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justabigassnerd · 8 months

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Night Scare

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,275

Warnings - inaccurate medical scenes (I tried), worried Jake, fluff

Summary - a night time asthma attack turns a normal evening into a worry fest for Jake

A/N - wow... about two weeks later I'm finally posting a fic. I am so sorry for delays I've been struggling with writers block, it's still not fully gone but my guilt is catching up to me so I'm literally forcing myself to write. this was an anon request and I hope I did it justice. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Living with asthma is something you had just learned to deal with growing up. Always had to make sure your inhaler was on hand and learned to know when you could be on the verge of an asthma attack.

One evening, while your dad and Bradley were downstairs watching a sports match, you remained in your room, relaxing and scrolling through your phone. As you sit on your bed, scrolling through your phone, you began to cough occasionally but you shook it off, assuming it was just the ending of the cold you had just recovered from. Then your chest began to feel tight, like it was slowly being squeezed. You instinctively grabbed the inhaler that sat on your bedside table and took a puff of the medicine, settling back against the pillows and waiting for the medicine to do its job. After half an hour, you realise the inhaler isn’t working so you take another puff of the medicine and fight back a coughing fit that suddenly attacks you, taking your breath away from you as you struggle to recover it. Not wanting to risk losing your footing in your panic to get downstairs and risk hurting yourself, you open your phone and find your dad’s number, opening your messages and typing out a text.

Jake raised an eyebrow when he felt his phone buzz and saw your name above the text. He debated calling up to you but something in his gut was screaming at him to open the text, so he did.

‘I think I’m having an asthma attack’

“Call 9-1-1.” Jake says, leaping to his feet and heading for the stairs, leaving Bradley confused in the living room.

“What?!” Bradley calls up to Jake just as he disappears up the stairs.

“Call 9-1-1, y/n is having an asthma attack and I’m not taking any risks.” Jake calls down to Bradley who immediately pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials 9-1-1 while Jake bursts into your room to find you sat bolt upright and struggling to breathe. He could tell you were trying to keep calm so you could control your breaths a little better, but he could see the panic in your eyes.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Take another puff of your inhaler for me, okay? Rooster’s calling the ambulance now they’ll get here as quick as they can.” Jake says, sitting next to you on the bed and taking the small inhaler from your hands and holding it to your mouth so you could take a puff, he kept a close eye on you, seeing how you were doing.

Before too long, you heard the front door opening and Bradley talking downstairs before you heard footsteps heading up the stairs and you see two paramedics enter the room, equipment in hand as they approached.

“We’re going to need you to step back, sir.” One of the paramedics says, making Jake press a kiss to the top of your head and whisper reassuringly before he gets up from the bed, allowing the paramedics to assess you. The paramedics ask Jake for your name and what medication you are on which he gives, grabbing the medical information card he had and handing it to the paramedic, so they knew everything they needed to in order to help you. The paramedics help you downstairs to where a stretcher was waiting after assessing and concluding that you need to go to the ER for some medicine and observation. Jake is given permission to ride in the ambulance with you and just as he goes to follow you, Bradley stops him.

“I’m going to head home and get out of your hair. Keep me updated and I’ll come by when I can.” Bradley says and Jake nods, clapping Bradley on the shoulder.

“Thanks for calling the ambulance. I’ll see you around.” Jake says as the two walk out of the house, closing the door behind them. Bradley nods in acknowledgement before crossing to his Bronco while Jake gets in the back of the ambulance with you as the paramedic did what he needed to do. You were given an oxygen tube and some medicine, and your attack was seeming to wane thanks to it.

When the ambulance pulled up outside the hospital, the paramedics eased the stretcher out and wheeled you into the ER and one of the paramedics and Jake eased you onto a bed while the other paramedic filled in the nurse on what had happened. When you’re settled on the bed, the paramedics head back out to their ambulance while the nurse comes to your bedside.

“Hi, y/n. I’ve been informed that you’ve received some treatment and oxygen on the way over here and you seem to be doing better but we just want to keep you in for a few hours just in case you have another attack, okay?” The nurse says cheerfully as she inputs some final things on the tablet in her hand. You nod at her words as does your dad and the nurse then excuses herself to continue her rounds.

“You feeling okay?” Jake asks softly as he watches you.

“Feeling a lot better than I was earlier.” You say with a smile, making Jake smile gently and finally let himself relax.

“It was a little scary though.” You admit, looking away from your dad who softens at your words, reaching out and taking your hand gently in his own.

“I bet it was sweetheart. I thought it was scary just from my perspective I can’t imagine what it was like for you.” Jake says, watching you carefully as you shift your gaze to look back at him briefly.

“The important thing is you’re okay now. We’ll stay here for as long as the nurses want us to and then we’ll head home, and you can get some sleep and you can rest as much as you want tomorrow as well. We’ll take it easy.” Jake says reassuringly, giving your hand a small squeeze as well.

After almost three hours of lying on the hospital bed with constant check-ups, the nurses allow you to go home for the rest of the night, confident that you won’t have any more attacks for the night. They urge Jake to book you a doctor’s appointment as soon as possible to check how everything is going with your lungs and then you are cleared to go. As you exit the hospital, Jake is checking on the status of the Uber he booked and before too long it pulls up and the two of you get in the back seats and begin the journey home. By the time you get home, you’re just about ready to collapse into your bed. You immediately head up to your room and get into your pyjamas, quickly burying yourself under your duvet and curling up. It didn’t take your dad long to knock on the door and enter with your permission. He crossed to your bed and bent over to kiss the top of your head.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. If you need me, I’m just next door.” He whispers as you nod, eyes slipping shut instantly and Jake lets out a soft chuckle, pulling the duvet over you a bit more and leaving the room, turning the light off as he goes.

Jake returns to his own room, getting in his bed and lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had just been through a scare that may taunt him for a while, but he knew you were just next door sleeping peacefully and he’d look after you as best he can.

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castiel-barnes · 3 years

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Please come back to me.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader.

Summary: Poe gets involved in an X-Wing crash which leaves him out of action and in a comatose state.

Wordcount: 901

Warning: possibly medical inaccuracies. Angst. So much angst. Little bit of fluff.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell

Gif not mine.

There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air between those who knew. Which was everyone. When Leia had told you, you fell to your knees and cried. You couldn't belive that Poe, your Poe, the Resistance golden boy and ace had crashed.

They had told you though that he had in fact survived, but was in a bad state and unconscious. When they got him back to base, you managed to see a glance of him and discovered that he had large bump on his head and a large red gash with bruises and cuts scattered across his body. As you saw this you let out a loud cry and Snap pulled you away to let you cry in his arms.

Whilst the medic team were operating on Poe to ensure his survival, he had some seizures that almost meant the end. Poe had managed to pull through, but it left him in a comatose state. Eventually, the doctors allowed you to go see him and on Leia's orders to spend time with him incase he woke up.

Walking into the room, seeing him lay there motionless and unresponsive on a ventilator broke your heart. Sitting down with tears in your eyes, you took Poe's hand closest to you gently into yours and stroked the back of his knuckles.

"Hey baby, it's me. It's Y/N." You started with a crack in your voice,

"You had quite a nasty crash earlier, but you're ok now, you're safe. Just gotta wake up for me." You continued trying to get yourself to belive that he would be alright.

"BB8 is ok, I promise. The mechanics are getting him fixed up for you, and I'll make sure he is his normal self." You added on.

In the days to come you didn't really leave Poe's side. Often days, Leia or Snap would come by if they weren't busy to sit with you and Poe for a while, or to bring you fresh clothes and food. Although you didn't really eat much. You never gave up talking to him, hoping that he would hear you and open his eyes.

"Come on Poe, open those pretty brown eyes of yours." You said stroking his hair back gently to avoid the now sewn up gash.

"That’s one of the first things I noticed when I first met you. Those brown eyes and that cute dopey smile you do." You continued scanning over his features for any signs of life.

"Please come back to me." You whispered with tears threatening to fall again.

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Week and half later:

It had been a week and a half since the initial crash. And Poe was still in the coma. Not once did you leave his side for longer than 20 minutes.

"I would really have liked to met your mum. I bet she was wonderful, and I can tell where you get your talent from even if they are from stories." You said holding his hand whilst you examined his mums ring that you looked after before everything happened.

"What did you say? 'I'm waiting for the right partner' when I first asked you about the ring. That's not what I expected you to say." You continued, but this time there was a change.

You felt Poe's hand squeeze yours. You thought you were hallucinating from the lack of sleep. But when you felt it again and saw his eyes start to open slowly, you had never been so relieved.

"That’s it baby come on open your eyes for me. DOCTOR!" You exclaimed tears falling down your face. Poe's eyes finally opened, looking around panicking slightly.

"It's ok baby, it's ok the doctor will get that out in just a second. You're safe." You told Poe, which calmed him down significantly. The doctor came in and saw that Poe's eyes were opened, and in a few minutes the doctor had the ventilator out. Poe let out a few coughs as the ventilator was pulled out and tried not to gag at the feeling. The doctors had done their examination, making sure he was ok and then left the two of you alone. You sat on the bed next to him.

"Don't you ever, ever do that again." You said hitting him gently whilst sobbing,

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry. But i'm here now." Poe responded with a hoarse voice from lack of use, and pulling you into him gently to comfort you.

"I hate you for doing that." You whispered,

"I know honey and I don't blame you." Poe said still cradling you.

You two sat there in silence for a little while, just soaking up the presence of one another. That was until Poe spoke.

"My mum would've loved you. She'd be so happy to know that there is someone to care for me and make sure I don't do anything stupid. And you were right. I was waiting for the right partner and I think I've found them." Poe admitted taking the ring from you and taking it off of the chain.

He gently grasped your left hand and slid the cold metal ring onto your ring finger. Smiling at him, the two of you kissed gently.

"I'm your right partner?" You asked quietly just to be sure,

"Yeah honey, you're my right partner." Poe replied burying his head into the crook of your neck.

Smiling you kissed his head gently, and thanked anyone who was listening for keeping your flyboy alive.

#star wars #writing #poe dameron #oscar isaac

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