#ignore the errors

CHAPTER 5

Claire was confused.

She shouldn’t have felt scared when she received a call that Jamie was gone.

It wasn’t her concern.

She should care less about him.

But damn him. There was something about him that made her feel it was her responsibility to look after him.

He was a stranger.

“Get in the car!” She snapped at him.

 Jamie kept looking at her.

“Oh goodness. Are you gonna keep staring at me? You’ll freeze your arse!” She thought about his arse that she saw earlier, and she felt the heat rise in her face.

He came unstuck. “How do I. . . get in?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“What?”

“I dinna ken how to get in,” he whispered, but she heard him well. He looked embarrassed. She glanced at him, and suddenly a warm feeling washed over her. He tried to climb, one hand holding the headrest of the seat and the other on the top of the windshield.  

She leaned to the side to open the passenger door. “There.”

Unaware of his nakedness, he climbed clumsily, like a little kid. At one point, Claire thought he saw one of his balls when he swung his legs before he sat on the passenger seat. She shook her head to clear the vision of his private part.

“A dhia.” He winced. “Why do I have to climb in this strange thing?”

Claire ignored him. “Put your seatbelt.”

“A what?”

“Seatbelt.”

“I dinna ken what ye’re talking about.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!” Claire leaned to grab the seatbelt from the side of the seat, circling it around Jamie’s body.

“What are ye doing?”

“Securing you.”

They were so close that Claire could feel the heat radiating from his body and his breath gently fanning the side of her head. She felt goosebumps run on her skin. She didn’t know whether it was from the cold or from his closeness.

“Hmm.. ye smell good, Sassenach.” 

Claire felt his lips barely touch her hair. She looked at him to see that his eyes were closed.

Damn him.

She sat back in her seat and pressed the accelerator, which startled them both.

“What in the devil?”

“Hold on.”

A few minutes later, Jamie sensed where they were going.

“Dinna bring me back to that awful place!”

“Why? Jamie, your wounds are not yet healed. You need to stay there so they can monitor you closely.”

“I just dinna like it there. I am fine. I suffered worse than this. These wounds are nothing.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“I am begging ye.”

“You look pale.”

“I’m fine!”

“You’re not!”

“Now I ken. Angels can be stubborn.”

“For the love of God, I am not your angel!” She snapped, her head whipped sideways and glared at him.

“Will ye look straight? I will not die from these wounds. I’ll die in fear. I love my life. I dinna escape from war and leave my men only to die in this offensive moving object!”

“It’s called ‘car’”

“I dinna care what you call it.”

“Nurse Barb will not be pleased if I don’t bring you back to the hospital.”

“I didna care about her either.” Jamie suddenly mumbled.

“Jamie-”

“Please. I dinna ken why I’m here. It’s not my time.”

“What?”

“I don’t belong in this time.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“I didn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.  All I ken is that I am from a different time.”

“You are still delirious. I really should bring you back to the hospital.”

“Bring me back to the stone. The place where ye first saw me.”

Claire didn’t respond. She just kept driving.

“Well, it gives me joy that ye didna like me to go back, but I must.”  A pause and then… “Woman! I told ye not to bring me back here!”

“Stop yelling at me, you stubborn Scot! I only came here to collect your things. If you don’t want to go back there,” Claire raised her hand and pointed to the hospital in front of them. “I’m happy to bring you back to the stones as you wish and get rid of you!”

“Hmmp.” A Scottish noise was being heard in the silence between the two of them.

Blue eyes met gold. Both glaring at each other.

If a random passerby saw them, they would probably think they were two lovers quarrelling.

After half an hour, Claire went back to her rental car, pissed as hell. She just spent 100 pounds to discharge him. To make it worse, and to her humiliation, she was holding a sword and dagger in her hands.

The bloody man. I could use the dagger on him. She thought.

She was ready to scold him. But when she reached the car, she saw him slump, his head lolled to one side. He looks pale and young.

Again, Claire felt something warm wash over her. She shouldn’t feel something for him. But she can’t deny the attraction.

She hates it.

She didn’t want it.

But here she is, pondering whether she’ll dump him on the stones.

Or bring him with her.

“I am from a different time.” He said. It doesn’t make sense. But Claire started to wonder, maybe this strange (ok fine, good-looking) man was telling the truth.

So, she climbed back into the car and drove back to her hotel.

reason to me being quiet the pass few days owo;;;

I'm going to keep making these, and nobody is going to stop me.

I'm going to start this off by saying that those parents should be reported to CPS. That is absolutely disgusting and I would not let those monsters anywhere near a child. If you have not contacted the proper authorities yet then please do so now because their child (children?) Are being abused and absolutely nobody deserves that. Especially an innocent child. If you have actual evidence of the abuse and the evil things that the parent did then those kids should be taken away and locked up never to see the light of day again. Pieces of shit.

We run into psych patients on the regular. Whether it is a person who is having a psychotic episode, a person who is suicidal, a person who cant take care of him/herself, or a person who just has some sort of addiction where they are self medicating to forget about their problems (either drugs or alcohol. Sometimes both). It is all part of the job. Each patient is different. I've had psych patients who wanted complete silence. I've had psych patients threaten to harm/murder/rape me. Hell, just a couple days ago one tried to attack me in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I've had psych patients who just wanted someone to talk to. And I've had psych patients that I didnt even realize were potential psych patients until after the call was over. You have to be able to assess the situation and from there you can move forward in patient care. I'll give you a couple examples of times situations were handled well and times they were not and how I decided to act/treat my patient.

1.)

We had a 911 call for a behavioral overdose. Sheriffs were already on scene (good). We get there to find a high school aged girl. She was alert and oriented (AO). Her whole family was around plus the sheriffs, plus the fire engine, plus the fire medics, plus me and my partner. There were too many people. We are trying to talk to our patient and figure out the whole story but she isnt really talking. I turn to the fire medic (they technically are in charge of medical calls, so what they say goes even if it's wrong and stupid) and say let's get her loaded up and he agrees. We walk her to the gurney and load her into the ambulance. Typically we allow one family member/friend to ride along with a patient especially if the patient is a minor. Unless the patient is a psych patient. And heres why. Once the girl was in the back of the ambulance and away from the hoards of people she started answering our questions. She told us everything that happened leading up to this point and why she did it and how she was feeling. I gained her trust by talking to her and separating her from what was causing her anxiety and other feelings that werent good. During the transport I realized she just needed to be distracted. I was monitoring her closely with the medic and got all the medical information I needed. So we just talked about school and plans for college. We talked about her favorite tv shows and how I spelled my name wrong for 13 years. That's all she needed. But not everyone needs that. This is an example of a good call.

2.)

I will start this off by saying I can be sarcastic. Which is not always a good thing. Okay so. This was a transfer call for a man on a legal hold. We were taking him from an emergency room to an actual psych facility where the remainder of his hold would be carried out. This guy was extremely tall like over 6 feet and used to be in the military and still worked out a ton so he was pretty muscular. I just so happened to be driving this day. While my partner was getting his report I went to go get a set of vitals to make sure he was stable and nothing was wrong. Before I can even get them this dude is making all sorts of racist remarks and how he doesnt want to go to whatever psych hospital we are taking him to because "its associated with a certain kind of people if you know what I mean." Then goes on to say hes not going (which tbh if you're on a hold it doesnt matter if you want to go or not. You have to go until you are psychologically cleared). I explained that because he was on a hold he had to go and I wasnt the one who set up the transfer. I literally am just the driver and I go where my dispatch sends me. He then responds with "well what if I fight you" I realize I wasnt going to get my vitals and that this guy was going to be a problem. I walk over to my partner and tell him what's going on and that we need to use restraints (which I rarely use because who wants to be restrained?). At this point we now have sheriffs there to help us get the guy on our gurney and to protect us if this guy freaks out. We get him on our gurney and I put the restraints on. After putting on restraints you have to check for a pulse in the extremity and make sure they can still wiggle their fingers/toes. So I ask him to wiggle his fingers and he flips me off. Me being the sarcastic person I am and without thinking I responded with "oh thanks. I havent had that in a while. Could I get another?" The dude then threatens to rape me and becomes very agitated. I messed up. We de-escalated the situation thank goodness. But I could have handled that situation better. I knew he was already agitated and a dumb comment like that could have easily been the breaking point for him. Dont do something stupid like that.

3.)

We had a transfer for a woman who was on a hold. This was out of one of the worst hospitals I know. Literally the hospital that killed my grandpa. I already hated being there, but how the staff treats patients both medically and professionally (if you can even call it that) was absolute shit. I hated this hospital even before my grandpa was a patient there because of how incompetent and rude the staff was. Sorry I got distracted and ranted, but the backstory is relevant. I go to try and get a report from the nurse who knows absolutely nothing about this patient. Cant give me any history. Doesnt know what meds (if any) were even given. And gets annoyed when I ask for an actual report. Not just the "oh yes that lady is on a hold. She can talk but is being selectively mute. And you're taking her to this place. K bye." At this point I realize I'm going to get nothing from this 'nurse' and I just look through the packet. I go over to the patient who is just sitting there on the bed staring off into thin air. I realized that any loud noise or sudden movement scares her. So I slowly inch my way to her and introduce myself. I tell her I'm there to take her to a different hospital where the staff will be able to take care of her better and where she can get the help she needs. In that whole interaction I got her to say maybe a couple words. And they were basically what's going on. I realized the staff at this shit hospital did not tell her what was happening. Nobody told her she was being transferred. They literally just left her to sit in her own feces because they couldnt be bothered to do their job. Before I even touched her I told her everything that would happen. I walked her through the entire transfer process and let her know what was going on. Then once we were ready to actually start getting her onto our gurney before I made any movement I told her exactly what I was doing. She was completely fine with me. Once we get her to the psych place we finish up our transport and are about to leave she grabs my partners hand says "are they going to be nice and take care of me here?" My heart broke. I told her that yes she would be taken care of and that she wouldnt be ignored here as I know this hospital has great staff. She smiled and let us go.

By assessing the situations and the patients you are able to figure out how to handle your patient. Ive learned from my mistakes and I've learned from my coworkers who have been around longer than me. But always be cautious as a patients mood can change at any time. Even if you dont do anything to trigger it. A patient will go from happy and smiling to trying to punch you in the face. Know your surroundings. Be ready to react because things can change in an instant.

i sign legal documents in glitter pen

23. “Just tell me why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!” Farah/F!Detective

I'm tired of F haters, soooo here's the Detective shooting a bunch of people for hurting Farah, then some fluff and a happy ending. :3 CW: blood

Farah won't be getting out of here unless the Detective comes here alone, without alerting anyone, and hands herself over to them, her kidnappers told her when they threw her down here. It's dark, so dark that even with vampire hypersenses Farah can't see much... some kind of cellar maybe? The DMB they injected her with makes her head swim as she tries to sit up, limbs too weak to break through the restraints that hold her. She's scared. She's scared for herself because these people are so full of hate and anger, they won't hesitate to hurt her if Paige doesn't come, but if she does... what will they do?

Focusing in on the muffled voices upstairs, it sounds like one of them is on the phone and... is that Paige on the other end? It's too quiet to pick up words, but Farah would recognise her voice anywhere. She sounds so scared, pleading and terrified, and Farah chokes back a sob. The call ends and it's quiet for a long time.

Gunfire breaks the silence. 

"Where the fuck is she?!" The furious yell drowns out all the other screams.

Paige. She's here. She really came... for me?  And by the sounds of it, she came alone.

NO! With a panicked growl, Farah manages to rip one of her hands free, ignoring the burning pain as her flesh tears, but it doesn't matter because she can hear more shots being fired and bodies hitting the ground, she can smell blood. Please, no... She bites through the rest of the restraints and stumbles towards the stairs, heading up. It's quiet now. I can't lose you too. She's so close to the door, fighting through the dizziness from the lingering DMB. It swings open just as she reaches it and she falls into someone's arms. 

"Farah." Paige collapses to the floor with a relieved sob, pulling Farah down into her lap and cradling her like she's the most precious being in the universe. "Farah... I was so scared... It's okay now though, it's all going to be okay. I found you, I found you, I found you-" she repeats it like a prayer, over and over, until she goes limp and her arms--protectively wrapped around Farah--fall away. 

It's only then, with the calming sound of Paige's heartbeat and the fading adrenaline, that Farah notices the warmth blooming against her shoulder where it was pressed against her girlfriends chest. Blood. Paige's blood. 

"NO!"

--

Bright. Too bright. Opening my eyes hurts so I keep them shut, but the sterile smell that fills my nostrils is familiar... I'm in a hospital? A warm hand gently squeezes my fingers, sending a wave of comfort through me before I even know who's there.

"Hey babe." 

Farah. It hurts so much to twist towards the sound of her voice, it's painful to smile when I see her, but I do it anyways because she's safe. She's here. Alive. She leans in to press light kisses against my cheeks, my forehead, my chin, my nose... 

"Ava's really mad at you," she jokes, but I can see the sadness in her eyes as she pulls away.

What's wrong? I want to ask, but I choke on the dryness of my throat, coughing instead. What could be wrong? Farah's here, she's safe, everything is perfect.

"She she says you should have told them-" Farah helps me take a sip of water as she continues- "that you shouldn't have run off on your own. It was too dangerous-"

"They... said they would hurt you," I manage to croak. And I couldn't take that chance, not with your life. 

Farah doesn't meet my eye as she sits down on the side of the hospital bed, lying down to curl up against my side when I move over to give her room. She's chewing her lip as she anxiously picks at the pillowcase. I stroke her hair. Her clothes are filthy, caked in dried blood. Was I not out very long or did she stay by my side? 

"But you got hurt," Farah whispers and I can feel her shaking. "Why... Why would you..."

Farah looks so upset, so I cut her off with a kiss. My dry lips must be rough against hers (hers always so wonderfully soft) and I almost pull away to apologise, but she tugs me closer. I don't let her go, kissing her again and again, until I finally feel her mouth start to turn up into a small smile. I try not to wince at the way my movements pull at my wounds as I reach to cradle her face in my hands, locking my gaze with hers. I want her to see my eyes, to know what I'm about to say is the truth, to know that I wouldn't take back my choice to save her, that I will always choose her...

"Because I love you, Farah."

Wide, surprised amber eyes blink up and me, then she breaks into the biggest, most beautiful smile. 

"I- I love you too!" Farah almost cheers, and I disguise my pained gasp with a laugh as practically throws herself further into my arms. "So, so much!"

We hold each other tight, crying happy tears, exchanging kisses, repeating those words again and again I love you, I love you, I love you, until my tired eyes drift closed to sleep.