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Hi, pal! 👋 I’ve been thinking about this for you, so I feel prepared to botch this. 😂 I wish you would write an appendicitis fic with them also out somewhere against the elements or not near a hospital with some creative medic skillz. 😉

EM! Did you know I have a roadside surgery bingo square that I am struggling with or is this just a happy coincidence?

This seems so harrowing! And Eddie’s a field medic so he’d be used to horrific injury but he’s not a surgeon so I think Hen would have to be there.

The main problem with the appendix is that you wouldn’t resort to this unless you were sure it would burst otherwise and you couldn’t *really* be sure outside of the hospital.

(The second problem with appendicitis is that I might kinda sorta have an idea with hockey!buck determined to finish this playoff game and hiding that he’s feeling sick 😅)

BUT ALSO. Because it's my friend, Em, who asked:

[Scene: The ambulance is stuck. It maybe tipped off a small cliff so it's resting like so 🥖 or perhaps wedged into something so that it can't be pulled free without heavy equipment. Probably the whole road is damaged so that it's going to be a long time before anyone can get in or out. They were on their way to collect a patient so no one else has to be rescued but Hen and Chimney are staying with the ambulance because, well, someone has to.

Chimney has been feeling sick for a couple days. He was nauseous when he got to work, a little bit of pain, but there's a stomach thing going around and he figures that's what it is. But it's gotten worse over the twenty-four plus hour shift they're now on. And he's been complaining more and more all the time he and Hen have been waiting. When things suddenly get more intense, Hen does a rebound test and the diagnosis becomes clear. She radios for help but even though they get moved up the priority list, they're still going to be stuck for hours.]

Hen grabs the jump bag and starts adding to it. She yanks open cabinets and drawers, opens the narcotics box and adds it to the inventory.

"What are you doing?" Chimney asks.

"Packing."

"Yeah, I got that. But from what Bobby just said, it's going to be a while before our Uber gets here so maybe you don't have to be quite so-" he gestures in a manic way- "about it."

"We're not waiting for the Uber," Hen says, scanning the shelves and adding another two packages to the bag. "That roadblock isn't even a mile down the road. We're going to get you there and call someone to pick us up on the other side."

"Whoa, what?" Chimney replies, trying to sit upright. He's leaning against the divider between the seats and the back of the truck and it's a fight against gravity with the ambulance resting nose down in a ditch, but he almost manages it.

Almost.

With a long groan that underlines the seriousness of the situation, Chimney falls back hard against the wall, his hands clutching at his sides. He laughs, but there's no humor in it.

"Unless you're going to wheel me the whole way on a gurney..."

Hen whirls around, slamming her hand on the countertop. "If that's what it takes, then I'll put your ass on the damn gurney," she snaps. Her voice doesn't shake, but her shoulders rise and fall with quick, shallow breaths and when she meets Chimney's eyes, he hates the uncertainty he finds there.

"Hen."

"I'm not going to let you die in here, Chim. Which is what could happen if your appendix bursts. The infection will spread through your abdomen. You could get an abscess or become septic. And I'm not waiting around for it to happen. We're getting that thing out of you."

"So get it out of me."

Chimney doesn't know he's going to say it until he does, but once the words are out of his mouth, he knows there's not another possibility.

"What?" Hen replies.

Pushing himself up again, groaning again, Chimney says, "You said, I could die if I don't get this thing out of me. So I'm just thinking I'm sitting here with the world's greatest general surgeon, maybe I'd like to see her in action."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"About as ridiculous as me running a mile right now."

"I don't have surgical tools, disinfectant, fluids-"

"We've got plenty of fluids!" Chimney said, gesturing to where he hopes the bags of saline haven't burst in the accident.

"Blood," Hen answers. "A level fucking operating table. No. If I cut you open right now, it would be murder. I'm not doing it."

"If I die you could tell them I forced you to do it."

Hen scoffs.

"Okay you're right. No one would believe that." Pain knifes through his side again as Chimney shifts, pain that he feels uniquely qualified to classify as stabbing, and he knows, in the kind of way a person knows when something is wrong in his own body, that he's getting worse. But he's not going to die. He refuses. Not when he has so much to live for.

"So we tell them the truth," he says.

"What truth are we talking about?"

"The one where I was dying. Where the ambulance was too far away and I didn't have a chance. The one where my daughter and the love of my life are waiting for me to come home and I asked my best friend to help me do that.

"Please, Hen. Get this thing out of me."

As Chimney talked, Hen's expression grew softer and more tearful, matching his own. He doesn't have to beg. He doesn't even have to say anything else Hen is his best friend. She has back always. And he trusts her completely.

"Okay," she says finally. "Let's get that thing out of you."

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