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A Bedside Locker is a compact and convenient storage unit commonly used in hospitals, nursing homes, and residential care facilities. Positioned alongside a patient's bed, this small cabinet provides easy access to essential personal belongings and medical supplies, ensuring their immediate availability when needed.

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[laiiaaa]

Your writing is stunning! Can I request injured!reader and Carmy rushing to be by her side? god the idea of that man dropping everything to be with you....

this has been in my drafts for probably a year now. i forget why i was hesitant to post it. so here’s something for you all :)

“Hey, Cousin—”

“I’m in the middle ‘f something, not now, Richie—”

“Hey.” He raises his brows, gives that serious look that has Carmen’s head peeking over his shoulder because it’s so sharp he can feel it. “It’s your girl. You wanna take this.”

He gets nervous, then, heart beginning to race. Where’s his fuckin’ phone?

“Give it here,” he says, arm extended. Richie hands it over and slips out the door, shutting it to leave Carmen by himself in the office; it only makes hurt stomach lurch harder.

He lifts the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“. . . Carm?” Your voice is broken and wobbly, wrought with tears.

“Baby?” He doesn’t even think before he’s jumping out of his chair, tucking the phone between his jaw and shoulder while he scrambles to find his keys. “Baby, you there? Where are you?”

“I-I’m at the hospital, I tried calling you—”

“The hospital—?” His mind goes back to New York, back to that morning. “What—” He takes a deep breath. His jacket. Where the fuck is it? “Okay, you’re okay, I’m comin’ now, alright?” He storms out of the office toward the lockers, finds everything right where he put it, including his phone. Dead. Fuck. “I gotta hang up, okay? I’m sorry, I know, I can’t take the phone with me. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“O-Okay.” A shuddered breath rings through the line, and it kills him. “I’m okay, Carmy—”

“I know,” he says, shimmying into his jacket and feeling for his keys. “I know, baby, but I’m comin’ anyway, you hear me? Gonna be there in ten.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I love you.”

He doesn’t put the phone back properly, just slides it across the counter and hopes it doesn’t break again, shouting out orders over his shoulder on his way out the door.

The ride there is the longest ten minutes of his life. He doesn’t know what to expect. He doesn’t know anything at all, really. Are you hurt? How bad is it? What happened? Is it a burn, a broken bone, just a flu that got out of hand? Will you need surgery? Did you get in an accident? Did someone try to hurt you? He doesn’t want you to be alone right now. He needs to be there with you. You were fine this morning. You were fine this morning, all beautiful and groggy when he kissed you awake, still cozied up in bed when he left early as the sky turned blue after sunrise. You were fine. You were fine, and then he left, and suddenly you weren’t.

The fluorescent lights make him nauseous. They’re too bright, and a disgusting color, and too different from all the gentle lighting you insisted upon at home. Made the place homey, you said, and he agreed. The nurses at the station must think he’s out of his mind, all wide-eyed and asking for you.

“What’s your name?” the one asks him.

“Carmen, I’m her fiancé, I was—I was just on the phone with her—”

“Okay,” she nods, softening. “She’s doin’ alright now, she was askin’ for you, though. Still gotta get her wrapped up, but you’ll be outta here soon.”

He’s too busy wondering What the fuck does that mean? to properly answer.

When he’s finally brought to your room, his nerves subside—only a little. There’s no blood, no bland hospital gown to say you’re headed off to the operating room. Just a pillow over your tummy, with your arm—your swollen, bruised arm—resting on top of it.

“Hey, hon,” he says, coming to your bedside and smoothing a hand over your forehead to press his lips to your temple. “You alright? What happened?”

“They—” you sniffle when you look up at him, lip quivering— “They had to take my ring off, Carmy—” he nods along to your rambling with a concerned brow— “I-I told them not to, but they said my hand was too swollen—that-that it was gonna mess up my finger—. . .”

“What’s that, baby?” He smiles into your hair and exhales through his nose. So typical of you to get upset about something cute like that, he knows you’ll be okay. “Your arm’s all black ‘n blue, and you’re worried about your ring—?”

“But it’s special—”

“Shhhhh . . . I know, I know . . . ‘m just askin’ you to ease up.” Another kiss lands on your forehead before he asks, “Where’s it at, baby? I’ll fix it for you.”

You pout and look somewhere behind him. “On the table, but you’re not gonna be able to—”

“Just take a breath ‘n relax f’me, yeah? I got it.”

He stands upright again, turning to check that the ring is there—that beautiful, beautiful big diamond for his precious girl, before reaching toward the nape of his neck to unclasp his chain. Carefully, he threads it through the ring, silently urges you to sit up so he can hook it around your neck, icy-cool on your smooth skin, admiring the way it sparkles like your eyes.

You’re still pouting when he’s done, and he kisses your soft lips anyway while he wipes away stray tears. “Better?”

“. . . yeah,” you admit through a murmur.

“Good,” he huffs, pulling the visitor’s chair right next to your bed. With your good arm, you reach for him, just any part of him, and he holds your hand as he kisses your dry knuckles. “You gonna tell me what happened now? What’s got you all banged up?”

And you groan and roll your eyes, insisting that it’s too embarrassing to tell, and he lets you drag it out just because he thinks it’s cute when you’re stubborn. The doctor comes in with the x-rays to confirm that, yes, indeed, you’ve got yourself a broken arm, and after you’re splinted and discharged and given a sling and the next day’s protocol, Carmen holds your good hand on the way out the door.

“Oh,” you start, pausing before he opens the car door for you, “I forgot to tell you.”

“Hm?”

“I drove here.”

“You what?”

“I told you, I was embarrassed, Carm—”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” he grunts, laughing and shaking his head with fingers running through his hair as he helps you into the passenger’s seat. “You’re killin’ me today, y’know that?”

And it’s not the last time. When he unlocks the front door and sees the laundry spilled all the way down the stairs, with a basket flipped upside down at the bottom, he can put the pieces together. He kisses you softly, doesn’t say a word about it, takes you to the bedroom, and tucks you into bed to let you rest now that your adrenaline is wearing off and the pain meds are making you sleepy.

He fixes up the mess without a second thought, and once he’s done he slips right under the covers next to you, thanking whatever God there is that you’re okay, and that he’s got you back in his arms.

(And tomorrow, when he takes you into the doctor’s office for a proper cast, he has Natalie and Pete pick up your car. He still hounds on you about it weeks later, how you drove yourself to the hospital with a broken arm. You insist it makes for a good story, and to that he can’t deny.)

[bellarkeselection]

Could you do a will halstead x reader where they’re engaged and she’s a detective in intelligence, she’s been having stomach pains for about a week but put it down to cramps or stress whenever someone asked especially when Will asked but then at work she collapses and when they take her to med they find out the pain was appendicitis and Will’s like why didn’t you say something before

Didn’t Want You to Worry

@annieradcliff

“Y/n, are you sure you're okay in there?” My fiancé Will asked on the other side of the door. We had both gotten dressed and ready for work, me as an intelligence detective and he an ED doc. Unfortunately I felt harsh pain hit me so I went and sat down in the bathroom waiting until they went away.

I assumed it had to be cramps or something like that. Except I didn't think my period was supposed to come for another two weeks. “I'll be fine, Will. It's just some cramps is all. If you need to go to work that's fine.”

“Okay. You know I can stay home if you want to and take care of you if you're not feeling good.” He explained through the other side of the door.

Pushing myself up off the ground I felt them disappear allowing me to open the door and give him a half smile. “Seriously it's nothing. My period is probably coming earlier or it's just stress from the long case we've been working on.”

“Okay just call me if it's gets any worse.” He leans forward planting a kiss on my forehead before he left our apartment.

Making my way to work I was simply sitting down at my desk moving through fingers files on the computer till another wave of pain shot through my body. “Ah! Son of a bitch.” I winced gripping the wood of my desk underneath my fingernails.

Voiets office door opened and Will's brother Jay came out coming over to talk to me. “It's crazy to think you're going to be Mt sister in law in a few more weeks. Hey are you alright?”

“Just some pain stomach pain today - are you bringing Hayley to the wedding?”

Jay sat down on the edge of my desk scanning his eyes over me. “Do you want me to get you some advil?”

“No, I can get it myself. I have some in my locker. I'll be right back.” Standing up from my desk chair I had managed to walk into the hallway before my eyes grew heavier and my body fell forward where I collapsed into the nearest door.

I could hear Jay holler my name, coming around the corner to see what had happened. “Y/n! Oh geez. Voiet call an ambulance.”

“Jay - I'm - okay.” I croaked out barely able to keep my eyes open.

He brushed hair out of my face seeing I was struggling to stay awake. “Just hang on, Y/n. We're gonna get you to Med.” After that I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was waking up in the ED, laying on one of their hospital beds.

I began looking around the room noticing that there was an iv in my left hand and the screens were popping up with all different kinds of numbers clearly reading my vitals. “Where is she. Where is she, Msggie!” I recognized Will’s voice coming down the hallway.

“She’s in here.” Maggie drew open the curtain to my room.

Will bolted inside the room rushing to my bedside. “Y/n! Oh my god I knew something was wrong this morning. Why were you trying to act like it wasn’t?” His eyes scanning over mine almost a mile a minute.

I shake my head wishing he wouldn’t worry. “Will, I just got light headed. I'm probably dehydrated. Just give me some liquids and I'll be on my way.”

“Y/n, Jay told me you collapsed st work. That isn’t something minor.” Will spat me with worry in his voice.

I huffed crossing my arms over my chest seeing the curtain move again and Dr. Manning enter the room with an iPad in her hands. “Hi Y/n, how are you feeling?”

“I'd feel a lot better it I was out of - he-ah!” I gasped holding my stomach trying to curl myself into a ball on the bed.

Will rubbed my lower back keeping his other hand on my shoulder eyeing his friend. “Nat, what's wrong with her?”

“I wish I could say it was something minor but it’s not. You are actually going to need surgery. You have something wrong with your appendix. That’s why you’ve been feeling so much pain for the past couple of weeks.”

Will sent her a look asking. “Can you give us a minute, Nat. Y/n, why didn’t you tell me sooner and just have been lying about it.”

“I didn’t want to worry you. You already have enough on your plate with getting the wedding venu and everything else. I didn’t want to add onto the stress when I really believed it was my period cramps or stress myself, at least until this morning.”

Will closed the gap between us, cupping my face in his hands kissing me deeply. “I’m gonna be your husband, babe. You don’t have to keep things from me. I’m always going to be here for you.”

“Thank you, Will. I - I really appreciate you saying that to me,” I sniffed through happy tears relieved that he would be for me no matter what came our way. Our jobs in day to day life was hard enough, but we’d get through everything together. “I love you, Will Halstead.”

He smiled down at me, kissing my forehead sweetly. “I love you too, soon to be Mrs. Halstead.” I must have gotten pretty lucky to end up calling him my husband for the rest of my life.

[greynatomy]

falling for mccabe

lia wälti x reader

don’t really know how to feel about this

———

You and Katie were like two pease in a pod. Growing up, you had different interests, but that didn’t stop you from supporting one another. You moved away from Ireland first, wanting a change in scenery, be more independent. So when you got hired at a hospital in London, you accepted right away. Telling Katie was the hardest part of leaving home.

Just two years later though, Katie signed for Arsenal, the choice was a no brainer for her. She got herself her own apartment but came over to yours as much as she can. Her team, once they were all comfortable and got to know each other better, would tease her, saying that she needs her big sissy cuddles. Katie, however, was never once embarrassed by the teasing. She loves to be able to call her her big sister.

You never really got to know any of her teammates from Arsenal until after the lockdown. Katie’s teammates told her to invite you over to the club. You got along with the team, some more than others, and maybe got to bring one of them home with you.

The same person you brought home was now your very secret girlfriend. You were going to tell Katie the moment it became official, but you found out from your girlfriend that your sister’s girlfriend was her ex-girlfriend and became stuck.

You and your girlfriend were still fast asleep, your arm slung over her waist, holding her close that you didn’t hear your front door opening and steps coming closer to your bedroom. 

“Rise and shi—WHAT THE FUCK!”

You shoot up from the bed, falling over the side, bumping the side of your head on your bedside table. Lia gets out of bed just as fast.

“Ow.”

“Oh, baby.” Lia crawls over the bed to you, her hand replacing the side of your head that you were rubbing.

“Baby?” Caitlin speaks for the first time.

“Couldn’t you fucking knock. Fucking almost killed me you cunt.”

“Oi! I don’t appreciate that tine, missy!”

“I’m older so I can talk to you how I want.”

“Woah. Okay, sassy.” Lia covers your mouth with her hand. “Why don’t you both wait in the living room while we put some more clothes on.”

Caitlin drags Katie out to the living room by her arm. A minute later, Lia comes out and Katie walks back towards the bedroom, leaving the two exes by themselves.

“Would you like something to drink?” Lia asks.

“A coffee would be good. One cream—”

“—Two sugars.”

“You remember.” Lia gives her a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to reply. “So… how long has that been going on?”

“Uh, a year or so ago now. Since that time at the bar after lockdown.”

“No way.” Caitlin states in disbelief.

“What?”

“That’s when Katie and I started seeing each other.”

“Wow.” Lia whispers, shocked with the information. “Who would’ve thought we’d fall for a McCabe at the same time.”

“Don’t sound so shocked baby. I’ll have you know that I am quite the catch.”

“It’s the Irish genes I tell you.”

Both of the sisters’ girlfriends roll their eyes at their cockiness.

“Know what’d be funny?” Katie looks at you and you smirk in understanding.

“What is it?” Caitlin asks impatiently.

“You and Lia are still friends right? No hard feelings?” You ask.

“Yeah…” They were both now skeptical.

“Why don’t we mess with your fans for a bit.”

“What do you have in mind?” Lia wraps an arm around your waist, now very curious.

“Nothing too crazy. Just start interacting more. Be best friends. You’ll be in-laws sooner than later anyway.”

The next few days, the fans have been gong crazy over all of the Caitlin and Lia interaction they were seeing. Walking out of the coach together, walking to the locker room together, walking out to the pitch together, celebrating goals together, signing/taking photos with fans together. Are they together? Everyone was confused, including their teammates and national teammates, but they both simply ignore all questions.

You had a very rare day off from your job which lined up with Arsenal’s off day, so what better way to celebrate than to stay home and get drunk. Katie has been known to be a crazy drinker and knowing you just a short time, its safe to say where Katie got it from.

You and Katie were drunk, at the phase where everything is funny. Lia and Caitlin are a bit tipsy, still in control of themselves. Ever since catching you and Lia in bed together two weeks ago, the two became close again, like before. No romantic feeling left for each other and care now very good friends, you and Katie being a common denominator.

Caitlin and Lia were in the living room when they no longer heard the two of you. A silent McCabe meant something was wrong, but two silent McCabes… they knew you were up to no good. They slowly crept into the kitchen, hoping to catch what the two of you were up to, going unnoticed. They were both greeted by the sight of the siblings focused on something on Katie’s phone, identical furrowed eyebrows on you faces.

“What are you two up to?” Lia asks cautiously.

“Hey!” You perk up from the sound of your girlfriend’s voice. “Katie is doing this instagram thing and I’m just a bit confused.”

“Yeah, cause you’re old and don’t know how to use social media.”

“Well, what would I post? “‘Hey, instagram! I’ve just finished fixing up this person’s brain for ten hours.”’ You like have to be on it.”

“Are you allowed to take pictures while you’re in the operating room?”

“I’d probably have to get some consent forms signed.”

“You should facetime me sometime.”

“Wait. What is it you don’t understand?” Caitlin now asks.

is that caitlin? did i hear caitlin’s voice i heard lia’s earlier caitlin and lia together again??

“It keeps saying your names now. How does instagram know your names?” You were very confused now. Your drunk self couldn’t make sense of anything.

“Give me that.”

Lia grabs the phone off the table, Lia looking over her shoulder to take a look herself.

“Ohmygod.” Caitlin was quick to move the phone away from her face, setting it on the table face up. “Katie!”

“Yes, sugarplum?” Katie answered at the same time you asked, “Did you figure it out or not?”

“You’re on instagram live!”

People watching the live are now freaking out. Some confused, but most are freaking out at the quick sight of Caitlin and Lia together.

“Okay, um, we have to go. Bye guys.” Lia quickly ends the live.

Just second later, both Caitlin and Lia’s phones are ringing from calls and messages from their friends.They looked at each other and silenced their phones, making sue to turn off the tracking privileges for some of their friends. No one would be able to find them as you were all at your house.

“Want to just post something to freak people out more?’

“Great idea.”

———

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liawalti from exes to in-laws

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leahwilliamson huh?

kyracooneyx PARENTS!

katie_mccabe11 hi sister in-law

↳ caitlinfoord how’d you get your phone back?

↳ katie_mccabe11 a magician never reveals their secrets

ynmccabe hi, honey!

↳ liawalti since when did you get instagram?

↳ ynmccabe right now. katie did it for me

user now that’s gold

user not everyone freaking out that they got back together

↳ user me… i was everyone

user not you two falling for sisters

[plistommy]

Prompt- Steve sending Eddie a bouquet of black and red roses every Valentine's Day since corroded coffin performed in the talent show.

Secondary prompt- Possibly leaving one at his bedside during Eddie's recovery from the bat bites, or maybe leaving them by his grave...

The first thing Eddie noticed when he woke up was the soft beeping noise. No more the loud screeching sounds of the bats or Dustin’s cries next to him as he was dying on the cold ground of the upside down.

When his senses started to come back, he knew he was laying on something soft. A bed, probably.

Definitely.

He slowly opened his eyes and the brightness of the room shocked him which made him vince. He tried to move his hand to rub his eyes, but a shocking pain shot through his body and he groaned.

Suddenly there was rustling next to him and soon someone was next to him, touching him and Eddie tried to look up to who it was, but his vision was still a bit unfocused as he felt dizzy.

”Eddie? Eddie?! Oh my god, you’re awake, jesus, I-I need to-”

Eddie couldn’t understand the most of what was said, but he could recognize that voice from anywhere.

It was Steve. Steve, who was sounding like he was on the edge of crying with how his voice got so high and shaky.

As Eddie’s eyes finally started coming to focus, he looked around the room, a hospital room and his eyes landed onto a bouquet on the small table beside the door.

”…a bouquet?” Eddie questioned, voice raspy and deep and he felt really fucking thirsty.

As he looked at it closer, he was hit by a realization and… familiarity. They were roses, both red and black, neatly put into a vase where they looked fresh as ever.

He had been getting those same exact bouquet’s of roses ever since he played at the talent show on Valentine’s Day during middle school.

He still remembers when he had gotten it after the show, a teacher of all people giving it to him, saying ’This was left for you, Munson’ as he handed the roses with an awkward grunt.

Eddie had thought it had been a joke, but when he read the small note on the roses that called him really talented and cute, he felt like tearing up with happiness.

He put that note into a safe place at home and read it whenever he needed it the most.

But it never stopped there. Every year, every Valentine’s Day, he always got it. The same bouquet of roses.

Sometimes it was hanging on his locker, on his seat where he sat during DnD, on his van… But he never found out who left them for him, even when he tried his best to find out.

Steve looked like he was seconds away from crying, eyes big and glossy, but he gave Eddie a soft laugh and glanced towards the bouquet.

”Yeah… It’s um.. It’s from me.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped wide.

His heart monitor must’ve picked up, because soon Steve was next to him, like right next to him and touching his forehead and fuck did it feel good.

”Shit, Eddie. You need to stay calm! You went through hell and if your heartbeat picks up too much you can—”

”You…” Eddie rasped out, moving his hand to wrap it around Steve’s wrist even though it hurt like hell. Steve froze, staring down at him with big eyes as he let Eddie guide his hand down from his forehead to his bandaged chest.

”It was… you?” He got out finally.

Steve’s pretty face had this soft blush on it and if Eddie wasn’t in so much pain and bunch of painkillers, he would’ve stood up and picked the man up into his arms.

”Steve—”

”Yeah…” Steve answered, voice sweet like honey as he interrupted Eddie, ”it was me. Always has been.”

If Eddie had never gotten hurt or had never gotten those roses on his hospital room’s table and Steve being there when he woke up, he doesn’t think he would’ve found himself four months later laying in bed next to Steve, who was giving his scars soft kisses while Eddie held him close to his chest.

At least getting almost eaten by the demobats had one positive thing coming out of it.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Oh? Do you have an example of those thirst/pining texts?

Tomura: I am going to kill myself

Spinner: It's 6:43 in the morning what the fuck could he have done this time that's got you contemplating death and waking me up?

Spinner: If you tell me you had a dream or something I'm gonna stab you myself and you won't have to worry about suicide.

Tomura: I went down to the gym to train, and I heard water and saw a lot of steam coming out of the locker room. Went in and heard the showers running but all the lights were off. I figured someone might have forgotten to turn them off or something and he was just. In the shower. Fully clothed, drenched, leaning back against the tiles.

Tomura: He was so hot the steam was all coming from /him/. His eyes were practically glowing.

Spinner: and I'm sure that his soaking wet white t-shirt had nothing to do with your current thirst.

Tomura: No, that was definitely a contributing factor. Have you seen his chest?

Tomura: Also you owe me ¥2000, his nipples ARE pierced. He said he was going back out to train. He didn't even dry off because he's evaporating the water. I have to kill myself because if I go back out there and have to watch him train dripping wet I'm going to do something else stupid.

Spinner: at this point I am literally begging you to just go out and ask him to fuck. I cannot deal with this shit anymore. Just fucking rip off the band-aid dude.

Tomura: ....

Tomura: you're right

Spinner: wait, shit, really???

...

Spinner: I DO NOT want details, but did you actually fuck???

Spinner: Seriously, Shig, it's been like 4 hours and no one has seen either of you all day????

Tomura: We didn't fuck.

Tomura: I went out to talk to him and barely got a word out before he collapsed. We're with Ujiko. Dabi apparently is suffering from mild heat stroke, exhaustion, and dehydration. He's on an IV and got a mild sedative to sleep. I'll text the others about the meeting, but we probably won't be back until later tonight or tomorrow.

Spinner: shit, yeah, okay. I hope he feels better soon

Spinner: he works too hard, you both do. You know that the rest of us are here to help if you guys just loosen up a bit, yeah?

Tomura: I know, thank you.

Tomura: He is very cute when he sleeps tho

[Tomura has sent a picture]

Spinner: no, nope, I know you're in love with him but that it some creepy shit dude, even for villains

[Tomura has deleted a picture]

Spinner: it's also creepy if you sit at his bedside and watch him sleep all day.

Tomura: from what I understand, it's very normal for friends and family to stay by someone's side if they're in the hospital. Since he won't tell us about himself, we're the closest thing he has as far as we know. I'm staying

Spinner: Creep

Tomura: I've been called worse

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Done Asking

Written for @steddieangstyaugust prompt 5 - "Please Please Please, Let Me Get What I Want" – The Smiths.

Warning: Difficult relationship with religion for Eddie

When Eddie was young, he used to pray.

He never truly believed, you see - he wanted to, but he just couldn't understand why there was so much wrong in his life, why his mom wouldn't come back home, why his dad wouldn't attend a single important thing for Eddie. Why would he keep getting beaten up and spat on when he did nothing evil, yet his rich bullies would go home every day to loving parents and a warm meal. Hard to believe there was a plan that made it all make sense. Still, Eddie tried. He thought that if he was good enough, he'd earn that too. But it was difficult. His dad didn't care at all, and Eddie was hungry. "Thou shalt not steal" is much easier to follow when your stomach is rumbling, your insides are collapsing in on themselves and instead of noticing that something is wrong, your PE teacher just yells at you for being sluggish. It appeared to young Eddie that being good was a privilege reserved for wealthy people. Or at least those who had someone to lean on.

When praying didn't work, Eddie tried bargaining. "I swear I'll be good if you get me out of this mess," he'd promise before sleep. "I won't steal ever again if dad comes home and brings something to eat. I swear."

But Al Munson never did. And so Eddie wouldn't stop stealing.

There was a period in his life when he went from bargaining to questioning. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked when he finally had a warm bed and a good meal with Wayne, he finally felt happy, but then his heart gave a treacherous squeeze when he saw a pretty boy in a locker room. "Why did you make me this way? I'm trying so hard not to fuck up, but it's like you want me to. They say you don't make mistakes, but then what am I, huh?"

Like his prayers, even his questions went unanswered.

Years went by, the sky and ground split open and Eddie Munson found himself praying again. "I don't care if you're in the mood to listen, but if you're there, I could really use a hand right now," he muttered as he drove a bike faster than ever in his life, with a swarm of demobats on his heels. "We've already established you don't give a damn about me, that's cool, but don't let Dustin get caught up in this. If someone needs to go, let it be me."

That was the first prayer that came true for Eddie Munson.

What he never prayed for was for Steve Harrington, of all the people in bloody Hawkins, to stop the bleeding as best as he could, toss Eddie's body through the gate, and force the Hawkins Hospital to admit him. He didn't pray for Steve Harrington to cover his hospital expenses, threaten with his family's expensive lawyers to keep Eddie safe and unharmed, and then stand guard in his room despite his own wounds. He never prayed for Steve to hold his hand while Eddie was unconscious, muttering lots of nonsense, but also so many doubts, questions. The same ones that Eddie had. He never prayed for Steve Harrrington to whisper, definitely under heavy dosage of pain medication, "back in the forest, I didn't think about Nancy at all. I wondered what it would be like, to be with someone like you." Yet it all happened.

Waking up after the world almost ended, with Steve holding Eddie's hand from the neighboring chair, with Wayne napping on the way too small couch, and tons of get well letters on his bedside table, Eddie turned his eyes upwards, beyond the ceiling and the once again blue sky of Hawkins.

"So..." he whispered, "I guess I'm done asking and complaining for now. Maybe it's time for me to start thanking you instead. Just for a bit, don't get used to it."

There was silence, as always, but that was fine. This time, Eddie could fill it with the things he was thankful for.

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Solace in Solitude Ch 3

Emily Prentiss x reader enemies to lovers. warnings: language, hospital/injury/medical talk (again, that is not 100% accurate. just go with it). our girlies fighting and lowkey hating each other. I wouldn't really call it angst, but there is hurt.

Halfway through the night Emily could no longer ignore the ache in the pit of her stomach, the noises alone were nearly enough to keep her from sleeping. She groaned quietly, pushing herself up to sitting so she could flick on the bedside lamp, light blooming through the room as she blinked a couple of times to adjust to it. The nurse had left half of the untouched dinner on rolling table in hopes that she might eat and begrudgingly, Emily pulled the table towards her, letting out a sigh of defeat as she picked up the bread roll. As she began to pick at it she reminded herself that she wasn’t doing this because you had told her to, that you had said she needed food, she was doing it so hopefully she’d actually get some sleep. She was eating because she wanted to, she was perfectly capable of making her own decisions, she didn’t need someone telling her how to live her life, not again. Even if it was a life she barely knew herself.

**

If you’d had the choice you would’ve done anything but show up to work today. Working weekends already sucked, never mind the fact that you were halfway across the world without your usual weekend team that helped each other through the overtime hours. The weather was terrible, rain streaming down from the gloomy sky as you dodged puddle after puddle on your way into the hospital, cursing yourself for making today the day you were lugging twice the amount of baggage with you. You took more time than normal changing into your scrubs, finally pocketing your phone, scooping up the small duffle and locking your locker before making your way to the nurses station. You’d been there less than a minute, barely having time to pull out the stack of charts to go through when someone stepped into your view, an extra large coffee being placed down directly in front of you.

“Good morning.” She greeted with a smile, your brain switching back into French mode before you replied.

“Morning.” You cocked a brow at her, glancing between her and the coffee, “is this an ‘I want in on a surgery’ coffee, or a ‘something fucked up overnight’ coffee?”

“It’s a ‘you’re going to need this’ coffee.” She let out a deep sigh, “I’ve been keeping an eye on your VIP and she really is a lot to handle.”

“Sounds like I should be bringing you coffee.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, “sorry she’s such a piece of work.”

“That car crash really fucked her up.” She chewed on her lip, “was there someone else in the car with her?”

“Dunno.” You ducked your gaze, flipping through the first couple of charts, “I just treated her and she doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“Mm.” She nodded, “well, good luck today.”

“Thanks.” You glanced up to flash her a small smile before she disappeared around the corner and you were able to let out a small groan. If Emily had been that much of a pain overnight who knew what you were in for now. You flipped through her chart as you sipped at your coffee, figuring the sight of it might set off her complaints about not being able to have any you reluctantly left it on the desk before you wandered down the hallway.

You expected attitude, the cold shoulder, maybe even more insults thrown your way when you stepped through the door. What you didn’t expect was for Emily to be up and slowly digging into an applesauce container with a plastic spoon. She nearly froze when she noticed you, as if she was wishing she hadn’t been caught with the food, her face morphing into a frown but she still took another bite.

“Morning.” You greeted, managing to pull your lips into a tired smile.

“What? You run away from home?” She asked, nodding toward the duffle over your shoulder and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“No.” You placed it down on the bed beside her, “brought it for you. There’s some clothes in there, comfy ones so you don’t have to constantly live in a hospital gown, a couple of books, in English, a tablet loaded up with games and streaming services and a phone. They are… all yours now.”

“I don’t need your hand me downs.” She replied, tossing the spoon back into the applesauce before it ended up back on the tray and she leant back against the pillows, arms crossed over her chest.

“They’re not mine. They gave me the bag when I got on the plane.”

Emily glanced up at you, a curious expression written across her features before she cautiously reached for the bag, pulling the zipper back and you finally moved to the other side of the bed to check up on her vitals. The phone, tablet and charging cables were on top, neither one something she had owned back in DC, background photos and apps entirely different. Underneath she fingered through the clothes, they were relatively generic, nothing she particularly recognized until she hit a blue sweater she had no doubt was JJ’s and the all too familiar wave of sorrow swept through her again though this time it was laced with something different. The sweater was one of JJ’s favourites, one that she wore often and Emily couldn’t help but compliment her on every time. It meant something more than just a piece of clothing, it was a piece of home, one that JJ had purposely made sure would get to Emily when she needed it the most. It was a reminder to Emily, that she wasn’t being completely forgotten, that not everyone in her life thought she was buried in a grave somewhere. JJ knew she was alive and she loved her and wasn’t about to stop thinking about her friend just because she was halfway across the world.

“Chart says you ate some of your dinner?” Your voice suddenly broke through Emily’s distraction and she quickly wiped at the corner of her eye.

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought it might help.”

“Good.” You scribbled down a couple of things, “I hope you find the motivation to finish the applesauce. Once your body’s used to some easy foods we can get you some better stuff, promise.”

“What about coffee?” She asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I can maybe snag some decaf in a couple of days. I don’t want you having it on a relatively empty stomach.”

“Decaf? Come on!” She groaned, “there’s literally no point to decaf.”

“There’s technically still caffeine in decaf.” You replied, flipping her chart closed, “besides, why do you need it anyways? Most people on extended hospital stays prefer to sleep their days away.”

“I just… do.” She snatched up the applesauce again, avoiding your gaze while she ate it.

“Okay.” You sighed, “well, finish the rest of that breakfast and then let’s get you up and moving. Even just to the end of the hall to start, you’re probably pretty stiff, wouldn’t want to overdo it on the first go, no matter what you were used to before the accident.”

Emily knew that you were just following procedure, the fake story put in place to protect her, the only one that you really knew. Still, she couldn’t help the anger that surged through her, that what happened was the furthest thing from an accident. The only accidental thing that happened that night was Ian getting the upper hand on her, a mistake that she would be kicking herself forever about.

“You don’t know shit about me.” She snapped, “how the hell would you know anything about how my body’s feeling right now?”

You took a breath, letting her words roll off your back as she glared daggers at you, your tone calm when you replied, “I’m your doctor. I have a pretty good idea what four inactive weeks in a hospital bed does to a person, I’ve actually got multiple degrees in it, but believe whatever you’d like.”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Other patients to nag?”

“You’re right. I do.” You scooped up the chart, tucking it under your arm, “I’ll leave the nurses to deal with you for today.”

With that you were gone from her room, the door falling shut with a sharp click and she let out a loud groan of frustration, hurling the second, still sealed applesauce across the room and into the garbage. She found you completely insufferable and absolutely could not wait until she was discharged and would finally be free from you.

On the other side of the door you let out an elongated annoyed grumble as you beelined back to your coffee, dropping your elbows onto the counter so your fingers could rub at your temples.

“That bad?” The nurse from earlier asked, a sympathetic look on her face.

“I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve the karma of being stuck with her.” Picking up the coffee you took a very large, much needed sip.

“There’s a three car pile up on its way into the ER?” She offered with a shrug, “probably a lot of trauma, multiple surgeries to keep you occupied.”

“Thank god.”

**

It seemed that every interaction between the two of you would go on like that as time went on. You started to leave checking on Emily to be a task later in the day, after rounding on other patients, maybe even swinging by the ER to give a hand there for a few hours. You seemed to catch her in a slightly better mood if it was closer to lunch time than breakfast, it gave her more time to wake up, to feel human.

Though that didn’t stop any of the animosity, that was only getting worse with each visit.

You were just trying to do your job, to make sure that your hard work back in the OR in Boston wasn’t going to go to waste, that she would heal properly. Most days you could get your updates from her chart or vitals, leaving some of your visits relatively silent, you no longer cared to try and push small talk, you knew she wasn’t going to give you any answers anyways.

Emily spent each day dreading the moment you would pop through the door, knowing that you would likely have something to say about how much she’d eaten, how she should be able to do a loop of the recovery wing by now, or ramble on about anything else. At least by this point she’d scared most of the nurses into silence, they’d come in, leave food, update a couple of things and leave, there was no pushing from them. She would never tell you, but she was so incredibly thankful for the things you’d brought the other day. Daytime television was terribly boring no matter where in the world you were, she was now able to distract herself with a book or lose track of time playing games on the tablet.

She found her appetite continued to pick up as time went on, less medicine and pain killers flowing through her body meant she was beginning to feel a little bit more like herself. The waves of nausea now were only because she’d been without food for a little too long between meals and there was no one to blame but herself for that. Despite now eating on a more regular schedule she had absolutely no motivation to get out of bed, she felt stuck, like there was no reason for her to bother with it. She had everything she needed within arms reach, except for bathroom trips and even those were close enough. The only thing she thought she would consider leaving her room for was to see if she could sneak down to the cafeteria to get a coffee but she knew the likelihood of that happening were slim to none. She may have had the nurses intimidated but even they knew she was on a strict limit for caffeine.

As she watched the sun set on another day through her window she let out a soft sigh, feeling the now all too familiar melancholy wave over here once again. If her math was correct, the team would just be wrapping up their day at the BAU, likely making plans to hit up Rossi’s for dinner, O’Keefe’s for drinks, maybe Penelope dragging people out on a movie night in an attempt to forget the events in Boston. JJ could be heading home to Will and Henry, a love and laughter filled family dinner.

Everyone had a place where they belonged, where they fit perfectly and felt entirely at home and at peace.

Emily did her best to hold back the shuddering breath, knowing that if she cried too hard it would hurt the healing wound in her torso, that it would bring back the ache in her ribs that had finally left her. Instead she let the tears slip over her cheeks silently. She’d been alone her whole life but she’d never felt more isolated than over the course of these weeks, not even when she was undercover. As she began to fight spiraling down she found herself wondering about her mother, what she thought about Emily’s death, how she was grieving or if it had simply slipped past her, added to the list of things ‘we don’t talk about’.

The last thing on her mind as she managed to finally succumb to sleep in the darkness of her hospital room was that she really had no reason whatsoever to get out of here. There was nothing waiting for her outside the hospital walls, no purpose for her to get better faster, she may have gotten out of there alive but she’d completely lost her life and everything that had come along with it, especially the joy.

*

Emily let herself sink into a hole of wallowing and self pity, she didn’t have a lot of fight left in her anymore, wondering each day if it was worth it to fight for herself. She answered the required questions, ate her meals, tried to bargain for coffee, and lost herself in the fictional world of books or mind numbing movies, shows or games. At least once a day you asked her to get up, to even walk just to the nurses station and back and each day she refused, leaving you more annoyed with each interaction. She was, without a doubt, the most frustrating patient you’d ever had. You thought that maybe it was that she didn’t want to be seen out of her room in the gown, part of the reason you’d brought the other clothes to her, but while she’d changed into them, it hadn’t changed her opinion on the matter at hand.

Which brought you to today, you’d been off part of the morning after working overnight on an emergency surgery. Though you hadn’t bothered on going all the way home, knowing you were the one who needed to check in on her later. You were supposed to have been off by five the day earlier, having started the shift halfway through the night but emergency trumps sleep. And sleeping in the on call room through the morning meant staff coming and going and far more noise than you were happy with. To say you’d slept well would be the biggest lie in the world.

You’d caught Emily just after lunch, happy to see the food tray empty as you greeted her with a fake and tired smile, one that she didn’t bother to return. You checked over a couple of things and then mentioned you had to check her stitches and skin grafts.

“These ones are looking pretty good.” You commented about the ones on her front before you nudged at her shoulder, “lean forward for me.” She did as you asked, “hmm…”

“What?” She grumbled out, wincing at the feeling of your fingers gently prodding at the mark.

“Your stitches look a little inflamed, possibly infected.”

“So you’re saying you did a shitty job?” She asked and you returned the statement with a glare.

“We knew thanks to your spleen that this was a likely side effect. I’ll order some intravenous antibiotics and if that doesn’t calm them down, I’ll redo a couple of them.”

“Great. Try not to leave me looking like leather face.”

You were too tired for this; you hadn’t even had your daily coffee and you were at your wits end when it came to her and her constant snipping. “Okay, don’t blame me for your injuries not healing properly when you’re the one not doing the bare minimum of taking care of yourself. I’m not the one who went out and got you stabbed.”

“Wasn’t like it was my idea of a good Friday night either.” She grumbled and this time you did roll your eyes, shifting her shirt back down, indicating that she could lean back against the bed again.

“Valerie, this is why you need to get up and moving. I’ll bet a hundred bucks you’re sleeping on your back?” You raised a brow and she gave you a very tense nod, “I don’t need you running marathons or spending all day wandering the hospital halls but all this time in bed is what’s irritating the stitches, why do you think the one on your front is fine? The constant shifting around in the bed is causing friction on your clothes and the sheets, you need to start getting up, even if it’s just moving between the couch, bed and chairs.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re incredibly bossy?”

“All the time.”

“I’m not doing it.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “there’s no point.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re incredibly stubborn?” You asked, mirroring her posture and she absolutely refused to look at you, “okay well next time I’ll just leave the stake in then.” Your voice raised and Emily nearly jumped, not expecting you to push back as intensely, “you just don’t get it do you? You had a hole through your entire abdomen, it took a large team of elite surgeons to operate. The best in their fields, the ones who were able to repair numerous things that other doctors would have no idea where to even begin. I made sure the plastics guy stitched up your face, you’re welcome!” You shook your head in disbelief, “you know… working in the medical field you see a lot of really wild shit and sometimes peoples will to live, or their acceptance to leave this planet compared to their injuries don’t make the slightest bit of sense. And that applies here. You coded in the ambulance; you’d lost so much blood, multiple other surgeons would have said it was a waste of time, resources and money, that your wounds were too extensive and to this day; I do not know how the fuck you survived it. You should be dead.”

You paused to let that last little bit sink in, wondering if any of this was going to even get through to her or if by now this was a complete lost cause. Emily felt something creeping through her, unable to distinguish what kind of feeling it was and she didn’t trust saying anything yet.

“But you’re not. You’re here, and you’re alive. Because there was something, or someone out there in the world that made you keep fighting and live through whatever happened to you that night and the physical trauma that came afterwards. Sure, you woke up halfway across the world with no one but a pain in the ass doctor to look after you, but you survived. I get it okay, I know what it’s like to feel completely alone and have no one by your side, to lose all motivation to do anything because no one even knows where you are. If you don’t want to keep going for yourself, don’t. But do it for whoever or whatever gave you the strength to get through that night.” Reaching forward you yanked the blankets off her to the foot of the bed, tugging on her uninjured side until her legs were swung over the edge.

“Hey!”

“Get your ass out of bed.” You said through gritted teeth, “because you may absolutely suck but there is something out there that apparently makes it all worth it for you. So just fucking do it.”

“I—” She protested as you turned, picking up her chart to leave the room.

“I don’t want to hear it!” You turned back, “you have been nothing but incompliant since you woke up. All I’m trying to do is help you and you think everything coming out of my mouth is poison and I’m sick of it, I’m sick of playing good doctor. You wanna rot away in a hospital bed, get out of here with even more scars cause I had to do a third skin graft on your back and you’re confined to a wheel chair because you let your muscles atrophy, be my guest.”

This time the door swung shut with much more force than before and she knew she’d thoroughly pissed you off. She gulped, wondering if the feeling floating through her was guilt or if it was something else.

*

It was hours later, after dinner had been served and empty dishes recollected, the hospital winding down for the evening, your coffee fairy nurse finishing up some paperwork at the main station. People were still occasionally coming and going, dropping off charts, saying their good nights and the like she didn’t think anything of the noises around her until a voice she didn’t recognize spoke.

“Euh… est-ce que le docteur Carter est la?”

“She went home.” She mumbled in reply, her gaze still on the last chart, “something about a personal day?”

“Oh…” Emily stalled.

“Something I can help with?” She finally glanced up, her eyes widening “oh! Ms. Stewart! I’m so glad to see you up. You just missed Doctor Carter; did you need something?”

“Uh… maybe another applesauce? Or pudding if I’m allowed, just something a little different?”

“Yeah, of course.” She flipped the chart closed, sliding it onto the shelf, “I’ll bring a couple to your room, feel free to keep stretching your legs though.”

“Thanks.”

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Two Paper Airplanes

You and Bob have never had a hiccup. He was always the same-old Bob, kind and loving and gentle. You think that's all going to change after the birdstrike, after you tell him some news.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

“Eject, eject, eject!” 

The sound of Phoenix and Bob’s voices over the radio make you want to hurl. Literally. You feel your stomach twist so quickly you barely know what’s happening until Rooster has a hand on your shoulder. You don’t say anything, the placement of your hand on your abdomen must be enough for him to deduce what’s happening. He calls for Hangman to bring him a trash can, and you almost ask how he can tell, how he just knows you’re going to throw up. You can’t, though, because in a blinding sequence of events, you end up on the floor. Jake’s holding your feet against his stomach, still standing to try and get blood flow back to your head. Rooster is fanning you, almost hilariously, with a chunk of papers. You lick your lips, which are too numb to feel, and Halo sighs. 

“You scared the shit out of us,” she gasps out, her hand clutched in yours. “You okay, Dreamer?”

You close your eyes for just a second , opening them again to see Maverick crouched next to you now. You flinch, the memory of him being up in the air with Bob and Phoenix when they- 

“Bobby?” You whisper, quiet as a mouse. He nods his head and then shakes it.

“He’s okay. They’re gonna check him out, probably keep them both overnight which is normal,” he says, still shaking his head. “He’s okay. Why don’t we get you checked out?” 

20 stitches in a hospital room

Between the two of you, there are 20 stitches. Four in your hand from where you’d sliced yourself with the kitchen knife just a few days ago, and 16 stitches in a small cut on his shoulder from a rock he’d uncomfortably slid on as he landed. Parachute operated fine, canopy operated fine, everything is fine. 

Except there are 20 stitches and one test result remaining completely hidden. 

You sit at his bedside while he naps off whatever they’d given him. He’s grounded for a few days, just to recover, but you wish he were grounded forever. You’d give everything you had to make sure he never got in another jet. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers, his hand in yours. You’re staring off at the wall, or maybe the window, he can’t tell. But he does know you’re out of it, because he’s called your name three times now. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, so quietly he shifts to hear you better. 

“What, baby? I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I’m pregnant.”

When you started crying, I did too

“You’re…” he whispers, pushing himself up in the hospital bed. You don’t stop him—you can’t. “Oh, God.”

“Pregnant. I’m pregnant.”

You aren’t sure what reaction you wanted out of him, but he starts crying. You suppose that’s a suitable reaction, because you start crying, too. 

“If you want to… we haven’t even…” you stumble over your own sentences, shaking your head. “We’ve only been dating a few months, less than a year, and if you don’t want this…”

“No!” He gasps, and your heart sinks. He sees the reaction on your face and he immediately wants to fix it. There’s an overwhelming feeling of dread in the pit of his belly, he wonders if this is how you felt when you heard him eject. “No, not like that, baby, no. I want… I want this baby and a wedding and a million more babies with you.”

You look up at him, eyes wide and lip wavering. “Bob, you don’t have to just… say that.”

“Shut up,” he says, his voice more firm. You look at him closer, now. He has your undivided attention. “No, please, God. It’s you. It’s been you since the moment I saw you. I have a ring in my locker on base because I didn’t know where to hide it at our house and- and I was going to propose but this happened and…”

When the sun came up, I was looking at you 

He’s there every waking moment. Throughout all the waves of nausea and doctors appointments and midnight cravings, he’s a solid, unwavering force until your baby girl comes into your lives in the middle of the plastic tub in the living room. She doesn’t cry, not at first, quiet just like her father. She just opens her eyes, taking it all in, before a solid tap on her butt makes her curl her hands into fists and wail. The sun was just beginning to rise as she slipped from you after a long night, but you’re suddenly more awake than you had been previously. You’re crying, looking between Bobby who was adamant about getting in the pool right behind you and that tiny little baby girl. 

“She looks just like you,” Bob whispers, his hand coming up to meet yours against her back. “She looks like you.”

You just shake your head, leaning it back against Bob. Bob, who was just as exhausted, who had been at work when you called him contracting, who had raced home and changed into swim trunks and got in right behind you in water that was now slightly chilled. “She’s gonna be so much like her daddy. Quiet and kind and loving. She’s gonna be your little girl.”

He can’t stop staring at you, as the sun rises more and peaks into the living room. He doesn’t even stop staring when you’re resting on the couch, curled up in blankets and drifting off to sleep. He just holds your little baby, his little baby, and stares. 

God, he loves you both more than he could have ever imagined.

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alien stage high school(+twist) au!! ivantill

summary: there's an old ring in an antique shop, and the perfect gift for someone you like. when ivan gives it to till, he finds that he can wish for something relating to till - as long as he pays a price.

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it's an ordinary day. that is, ivan was going to school, ready to bother till again. he gets up early every morning, sends a text (or seven) to wake till up, then heads on his way to class.

he takes a slightly different route today. it's been seven years since till and he first hung out outside of school, and he needs to find a gift for the occasion. he's sure that till doesn't remember, but ivan does, and that has to count for something.

in the window of an antique store, he spots it. though weathered, a beautiful ring with a gemstone that reminds ivan of till's eyes sits there, waiting. he buys it without a second thought, fiddling it in his hand as he planned how to go about gifting it. it's for the best that it was anonymous. so, wrapping it in discreet packaging, he slipped it into his locker and waited for till in the classroom as he always does.

fifteen minutes later, just half a second before the bell rang, till came crashing in and claiming his spot next to ivan. in the corner of his eye, ivan watched as till fiddled with the ring. satisfied, he opened his textbook and got ready to write notes (which, of course, was for till. color-coded, neatly organized, and three or more syllable words having the definition beside it).

after that, he didnt have anymore thoughts about the ring. it was not the first gift he gave to till, and not the most expensive one either. he'd feel a slight satisfaction when he saw it on till, but other than that—nothing.

well, that was how it went until till was involved in a car crash.

ir was an otherwise ordinary day. till was most probably going to the music store for new strings or sheets, and as much as ivan would like to, he wasn't by till's side 24/7. he only heard about it when the hospital contacted him as an emergency contact (something he had done without till's knowledge) that he found out.

when he arrived, till was in a coma. he was the most peaceful ivan had seen him in a long while, and not even dreams brought a sign of life to him.

ivan pulled some strings to get till a private, vip room, make sure till's "guardian" wasn't contacted, get them both sick leave from school, and settled in the hospital for rhe foreseeable future.

till's father was out of town most of the time, only coming for urgent matters. ivan decided that he didnt need to be there.

soon, ivan came by to the school once a week to turn in work and explain to the principal that till was not waking up anytime soon.

a month passed. ivan... ivan was growing desperate. by till's bedside, he had practically made a home for himself; his laptop, notebooks, novels... if he were an artist, he'd draw till again and again until he went insane.

"till," he said. there was no response. "god...till, why won't you wake up? open your eyes, or twitch a finger. till, till... i wish you were never in that accident."

ivan fell asleep again that night by till's bedside.

when he woke up, though, it was in his own bed. he felt oddly refreshed, as though the past month were a dream. looking at the calendar, his mouth dried.

it was the day till had gotten into the crash.

was it really all a dream? ivan grasped at his phone. it was six pm, an hour after till had gotten into the accident. before he could do anything, the door opened.

"ivan, there you are. i thought you invited me over to do the project, not sleep." till stood there, alive and well. and, well, ivan decided to put the rest in the back of his mind.

he went out to the dining room, where till had set up the project. notebooks and papers were already scattered across the table, though it was obvious till hadn't worked on any of it yet.

ivan looked at till. he couldnt forget how till had lied, unmoving, on that hospital bed.

"i'll make us food," ivan decided, heading to the kitchen.

ivan had learned how to cook long ago, if only to feed till. till, for no apparent reason, had hated the food his nanny used to make, so ivan took it upon himself to learn. it took several years to perfect the art of cooking for till.

ivan set down the finished dishes in hastily cleared spots and sat next to till, eating his own share. as till wolfed down his food, ivan stared blankly at his.

was his tongue broken? why couldn't he taste it?

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a week later, in chemistry lab, till had gotten a little too handsy. ivan sat next to him on the way to the hospital, and thus he witnessed till's absolute devestation when he learned that his hands wouldn't be able to heal the way it had before.

till had painstakingly learned the guitar, how to draw, and it would all be ruined because his hands were burned.

ivan frowned, looking down at till's bandaged hands. unbidden, he recalled the car accident, and quietly, he whispered; "i wish till's hands will heaal to a state better than before."

the next week, it was as if a medical miracle had graced till. his hands returned to it's condition, if not better. ivan looked at till's hands, unable to smell anything. it was fine, though; he'd give anything to till.

===

the next to go was his right leg. it wasn't anything that bad; ivan's newfound loss of taste and smell led him to seek food that felt nice eating. they both went to a restaurant together, where a robbery had happened whilst they were there. till was shot in the leg; naturally, ivan wished to go back so that he could take the shot instead.

unfortunately, it hit some nerve, or it was the wish's penalty. ivan was unable to use his leg again.

it was easy enough to wrap it up in a cast and walk in crutches, though.

[zealouscanonindeer]

Dangerous Games 4

Synopsis: If you win, good. If you don't, even better.

(It's all fun and games until things get real.)

Category: Fluff.

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I groaned as I shifted my weight onto my left side, my sore body and aching muscles complying hesitantly. I squinted at the bedside clock, the fluroscent 5:40 hitting my eyes. I felt for my phone, switching off my alarm, which was gonna go off in another 10 mins.

Ethan was dead asleep next to me, his heavy breaths cutting through the silence of the bedroom. I curled further into the duvet, the Egyptian cotton soft against my naked body before forcing my body off the bed.

A little clumsily I made my way to the shower, my legs wobbly. After all, we had only gone to bed 3 hours prior. Ethan's reasonable words of needing rest echoed as I fought the creeping exhaustion. But wasn't it his fault that he was so hot that I could barely contain myself?

I dressed quickly, putting on a pair of scrubs, grabbing my things and an apple as I exited the apartment, lucky enough not to wake up Ethan or Jenner and made my way to the nearest subway station.

Work continued as usual with new patients at the clinic and a few new entries for the diagnostic teams which Baz and I dealt with pretty quickly. Lunch rolled around and I made my way into the resident lounge.

I stopped in my tracks as all my friends turned towards me, staring. Sienna looked a mixture of horrified and slightly amused. Jackie broke into a laugh, whistling.

"What? "

"Whare have you been all night, huh? Who was this new guy? "

"There's no... " I stopped, better her believe it was some one night stand than realizing I was sleeping with my much older boss. I reverted my answer.

"Just some rich philanthropist. " I said dismissively. They eyed me skeptically, Jackie opening her mouth to say something when Elijah stopped her. She nodded to him, steering the conversation away from the current topic.

After lunch, Sienna and I hung back. She still looked abashed, slightly flushed.

"Did you not drive them home yesterday? I left you the spare key. Did they suspect something?"

" Of course I did. Well..they didn't until this morning. "

"What happened this morning? "

"You walked in wearing Ramsey's scrub top. "

I looked down, my eyes widening in horror as the words Dr Ethan J Ramsey MD stared back at me, the white lettering against the blue fabric suddenly very prominent. The top suddenly felt oversized against my shoulders. It also smelled faintly of him.

"Fuck. Now? " I breathed out.

"Guess you should go talk to Dr Ramsey. " She replied, her sincere worry evident through her tone.

"He's gonna be real mad at me. "

"I doubt it. "

I rolled my eyes, opening up his chat and texting him whether he was in. On receiving his reply I scurried up the back stairs, his scrub top in my hand, having changed into a spare one I left in my locker in case of emergencies.

I knocked before entering, slowly peeking into his private office, finding him sitting on the desk, glasses reflecting the light of the computer screen in front of him, his hand running mindlessly over his beard.

"Hey."

"Penny, come in. What can I do for you?"

Stop using Penny and being professional in the same sentence.

"So.. This happened. " I held up his scrub top, waiting for him to figure it out.

"Rookie.. You did not! "

"It was really dark and I grabbed the first one I found." He ran his hand over his face, huffing in annoyance. A moment and he promptly slipped into damage control.

"Who all saw you? "

"I have been at the free clinic for 2 hours after which I met with Baz to discuss the new dignostic cases, although I don't think he realised, atleast he didn't let on that he did. Then I bumped into.. Oh god!.. the interns just before lunch where I met all my friends. " I rambled, embarrassed that the entire hospital probably knew by now.

I sat onto the couch, covering my face with my hands, I had made one big mess of everything.

"Penny, listen to me. " Ethan pulled my hands away, holding my chin in place to meet his gaze.

"It's not the worst thing to happen. In fact, I'm a little glad it did. "

"You are? "

"Yeah. Atleast no one will ask you out now, they know you are mine. Besides, June still hasn't found out, so we'll be fine."

"Are you making a joke right now? "

" I was trying to. " He chuckled fondly, tender eyes meeting mine with a lopsided grin

I laughed, pecking his lips as I relaxed onto the couch, teary that Ethan was so committed to us that he really didn't seem to care.

"I'm gonna head to the cafeteria to get lunch. I'll see you later. " I nodded as he reached for the door.

"Ethan? "

"Hmm.?"

"Your place, same time as usual? "

"Do you even need to ask? I believe I need to teach you a lesson..about mindfulness"

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I'm debating whether to continue the series further. Would you like to read a part 5 where Ethan teaches Aspen a thing or two about mindfulness?

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[starry-hughes]

omg the miscarriage 😣 is like to see how she reacts and how elias reacts

tw: talks of miscarriage, hospital, quinn cries

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you had gotten sick from a coworker. just a cold, you thought nothing of it. your doctor said you were fine. but pregnancy brain fog and sick brain fog, you had been forgetting your prenatal vitamins. your doctor had made one comment about your abnormally high blood pressure last week but you didn’t think you had to worry.

quinn was gone when you woke up, away at practice early in the morning. you had taken the day off work to recover from your cold. something was off. finding spots of blood on your bed sheets you panicked.

elias was scrolling through his phone in the locker room when your call came in. quinn was off in an interview. “hello (y/n), quinn’s in media” elias was cut off by sobs. “something is wrong. i have to go to the hospital.”

he sprung into action, finding someone nearby to pull quinn out of the interview while he had brock gather quinn’s stuff. “i’m getting quinn, it’s okay. what’s wrong?” elias was trying to calm down your sobs. he heard you said blood and he realized what was happening.

brock had been the one to grab car keys and rush over to the apartment. elias stayed on the phone with you. quinn was scared. he had never been this scared. elias told him what was happening and that brock was taking you to the hospital. being all too nervous to drive to the hospital, elias and quinn rode over with jt miller. the canucks players were all there to support the young defenseman.

quinn got to you as they found the heartbeat after a gruesome minute of nothing. brock finally left your side after quinn replaced him at the bedside. “she’s okay,” you sniffled. you were still terrified. the doctors said that sometimes blood spotting happens and that everything was okay.

“you have good friends,” you whispered to quinn as his hand fell to your bump, feeling a small movement from daisy calmed him.

the hospital staff was a bit starstruck by the whole canucks roster standing in the waiting room. quinn emerged from your room, the nurses were finishing up your discharge papers. “the baby is fine. she’s fine. y/n is fine,” quinn said, tears still threatening to spill. elias pulled him into a hug, letting quinn finally let out a choked sob at the idea of losing his daughter.