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My Top Posts in 2022:

Officer Down

Summary: After an explosion rips through a box truck in a parking lot, Hailey Upton doesn’t wake up immediately.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: injuries, medical tests, talk of needles and blood.

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The ringing in his ears began to fade as Jay sat up, the world covered in grey smoke. Turning his head too quickly was almost painful, but his mind was focused on one thing. Where was his wife?

“HAILEY!” He screamed, vision finally coming back fully as he looked around. The truck was blown to pieces, twisted scorched metal dotted around the lot. He thought there was a car alarm going off, but he wasn’t sure. “HAILEY!”

There was no response, and Jay made himself stand and survey the scene. She’d been just behind him. But now she was twenty yards away and he was running, losing his balance as he tried sprinting to her with a spinning head and aching heart.

“Hailey, Hailey. Hailey, wake up. Wake up!” She was too still, but her pulse was steady under her too pale skin. He grabbed out his multiway, the Intelligence only radio ignored as he fiddled with the channel.

“50-21 George there’s been an explosion at the parking lot at West Addison and California. 10-1, officer down. Roll an RA to our location right now, she’s unconscious.” His fingers never left Hailey’s neck, her pulse easing his worries. “Hailey, are you with me? Wake up, Hail, c’mon. Wake up.”

He was too afraid to shake her with the blow she’d taken, worried about how her back could have been injured. Instead with one hand he picked up his secure radio, Voight screaming into it.

“Sarge! Hailey’s been hurt. There was an explosion, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Is she awake? Jay, is she awake?” He could barely hear his sergeant’s question over the fear in his head but he shook it.

“She’s unconscious. Ambo is on the way, we’re closer to Rush but I’ll get them to bring us to Med. She’s not waking up.”

“It’s Upton, she’s going to be fine. Stay with your wife. We’ll stay on Escano, Hailey needs you.”

“I’ll keep you updated.”

The roar of the ambulance finally arrived, along with CFD’s finest. And in this case he was so lucky it was people he knew from 51 arriving, hoses in hand to knock back the fire from the explosion. Mikami and a stranger came running over with the backboard, shock on Mikami’s face.

“Halstead, what happened?”

“There was an explosion, a case we were working our CI got burned. Hailey got the brunt. Violet…” It was the first time he’d used the paramedic’s first name, and he saw immediately how it affected her.

“You’re coming with us, you’re injured too. I’m assuming you want Med?”

“Please?” Jay never begged, never asked questions, but when it was to get Hailey the best care he’d do anything.

“But Rush is closest to—“ The paramedic he didn’t know began to speak, but Violet interrupted her.

“Detective Halstead’s brother is an attending at Med, and this is said detective’s wife. If we don’t bring her to Med she’ll get transferred across. It’s better continuity of care.” She paused, finishing her survey and putting a c-collar on his still unconscious wife. “Go get the backboard on the other side. STELLA! We need you for a roll.”

Jay watched as one of his wife’s friends came over, dawning horror on her face as she realised it was Hailey lying there.

“Halstead…what…what can I do?”

“Just help her. Please.”

He watched them roll her on and strap her in, the rest of Stella’s truck crew running as gently as possible with Hailey to get her into the ambulance. Jay followed, pats on his back and squeezes to his arm as he got in from the people he knew.

“Let me know what happens,” Stella said, the last one to give him a squeeze as he got in.

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85 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

Slow Dancing

Summary: At a CFD awards gala, Violet makes a decision to go for what makes her happy.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: alcohol

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Violet stared at herself in the mirror, eyeliner perfect and her hair in an updo. Sylvie had convinced her to go to a salon for the two of them to get their hair done together before getting ready for the gala. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was getting her formal award so she had to turn up. Once the back was on her earring she stood, slipping into her heels. The dark green satin dress hung perfectly, her makeup neat. She’d be fine.

Apart from wishing that her paramedic chief would spend more time with her. But that was never going to happen, he was right. They needed space.

“Are you ready?” Sylvie called, knocking Violet back to orbit. She came out of the spare room, Sylvie on FaceTime to Matt and the boys.

“Here’s my partner who’s getting an award tonight! You look amazing.” Sylvie grinned and handed over a wine glass to Violet, the younger woman looking at the phone screen.

“Hey Casey, Ben, Griffin. Having a good night?”

“It’s only four here, but it’s good. Heading for dinner in a while. Congratulations on the award, you deserve it!”

It was a quick goodbye to them as they were ready to leave, Violet knocking back the last of her wine as the cab driver called to say they were downstairs.

The entire drive she could feel her nerves rise, Sylvie able to tell and holding her hand. It would be fine. It had to be. They walked in together, each receiving drinks tokens and looking around.

“You ok?” Sylvie asked, Violet nodding.

“Fine. I just hate being the centre of attention. But it’ll be fine.”

“You deserve this. Don’t panic.” Boden came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder that nearly made her jump. “Chief Hawkins has been singing your praises about that rescue. He wants you to know you deserve it. We all know you’re a fantastic medic, Violet.”

“Thanks. It means a lot.” The conversations went from there, and as the dinner was served she sat at the table with her shift. Everyone turned up to celebrate her, congratulating her on the award. But once the dry beef and over salted potatoes had been eaten it was time for the awards. Violet was one of three paramedics being awarded, the only one for a resuscitation. She watched Hawkins walk onto the stage, her heart doing a flip flop as she watched him in his well fitting suit and bow tie.

“As Paramedic Field Chief I’ve been honoured to do ride alongs with different paramedics under my tenure. And on my own ride along with Paramedic Violet Mikami I saw just how talented she was. We were called to the birth of a child who wasn’t breathing, and I watched her intubate and revive him after meconium ingestion. He made a full recovery, and in six weeks has gained several pounds and according to his mother is growing like a weed. They named him Joseph Mikami, as a way to honour the paramedic who saved his life. It’s not as impressive as naming an infant after her, but I’m proud that CFD is honouring her with the Clinical Resuscitation Award. Paramedic Violet Mikami, of Firehouse 51!”

The crowd cheered, everyone at the 51 tables standing to clap. She could hear Capp whistling as she walked up, smiling and taking the hand Hawkins offered for a shake. There were several others on the Paramedic Chief level there who she shook with before Hawkins pinned the award to her dress. Flashes popped for photos, Evan’s hand at the small of her back and all Violet could focus on was him beside her, the warmth of his hand through the thin fabric. There was a spark as he touched her and she tried to ignore it, but it was so difficult to do.

Finally she could get off the stage, sitting back down to watch everyone else get their awards. Once the medals were given out it was time for mingling and dancing, and all Violet wanted was to go home. But instead she went to the bathroom for a deep breath and a break.

She knew the step back between them was a good idea, that dating your boss was a bad idea. Or if it was even an ok idea there could be problems. It didn’t stop the heart wanting what it wanted. And what her heart was so desperate for was Evan Hawkins. She’d never felt this way about anyone before, she’d never wanted to even just hold someone’s hand that much.

There was a knock on the cubicle door, and she tilted her head back to blink back the emotions.

“One minute.”

“Take your time, I’m here.” It was Sylvie, and Violet tried to smile at her, but it was a fake smile. “You really like him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hawkins. A blind man could see how the two of you are, and how jealous Gallo is of the two of you. What’s going on?”

Violet shrugged, taking a moment before responding. “I asked if he has feelings. He said we need to take a step back. So I’m taking a step back.”

She studied Sylvie’s face, realising that she’d seen her PIC with a similar look on her face before. Except then it was because Violet had talked to her about Casey.

“I don’t know Hawkins too well, but he’s a Good man. And yeah you can make excuses about his job, your job, all of it. But you both deserve to be happy. And I think that he could make you happy, Partner. I really do.”

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104 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

Coffee At Midnight

Summary: While Sylvie is on furlough, Violet has to deal with floaters. But the final floater makes her think of painkillers, bubbly water, and Goodness.

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

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Walking onto the app floor Violet took a glance at 61, the Leslie Elizabeth Shay memorial shining in the dull January light. It was her final shift with a floater, and she couldn't wait for Sylvie to get back. Her friend was enjoying her time off, and Violet had gotten multiple photos of Sylvie, Casey, and the boys at various Portland landmarks. But dealing with different floaters thanks to the paramedic shortage was killing her slowly.

She made it into the changing room, putting her bag in her locker and pulling back her hair. Once that was done she went to the briefing room, but before she could Boden called her into his office, someone else already there in a paramedic uniform.

"Mikami! As you know there's a serious paramedic shortage right now. Chief Hawkins has agreed to do the shift with you so he can keep 61 on the road. Will that work?"

No. No, no, no, no, no. This was the exact opposite of what Violet wanted to happen. She wanted to forget Evan Hawkins ever existed, the way he'd looked at her after he'd announced Sylvie was funded. But it was hard to do when she looked at his brown eyes and he smiled at her.

"Yeah, sounds good. I can show you around 61 so you can see where everything is?"

"Sounds good. Is there a spare locker I can use?" Violet nodded, and they left to go to the locker room, pointing out the floater locker at the end. He nodded and went to speak, but before he could the bells went off.

It was a busy shift, and she didn't get a chance to talk to him about much as they worked. In and out, restocking and getting everything done. But when they sat in the cab, Hawkins - Evan, as he insisted she called him while they worked - asking how her holidays had been. She shared about it being the first one since her dad had died in the pandemic, that it had been weird but they got through it. He offered condolences, making Violet smile weakly. They stopped to pick up coffees, and he ordered a bubbly water in the drive thru, passing it across. He refused to let her pay for their drinks, waving it off with a smile.

She hadn't felt this way for almost a year, since she and Gallo had first had their thing. But that was long gone, and no matter what Sylvie and Ritter said she didn't have feelings for him anymore. He was a friend, but he annoyed her like a brother and she didn't want to date him again. But with Evan it was different.

She'd joked with Sylvie that a man who gave you bubbly water and painkillers was a man to keep, but finding out everything that he'd done for her while she was in hospital had meant a lot. He'd done it without thinking, leaving the cup for her there. It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for her.

The shift passed both slowly and quickly, and when they got back at eleven he went to sleep in Sylvie's bed. Violet stayed sitting in the common room, watching the room empty as people drifted to the bunks. But she stayed in her seat, a cooling mug of coffee in her hand.

She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. If it was six weeks ago her jealousy over Cara had burned through her stomach, three months ago she’d comforted Sylvie when Casey left for Oregon. But the idea that her feelings could be so muddled and confusing had never entered her mind.

“Penny for them.” Mouch slid over a fresh mug, taking in Violet’s expression. The older man sat next to her, his own mug in his hand.

“I’m fine. Missing Brett.”

“We all do. But you’re different than usual. Spit it out. Something about Gallo?”

Violet laughed, covering her mouth to muffle the sound as Mouch stared at her. That this was her immediate reaction confirmed that she was totally over him. But made her worry more about it.

“Or how working with Hawkins is? Is he a good paramedic?”

“He’s great…can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

Violet took a deep breath, taking a sip before admitting it.

“How bad does it look if you date someone above you in the chain of command?”

It was silent, the only noise from the tv in the background as she watched Mouch process her words. His jaw opened slightly, and Violet waited to hear what he’d say, only slightly terrified of it.

“I’ve seen it happen, successfully. And I’ve seen the same relationship also crumble with it. Casey’s first wife was his candidate and they ended things. Then they got back together. And people looked at them oddly but they made it work. Her being on his truck didn’t end their relationship. Your partner for the day?”

“Maybe.”

“He’s a good guy. His family are good people, I knew his dad for years. If there’s something between you, I think you should go for it.” He stretched, standing up. “I’m going to bed. Enjoy.”

Violet cleaned the mugs, putting them in the dishwasher and heading to the bunk room. She passed Evan’s bed, his arm over his face as he dozed. Getting into bed she put the pillow over face, wanting to yell into it. But as she closed her eyes the bells went off.

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108 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

So, abortion is constitutionally illegal…

Hey, I’m Cíara, and I grew up with a constitutional ban on abortion that wasn’t overturned till 2018. So I know a thing or two about dealing with this. Here’s some tips.

Mutual aid funds. Donate, donate, donate. If you’ve got some spare cash, donate. They help low income pregnant people access abortions and are the easiest way to help provide access quickly.

Women Help is a provider of abortion pills for places where abortion is illegal. It comes in the post and should help.

If you do have a pill abortion and need to seek medical attention - you’re miscarrying. You’re miscarrying a wanted baby. Do all of your searches on incognito mode, delete any abortion related browser history before getting medical help. Will your doctors and nurses mostly want to help you? Yes, but you shouldn’t risk it anyway.

Make a note of states that still have abortion. Illinois passed a bill in 2019 saying that even if Roe or Casey fell abortion would still be legal there. It’s safe there.

Make a list of close to the border abortion clinics. This will be harder for the Great Lakes area (but you have Illinois so that helps). Off the top of my head cities to check out are Vancouver, Calgary, Regina, Winnipeg, Windsor, the GTA, Ottawa, Montreal, Quebec City and Saint John in Canada. In Mexico abortion is only legal on a state by state basis so be aware.

Organise, organise, organise. Don’t leave people behind in your organising. Trans men and people outside the gender binary can get pregnant. It’s not their fault, don’t throw them under the fucking bus.

Your first question to every politician, at every town hall, canvassing event, and more, is “will you decriminalise abortion and recognise it as necessary healthcare?” And you stick to that message. Make politicians dread seeing you because they know. Call their congressional office, write weekly letters. Flood them with “I am your constituent and this is what I want”.

And do that on the state level too! Constant communication.

I am so sorry to everyone who is about to go through this. Find your group. Organise. Protest. You can do this.

291 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Broken

Summary: After your boyfriend and friend break your heart, you’re left to try pick up the pieces of what happened. You don’t expect to fall for the fourth person in this twisted love affair, but Adam makes you feel less broken.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: infertility, talk of difficulty conceiving, pregnancy, infidelity, alcohol, angst with a happy ending

Pulling into your parking spot you threw your head back in the seat, staring at the car roof. Your doctors words kept going around and around in your head.

“There’s no physical reason you’re not pregnant yet.”

It had been eighteen months of trying, casually at the start but more seriously when it hadn’t happened. When the worry was too much that something was wrong. But you’d both been tested, Jay got back that his sperm were good quality. You physically shouldn’t have had a problem. But you still weren’t pregnant and it hurt so damn much.

Thumbing your engagement ring you got out and went to the elevator, wondering how you were supposed to tell Jay that they needed to run more tests, that your body just didn’t want to have a child.

As you got to your front door your fiancés work partner was standing there, Kim looking sick to her stomach as she waited. When she saw you her face paled, and you went straight to her.

“Kim, hey! Is Jay inside?”

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you first. I need to tell you something.”

“Can it wait? I’ve had the day from hell.” She shook her head and you were immediately worried, watching her.

“It can’t. Look, I don’t know how to say this so I’m just ripping the bandaid off. Six weeks ago, Jay and I got drunk and slept together. I found out last week I’m pregnant with his baby.”

The words made you stumble, holding onto the wall for support. He’d cheated on you. He’d cheated on you and one night with someone else meant that he was about to become a father and it wasn’t your child. It wasn’t your baby. Because you were broken and this proved it if one time meant he could get someone else pregnant. Kim went to grab your arm but you shook her off.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare touch me. You’re one of my best friends. You were going to be a bridesmaid. How could you?” Your voice cracked on the final word, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to. We were drunk, it was a bad case. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want to see you outside of work again.” You turned and unlocked the door, closing it firmly behind you to leave Kim outside. But instead of a moment of peace, Jay stood and opened his arms for you.

“Hey, how are you? Where were you I missed you?” He came over for a hug but you sidestepped him, staring at the man you loved so much it hurt.

“What part of me wasn’t enough? Why did you cheat? Is it because I can’t give you a baby? And now you get to have one with her?”

“Baby, please I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”

“It doesn’t just happen! She was going to be my bridesmaid. Every time I got my period and sobbed she comforted me. And one night? One night and you get her pregnant? How could you?” You watched as the full force of your words hit him and you asked the question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to. “Do you love me anymore?”

“Of course I loved you!” His face dropped as he realised it was in past tense, and your tears flowed harder.

“Loved. Not love. I should have known you couldn’t love someone who can’t do the thing she’s supposed to do. I’m gonna pack a bag. Tell me when you’re in work so I can get the rest of my things.”

You went straight to your room, staring at your bed. At the artwork the two of you had picked, at the bed you’d made that morning. The bed you thought you’d sleep in for the rest of your life. But you pulled out a bag and threw clothes in, just wanting to make sure that you had enough to keep you going. When it was done you grabbed your tablet, your chargers, your toothbrush and shampoo.

Jay was standing there as you walked out, staring at you with watery eyes.

“Baby, please. It was a mistake. We can get through it.”

“No, we can’t. I was going to have your child. I spent today getting told I need even more tests because there’s no reason I shouldn’t be pregnant. And then with one night you get Kim pregnant? You told me she and Adam split up but not why. That’s why, isn’t it?” He nodded and it broke your heart fully in two. “I can’t do this. Because every time you had custody of that child, I’d be angry. And that innocent baby doesn’t deserve the sins of the parents inflicted on it.”

You held out your left hand, staring at the engagement ring there. The one Jay had proposed to you with a grin and a plea for you to marry him. Pulling it off felt so, so wrong. But you did, your finger bare for the first time in nearly two years as you set it down on the coffee table.

“We’re over. I’ll ask someone in Intelligence to tell me when you’re at work so I can pack my things. If you could box them up I’d appreciate it, but you don’t have to.”

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349 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

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