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I'm Scared- Part 2

Here is the second part to my Eddie Diaz imagine, thank you all for the lovely feedback on the first part. I hope you will all like this.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: All Hell breaks loose when, while on a call, a bomb blows up the fire truck and Eddie's wife ends up becoming trapped beneath it. And the team have to fight to get her out.

Enjoy.

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Eddie ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his head to one side. The strong smell of black coffee did nothing to wake him up and the caffeine wasn't making him feel any better.

He wasn't sure how long he had been awake for. He had done a twelve hour shift when the accident happened. (Y/n)'s surgery had taken all night and dragged on into the morning and Eddie couldn't sleep a wink through that time.

He'd been making phone calls, trying to get hold of (Y/n)'s parents, contacting his own parents down in Texas. He rang Chris to talk to him once Buck had graciously taken to look after him so Carla could go home. It had taken him half an hour to explain everything to Chris and calm his son down and reassure him that (Y/n) was going to be okay.

Chris had seen the news. He hadn't known it had been his step-mum who got hurt, but he had cried when Eddie told him it was (Y/n).

Now (Y/n)'s surgery was over but Eddie couldn't sleep. He couldn't risk it when (Y/n) hadn't come around from the anaesthetic yet. He needed to be the first one to talk to her and explain and reassure her that she was okay.

Sleep could wait.

He downed half the coffee in the flimsy paper cup, grimacing at the amount of sugar he'd needed to add to try and keep his system going. The coffee was nasty, it was vile and putrid, but Eddie needed something and the coffee machine was only down the corridor from (Y/n)'s room. He couldn't stray far and go to the cafeteria. He had to be close by.

He continued down the corridor back towards (Y/n)'s room as he hung his head.

Why did it have to be her?

How awful did that make Eddie for wishing it had been someone else- anyone else, but his wife? He would rather have watched the other members of his team suffer than (Y/n). Eddie would have taken her place if he could, he would have bared the pain and the weight of the truck crushing through his muscle and bone. He would have been plastered to the road in (Y/n)'s place if God would let him.

But no. No, it had to be the one person on the team who Eddie swore to protect with his life and love more than anything. It had to be the person who held his heart in her hands and subsequently broke it by being in so much agony where Eddie couldn't help her.

He took a deep breath to ward off the tears threatening to spill over and tried to head back to (Y/n). But as Eddie neared her room, he felt his heart give out an extra beat that slammed into his ribs and sent his body convulsing in retaliation.

The door was open. The emergency light above the door was flashing red. He could hear raised voices and equipment crashing about.

Oh God.

The coffee spilled down the grooves of his fingers and down the back of his hand when he tossed it down on the nearest table. He ignored the slight burn that sizzled into his skin and focused on pelting down to the room. His hand gripped the door frame and he used it to swing himself around to the left and blunder inside.

What were they doing? What was wrong? Had she had a complication? Oh God, (Y/n) hadn't suddenly coded, had she? Were they going to rescusitate her?

Eddie's eyes danced around the room, desperately trying to figure out what was going wrong and what they were doing to his wife.

He didn't know what to do with the sight in front of him.

(Y/n) was thrashing about on the bed so much that for a moment, Eddie thought she was having a seizure. But he realised that she was fighting. She was pushing off the hands trying to hold her down and stop her from getting up or moving too suddenly and hurting herself.

The oxygen tube that had been clipped beneath her nose had been thrown off the side of the bed. The heart monitor was now beeping furiously with a continuous red line because (Y/n) had taken the clip off her finger. Her trembling hands were trying to rip the blue and white stickers on her chest that were there for cardiac emergencies.

The scream she let out was broken and hoarse and it sent shivers right down to Eddie's toes that were twitching in his boots.

When she screamed again, Eddie broke out of his frozen stance in the doorway and hurried forward. He tried to nudge one of the nurses out the way without being rough or starting a fight himself. He weaved in between one of the nurses and the doctor who were clearly doing more harm than good by trying to push (Y/n) down rather than talking to calm her down.

"Sir, please-"

"She's my wife, let me calm her down." Eddie didn't give them much of a choice. He nudged the doctor until she moved out of his way and they switched places.

He wasted no time in lowering the frame at the side of the bed and he pushed it down so he could lean his hips onto the mattress and lean over (Y/n).

Her arms were trembling as she waved them in front of her and tried to bat everyone away from her. She wanted to sit up. She wanted to move. Wherever she was, (Y/n) knew this wasn't home and that was exactly where she wanted to be.

"Baby, baby it's me. Hey, it's me." Eddie caught (Y/n)'s wrists in his hands when she tried to lash out at him.

His voice did the trick in causing (Y/n) to finally stop writhing from side to side. Her eyes could barely stay in focus and it proved that she had only just come out of the anaesthetic. She had been murmuring and rousing for the last hour or two, but finally, she had woken up.

Her eyes roamed around until they finally seemed to settle on Eddie and she blinked furiously to try and stare up at him, but she could barely see with the fog rolling in on her mind.

Her fingers twitched and shook in his grip and when she brushed her finger along Eddie's cheek, his lips twitched and he leaned into the touch.

He turned his head so he could kiss her knuckles and his eyes focused on the cannula in the back of her hand. It was still in place. Now he knew why the doctor had been trying to grab her hand and stop her from lashing out; if that came out they would have a struggle getting (Y/n) to agree to let them put the needle back in her vein.

(Y/n) tried to let herself relax and focus on Eddie, but she could barely register Eddie's touch when all her other senses were on fire. Her head felt like it was being caved in by a hammer. She felt sick. Her nerves were being set on fire like fuses to fireworks that were about to explode.

Every noise sounded muffled and distant in her ears, but nobody was helping. All these strange people were grabbing at her, moving her, pinning her down, telling her to stop moving. Was she under arrest? Had she been kidnapped? What were they doing?

"Baby," Eddie gently lowered her hands so they were resting on her waist rather than being held up in front of her. But he could see that distant look in her unfocused eyes, as if she were drifting off into her own world.

A shudder tore through (Y/n)'s body when she closed her eyes and an image of Eddie flashed in front of her mind.

Eddie was screaming. His nails were piercing through her arms, yanking on them so much it felt like he was going to rip her arms from their sockets. He was pulling her across the road. He was crying. His voice was in her ears, whispering that everything was going to be okay now. He had her.

Then it ignited.

Eddie's lips rolled together and he couldn't help but wince when a broken sob bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she reached out for him. Her hands suddenly dug into his shoulders and she pulled on him enough to make him wobble and grab the bed so he didn't fall on top of her.

It hurt.

Her leg was on fire. It was being torn apart by rabid teeth. She could feel the blood acting as glue, sticking her to the concrete road that had grazed all down her body when she skidded out the truck. She could feel an immense weight crushing down on her leg causing pain to strike all the way up to her skull like knives slashing up and down her skin.

A murmur of 'oow' left her lips on repeat while she let go of Eddie's shoulder and tried to move her hand down her waist towards her thigh. She didn't have the nerve to lean forward and look. She couldn't move her hand an inch further down her thigh and see whether her leg was still connected or if she had a stump in its place.

(Y/n) didn't want to lose her leg. She didn't want to have to adjust to a life without her limb. She didn't want to be set back years and have to learn to adapt and walk with a prosthetic. She didn't want that much time off work or the threat of having to change jobs if she couldn't keep up with the team or was too much of a liability.

"Is- have- is it gone?" Words tumbled past her lips but her voice was no more than a whisper and she tried to sit forward again until Eddie leaned over her and nudged her back.

"No, no mi amor, you're okay. You haven't lost your leg."

Eddie hated that he had to reassure (Y/n), he hated that she was afraid she had lost her limb during surgery. He was furious that she had to have surgery at all. None of this was right, it wasn't fair and it shouldn't be happening to her.

His hands cupped her face and he smoothed his thumbs across her face and leaned over until their temples were pressed together. It allowed (Y/n) to copy his breathing pattern and she held her breath and let her system adjust when Eddie stole a kiss, wet with tears.

Eddie continued to cup her face, but he punctured his teeth down into his lower lip and leaned to the side just enough so (Y/n) could look past him.

Now she knew why they had all been preventing her from sitting up.

Her leg was in a cast. She hadn't felt it before, but there was a thick pot cast from the base of her toes, all the way up her leg and finished halfway up her thigh. It was almost the size of her entire leg and it was elevated with a sling to keep her leg from resting on the bed.

Why hadn't she felt that when she woke up? How was she going to move with that there? What was she going to do? How long would she have to be in here? Was that even her leg in there, or was this some kind of mirrage to sedate her and calm her down from a frenzy?

A flood wave of tears began to pour down her face as she thrust her head back into the pillow and dug her nails into Eddie's shoulders to pin him next to her.

How was she going to manage like this?

Tremors rattled through (Y/n)'s body that jerked forward like she had risen from the dead. It felt like she had been sinking into the mattress and hands had suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her free.

Her body began to shake and shallow, panting breaths ran away from her as she darted her eyes open and looked around the room. It took (Y/n) a lot longer than it should have to realise where she was and what was going on.

She was at home. She was safe. She was in bed.

Her hands shakily ran down her chest and her eyes closed and she dragged her fingertips down her thighs until they hit the unfamiliar, gritty pot stuck on her leg that felt like cement.

It was still there. Both the pot and her leg were exactly where she expected them to be.

Every time (Y/n) dreamed of the accident, something seemed to change. One night she dreamt her leg had been completely severed at the knee and she was staring down at a bloody, amputated limb that was still moving and twitching and bleeding. Another night, she dreamt that Eddie had grinned savagely at her before yanking on her arms, forcefully severing her from her mutilated leg.

Another night, she had woken up crying out for Eddie because in her dream, no one had been with her. She had been the only person in the truck when it crashed and no one knew she had been trapped. No one came to her rescue.

(Y/n) couldn't remember the dream tonight. Only flashes of red and blue lights flickering in the back of her mind.

She tried her best to take deep breaths, but it didn't help her chest that felt like it had been crushed and her body was still trembling. And when she pressed her hands down into the mattress, she cringed when she realised she was sweating. It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of water over her during her sleep.

She cast her eyes to the left but tears continued to trickle down her face when she looked over at Eddie. She didn't want to wake him. What good would that do either of them?

(Y/n) didn't want to go back to sleep. Not now her heart was racing and she could still feel the effects of whatever dream had plagued her tonight.

It wasn't as if she could sleep properly anyway. (Y/n) wanted to turn over. She wanted to twist onto her left side and huddle up in Eddie's arms. She wanted to burrow into his chest and have him wrapped around her. She wanted to cuddle up to him and lay like they normally did.

That wasn't possible right now.

The only way (Y/n) could lay was to lie on her back because the pot on her leg made it impossible to lay on either side. If she wanted to lay on her left side and face Eddie, (Y/n) had to keep her legs straight and twist her upper body and after a while, it really hurt her waist to be at that angle. She couldn't bear to try and twist to the right.

Her leg was constant agony. Some nights it felt like (Y/n) could pinpoint where each pin and bolt was in her leg with how her muscles throbbed beneath the cast. She wanted to scrape it off. She wanted to smash the pot and scratch her leg to ribbons and make it heal instantly so she didn't have to be in this agony anymore.

Her hands moved to rub all the tears from her face that now felt wet and hot to the touch.

She should go and sit in the living room. She should get a drink and move so she didn't wake Eddie; he needed sleep. There was no point lying here uncomfortably if her mind wasn't going to go back to sleep.

It took some effort to get herself sitting up and she braced her hands behind her so she didn't flop back on the bed.

She wasn't sure how to do this. For the last week since coming home, Eddie had helped her. He had been her strength, her momentum and her motivation for everything. He helped her in and out of bed, he was right there behind her when she was trying to walk using the crutches.

And especially when she needed the bathroom or to shower. Getting a bath was impossible, so they found a routine where she would have to stick her cast out the shower. Eddie stood right behind her letting her lean back into his chest, holding her up and helping her wash.

(Y/n) didn't want to keep relying on him. She wanted to try and do things herself so she didn't become a burden. Having Eddie tell her each time he helped her that he loved her made (Y/n) feel better, but she still felt like she was relying on him too much. She didn't want him to end up resenting her for how badly she needed help.

Creasing forward, (Y/n) tried to fold in on herself and she hooked both hands beneath her cast that seemed to weigh more than a person. Sometimes it felt like she was hobbling round with one of the team attached to her leg.

It took her a while to twist around and swing her leg over the edge of the bed without making too much noise or movement so Eddie stayed sound asleep behind her.

The crutches were right where she had left them, slumped up against the bedside table and (Y/n) reached out for one of them and hooked it beneath her right arm. She needed to get stood up and leant on this one before she tried to fathom how to get the other and move around without waking Eddie.

More tears flooded (Y/n)'s eyes when she managed to get up to her feet. She could barely put any weight on her right leg. Standing on two feet felt like she was standing one leg on hot coals that burned right up to her hip. The only choice she had was to hop on her left leg and keep her right leg elevated and practically useless until it healed.

(Y/n) bowed her head down and leaned to the left while her right hand clenched around the crutch so tightly she felt like it was going to snap.

Two hobbling steps away from the bed was all (Y/n) could manage on one crutch. She tried to turn to the right and reach out for her other crutch, but she made the mistake of putting the tiniest bit of weight onto the tip of her right foot.

The pain spread throughout her system like a wildfire and she shifted back onto her left foot a little too quickly for her balance to comprehend.

An ungodly crash rung out through the air when (Y/n) collided with the floor and the crutches hit the table and rebounded on the floor.

Shivers tore through (Y/n)'s body that was back to trembling again and when she heard Eddie gasp and bolt upright in bed, she wailed.

She couldn't do anything right. She couldn't get herself up out of bed without making a ruckus and now she had woken Eddie and unadvertently let him know that she'd had an accident. Her hands reached out to smother her face, causing each breath she took to come out in wheezes as she tried her best to hold in a scream.

When her elbow nudged against one of the crutches, (Y/n) grabbed it and tossed it as far as she could until it slid across the floor towards the bedroom door. She wanted to kick her heels and throw herself around like a child having a paddy.

"Baby?! Amor, what happened?"

Eddie's voice rung out through the air as he sat bolt upright and darted his eyes around the room. He felt mad as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness while he flung the cover off and twisted to kneel on the bed when he realised (Y/n) wasn't next to him.

He turned on the bedside lamp but as soon as his eyes set on (Y/n), his heart plummeted down to his gut and he clamped his teeth down into his lower lip.

He quickly clambered off the bed and knelt down next to her, nudging her other crutch out the way so he could try and move her. But before he could reach out for her, (Y/n) lifted her head off the floor and forcefully slammed it back down enough to make Eddie's arms coil into his chest in shock.

"No, n- baby don't do that, please."

Eddie's pleading only made (Y/n) cry harder and she rammed her head back again until Eddie slid his hand around and cupped the base of her neck to make her stop. She was going to give herself a concussion. He wouldn't be surprised if she had blurred her vision now and given herself a migraine after that.

His other arm curved around her and his hand planted down beneath her back so he could reel her up from the floor so she was sitting up.

(Y/n) tried to hide her cries by smothering her face into Eddie's shirt until she was barely able to breathe. She had already made enough of a noise that she might have woken Chris. She didn't want him to hear her cry. She had already cried in front of Eddie enough these last two weeks, she didn't want to cry this much anymore.

Eddie slid his hand up to cup (Y/n)'s head that he was sure would be aching now and he tilted his head down to smother his lips into her hair. He could feel (Y/n)'s arms shakily weaving around his chest so her hands were clutching his back. And when she shuffled closer, Eddie obliged and parted his knees so she could slot between his thighs.

He wasn't sure which one of them started to rock back and forth, but the swaying seemed to help. His fingers wove into her hair and he started rubbing his hand up and down her back in soothing circles.

"Where were you going?" He murmured softly as he leaned his cheek on top of her head and sank back on his heels to try and ease the tension on his knees. He wasn't used to kneeling on the floor like this.

"Couldn't sleep," (Y/n) hated the way she couldn't stop crying just for a minute so she could try and talk.

She kept her face burrowed into Eddie's chest for another minute until she found the courage to let her head loll back so she could look up at him. The understanding was written all over his face and it made her feel worse. She didn't want him to understand. She wanted Eddie to feel annoyed and frustrated for how often she needed his help and for waking him up in the middle of the night like this.

She nudged her cheek against Eddie's wrist and slid her hands from his back to hold his biceps instead.

"I'm- I'm gonna get some meds."

Her words caused Eddie to raise a brow and tilt his head to one side, but when she tried to shimmy out of his arms, he tutted at her. His arms tightened around her and he tugged her back into his chest so he could press a soft kiss to her temple.

If she thought Eddie was going to let her shuffle all the way to the kitchen then she was utterly mistaken.

Eddie didn't care if (Y/n) thought she needed to do this on her own or if she thought she was being a burden. She wasn't. He loved her more than anything in the world and he was going to look after her. He wouldn't let her suffer or do this on her own and if she needed his help for something, Eddie wanted her to ask rather than feel like she was being dependent on him.

"Baby, you're not shuffling into the kitchen… besides, you had all your meds before we went to sleep."

A horrible wail left (Y/n)'s lips and her fingers scratched down Eddie's biceps as she clutched him tighter. "It hurts! Eddie, please… oww, please,"

She needed more meds. She needed something to take the edge off. Falling had made her leg go blindingly numb, but now the pain was crashing over her in waves and she felt like her leg was about to be severed all over again. She wanted it to stop. The pain was overwhelming. (Y/n) needed something.

"I know, I know." Eddie pecked her burning temple again as he took to swaying them from left to right as (Y/n) burrowed tighter into his chest.

(Y/n) cringed at the thoughts running through her head and she clung to Eddie tighter as if it would somehow make her mind give in. But maybe it would have been better if she had her leg amputated. Maybe it was more trouble than it was worth to have all these pins slotted into her bone and have her muscle stitched back together and her blood vessels reattached.

Maybe losing her leg would have been less painful than having to heal up all the different wounds splintered into her leg. Maybe recovery would have been less painful without her leg and the cast and pins and stitches and constant agony. Even if she would of had to start from scratch, that might have been better than this endurance.

"Let's go back to bed." The soft tone to Eddie's voice almost felt like a lullaby and (Y/n) tucked her face into his neck, pressing her wet lips against his skin. She wanted to agree, but she shook her head. She couldn't go to sleep. That was the whole reason she got out of bed in the first place; (Y/n) didn't want to go back to sleep and risk another nightmare. And it would take a long time for her to get comfy enough to sleep.

"I can't sleep."

"I didn't say anything about sleeping, mi amor. We can watch a movie, but we're not sitting down here for the rest of the night. Come on."

Eddie tried to loop (Y/n)'s arms around his neck so he could help her up, but she clutched at his arms and pressed down into his chest like she was trying to disappear.

"Baby…"

"I don't- I don't want to be a burden-"

"I don't wanna hear that."

(Y/n) shuddered when Eddie's hand moved around from cupping the back of her neck to cradle the side of her face which he angled up in his direction. She didn't have time to protest or gasp or cry when Eddie stole her lips with such fever her mind went blank and the pain circulating through her leg was momentarily blanked out.

It was as if he was pushing all of his love and emotions into the kiss, trying to convey hundreds of secrets into one loving, igniting touch. And when (Y/n) parted her lips, Eddie stole what little air she had left in her lungs and swiped his tongue across her lip like he was searching for more.

"I seem to remember my vows including sickness and health, so if you're not well, I'm taking care of you. Got it?"

(Y/n) didn't have the will to argue when Eddie leant his forehead against hers and spoke so quietly and closely that each word fanned across her lips and made her shiver. She managed to nod her head before Eddie stole another kiss and swiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

Her mind drew a blank when Eddie muttered "Good girl," against her lips which made her go limp. And he used that to his advantage to loop her arms around his neck while he pushed up from his knees and lifted (Y/n) up with him like she weighed nothing more than a bag of sugar.

It was as if Eddie could read her thoughts because when he climbed into bed after laying her down, he was already moving and shifting her around. He moved until he was sat directly in the middle of the bed, spreading each leg around (Y/n) so she was sat between his thighs. He leaned her back until she was settled against his chest with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her waist.

If she could only sit or lay on her back to keep her cast in place and prevent any further pain, then Eddie would lay like this with her. He would cocoon himself around her to make her feel better and if (Y/n) happened to fall asleep like this, then it was even better.

His fingers feathered up and down her chest and torso and his lips attached to her temple while (Y/n) grabbed the remote and turned the tv on low. Although she knew she wasn't going to be paying much attention when all her focus was going to Eddie right now and how he was holding all her broken pieces together better than the cast on her leg.

"I've got you, mi amor."

***

Running her fingers through her hair, (Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned against the wall for a moment.

God, she felt silly.

How could a firefighter like her, lose her momentum and strength after taking a shower?

It wasn't as if it was as much of a struggle anymore, now that she was able to shower without a large pot cast secured around one leg. She didn't have to shower with one leg sticking out and a bundle of towels on the floor to stop from flooding the bathroom. (Y/n) didn't have to worry about losing her balance or sheepishly asking Eddie if he would help her shower or get dressed.

She had been living in Eddie's clothes for a month while she had the cast on. She had barely left the house because all she could wear were her dresses or Eddie's lounge sets. Because Eddie's shorts were large on her and loose enough to be baggy over her cast. (Y/n) wasn't cutting up any of her leggings or jeans. Not for that damn cast.

But she thought it would be easier once the cast was off. (Y/n) thought she could move about easier, but her leg still felt like it was made out of clay that hadn't hardened yet. Putting too much weight on her leg made it ache and (Y/n) didn't feel like her leg could support her yet. The muscles were still weak and trying to reattach together and heal. Her nerves were still frazzled and her bone wasn't done healing around the pins.

(Y/n) tried to find her new sense of balance, leaning mostly to the left with only a little weight on her right leg. And she pushed off the wall that had been holding her up so she could try and walk down the hall.

She and Eddie had never been happier that they lived in a bungalow than the day (Y/n) came home from hospital. She couldn't imagine how much harder it would have been if she had to shuffle up and down a set of stairs. She would never come down. Scratch that, she would never get down on her own.

Her hand trailed the wall as she hobbled away from the bathroom and followed the sound of Eddie's voice that was humming through the air along to the tune on the radio.

She tried to take slow, deep breaths but it wasn't helping to calm her system down. Maybe the shower had been too hot. (Y/n) was starting to feel run down, and it couldn't simply be from how much effort it was now to get showered and dressed.

Her nose crinkled and her free hand moved to her chest as she twitched and tried to straighten her back to see if it would help, but it didn't.

"Eddie…?" Her eyes locked on his frame in front of the kitchen window. He had his back to her with one hip cocked out to the side and it looked like he was washing up.

"Hm?"

He grabbed a tea towel and dried his hands before he spun around, but the smile on his face faded when he looked (Y/n) up and down. It was normal to see her leaning to one side now, almost as if she had shifted and her foundations had moved. But it was the panic in her eyes and the worry lines sewn around her lips that put Eddie on edge.

"What's up?"

"My chest hurts," Her voice came out a lot croakier than she intended and she began rubbing her hand in circles across her chest to see if it would help ease the tension that was steadily growing.

The worry in Eddie's eyes made her stomach flip and she tilted her head back to look up at him when he stood in front of her. His hands cupped her face and his thumbs swiped across her jaw before he moved down to check her pulse while he stared into her eyes. Her pupils were constricting to the kitchen light and focusing on him which was good, but her pulse was high.

He took the chance to peck her cheek when she leaned into his touch and he managed a smile when (Y/n) leaned her cheek into his shoulder when he stood closer to her side. He placed one hand on her lower chest and the other against her back.

"Deep breath?" He murmured softly into the back of her head as he tried to feel if she had any tension in her chest.

(Y/n) tried, but she circled her right arm beneath Eddie's bicep and moved her other hand to smother a cough. She clung to Eddie tightly and let her weight slump into him as she tried to stop coughing. Each cough felt hoarse and made her chest tighten, all of which Eddie could feel.

She grumbled through a deeper breath when she finally stopped coughing, but the sight of her palm made a whimper tear past her lips.

"Eddie…" (Y/n) hated the tears that were already welling up in her eyes and she leaned her head up from his shoulder to look up at him. He didn't get chance to say anything before she held her trembling palm up for him to see.

She was coughing up blood.

"Shit!"

Her shoulders coiled inwards and she whimpered, hovering both hands in front of her mouth as another cough rumbled past her lips.

(Y/n) felt tears splashing down her face and she snapped her eyes closed, pulling her arms to imbed them into her waist. She could feel the blood coating her throat and welling up in her mouth, but it felt awful to have blood dribbling down her lips and splattering onto her palms. The taste was bitter like lemon zest and made her mouth tingle.

But the more (Y/n) tried to breathe, the more blood started to bubble up in her mouth and spill down her chin.

"Baby, baby just keep breathing as much as you can for me. Lean on me, look, we're going to the ER."

Something akin to a cry bubbled up with another spout of blood and (Y/n) gratefully took the tea towel Eddie placed in her palms. She pressed it to her mouth, coughing and spluttering as her head started to become dizzy and she felt like she was a balloon filling up with air. Or blood.

Her legs barely moved when Eddie cocooned both his arms around her waist and ushered her from the kitchen. He let her recline into his chest and he held up the brunt of her waist, becoming a driving force behind her to get her out the house faster.

He barely managed to grab his keys as he patted down his back pockets to make sure he had his wallet and his phone before they were stumbling out the door.

He swept his eyes up and down (Y/n) when she leaned into him a bit more and he suddenly noticed she had no shoes or socks on her feet. She was wearing leggings and one of his shirts, but that would have to do, they didn't have time to stop when she was now struggling to breathe.

He could feel (Y/n) shuddering in his arms and her knees started to bend like she wanted to slide down to the floor. She didn't hold the strength to keep hobbling forward anymore. All (Y/n) could do was tremble in Eddie's arms and splutter and grog into the tea towel that was quickly changing from grey to dark crimson.

"E- E-ugh… Eddie," It had never taken (Y/n) so many tries to say his name and Eddie hated the desperation that had his heart trying to reach out for her.

He cringed at her lack of air and moved round so he was stood just in front of her with both arms around her waist and her head now tucked up into his neck.

"It's okay, I've got you. You're gonna be alright, mi amor." He hushed against her temple as he continued walking with (Y/n) slumped into his chest and her feet just barely scraping the floor to try and help.

He had to get her to the hospital. He wouldn't come close to losing her; not again.

***

"Do you feel any better?"

Eddie dropped his head down into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and started peppering a few kisses to her skin. He tightened his arms that had been secured around her waist for the last hour or so since they had been moved into this room.

His thumbs started to stroke up and down her waist while his chest moulded over her back like he was a blanket trying to secure around her. (Y/n) had barely let go of him since they arrived and when she was finally assessed and given the medication she needed, she had reached out for Eddie. He sat down on the bed with her once she was transferred from the emergency room up here and he hadn't let go of her yet.

"Still tight," (Y/n) moved her free hand to weakly rub her chest over her sternum before she dropped her hand to her lap and let her head loll forward.

It was comforting to have Eddie's arms around her. (Y/n) knew if she slumped forward or fell back, Eddie would catch her either way.

And her lips curved into a tired grin when she felt Eddie's hand trail upwards until his hand was curled into a loose fist and he began rubbing the back of his knuckles up and down her chest. The feeling of his hand across her sternum made the tension ease a little and (Y/n) leaned into the touch while her fingers tapped against the tube in her hands.

When they arrived in the emergency room, they had quickly assessed that she was suffering a pulmonary embolism. A blood clot from her damaged leg had blocked her lung and burst a vessel.

The blood had been drained from her lung, she had been given a big injection of anti-coagulants to thin her blood and prevent any further clots.

(Y/n) could finally breathe again and she wasn't spewing blood into her hands or pawing at Eddie's shirt, begging through ragged breaths for him to hold her and help her. She was glad he was sat behind her so she didn't have to look at his blood-covered shirt that was going to have to go in the bin when they eventually went home.

"You sound a lot better now, baby." Eddie murmured into her neck while he closed his eyes and listened to each breath she took.

He could feel her breaths against his hand and through her back that was moulded into his chest. Even though she was still crackling and gasping every now and then, she was a lot better than when they arrived.

He knew she wasn't happy about needing to stay here until she was discharged in the morning. They had to keep her for observation to make sure no other clots happened.

And for the next four days, Eddie would be giving (Y/n) anti-coagulant injections to make sure this didn't happen again.

(Y/n) wasn't pleased that she was going to need blood thinners for the next three months. That was protocol after an embolism like this, but it meant she wouldn't be going back to work anytime soon, not that she would have been back with the state of her leg at the moment.

"This helps." She waved the plastic tube in her hand before moving it back to her mouth. The nurse had kindly offered her some gas and air medication.

It didn't exactly take the pain from her chest or the sting in her leg that was still forever present, but it loosened her chest. The nurse said she could use it as much as she wanted so (Y/n) was making the most of it. She had been given a powdered inhaler earlier to stimulate her airways into opening fully but it made her cough worse.

When she pushed back to sit upright, (Y/n) closed her eyes and let her head drop back onto Eddie's shoulder, causing him to straighten up against her. He continued gliding his hand up and down the centre of her chest while (Y/n) readjusted in his arms.

She dropped the air tube onto the side unit and curled both her arms around her waist to hold Eddie's hand.

It felt good to be able to bend her right knee again and move her leg rather than forever keep it stretched out in a pot that wouldn't move. She felt like she was doing yoga just by sitting with her knees raised.

She brought her legs up and crossed them beneath her on the bed and slouched her back into Eddie's chest while he leaned back and eased her with him.

"You good?"

She hummed and nodded into the crook of his neck while Eddie attached his lips to her temple and leaned his cheek on top of her head.

"Try and get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere." He could tell his words were comforting because (Y/n) relaxed into him and he felt her smiling into his neck.

As long as she had Eddie's arms around her, she knew she would be okay.

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The satellite dish at Camp Half-Blood would be better suited as a cereal bowl.

It hardly works. It catches a grand total of nineteen channels, twelve of which are news stations, and the final seven almost never have anything playing that’s actually worth watching. But the DVD player only ever works every third month, and the strawberry plants have to be watered, so on rainy days, the sixteen of them cram into the rec room of the Big House, organised, fight-reduction seating for as long as Nyssa can tiredly maintain it, and squabble over the remote.

“It’s my turn! Give it to me!”

“Quit whining you little twerp —”

“Will! Make her give me the remote!”

“Snitch! Snitch! Sherman, beat him up —”

Nico narrowly dodges Kayla’s dirty sneaker, sniggering to himself as Will and Sherman share, for perhaps the first time in either of their lives, an identical sigh of endless suffering, each grabbing one sibling and yanking backwards. They’ve really dug their claws in, so it takes a couple tries.

“Kayla,” Will warns, both hands clamped around her ankles, “if you don’t let go in three damn seconds —”

“Ellis sucks at picking channels!”

“Everybody sucks at picking channels! We got maybe four to choose from!”

“Seven,” correct several people at once.

Will rolls his eyes. “Forgive me. I forgot about the three toddler channels the rest of y’all babies are so enthralled by.”

“As if you don’t watch Sesame Street with as much childlike glee as the rest of us, Solace.”

“Can it, Diaz. Kayla, remove your nails from his face!”

A hand tugs on his sleeve. Nico glances over to find Austin’s big, pleading eyes, and since he is a massively weak loser, apparently, he sighs, mouth twitching when Austin wiggles happily, and plunges his hand into the nearest shadow.

He digs around for a second, trying to orient himself, and smirks when he sees his hand reappear across the couch, right in between Kayla and Ellis’ heads. He waits, watching for a break. Austin watches carefully next to him, hands still around his other wrist, and when the timing is right — a twitch in Kayla’s knee indicating an oncoming kick that even Will won’t be able to stop — he squeezes. Nico darts between them, snatching the remote for himself. He passes it to Austin with a wink. Austin points it to the TV immediately, clicking it to what everyone has aptly named the ‘Grandma Channel’ — twenty-four-seven footage of gardening set to quit jazz.

Thirteen groans — one cheer by Miranda, their lone ally — sound at once.

“You’re weak as all hell, di Angelo,” Billie informs him, obviously a fake gardener. Shame.

He makes a face at her.

Despite their troubles, the peace of the Grandma Channel does not last. In what can only be a coordinated attack, Nico and Austin are lulled into a false sense of security, entranced by a particularly satisfying timelapse of a grape vine, and when their guards are down, they are ambushed. With a deafening war cry, Harley is flung bodily on top of the two of them, landing with two gleeful elbows to Nico’s shoulder and Austin’s ribs, rendering them breathless and perhaps even close to death.

“No maiming,” Austin protests, wheezing.

“I’m telling Chiron,” Nico agrees, similarly struggling to reinflate his lungs. He glances at his medic boyfriend, also known as Judas, who only shrugs, smirking. His thumb is notably smeared with grease, a consequence of touching Harley no matter how many times Nyssa forces him to shower. Traitor. “No maiming is, like, the only rule here.”

Harley climbs off of them, elbows once again violating the rule on the way off. Nico actually feels his spleen compress into the size of an atom.

“Tough!”

The little twerp hands his prize to his big sister, who points it at the screen gracefully, as if she did not just use said brother as a weapon against two innocent people. Constantly innovative, those Hephaestus children.

Nyssa, on account of having hands like steel wires and a right hook that could make Muhammad Ali fall crying to his knees, is left peacefully alone with the remote. Nico glares at her, as he often does, with equal amount of hatred and awe. His emotions are widely replicated across the overstuffed couches.

She clicks rapidly through the channels, as she always does, fast enough that the sound echoes like static along with the rain.

breaking — jump! — traffic — learn — George — crayon — soil — sale —

She hardly rests in a channel for more than a second, cutting in the middle of sentences and even words, images flashing rapidly across the screen, swirling colour and skipping melodies, steadied by the roll of thunder, the patter of raindrops, the roar of wind and away of bending trees.

kids! — buy — gun — bridge — add — spade — colour — nine — east —

Austin sighs from beside him, sinking into the couch. Nico breaks away from the hypnosis for a moment to glance at the rest of the room and finds everyone else similarly entranced; eyes half-lidded and unfocused against the still-swirling TV, heads tilted back, curled into each other, limbs slow, fingers tapping quietly.

run — neat — rose — pasta — schools — closure — Sola — bumper —

“Wait,” Will murmurs.

gym — roll — climb — bush — accident — bud —

The old couches creak as Will shifts, Kayla pushed gently to the side as he moves forward.

“Nyssa, wait. Go back.”

The rain seems to mute itself. Nico is aware, quite suddenly, of the stiff set to Will’s spine, the odd quality of his voice. Nyssa, too, must recognize it, because she glances over at him, then slowly back to the TV, pressing the channel button once and setting the remote carefully on the coffee table in front of her.

No one grabs it.

“— terrible tragedy,” says a news anchor. “Unbelievably, really, Barbara, and something so sudden —”

“No,” Will says.

“Yes, Dave, always something you read about in old newspapers but never remember happens in real life —”

“No. No.”

He reaches for the remote but misses the first time, patting blindly on the table, and the second time, too, eyes glued to the bright screen. His hand scrabbles, nails digging on the old wood, increasingly desperately, but his eyes won’t move, face won’t pivot. Nico swallows, pushing back the sting of bile crawling slowly up his throat, the dullness in his ear, muffled like his ear is turned to a soundproofed wall. The hands he tells to reach over and hand the remote to Will don’t work.

“— almost makes me think of James Dean. That’s Naomi Solace, for those just tuning in, currently in critical condition from a head-on collision with a semi in Savannah, Georgia —”

Nico’s ears white out completely.

Will’s knees hit the floor.

———

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