's too specific.
Thank you <3
Hey! Here are a variety of wound care fics...
Wound. by Radioactivealien_404 (T)
Or, Crowley tries to get away with hiding a massive flesh wound.
Search and Rescue by EdosianOrchids901 (T)
While the humans were occupied, Aziraphale rushed into the ruined church. He found what he was looking for in the back. A chalk pentagram enclosed in a circle, with other sigils and runes etched between the lines. And there, sitting in a huddle on the cold stoneโฆ
โCrowley,โ Aziraphale whispered as he approached. โCrowley, itโs me.โ
Glass by MrIndex (T)
He wasnโt sure how much time had passed as he sat there hunched, trying to force his breathing to cooperate. He was dimly aware of hearing sirens, people talking, the hiss of a tow truckโs brakes. When he heard Aziraphaleโs footsteps approaching, he was slightly more aware. The glass was still there, and it was keen to remind him of that fact, but he was not about to go twisting his shredded back to get it out. The angel sat in front of him, hand momentarily hovering over Crowleyโs shoulder before resting itself on his knee.
โCrowley, youโreย hurt.โ The pitch of the angelโs voice made his chest ache.
Or: Crowley saves Aziraphale from being hit by a car, but ends up with shards of glass in his wings. They have to come out somehow.
There's no healing the wound by meridian_rose (T)
Crowley gets hurt but when he can't heal the wound he doesn't do the sensible thing and tell Aziraphale. Instead he hides the truth, tries to fix it himself, and when it looks like the wound might be fatal drags Anathema into the situation. When Aziraphale does find out he's furious as only a angel at risk of losing his beloved demon can be.
Secret of the Snowfall by PietuDraws, Sexy_Lil_Emo (E)
For as long as Crowley could remember there had always been a white stag in the forest during winter. And for just as long he had admired it from afar, though he never dared to get too close, lest he frighten the creature off, but he enjoyed watching it go about itโs business, whatever deer liked to do. It was peaceful. The previous winter, however, he had felt particularly drawn to the creature, though he didn't know why. This winter he would find out.
eden animal hospital by jupiterjazzpartii (T)
Crowley doesn't need this cat. He doesn't need a crush on his cute vet, either.
Search and Rescue by snae_b (E)
โMount Meeker. Small avalanche from the sound of it, R2, R3 maybe. But weโve got two missing hikers, caught in the powder, so at least a D2 in terms of force. Bentley and I are out first. Adam, youโre on extraction gear, Pepper, youโre on medical. We donโt know what shape these folks are in.โ He finally sets his gaze squarely on Aziraphale, his eyes flick to the lens of his camera and back up again. โStay out of the way.โ
Aziraphale packs his camera gear and heads to the Rocky Mountains to film with an elite search and rescue team. Turns out the terrain isn't his only challenge.
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Been having this reoccurring idea for an animation (but I can't draw๐ญ) where Bruce Wayne as Batman rips his own heart out and present it to Gothamโa symbolism on how he would give all of himself to the city. His hand soaked in his own blood as it dripped down onto the ground. The blood forms different streams of line (like a river pathways) and in each one it would show a member of the Batfamily. Because he was the one to started it all or the first one to begin the journey and open up the path for the others.
Bottles of Wine
Goblets of Shrine
The liquids intertwine
The flavours sweet and fine
Once, twice, thrice
Chugged, tastes nice
The tongue tingles so
Tightens like a tow
The colour of blue
With the green hue
Eyes are blurred, lips
Red, with purple dips
The hurried sips, shaky
The wantโs sharp and achy
The Haughty face
The Ghostโs embrace
Chaste, lost in a daze
Where is the last phase?
Shaking, craving, trembling, lo!
The bags, the skin patches show
Blood vibrant like stains on snow
The drinks are laced, nectar - faux
Where is my desired date
With the Death and Time and Fate
Delayed, or possibly late?
Was I wrong to pick that crate?
And mix with the waterโs haste?
Was it truly lost, a waste?
The pain in my chest
This must be love, rest
Final, at last, the time has
Come, in ecstasyโs feel as
A blissful seal on a rockโs peak
The wisdom slipped, peace I seek
And here it pours out of my ears
Mouth and nose, eyes with pink tears
With a smile, I lay, all contact lost
Senses numb and cool
The streams of fluids
Besides and far
Near and there
The ceiling has colour no more
Will I feel the world in earnest now?
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I know, that sounds weird, but that was normal for me. An entire era of my life, just living and breathing science and horror, all mixed together into a mush of experience. I try to ignore it though. Push back the memories, try and move on.
Kind of ironic considering what Iโm doing.
See, thereโs a reason why everybody studying STEMโ yes, even the more passive parts of itโ takes an ethics course. Before that, the push for innovationโ something I think I ended up getting swept intoโ fuelled most of not all of the coursework and theory we were working on. Always bigger, always better, always fresh and new and original, some reverberation of futurism. Doesnโt matter what it is, just make sure youโre not copying some 10โs or 20โs sci-fi thriller (or do, if you have a permit).
That was the backbone of most of Project PENCIL.
(except the copying stuff. That was surprisingly more achievable than we thought; AI generated toons didnโt work out very well for us though)
Ethics can only get you so far in reasonable, level-headed, absolutely sane science.
Hence why we left it at the door not long before we gunned it down and kicked it open. But you still have to ensure a reasonable degree of safety and reliability so you can get your results without anything going wrong.
I remember during my first couple weeks, the labs had just finished being built. In one of them, I was on observation duty for an RS test; Rapid Shake. Think of the way youโd open a Coke can if you wanted to ruin somebodyโs day. The test chambers are made up of a dome of soft wall panels (I canโt find the CAD file right now so just use your imagination).
One of the panels inside the chamber hadnโt been fully attached to the ceiling. Theyโre made of cushy faux leather stuff, floor to ceiling; good for a wide open space if a toon starts bouncing off the walls. It was hanging right above the Grabber; something weโd retire later for something more multipurpose than a flailing mechanical arm.
I knew it was dangerous. I knew it could hurt someone, staff or toon.
But I didnโt say anything.
I donโt get personal. I shouldnโt, not here. But you need to understand how deep-seated this whole attitude to PENCIL was, even before LEAD.
I was looking at that risk, that potential for harmโฆ and I was excited. Excited like a little kid hearing an ice cream truck a block away, excited for everything that could cause a catastrophe. Didnโt matter about the consequences, I just wanted to see it happen.
I wanted blood on the floor.
We got our toonโ a little dog from a pet insurance commercialโ and set her in the machine. I didnโt pay attention to the test. All I could think about was that panel; I could have sworn it leaned down a few inches while the Grabberโs hydraulics made the floor buzz.
Hereโs what the thoughts of a crazy person sounds like:
Fall. Fall. Fall. Fuck it up. Do it. Itโs gonna happen. I know it will. Just fall. Fall!
Instead of flying birds or stars, we ended up with spiral eyes from all the shaking; something we expected from an anime toon. We swapped her for her best friendโ a tabby cat with a company logo stitched to her chestโ and we did it all over again.
And I just kept staring.
I pointed out the loose panel, and they sent maintenance to fix it. Heard them muttering something about how good it was someone saw it before something went wrong.
Objectively, I think itโs likely that might have been one of the more tame accidents if it did happen.
Thereโs a word for that feeling, actually: schadenfreude.
โthe experience of pleasure, joy, or self-satisfaction that comes from learning of or witnessing the troubles, failures, pain, or humiliation of another.โ
Soon enough, it was baked into the core of our work.
Pride in creating suffering, and suffering yourself.
Without eitherโฆ what was your work without it?
I suppose itโs that drive that I miss. That verve, that persistence. LEAD was a pretty good work ethic at the end of the day, helping you keep a rapid pace despite the burnout. Now, I work at my own pace on this.
๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐: Non-cannon Hank bc I said so ๐ค๐ฝ๐ค๐ฝYandere themes, Obsessive behaviour, some psychological horror, serious gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, injury marks during work, mental asylum settings, cursing (sorry canโt help myself) a brief description of mental disorders and slight manipulation at the end - please be mindful of the triggering content.
๐/๐: Okay, so Iโve got the Yandere themes from @saltymongoose head cannons here and here. (Look salty, I would submit this to you but I have no idea how submissions work) Of course, reader isnโt a Player! But a Doctor! I put my own twist to it so it will match the story line. Yeah it gonna be a little bit moreโฆ violent than wholesome. Also you donโt understand the amount of research I had to do to perfect this ๐ญ watching a documentary of inside a psychiatric hospital and read a handful of articles. Also after watching season 4 of Stranger Things I kinda grew an interest on asylum AUโs - Iโll give you a small spoiler for this fic quoted from the show โwhat have you done?โ๐ (also want to thank @deimosed for those sweet words from my last Hank fic)
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: After working your way up your career ladder, youโre excited to be offered a place in Nevadaโs notorious psychiatric hospital as a full time psychiatrist. This is a massive opportunity for your career. But things arenโt so glamorous and rewarding as it seems when you start to discover the inside works of the hospital with their dark and twisted system to ensure everyone, especially the employees, abides by their extensive rules and policies. You start to learn that the hospital's high reputation may not be so organic. Meanwhile, you develop a secret admirer amongst one of your patients who will do anything to be alone with you and to have you for himself (and maybe save you) - even if it means breaking a few rules.
Iโd let these people bleed out if you told me you liked the colour red.
The janitors mustโve used some strong cleaning products again. Waking up to the bitter-sweet smell of disinfectant is not really the ideal way to start your morning. After a few inhales, it starts to get into your head and makes you nauseous. Itโs not a scent that you would call โhomelyโ.
Fortunately, it does fade as the day goes by but the pungent smell of old piss quickly replaces it by late afternoon and then the vicious cycle starts again in the morning. The sickeningly sweet smell really reflects the cryptic ambiance of the building.
But for patients like Hank, who has stayed in the hospital for a while, the stench doesnโt bother him. It does start to grow in you to the point where you forget what fresh clean air smells like.
Hank takes another glance at the clock for the umpteenth time in the last couple of hours. It was coming up to that time. He can feel his heart accelerating as the seconds pass by. Since heโs all ready, he can sit and watch in front of the clock until finally hearing those footsteps echo in the hall, getting louder as they step closer. Two nurses reach his room, both in their scrubs and ready to escort him out.
โThe doctor wants to see you Hank, letโs get going,โ the taller of the two says.
They both lead him to another room. This isnโt anything new to Hank. Having to go to the checkup rooms regularly to see the doctor was part of the routine. More footsteps could be heard and immediately he knew it was you. He has your footfall rhythm memorised. Even outside the checkup sessions, he can easily recognise you walking from a distance away. He watches as you make your way in - a warmth reflecting from your eyes with a smile.
โNice seeing you early today Hank, did you sleep well?โ Your voice is amplified over everyone elseโs; itโs sweet, hypnotic and endearing to the ears.
All of his senses heighten as soon as youโre near (or as he watches you from afar). As you step closer towards the seat opposite him, he catches the familiar soapy aloe vera scent from you. Itโs refreshing and it's definitely more pleasant than the sterile smell of the hospital. Whenever his session ends, he feels like he can still just capture the scent lingering a while longer the minute you leave the room. Youโre just so fascinating with how you approach things and how you approach him.
You start to write on your clipboard the date and his name. Hanks eyes are stuck staring at your hand holding the pen. He secretly wishes that you would accidentally misplace or leave your pen one day in the room before you go to your next patient so he could keep it for himself - something that you touched and held onto everyday and probably has your sweat and fibre on it. But unfortunately, due to previous cases of patients using pens as weapons and poking peoples eyes out, doctors and anyone else using a pen has to make sure they keep them safe with them.
โYour mood has definitely improved in the last few weeks Hank, Iโm pleased to see that,โ your praise causes a wave of euphoria to surge through him. He wants all of your praises. All of the sweet words that come out of your lips. He knows he wants you for himself and wishes the nurses werenโt in the room with the two of you so he can be all alone with you.
The check up comes to an end and you finish it off with โIโll see you next week Hank,โ before you leave to go off to your next patient while he stays in the room with the two nurses beside him a little while longer. Itโs easy to forget that heโs not the only one youโre caring for especially with how heโs so engrossed in the moment.
But the thought of you looking after other people besides him, giving them your attention and your time to them doesnโt sit right with him. Actually it enrages him. They donโt deserve you. You need someone who you can feel safer with. These people donโt have the facilities for that. The more he thinks about it, the harder his fist clenched to the point where the knuckles were turning white. Fortunately, heโs able to keep this heated anger in control quickly since heโs still on the fucking medication that slowing his brain .
But Hank is not going to allow their luck to run any longer with youโฆ
Working in a mental hospital isnโt something that you nor your colleagues discuss outside of work. As far as people outside are aware, youโre just a doctor working and giving care in a private hospital. Confidentiality is strictly enforced - anything that happens in the building stays within the four walls.
You have to wear full sleeves to hide the bruises that you get from handling some of the violent patients. The nurses always have it worse since they do interact with them more but that doesnโt mean yours arenโt visible enough to raise some concerns. You do try to scrutinise the job and see the rewarding sides to it though, despite how exhausted you are already.
That burnt soreness on your tongue is still there from the hot coffee you finished just earlier and what's worse is that after rummaging through your work bag, you found that youโre fresh out of breath mints. Well shit then - youโre stuck with having coffee breath until your tight lunch break. Coffee breath was the last thing that youโre concerned about though, with the busy schedule you have today. You just completed the inpatient care and are now providing care to the outpatient department.
Your clipboard is under your tight grip as youโre filling in the details. Sitting opposite you is Peter, your last morning patient. He has a skinny and pale frame and just like most of the other patients, he has a buzz-cut hairstyle.
โSo, itโs been a good month since I prescribed you your new medications for your schizophrenia. How has it been affecting you?โ Your eyes are still glued to your clipboard.
โItโs been better than the old one, I donโt have any severe side effects,โ Peter replied, possessing a strong southern accent.
โThatโs perfect, but I will still need the nurses to check your blood sugar levels from time to time. High cholesterol is one of the side effects of this new medication,โ You scrape your tongue with your front teeth briefly, trying to soothe the soreness as you speak while mentally reminding yourself to push through and that this is your last patient before your break.
Out of nowhere, the sound of someone screaming could be heard coming from a few rooms away. It's normal to hear some patients yelling occasionally whether itโs them resisting medication or their mood swings going haywire. After all, one of the biggest conflicts between patients and doctors is medication. But this doesnโt sound like someone was resisting. None of the screaming that youโve heard sounded like this. This is more shrilling, you can almost hear the fear in their cry before it cuts off with crunching sounds and gargling despair and then it stops.
โDocโฆ?โ Peterโs voice shakes as he speaks. He's now starting to hyperventilate - a bad sign that his anxiety is accumulating.
โEverything will be okay, Iโm sure the nurses got it handled,โ in truth, you were pretty tense yourself but you had to keep your composure and stay calm, for the sake of your patient.
One of the many vital rules that is heavily emphasised is that healthcare staff must leave their patient in a healthy and calm condition. Anything else is a sign of inadequate treatment and can result in a strike. Youโre already on your first one and the punishment you faced was just about bearable. You canโt afford another strike on your record - the week has barely started. Really, that should encourage you to prioritise your patient but you canโt help but wonder what was going on out there. It doesn't help when you hear more screaming, this time itโs a masculine voice and you could just about make out what heโs saying before it stops.
โPlease donโt hurt me! Where are the fucking nurses ah-!โ Thereโs a painful howl before it cuts off silent again. You and Peter stay quiet waiting for any more disturbing sounds but the silent prologue for a full minute.
โWill it make you feel better if I take a look outside?โ He nods, still staying quiet from shock. Youโre not going to leave the room since you canโt leave Peter unattended, theyโre watching what youโre doing in a control room through a monitor, so you just stick your head out the door and scan the wide hallways. Of course, you canโt see anything because it was coming from one of the other rooms.
The temptation of just leaving the room is drilling in your head. For God's sake, why would they be focusing on you and watching you do your job when they should be focusing on whatever the hell was going on out there?
It seems like they read your mind because the emergency alarms start blaring through the perpetual halls with red lights flashing. Youโve never heard the emergency alarms go off, not until today at least and that was enough for you to exit the patient room. You can hear Peter calling after you, asking where youโre going or what youโre going to do. You donโt really know what you're doing, you're just following these intrusive thoughts, jogging lightly and just hoping itโs not the worst. Whatever the worst may be.
There's more uncontrollable screams that continue to echo through the halls sounding more distant as it bounces off the walls but with still the same level of fear etched in their voices if not, more. The ringing of the alarm is still going off, sounding more urgent and louder. Your head starts to spin as you replay that one sentence in your headโฆ
Iโm sure the nurses got it handled.
You stop for a moment and look back at how far youโve gone - Peter's room feels like miles away now when youโve only walked a few metres. You have a sense of discomfort that seems to erupt inside you. A strong feeling that something was going to happen. Before you could turn back to continue you felt something hit the back of your head causing a sharp pain shooting through your skull. Your body collapses forward and slowly and you feel your consciousness slip away and vision fade into blackness.
Thereโs a sharp inhale before you feel your senses coming back to you slowly as you open your eyes. It took you a moment to gather yourself together and remember your surroundings. Thereโs no more screaming or alarms - nothing but the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears. The halls are still flashing red. Not good. Your vision is still a little blurry and your heads throbbing like mad. Stupid concussion. You still donโt know who the fuck just slammed the back of your head like that.
Whatโs worse is you donโt know how long you were knocked out but if itโs this quiet, something is definitely not right. What happened to Peter? Shit. With extra precaution and making sure you donโt collapse again, you lift yourself up from the floor and make your way to Peterโs room with wobbly steps. The room isnโt that far for you but your body is still weak and moving painstakingly slow. When you reach his room, you almost throw up at the sight inside.
Someone got to him before you could because now heโs on the floor with his mouth stretched open so wide, the cheeks are torn out. Despite Peterโs thin face and prominent cheekbones, you could still see the fleshy meat from his cheeks that had been plumped out. There was no way someone could do this with their bare hands. Some sick person mustโve used a metal instrument to rip this poor manโs face.
His arms and legs were completely popped out of their joints and dislocated. The crunching you heard earlier mustโve been the sound of bones joints snapping from elsewhere. His gown is now stained with blood from his mouth. Youโve seen a lot of gory scenes at your job but nothing like this. You canโt stomach the sight any longer so you leave feeling utterly repulsed and a little guilty that you canโt do anything. Why did you have to leave him alone? You were hoping the image would leave your mind but itโs already locked in making you feel queasy.
You donโt know where youโre going since thereโs no lead and the screaming has stopped. Thereโs a feeling of emptiness and torment hovering around you as you stiffly walk through the halls, closing in on one of the ward rooms - you werenโt prepared to see inside so when you catch a glimpse of one of the patients on the floor, the squeamish feeling inside your stomach returns.
Inside you could see a few more patients on the floor, arms and legs dislocated as well as their heads being twisted until their necks were snapped. Their faces arenโt mutilated like Peterโs but you could see some of them have holes on the side of their heads where their ears used to be and are now replaced with a crimson pool that dripped down their faces and on the floor. Clearly whoever did this, wanted to get the job done fast.
Each room you pass, you see more and more limp forms littering the floor, not only patients but the healthcare workers there as well - doctors and nurses. Itโs all out of control. There are bloody hands smeared and printed on the wall too. The more you continue to walk, the more alone you feel knowing that the people you care for and work with are gone. You feel like youโre surrounded by ghosts - spirits just floating around you. You push your way through the double door and make your way to the main reception, now fully bracing yourself for the worst yet to come.
Hank can feel the heated vexation across his face and the blood rushing in his ears as he gawks down at the last dead body with pride. He was sure that he managed to wipe out everyone in this poor excuse of a hospital. Itโs not like itโs a big building so surely after 2 hours, he can wrap it up and call it a job well done. But itโs not complete until he finds you again. Find your sleeping form that is, since he had to knock the fucking day lights out of you. You donโt deserve to see what he did - heโs hoping youโre still knocked out before he retrieves you.
Before he could turn around, thereโs the sound of the heavy double doors squeaking as you pushed your way with aggression. The hostility quickly melts away from you as you stare intensely at him, frozen in place from shock. Your mouth starts to quiver and Hank notices a few tears just spilling from your eyes.
โWhat have you done?!โ Your voice breaks with distress. Hank steps a little closer, the metal pipe slips out from his bloody hands as he walks towards you. Youโre always easy on the eye but now the glow that would always radiate from you is flushed out. The eye bags under your eyes is more visible now and the rims of it are now red from your salty tears. You look raw and Hank finds himself absolutely adoring this state of you. Probably more now than ever.
He still doesnโt understand why youโre so upset though. Why do you cry for these people? You didnโt mean anything to them. They just used you as a product for your intelligence and for their advantage. Of course you donโt understand that now but one day, you will be grateful for what he has done.
And thatโs a promise.
Dividers by @maysdigitalarts
I usually rely on Grammerly to check my spellings and grammar but Iโm literally typing this on my phone as I speak so there might be some errors.
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