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goldenempyrean · 3 months ago

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Tricks, Treats, and Tissues

〚 Notes - Haven't written in a while but wanted to get something done! I missed these two so here we go! :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Maya Bishop x Carina Deluca 〛

〚 Summary - Halloween means fun, spooks and parties... well, if only somebody was feeling well enough. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3,256 〛

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Trees swayed in the crisp early morning breeze of that Autumn morning. The sound of a beeping alarm roused Carina from her sleep, yawning and sighing contently as she sat up and stretched out her arm to silence the alarm.

Rubbing her eyes, she looked over, expecting Maya to be doing the same but the blonde was still out cold. One of her arms was loosely hanging off the edge of the bed as her messy bedhead sprawled on the pillows.

The OB allowed herself a small smile before gently squeezing her shoulder, “Come on sleepy girl, you’ve gotta wake up now baby.” She cooed quietly, continuing to lightly massage her shoulder until Maya made a small, sleepy noise of irritation to indicate she’d woken up.

Maya groaned softly, squeezing her eyes shut and nuzzling further into the pillow as if she could stave off morning for just a bit longer.

The brunette chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. "Alright, alright, I’m up," Maya mumbled, pushing herself up slowly. Her hair was still a wild mess, and she blinked at Carina with groggy, half-lidded eyes.

It was only as she sat up however that Maya noticed the dull throbbing of her temples, an indication of what was to come. She cursed to herself inwardly; she’d been in the clinic a few days ago and had been on the majority of Aid-Car calls, and the vast majority being for person with symptoms of the flu... She sniffled, already feeling some congestion building at the front of her sinuses. It wasn’t hard to work out that she was getting sick.

As she swung her feet over the side of the bed, Maya’s eyes glanced up to the two costumes hung neatly on the back of their bedroom door. Shit. She’d forgotten about the party tonight that Vic and Travis were hosting - her and Carina had bought matching zombie costumes to wear together.

Carina had picked them out herself and had spent hours planning how to do their makeup. Simply saying she was excited was an understatement. It was why Maya instantly knew that she couldn’t let her girlfriend find out about this. She knew what the brunette was like, she’d insist on staying home and missing out, but all Maya wanted was for her to enjoy herself tonight.

The blonde took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tickle in her throat as she stood up. She glanced at her girlfriend, who was already gathering towels and humming softly as she prepared for their morning shower. Carina’s enthusiasm was unmistakable; her energy brightened the room as she practically bounced toward the bathroom.

She was just about to follow her in with a desperate tickle ran down the bridge of her nose, she barely had enough time to bring the hem of her shirt over her nose before- “HhhhMpp’shhu!”

“Bless you!” The Italian’s warm voice called the bathroom just before the sound of running water began out, steam rolling out into the bedroom from the open, “You joining me in here?” There was a hopeful tone to her voice, one the firefighter couldn’t resist.

Within 5 minutes she was under the warm water, closing her eyes as it ran down her body. Still, she couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily as Carina ran a hand around the front of her stomach, pulling their bodies together.

“Mmh?” She moaned quietly, opening her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at the smiling brunette.

Carina smiled, grabbing the shampoo, and squirting some into her hands, “You’re cute when you’re groggy bambina.” She cooed before beginning to massage her hand through Maya’s scalp, gently washing her thick hair. She felt the younger woman lean against her as she continued, humming quietly to herself as she finished washing her hair.

They swapped positions, Maya wanting to return the favour. The blonde was lost under her touch but jumped as she felt two hands suddenly grip her hips. Carina squeaked a little as Maya abruptly hitched forward with a set of itchy sounding sneezes against her shoulder, using the woman to keep her balance.

“Ugh, excuse me baby.” Maya sniffled a little thickly afterwards, “Shampoo tickled me.” She quickly offered an explanation before clearing her throat and continuing.

“You’re okay, don’t worry,” Carina soothed, turning to press a soft kiss to the surgeon’s collar bone. She hummed at the subtle warmth coming from her skin but said nothing as the two finished up their shower and began getting ready for work.

Luckily, it was only a short shift, they’d both already arranged cover in preparation to head out tonight. Still, the idea of Maya dragging her arse round the station for 10 hours wasn’t exactly appealing, she stifled a groan as she dried herself on and pulled on her clothes, her muscles feeling tight and knotted as she moved.

The drive to work wasn’t awful. She did her best to match the blonde’s bubbly attitude, chiming in every now and then as Carina excitedly explained her plans for the day. She’d organised some sort of event for the kids on her ward and couldn’t wait to get it started. The blonde nodded along; she found it adorable how somebody could get so excited about a holiday. It wasn’t like she didn’t care; in fact, Maya did often enjoy jumping out and spreading the seasonal spooks, but it was just hard to be excited with a throbbing headache drumming at the front of her sinuses.

By the time they’d arrived, Maya had almost drifted back off as her head rested against the cool passenger window, “Have a good day bambina.” The two exchanged a small goodbye, the blonde kissing her girlfriend on the cheek before climbing out of the car and waving off her girlfriend as she drove off.

The cold air nipped at her skin and she quickly headed inside, wasting no time in heading inside that station at the hope it’d warm her up a little. Once she was in the changing rooms, the firefighter let herself relax a little, her tense shoulders slumping as she momentarily sat down on a bench.

She let out a congested sigh as she stretched up and pulled her sweater over her head as she grabs her uniform. But she tugged her sweatshirt off, she felt the telltale tickle creeping up her nose again, her breath hitching before she could even think to cover. She quickly pulled the sweatshirt up in front of her face, her shoulders hunching instinctively.

She buried her face into the fabric, muffling a series of sneezes that left her sniffling thickly, the sweatshirt doing its best to shield her from making too much noise, “Fuck…”

Maya took a deep breath as she wiped her nose on her sleeve with a grimace, feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over her. She tossed her sweatshirt into her locker and finished changing into her uniform, her nose still prickling from the lingering itch.

The morning seemed to crawl by as the blonde made her way through a seemingly endless set of drills, apparently Sullivan wasn’t in the mood for a light, low effort day – not surprising. As she struggled to catch her breath, the fluorescent lights above only seemed to amplify her headache. Trying to keep a low profile was proving to be increasingly difficult as the growing ache at the back of her throat has her ducking into her elbow with rough, increasingly congested-sounding coughs, earning her side glances from the rest of the team who knew Maya usually breezed through these sorts of things.

Finally though, the klaxon blared with on oncoming call and the drills were forgotten as the team rushed to clamber into their gear and engines as they raced off to the scene.

By the end of the call, Maya felt like her entire body had been backed over by a truck. Dull aches ran over her entire body, and she’d had to change her shirt since she’d sweated through her first one despite the fact she felt utterly freezing.

“God, I just need a minute.” She muttered to herself as she grabbed a bottle of water from her locker. The room seemed to spin as she took a sip, and the urge to sneeze was once again prickling at the edges of her already raw nose.

She ducked into her elbow with a damp set of sneezes, the sound clawing at her throat. The firefighter groaned to herself, grabbing a tissue from a nearby box and giving a thick, congested blow, grimacing at the sound she’d made as she threw her soggy tissues in the trash.

“Damn, you sound horrible Bishop.” A sudden voice made her jump a little, Andy standing behind her with her arms crossed, before reaching forward to hand her another handful of tissues, “You even good to be here?” She asked, reaching up to press a hand to her forehead which she quickly ducked out of the way of.

“I’m fine.”

The thick sniffles that followed did little to plead her case. Hererra gave her pointed a look and she blew her nose once more, giving a small, defeated mumble, “It’s not that bad.”

“Shouldn’t your girlfriend be doting on you or something?” She rubbed her as she came to sit beside the blonde.

Maya looked up at her for moment before diverting her eyes, gazing to the ground, “Carina doesn’t know. She’s been so excited for this halloween thing tonight, if she knew then she wouldn’t any even about going.”

“You can’t tell her… please. Plus you know Sullivan’s got it out for me at the moment after that last scene. I can’t just go home.” She did have a point there. Her exhaustion had caused a silly error – nobody was hurt and things resolved but the Captain was not pleased.

Andy didn’t look convinced but she seemed to mull it over for a minute before he finally sighed in resignation. “Alright, fine. I won’t tell anyone,” She grumbled in defeat, her voice dropping into a more concerned tone, “Only, on the condition that you’ll take something - at the very least drink some tea. Seriously Mai, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Promise,” Maya nodded, managing a faint smile that quickly faltered as another prickling itch flared up in her sinuses. “H-hold on… I hh- nee-need to- Hhh’ESHHHoo! She sneezed openly down into her lap this time, too exhausted to keep her usual efforts to muffle the sound.

Herrera shook her head, muttering something about her stubbornness before standing, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze as she headed off.

After another few hours of struggling through calls, Maya was feeling worse than ever. She couldn't tell if the constant chills were due to the station’s air conditioning or her worsening fever, and her headache now throbbed with every step. Her limbs felt weighed down by bricks, and she’d started shivering so hard that she could barely hold her pen steady. This wasn’t just a cold; the surgeon was half sure she had a raging sinus infection on top of this damn flu.

It was clear to anyone she was ill. Warren had already began nagging at her to leave for the past few hours, she’d had to stop several times to catch her breath and had ended up sitting out for the final part of the call. She was just about to head inside after they arrived back at the station when Sullivan suddenly stepped in-front of her, reaching forward to gently grab her shoulders to stop her from continuing, “Enough Bishop, wrap it up. You’re going home.”

Maya blinked up at him, her brow knitting as she tried to summon up some defence, but the argument died in her throat as she caught sight of her own reflection in a nearby glass panel. She looked just as terrible as she felt - pale skin and dark, exhausted circles under her eyes, cheeks tinged with an unhealthy crimson flush.

There really was no point arguing, the both of them knew that. She breathed in - as much as she could through her clogged sinuses. At the corners of her eye, she could see Andy giving her a sympathetic look as she came over to join them, “Go home Maya. We both know you’re too sick to be here right now. You’re gonna get yourself or somebody else hurt.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, her voice catching in her throat a little and she muffled a short cough into her elbow. She really didn’t have the strength to argue anymore, not when the room seemed to be spinning around her.

“I’ll help her with her stuff.” Andy explained to Sullivan as she wrapped her arm around the blonde’s waist nudged her towards the lockers, lending a hand as she gathered up her stuff, “You know you can’t go out like this tonight.” Andy went to pull out her phone to order her an uber, “Carina won’t mind if you cancel.”

Maya had just finished ducking into her arm was a harsh cough, “I know but she’ll be disappointed, even if she says she isn’t. She’s been looking forward to it.”

“Rather be disappointed then have her girlfriend pass out.” Gibson’s voice came from behind them, leaning against a support bean as she joined the conversation, Maya gave him a look to back off but he only smirked as he reached into his pocket to pull something out, “Candy?” He offered a handful out, not taking no for answer and putting some in her pocket.

That earnt him a smile - a small, stuffy, exhausted smile but a smile nonetheless. “You’re exhausting.” She grumbled, getting the last of her stuff from her locker.

“You’re exhausted.” Andy pointed out, as she looked down at her phone and ordered an uber.

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By the time Maya made it home, she felt like a ghost of herself. She fumbled with her keys, her vision blurred from fatigue and fever, so much that she didn’t even notice Carina’s car parked in the driveway. Her head was spinning with a haze of exhaustion as she stumbled through the door, desperate to collapse into bed and pretend she wasn’t feeling this awful.

“Hh’ETSCHuu!” She couldn’t hold back the sneeze and barely managed to turn away in time, doubling over slightly as she sneezed once, then again, unable to muffle them. The firefighter groaned thickly, leaning against the wall and sliding down as a wave of dizziness ran over her - a thick, damp cough rattling from her lungs.

Just a few feet ahead of her, Carina frowned, she’d been standing in the doorway to their bedroom, having a perfect view of the whole thing. Her last surgery had been cancelled and she’d gotten home a few hours ago. “Maya Bishop,” Her voice was dripping with concern as she stepped out with her hands on her hips, “You got something you want to tell me?”

Maya froze, caught in the act, her cheeks flushed as she lifted them from her hand and looked up at her, “Carina! You’re, uh... home early.”

“Uh-huh.” Carina folded her arms, trying to hide her concern. She stepped closer, kneeling down to place a gentle hand on Maya’s forehead. “Bambina! you’re burning up.”

Maya pulled out a small piece of candy from her pocket and offered it to her, “Trick or treat?” She rasped, hoping to get away with it - she didn’t.

Carina narrowed her eyes a little, her frown crinkling as she gave her a look that said, “I’m not letting this go.” but nevertheless she unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth, unable to hold back a subtle smile as she enjoyed its sweet taste.

The enjoyment was lost a few moments later however when she watched Maya duck into her hands with a damp sneeze.

“God bless you! You sound awful sweet girl.” Carina murmured, extending a hand as she supported the blonde in standing back, instantly bringing her hand to support her waist when she wobbled a little, “Come on, let’s sit down for a sec, yeah?.” She guided her girlfriend over to the sofa, making her sit on the sturdy arm as she checked her over.

“So how are you really feeling?” The brunette reached forward to cup her face, her thumbs gently moving over her cheeks and sinuses instantly recognising the congestion she was holding, “Oh baby, you do not feel good at all, do you?”

The firefighter shook her head, “I just wanted to be okay for tonight…” Her voice broke as she rasped, a painful cough rising from her chest.

Carina’s heart softened, a small sympathetic sigh escaping as Maya looked up at her through glassy, feverish eyes. “No stupid party is worth you getting so sick sweetheart. You shouldn’t have even gotten out of bed today.”

Maya went to argue her chase but the deep itching at the bridge of her nose snatched her breath as she sneezed again, the action being followed by a congested sounding cough.

“Bless you, poor thing,” Carina whispered, her voice brimming with sympathy. “That’s it. Let’s get you into bed, okay?”

Maya just nodded miserably, unable to deny how much she just wanted to curl up and let the world disappear. Carina helped her up, keeping a steadying hand on her waist as they moved to the bedroom, and soon had the brunette had settled under the blankets, tucking them snugly around her. “Wait here, I’ll be right back,” The Italian promised softly.

She only took a few minutes to gather up some essentials, tissues, lozenges. The brunette also made sure to grab one of those little fever gel patches from their first aid kit as well as the thermometer they kept in there.

Soon enough, she was back by her side, rolling the thermometer across her hot, damp forehead. She sighed at the high number before peeling off one of the patches and gently laying it across before running her hands through her messy hair, “You really know how to overdo it, don’t you? Silly girl.”

Carina felt herself sigh again as she crawled up into bed and let herself sit next to Maya, smiling when the brunette leant against her. She stayed quiet for a moment, her hand still trailing through her hair. “You should have taken care of yourself first,” The OB said softly, her voice low and soothing. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“You were just so excited; you love all the holidays. I just wanted you to enjoy the night.” She sighed, looking up at their costumes still hanging on the back of the door.

The brunette reached down to cup her face, tilting her chin to look her girlfriend in the eyes, “I’ve told you already, nothing is more important than you. I’d pick staying here, cuddled up over heading out to a party any day.”

Maya let out a soft, tired chuckle, the sound echoing in her chest. “Even if it’s just the two of us and a box of tissues?”

“Especially if it's just the two of us and a box of tissues.” Carina smiled back, reaching down to pull her laptop onto her lap, turning on Netflix and scrolling through to pick the brunette’s favourite spooky movie, “Happy Halloween, bambina.” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair.

“Happy Halloween.” Maya replied, her voice soft and sleepy, her hand finding Carina’s and intertwining their fingers as she finally let herself relax into her hold.

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