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A Day at the Station (Alex Karev's Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Two

Fandom: Station 19

Canon Episode: Season 3 Episode 12

Summary: Amber and Jackson help Ben operate on someone inside the PRT. Afterwards she and Jackson have a drink on the rooftop where he reminisces about Mark Sloan.

Words: 2449

Jackson and Amber open the doors as soon as Hughes called in a patient with smoke inhalation and severe burns from the storage unit fire they are at. Vic helps lift the gurney up to the truck as Amber and Jackson glove up.

“I got a crispy one for you.”

“Was this guy living in there?” Ben asks.

“Apparently. I got to get back in there and help the team.” Vic closes one door.

“You just carried a dude out of a burning building.” Jackson states the obvious, “Are you not getting a break or something?”

Vic grins smug, “Breaks are for the weak.”

“All right, look, another ground rule, you cannot be this heroic.”

“Oh, it's like your face. Can't control it.” Vic teases before running back to the fire with Jackson looking on with a grin that makes Amber nauseous. She rolls her eyes at Jackson before slamming the second door inside the sterile truck. Amber gets supplies out while Jackson expresses his worries.

“I do not know how Bailey does this. Watching someone she cares about run into burning buildings.”

Ben hooks up the patient to the rigs air supply, “Yeah, well, she, uh she worried. And didn't sleep. And, uh, then she had a heart attack. I thought you two broke up.”

Amber puts a blanket on the patient, “So did I but I guess their genitals didn’t.”

“We did, but that doesn't mean I want to see her die in a fire.”

“Well right now I kind of want to see my ex die in a fire.” Amber bitterly admits before their patient wheezes heavily waking up. They try to calm him down.

“Where am I? Everything hurts!”

“Sir, you were badly burned in a fire, but we're taking care of you. Karev give him 5 ml of morphine now.”

Amber does so while the man talks, “My wife…”

“What, is she inside?” Ben asks.

“No. No…She died five years ago. She would be so mad at me now. I lost my house. I've been living out of a storage unit.” They look at him in sympathy as they work, “She would say, ‘Luke, God can only do so much for you. You have to help Him help you.’ She would tell me to stop being so proud. She would…”

Luke coughs and Jackson adjusts his mask, “Deep breaths.”

Suddenly the monitor shows his heart rate dropping, “Yeah, his BP's dropping. Start dopamine.”

Amber administers the drug while Jackson listens to his chest, “Got muffled heart sounds here. And JVD. Damn it.”

“Yeah, he's definitely got fluid around his heart. He'll die if we don't drain it. Tube him. I'll get the ultrasound.”

Jackson grabs the laryngoscope but finds it difficult as Ben and Amber can see, “Problem?”

Jackson keeps trying, “Uh, no, it's just been a while. Usually, all my patients are intubated by the time I get them into the OR.”

Amber steps around to Jackson’s spot, “Okay give it to me I did three last week.” Jackson moves so she can hold the laryngoscope and successfully intubates, “Got it!”

Jackson attaches the tubes to the rigs air supply looking bashful, “Sorry it’s just…it's kind of like having a Lamborghini mechanic tune up a pickup truck, you know?”

Amber narrows her eyes at the comparison as does Ben who calls him out, “So…you're a Lamborghini?”

“Don't.” Jackson tells them regretfully, “I-I heard it as soon as I said it. Please do not tell Vic I just said that.”

Ben grins, “No promises.”

Amber grins as well, “I can promise but it’s gonna cost you buddy.”

Jackson sighs while he preps Luke for the drain output, “How much?”

Amber grabs the aspiration needle for Warren, “Next weekend with Harriet all the diapers are yours.”

“Fine.”

“And the spit ups.”

“All right deal.” While Jackson waves the ultrasound wand around Luke’s chest Ben inserts the needle in to drain the fluid. Amber debrides the burns on Luke’s face before applying topical antimicrobial applications so he doesn’t get infected before they take him to the burn unit, “Careful not to pierce the heart.”

“I'm in the pericardial sac.” Ben and Jackson look at the ultrasound in shock with Amber noticing as she applies the dressing.

“What is it?”

“There's no fluid coming out at all.”

Amber sees the ultrasound confirms that, “So what you were wrong about the fluid around his heart?”

Ben shakes his head, “There is definitely fluid around the heart. I can see it.”

“Too thick for the needle, maybe? There is something, something's off here.”

“Pre-existing conditions?”

“Like lung cancer or HIV? Uh, lupus, I guess?”

Amber applies the last dressing, “It would make sense he was living on the streets for years who knows what he was exposed to before that storage unit. Can we check the hospitals or free clinics?”

Jackson groans, “I mean, we don't have time to get his real records, so what are we supposed to do in this situation?”

Ben takes out the needle and turns to them, “We got to open him up.”

Amber and Jackson look at him surprised with Jackson speaking for both of them, “What do you mean? Here?”

“We're in an OR, Avery and Karev.” Ben hands them both surgical gowns in packaged bags, “Get used to it.” Jackson and Amber look at each other in shock before tearing off the bags.

Later

Amber suctions while Jackson and Ben view the heart that is shown from the ribcage spreader. She looks around the small space still shocked by them operating open heart surgery inside a truck.

“I don’t think were in Kansas anymore Toto.”

“Of course you would be Dorothy. Does that make Warren the lion or Glinda the good witch?” Jackson quips back.

“Okay, so we're through the linea alba and into the retrosternal space.”

“I'm telling you; this patient needs a cardiothoracic surgeon.”

“I already told you, I'm on it.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Jackson asks Ben, “Are we going to Grey-Sloan now?”

“No, he could die during transport.” Ben turns to the tablet pressing buttons, “And the whole point of the PRT is to render treatment immediately. So, if you can't bring the patient to the surgeon…you bring the surgeon to the patient.”

Maggie’s face pops up on one of the screens above and she smiles, “Hi! Oh, you guys look so cool.”

The idea of Jackson running into both of his exes in one day causes Amber to laugh out loud. The comical coincidence makes her forget about Andrew refusing to take her calls while he is God knows where. She sees that her friend doesn’t find this funny though even with Warren chuckling. Jackson glares at her, finding his predicament funny but she keeps laughing and smiling.

“What? You wanted me to laugh so…” Amber keeps snickering behind her mask with Maggie looking at Jackson confused.

Ben answers for him, “Don’t ask.”

Later

They are at the end stages of their open-heart surgery with Maggie on the screen guiding Ben and Jackson while Amber suctions, “Okay, there's the diaphragm, so retract downwards.” Jackson does so, “See the pericardium?”

All three of them answer at the same time, “Yep.”

“Make a small incision.” They do so, “Okay, now suction everything out.” Amber suctions the fluid out, “And leave a tunneled catheter in the sac, and you're done.”

Jackson looks at the screen pleased with the results, “Ah, look at that. Pressure's going up. Heart's increased contractility. Very nice.”

Maggie smiles holding a mug on the screen, “And I didn't even have to get my hands dirty.”

“Thank you, Maggie.”

“Next time, I'm doing it in real life. That truck looks so cool!”

Amber chuckles, “It is, and I’m speaking as someone with claustrophobia.” Maggie signs off and they get back to work.

“Okay, let's, uh let's finish up.” Ben notices a look on Jackson’s face, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Jackson chuckles, “Yeah. It uh I guess it just feels, um…”

“Like maybe you were asleep and now you're awake?”

Amber nods in agreement with Ben and Jackson speaks out giddy, “It's intoxicating.”

“Jackson, I have to say with everything going on in my life this rush of adrenaline was just what the doctor ordered.” Amber admits while she sterilizes the tools handing suction to Jackson who grins, “I mean for five hours I didn’t feel like yelling at the sky or punching the walls or lying in bed and eating cereal out of a box while I play online poker. Nope today I was a surgeon and not a pissed off ex-girlfriend…and that makes me feel like I beat DeLuca even without a confrontation.”

“I’m glad I could help.” Jackson grins, “And you know if you ever want to talk about DeLuca, I am more than willing to lend an ear. I have my own messy history with April and Maggie and Vic so I can relate.”

“Thank you…And I guess I was a little hard on your ex back there at the station.”

“You have a lot of rage and rightfully so.” Amber nods at Jackson’s analysis, “Maybe don’t take them out on a girl I care about who you know doesn’t deserve a verbal beatdown. You of all people know how hurtful those can be.”

“Yeah there’s only one person I want to rage at and he’s not here…he doesn’t want to be here and he doesn’t want me there.” Amber admits sad.

Jackson looks up at Amber in sympathy, “Then he is the biggest idiot in the world. You deserve a good guy Karev and you’ll find one. Screw DeLuca and if it will make you feel better and let you purge, I can give you your phone back and you can leave him a message that tells him what he has made you feel for a while now.”

Amber inhales as she suctions, “I think about it after we get this guy to a hospital.”

Ben nods, “Yeah let me radio the captain and let her know were transporting.” He presses the screen, “Bishop, my patient is stable. We are headed to Grey-Sloan for further treatment.” There’s no response for a few seconds causing Ben to worry, “Bishop?”

The radio fizzes and Maya’s voice is heard, “Copy, Warren.”

The tone of her voice puzzles Warren, “Is something wrong?”

Maya answers back, “Cap…Captain Herrera is on the roof.”

Ben looks shocked before turning to Amber and Jackson who look at him confused, “Finish closing and get him to the hospital.” Jackson nods and they work on Luke while Warren steps out of the truck. Amber and Jackson look at each other in worry over Captain Herrera but put their emotions aside so they can work Luke and transport him.

That Night

Amber sits back in an Adirondack chair on the roof of the station overlooking the city view in the nightlife. She is still in her PRT jumpsuit not having the strength to take it off, instead going to the roof as soon as she and Jackson got back. She looks on in sadness over Captain Herrera’s death and how much in grief the firefighters are over a man she met this morning. It makes her feel guilty that she was angry enough to wish a man she loved dead while a daughter is grieving her father.

She hears a sound to her left and looks to see Jackson standing by the chairs also in his black jumpsuit. He puts a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the small wooden table next to her. He looks sad as well while he pours them both a glass silently before sitting in the chair next to her. He exhales tiredly holding the glass and Amber takes hers. Jackson holds his up to toast and she does as well.

“To the great hero Captain Pruitt Herrera.” Jackson toasts.

“To Captain Herrera.” They clink their glasses and take a sip to honor him. Amber exhales at the burning whiskey going down her throat, “How is everyone?”

“Their quiet, most of them went off on their own when the shift ended. I think they’re just waiting for the dam to burst so they can swim through it together.” Jackson sips his whiskey, “Is it weird that I feel guilty for being sad about his death?”

“Not really, I feel the same too.” Amber admits and elaborates, “We only knew the man for a day and they’ve known him for years hell even Warren has more right to grieve than us and he came last. He was their captain, their mentor, their role model…I don’t think we can comprehend what their feeling right now.”

“…I can actually.” Jackson admits, “When I was a resident, I had this mentor who took me under his wing and helped me find my passion in plastics. Mark Sloan was the chief of plastics and before Richard Webber the closest thing to a father figure I had.”

Amber nods knowing who he is talking about, “Mark Sloan was a legend taken from us too soon.”

“Damn straight.” Jackson sips his drink before chuckling, “You know he had this nickname for us that I thought was dorky but now I think is cool. We were the Plastics Posse.” Amber chuckles at that with Jackson grinning nostalgically, “Kicking surgical ass and taking names, that was us. He really did treat me like a son, everything he knew he passed on to me. I think he would have been proud to see me operating on a call inside a truck. And he would have been jealous and pouty that he didn’t get to do it first.”

Amber laughs, “He sounds like a great guy.”

Jackson grins to himself, “Yeah, he was…and when he died, I felt exactly how Warren, Vic, Montgomery, Bishop and Andy feel right now. Like I lost someone who made me who I am today…I wonder if I make a big enough impact for someone to feel that way about me.”

Amber looks at him solemnly, “I would feel that way with you. If you died…I don’t know if I would go on this life without you.”

“You would have.” Jackson tells her, “I did with Sloan and you are the strongest of us both. I know you would keep going, because if you didn’t, I would haunt your ass.”

Amber grins at him, “I appreciate that and I appreciate you.”

“I appreciate you too.” They clink their glasses again and look at the beautiful night sky mourning for Captain Herrera and Mark Sloan knowing that no matter what they would have each other to get through the storm of their lives.

#station 19 #station19edit #amber karev #jackson avery #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #headcanon #mine #mark sloan

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ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok · 10 months

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Earth’s Mightiest Heroes thoughts (season 2, episodes 16 - 23):

- Did that guy with frost powers die? Booo.

- Jan roasting Whirlwind is always delightful.

- SR: “Did you come down here just to give me a hard time?” CB: “Yes. I’ve actually been texting you on your ID card to give you a hard time, but you never answer.”

- JVD to Vision: “What do you want with me? Who are you working for? And why would you combine green and yellow with your skin tone?” Jan asking the real questions. XD

- Poor Thor, he sounds so hurt when the Robovengers attack him, especially Steve. Also, I had a feeling Steve was conning the robots, but his moment of hesitation before he was meant to take out Thor clinched it. The Thundershield is real, lol.

- TS: “Avengers! Pick a robot and take it down!” I dunno why that made me laugh so much, but here we are.

- Of course Steve went back to save Vision. I’d expect nothing less.

- TS: “[Hank’s] prison’s imploding into a singularity. If we don’t get out of here fast, it’s over.” CB: “You’re the genius, genius.” TS: “Not for this kind of thing.” Wish the MCU had remembered that. >_>

- HP: “Ant-Man is gone,that’s the past.” Uh, excuse me, for you maybe. Scotty still has the suit, even though the show’s done jack with him since his one episode. Not that I’m bitter or anything...

(...yes, I am. I wanted him and Jan to hang out, okay? Sue me!)

- TS: “I think we spent too long wanting you to be someone you weren’t, instead of appreciating who you were.” HP: “You want an Avenger who gets the job done right, here I am.” TS: “Hank Pym is welcome back to the team anytime. That’s who we want.” HP: “I told you, the name’s Yellowjacket.” Yeah, I don’t say this often, but I’m with Tony. Hank’s clearly having an episode. He needs to be in therapy and on meds, not punching supervillains in a funky suit. What a sad, slow-mo train wreck.

- SR: “Congratulations, Ir0n Man. You did it. You fixed the world.” That was chilling, jeez.

- Killgrave. That fuck can’t be beaten up enough.

- JVD to Steve: “Besides, you’re not going anywhere without me.” <333

- Man, mind-control or not this show’s done Sam so dirty thus far.

- I like to think I have a high tolerance for goofy shit from superhero stuff, but the Red Skull Megazord took me the fuck out, lol. If it didn’t have a head modeled after his head I might’ve been able to deal, but nope, I can’t. It’s too damn funny to take even remotely seriously.

- Oh, good, at least one version of Thaddeus Ross gets locked the fuck up. I can’t stand that bastard.

- LC: “Fine. We’ll help. But all this stinks like an Avengers problem, so I’m sending them the bill.” And then he did. Seriously, why haven’t they been using Luke more? Dude’s a riot.

#earth's mightiest heroes #slowpoke watches tv (sometimes)

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