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Heart Problems - Part II

Heart attack - Part I

Maya x Carina x reader

Platonic! Amelia shepard x reader

TW: heart disease, past drug addiction and alcol abuse, panic attacks

You hold the smoke for a few seconds before releasing it into the air around you. You couldn’t smoke, not after you had a heart attack about one and a half month ago that forced you to stay in the hospital for almost four endless weeks. To say that Carina and Maya had been overprotective is an understatement; you couldn’t even go to the bathroom by yourself, and if they saw you smoking…you would get an unparalleled lecture. In fact, you even think they might be watching you h72.

“Although you are very sexy when you smoke, you are an idiot because you know you shouldn’t do it.”

You blink, releasing a sigh as you hear a voice you know all too well. “Amelia, it’s not what it seems like…”

“Oh no? Because you seem to be smoking after being expressly forbidden since you had a heart attack for that reason.”

The neurosurgeon does not bother to hide her sarcastic tone as she snatches the cigarette from your hand and throws it on the ground, extinguishing it with her shoe.

You roll your eyes, avoiding protest because you know she is right.

She drags you inside the apartment, continuing to mumble a few insults and repeat over and over how stupid you are. She forcefully closes the window overlooking the balcony before sitting you down on the couch and looking at you with such a disapproving look that you almost feel guilty. Almost.

“Amelia, it’s not a big deal. Don’t make a big deal out of it, it was just a cigarette. My heart attack was due to that shit about my heart murmur that I didn’t control properly, you know and-”

“Fuck you y/n, even a cigarette would hurt you in your condition and don’t say bullshit to me because we both know that wasn’t the first one you were smoking. An adolescence of alcohol and avid smoking got you to this point, now you can’t drink or smoke because you risk another heart attack y/n and we won’t be able to bring you back again!”

You look away, looking anywhere but at the girl you now love like a sister.

You remember all too well; how quickly she had entered your hospital room a few weeks earlier, her eyes terrified and her chest heaving from the long run that had brought her there.

“…Are you going to tell Maya and Carina?”

The neurosurgeon distracts you from your thoughts. She releases a small sigh before sitting down on the couch, inches away from you.

“If I don’t do it, how can I trust that you won’t do it again? This is about your health and, unfortunately, you suck at taking care of yourself. I mean…we’ve had proof of that, it was so stupid not to get regular checkups for the last five years…damn y/n, you knew you had a heart murmur and yet you had the nerve to not care at all by continuing to drink and smoke…”

You can’t blame her, you’ve always been reckless with your health. A bad habit, if you can call it that, that was imposed on you from birth. Your father’s daughter could not be weak, she had to hide her bruises, split lips, black eyes and cracked ribs…you could not show your weaknesses, all emotions had to be stifled and you did, with smoking, alcohol and drugs. That was until your chemistry teacher had opened your eyes, paid for your rehabilitation, and the only vice you kept were cigarettes and alcohol, but never to the point of drunkenness. Your girlfriends, all your friends, and Amelia herself had only found out about it with the little mishap that landed you in a hospital bed.

Amelia sighs, gives you a heartbroken look, and circles your back with her arm.

“Honey, your problem is serious. You have had a heart attack y/n and the chances of you having another one are high, unfortunately. You need to be careful. You can’t-”

Amelia’s speech is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, followed immediately by a delightful Italian accent that you know very well.

“Bella, I’m home. Where are you?”

You open your eyes wide, aware that the smell of smoke is still firmly imprinted on your clothes.

Panic creeps into you. Carina cannot find out you were smoking; she would kill you. You cast a desperate glance at Amelia, panic beginning to close in on your lungs.

Amelia snaps to her feet, kneeling in front of you and undoing the first three buttons of your shirt as soon as she realizes you are on the verge of a panic attack.

“Y/n okay, you need to breathe” Amelia tries to take your hand but you shrug it off, shaking hard and burying your head between your knees.

Your lungs struggling to circulate some air; your chest barely rising and falling.

“Y/n you need to calm down, you’ll have a heart attack if you keep this up. You need to breathe.”

Amelia tries to take your hand but you shrug it off, shaking hard and hiding your head between your knees.

Amelia is practically screaming but you don’t hear her. You don’t even hear when she screams your girls’ name loudly nor her hurried footsteps on the marble floor. You barely notice her presence only when she forces your face away from the shelter between your knees, taking your face in her hands.

“Hey Bella, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay, we’re okay. Just follow my breathing.”

You are distant, Carina sees. Your eyes are glassy and it’s as if you don’t hear your girlfriend’s voice or her touch at all.

Carina rests her right hand on your chest, your heart beating furiously against her palm, which fuels her concern more.

“Amelia, help me get her to the bathroom. We have to get her back, I can’t calm her down and if she keeps this up…”

She doesn’t need to finish the sentence for the neurosurgeon to understand.

Carina takes you in her arms, her heart aching to see you in this condition. Amelia opens the bathroom door, hurrying to the shower and turning the cold knob to maximum.

Carina steps into the shower, supporting your frail body as you are hit by the icy water.

You gasp, emerging from the panic attack in shock and chattering your teeth from the cold.

“It’s okay Bella, I’m here. It’s over, now breathe” Carina whispers in your ear, supporting your body to prevent you from hurting yourself in case you pass out from the exertion. It’s been a long time since you had such a panic attack.

Amelia mumbles something to Carina before leaving you alone. You don’t feel it, all your concentration is used in regulating your breathing and smoothing out the stabbing pain in your chest.

“How do you feel?”

The Italian shakes a strand of hair from your face, stroking your right cheek and turning a smile to you.

You blink slowly, nodding just barely. Carina sighs, rising from the cold shower floor and grabbing a towel before wrapping it around you.

She picks you up again, carrying you to your room. You do not object; you are too tired to do so.

The brunette leans you on the blankets, your wet hair dripping on them, but Carina doesn’t care.

She takes off your wet clothes and covers you with a pair of heavy blankets before changing. Fortunately, your hair is not very wet; you don’t think you would have had the strength or inclination to dry it.

The Italian slips under the covers with you, encircling your waist with her arms and resting two fingers on your right wrist to check your pulse.

“Car, I’m fine. You don’t need-”

“No Bella, this is important. I need to check. I’d like to take you to the hospital, I understand you don’t want to go back but it’s been a long time since you’ve had an attack like this and you have a slight tachycardia that could be due to the panic attack but I’d rather check that it’s not due to anything else.”

You shake your head, retracting your arm from her grip.

“I’m not going back to the hospital Carina, I’m fine.”

Carina turns you toward her, kissing your forehead before placing a hand on your chest.

“You smoked earlier, didn’t you? I smelled it as soon as I walked in.”

You bite your lip, looking away from those hazel eyes you love so much.

Carina sighs and shakes her head before snuggling closer to your body.

“You can’t do this Bella, you know. It hurts and maybe the tachycardia is due to that too. Teddy was very clear about that, no alcohol or smoking. You know that.”

“I know love ma-”

“No ‘buts’ y/n; this is about your health, your heart…you can’t play Russian roulette with your own life. If it doesn’t get better in ten minutes, let’s go to the hospital.”

Her tone does not allow for retort, and frankly, you are too tired to object. You barely nod and allow yourself to be lulled by the warmth emanating from his body in contact with yours. You fall asleep without even realizing it, abandoning yourself to the arms of Morpheus.

………………………………………………………………..

When you wake up, you realize that you and Carina are not the only ones in the bed. An adorable little blond head is nestled in the pillow by your side; her arm is around your waist, just below Carina’s.

You glance at the clock on the wall in front of you; it is only four o'clock in the morning and yet sleep has completely passed you by. You struggle to disentangle yourself from your girls’ grasp, being careful not to make too much noise or an abrupt movement to avoid waking them.

You hold back a yawn as you make your way to the kitchen. Your gaze focuses on the clock hanging on the wall. 4:50, great. Maya will be up any minute, if her morning run is not early in the morning, the blonde is not happy.

You sigh, turning on the stove and whisking two eggs onto the pan. You’re so focused on not burning what you’re cooking that when Maya wraps her arms around your waist, you freak out and gasp.

“Hey, it’s just me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Maya places a kiss on your exposed neck, sending shivers up your spine.

“Are you okay? It’s early, how come you’re already awake?”

Maya whispers, turning off the stove before you can. You sigh again, leaning into her touch as if your life depended solely on it.

“I couldn’t fall asleep last night-”

“I know, Carina told me,” Maya interrupts you, turning you to face her before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

Your hands slip under the fireman’s shirt, but before you can even try to unhook her bra, Maya stops you.

Her fingers grip your wrists gently as she shakes her head firmly.

“No sex until Teddy gives us permission, you know that – and you’re grounded, you’ve been smoking.”

You pout, turning off the stove before patting her butt.

“You want to keep me from touching this beautiful ass?”

“Y/n! I have no words…I’m going for a run. Try to go back to sleep love, will you?”

You nod, and she leaves a kiss on your temple before slipping her headphones into her ears and walking out of your apartment.

You stay there in the kitchen for another ten minutes or so before you put the things you have prepared (eggs and bacon) on the table and get back into bed with Carina. As soon as you tuck yourself in, the Italian curls up next to your side, rubbing her nose against your cheek and resting a hand on your chest, just above your heart.

“Good morning, how are you feeling amore mio?”

“I’m fine Car, good morning to you too.”

You give her a small smile before turning to her and kissing the tip of her nose.

Carina crinkles her eyes, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“What time is it? I’m still very sleepy…”

“It’s almost 5:30-”

You don’t have time to finish the sentence when you see Carina open her eyes wide and give you a light slap on your right arm.

“Tu sei pazza!Che cosa stai facendo alzata a quest’ora?”

You didn’t understand a single word she just said but, knowing her, she probably called you a psychopath for waking up so early. With Maya she has lost hope by now but she didn’t believe that you were also turning to the dark side-this upsets her.

“Go back to sleep,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a glint of amusement in your eyes due to your girlfriend’s overdramatization.

Carina mumbles something in Italian before nodding with conviction and snuggling against your chest, closing her eyes. And it only takes five minutes to fall deeply asleep. Damn, you envy this girl for her sleeping skills; she could sleep just fine for 12 hours straight if you or Maya didn’t wake her up.

After half an hour passes, your hopes of falling back asleep magically disappear replaced by a lethal boredom. You’d like to reach out and grab the phone on the nightstand but, alas, doing so would wake Carina and you don’t want to upset the doctor before her morning coffee. You’re not that dumb.

At 6:20, the door of your apartment opens. It is Maya returning from her run. As soon as the blonde enters your bedroom, she immediately realizes that you are still awake.

“You should be asleep…” her tone is one of reproach but her love-filled gaze betrays her.

“I can’t,” you whisper, turning to face her. Damn it, you shouldn’t have done that. Maya is taking off her sweaty T-shirt and her sculpted abs enchant you.

A familiar warmth radiates from your lower abdomen.

“No, don’t even think about it; I already told you that-”

You stop her with a kiss. Not just a simple kiss, not one of those in-the-mold kisses you give when you’re in too much of a hurry…it’s definitely one of those kisses that makes you 'lift your leg’ like in the old movies.

Your hands slide under her sports bra, slipping it off. Maya lets out a moan as you lay her down on the bed, right next to her wife’s sleeping body. You slip off her pants, beginning to kiss her neck and going down to her navel. Her fingers grip your hair before frantically slipping off your T-shirt, tossing it to the floor.

You giggle, letting out a small scream as the blonde reverses your positions.

A mischievous smile ripples her lips, she leans over your breasts and brings her lips close to your left nipple before biting down hard. Hard enough to turn you on but not hard enough to hurt. A moan leaves your lips as the fireman slips her hand into your pants and begins to tease your clit. Your nails sink into her back as you capture her lips, carrying her into another kiss.

The blonde increases the pace, your clit is swollen and throbbing but that mere stimulation is not enough; you need more.

“Maya…Maya please” you whimper, rubbing yourself against her hand.

The fireman gives you a smile before pushing three fingers inside you.

“Fuck” you squeeze your eyes shut, arching your back and going along with her thrusts as you enjoy that pleasurable stretch.

Your fingers slide along her abs, stimulating her sensitive nipples. Maya gasps, going faster; the bed creaks, rocking again and again

A twinge in your chest makes you moan, not in pleasure though. Your breathing is heavy and your chest rises and falls far too fast for the blonde’s liking. Maya stops immediately, moving a few inches away to look into your eyes. An extremely worried look contours her face.

“Are you okay?”

You take a few seconds before realizing that the blonde has stopped.

“Heyy, why did you stop? Come on Maya, I was going to-”

Maya raises her left eyebrow, looking at you contritely before leaning over your chest. The smirk that had just reappeared on your face disappears as soon as you see her bow her head to put her ear over your chest and auscultate your pulse.

“It’s too fast, I knew it wasn’t a good idea…”

Maya shakes her head, biting her lip and looking away. She notices a slight panic invade her eyes and her mind begin to spin.

“Hey, hey, stop. Maya I’m fine love, I’m fine. Okay? Breathe with me, that’s it, good.”

You take her face in your hands forcing her to look at you and breathing noisily so she can follow your breathing. In a couple of minutes, the panic vanishes from the blue eyes you love so much.

“Are you okay?”

You whisper , stroking her cheeks. The firefighter nods just before hugging you.

“What are you doing?”

Carina yawns, covering her face with her right hand as she turns toward you.

“Just a little morning cuddle, good morning gorgeous.”

You smile, letting Maya recover as you lean over to kiss the Italian.

Despite her sleep, Carina is not buying it. And Maya is a too anxious person to not reveal her fears to her wife.

“Child, what is going on?” Carina turns completely toward Maya, and before you can even try to convince her not to say anything, the fireman speaks.

“Her pulse is really fast…can you please check her?”

“Car, I’m fine…Maya is on the verge of a panic attack and-”

Carina quickly sits up, now wide awake with worry etched on her face.

She takes your wrist in her right hand, resting two fingers over your vein to check your pulse and, at the same time, check the clock that sits on the wall opposite the bed in your room.

“Car, I’m fine, can we check Maya please?”

You whisper, not wanting the blonde to hear you; your chest hurts and you feel it getting harder and harder to breathe but you don’t care, not with Maya like this.

Carina turns to her wife and it doesn’t take long to realize that she is completely immersed in her head right now.

“You’re not well, you’re not well at all. Your heart is beating at 184 beats per minute…we need to lower it y/n.”

As Carina rummages through the drawers of the nightstand beside the bed, you don’t look away from Maya.

Carina takes your left arm and pulls up your sleeve, placing a tourniquet just below your shoulder, waiting to get a good look at the vein before suctioning 30 ml of Procainamide, which Teddy told you to use in such cases.

“Lie down, if in 5-6 minutes your pulse hasn’t dropped we’re going to the hospital y/n.”

You barely nod, looking away as soon as Carina sticks the needle in your arm, slowly diluting the drug in your blood. You take deep breaths, lying on the bed and at the same time observing the interaction between Maya and Carina.

“Bambina, bambina hey.”

Carina strokes Maya’s face gently, making her focus on herself. Maya seems to come back to herself, her feet on the ground.

“Car..y/n, she-?”

You sit up, ignoring Carina’s scowl, placing a hand on Maya’s back to make her notice your presence.

The blonde turns toward you and hugs you, leaving you momentarily stunned, as does Carina.

Maya does not extremely like physical contact after a panic attack or dissociation of this kind.

You stroke her back; your caresses alternate with Carina’s sweet words. The Italian is speaking her native language; neither you nor Maya can fully understand her but they always cause you great comfort. A feeling the same as when you are in front of a bonfire with your nearest and dearest surrounding you.

Ten minutes later, Maya is completely asleep in the arms of you and Carina.

“Bella, hey.”

Carina whispers, turning toward you and being quiet so as not to wake the fireman.

“Check your heart rate on the apple watch.”

You turn your right wrist with effort toward you, as it is weighed down by the blonde’s sleeping body.

“95 bpm.”

Carina releases a sigh that is probably a sigh of relief.

“Good, not ideal yet but definitely better than before…I think we should get some more sleep, Maya and I still don’t have to work and you are on forced bed rest.”

You barely nod, sighing at those conditions before closing your eyes. It’s a problem, you’ll have to talk about them being so overprotective but not now, maybe later…

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