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She Needs Help- Part 6

I think this is going to be the last part in this series, unless I get a new idea for another chapter. I've fully loved writing this and the feedback has been absolutely amazing, thank you all so much. I hope you like it.

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Summary: Evan loves his wife more than anything and he will do whatever he can to get her help when she starts having strange symptoms and no doctor can find a diagnosis. Or treatment. And her health is only getting worse.

Enjoy.

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With her tongue poking between her teeth, (Y/n) pressed the heel of her left hand against the top of the page to keep it still so she could try and finish what she had been writing.

One week on the anti-inflammatory meds combined with the new targeted meds to combat her auto-immune disease felt like something had been unlocked in (Y/n)'s mind. After four days, the lock inside her brain opened and it felt like she had broken out of a hardened mould. She could move her body, her arms, legs, neck and jaw no longer felt stiff and tense and even her tongue was now under her own control to speak.

Her speech was slurred, it felt like she had been given an injection to numb her tongue and throat and it was taking a while to wear off, but Doctor Hardin had signed her up for speech therapy. Her speech was the quickest thing to come back to her rather than her muscle movement. She had been reassured that she would gain back full control, but it was starting from scratch.

(Y/n) had to learn how to reach and grasp things, how to walk again like a toddler and how to hold up her own weight and stand on her own two feet without help, something she couldn't do yet.

She would go through all the therapy and she wouldn't moan about how long it took to get back to her old self, as long as this nightmare never repeated itself.

"Does that look any better?" She held the paper out towards her dad who studied it like it was an essay he was grading before a smile broke out on his face.

"Now that looks like it says Evan Buckley, that's eligible." Bobby handed her back the paper with a nod of his head. He could read what she had written down and that was a very good start. She had enough control to try and write cursive letters again and her writing didn't take up half the page, it was a lot smaller than it had been meaning she had more precision. It was still going to take time for (Y/n) to write properly and she would most likely have a new writing style and penmanship, but none of that mattered.

"Knock knock,"

(Y/n) put down her pen and started to rub her hands over the tray when Doctor Hardin walked in.

"How do you feel today, (Y/n)?"

"I feel great," She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and bit back a smile, she didn't want to jinx herself but she did feel much more like herself. The headaches had dulled down, she hadn't had a seizure in four days and she could read and somewhat write again. Everything was going back to how it should be.

"That's good to hear, now I have some important documents for you to take a look at,"

Upon his words, Bobby narrowed his eyes and moved to sit down on the edge of the bed next to (Y/n). He reached his arm across the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders and tilted his head over to see the clipped papers Doctor Hardin set down on the tray in front of her.

What papers was he giving her?

Anything that needed to be signed had been signed by Evan, either because (Y/n) was incapacitated with seizures or was too confused to understand or because she consented but couldn't give verbal recognition or write her signature. Evan had signed for Doctor Hardin to give her anti-psychotic meds, for him to do all of the scans and procedures he came up with. He had to sign the okay to double her diazepam meds for her seizures when they got worse.

Evan had been panicked that one day soon he would have to sign for life support or to turn it off. That had been his biggest worry.

There shouldn't be anything else (Y/n) needed to sign which made a spark of worry bubble up in Bobby's chest.

"Discharge papers? I… I can go home?" (Y/n) dropped the papers and let her dad pick them up with eagerness tingling through his palms. She could actually go back home after living here for over a month? She was well enough to leave and hopefully never have to be admitted for this problem again.

Part of (Y/n) thought she would never get to see the inside of her apartment again. When she became locked in, she committed herself to the thought that she was going to die in these four walls and never be back in her own bed with Evan or be surrounded by her family in her own home. The hospital felt more like home when she was in this half immobile state.

"We can take her home today?" Bobby couldn't stop himself from smiling and he fought hard not to cry. His little girl could go home, that proved she was getting better.

"You can indeed. We need to keep up your speech therapy and physio sessions, you'll regain every ability you lost but it will take a couple more months, but you have all the time in the world to recover and I think you'd fare better at home than in here."

Being at home would speed up (Y/n)'s recovery, she would be in a familiar setting and it would help her loads more. She could work to getting herself in and out the bathroom unaided, she could try making herself drinks and food and cleaning and being more active. Being helped up and down the stairs would improve her muscles and keep her strength too.

There was no point staying in the hospital any longer when they were one hundred percent certain what the problem was and how to treat it. Now she was out of the critical zone, she was safe to be discharged.

"And the medication, does she still have to take all of them?"

"Another week or two for the seizure meds, just to be safe and until the immune medication is properly in your system, then we can wean you off those. The headache ones we can start weaning you off today, but the immune ones are permanent. You cannot stop taking them for any reason, we might need to adjust them in the future but without them, your blood will attack your brain again."

"That's fine by me."

(Y/n) could understand that. She had no qualms taking medication for the rest of her life if it allowed her life to go back to normal and kept her body healthy and stable.

The seizure meds wouldn't be needed once her condition was properly managed and the headache ones weren't needed anymore either. As long as she continued with her main medication, her life would be back on track and this would be nothing but a bad memory, a detour in her life she was never going to go back down again.

"I don't know how to thank you," Bobby held out his hand towards the doctor who had done him the biggest favour in the world. Without him, (Y/n) could have been dead by now, Bobby was certain he would have lost his daughter if Doctor Hardin hadn't believed her so quickly and done everything he could to find her a diagnosis.

And Bobby also knew the other person he would never be able to thank enough was Evan.

He had fought every person who came in his way, he pushed through each and every barrier. He shouted, screamed and raged his way to find a cure for (Y/n) when everyone else gave up on her. When (Y/n) was ready to give up, Evan was still trying. He was the other reason (Y/n) was still here right now.

"No thanks necessary, I owe (Y/n) my thanks for being so patient through all of this. An easy treatment for something we could have diagnosed a lot sooner." It was something relatively unheard of, something this hospital had never treated before, but it was still something easily diagnosed and easily treatable. The signs were there but it had taken a lot longer than it should of to get her the treatment she needed. She could have died waiting for an answer and that would have haunted Doctor Hardin for the rest of his life.

"Dad, can we go soon?" (Y/n) managed to wrap her fingers around her dad's arm and tugged it closer to her chest.

"I'll give Buck the call-"

"No, we have to go, now. I wanna surprise him."

If they left within the hour they would be able to get back to the apartment in time to surprise Evan. None of them had any idea (Y/n) would be discharged today so Maddie had taken Evan back to his apartment so he could shower, grab some fresh clothes and have a bit of rest before coming back to the hospital. This gave (Y/n) the perfect opportunity to get home and give her husband a big surprise.

"Okay, let's get you packed up."

When Doctor Hardin left them to pack, (Y/n) turned towards her dad who was busy throwing clothes, phone chargers and books into the duffle bag Evan had brought with him the other day.

(Y/n) pinched the top of her leggings and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, smiling to herself. At least she wouldn't have to get changed before they left, she was in a baggy pair of leggings and one of Evan's button up shirts.

She wheeled the desk tray closer to her until it was on her left side and she flopped her arms quietly on top of it to use it as leverage. Her feet stayed firmly planted on the floor, they weren't curling and bending beneath her anymore, but making them move was hard. Her legs still shook when she tried to walk and she couldn't hold all of her weight up like she wanted to. She was going to need a wheelchair for a while, and then crutches.

Her fingers curled around the edge of the tray and her upper body stooped over as her arms started to shake from the pressure of keeping her body upright.

Once she was stood up, (Y/n) pushed the tray a few inches ahead and dragged her body along with her, shuffling her feet instead of picking them up like the lady in physio kept telling her to do.

She moved closer to where her dad was arched over the chair, packing the bag with his back to her.

A grin spread across her face and she let go of the table and let her body move forward until she was able to reach out for him. Her arms bound around his lower torso and she pressed her cheek into his back, wrapping around him like a blanket as he jumped in shock and stood up straight.

Bobby reached behind him and held tight onto (Y/n)'s forearms so she wouldn't fall while he turned around slowly in her grip. A fond smile took over his face and he curved his arms around her back and kissed her temple.

She hadn't gotten up out of bed on her own until now.

She was definitely ready to go home.

The drive home had (Y/n) full of pins and needles from her shoulders down to her fingertips and even her feet were bubbling and fizzing like champagne was boiling through her blood. It was hard to control her breathing and even harder to stop her stomach from jumping and bursting with adrenaline when her dad finally parked up outside her apartment block.

(Y/n) unclipped her belt and pushed her weight onto the car door to get it open but her smile faded into a frown and she shook her head when she realised her dad had somehow got the wheelchair out of the car without her noticing.

"No, dad I'm not going up in that. You said you'd help me," Her lips pursed and her chin tilted down in a fashion that made her look rather like Bobby when he was giving out an order at the station. She wanted to go up and surprise Evan, turning up in a wheelchair wasn't exactly what she had in mind.

(Y/n) knew she couldn't walk properly yet and she couldn't even use crutches because she couldn't pick up her feet enough or keep her weight up on crutches, but her dad said he would help.

"We use this to get you up in the lift, I'll help you walk into the apartment, I promise." It was going to take a lot longer if (Y/n) was insistent on shuffling into the building and wobbling in the lift. Bobby would rather get her up safely in the wheelchair, then he would happily hold her weight and help her shuffle into her apartment to give Evan the big reveal.

"Okay,"

(Y/n) couldn't find it in herself to put up a fight when Bobby moved to help her out the car. She didn't want the struggle of trying to turn around and lower herself into the chair, that would be a bit too hard and time consuming when she didn't have enough upper strength in her arms yet. She fisted his shirt in her hands and let him lift her from the car, spin on his heels and gently ease her down into the wheelchair.

It was a good job her dad and husband were both firemen and were used to hauling bodies and weights around or (Y/n) would have felt too uncomfortable to have them lifting her this often.

When they came out the lift on the fourth floor, (Y/n) reached behind her and suddenly grabbed her dad's hand, causing him to stop a few feet away from the door. He could feel her beginning to shake and when he leaned over her shoulder to look down at her, he noticed fresh tears falling down the bridge of her nose.

"I d- I didn't think I'd ever come home," (Y/n)'s voice was nothing more than a whisper in the wind, but Bobby heard her.

He squeezed her hand tight and leaned down to kiss her cheek, unable to fight back his own tears. He couldn't tell her he'd faced that same dilemma only two weeks ago. Bobby couldn't admit that when he went to church to pray after seeing her immobile and unconscious in hospital, he had cried to his priest that he thought he was going to be planning his daughter's funeral in the upcoming weeks.

The biggest thing Bobby had wanted to do with (Y/n) was walk his daughter down the aisle. He had done that. He never thought he would bury his daughter in his lifetime and he never thought he would contemplate such a thought so soon after she got married.

Now he didn't have to think about that anymore.

"Are you ready?"

With a nod of her head, (Y/n) let go of his hand and grabbed the arms of the wheelchair to try and push herself up. She got so far before her arms started to shake and her elbows began to give out on her. Bobby swooped in and hooked his hands under her arms, slowly lifting her until she could slump her feet onto the floor and let him move behind her.

"Just like when you were little," Bobby whispered into her ear as his arms hooked around her waist and his hands clasped together just below her ribcage. He pinned her back up against his chest, kissed the side of her head and slowly walked forward while (Y/n) shuffled her legs to keep up with him.

It was mostly Bobby lifting (Y/n)'s weight and pushing her forward while she held his forearms and kicked her legs forward, but it was better than feeling broken and useless in the wheelchair.

Bobby handed (Y/n) his key to the flat and waited patiently while her trembling fingers rattled around the door until she could finally put the key in the lock and twist.

They both tried to open the door as quietly as they could but they didn't get one foot over the threshold before their eyes landed on Maddie sitting at the table opposite the door. She saw them immediately, gasping in surprise and spilling half her coffee on the table with shock. Something mixed between a scream and a surprised gasp were about to fly past her lips before Bobby moved one hand and pressed his fingers to his lips.

This was a surprise.

(Y/n) curled her fingers around his forearms and gave a light squeeze as he walked her into the apartment and Maddie pointed towards the stairs where her little brother was getting changed. She reached across the table and grabbed her phone, quickly fumbling to press record so she could capture the moment for them; she knew exactly how Evan was going to react.

With slow, calculated steps, Bobby walked his daughter forward until they reached the stairs. He waited for (Y/n) to curl her hands around the bannister and lean her weight onto it so she could stay upright before he dared let go. His hands moved to stay on her hips for a few moments just to make sure she could keep herself up and he turned to look at Maddie and nodded his head.

"Buck, can you come down? I've got something to show you," Maddie couldn't stop her voice from wobbling but she was smiling brightly while Bobby took a few steps back so (Y/n) could stand on her own and wait for Evan.

"You've got what?"

His fingers dragged through his hair, moving the damp curls so they flopped back on his head and stayed off his forehead as he moved towards the top of the stairs. He pulled his shirt down over the top of his jeans and rubbed the base of his hand against his eyes. What was she talking about? They had been here for over an hour, how could she now have something he needed to see?

Everything stopped when Evan moved down one step on the stairs.

It was (Y/n).

A fire sparked up in Evan's chest and burned down to his toes as his eyes blurred with tears but it didn't distort the image of his wife that was now imprinted on his mind. His wife, his girl, stood at the bottom of the stairs like she had been here all along and he just hadn't noticed her yet. Her arms were wrapped around the bottom of the bannister with her chin perched sweetly on top.

Her head was tilted to the side in that sweet manner that had her hair falling across her shoulder and her blushing lips were curved up on one side into a dazzling smile. While he could see she was biting the other corner of her mouth so she didn't smile too brightly and blind him.

His heels skidded against the stairs when he set off into a fast sprint to get down them as quickly as possible.

(Y/n) gasped and closed her eyes when Evan barrelled into her like a train going at full speed. Within a split second Evan had one hand cupping the back of her head and the other grabbed the back of her thigh and (Y/n) had to let go of the bannister instantly before he ripped her arms from their sockets.

He lifted her up from her feet and jogged a few more feet away from the stairs until he was stood in the middle of the apartment, cradling (Y/n) against his chest like he hadn't seen her in years, not mere hours.

She could feel his tears soaking into her neck when he buried his face into her skin and she bound her arms around the back of his neck and did her best to pull her legs up over his hips to make it easier to cuddle and cling to him. Her trembling fingers knotted into Evan's hair and she started to laugh when he spun round until she was dizzy and had to shut her eyes.

"You're home." Evan started to curl his fingers into her hair like he was massaging her head while his other hand moved up to cup her bum and hold her better so he didn't drop her.

"I've been discharged, I'm home for good."

No more hospital admissions. No turning up at the station paranoid out of her mind. No late night trips to A&E because of seizures or loss of limb function. No more voices in her head or confusion about the date and no more observation by family.

Home. Back to normal. Back to their lives.

"Am I dreaming?" Evan sniffed and tried to stop himself from digging his fingers in the back of (Y/n)'s neck to try and prove if he was having a vivid dream or if this was actually happening to him.

He brushed his nose against hers, waiting for her to mumble no against his lips before he leaned forward and devoured her lips like he needed to kiss them in order to stay alive. Her lips pushed against his, hot and wet with tears and he swiped his tongue against her lower lip before he took it between his teeth and bit down just a little.

"You're home," Evan breathed deeply, his chest heaving and his arms aching in the best possibly way, aching with the need to keep hold of his wife and never let her go. He could see his sister crying out the corner of his eye and he instinctively knew Bobby was standing somewhere behind him, but he couldn't focus on either of them when his wife was in his arms, shakily cupping his face in her trembling hands.

"I'm home, and I'm not leaving you again," Her lips crashed down on his and caused him to take a stumbling step back from her sudden force but it only made him grip her tighter and push back into her.

This was the best feeling in the world.

***

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, surprise me baby," Evan stooped over so his chest was leaning forwards and his bum was arched out. His hands clung to the two metal poles on either side of him and he bent one knee forward while his eyes stayed focused on his wife.

The smile wouldn't leave his face and his eyes creased at the corners from happiness while he waited to be impressed and stunned by her.

Evan had been alongside (Y/n) every step of the way.

He had been to every physio appointment she had even now when he was starting to ease himself back into work since (Y/n) was in no danger of becoming fatally ill again. He was always there by her side, watching her progress and grinning when she proudly showed him how much she was improving.

They barely needed the physio assistant anymore, all (Y/n) needed was her husband to be stood watching her and she felt like she could do anything. She would bend her legs, stand up and sit back down and practice doing it on her own to build her strength. She was lifting weights to get her arms and hands used to lifting and moving things again and she was making progress with learning to walk. It made her feel like a child when she had to walk and do baby steps, but it was still progress.

(Y/n) pursed her lips and looked at the metal bars she had been using over the last month and a half since she started physio.

They reminded her of something a ballerina would use to practice. There was a bar either side of her so she could start to walk and drag herself along from one end to the other.

So far all she had been able to do was shuffle her feet and keep herself upright, but now she wanted to walk properly. She wanted to lift her feet and move her legs and hold up her own weight rather than rely on the bars to do it for her.

Up to now it was as if someone had pressed pause on her life and was only now starting to play out again.

"Here I go," (Y/n) whispered more to herself than to Evan before she let go of the bars and straightened her back up so she was evenly stood on her own two feet, holding up her own weight. She had asked Melanie, the physio assistant, if she could give them a few minutes alone.

Her eyes focused solely on watching Evan's expression when she picked up her right foot and hazardly plonked it forward before doing the same with her left. She wobbled side to side like a toddler starting to stand alone and she could feel her hips starting to ache and her knees were straining to keep bending and moving forward, but she was beginning to walk unaided for the first time in two months.

For a few of the steps, (Y/n) knew she was dragging her feet rather than lifting them up and it was cheating, but she wasn't leaning on anything. This was her keeping her weight on her own legs and standing up straight, she could perfect her walking later. Right now her focus was doing this alone and reaching her husband.

“Catch me.” (Y/n) stated quietly with a smile as wide and broad as ever and when she was close enough, she threw her arms out towards Evan.

It was hard to walk properly when before, she never had to think about forcing her leg up forcing her feet to move one in front of the other. But she was walking again and to have her mobility back felt invigorating. Her arms swung around Evan's neck and her chest fell into his while his hands safely grabbed her hips and his fingers dug lovingly into her flesh.

A dopey sort of grin took over Evan's face and he laughed triumphantly when she fell into his arms like she belonged there all along. And he loved the way she poked her chin into his chest and tilted her head back so she could look up at him.

“There’s my girl.” Evan mumbled before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel her smiling into the kiss and he grazed his teeth over her lip, giving it a little tug before he pulled back to rest his forehead down on hers.

(Y/n) bent her knees to relieve the tension so it didn’t feel like she was standing up for too long but Evan was holding most of her weight making it a lot easier for her.

“Thank you. For everything.” (Y/n) pushed away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes and stared up at the one person who had gotten her to this point. She reached up to kiss the corner of his lips and brought one hand up to cradle his face in her hand when she could see he was about to cry. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

"You're my girl, I'd of burned the world down if it got you the diagnosis we needed."

He meant every word.

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