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somber-sapphic · 1 year ago

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Doctor vs. Lawyer

〘Prompt 9- White Coat Syndrome〙

〘Notes- This doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I think it's close enough. ALSO. I'm going to throw in a TW for anxiety, I projected a bit in this one. Aaannndd I made Reader a lawyer because it was the most stressful job I could think of.〙

〘Summary- Your wife being a doctor doesn't make you fear them any less.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Carina DeLuca x Sick Reader〙

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You sat on the edge of the cot in the ER, your knee bouncing rhythmically against the cold tile floor. You didn’t want to be here, in fact, the hospital was the last place you wanted to be. You didn’t even enjoy coming here to bring your wife lunch, let alone when you were actually ill.

It wasn’t that you disliked Carina’s coworkers, in fact, you got along with them all very well. But that was outside of the hospital. Here, you were something to be poked and prodded at and studied. You were helpless, out of your element. You weren’t in control.

A painful cough ripped through your chest, and you ducked your face into your shirt, doing your absolute best to suppress and quiet the fit. That cough was the reason you were here. You’d been talking to Carina on the phone (she hadn’t been home in days), and the young doctor had ordered you to come in.

“Car, I want to go home. I’ll be fine at home, please.” You whispered, turning pleading eyes on the OB/GYN who was staring at the floor.

“No, bambina, you need to be here. I can only do so much at home. I cannot help if you need antibiotics.” She explained firmly, rubbing her knee with a free hand while texting with the other. A quick glance over her shoulder showed you that she was texting Amelia, presumably in relation to your nonexistent treatment.

“I want to go home.” You said again, coughing into your shoulder. The cold you had woken up with a week ago hadn’t gone away, instead it had gotten 10x worse. Carina had been doing her best to monitor your symptoms but, in the end, she couldn’t legally treat you.

“I know. If you had done a better job at taking care of yourself maybe, we wouldn’t be here.” The brunette snapped, glaring at you. She loved you, she did, but she had also been working nonstop for weeks, barely leaving the hospital. She hadn’t been home to sleep or have a proper meal for eight days. The last place either one of you wanted to be was Grey Sloan.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears filling your eyes. More than you hated being here, you hated making the woman you loved angry. You knew that you should’ve taken better care of yourself, but you’d gotten distracted. It was hard being a lawyer, you often worked just as many hours as Carina.

The physician sighed and ran her fingers through her silky hair, tossing the long locks over one shoulder. She turned to face you and smiled a little, shaking her head.

“No, I’m sorry. It is not your fault that you got sick, I apologize for biting.” Now it was your turn to smile. Her little slip ups in English were always adorable.

“Snapping babe, not biting.” You corrected, putting your head on her shoulder. The mix of exhaustion from your illness and the nonstop bouncing of your leg was getting to you. Another wet cough tore through your body, followed by a sound you didn’t know that you could make. Now you felt anxious, sick, and pathetic.

“Oh, amore. I know you’re nervous, but I promise it will all be okay. We will make sure it’s someone you feel comfortable with, yeah? No one gets to touch you unless you’re okay with it. And as soon as it’s done, we will get you back home and into a warm bath, then bed.” She said, placing a featherlight kiss to your sweaty hairline.

You couldn’t fathom why on Earth she’d want to be kissing you right now, but there was no way that you’d be complaining. You leaned into her side, resting your head in the crook of her neck.

If your nose hadn’t been so stuffy you probably could’ve smelled her calming vanilla scent, the perfume always a comfort. You sprayed it all over the sweatshirt that was saved specifically for when she was gone.

“There she is, see, just Amelia. We like Amelia, no?” Carina said with a smile, running her thumb across your cheekbone. You nodded, still apprehensive. The neurosurgeon was great, you loved her as a friend, but still. Doctors.

“It will be fast my love. I promise.” Your girlfriend soothed, kissing your earlobe. It was a strange place for a kiss, but you weren’t about to object to a little extra comfort. With a final deep breath -and subsequent coughing fit- you steeled yourself, ready for whatever Amelia would throw at you. As long as Carina was there, you could do anything.

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triforce-of-mischief · 1 year ago

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ok kids, it's time to get some facts straight about the pediatrician.

as a big sister with a history of trypanophobia and related medical trauma, i don't want anybody else to go through what i did. these may not technically be examples of classic abuse, but too many factors of my trauma have been normalized to the point that i didn't question any of it until i was in college. if it's safe for you to do so, please talk to a trusted adult if you can relate to any of these issues. you deserve to be treated right 💜

one more note: "kid" refers to anybody visiting the pediatrician, everybody up to 18 years old usually

normal: a kid is nervous about going to the doctor

not normal: a kid suffers from chronic nightmares, anxiety, and panic attacks for a prolonged amount of time (weeks before an appointment, years after a traumatic visit)

normal: a kid has high blood pressure when entering the doctor's office due to anxiety

not normal: a nurse lies to a kid ("you won't need vaccines today") in an attempt to lower their blood pressure

normal: a kid is given a consent form asking if they're comfortable with the doctor checking their private parts

not normal: a kid's guardian forces them to sign "yes" and consent to the doctor checking their private parts

normal: a doctor asks a kid's guardian to leave the room for a few minutes during the exam so the kid can ask questions they don't feel comfortable asking around their guardian

not normal: a kid's guardian is not asked to leave the room during the exam, and the kid is not given the opportunity to ask questions they don't feel comfortable asking around their guardian

normal: a kid is scared of vaccines, and resorts to their 'fight reflex'

not normal: a kid is not taught any coping strategies for fear or offered any comfort during a scary procedure

normal: a kid is hugged or held by their guardian (or even a nurse) during a scary procedure

not normal: a kid is immediately pinned down/physically restrained by their guardian and/or one or more nurses during a scary procedure

^note: this will be near-impossible to negotiate during the procedure, as fear and logic do not mix well. if you can, try to make a plan before an appointment with your trusted adult in case you panic before/during a procedure so their first resort isn't to restrain you

normal: a kid is comforted and their fear is validated after a scary procedure

not normal: a kid is invalidated, shamed, and ridiculed for their fear, privately or publicly

ideal: if a kid is anxious about vaccines, they will receive them at the beginning of the exam or on a separate day entirely so their nerves do not interfere with the appointment

not ideal: vaccines are always administered at the end of the appointment, prolonging a kid's anxiety and messing with their mood and responses during the exam

^note: this may be even harder to negotiate, as your trusted adult may not want to schedule an extra appointment and the nurses will likely be rigid in their routine

remember: your feelings are valid, your trauma is real, and your consent is yours to give. no matter how young you are, your rights shouldn't be buried under people believing that you're just a kid who doesn't know better. i may not always have advice, but i'm here if you need somebody who can sympathize 💜

#pediatrics #white coat syndrome #trypanophobia #medical trauma #childhood trauma

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sickficideas · 1 year ago

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what are your favorite pm dazai headcanons, both funny and angsty? two of minemine are that he only ever really ate when stealing chuuyas food and that he’s a god at rhythm games (like his only good coping mechanism lol). also I love the idea of dazai with a hot pink retainer bc of chuuya plotting revenge

these are so cute 😭 i really love the stealing Chuuya's food thing omg....I'll list some of the ones I can think of that I like!!

- he's almost completely blind in the eye that he covers up in bandages

- I absolutely love father figure Hirotsu for pretty much everybody so I'm applying that to Dazai too...i think he silently looks after him

- he was medically experimented on by Mori when he was 14/15 (this either worsened or caused the blindness in his eye). he's afraid of doctors and refuses to be treated unless he can't make the decision for himself anymore. he's passed this onto Akutagawa (he thinks he's protecting him/preventing him from experiencing what he went through)

- I'm adding to your rythym game headcanon I think he is addicted to gacha games but he's super bad at them and spends a lot of money on them

- he likes to invite himself into Chuuya's apartment and will just be there when Chuuya gets home and eating his snacks or sleeping on his bed. Chuuya blows a fuse every time but at some point he learns about Dazai's actual living conditions and doesn't have the heart to tell him to go home

- also just a general hc (and not PM dazai exclusive) but I think he's autistic

#pm dazai my sweet baby #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #dazai #chuuya #hirotsu #skk #soukoku #bsd #medical abuse #experimentation #whump #blindness #iatrophobia #white coat syndrome #autism #ask box

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talkethtothehandeth · 9 months ago

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White coat syndrome is very real and my body is shaking more than the 2020 earthquake

#personal #white coat syndrome #chronic pain #disabled #chronic illness #cripple punk #ehlers danlos syndrome #arthritis #chronically ill

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faofinn · 1 year ago

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9. White Coat Syndrome

Holidays were a rare treat for the Cunningham-Cole crew. Both Taidgh and Harrisons jobs were difficult for raising a family, but they refused to let it get in the way. Each day out was precious, even a few hours at the park, a walk to feed the ducks, the tiny things that meant the world to both dads.

With the kids old enough to actually be a contender in races, Harrison often brought his running blade to join in - he wasn’t going to let Tai have the fun. So that's where they found themselves on a warm Sunday morning, charging around the park like idiots. They'd planned to stay the day, picnic packed and ready. Levi was old enough to join in, though he didn't always undenal the rules of whichever game they were playing, occasionally ending up in tears.

Frisbee was easy enough, so they eventually moved onto that. The park was quiet enough, though the hum of other families laughter carried across the air. Even Harrison's laughs carried across, Alfie having his life and loving it. Scout was just as bad as them, haring around the park and herding his family.

Tai loved their weekend days out, when the whole family could mess around together. It was a warm day, the sun shining over the grass. The kids were rowdy, on their last few weeks of school holidays, and it had been good to get out of the house. He’d been haring about with them that morning, trying to catch up with the kids, but his knee had twinged and he’d ended up sat on the picnic blanket watching them play Frisbee, Scout rushing madly between them as he tried to catch it mid-air. He let them play for a while, before his stomach growled at him and he couldn’t ignore the food he was sat next to any longer.

“Hars! Kids! Come on, lunch! I’m starving to death over here!” He called.

They raced over, Scout leading the way with his bounding strides. The boys were close behind, but Harrison lagged slightly, his own leg starting to ache.

Harrison settled by Tai, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pressed a kiss to his cheek, the pair like lovesick teenagers. Of course, the kids made their displeasure known, a quiet chorus of gross as they laughed.

Tai leaned into Hars, grinning at the kids. “You’ll get it when you’re older.”

"Ew, no! It's gross!" Kieran laughed, his nose scrunched.

“You’ll get a kiss too, if you’re not careful!” Tai teased, reaching out for him.

"No! Alfie, help!" Kieran wriggled away, shouting and laughing.

“I’ll get you both!” Tai said, as Alfie piled in, and Scout tried to join in too, barking and hopping excitedly.

Harrison sat back with a smile, looking proudly on at the chaos he'd created. He grabbed a sandwich while the others were distracted, sneaking Levi a piece of cheese his youngest had been eyeing up.

Eventually the chaos died down, the twins and Tai flopping back on the blanket breathless and grinning. He reached for the food, grabbing a sandwich.

As the kids dug in, Harrison nudged Tai's thigh. "Hey."

“Hey, you okay?”

"More worried about you. I saw you twist it."

“Just a little twinge, I just didn’t want to do any more damage to it."

Harrison rubbed his thigh. "Are you in pain?"

“Not now I’m sat down.”

"Are you sure?"

“Yeah, it’s not bad. I just didn’t want to be haring around on it and making it all swollen. If they don’t do this op tomorrow I’m going to have a breakdown.”

Harrison hummed, fingers trailing over skin. "Yeah, I know."

“Are you sure work are okay with your time off?”

"As if I'd give them a choice."

“And Steve’s okay with having the kids?”

"He's looking forward to it."

“Mm, okay.” He said, and kissed his cheek again.

Harrison reached a hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face up to kiss him properly. His thumb stroked his cheek as he pulled back. "It's going to be okay. I love you."

Tai smiled. “Love you too.”

He quickly pressed a kiss to Tai's nose before moving to lean against him and reaching for his can of pop. "You know I'll be there for you, whatever you need."

“Pass me another sandwich?” He asked cheekily.

"What's the magic word?" He teased, dangling it out of reach.

“Mm, please?”

Harrison grinned. "Nope."

“Hey!”

"You gotta say the magic word!"

“Please is the magic word!”

"Nope!"

“Come on!” He whined, kissing him on the cheek again.

Harrison's resolve cracked. "It's a good job I love you."

“And I love you too.”

Their day was heaven, a picnic in the warmth followed by more stupid games after they’d eaten. Eventually, though, they headed home, all of them just completely shattered. It was a job to corral sleepy kids to bed, Tai and Hars exhausted themselves. Scout had spent the evening sprawled out asleep on the rug in the living room, looking like they felt.

Even Tai and Hars had headed to bed early that night, aware they were up early the next morning. They fell asleep with Tai’s head resting on Harrison’s shoulder, warm and comfortable. When their alarm went off the next morning, Tai just snuggled up against him, refusing to move.

He was eventually coaxed out of bed and got dressed, enjoying the last glass of water he was allowed. Steve arrived to look after the boys, and after some hugs and fuss, the pair of them headed to the hospital. It was weird, driving their familiar commute for something other than work.

Harrison knew Tai was stressed. He could feel it a mile away. Of course, he was worried too, not just for the operation, but his recovery and everything that came with it. The operation itself was rubbing a little too close to home for Harrison, having had so many himself. It was the right leg, too, which only stirred up more emotions for him. He shook his head to clear his mind, taking Tai's hand as they headed in.

Tai squeezed his hand gratefully, heading through the doors into the day surgery unit. It was unfamiliar, which was both good and bad, but he signed in at the desk and then it was a waiting game, his left leg bouncing anxiously.

"You've got your bag, you've got stuff for after, some juice and some throat sweets." Harrison murmured, mainly to himself. "And you've got your sweets for emergencies, and I put an extra juice box in for you, too. I've got the insulin and I'll give it to the nurses when we get there."

Tai glanced over at him. “What would I do without you?”

"Probably be a lot less stressed." He admitted with a laugh.

“A lot more stressed, more like.”

"Mm, maybe."

“Got you to look after me.”

"I'll always look after you."

“Yeah.” Tai said, moving to rest his head on his shoulder.

"Sickness and in health. All that bullshit." He pressed a kiss to his hair. "And anyway, we've got the kids. I can't manage them alone."

“You could.”

"I wouldn't."

“I hope they’re okay with Steve.”

"I think it's the other way round." Harrison managed to joke. "I think dad's gonna regret offering."

“Probably, they’re nightmares.”

"I can't even stand up for them. I know I should." He said sagely, trying to keep a straight face.

“They’re feral, but hopefully yesterday tired them out enough.”

"I hope so. Scout was bloody knackered, bless him."

“Looked how I felt.” Tai agreed. It wasn’t long before they called him through, and he gripped Harrison’s hand as he stood. All he wanted was to go home, but that wasn’t possible. They asked him to change, and they’d be back for obs and things. He hesitated, looking at his fiancé. “Can I just sack this off and we just go home?”

"Don't be daft." He shook his head, though wanted nothing more than to do the same. "You need this sorted. Just think, this time tomorrow, all the operations and stuff will be done. And you'll only have the physio to do."

He pulled a face. “Even worse.”

"What, you're not looking forward to physio?" He feigned shock.

“Nobody looks forward to physio, knob.” He shot back.

"And after all the shit you gave me?"

“I’m allowed to give you shit, we’re getting married. Besides, I’m already doing physio.”

"Yeah, well, I'm doing a physio."

He snorted. “That’s a terrible joke. Can we go home? I don’t want to do this.”

"No, we can't." Harrison sighed. "And I'm not being a dick, but you need to take a few deep breaths, try and relax as much as you can. I can feel your anxiety from over here, and it's not gonna help you."

He forced himself to take a breath, his lips pressed tightly together. His shoulders slumped as he let it out, reaching for Harrison. “I hate hospitals.”

Harrison stood, moving to wrap his arms around his fiance. "I know, I know. I've got you."

He leaned into him, taking another deep breath and focusing on the smell of him, washing powder and aftershave and something that was just him. Some of the tension drained from his shoulders, his body softening against Harrison’s.

"That's it, well done." He praised, kissing his forehead. "Another slow breath.'

He nodded. “Feel all sick and anxious.” He admitted.

"I know, I know. It's fucking shit." He soothed. "But you'll get all the good drugs soon, get a nice little nap, and you'll wake up with your leg sorted."

“I’m such a baby, jesus.”

Harrison couldn't help his smile. "I know it's the wrong time and all that, but I really love your accent."

“Piss off.” He grumbled good-naturedly. “It gets softer all the time, being stuck here with you.”

"We should go across, once you're better. I'm sure your mum would appreciate it."

“She would, it’s been too long since she’s seen the boys.”

"Tell you what, Christmas? Steve said he'd come too, we'll go over for the two weeks. Stay in a cottage, have Christmas there." He said, feeling Tai relax into him.

“As if you’ll get two weeks of leave at Christmas.”

"Watch me."

“Only if you forge a sick note will you get that much time off. And don’t even think about it.” He teased. “I don’t even think I could get that much off, but maybe a few days before new years?”

"We'll manage it."

“What about going to Fao’s? Won’t you miss that?”

"You miss your family for mine."

“I love your family.”

"My point still stands."

“Mm, it would be nice to go back. You won’t understand a word.”

"Be nice for the kids to have the accent though." He smiled, glad Tai was relaxing more. "Be like mini yous."

“We’d need to move for them to have the accent, really. Right now they’re just gonna end up like Fao.” He joked.

"Oh, I don't know which would be worse." He teased, his face falling as the door pushed open.

Tai tensed, his jokes forgotten as the door creaked open.

"Hi, Tai? Ah, excellent, you're all changed. I'm just gonna grab a few obs off you, and then we'll pop you through."

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Okay.” He untangled himself from Hars, sitting down.

Harrison mirrored his actions, sitting and fidgeting with a stray thread. The nurse was nice enough, but Harrison couldn't focus on their conversation, his eyes trained on the monitor.

Tai did his best to try and relax, focusing on his breathing. He’d looked to Harrison, but he was just staring at the obs machine, and that didn’t help. He tried to think of something else, of the Christmas trip they’d been planning, but the stupid thing had sound and he could hear how fast his pulse was, the way the blood pressure cuff squeezed so tight his fingers tingled and he prayed it wouldn’t be ridiculously high.

The nurse made a soft noise. “Oh, those are a bit on the high side, aren’t they?”

“I’m, uh, a really nervous patient. White Coat Syndrome and all that.” Was Harrison going to be pissed he was anxious again?

Harrison frowned at the obs, and stood up. He moved back to Tai's side, kissed his cheek and hopped on the bed next to him. He laced their fingers together, bringing their knuckles to his lips.

"Deep breath together?" He said softly. "Make you feel better."

He nodded, forcing himself to take another deep breath with Harrison.

He kissed their knuckles. "And again? All the way down, from your head to your toes."

“Gonna make me go dizzy.” He grumbled, but did as he was told after a few moments, focusing on drawing the breath all the way to his feet.

"Don't make yourself dizzy." Harrison murmured with a gentle laugh. "Defeats the point."

“I know.” His pulse had come down, and the nurse hummed.

“I don’t suppose you do your blood pressure at home, do you?”

Tai nodded. “Yeah, they asked me to at pre-op, given my anxiety. Last one was 121/83.”

“Oh, perfect.”

"He's the fittest person I know." Harrison said. "And I know I've gotta say that, but it's true."

“Well, I’ve not been so good recently, but I do my best trying to stay fit.”

Harrison stroked his thumb over the back of his hand. "You know, he even does the physio he's supposed to."

“Only because if I didn’t, I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite. Practice what you preach and all that.”

The nurse laughed, leafing through the paperwork. "Ah, yeah, here we are. You've got your blood pressures for the week. Bless, you really are nervous, aren’t you?"

He nodded. “Really nervous. I’m awful, I hate needles and I’m not overly fond of hospitals as a patient.”

"I don't blame you, not one bit. They're not nice to be in." He smiled. "Unfortunately though, we will have to put a little needle in when we go through."

“Yeah, I know.” He said. “I’d rather that than no anaesthetic, but I’m not a fan.”

Harrison huffed a laugh. "Hey, maybe they can get you a sticker for being such a brave boy? Finn did it to me for my last one."

“Oh, piss off.”

"I'm not even joking. He found a little cat one, and I woke up with paed tape on my cannula and a "good boy" cat sticker stuck to me." He laughed. "Ely was in on it, I swear. So was Fao."

“I don’t remember that.” He said softly.

"Oh, I shouldn't have said anything. I've ruined my surprise."

“Arse.”

He kissed his cheek. "I know."

The nurse smiled at the pair. "Your heart rate has come right down to normal now."

“He usually makes it go up.”

Harrison blushed immediately, his ears tipped red. "Tai."

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant you’re always stressing me out!”

The nurse laughed again. "Right, before Harrison here melts, why don't we get you through? The sooner you go down, the sooner you can be in recovery."

Tai couldn’t help the anxiety that shot through him. “Already? Thought I’d have to wait longer.”

"You're top of the list. We'll pop you through to the room and the anaesthetists are waiting for you to have a quick chat and then they'll take you down."

He nodded. “And Hars can stay?”

"For now, yeah."

"I've already spoken to them." Harrison said quickly. "They know."

“Okay then.”

Harrison squeezed Tai's hand. "We've got this. You’ve got this."

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acasualcrossfade · 1 year ago

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Someone to Stay

Sicktember Day 9: White Coat Syndrome

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: T | CW: brief mentions of blood, needles, physical abuse, terrible fathers/ parents

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Summary: Steve hates doctor’s appointments for many reasons. Eddie has a few ideas about how to help.

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Steve stared at the circled square on the calendar for today’s date with a sinking feeling. The scribbled words were loud and clear.

Doctor’s appointment.

He hated the doctor’s office. The sharp smell of sanitizer, the white walls that made him feel claustrophobic…He wished for a way out of it. It helped that he couldn’t eat because of his blood draw; he doubted his stomach could handle anything.

“We leave in five,” Eddie called from the kitchen.

“Can’t we just cancel?” Steve asked. “The headaches aren’t that bad.”

“Steve, they aren’t headaches, they’re migraines,” Eddie said, coming to place a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “And you’ve been getting them almost weekly.”

“I’ve had them for years,” Steve grumbled.

“Not like this,” Eddie reminded him gently. “I know you hate needles, but what is it about the doctor’s office?”

The childhood memory flashed in Steve’s mind and he caught snippets: the nurse with a tray of seven immunizations for his check-up, the way he’d fit himself behind the vending machine to hide, his father’s grip on him to pull him back in to the exam room, the force in which his father held him down as the nurse jabbed Steve with needles. Steve remembered the way he’d cried continuously afterwards and his father’s hot slap across his cheek to stop your tears.

Steve swallowed down the sour taste in his mouth. He hadn’t described much of his childhood and he hadn't talked about the many doctor’s visits that ended with his parents arguing. They’d pick him up from the appointment and spend the car ride home nipping and digging at each other about what Steve’s results meant for sports and scholarships. Or worse, they’d be in a tight silence the whole way home, his father braking the car hard enough to make Steve carsick.

“Just, don’t really like them,” Steve responded lamely.

“Is there a way I can help?” Eddie asked softly.

“It’ll be okay,” Steve sighed and nodded at the clock. “We’ve got to go.”

Eddie tugged Steve’s sleeve. “We’ve got a few minutes for this, hang on.” Eddie paused. “Maybe something for the waiting room? You still playing Animal Crossing on your Switch?”

Steve met Eddie’s eyes. “Yeah, you’d bring yours?”

“Course, that way I can play while I wait,” Eddie responded. “Maybe I can show you my new garden before you head in."

“You’re staying? I thought you had errands or something.”

Eddie gave him a look. “Yeah, I’m staying. No way I’m leaving you in there all alone.

Steve felt his face flush and a smile play at his lips. The thought of Eddie in the waiting room, not beside him but in the same building, simply nearby, melted the tension between his shoulders.

“And I’ll grab some snacks for after. We still have extra from watching Holly last week.” He stroked Steve’s cheek before heading to the kitchen. “You like Teddy Grams?”

Steve felt comforted.

Maybe that’s what he needed all along.

Someone to stay.

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