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I am LOVING your Marina stuff! Can I request a fic where Maya goes to work sick because duh it’s Maya, as a result she gets injured- nothing serious just broken ribs or a dislocated shoulder (basically anything that makes that makes coughing/sneezing/blowing her nose little bit more inconvenient). Cue hot Italian doctor wife looking after her :))

Doubled Down Misery

〚 Notes - This request was adorable so hopefully I've done it some justice, please ignore any editing errors, It's late and despite unintentionally falling asleep at my desk for 6 hours I'm still tired :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Maya Bishop x Carina Deluca 〛

〚 Summary - What happens when a too sick to work Maya Bishop gets injured and ends up at Grey Sloan? 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3,400 〛

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Maya dragged herself out of her bunk with a groan. God, everything hurt. Each movement seemed to make a different part of her body ache, a bitter reminder of the consequences of her stubbornness. She knew she should have called in sick when she felt this cold settling in her sinuses a few nights ago. Maya needed to rest. Captain Bishop needed to work.

She’d hoped a nap would’ve had her feeling a little better but, in all honesty, she’d woken up feeling worse. The first call of her shift had been eventful. They’d been at the site 4 hours in the pouring rain, shouting orders and organising the scene had torn apart her already hoarse voice leaving it a raspy wreck.

The blonde sat up woozily, blinking slowly as she adjusted to the spinning room. With a sudden, violent sneeze, she hastily covered her mouth with her elbow, the force of it causing her to sway unsteadily. Maya groaned, leaning back to flop back onto her bed but the moment her body made contact with the mattress, the blaring of the klaxon rang out.

Maya's heart sank as the shrill sound pierced through her already throbbing head. She cursed under her breath before coughing deeply into her arm. She gave herself a second to compose herself before pushing herself off the bed, fighting against the wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm her. 

By some miracle she managed to change into her turnouts without falling over and climbed into the engine. She slumped into the front seat, swallowing thickly as Andy slammed the engine into first gear as they hauled out of the station.

Honestly, she tried her hardest to pay attention as dispatch relayed the information of the scene they were arriving at, but her sinuses demanded her attention. Maya scrunched up her nose, hoping to alleviate the burning itch but it didn’t seem to help. Her breath hitched. Maya tried to hold it off but an inevitable, sneeze seized her, and the firefighter hastily brought her elbow to her face, attempting to muffle the sound. "’Iiishhiew!" Her body jerked with the force of it, and she winced, feeling the ache in her ribs from the strain.

Andy’s eyes glanced from the road to the sniffling blonde after her head ducked into her elbow twice more. She pulled down her headset and motioned for Bishop to do the same, “You sure you’re up to this? This storm isn’t letting up and you really don’t sound good Cap’.”

“I’ll be okay.” Maya nodded, clearing her throat with a deep cough, before sniffling damply, “I just need to not lose my voice.”

Andy gave her a look but said nothing, she knew Maya’s habit of pushing herself in times like this - the fear of being percussion as weak had been deep-rooted into her from childhood, something like that wasn’t easily overcome, “Well we’re only a block out now. Get yourself ready Mai’.”

“This is gonna be rough.”

✧.* 

Understatement of the fucking century.

“What the hell happened?” Carina’s worried voice yelled above the commotion of the ER. She had just been finishing up a patient’s paperwork when she felt her heart drop as she caught site of the messy blonde hair visible from behind the crowd of numerous firefighters and doctors wheeling a bed through the corridor out of the corner of her eye.

“Bambina?” Oh my god Maya!” The Italian practically dropped the file she’d been holding to race to her wife’s side. Maya was laying on her back, one arm clutching at her side with a visible grimace and the other in a makeshift sling as an oxygen mask was loosely attached to her face.

“Carina. Carina!” Andy backed up from the bed to pull the doctor aside, encouraging her to take a deep breath as the other doctors got Maya settled in a bay, “She’s okay Carina, she’s gonna be okay. “

“Wh-what happened? Maya- she’s-“The brunette spiralled, looking around desperately to make sense of things, she was too worried to think straight.

“Carina!” Andy gripped her shoulders and used her lieutenant voice, snapping the Italian back to reality, “She’s okay. I promise you, she’s okay. There was an incident at the scene. Maya ran in to save this little boy’s puppy and a support beam from the roof fell onto her. She was on oxygen on the way here for minor smoke inhalation but her O2 levels were improving when we arrived. We’re looking at a broken rib and or arm at the absolute worse, she will be absolutely fine Carina.”

Carina nodded numbly; her eyes glued to Maya as the doctors continued to work around her. She could see the small grimaces on Maya’s face, the way she clenched her jaw in pain.

She was just about to head to her side when the rest of the firefighters backed away from the bed, Jack and Travis came jogging towards them both.

“They’re taking her to x-ray, Dr. Altman said to tell you she’s gonna hand everything.” Jack explained, giving Carina’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. Despite their initial incompatibility, the two had grown closer with the clinic and Jack knew just what Carina needed to hear to reassure her, “She also said that they’re gonna put her in another room since her condition doesn’t require urgent care. She’ll be in B.04 when they’re done.”

The half an hour or so it had taken for them to be done felt like days. Time had felt like it had crawled by as Carina paced the room. The rest of the Station 19 team had been called away to another fire somewhere downtime and as much as they hated it, they had to attend.

She was sat on the little armchair in the corner of the room when the door was pushed open by a nurse followed by the bed being wheeled in. “Maya!” Carina’s voice was loud as she called out, instantly jumping up to be at her side. 

“Carina?” 

“Mio Dio,” Carina nervously eyed up the sling that Maya’s right arm had been placed in, her worried gaze following as she noticed Teddy step into the room, “What on earth have you gotten yourself into bambina?”

Dr. Altman calmed her down for a moment, flashing a reassuring smile, “Carina, Maya will be just fine. I’ll go over anything in a moment, I just need to set up a drip first, okay?”

“Okay.” Carina nodded but wasted no time in coming to sit on the bed alongside her wife as, the firefighter mumbling something before curling up to her as the blonde doctor carefully inserted an IV into her left hand.

“Okay. Well, let’s start with the worse of it. Maya had bruised several ribs and fractured her right radius, but please don’t worry, I can assure you theres no severe damage to either. She’ll need to keep the sling on for 4-6 weeks just to let the bone heal.” Teddy explained and instantly the OB could feel her jittering nerves relax as she squeezed Maya’s hand a little softer.

“However, we took her temperature on arrival and it’s actually a little elevated though and her WBC count is slightly raised, not to mention the fact she’s clearly dehydrated so we’ve given her a fever reducer and general fluids along with the pain relief.” Dr Altman continued as she read from the chart in her hands. Maya stirred in Carina’s hold, turning her head away to cough raspily against her upper shoulder, whining softly at how it caused her chest to throb.

“You can probably hear but her breathing is a little rough, but we heard congestion in her lungs. She most likely just has a viral infection from what Andy told us but ut we’ll keep an eye on her O2 just incase”

The OB murmured sympathetically as her wife hid a sniffle against her shoulder, “This really isn’t your day is it sweetheart? Did you not feel well this morning?”

“No- no, m’fine.” Maya’s eyes fluttered open, her brows furrowing as she tried to sit up a bit more, wincing as pain shot through her ribs. "Really, Carina, it's just a little cough. I'll be fine. I can—"

"No, Maya," Carina interrupted firmly but lovingly, pressing her hand lightly against Maya’s shoulder to keep her from moving too much. "You need to listen to the doctors. You need to take care of yourself."

Now that Teddy had mentioned it, the heat radiating from her was obvious. Carina leaned over to grab the thermometer which sat on the small nurses' station by Maya’s IV and gently inserted it into her ear, ignoring her fussing and protests.

“38.6.” The screen flashed and Carina stuck out her lip, “That’s really not good Mai, were you seriously working with a fever that high?”

Maya stubbornly shook her head, a defiant glint in her eyes despite the pain and discomfort. "I didn't even notice, Carina. It's just a little fever. I've worked with worse."

Carina sighed, her worry mingling with frustration. "Maya, you can't keep pushing yourself like this. It’s not good for you!”

She took a deep breath to calm herself down. Getting frustrated at her stubbornness wasn’t the right way to go about things. knew how Maya could be around doctors. Hell, she remembered just how frantic her wife could act around them. She was trying her best to keep her calm right now, but it was obvious how fidgety and uncomfortable her wife was getting. Ultimately all she could do now was try to soothe her through it.

As Maya tried to assert her stubbornness, she suddenly sneezed loudly… twice, trice? She sniffled and bit back a wince, clutching her one useable arm to her ribs.

Carina offered her a tissue, but she ignored it. Instead, Maya struggled herself to sit up, determination etched across her face despite the pain. "No, really, I can—" Her sentence was cut short as a harsh, grating cough overtook her, making her whole body convulse. The coughing fit seemed to drain what little strength she had left, and she gasped for breath in its aftermath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Carina's heart ached watching her wife suffer, but she maintained a firm, soothing demeanour. She gently rubbed Maya's back, her touch both comforting and insistent. "Shhh, amore, you need to rest. Let the medicine work. Let us help you."

“I don’t need help-“ Maya tried to stifle the cough, pressing her lips together and clenching her fists, but it only made things worse. She finally let it out, the sound echoing in the room, making Teddy glance over from her charts with a look of sympathy before discreetly taking a few steps back.

The coughing had caused wave of pain passed over her, she bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears she couldn't hold back. Her breath hitched as she tried to stifle a sob, but it was no use. The combination of pain, fever, and sheer exhaustion finally overwhelmed her.

"I just hate feeling like this," she whispered, her voice breaking as her face crumbled up, “I hate being weak."

Carina tried to calm her down, gently murmuring sweet nothings in her native tongue, an action which usually helped to call her nerves. But May was restless. The movement was enough to send a sharp pain through her ribs, making her gasp sharply. The tears flowed more freely now, her body trembling with each painful sob. "But I can't... I have so much to do... I can't just lie here."

Maya's shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. The tears spilled over, and she buried her face in Carina's shoulder, her body trembling with a deep, chesty rough followed by an exhausted sob. "I hate this," she cried. "I hate feeling so weak and useless. I’m meant to be their Captain.”

The OB rubbed her back soothingly, her own eyes misting over with sympathy. "I know, bambina," she murmured. "I know it's hard love. But you are not weak or useless. You are hurt and sick, and you need time to heal. That's all. That does not make you any less of a captain.”

After a few minutes of just letting her cry it all out, Maya began to slowly calm down. Eventually her sobs gradually subsided into sniffles, her breathing evening out as she clung to Carina. She was beyond exhausted. The two stayed comfortable together for a moment before Carina could feel Maya’s chest rising rapidly. She looked down and recognised the way her face shifted slightly, her eyes blinking as she fought back the itching in her sinuses'

The OB smiled sweetly, “You want a tissue bambina?”

“No, I don’t need—” Maya began, but she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Carina cut her off with a chuckle.

“Your nose is twitching Mai’.”

"You’re not fooling anyone, amore," She murmured softly. Her wife’s pale face flushed slightly, whether from embarrassment or the fever, “Just let it out.”

Ever stubborn, the firefighter tried to shake her head once more, but the any denial was pointless when she was sent forward with an exhausting sounding sneeze. With her dominant arm in a sling, and her reaction speed slowed as an effect of the pain medicine, by the time she’d lifted her opposite hand to cover it had been too late, Carina’s baby-pink scrubs were caught in the crossfire.

“Poor bambina, bless you. Ugh, I knew you were coming down with something when I heard you snoring the other night.” The doctor mumbled sadly as she reached over to grab a tissue from the nearby table, dabbing it gently beneath the blonde’s nose, “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

Maya only shook her head, the last of her voice scraping from her throat, “t’s not your fault. I should’ve let someone else go in. I-“

Carina shushed her gently, “Rest your voice Mai, you need to give your poor throat a break,” She turned to Dr. Altman - who had been finishing up Maya’s paperwork and chart - and gave her a grateful nod, “Thank you Teddy for treating her.”

Teddy gave her a comforting smile, “I’ve told you already before that your family is my family, Carina. She’s okay to go home once that drip’s finished up. I’ll have an intern bring the discharge papers down in a few hours.”

The Italian nodded, flashing her an appreciative smile. She mouthed another thank you as Dr. Altman left, closing the door behind her. The two were left alone in the room, Maya’s raspy breathing and damp sniffles the only audible sound. Carina leaned down to press a soft kiss to her messy hair, “Do you want me to plait it for you?” She asked quietly, knowing it would make her feel a little better.

“Are you sure? I can’t smell but it probably smells of smoke.” The firefighter mumbled, sniffling thickly.

The OB gave her another kiss, “You know I don’t care about that, are you able to sit forward for me a little bit bambina?” 

Her fingers gently combed through Maya's hair, soothing the tangles with careful, practiced movements. She reached for the small pink bobble on wrist, lifting a section of Maya's hair to start the plait

As she carefully started weaving the strands into a neat braid, Maya’s nose twitched again, and she turned her head slightly, preparing for the inevitable sneeze. Carina, noticing the movement, quickly grabbed a tissue and held it gently to Maya's nose just in time.

The sneeze was forceful, and Maya winced at the pain it caused her ribs. Carina kept the tissue in place, wiping away the moisture with a tender touch.

“Bless you, bella,” Carina murmured, her tone full of affection. She discarded the tissue and continued braiding Maya's hair, her movements slow and deliberate.

“I’m sorry,” Maya mumbled, turning slightly to look over her shoulder.

Carina shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Maya. You’re sick, and you’re allowed to be taken care of. You always look after me, sì? Let me do the same for you.”

It didnt take long for her to finish the rest of her braid and it sat neat and tidy by Maya’s ear, safety out of the way. A much better alternative than her previous mess of tangles. She knew she couldn’t take away the pain and sickness entirely but anything to ease the discomfort she would do.

Her face lit up as an idea popped into her head, “Do you want me to go get you a drink?” Carina asked kindly, she knew Maya probably hadn’t had time hence her dehydration, “I can run and get you one of those sports drinks you like. The ones with electrolytes?”

“Can you get me the red berry one?” 

“Of course I can, stay put bella. I’ll be 5 minutes.” The doctor smiled, gently scooting from her place beside Maya, helping her settle back down before leaving the room. Her office wasn’t far away so she knew it wouldn’t take long.

She had a small fridge in there. One which her kept not only her emergency comfort food in but one she kept a small stock of Maya’s favourite drinks in. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen her wife dehydrated and she always liked to be able to have something on hand.

After walking swiftly to her office, she made a delighted noise of success when she realised, she did in-fact have the berry flavour that Maya had originally wanted. 

Carina grabbed the chilled bottle, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to provide exactly what Maya needed. She knew how much the little things mattered. Maya wasn’t sick often but whenever she was the brunette knew that all the small little acts of kindness was what would made her feel better.

When she got back to the room, she honestly had expected Maya to have been asleep - the fever reducer Teddy had given her was one that always made patients tired - but her eyes widened as she came back to see her wife straining herself, attempting to stretch over to reach the box of tissues sat on the nearby table.

“Hey, hey, careful, silly girl.” Carina sighed, coming back to her side

“I just needed-“ A deep cough interrupted her as Maya failed to reach out for the tissue box, but it was out of her reach with her only useable hand still connected and she gave a defeated sniffle in response, rubbing her knuckles beneath her nose instead.

Carina shook her head fondly and gave a gentle pout as she picked up the box and set it on Maya’s lap. She swiped a few before the blonde had the chance and held them up to her nose.

“Blow bella.”

The firefighter gave her a look and she could see the red flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks, “Maya there is nobody else here. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, just let me take care of you for once” Carina murmured in soft reassurance, “You’re safe.”

Whether it was her little speech, or the fact Maya was simply too sleepy from her medicine to care anymore but she did end up blowing her nose whilst Carina kindly held the tissues for her, carefully cleaning up her face afterwards before pressing a soft kiss to her warm forehead. It did feel a little cooler than earlier now.

“Good job bambina. That wasn’t too hard, no?” The OB whispered fondly, her hand coming to soothingly massage the blonde’s scalp in just the way she knew always made Maya sleepy. As Maya yawned, Carina remembered the drink she had originally come to collect. She handed it to her, making sure to open the small cap first.

“Here my love, drink this for me and then you can a sleep, okay?” She murmured, a small grin playing on the lips when the blonde budged up to make room for her on the bed, “Just a few hours and then we’ll get you home as soon as your IV has finished, okay?”

“Just a few hours?”

“Yes bambina, just a few hours andthen we’ll get you home and back to bed, okay?”

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romanoffs-widow · 8 months

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Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

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alleiwentcrazy · 1 year

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“Wow, man, that’s nasty. You should get that checked.”

Someone’s standing in the doorway, Steve’s sane enough to notice that. This someone is wearing the infamous hospital gown, is hooked to an IV, and has Nancy’s hair. Which is exceptionally weird, because Steve has always believed that no one could achieve that kind of volume. Especially while living in a hospital.

This someone is also, not unlike Steve, wrapped in several layers of dressings to shelter their burns from everything that’s bad in this world: infection, stares, more pain.

(Steve isn’t so certain about the last one, though. He sure is in a lot of pain at the moment.)

So someone is standing in the doorway, he’s positive. This someone is staring at him, their gaze curious and open, and it’s not a nurse, and it’s not a doctor. Partly that’s why Steve doesn’t believe that this person is even real at first. His visitors must wear gowns and gloves—something about it being too early to risk an infection. So despite the hair, it is not Nancy.

It’s a someone. Maybe. Probably. Steve doesn’t know—his eyes are barely open and he’s too high on painkillers to differentiate between dreams and reality. When the sweet numbness overwhelms him again, he has half a mind to say: Maybe it’s an angel, standing in my doorway.

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As Steve’s recovery progresses (and the amount of painkillers he’s being pumped with decreases), he gets more and more aware of reality.

For starters, he learns that he’s not living some sort of fever dream. He was—is—a firefighter, who got pretty badly burned, and his sides, some parts of his belly, back and arms need very special and very expensive treatment. Hence the hospital bed, the gown, the dressings, meds, pain, et cetera. This burn center is going to be his home for the next few weeks, and Steve’s okay with that. It means that he got to save a life, even if his own was put at risk in the process.

He can live with that, definitely. With the scars and the pain, no problem. What’s killing him now is his own curiosity.

He hasn’t been seeing angels, turns out. He’s been seeing fellow patients – one patient in particular. That someone who hovered over the threshold when he first started his recovery. Steve’s been seeing him almost every day, taking slow steps across the hallway, dragging his IV behind him, the patchwork of dressings and scarring tissue changing frequently.

Without fail, each time this man passes Steve’s room, his steps slow down. Sometimes, he sends Steve a wink. On better days, Steve supposes, when the scarring on his cheek doesn’t bother him that much, he gives a flash of a smile. Even on the worst days, when walking serves as torture, he acknowledges Steve with a nod, like they know and respect each other.

Everything about him is a mystery to Steve, though. He, too, returns a small wave or a nod or anything, but he still half-believes he’s seeing things that aren’t there, so when this man with long, wavy hair and ridiculously brown eyes passes his room again, he can’t hold it back any longer.

“Beth, who’s that?” he asks. Beth, his nurse slash new hospital friend, looks over her shoulder. When she finally figures out what he means, she smiles.

“Isn’t that your angel?”

He looks at her completely mortified.

“Please, tell me you’ve just made that up.”

Beth laughs and adjusts the position of his bed. “Sorry, love. I’m afraid that everyone heard your delirious tirades about long-haired angels taking you to heaven.”

With how heavily her “everyone” implies everyone, he doesn't even have it in him to groan. He shouldn’t have listened to Robin when she told him that his high is one of the best things in the world.

***

“How come you never scream?”

Steve’s eyes have been shut tight for the whole time his doctor was poking and prodding around his wounds, but now they’re wide open and he, too, wants to ask himself that. How come he never screams? It’s the most pain he’s ever felt in his entire life. It’s ripping him apart, it’s eating him alive, it’s killing him, but he never screams.

He just keeps his eyes closed, waiting for it to be over. Thinking about Robin and his kids, about how he has to stay strong and never show fear because it’s his job to keep them safe and away from the pain even if—or maybe especially if—it comes with taking the pain on himself, bearing it, being torn by it. He keeps his eyes closed and doesn’t think about his failures or the times he was too late to save them; he keeps them shut because he knows that there are going to be more times when he’ll have to keep his eyes open to spot the danger ahead.

But his eyes are open now, open and staring at the man standing in his doorway, backlit and glowing like some non-human entity, asking him such a simple thing that will, without a doubt, make Steve circle down the drain when he’s alone again.

Steve doesn’t dare open his mouth. He’d scream if he tried, and he cannot afford to do that.

“Mr. Munson, you really shouldn’t be here right now.”

Steve shuts his eyes back again.

***

Steve’s recovery is slow, slower than anticipated. When he first got here, his doctors said he’d be able to walk soon-ish, but it’s way past “soon-ish” now and he’s still tied to his bed. It still hurts like hell, he’s still woozy from the painkillers, even though the strongest stuff is out of the question, he’s made sure of that. He’d rather feel everything than risk another embarrassing situation. Maybe it’s stupid, but that’s how it is.

Mainly, Steve just feels lonely. He’s allowed to have visitors, but they can’t stay with him as long as he’d like them to—mostly because they have lives outside of this hospital while Steve’s entire life is in this hospital. He’s lonely, he’s bored, and he’s envious out of his mind, because the man from his doorway gets his walks every day and Steve dreams of nothing but being able to move a little.

Each time Munson walks past his room, he stares. He can’t help it. He doesn’t have a mirror in here, but it’s painstakingly clear to him that he’s glaring daggers at a man that hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s just so jealous—his body aches, but it’s a different ache; it’s an ache of being still for too long. An ache of being out of the game. Steve hates being out of the game. It makes him come up with the worst possible scenarios—but he has to thank both his burns and his head trauma for the dizziness, weakness and total lack of coordination that keeps him from starting physio.

With each passing day, his stares get more daunting, but the man doesn’t stop sending him smiles and nods. He knows it’s irrational and unfair, taking out his own fears and anger on someone who can’t do anything about his situation, who’s in an equally shitty situation, actually, but he’s still working on not being mean without a reason. And it seems so harmless, because this stranger never stops smiling at him. No matter how much Steve tries, he can’t seem to convey his feelings, because Munson never stops.

It irritates him even more, enrages him to a point. When Munson smiles at him one day, Steve can’t take it anymore.

“Are you always this chirpy?” he asks, his voice dripping of malice. It disgusts him a little, makes him want to retreat—retreat far away from the version of himself that he dropped years ago, although it’s haunting him to this day. He wants to retreat, but he doesn’t. He pouts instead.

Munson stops in his tracks, raises one eyebrow. He looks amused, and it pisses Steve off.

“Your life must be quite miserable if walking around a hospital with unhealed wounds is your definition of chirpy,” Munson says. It’s supposed to sting, probably, but his smile is still there, despite his injured cheek. Steve’s pout deepens. Munson looks like a cat who got the cream. “Oof, soft spot. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he coos, looking like he’d like to lean against the doorframe, but his injured arm won’t let him. “We can be miserable—oh, sorry. Chirpy, we can be chirpy together.”

Steve doesn’t respond, he doesn’t know how. He feels warm all over. It’s not something he likes. He’d cross his arms over his chest if he could.

Munson stays silent for a moment, a smirk still playing on his lips. The quiet moment stretches out until he takes a big breath and takes a look around. “I’m Eddie, by the way. And I’m very, very late for my usual ‘walk as much as you can but be reasonable, Mr. Munson’ appointment, so I have to get going. But, uh,” he looks at Steve like he’s not sure of something for the first time in his life, even though he’s still playing along. “I could come around tomorrow, Mr…?”

“Steve,” comes the reply. Munson—Eddie smiles, again.

“Alright then, Mr. Steve. Get ready to be the chirpiest you’ve ever been.”

***

The worst thing is, it works. Steve does get chirpier.

It starts out small. Eddie just stops in front of the threshold, spits out the most random, obnoxious and seemingly nonsensical (although Steve suspects they’re all true) fact, like Did you know that cows have four stomachs? or Did you know that geckos can’t blink and they have to lick their own eyeballs to keep them from drying out? or something of sorts, and then he leaves while Steve lies in his bed, suspecting that he’s having hallucinations and fully questioning his sanity. Again.

It gets progressively worse, it does. It gets weirder. At first, Steve isn’t sure what to think of it. Eddie’s strange. He’s also a nerd. He talks in codes, his sentences are long and Steve finds it hard to follow his logic altogether from time to time. But he also makes Steve snort, sometimes even laugh—truly laugh, laugh from his belly. Eddie’s weird, but he’s Dustin-weird, Steve decides. Good-weird. Familiar-weird. Safe-weird.

He makes him feel less lonely. Steve invites him to sit beside his bed after a few days, so now Eddie comes, spits out his random nerdy facts, and they sit and talk around it until the nurses kick Eddie out for not doing his laps.

Steve’s less lonely. He’s so much less lonely he even starts missing Eddie when they’re not together—only a little, but he does. (He knows it’s dangerous. But what’s the harm in that if they’re both stuck here anyway? What’s the harm in a little hospital vulnerability?) It’s quite difficult not to miss Eddie, to be honest. Eddie makes it difficult—he listens when Steve talks, he never hesitates before explaining something when Steve doesn’t get it immediately, he’s patient, but at the same time, he talks so much. The room fills with intricate, engrossing stories and anecdotes whenever he opens his mouth.

The only moments when Steve feels even less less lonely than when he’s with Eddie is when he’s with Robin, and Robin’s the most important person in Steve’s life.

“Contraband,” Eddie says, sitting down on the edge of Steve’s bed one day. He puts something on Steve’s thing – cherry jello and a plastic spoon. His favorite. “Don’t rat me out.”

He smiles at Steve. His cheek is practically healed now; the scar isn’t as big as Steve imagined it from afar, but it sure as hell must have been a menace to get it more or less healed. That’s the only thing they don’t talk about. How they got here, how they got their scars. They support each other through it, but they never dwell.

At least Eddie doesn’t. Steve’s sure everyone knows his story – people love when firefighters let themselves get burned to a crisp while trying to save somebody else, after all, and gossip spreads around the hospital with the speed of plague.

“And get my best dealer behind bars?” Steve asks and scrapes a spoonful of jello from the cup. “They never have cherry. You’re the only one that seems to know where they store it.”

Eddie grins devilishly and leans a bit further. “Do you want to know a secret?” he asks and Steve mumbles something unintelligible in response. “I used to deal,” Eddie says. Steve’s not sure if he does it on purpose or not, but he starts playing with the hem of Steve’s sock, his fingers barely brushing the skin on Steve’s calf. It tingles, but he doesn’t mind.

Steve’s brows go up. “Is that how you got here?” he risks, not really knowing why. He’s not that curious—but it’s the scar on Eddie’s face that’s been haunting him for ages now. So different from his own forming scars, yet, in principle, the same.

Eddie’s face gets softer. Steve can’t recognize the expression properly, it’s different from Eddie’s usual, mischievous smirk. It’s quiet for the longest time, so quiet Steve thinks he’s going to choke on his jello from build-up pressure.

“I’m gay,” Eddie says, suddenly, his voice totally cool and leveled while Steve—

“I’m bi,” he blurts out in response, practically out of breath. To his absolute horror, Eddie chuckles.

“Well, that’s useful,” he says around his crooked smile, “but that’s not what I meant.”

When he points at his face, everything clicks. Steve tries to control his face, but the realization is too sudden.

“What?” he asks before he can think better of it.

Eddie shrugs. His expression is unreadable, but he isn't looking at Steve anymore, his eyes fixed on his own fingers that are still playing with Steve’s sock.

“My band has this one place for gigs that we all don’t really like, but they actually pay us some money. I’ve always thought that it’s enough – this and my arrogance, anyway – enough to scrape by. I’m not too cagey about being gay, and I wanted to spite them, I guess, show them that they can’t win,” he looks up. He looks sad, almost defeated, as much as Steve hates it. “They got their way, as you can see. Tried to pour something on me when I was leaving the stage, but they fucked up, both in terms of chemistry and their aim. It didn’t get me as bad as it could have, so I guess I won anyway.”

Eddie smiles again, but it reaches nowhere near his eyes. He looks so sad, so hurt, and Steve’s so, so angry. It’s easy for him to turn to anger, it’s easy and it’s freeing and he suddenly feels bigger and stronger than he really is, because he wants to destroy something, anything—but he’s not a fighter. He’s a protector. He’s not Nancy; he’s Steve. No matter how hopeless, how betrayed he feels, he doesn’t want to hurt. He wants to heal and save.

“It’s not your fault,” he says, afraid it’s too dumb and too obvious.

“I know,” Eddie replies impassively, looking at him from underneath his too long bangs.

“You said you wanted to spite them. But it doesn’t matter, it’s not your fault,” he drills. Eddie opens his mouth again, but before he gets to say anything, Steve squeezes his knee and looks at him intently. “It’s not,” he insists. “Whatever you said or did, it never mattered. They would have done it even if you’d praised them, you were never the problem.”

Eddie scoffs, but it’s not malicious. His eyes are a little bit glassy. “So you’re saying I’m perfect?”

For some reason, Steve doesn’t have a problem with reading that. Please, let’s not talk about it now. Then foreign fingers graze his own, and he gets it. Thank you, though.

Steve sighs, something tugging at the corners of his lips. The change of topic makes this both heavier and lighter at the same time. He flicks his spoon at Eddie and aims perfectly between his eyebrows.

“Bring me more jello tomorrow and maybe I’ll grace you with saying that out loud.”

“So you’ve thought—”

“Shut up, Eddie.”

Their fingers intertwine in the silence that follows. They look at each other like they can see each other and suddenly, Steve feels the weight of this moment. They’re not strangers anymore—maybe they have never been strangers. Maybe this was meant to happen from the very beginning. He most probably wasn’t seeing angels a few weeks back, but whatever it was that he saw hovering over his threshold, it’s just entered his house and is, hopefully, planning to stay for longer.

#tw for homophobia mention towards the end!!#pining #ok no guys. i do not know what this is lol #matching scars #it's their trope.... in every universe #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #st4 #steddie fic #steve x eddie #firefighter steve #modern au #hospital au #god how is that a thing #listen. i did the research but i've also watched too many episodes of grey's anatomy for my own good so this is 100% not accurate #let me live out the delusions #i've been scribbling down bits and pieces of this one for so long it just needs to see the light of day

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phantomstatistician · 1 month

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Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada

Sample Size: 219 crossover stories

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messyhairdiaz · 1 month

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Station 19’s slot is gonna be empty in the fall give us a Tommy led spinoff I am so serious

#do greys anatomy station 19 level shared universe stuff with casual crossovers

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heardatmedschool · 18 days

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“I rewatched Grey’s Anatomy, and , damn, I hate Shepherd. He literally left Meredith out of her own paper! That’s academic abuse!”

#medicine #med school #university #college #medblr #greys anatomy #i have not watched it and so i will not give my opinion #scientific research #academics

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plutoispurplw · 3 months

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Request time!

Right now I'm taking request of this fandoms!:

Descendants

Criminal Minds

Grey's Anatomy

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Kamisama Hashimemashita

Lab Rats and Lab Rats Elite force

Wonka 2023

Steven Universe

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mischief-marauders · 2 years

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LGBTQ+ Latinos In Media

Callie Torres from Greys Anatomy

Victor Salazar from Love, Victor

Simon Eriksson from Young Royals

Luna La from Gossip Girl

Gabby Campos from Crush

Carlos Reyes from 911: Lone Star

Valério Roja from Elite

Aisha Garcia from Saved By The Bell

Elena Alvarez from One Day At A Time

Aristotle “Ari” Mendoza from Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

#greys anatomy #love victor #young royals #gossip girl #crush #911: lone star #elite #saved by the bell #one day at a time #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #callie torres #Carlos Reyes #gabby Campos #simon eriksson #luna la #aristotle mendoza #elena alvarez

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goldenempyrean · 17 days

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Making Up

〚 Notes - s6x10 rewrite but with Carina having the flu instead of food poisoning because why not :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Carina Deluca x Maya Bishop 〛

〚 Summary - When Carina gets sick during their fight. Desperate to patch things up between them, Maya cant help but want to make sure she's okay. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2160 〛

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Maya took a deep breath as she held her wrist just in front of the unfamiliar hotel door as she hesitated. Miranda had told her this was room Carina had been staying in since she moved out after their fight. The Italian had only just asked her for space a few days ago but this wasn’t just for a catch up.

Miranda had called her when she had been driving back from a call in the Aid Car with Jack to let her know that Carina had gone home from work sick. Carina never got sick; it just didn’t happen. For this to happen now, while they were arguing, whilst they were both sleeping alone. It was so unfair.

Pushing aside her doubts, Maya gathered her courage and rapped her knuckles against the door, the sound echoing softly in the hallway. She waited anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest, until finally, she heard shuffling footsteps approaching from inside.

The door opened slowly, revealing Carina standing there. She looked pale and exhausted, her normally vibrant eyes dulled with illness. Maya’s heart sank at the sight of her, her worry deepening. Carina’s expression hardened as she saw Maya standing there, her brows furrowing in irritation.

“What are you doing here?” Carina asked, her voice strained and hoarse from illness. She leaned against the doorframe, her body swaying slightly, “I told you I wanted space.”

Maya hesitated, her concern battling with the tension in the air. She stepped forward cautiously, her voice soft and tentative.

Carina's eyes flickered with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. She pushed herself off the doorframe, her movements sluggish, catching herself on the frame to stop herself from stumbling, "I'm fine, Maya. Just- just go away." She thrown forward with a deep, raspy cough, both hands resting on her knees as she doubled over. Carina shook her head weakly and stumbled backwards when Maya reached out for her, “Don’t.” She rasped before quickly heading into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Maya stood there, frozen for a moment, her heart heavy with worry. She clenched her fists in frustration. All she wanted to do was help. She knew Carina well enough to recognize when she was putting up a brave front, and it was clear that she was far from fine. She knew she couldn't just leave her alone in this state.

"Carina, please, let me help you," The blonde pleaded softly, her voice laced with worry.

“I told you to go away Maya!” Came the congested whine from behind the bathroom door. The firefighters eyebrows knitted together as she patiently stood outside the bathroom door. Sure, it was unlocked, that was obvious from the handle alone. Theoretically she could enter at any point, but she’d already broken enough of her wife’s trust, and they were finally beginning to patch things back up.

“Well believe it or not we’re married and I still care about you.” Maya mumbled, her head resting on the door. It stood between them, a barrier not just of wood and metal, but of emotions, trust, and fragile reconciliation.

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After a few minutes, she could hear the pattering of water as the shower began to run. Maya sighed and went to go sit down on the edge of the bed. She stayed there for a moment, sitting in the silence before the thin trail of steam escaping from the beneath the door had caught her attention.

“Darlin- Carina, look I know you don’t want me to fuss but can you please just let me in?” Maya murmured, heading across the room to open a window, “You sitting is this much steam cannot be good for you.”

There was a moment of silence before another rough, chesty rough rattled out from within the bathroom - this time lasting much longer than earlier - making Maya wince at the sound of it. 

Carina gave an exhausted sigh from the inside the bathroom, her head dropping into her hands in defeat, “Can you please bring me my water bottle..?”  She croaked out, her poor voice sounding absolutely battered.

The blonde turned back to the bed, looking around before noticing the pink bottle sitting on the floor beside the nightstand. She quickly picked it up and headed back to the bathroom door, pushing it open to let a wave of hot steam come flooding out.

God - how was she breathing in there with all that?

Through the thick steam it was hard to make out the scene but what she saw inside made her heart break a little. Carina was on the floor, leaning back weakly against the wall. Her wavy brunette hair was now messy, damp and stuck to her forehead uncomfortably whilst beads of sweat ran down the rest of her pale-olive skin. 

Maya pretended not to notice the half empty plastic water bottle well within the Italian’s reach, instead focusing on the few dozen crumpled up tissues which spilled from the trashcan and littered the floor. Somewhere amongst the discarded papers was the empty box they used to belong to. It was clear Carina had been in here for some time prior to her arrival.

Honestly her heart clenched at the sight of her wife. She knew that if she hadn’t turned up on her own, Carina would’ve sat alone and endured this misery all by herself without a second thought. She was way too stubborn to call Maya herself, especially when they were fighting.

For a moment, Maya just pulled herself up onto the counter, sitting quietly. She desperately wanted to just pull Carina into her arms, to apologise for the 10th time and hold her close. But they had to do this right if everything was going to go back to the way it was. Baby steps. That’s what they had go take.

Eventually she couldn’t bare the way Carina’s head seemed to bob forward, her eyes barely open as her cheeks burned bright with fever. At this point the steam was probably doing more harm than good. She was going to overheat at this rate.

“You think we can turn this off for a little bit? This room is too hot to be good for you.” Maya suggested, sliding off the counter to turn the shower off.

But Carina whined a little, sniffling a thick saturated sound, “This is the only way I can breathe.” She mumbled, reaching forward to grab some toilet paper to attempt at blowing her nose with. It didn’t help much. Her sinuses were too blocked for it to provide any actual relief.

“That bad?” Maya murmured in sympathy, she wished she could help somehow. Suddenly her eyes lit up a little as she headed back to the door where she’d left her bag. She grabbed it and came to sit back down on the floor beside Carina. The brunette gave her wife a confused look as she routed around for a bit before making a small, satisfied sound as she produced a small cylinder.

“Try this.” She handed it to her. Carina squinted as she tried to read the label, “Its decongestant Car’, it should help clear you up a bit.” Maya explained and nodded as her wife used it.

The Italian blinked rapidly, watery tears prickling her eyes. She hadn’t expected the menthol to be so strong. The only issue was, neither had her nose and she quickly pawed at it as the burning itch grew, she knew she was going too-

Maya quickly thrust a towel into her hands just in-time for the brunette to duck forwards with a fit of uncontrollably, messy sneezes. Carina sniffled thickly; her whole head felt like it was spinning. There was no point trying to act neat and tidy now, so she just blew her nose into the fabric before slowly pulling her head up with a groan, “That was disgusting Maya Bishop. What even is it that thing.” She shot a watery glare at the decongestant before a stray sneeze interrupted her.

The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle, “It cleared you out, didn’t it?” She reached out a hand to tentatively rub her wife’s back, feeling relieved when the action wasn’t rejected.

Carina rolled her eyes just a little, “Sì… it did.” She turned away from Maya to catch a deep cough into her elbow, doing her best to keep the disappointment out of her voice when Maya’s phone lit up with a text from Jack, “Do you not need to go back to work?” She titled her head when the blonde simply silenced her phone.

“I am working.” Maya shrugged, the familiar crease in her brow returning when she realised Carina had stopped sweating, but her cheeks were still just as flushed, “You’re dehydrated, you need to drink.” She ignored the Italian’s fussing as held the pink bottle from earlier to her lips, encouraging her to drink generously.

“You know flu season is bad this year. It’d be irresponsible to leave you alone at the moment.” She concluded, standing up to grab a clean towel which she ran under the cold tap for a moment before wringing it out and coming back down to her wife’s side.

Maya gently dabbed the cool cloth against Carina’s cheek, the relief it was providing was clear. She eventually let it rest on her forehead, before making her finish the rest of the water bottle. The firefighter knew all she could really do was make her comfortable, she could take her to Grey Sloan just to be cautious but they both knew the best the hospital could do was give her fluids and tell her to rest. 

She’d just have to ride it out here.

Of course, Maya would give anything to make “here” their bedroom at home. Not some stupid unfamiliar hotel room, but she only had herself to blame for that. She wished she could turn back time and erase the hurtful words exchanged, but all she could do now was be there for her wife.

Taking a deep breath, Maya decided to make the best of the situation. She adjusted the towel on Carina's forehead before reaching out to squeeze her hand gently. She hadn’t expected it but there was a little squeeze in return too.

After a few minutes of soft silence, Carina tried to speak but instead was stopped by her voice catching in her throat, sending her into a rattling coughing fit, wracking her body forward with spasms as it tried to clear itself of the congestion in her lungs.

Maya's heart clenched at the sight, her worry deepening as she watched her wife struggle.

"Hey, easy there," Maya murmured, moving closer to support Carina. She rubbed her back soothingly, waiting for the fit to pass. When it finally did, Carina slumped against her, her breath ragged and shallow.

"That cough really doesn’t sound great. We should probably get you off this floor," Maya decided before beginning to clear up the mess of tissues on the floor, ignoring her wife’s protests that it was her job to do that.

She simply shook her head in disagreement. Once Maya was done, she carefully helped Carina to her feet, offering out a hand as she led her from the bathroom. Carina's steps were shaky, and Maya could feel the heat radiating from her wife's body. Once they reached the bed, she helped Carina settle in, fluffing the pillows behind her and tucking the covers around her.

“Do you need anything? I can leave you alone if you just wanna sleep.” The blonde asked, unsure of what to do next. In any other circumstance, she would’ve climbed into bed beside her without a second thought but now she wasn’t so sure.

Carina's breaths came out in shallow gasps as she sank into the bed, her body feeling heavy and weak. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of frustration and fear bubbling within her. She turned her gaze up towards Maya, her hoarse voice barely a whisper, "I don't want to be alone again.”

This fight had had them both feeling alone, discarded and unheard. But now they were moving past it, taking measures to fix the damage they’d done. This was a step in the right direction. 

Carina sniffled again, the watery tears falling down her cheeks, “Can you stay just until I asleep please..?”

Maya felt her heart ache at the vulnerability in Carina's eyes. She nodded softly, brushing away a tear from her wife's cheek. "Of course, love. I'll stay right here." She whispered, slipping into bed beside her. She wrapped her arms around Carina, pulling her close and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead

They lay there in the quiet of the room, the only sound the soft rhythm of Carina's breathing. Maya held her tightly, providing the love and comfort that Carina needed right now.

She knew she’d have to get back to work eventually. Jack had been texting her and soon they’d be worried for where she’d got to. But for now, Maya was settled just to watch over her wife for just five more minutes.

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donnydamakkk · 9 months

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watching shows in the greys universe but refusing to touch greys >>>

#greys anatomy universe

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can-we-die-now · 11 months

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our lives 🤝 grey's anatomy

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Linked Universe Boys as Healthcare Workers

Y’all ever watched stuff like Grey’s Anatomy or Scrubs or all those crazy 911 shows? I briefly watched Grey’s Anatomy, thought it was cool, and then I got into healthcare and have been cursed to never be able to watch those kinds of shows again because for heaven’s sake stop shocking asystole and WHAT KIND OF CPR IS THAT AND--

Anyway. I just thought it would be fun to see what the boys would do based on their personalities.

Legend: Emergency department nurse all the way. “Experienced, to the point, snarky, prickly exterior with a soft heart” is a description for both Legend and a typical ED nurse. Has a love/hate relationship with his job. Lives off coffee and energy drinks, has a sore back 75% of the time, is a grouch but will absolutely look out for the newer nurses on the unit. Turns into a softie when taking care of pediatric patients and then will flip Warriors a bird at the nurse’s station when he teases him about it. Can tell Frequent Flyer Beedle no, do not bring bugs you found in the parking lot and in the same breath rush to the next room with the code cart when the patient crashes and then go to the room after and deal with the Karen complaining about waiting too long for test results. Keeps saying he’s gonna quit but absolutely will not. Always losing his trauma shears and pens because his roommate Ravio keeps selling them to his coworkers.

Hyrule: Paramedic. Street smart, adaptable, will MacGyver whatever he has to in order to treat the patient. Despite having GPS and having worked the streets for ages, he will still get lost trying to find a patient’s house. Has a very sweet bedside manner and is gentle and caring, but by heaven if he perceives you as a threat to himself, his partner, or his patient he will call the police on you so fast your head will be spinning (he would take care of you himself but there are rules, so he lets law enforcement handle it). Is one of the best medics out there but still thinks he’s nothing compared to the others, and feels especially small when he is giving report to the RN and MD at the hospital and they start interrogating him over pointless stuff. Legend always materializes in the room when that happens to back Hyrule up and tell the RN or MD they’re being stupid.

Warriors: Military nurse, used to work in field hospitals in their ED and take care of trauma patients, now he’s transitioned to civilian life and works in the same ED as Legend. Is having a really hard time dealing with frequent flyers and people who use the emergency department as their glorified boo boo station because he’s used to high acuity (i.e. very sick/injured) patients all the time from his previous work and now they’re only actual emergencies like 20% of the time. Has the patience of a saint, though, really only shows his annoyance through stony facial expressions as he charts on the computer (or really, slams his hands on the keyboard). Is a natural leader, has already been put in the position of charge nurse a few times, much to Legend’s chagrin. Warriors and Legend are constantly trying to prank each other, Warriors one time asked Legend for a hand with medicating patients and asked him to medicate the most talkative one, knowing that Legend would be held hostage by a conversation for like half an hour (Legend was seething, Warriors was dying of laughter). Always makes sure his accessories match his scrubs - his favorite is dark green scrubs with a blue stethoscope. Buys Legend’s pens from Ravio just to annoy him.

Twilight: CNA on the pediatric floor. All the kids love him, and he is such a hard worker, the nurses praise him all the time. Knows every patient and their needs. Has a giant collection of stuffed goat plushies and toy horses that he brings to the kids. Gentle, patient, caring, and protective. Once threw hands with a parent who was completely out of line and trying to attack a nurse - situation was de-escalated and resolved before security ever got a chance to get there. Dude is freakishly strong, can move any equipment and pick up even teenage patients without any help. Will hold babies for hours if he’s between tasks and they don’t have anyone there to be with them. Brings a therapy dog to the unit when he’s not working. Is the literal best.

Time: Military trauma surgeon, used to work in the same hospital as Warriors and they enjoyed working together when they saw each other, transitioned to Hyrule Hospital where all the other boys are and still gets to see Warriors when he comes to see trauma patients in the ED. Decisive and takes charge of situations, works well under pressure, and always has a keen sense of where the issues are and how to fix them. Runs his operating room with decisiveness and seems very stern and strict, but can be kind as well, just has high standards. Views his job as a calling and a duty, and as such can get caught up in it and usually has to be dragged out of the OR by Malon, a scrub nurse who is tough as nails but gentle and understanding - and who just happens to be his wife. They met when he got to Hyrule Hospital and she didn’t fall for his aloof demeanor that usually kept everyone else at arm’s length. His OR, despite being the most chaotic and unpredictable branch of surgery, is the most well organized and timely out of the entire hospital. Other surgeons are mind blown how he manages to keep things running as well as he does. Some think it’s because of Malon, others recognize it’s because they’re both excellent at keeping the place running, and they know how to pick the best team.

Wild: Transporter. Absolutely loves ferrying patients to different destinations, and he’ll chat with them the entire way. Oftentimes can slow down operations at the hospital because he will get lost with the patient (they eventually reach their destination, the patient is never upset because they’re always laughing with Wild about how they had a great adventure) en route to wherever they’re going. Loves to bring homemade meals to his favorite units (like the pediatric units, he loves visiting them and seeing the kids and Twilight) or the most under served units (like the emergency department). Occasionally zones out, worrying all the staff around him, but he always snaps back and is okay - he just says it’s a side effect from a brain injury he got a while ago. Loves to take selfies all over the hospital (he’s careful not to mess with patient confidentiality, of course), has an Instagram account for his “hospital adventures” and patients love being part of it. (The most recent was a selfie of him and a teenage patient who he was supposed to be transporting to MRI but they somehow ended up in the ambulance bay, where the teenage patient then got to see what the inside of an ambulance looked like while Hyrule showed them the equipment) Will 100% experiment with broken equipment when he’s in between transports and one time was found twisted and tangled in EKG wires. Once ate a french fry off the floor in the staff room and everyone was convinced he was going to die because for heaven’s sake, Wild, NEVER EAT ANYTHING THAT TOUCHES A HOSPITAL FLOOR. (Twilight was there and almost had a heart attack, seriously considered asking a nurse to give him syrup of ipecac to make him puke it out) Is considering getting training to become a registered nutritionist.

Wind: Training respiratory therapist. Decided to go into healthcare after his sister got seriously ill and was hospitalized for a time, and he was determined to make sure that he could take care of her if anything like that happened again. Very boisterous and excited to learn new things, eager to prove himself, has more energy than basically anyone else in the hospital. Is always arriving before the actual respiratory therapist he’s training under and has all the equipment ready to go when his preceptor (his teacher) arrives. Passed out when he witnessed his first intubation (it was in the ED, Legend still hasn’t let him hear the end of it, Warriors then gets on Legend’s case and it devolves into an argument between the two) but since then has been 100% focused and learning his hardest so he can do it correctly. Wild once offered for Wind to practice intubation on himself with Hyrule’s guidance (since paramedics can intubate) and Wind was totally gonna do it until Twilight intervened. Often practices intubations in the OR as well, and he gets the most nervous when he’s in Time’s OR but it’s the most satisfying feeling when Time compliments him. His favorite patient population is pediatrics and he wants to specialize in that. It’s the best feeling in the world when a breathing treatment helps and a kid who was struggling so hard is suddenly breathing much better. It reminds him of Aryll when she was struggling during her hospitalization, and he feels good knowing he’s making a difference. Wants to travel when he gets enough experience.

Four: ICU nurse. Methodical, detailed, observant, and very organized. Somehow always has his life together, his charting done, his tasks completed, and his patients clean and in good order. People swear he can do multiple jobs at once and they don’t know how he does it. Very understanding and empathetic but no-nonsense, his patients will walk three times a day and they will get their bath. Always manages to be the one to find Wild breaking equipment and nearly loses his mind when Wild accidentally breaks an IV pump. Is the person people go to when something needs troubleshooting. Writes down his plan for the entire shift after assessing his patient at the start of shift (he uses different colors for different tasks). Prefers night shift because he likes that there are fewer people around, gives him focus to do his tasks uninterrupted. Meditates to decompress after a bad shift. Loves nagging Legend and Warriors when they give him reports on their patients who they’re sending to him from the ED even though he’s already read the patient’s chart eight times to be sure he knows what he’s getting. (”Ok, but what about their skin, have you assessed their skin?” “FFS Four, they’ve got a freaking emergency tracheotomy that I’ve been handling and they coded twice, just take the damn patient”)

Sky: Air medical pilot, flies the hospital helicopter that brings in critically ill/injured patients either from the field or less equipped hospitals. Has passed out at the sight of his own blood but has learned to handle gore pretty well early on. Lives off of energy drinks, exchanges different ones with Legend to see which one works best. Once flew to a scene of a pediatric trauma alert despite there being a thunderstorm because all the other air medical places turned the flight down due to weather, and somehow they all survived to see another day even though his flight medic was convinced they were going to get struck. Volunteers in the NICU at his off time to hold babies. Twilight has been trying to get him to become a tech on a pediatric floor, but Sky keeps saying no (”Sky, you like the babies, there are a lot of babies here!” “Yeah, but they’re not all babies, the other patients talk and demand” “Come on, I know you care about them” “I’m not a kid person, Twilight. Just the babies.”) Is trying to convince Hyrule and Legend to become a flight medic and flight nurse, respectively, so they can be on the helicopter together. Flew helicopters in the military and met Time and Warriors that way. Always drops everything to give the others hugs. Brightens whatever room (or helicopter) he’s in.

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