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Can't Stay Home

This one is for @that-stoner-alien-thing love ya boo:)

Jake sighed heavily as he came into the lifeguard tower. The man was exhausted, he was on his 4th 13 hour shift this week. His roommate and best friend Max Asyford had fallen ill, leaving him bedridden and unable to work. So to make sure the team wasn't short and to make sure they had enough to cover bills this month Jake was working extra shifts and extra hours.

“Jakey mate you sweet?” Chappo an older lifeguard turned to the younger man concern written on his face,

“Yea, Chap, I’m good.” Jake tiredly crocked out, Chappo shared a look with Whippet, who frowned slightly,

“How's Max?” Whippet asked hoping that Jake would slip up and reveal something about his own haggard state,

“Awful, I don't think the meds are helping him, he's almost out and the poor bloke hasn't gotten an uninterrupted night of sleep for close to a week now.” Jake said quietly, sitting down in a chair next to Whippet, who shared a look with Chappo both taking a long critical look at the man sitting towards their right. He had bags under his brilliant blue eyes, announcing his lack of sleep. The blue collared lifeguard shirt was button wrong and the boy's hair was slightly deceviled, and a slight tremor through Jake's whole body. Whippet silently turned Jake towards him and reached up to fix his collar, getting a real look at how pale Jake looked, as the rest of the boys clambered into the tower.

“Jake, you are at backpackers today with Hutz,” The surf was about 6 foot, breaking right after another, the team knew the conditions were dangerous and plenty of rescues would be made.

Hoppo told his lifeguard team as the boys made their prospective ways to areas of the beach that needed protrolled.

Jake nodded along to Hutz very energetic mostly one sided conversion,

“Jakeeeee.” Hutz whined when Jake zoned out for a little too long eyes strained on the water,

“Yea sorry mate,” Jake said tiredly, moments before screaming,

“Help! Help!” A girl screamed, going under as waves crashed around her,

“I'll go!” Jake shouted as he peeled off his blue shirt and threw his sunnies to the ground, grabbing the board and racing to make the 3 kilometer paddle to the girl who was disappearing under the waves quickly.

Jake was a mere meters from the girl, when a wave broke over his head, pushing him under the waves. Despite his best efforts, the rescue board was ripped from Jakes hands, causing him to be thrown around,

“God it would not be fun to be a pair of bordies in a wash.” Jake would have laughed at his thought if he wasn't currently underwater fighting for his life. After what felt like forever and a day, Jake broke the surface. Finally above the waves he tried his best to get air, and look for the girl he had been sent out to rescue. Finally he saw a dark shape floating face down, it was the girl. Despite not having rescue equipment he called for a resus and exhaustedly swam to the beach hoping the girl would be okay.

“Jakes calling a resus!” Hutz screamed into the radio as Whippet, Chappo, Jesse and Hoppo raced down defib in hand. By the time the others got there Jake was on his 2nd set of compressions,

1… 2…3…” Jake did not realize he was shouting as he counted out his compressions.

“Ambo’s been called! Defib attached, Clear! Jesse shouted making sure nobody was touching the girl. Her small body convulsed with shock as the defib tried to get her heart started again. Seconds after the shock the girl coughed and became sick,

“On her side!” Jake shouted holding her head as the boys helped him move her, so she didn't choke. Soon her eyes were open and she was transported off to hospital, leaving the boys to pack up the gear across the sand. A bystander came by and handed Jake his shirt and Sunnies, which he took with a shaking hand.

“You okay mate?” The stranger asked, then jumped back as Jake went to his knees coughing and spewing, the blood rushed in Jake's ears as his body trembled,

“Jake?” Chappo kelt down beside the younger man, waving for the oxygen mask. Whippet rushed over, as Jake continued to be sick in the sand,

“How much water did you sallow?” Whippet asked

“I- don’t- Whip-” Jake breathlessly whispered out, trying to move as Whippet put the oxygen mask on Jake's face.

“Mate, you need to wear it, you swallowed a lot of water.” Chappo said gently running his hand through the red heads hair checking for abnormalities. He didn't find any but his concern grew as he felt Jake's forehead, the kid was burning up.

“Whip, he's hot.” Chappo said to the blonde, as Hutz and Maxi drove the rhino towards them. Whippet quietly cursed, Jake still shaking under his hand when the rhino arrived.

“Jake, we need to get you to the tower buddy,” Whippet said, looking at Chappo when he failed to respond. Chappo stood up, placing a hand on Jake's back and the other under his legs, shocked at how light the boy was. Quickly all four boys made their way up to the tower where a very concerned Hoppo waited.

“Jake mate, how long have you been sick?” Hoppo asked the redhead

“I’m not sick.” Jake mumbled from underneath blankets as he lay on the medical bed, figuring that it had been several minutes after he was asked that he answered. Hoppo, Whippet and Chappo all looked at him slightly alarmed.

“Jake, you are sick. And I am sorry I didn't notice how much you had been working.” Hoppo said quietly kneeling down towards the boy,

“Its okay Hop, I wanted to-” Jake rasped out

“No, Jake, no, with Max being sick I should have known money would get tight for you guys and you being you would work extra without complaining and eventually get sick. I am sorry I didn't notice before.”

“It's fine Hop, you're still a good boss.” Jake said before his eyes slid closed,

“Nope, eyes open Jake.” Hoppo said tapping his cheek earning a groan from Jake,

“I know, I know.” Hoppo said quietly looking up as Chappo came in, it was close to 7, pack up time for the boys. The reason an ambulance had not been called for Jake was because Whippet and Chappo had insisted on taking him so they could take care of both Jake and Max.

…

“Chap?” Whip asked closing Jake's door quietly as Chappo did the same to Maxs door.

“Max could hardly tell me who I was and he's burning up something fierce, I don’t think the meds are working. How's Jake?”

“Sleeping, his fever has not spiked at least and I got him to eat a couple mouthfuls of soup.” The blonde said tiredly. Both Chappo and Whippet grabbed blankets and pillows from the spare closet, laying them on the floor making a sort of fort in the middle of Max and Jakes living room. Falling asleep in a short time.

…

“Whip? Chap?” A horse voice coughed out, scaring the blonde and brunette awake, being faced with a glassy eyed shivering Max.

“Oh, Max, hey.” Whippet said softly, getting up and walking over to a still fevered Max.

“Let's get you back to bed mate.” Whippet said taking Max arm and leading him towards his room,

“Where's Jake?” Max horsley asked,

“In his room, he got sick at work yesterday, so Chappo and I came over to help take care of you guys.” Whippet told him as Max layed down eyes already closing,

“Jake is sick?” Max asked about as panicked as he could, trying to get back out of bed. Whippet placed a comforting hand on Maxs shoulder pinning him to the bed

“Yeah but he's okay, Chappo is checking on him now, why don’t you go back to sleep mate?” Whippet smiled softly looking at the younger boy laying on the bed, moving some sweaty hair from his face. Despite the flush in his checks Max was very pale, but him getting up this morning ment he was improving.

A couple hours later Hoppo was knocking on the door, feeling guilty about failing to notice Jake had been working so hard and wanting to check on the four men working under him.

“How are they holding up?” Hoppo asked

“Max’s fever finally broke this afternoon and he left his bed for a few minutes so major improvement, and Jake was able to keep down a couple bites of soup this afternoon.” Chappo informed his boss tiredly,

“And how are you two?” Hoppo would not let his team get hurt or sick again on his watch,

“We are fine Hop.” Chappo said sharing a look with Whippet,

“Mhm. Get some sleep, I can watch the boys for a few hours and Ill have some food ready when you wake.” Hoppo’s voice left no room for argument, leaving Chappo and Whippet to fall asleep on the still put together blanket fort.

…

“Hop?” A tired voice asked from the doorway revealing Max small frame,

“Hi mate, how ya feeling?” Hoppo asked as he watched Max make his way to the couch, around a sleeping Whippet and Chappo.

“Like death microwaved me twice.” Hoppo let a small smile play across his features.

“A shower would help.” Hoppo said gently and Max agreed, rising slowly,

“Don’t tilt your head back, call if you need help and leave the door open.” Hoppo commanded, leaving the young boy no room to argue.

As Max finished showering Whippet woke up,

“Whip?” Hoppo asked as the blonde looked around like he couldn't quite place where he was, then understanding dawned on his features as he spotted Max coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet.

“Better?” Whippet asked Max who jumped at the sudden volume change,

“Thanks Whip.” Max said turing to go to the kitchen picking up a knife,

“Max no. The lot of you are on bed rest.” Hoppo said, taking the knife from him, turning so he could finish dinner. Slowly Chappo woke up both to the TV noise and the smells entering the house.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” Whippet said cheekily. Chappo groaned and rolled over, sitting up startled when he saw Max sitting watching TV.

“Max!” Chappo shouted a little to loud making everyone else flinch

“Oi, Mate, still sick.” Max mumbled smirking slightly

“Boys dinner.” Hoppo called smirking

“Dinner?” A new voice crocked out, Jake was now leaning against the doorframe, eyes a little hazy, while he took a look at his discombobulated living room. His flatmate was there, which checked out, but so were two of his coworkers and his boss.

“Dinner, Hoppo confirmed.”

…

A week later Jake and Max where back on for their first shift in a long time,

“THERE HERE!!” The lifeguard team cheered and clapped as Jake and Max opened the door to the lifeguard tower. Confetti was thrown and cheers passed around.

“Alright boys, let's take care of eachother and have a good day out there.” Hoppo clapped, as the boys smiled and got to work.

From then on the boys in blue took care of each other a little more closely than before. If one wasn't feeling good the others covered his shift and made him go home, coming by after work until the sick man was better. The lifeguards already a close knit bunch become even closer.

THE END

This is my first fanfic! If its awful I am so sorry:)

#bondi rescue #bondi beach #Jake Nolan #hurt/comfort #Trent Maxi Maxwell

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mb0328 · 2 months ago

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Chapter 28

TWO WEEKS. IT HAD BEEN two weeks since Hadlee had been at Bondi. Even though she’d been discharged from the hospital, Maggie (and Harrison) had kept her on a strict schedule, which included a lot of rest. Hadlee complained outwardly but knew she didn’t have the energy to do much else. Finally, though, she was cleared to start working again. Jethro had been a frequent visitor while she was confined to her apartment, and she’d been trying her best to move past what had happened in the hospital.

Some days, there was progress, and she could accept Jethro's reasons, but she believed he was simply afraid. But other days, her anxiety kicked her mind into overdrive, and she lost her grip on what she’d been working towards. Forgiveness. She knew that Jethro could tell something was off with her even though she tried to hide it. Even Harrison had noticed Hadlee’s odd behavior and had brought it up more than once. Hadlee had brushed it off and told him she was simply anxious to return to work. Did he know that she’d been lying?

Hadlee shook her head, erasing the dark path her brain was carrying her on. This wasn’t the time or place to go into a dark mindset. She could hear the joyous laughing of children and parents alike as she approached the glowing sand. She’d happily walked from the apartment, though Harrison had heavily insisted that he could pick her up for her shift. He’d opened that day, and she was only working a half day, but she hadn’t wanted to put him out. She tried to walk to clear her head and spend some time outside alone. The tower seemed to be teeming with action, and she could hear several voices as she hopped over the fence and entered through the side door. Several things were going on once she got inside. Glick was occupied with several kids near the back door, while Chappo had a girl lying on the medical bed with an oxygen mask on. Reidy was watching the water and periodically calling out heads on the radio. Jules was simultaneously eating her lunch and answering the onslaught of phone calls that the tower seemed to be getting.

“I was only gone for two weeks,” Hadlee said, immediately catching her colleagues’ attention.

“Hadlee!” Jules yelled, jumping up and pulling the young girl into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank God you’re back. Never leave again, you hear me. When I heard what happened, I was so worried. I couldn’t believe that of all of the times for me to be out of town, this happens.”

Hadlee couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Jules. I’m fine now. Maybe I'm under watch more than I’d like, but I’m okay,” she assured Jules.

“Good,” Jules said, pulling her in for another hug.

With Hadlee’s help, they could handle the many people and tasks in the tower with little hassle.

“God, it’s good to have you back,” Chappo said, slumping into one of the desk chairs. “I didn’t realize how much you did until you weren’t around to do it.”

“I haven’t been working here for that long, Chap,” Hadlee said, checking a few things off the list on her clipboard as she rummaged through the drawers and checked supply levels for the upcoming order.

“Still.” Chap shrugged

Hadlee laughed lightly and closed the final drawer before returning to the desk and washing her hands. She noticed the litter box under the sink, and a jolt of excitement went through her at the thought of seeing the happy-go-lucky kitten again.

“Where’s Sawyer?” She asked.

“Probably sleeping in front of the tower again. There’s a spot that catches the sun most of the afternoon that he likes to sit in.” Glick answered.

Hadlee nodded and dried off her hands.

“I’m gonna go see him.” She said.

Jules nodded as she took another bite of her sandwich. Hadlee walked out of the side door and to the front deck portion of the tower. Sawyer was lounging happily in the sun.

“Awe,” Hadlee cooed. “There’s my happy boy.”

Sawyer picked up his head, and he looked in her direction. Hadlee sat with her back against the tower, and Sawyer ‘meowed’ in greeting before walking over and curling up on Hadlee’s lap.

“I missed you too.” She said as she rubbed his little head.

~~~~~~~

Jethro sat in the tower towards the end of the day and watched the emptying beach. Hadlee had gone out with Reidy to help pack up while he finished his shift in the tower. Harrison had joined him not too long after he had situated himself. Something had been eating away at his mind for a few days now, and he’d been playing around with asking Harrison about it.

“Jeth, you good mate?” Harrison piped up.

Jeth looked over at his friend and shrugged.

“I don’t know, mate. I can’t help but feel like something isn’t right.” Jethro said.

“What do you mean?” Harrison asked.

“Something isn’t right with Hadlee,” Jethro said.

Harrison sat up straighter.

“So you’ve noticed it too.” He said.

“The stretches of silence, the low appetite, the shaking hands,” Jethro listed. “It’s kind of hard to miss.”

“I’m starting to worry that she isn’t telling us something,” Harrison said. “I’ve seen her anxiety get bad before, and I think something is going on.”

Jethro sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Do you think it’s about what happened at the hospital?” He reluctantly asked.

Harrison paused. All the symptoms he’d noticed started a couple of days after she was discharged. Her anxiety might have been playing with her head about the conversation that she and Jethro had shared. She refused to talk about it, no matter how much he probed. She’d even blown up at him the one time he pushed a little harder than he usually would.

“What’s she been like when you two are alone?” Harrison asked.

Jethro scratched his neck in thought.

“The same. Quiet, antsy, she won’t touch me. And definitely will not approach the subject of the hospital.” He said.

“She won’t be with me either. What did you guys talk about? I know it was private, but maybe it could shed some light on her behavior,” Harrison asked.

Jethro nodded. He didn’t like to talk about the private conversations that he and Hadlee shared, but he felt that if he didn’t, it could spell trouble for them later down the road.

“We talked it out. I told her what I was afraid of and that I had thought that I had to be strong enough for the both of us. She told me that was crazy and would never ask me to do that.” Jethro explained.

Harrison sat back in his chair and exhaled harshly.

“None of that would cause her this much anxiety. I’ve had similar conversations about that same thing with her, and she was fine afterward.” He said.

“She did make me promise something,” Jethro said.

Harrison looked at him and nodded for him to continue.

“She made me promise to talk to her if I felt like that again. We were in a relationship, and she wants to know when I will feel off again.” Jethro said.

Harrison hung his head. That was it.

“That’s it.” He said.

“What’s it?” Jethro asked.

“She wants you to talk to her, but,” Harrison sighed. “She won’t talk to you. She’s a hypocrite, and she knows it.”

“What are you talking about?” Jethro asked.

“Hey guys,” Hadlee called, walking into the tower with Reidy. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Both boys froze, unsure of what to say.

“How about we all head home? We can talk there.” Harrison said.

Hadlee furrowed her brow but nodded.

“Okay,” She said. “I’ll meet you in the car. I have to grab a couple of things from my locker.”

Harrison smiled and nodded. As soon as the back door closed, Harrison looked at Jethro.

“Meet us at the apartment. I’m putting an end to this.” He said and got up to leave.

“What do you mean?” Jethro asked.

“We’re talking to her. Tonight.” Harrison said.

~~~~~~~

Hadlee was unsure of what to think. Jethro sat on the couch, wringing his hands nervously, and Harrison seemed to be alternating between determined and downright terrified.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you two?” Hadlee finally asked.

“We could ask you the same thing, Hadlee,” Harrison said.

Hadlee furrowed her brow and laughed somewhat nervously.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“The silent streaks, the low appetite, the shaky hands, blowing up at certain questions,” Jethro said. “What’s eatin’ at you, Hads? We’re worried.”

Hadlee shook her head.

“Nope, we’re not doing this.” She said, standing and walking towards her room.

“Hadlee, you aren’t running from this. We want to talk to you.” Harrison said.

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” Hadlee said.

“You’re lying,” Harrison said

“I’m fine, Harrison!” She yelled, spinning back towards her brother and boyfriend.

“You want to tell me this has nothing to do with the hospital? Because, Hadlee, I know what you made Jethro promise.” Harrison said.

That took back Hadlee. Looking at Jethro, she felt like a rock had sunk to the bottom of her stomach.

“You told him?” She whispered, feeling the lump form in her throat.

“I’m worried about you, Hadlee. And Harrison’s your brother; if anybody can help, it’s him. Please don’t fight us.” Jethro pleaded, standing up from his seat and stepping closer to her.

Hadlee put her hand up to stop him.

“No. That conversation was private, and you know that. Harrison doesn’t need to know everything.” She said.

“I do when it’s affecting you like this, Hadlee. You had a stress-induced seizure at the hospital after you found out. Maggie had to bring you out of it with Diazepam. You’re going to try and tell me that your anxiety isn’t playing with your head about this?” Harrison said.

Hadlee’s eyes moved to him.

“You know about that?” She asked.

“Yes, I do. Maggie told me. You can’t expect Jethro to be upfront with you if you aren’t going to do the same, Hadlee. That’s not fair.” Harrison said.

Hadlee pursed her lips and ran her fingers through her hair.

“That is my business,” She said. “Not yours, not Maggie’s, not Jethro’s, mine.”

“But it isn’t, Hadlee,” Jethro spoke up. “It’s about our relationship; I don’t want you to be eaten alive by this. It’s destroying you, Hadlee. You won’t even touch me anymore. How do you think that makes me feel? Knowing that I put you in this state of mind. Knowing that I’m the reason that your anxiety is taking you on a joyride from hell and you won’t talk about it. I could handle you not talking to me about it; I really could, as long as you were talking to somebody. But you aren’t Hadlee.”

“You don’t get to do that,” Hadlee said, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t get to turn this on me. I’ve been trying to work on this and doing everything I possibly can to improve this. But I can’t. So, I’m doing the only thing I can: living every day like I’m okay.”

“It’s destroying you, Hadlee!” Harrison shouted. He was fed up with the denial, the lies, the hypocrisy, and one way or another, it was ending tonight. “You barely eat, you don’t talk to me anymore, you spend almost all of your time in your room, and I have to badger you to take your medication. You can’t keep doing this. It isn’t healthy. You don’t have the luxury of being able to skip things like sleep and meals, Hadlee. When they go on for too long, things like that could put you back in the hospital if you aren’t careful. How do you think you’d feel then?”

Hadlee felt the panic, she felt the fear, she felt the pain, and she exploded.

“I don’t know!” She screamed. “I’m done. Okay!? I’m over this. I don’t care anymore.”

She slammed the door to her room, leaving Jethro and Harrison in the living room. She leaned against the back of her door and slid to the floor, pulled her legs to her chest, and sobbed. She was done.

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