Macgyver And Jack

Macgyver and Jack

lay your bets as to who fell asleep first (I think Jack)

a lot of good points/reminders! I especially appreciate the personal experience anecdote, always helpful when going for more writing accuracy/descriptiveness.

some addendums. Blood will initially feel slick, and it gets just about everywhere. Thick/plush/layered clothes can hide serious bleeding, but otherwise I doubt someone would pass out specifically from blood loss before the blood is overtly visible.

more about bleeding! Venous bleeding (if a vein is hit) will often bleed more steadily and a darker color. However you can still get significant/concerning blood loss with venous bleeding, don’t need arterial for that.

Arterial bleeding (if an artery is hit) will often bleed in spurts! It will also generally be brighter. An artery is where you might see the dramatic “spraying” blood.

With writing stopping bleeding, the number one thing to remember is direct pressure. (BSI and scene safety aside) the first thing your character is going to need to do is to get pressure directly over the bleed. Sometimes that’s just pressing fingertips right over it. Don’t get too many diffuse layers on it (wrapping towels, etc). After it’s controlled/significantly slowed by direct pressure, a pressure bandage can maintain. Cauterization is fun for whump and all, but generally a very bad decision since you go from having to deal with bleeding to having to deal with infection, a bad burn, shock, and maybe still internal bleeding depending on the wound.

of course, that being said, write your characters doing or thinking what they would know to do. Someone not medically trained might not know how to apply good direct pressure, or might not know that cauterization is a bad idea, etc.

STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

another fun lil doodle/redraw (white collar S1E10)

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learning about poisonous plants is way more entertaining than I’d anticipated. The instructor is like “so anticholinergics can kill you, but we can use this cholinergic plant (that can also kill you, but in a cholinergic way) as treatment in clinical settings :)”

like imagine eating belladonna and the solution being “here, have some more poisonous berries” it feels like the equivalent to finding someone who is freezing to death and the solution being to set them on fire. I love it.

(suffice to say that none of this is medical advice btw, if you want to learn about poisonous plants please learn it from proper sources and not tumblr shitposts 😭)

“Hey! This is Jack the Dalton speaking. Probably couldn’t catch your call due to doing cool… bathroom tile salesman… stuff. Leave a message and I’ll hit you back up. Ciao!”

“I don’t know where I am right now.” Mac mumbled. He was aware he was slurring, slightly. He felt like he weighed a million pounds, or maybe like he’d been welded in place into his car. Immovable. Lethargic. His skin felt damp, he didn’t know if he was sweating or bleeding. He felt too cold to be sweating. “But I need help. Can you…”

Mac closed his eyes. Can you what? Find me? Not leave me? Just talk to me?

The voicemail beeped, marking an end to the message.

Mac redialed.

(Fanfic)