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Whumpril Day 4: Needle
Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch
Warning: Medical trauma
Summary: Echo goes to the doctor and it doesn't go well.
Echo hated going to medical centers. He wouldn't have gone if Rex hadn't made him. As soon as he stepped foot in the doctor's office he was already panicking. No one could go with him. The clone thought of reaching out to the batch to see if one of them could go but it felt so silly to do so. Why would he waste their time like that? What if they thought differently of him? Trying to shake the thoughts from his head Echo sat down. He was called back not soon after.
Stepping inside the white room sent a chill up his metal spine. He felt his chest tighten. It looked so different from the room he was experimented on in but felt so similar. The doctor was nice enough which put his mind at ease a little.
Then she said that he needed his blood drawn for some test and he froze. Just the word test frightened him. Drawing blood required a needle. Echo never liked to admit it but he was scared of them.
The movement from the doctor opening a draw for the materials needed made Echo jump. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.
"Ye..yeah." he stuttered.
The doctor turned around and introduced him to roll his sleeve up. Hesitantly he complied. She tied an electric band around his arm then rubbed an antiseptic on the part she needed to.
As soon as Echo saw the needle panic overtook his mind. Thinking looking away would help he did. Then he felt the needle pierce his skin.
Before his mind had a chance to react his body did. Echo jumped back, pulling his arm towards him. This jammed the needle further into his arm. Blood flowed from the injury. He stood and cornered himself by accident.
"Not again, not again" Echo whispered.
"What do you mean Echo?" The doctor asked.
He didn't respond. Instead he pulled the needle out of his arm with his teeth. The needle landed on the floor and the noise, though not very loud, was terrifying. The experiment had heard it many times.
Echo's mind was flooded with memories from Skako Minor. He didn't have many but the ones he did he could feel. The needles and scalpels stabbed at him all over again. Sinking to the floor Echo forgot where he was. He was safe in a doctor's office with a woman who had given him no reason not to trust her.
The doctor kneeled down and tried to comfort him. "It's okay" she spoke kindly. "You're safe." The women talked to him until he was able to relax a little.
"How about we schedule a time to do those tests? That way you can prepare, yeah?"
"That sounds.. okay. I apologize for earlier."
"It's okay. I completely understand. Trauma is not something that's easy to get over. I'll do whatever I can to make you comfortable next time."
"Thank you."
Echo decided he would get in contact with Wrecker and ask him to come with him next time. It may not be the best idea but he could hold Echo down. Wrecker agreed quickly even though he wasn't fond of the idea of holding him down like that. Wouldn't that just be worse? The appointment would be in a week. They would just have to see how it goes.
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Her name is Doc
Some sketches with Jon.
Jon Snow: “All the best swords have names, you know.” Arya Stark: “Sansa can keep her sewing needles. l’ve got a Needle of my own.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jwm1yHy-0A
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, even Sansa.
Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people.
Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.
This one will scan (in person) using QRdroid for android phones, but none of the free iPhone apps I had (Qrafter, Scan and QRreader) can read it. This one (R) is done in a composite stitch - French knots pinned in place by split cross stitch (the two strands of each arm of the cross stitch fall either side of the French knot). I couldn't find this stitch in any of my stitch dictionaries, but I'm sure someone must have thought of it before. For now I'm calling it French Cross Stitch, but if anyone knows another name for it, I'd love to know.
🪐 — EDWARD TEACH for izzy !
here’s the tragedy: a beautiful boy is sitting on your bed. he doesn’t tell you he loves you, but he does. devotion stronger than a cannon ball to the gut, the kind of it he would drown for, if only you asked. edward lays his head on the bed, eyes on the ceiling for a moment or two before turning them on izzy — the angle is a bit weird, and his neck will soon start to feel funny, but he makes it work somehow. ‘ whatever you want, really. just make it piraty enough. ’ he thinks on it, shakes his head and then turns to face the bed, elbows on it, one hand ending up on izzy’s knee for good measure. no, it’s not enough. he wanted this moment to be branded on both their minds, something undeniable, a tether and that only works two ways instead of just one.
' wanna do something crazy, iz? ’ a near whisper, as if they’re conspiring, or on the edge of something greater than themselves, his eyes now boring into izzy’s ones without pause. perhaps it’s the fading adrenaline from the earlier raid, but he feels a touch dizzy, as if drunk or feverish. ' do the same for me. mark me, make me yours. ’ this is not what captains usually ask of their first mates, edward is pretty sure, but he also couldn’t care less. carve your name into my arm and lick the blood from it afterwards, only then will i know we are inextricably bound.
IT IS NOTHING LESS THAN A BLESSING to have edward’s eyes on him. despite his father’s attempts, izzy had never become a religious man. how could he believe in anything greater than this ? when edward looks at him, he knows that there is nothing in any heaven that could hope to match the rush he feels, nor is there anything from any hell that could keep izzy away from him now. ‘ want to do something crazy ? ’ edward asks him, & he doesn’t even have to consider it before he’s nodding — he’s already crazy for him. but it’s what comes next that shocks izzy into stillness, a breath pulling sharply into his lungs when edward says ‘ make me yours. ’ & for a moment, he is certain he must have misheard. he belongs entirely to his captain, of course. that much felt so obvious that it went without saying, especially now that he wore the proof of their bond plain on his face. but the idea that edward wants to belong to him, too is something izzy has never expected, & surely never dared let himself hope for. there is nothing he would not do for his captain if it was asked of him. but this is something he would actually ask for, if he could ever manage to find the voice to speak with. ❝ edward, ❞ is all he manages at first. & when izzy says his name it sounds rather like a prayer. & then he moves, eager to take the opportunity before edward loses that manic look that izzy loves so much. not a moment later, his captain is laying out on the sleeping bunk instead with a bottle in his left hand, his first mate perched loyally at his side. edward’s right arm is extended out so that izzy can hold the hand firmly in his left, with the needle re-inked in his right. & in spite of the adrenaline that’s running through him, his grip is steady, just as he promised. ❝ i’m going to put the first one right here, ❞ he says, tapping a smooth spot on the back of edward’s hand near his wrist. ❝ if you like it, you can have more. but this one here, this is ours. this one will be just for us. ❞ & then izzy catches his captain’s eye one final time before the needle descends, smoothing the place he plans to press their mark into with soothing strokes of his thumb. ❝ & don’t bite your tongue off, ❞ is his final warning before leaning forward & pressing the first beads of ink beneath his skin.
grab your needles, we’re letting hozier and sleep token rewrite our brain chemistry in efforts to fortify the threads holding us to who we knew we were in our core. what we’ve always believed has always existed, even if we needed to create it with our hands and our mouths. it was inside us always.
Here's Stitches, the character from the making-of post
Again, this character was designed by my sibling @nerdbabelovesyou
They made it as sort of a sibling character to my usual persona. It also has a lot of nerdbabe's traits and other ideas, and it's their doll now, so if you want more lore on them, go ask there. I think they also plan on making another outfit or two for them.
Because we're siblings, Stitches still lives in the same house I do, so there's a chance I'll do some animation with them, or at least feature them in some more pictures later.
Drew Scarecrow for an art trade with a former friend
