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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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Hello!! I really like your writing, there is always such a nice level of care and comfort to your fics!!

I was hoping to request a wandanat x reader fic, where reader has chronic appendicitis and doesn’t realize it until she has to be rushed to the hospital from it getting so bad.

(Sorry this one is self indulgent because I had chronic appendicitis when I was younger, but I would also fake being sick to get out of school so when I actually had appendicitis my mom didn’t believe me. It would flare up like once every few months and just be the most debilitating painful thing I’ve ever experienced, made even worse when I had to try to walk and sit through school. She only finally believed something was wrong when I eventually had it on the weekend and immediately rushed me to the ER lol)

If you already have a fic like this or don’t wanna write it that’s so completely fine! Thank you and I hope you’re doing awesome!!! 💞

A Steady Decline

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Reader is in some weird pain. It feels like cramps from hell but its all wrong. What is it?

TW: Cramps, pain, surgery, mentions of injury, mentions of canon typical violence, pain medicine, needles (implied), hospitals, appendicitis

A/n Omg im so sorry this took so long, I have had so many requests and I finally got around to this one. Im sorry to everyone who’s waiting on requests and thank you all for being so patient with me :)

It started after a mission. It was a simple mission, and it went without injury so the pain didn’t make any sense. Maybe your period was coming early? What else would explain the weird cramping feeling in your midsection. But this felt slightly different. It's not where the cramps usually sat.

Walking off the quinjet behind Wanda and steve would normally be great after a mission with no injuries but your stomach really hurt. You plastered on a fake smile and did your best to stand at full height. Once you were clear of the jet Nat rushed over and pulled you and Wanda in for a hug.

“I miss you guys. How was the mission?” She said squeezing tight. You groaned softly and she immediately pulled away. Holding you at arm's length she scanned your body for injuries.

“Baby what’s the matter?” Nat said now in full spy mode.

“Yeah, love i didn’t see or hear anything about any injuries?” Wanda said looking both concerned and annoyed.

“Im fine. Just sore. Pretty intense fight with one of the stupid hydra agents.” You muttered and rolled your shoulders back to loosen the muscles. You winced as it moves your torso uncomfortably. Nat’s gaze narrowed but she let it go.

“If you're sure.” She said and Wanda seemed to dismiss it.

“Come on. I wanna shower before this debriefing.” Wanda said and grabbed your hand and started dragging you back to the shared room.

The pain seemed to settle, with the odd cramp and dull ache that had settled you were beginning to question if this really was your period or something else entirely. You pushed that thoughts away and began to strip for a shower. The heat of the water soothed your aching muscles but did little for the pain in your stomach. Was it your stomach? The pain seemed to almost be shifting to your lower right side. Your uterus didn’t move, did it? You almost laughed at the idea. Dismissing the thought.

After a warm shower you slipped on some tracksuits and a hoodie before throwing your hair into a messy bun and sliding on a pair of ratty old sneakers. They were old but you loved them to bits. Literally.

After brushing your hair, you went down to the briefing room now trying very hard to ignore the active pain that was shooting through your abdomen.

You ran your hands through your damp hair and hurried to your seat at the table. Resting your head on the desk you wrapped an arm around your midsection as you waited for the others to arrive. After a bit you heard footsteps and looked up to see the disapproving face of your redheaded spy girlfriend. Her arms were crossed as she looked you up and down her suspicions confirmed.

“Alright L/n whats going on? I know somethings up. Now spill.” She said.

“Im fine. Just … cramps … or whatever.” You said dismissively.

“Right…” she said slowly. “Cuz cramps make you all pale and sad.”

“Sad yes. Pale. No. Im not pale.”

“Yes. You are you-“ Nat began only to be cut off by your other girlfriend who came in.

“Whats going on?” Wanda asked, freshly showered.

“Y/n/n here is in pain and claims it's just cramps.” Nat said glaring at you with no real heat behind it. Wanda opened her mouth to speak but fury and steve entered and everyone took their seats.

You tried your best to pay attention, you really did but it hurt so bad. So so bad. You were curling in on yourself. And after a bit were fully zoned out.

Fury must have asked you something because there was a pause before Nat jabbed you in the ribs to get your attention.

However instead you curled in on yourself further, crying out and falling out of your chair. You didn’t really hear them tell Jarvis to get Bruce, you weren’t really present enough to remember the trip to the med bay. Or Bruce examining you while your girlfriends stood nervously by the door. You barely remember counting back as you breathed in the anaesthetisa. You just remember it hurting so much. Wanda and Nat were the last faces you saw before fading into darkness.

It was a soft darkness, kind of like an ocean. You floated around a bit and it felt nice. Spacey and soft. After a few seconds your conciseness faded all together and you drifted into a dreamless drug filled sleep.

But the next thing you knew, you woke in a white hospital room. There was a soft beeping of monitors as they measured your vitals. Based off the obnoxious sized poster of Ironman on the wall you knew you were in the tower's recovery ward. I mean of course it had one, with a team of superhero’s injuries were almost endless.

However, it was amusing Tony chose this room, or you assumed it was tony. This was the room where you met your girlfriends for a real introduction way back when pigs flew. It had been after a heat battle when you had stepped in and saved Wanda’s life. Who would have thought all these years later you would be back here. With them by your side again, but this time a whole new dynamic.

As you took stock of your surroundings you faintly realised the pain so much more tolerable. An IV was placed in the crook of your elbow with what you assumed was only the good stuff based off how buzzed and spacey your felt. Nat and Wanda were asleep either side of your bed each holding one of your hands. When you woke so did nat. Who immediately stood and brushed the hair from your eyes.

“Hey baby girl. How are you feeling honey?” She asked and you grinned back goofily.

“I feel great!” You slurred. Nat chuckled softly still carding her hands through your hair.

“Im sure your do love. Bruce has you on the strong stuff.” She said and Wanda made a noise as sat up rubbing her eyes.

“Morning sweetheart.” She said with a yawn “when did you wake up?”

“Natty woke me up.” You grinned and nat playful slapped your arm.

“No i didn’t you ass.” She said with a snort, and you gasped, clutching your arm in mock offence.

“Wands, she hit me.” You pouted and Wanda chuckled.

“Baby you kind of deserved it.” She said.

“Nooo. You're all ganging up on meee.” You whined and the two women chuckled.

You were stubborn as an ass and maybe the biggest flirt on the team. But Wanda and Nat would love you regardless, with or without an appendix.

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ijwrsmff · 6 months

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What's Wrong?-Law x Reader (Appendicitis)

A couple people requested this on my archive, while requests were open, so here's this! I don't really know what trigger warnings to use for this? So just in case.

Tw: reader in pain, medical procedure, reader has a fear of needles.

It started off harmless enough, but it just seemed to keep getting worse…what began with cramping along your mid stomach, has expanded and gotten more painful. It wasn’t too bad, to begin with. You brushed it off as a strained muscle from a fight, but your suspicions it was something more serious was nagging at your mind. The pain was becoming unbearable, but you tried to hide it…especially from your boyfriend.

You knew it wouldn’t be easy, seeing as he was the submarine’s doctor. He had pushed, making sure you were safe after every fight. Law immediately knew something was up, when you barely said a word after the fight and went straight to your own room. You had almost always stayed in his room, you should have known he’d pick up on that. He did tend to be overly observant.

There wasn’t even a knock on the door, he just walked in to see you laying on your bed. He walked up to it and crossed his arms with a cocked eyebrow. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” Straight to the point as always. “You’ve been acting differently. Not spending as much time with me or the crew, and you seem to be distracted during our most recent fights.”

You gulped and sat up in bed, trying your hardest not to wince. “Just…feeling a little tired…is all…” It was a terrible lie, and you both knew it. You tried to back it up by continuing, “Not really feeling up for fighting, it’s no big deal! I probably just have a cold or something!” While smiling at him, you tried not to look at his face. Another clear sign you were straight up lying to him.

“Uh huh…” He walked forward, closer to you and you leaned back. “Then you should have come to me. Even though that’s not the case.” He reached a hand to your forehead, “Hm…you do actually have a bit of a fever though.” He felt around your neck, and didn’t seem to find anything swollen. “Still, you’re coming to my office. Let’s go.” He turned to walk, and he fully turned back when you didn’t go to follow him.

“N-No it’s okay! I’m fine!” You gulped, knowing he probably wouldn’t drop it this time. He could be so stubborn…you loved him a lot though. Your love for him made you feel bad for hiding your pain from him, but what if he had to give you a shot? Or IV? That fear triumphed in your mind. “I just need some rest is all!” He glared, and you realized your mistake. He didn’t like when people claimed to know better about their health than him.

“Come on.” He walked back to you, and went to pick you up but the sudden movement caused a sharp pain to shoot through your abdomen. You practically screamed, not expecting it at all. Even Law looked surprised, and he let go instantly. You could tell by that look in his eyes, that his “doctor mode” was already activated.

“What’s wrong? Clearly it’s more serious than some cold. You don’t even hardly scream like that when wounded in battle.” He looked you over as much as he could without touching you again. He didn’t see any clear signs of injury, and there was a distinctive lack of blood on you or your clothes. “Lay down.” He was much more careful this time, and aided you into a laying down position.

You looked sheepish, and embarrassed when being caught. “I just…no needles. You gotta promise me that…” You tried to relax, but the pain was throbbing at this point. He felt around your neck, down to over your heart and he stopped there.

“Your pulse…it’s escalated substantially.” He continued, and lifted up your shirt slightly to put pressure on different places on your stomach. He didn’t even promise not to use needles, and continued, “I can’t promise that. Not until I know what’s wrong.” Once the pressure went over your lower abdomen, you hissed, which had his eyes shoot up to your face to gauge it. “Shit…” He muttered, and you could see a battle in his eyes.

“Shit? What? Is it bad?” Your fear spiked, and you tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he held you firmly in place. “Law?” His eyes were a mixture of fear and irritation. Either at you, or whatever was causing your pain. You weren’t sure which one would be more ideal in this situation. Whichever it was, you didn’t want to be in more pain like this for a longer period of time.

“It’s your appendix. They’re close to bursting, and that can be fatal. I have to get them out. NOW.” He waved his hand, and the room appeared. “Stay still or this’ll hurt.” He was completely focused now, hand drifting across your abdomen until reaching where he knew they were. “Take a deep breath in…” You did as instructed, and you closed your eyes in preparation of the pain.

It didn’t come, and when you opened your eyes he was standing above you, examining your appendix that he held in his hand. He turned to glare at you. “Do you know how serious this is? You could have DIED. Understand?” His eyes softened when you looked at him with guilt written on your face. “Look…just come to me next time. And every time after that. I…I know you’re scared of needles, but it’s better than how much pain this must have caused.”

“I’m sorry…” It was all you could say, and you rubbed at your abdomen instinctively. It was definitely still sore, but after he took them out it was already better. Not perfect, still…but better. “I know I shouldn’t hide things from you…in my defense I didn’t know how bad it could get.” You reached over and took his hand, and he gave a small smile for a moment before going back to his usual neutral look.

“We can work it out. Just tell me your symptoms as they happen. I can give you an answer for almost anything.” He sighed, and rubbed the back of your hand as he sat next to you. “I won’t even use needles if I can help it.” He wanted to say those words, but he was rarely the first to initiate it. But his words made the message clear. Even if he didn’t say it often, you knew.

“I love you too, Law.”

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sharlsainz · 2 months

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alex smiling to the camera knowing that he's gonna be the one witnessing the appendicitis pipeline like the rest of us. it's like been there done that.

#alex albon #carlos sainz #ollie bearman #f1 #formula 1 #appendicitis #f2 #formula 2 #saudi arabia gp 2024 #williams racing #ferrari #forza ferrari

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chicgeekgirl89 · 6 months

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Fandom: 911 Lone Star Summary: When Carlos receives a late night call from one of his sisters who is worried about the health of his nephew, T.K. doesn't hesitate to jump in and show the entire family why he's worthy of Carlos' love. Thanks to @carlos-tk, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @whatsintheboxmh, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, and @bonheur-cafe for the WIP Wednesday tags. I hope you will accept this instead, belated as it is! A/N: This is my 100th fic on AO3!! 🍾🍾🍾 (Not my 100th fic ever, many of them never made the transfer from ff.net, but still!) I've been sitting on this one for a while and seeing T.K. shine feels like it's worthy of being #100. Also Adriana and Francesca weren't supposed to be in this one, but they literally barged through those hospital doors and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I couldn't love them more!

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“Sooo…never again, right?” Carlos asks.

“Oh my god never again,” T.K. agrees fervently. “Why were the plates so weird? Some of them weren’t even plates at all. And the food was…bad.”

“So bad,” Carlos says. “Tiny and bad.”

“Three hours. We were there three hours,” T.K. says in disbelief as he slows down at a stoplight. “Why did we have to wait like thirty minutes between courses?”

“The menu said it was to give us time to renew our digestive energies and be more present in the dining experience,” Carlos says.

“I didn’t know my digestive energies needed to be renewed.”

“Me neither.”

It had taken them months to get a reservation at the trendiest new restaurant in town and they’d both been excited for the occasion. The menu promised a foodie paradise with unique dishes, creative presentation, and an emphasis on sustainability. They’d gotten dressed up and ready for a fun date night out only to be disappointed the moment they’d walked in the door.

The place had been crowded, they were practically elbow to elbow with the tables next to them. Carlos had learned the intimate details of one couple’s fertility issues and another couple’s trouble with their neighbors.

Then the food had started coming and been a complete disaster. Carlos considered himself something of a foodie, and T.K.’s New Yorker palate had sampled a number of cuisines over the years, but this had been the worst food Carlos had ever eaten. He hadn’t been able to identify a single item on any of his plates and his tongue longed for something with even a hint of flavor. The plate that held a single, lukewarm radish had nearly been his undoing.

Overall it had been three hours of bland food, awkward company, and not at all what either of them had imagined.

“I’m starving. Can we please pick up something on the way home?” T.K. asks, his stomach letting out a gurgle as if to affirm his statement.

“God yes. I think Chu’s is still open, right?”

Carlos pulls out his phone, but it lights up with a call before he can check to see Chu’s hours. “Why’s my sister calling?”

T.K. glances over at him. “Which one?”

“Lucía,” Carlos says. It’s not typical of his sister to call at this hour out of the blue and he feels his internal warning bells activate as he picks up the call. “Luci? Que pasó?”

“Hey Carlos,” she says, sounding tired and stressed. “Sorry for calling, I know it’s late.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “We’re just on our way home from dinner. What’s going on?”

“I don’t—I’m probably overreacting,” she says. “It’s just that Justin is out of town for work and I’m—“

Now he’s really worried. “Lucí, it’s okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Sebastian woke up sick a couple days. I didn’t think it was a big deal, both boys are sick all the time from daycare and school, but he wasn’t any better today, so I took him to the doctor. They said he’s fine, likely just a virus or something, but…his fever won’t break and he keeps saying his belly hurts.”

Carlos can hear the deep seated worry in his sister’s voice and it rocks him to his core. His sister is an amazing mom, fearless and sure. To hear her so uncertain is throwing him off.

“I didn’t know if maybe T.K. could just give me some advice or something?” she says, ending it like a question.

He looks over at his fiancé. “What’s going on?” T.K. asks,.

“Sebastian’s sick,” Carlos says. “Do you mind?”

“No, no, put her on speaker,” T.K. says immediately, turning his eyes back to the road as the light changes.“Hey Lucía,” he says loudly so she can hear him.

“Hey T.K.,” she says. “I’m so sorry, I know people probably ask you for medical help all the time.”

“It’s not a problem. Tell me what’s going on,” T.K. says.

“He won’t eat, he’s barely drinking. His fever had been holding steady at around a hundred, but it just spiked up to one oh two. I’ve given him medicine, done cold washcloths, I don’t know what else to try.”

“And the doctor said what exactly?”

“That it’s probably a stomach virus,” Lucía says.

T.K. mulls that over for a minute. “Aren’t we like fifteen minutes from their place?” he asks Carlos.

Carlos nods.

“Okay, Lucía we’re going to swing by, all right?” T.K. says, flipping his blinker on to get them turned around back the way they’d just come.

��Oh, no, you don’t have to do that—“

“We’re coming Luci,” Carlos says. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, thank you,” she says, relief flooding her voice and loosening the knot of fear in Carlos’ chest.

He hangs up and looks at T.K. “It’s probably just a stomach bug.”

“Probably,” T.K. agrees. “But if it makes her feel better to have someone give her advice it’s worth going over.”

Carlos’ heart goes soft at those words. He’d never imagined he’d be with someone like T.K. Someone so kind and good, someone who would drive to his sister’s house at nine o’clock at night just to assuage her fears. It’s beyond his wildest dreams.

They pull into the driveway of the ranch style home about ten minutes later, T.K.’s ambulance driving having shaved a few minutes off their time and a few years off of Carlos’ life. At least they’re not driving the Camaro tonight so Carlos didn’t have to fear for the safety of his baby as they sped through yellow lights and weaved in and out of traffic.

Lucía opens the door before they even knock and the relief Carlos felt a few minutes ago evaporates at the sight of her worried face. She was holding back on the phone; in person she looks even more terrified and exhausted than she sounded. “Hey guys,” she says. “I’m so sorry to drag you all the way over here.”

“Stop apologizing,” Carlos admonishes her immediately as they step inside. “That’s what family is for.”

Sebastian lays on the couch in the living, looking younger and tinier than his six years, his face pale and drawn. There’s an episode of Paw Patrol playing on the television mounted above the fireplace and he has a blanket pulled all the way up to his chin. Carlos can see Fuzzy, his comfort bear, peeking out over the top.

“Hey buddy,” he says, crouching down and giving his nephew a smile. “Tummy bothering you?”

Sebastian nods but doesn’t say anything, another sign that something is wrong. Usually he’s a chatterbox, happy to talk about school or his friends or soccer. Carlos smiles wider, despite the worry swirling in his gut, trying for calm and reassuring uncle. “Do you remember my boyfriend T.K.? From the party at Abuela and Abuelo’s house?” Carlos asks and Sebastian’s eyes move over his shoulder to where T.K. is standing behind him. He gets another nod.

“He’s going to take a look at you, okay?” Carlos says, standing up and moving back to where Lucía is anxiously hovering behind the couch so that T.K. has space to work.

“Hey Sebastian,” T.K. says as he takes Carlos’ spot. “You know I’m a paramedic, right?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, his voice small.

“Do you know what a paramedic does?”

“Help people feel better?”

T.K. smiles and nods. “That’s right. So let’s see if I can help you feel better, sound good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Awesome. Okay, I’m going to pull down the blanket and take a look. You tell me if anything hurts, all right?”

He gently pulls down the blanket and places his fingers on Sebastian’s wrist, looking at his watch while he does it. He pulls out a stethoscope he had in the car and listens to the little boy’s lungs, then takes his temperature with the thermometer Lucía has on the coffee table. He narrates quietly the entire time, letting Sebastian know what he’s doing as he does it.

“Okay, let’s see that belly,” he finally says with a smile.

He pulls up the top of Sebastian’s Power Rangers pajamas, talking to him softly while his hands palpate his abdomen. “You like Power Rangers huh? Which one is your favorite?”

“Red,” Sebastian says immediately. “He’s the head guy.”

“He is,” T.K. says. “I always liked the Green one though.”

Sebastian winces and makes a noise that breaks Carlos’ heart in half. T.K.’s hands immediately immediately stop. “Sorry buddy,” he says. “That hurt?”

Sebastian nods and T.K. gently puts his pajama shirt back into place. “I’m going to go talk to your mom and tío. You stay right here and make sure this couch doesn’t go anywhere, okay?”

He gets to his feet and nods toward the hallway where Carlos and Lucía follow him out of Sebastian’s earshot. “His pulse is a little fast and there is some tenderness in his abdomen,” T.K. says quietly. “That coupled with the fever and the lethargy is definitely concerning.”

Lucía puts her hand on Carlos’ arm and he covers it with his own in an attempt at reassurance. “So what should I do? Wait until the morning and see how he is? Give him more meds?” she asks.

“Considering his symptoms, I would recommend you take him to the ER,” T.K. says gently.

She blows out a breath as Carlos’ stomach drops. “Okay,” she says. “Okay um, okay. I’ll just wake up Nicholas and…”

“No, no, no,” Carlos says quickly. “No I’ll call Mom and ask her to come be with Nicky. I’ll stay until she gets here.”

“And I’ll go with you to the ER,” T.K. offers. “I can walk you through all the paperwork, field questions from the doctors, whatever you need.”

“Seriously?” Lucía looks teary eyed. “You’ll come?”

“Of course,” T.K. says. “Why don’t you go grab whatever might help keep him calm while we’re there? iPad or a book maybe. It could be a long wait.”

“Okay, right. Yes. Give me like five minutes and I’ll be ready,” she says, rushing off to go gather supplies.

“What are you thinking?” Carlos asks immediately.

T.K. has his neutral paramedic face on, but Carlos has learned to read between the lines. “I’m thinking it could be a number of things,” T.K. says. “Just a stomach bug maybe, but even if it is I think he’s dehydrated. And given his symptoms and the decline, I’m also worried about an impacted or perfed bowel or maybe even appendicitis.”

“How worried?”

T.K. blows out a breath. “Worried enough that I wouldn’t wait until the morning to try and get him some treatment.”

His words unlock a whole new level of fear that Carlos has never experienced before, and it takes a lot for him to stay calm as he calls his mom and explains the situation. Lucía returns with a tote bag full of supplies and T.K. scoops up Sebastian, carrying him out to the car with Lucía on his heels.

“Mom says she’ll be here in fifteen minutes. I’ll be right behind you,” Carlos promises as T.K. sets Sebastian gently in the backseat, pillowing his head on Lucía’s lap.

“Can you call Justin?” Lucía asks, looking like she’s barely holding it together. “He knows Sebby’s sick but I want him to know we’re heading to the ER.”

“Yes,” Carlos says. “I’ll call him as soon as I’m back inside.”

“Hey,” T.K. catches his eye as he climbs into the driver’s seat. “I’ve got them, okay?”

“I know you do,” Carlos says and then the door is shut and they’re gone, leaving him standing in the driveway, his heart in his stomach.

He trudges back into the house and sinks onto the couch, eyes glued to Nicholas’ sleeping form on the baby monitor. He’s not a parent, so why does this feel so awful?

It takes him a minute to emotionally prepare for this phone call and he has to take a deep breath before tapping Justin’s name on his screen.

It rings and rings and then sends him to voicemail, so he tries again. And again. The third time, Justin finally picks up.

“Dude, if this is a butt dial I’m going to kill you,” his brother-in-law says groggily.

Carlos forgot that it’s nearly midnight on the east coast right now. “Justin,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady.

“What’s wrong? Are Lucía and the boys okay?” Justin immediately sounds more awake now that he’s heard Carlos’ voice.

“Everyone’s safe,” Carlos tells him quickly. “I’m at your place with Nicholas because Sebastian’s feeling worse. She and T.K. are on the way to the ER with him.”

There’s a pause, Carlos can practically feel Justin’s panic through the phone. “Okay, um, okay,” he finally says. “Shit, I’m in Atlanta. There won’t be any flights for hours…”

“My mom’s on her way here to stay with Nicholas,” Carlos says. “I’ll head to the hospital and keep you updated, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, um, thanks Carlos,” Justin says, sounding a little hoarse. “Please um, please tell them I love them, okay? And that I’ll be on the first flight out I can get.”

“I will.”

He hangs up just as the front door opens and his mom comes in. “Carlitos,” she says softly and he immediately gets up to hug her. “How is Sebby?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not sure. They probably just got to the ER, it could be hours before we know anything.”

“And Lucía?”

“She’s worried,” he says.

“As are we all,” she says, empathy all over her face. “T.K. went with her?”

“Yeah, he said he’d help with things there.”

She smiles softly and touches his face. “You picked a good one mijo. Not every man would drop everything to help his boyfriend’s family.”

There’s a lump in Carlos throat and he struggles to speak past it. “I know.”

“You should get going.”

“Okay. Nicholas is asleep in his crib. I called Justin, he’s working on getting a flight back.”

She nods. “Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

The drive to the hospital is so lonely and silent that it makes each minute feel even longer beneath the glow of the streetlights. How on earth did he go from having dinner with his boyfriend to taking his nephew to the ER? It’s ridiculous. They should be home right now, cuddling on the couch or the bed, watching some stupid show that neither of them really cares about because what they’re actually interested in is making out with each other.

Instead he’s about to spend hours in a hard plastic chair praying that a six year old he loves dearly is going to be all right.

He’s so anxious to get there that he doesn’t realize until he’s through the doors that he has no idea where he’s going. Or even if they’re gong to let him stay. Surely they’re not going to let three adults hang out in the ER in the middle of the night when one would suffice.

He forgot he has T.K. Strand in his corner.

“How can I help you?” the nurse asks when he steps up to the counter.

“I’m here for my nephew? Sebastian Bryant? He came in with my sister,” Carlos says, feeling awkward.

“Oh you’re Carlos,” she says immediately. “T.K.’s boyfriend.”

“I—yeah,” Carlos says, surprised by her familiarity.

“I’m Stella. It’s so nice to finally meet you, although I wish it wasn’t because your nephew’s in here. T.K. talks about you all the time.”

“He does?”

“Oh my god, try getting him to stop. Carlos this, my boyfriend that, and now I see why. You two are gorgeous together,” she says, flashing him a smile. “Here come with me. I’ll take you to them. Darlene? Can you cover the desk?”

Stella takes him down a hall, past the general area of the ER to a more closed off section. It’s not a room, but it’s quieter here, and Carlos can hear T.K.’s voice even before Stella pulls back the curtain to reveal him.

“Found someone who belongs to you,” Stella says.

T.K.’s eyes find him, soft and relieved. “Hey, I was just about to text you an update. Thanks so much Stella.”

“No problem. I’m going to check and see where we’re at with the tests and then I’ll be back.”

“How’s it going?” Carlos asks quietly.

Sebastian is asleep in the bed, an IV in his arm and Fuzzy tucked in beside him. Lucía is sitting in a chair next to him, his little fingers curled around hers.

“They’re going to take him for a CT as soon as one opens up,” she says quietly. “He was crying when we got here, but they gave him some pain medication and he fell asleep like ten minutes ago.”

“Good,” Carlos says in relief. It feels so much better to know that there are people actively working to help Sebastian. “Nicholas is with Mom, he was still asleep when I left. And Justin’s getting on the first flight he can in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Lucía’s face crumples and she immediately puts her hands over her mouth to stifle a sob. T.K. looks at Carlos. “I’m going to go grab us some coffee,” he says, slipping discreetly out of the room.

Carlos squats down by his sister’s chair and puts a hand on her knee. She immediately covers it with her own and squeezes. “I’m sorry,” she says. “He just—he’s so little. He was so scared when we got here, it’s so bright and they put in the IV and he cried and I just, I need Justin to be here, because I am not strong enough for this.”

“He’s coming,” Carlos says. “He’s coming as fast as he can. And until he does I’m here, all right? I’m here with you and Mom is with Nicholas. Sebastian is going to be fine. He’s scared, but you’re taking such great care of him. You are an amazing mom. You’re doing everything right.”

She nods a couple times, clearly trying to internalize his words before taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes. “You know um, T.K. is pretty amazing too,” she tells him, wiping at her eyes. “I thought we’d be here for hours before we got answers, but he called ahead in the car and that nurse, Stella, was waiting for us. As soon as we were in the door they were drawing blood and starting tests. It’s like they rolled out the red carpet.” She nods toward the doorway. “Not everyone would do that kind of thing for someone they barely know.”

“That’s T.K.,” Carlos says, warmth blooming through his chest at her words. “He’s…incredible.”

“You know, I already liked him a lot, but now…” She quirks a smile. “You’d better hold onto him.”

Carlos nods, heart fluttering away in his chest. “That’s the plan.”

T.K. comes back with coffee right about the same time someone shows up to take Sebastian for his CT scan. He’s unhappy to be woken up, but mollified when Carlos promises to take him for ice cream once a week for the next month.

The nurse is incredible, telling Sebastian he’s going to go on a ride in a spaceship, although that does nothing to help Carlos’ heart when they start the sedation and he watches Sebastian’s eyelids flutter shut, his body going limp in a weirdly unnatural way. He’s gone for over an hour, all of them sipping tepid hospital coffee in a desperate attempt not to fall asleep as the clock ticks later and later.

When the orderly returns with him he’s completely zonked out and Carlos hopes he’ll stay that way. It’s not long after that an ER doctor shows up and informs them that the CT scan is indicating appendicitis, despite Sebastian’s slightly atypical presentation of symptoms. Lucía takes the news better than Carlos thought she might, she’s clearly relieved to have an answer and a defined course of action, even if it does mean a surgery they’re told is being scheduled for the early hours of the morning. Someone will be by soon to get them admitted and transferred to a room for the night.

“You guys should go home” she says. “You’ve done more than enough, really. He’s just going to sleep until it’s time for surgery and they’re not going to let you come into the room with us anyway.”

“Don’t worry about them kicking us out,” T.K. says immediately. “If you want us to stay that won’t be a problem.”

She smiles at him. “You’ve done more than enough tonight. I’ll be fine. I promise. Go home and get some sleep.”

Carlos is reluctant to leave her, but she’s right. There’s no point in staying when it’s so late and nothing is going to happen until morning anyway. The moment of crisis is past and now there’s nothing to do but wait.

“I’ll come back in the morning for his surgery,” Carlos says.

“You don’t have to—“ She must catch the look of determination in his eyes because she cuts herself off and nods. “Okay. Thank you.”

He stands and she meets him with a brief hug before she turns to T.K. “I really can’t thank you enough. I don’t think I would have made it tonight without you T.K.,” she says.

“Yes you would have,” he says graciously. “But I’m glad I could help. If anything changes in the night you have my number, don’t be afraid to call.”

“I will.”

Carlos can’t help but notice that T.K. gets a slightly longer hug than he did and the warm feeling in his chest only intensifies. He reaches for T.K.’s hand as they head out into the hall and T.K. gives him a tired smile in return. “Oh, hang on one second,” he says as they pass the nurses station, letting go of Carlos’ hand. “I’ll be right back.”

He jogs over and flashes that winning smile again at the nurse who’s there, not Stella this time, and chats with her for a minute before returning to Carlos’ side. “What was that about?” Carlos asks, interlacing their fingers together again.

“I just wanted to make sure they put Sebastian in a private room,” T.K. says. “They have the space, Natalie says it won’t be a problem.”

“Natalie huh?” Carlos says as they exit the automatic doors and head for the darkened parking structure. “She also falls victim to your beautiful eyes and charming smile?”

“Victim?” T.K. scoffs. “No one is a victim. I have paid for these hospital perks with dozens of coffees and donuts and muffins and even the occasional Target run. This is just good natured southern kindness being returned.”

Carlos laughs out loud. “Right. Not a single bit of it has to do with your innate charm and that smile that brings people to their knees and makes them feel like they’re only person you’ve ever cared about.”

“I mean, it had to start somewhere,” T.K. says, flashing him that exact smile. “But we’ve come a long way since then.”

“Well thank you,” Carlos says, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. “I honestly I don’t how to say thank you enough. My family is…they’re so important to me and I…”

“Hey.” T.K. tugs him to a stop and meets his gaze under the half light of the parking garage. “They’re important to me too.”

The drive home is blessedly short and they fall into bed exhausted at around midnight only to wake up again at five to head back over to the hospital. Carlos tells T.K. he doesn’t have to come, but the look he gets shuts him up immediately. T.K. is clearly invested.

They stop for coffee on the way, real, decent coffee, and some bagels, plus a cake pop for Sebastian after surgery.

He gets a text update as they’re pulling up to the hospital again; Justin is on a flight and should get there by the time the surgery is over. It’s a relief to know his sister will have her support to lean on again in the near future.

Once they arrive Carlos sits back and watches in wonder as T.K. works his magic. Someone shows up to give Sebastian not one, not two, but three different stuffed toys along with a coloring pack and some Hot Wheels cars. T.K. sits down on his bed and explains the whole surgery in terms a six year old an understand, and when the time comes, Sebastian is whisked off without a single tear.

He’s seen T.K. at work before, but this is an entirely different level of incredible. He knows almost every nurse, every doctor, every orderly that they see, and if he doesn’t, by the time they leave he’s made them feel like an old friend. People can’t seem to do enough for him.

Justin gets there about twenty minutes after the surgery starts, exhausted and haggard looking, his collared shirt buttoned the wrong way and his hair looking like he didn’t even comb it. T.K. somehow procures fresh, non-cafeteria coffee for him, whispering something about the doctor’s lounge, as well as a banana and a granola bar.

Everything goes exactly as expected and soon enough the doctor is back to let them know that Sebastian was a champ during surgery and they expect a quick recovery. Lucía and Justin head back to wait with him until the sedation wears off, while Carlos and T.K. continue hanging out in the waiting room until Sebastian can have more visitors.

When Carlos hears a loud commotion behind him, he knows without even looking that reinforcements have arrived. Adriana and Francesca have shown up with more balloons than a circus, a gigantic stuffed bear, and several bags of god only knows what else. “Oh my god, Cesca don’t let them float away,” Adriana is saying as they try and get through the automatic doors that keep closing before all the balloons can make it through.

“I’m not!” Francesca snaps back. “It’s the stupid doors! You could like try to help!”

“With what hands?” Adriana cries, her arms full of stuffed bear.

“Ah, perfect,” Carlos says weakly, looking at T.K. who is already smiling at his sister and cousin’s antics.

“Carlos! Get over here!” Francesca barks and he stands with a sigh, going to help her get in the doorway.

“Hello, good morning, how are you guys doing?” Carlos prompts as he grabs the brightly colored strings and yanks them inside, the balloons bopping along behind and nearly smacking an elderly woman in the face.

“I mean you’re both awake and have coffee, so I assume you’re fine,” she tells him as she plonks into a seat across from T.K.

“Yeah, geez, way to make our nephew’s surgery about you,” Adriana says with a roll of her eyes.

Carlos doesn’t bother to remind her that technically Sebastian is a cousin to her, not a nephew; labels other than “familia” ceased to have any meaning to them long ago. “So what’s the deal? Is he okay?” Francesca asks.

“The surgery went well,” T.K. says. “Sebastian’s appendix didn’t rupture, so the chances of infection are low. He should be able to head home in a day or so.”

“Phew. Poor little dude. This sucks,” Francesca says.

“But he’s okay,” Adriana says. “That’s what’s important. Everyone is okay. And all his friends are going to be very jealous when he gets back to school.”

She opens one of the bags and pulls out a tray of something that immediately fills the air with the scent of tomatoes and cheese. “Why do you have tamales?” Carlos asks. “It’s ten am.”

“Because Mom told us to go by the house and bring them over,” Francesca says. “She doesn’t, and I quote, ‘want anyone eating that hospital garbage, it will rot their stomachs.’”

“Sounds like your mom,” T.K. says with a cheeky smile as he reaches for one of the tamales.

“We also have…taquitos, mac and cheese for Sebastian, and…arroz con pollo,” Francesca says, checking the other bags.

“Your mom just had this all on hand?” T.K. asks, his mouth full.

“Tía Andrea always has everything on hand,” Adriana says.

Despite his initial scoffing, by the time Justin comes back an hour later to tell them Sebastian is up for visitors, Carlos has eaten three tamales, half a dozen taquitos, and a plateful of arroz con pollo. Apparently hospitals make him hungry. They’ve also fed four nurses and an orderly that T.K. knows, and they haven’t even put a dent in what’s there.

Justin looks a little less of a mess now, he’s clearly spent some time in front of a mirror and his shirt is buttoned the right way now. He’s smiling in spite of the tiredness in his eyes, which widen in delight at the sight of the food. “Oh thank god for Andrea,” he says, immediately reaching for a taquito.

“Hey, how do you know it wasn’t us?” Adriana asks, clearly offended.

Justin fixes her with a look and she shrugs. “I mean, yeah it was Tía Andrea, but we’re the ones that brought it over here,” she says.

“Thank you for your service,” Justin says around a mouthful.

“How’s Sebastian?” Francesca asks.

“Better than Lucía or me,” he says. “He says it barely hurts and he’s very excited to have a cool scar.” He looks at T.K. “Apparently you’ve really made this hospital experience feel like a vacation T.K.”

“I’m just glad he’s doing all right,” T.K. says.

“Can we see him?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah,” Justin says. “Lucí sent me to get you all.”

“Well then let’s get this party moved!” Francesca says, closing up the tupperware with incredible speed built from years of cleaning up house parties and hiding the evidence before their parents got home.

They make quite a parade marching through the pediatric wing of the hospital with balloons and bears and food galore. But then, the Reyes clan usually does. They’re not exactly known for being a calm and quiet bunch.

Sebastian is sitting up in bed eating a popsicle, looking like the happiest human alive even with an IV in his arm and stitches in his side. “Sebby!” Francesca says happily. “You’re looking good there buddy!”

“You brought me balloons?” he asks as Lucía quickly rescues his popsicle, which is in danger of falling to the floor.

“We brought you balloons and a bear and macaroni and cheese from Abuela,” Adriana tells him.

“Can I have mac and cheese right now?” he asks Lucía.

“Let’s maybe wait until after the doctor comes by again,” she says.

“But then I can have it? And the ice cream Tío Carlos promised me?”

It gets a chuckle from everyone in the room.

The women start to fuss, setting up the balloons and bear in the best possible place, but Carlos’ eyes are on T.K. who is not-so-subtly checking out all the monitors and lines, ensuring that things are exactly as they should be. God, he loves this man. He loves him more than he thought he could ever love a human being.

“Well this looks like a party!” A man whose name tag identifies him as Dr. Nguyen, comes into the room, iPad in hand. Carlos assumes this must be the surgeon. “Sebastian who are all these fine people who came to visit you?”

“This is my Tía Cesca and my Tía Adriana. They brought me balloons,” Sebastian says, pointing to them in turn.

“Well that’s very nice.”

“And that’s my Tío Carlos,” Sebastian says.

“Oh, is this the Tío you were telling me about? The one who’s a paramedic and helped you feel better?”

“No, my Tío Carlos is just a police officer,” Sebastian says. “My Tío T.K. is the one who’s a paramedic.” He turns his head to look at where T.K. is standing next to his IV pole. “Paramedics help people feel better. Right Tío?”

T.K. freezes for a second, his eyes locking with Carlos’. “Um, yeah,” he says finally. “Yes, that’s right. Paramedics help people. And then doctors help them even more.”

“Yeah, Dr. Nguyen took my appendix out,” Sebastian says. He looks the doctor square in the face. “My mom says you have to tell me if I can have mac and cheese or not.”

Dr. Nguyen laughs. “I can do that. Let’s give you a little check up and see.”

“We’ll give you some privacy,” Francesca says, which is hilarious given that she hasn’t let anyone have a single minute of privacy since the day she was born.

They step out into the hall, Adriana and Francesca immediately abandoning T.K. and Carlos to go look for hot doctors. Carlos runs a hand through his curls and looks at where his boyfriend is leaning up against the wall. “Well I guess we know who his new favorite tío is,” he says.

T.K. looks up, uncharacteristically nervous. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. You’re not just a police officer.”

Carlos chuckles. “Oh I’m sure he meant it exactly like that. Tío Carlos is just a tío who wrestles and gives him ice cream. Tío T.K. saves lives. You made an impression.”

T.K. blushes. “I’m glad I could help.” His gaze softens. “I can’t believe he called me tío.”

And despite the fact that no one in the family has ever referred to T.K. that way before, Carlos isn’t surprised in the least. “Is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” T.K. says quickly. “Yeah I—as long as you and your family are okay with it. I don’t…I wouldn’t want him to be confused.”

“He’s not confused.” Carlos’ words are soft and he reaches down, intertwining their fingers. “I don’t think anybody is confused anymore about why you’re so important to me.”

T.K. meets his gaze and Carlos feels like he can see all the way into the vulnerability at the core of this man who came here so broken and lost, and is just starting to figure out how vital he is to everyone around him. Carlos leans in and their lips meet, soft and sweet. It’s not enough to really say thank you, he’s not sure he can ever truly find a way, but in this moment he knows he’ll try. Everyday for the rest of his life if he needs to.

The door to Sebastian’s room opens and Carlos reluctantly pulls back, keeping their hands firmly clasped even when T.K. starts to pull away a little. “Bad news,” Lucía says. “Mac and cheese is off the table until tomorrow. T.K., he would like to know if you have any connections that can get him jello instead. But only the red kind. Not the green.”

“Absolutely,” T.K. says, already pulling out his phone to send a text. “Red jello coming right up.”

Carlos shakes his head and smiles as they reenter the room, Sebastian’s face lighting up when he sees T.K. again. Carlos has always thought T.K. seemed like magic. And now everyone else can see it too.

#911 Lone Star #Tarlos #911lsfic #Tarlos Fic #The Reyes Family (My Version)#Adriana and Francesca #Whump of a minor #Appendicitis #Family #Competent T.K. Strand #T.K. shows off his paramedic skills

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whumpetywhump · 6 months

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Love Is Sweet - Ep. 16

Requested by @superwhumper06

#love is sweet #cdrama #stomach pain #pain #concern #appendicitis #collapse #passing out #caught while collapsing #unconscious #hospital #bedside vigil #recovery #luo yun xi #bai lu #whump #cwhump #asian whump

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Alexi Appendicitis

I'm really happy with this! There's so much hurt/comfort. I had blast writing it!

CW: Medical emergency, appendicitis, ruptured appendix, mention of possible death. Do not fear, Alexi is perfectly fine at the end!

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It was unfortunate that Madix and Riley couldn’t join the gang on vacation when they were the ones who suggested the ski lodge in the first place. They’d been to this winter resort before and knew that their friends would absolutely love it. Despite coming down with a nasty flu while they’d been there, Madix still remembered the trip fondly. Hopefully nothing like that would happen this time around for their friends.

Micah and Alexi ended up getting a room across the hall from Dakota and Blair. Dark wood, lush carpets, and dim lighting made the lodge feel cozy and warm. A fire crackled nearly everywhere they went. It was exactly what they expected and exactly what they needed. The four of them were tired from travel. They sluggishly dropped their suitcases off at their rooms before heading down to the dining hall for a late dinner.

Alexi lingered at the doorway, hesitant to follow Micah down to the main floor where the smell of steak and onions wafted up from.

“You coming?” Micah popped his head back into the room where his boyfriend stood rigidly with a hand over his abdomen.

“I’m not that hungry. My stomach still feels off from the drive here.” He wasn’t prone to motion sickness, but the ride must have messed with his insides because a dull ache still nested above his hip bone. It was an odd place for a stomach-ache. On vacation was also an unfortunate place to get a stomach-ache so bad he felt like his intestines were knotted up.

“I bet there’s tea at the dining hall. That might help settle your stomach.” As Micah said this, he realized that a ski lodge would probably have the best selection of warm teas. Chamomile, peppermint, ginger, you name it, they would help with Alexi’s pain. Relaxing with their friends was likely to take his mind of the ache as well. “Please come with me, Lexi. I want to spend all my time with you.”

“You already do that.”

“Ah but not in a hot tub or by the biggest fucking fireplace I’ve ever seen. Come on, we’ll have a good time, I promise.”

Alexi couldn’t resist Micah’s soft eyes. Of course, he followed his boyfriend to the main hall where the most comforting of food was being served. Mashed potatoes, cheesy casseroles, and baby carrots that shone with a brown sugar glaze. Not to mention all the hot chocolate one could ever need. Alexi figured it wouldn’t be long before his boyfriend found the chocolate fondue that spilled over in a fountain. He decided to eat the fresh fruit that went with the fondue but skipped the thick chocolate syrup.

“Yo guys!” Dakota exclaimed when they met at a table. The table was a literal tree trunk that had been sanded, stained, finished with a glossy layer. Dakota set his massive plate down on the wood. “There’s a whole section dedicated to cheese. I love this place!” Blair’s plate was piled high as well. She smiled and shook her head at Dakota while digging in.

The two of them wore plaid sweaters and warm beanies, really embracing the cozy vibes. Alexi didn’t understand how they could wear such heavy clothing without melting. He wore only a short sleeve shirt and was still sweating. From the beneath the table, he dragged his palm over the sore spot in his tummy, feeling feverish and fatigued.

“You’re being very conservative with your food selection, Alexi,” Blair remarked as she eyed his plate of fruit and crackers. “Kota would be more than happy to show you to the cheese table.”

Micah laughed for Alexi and placed a hand on his back. “Lexi’s still feeling a bit bad from the drive here.”

Blair frowned sadly. “It could also be altitude sickness. We’re pretty high up in the mountains.”

Alexi hadn’t thought of that, but it was very likely. He was dizzy, fatigue, and nauseous. He groaned, realizing that the entire trip would be spent above the clouds. He put his head in his hands right there at the table and let out another loud groan. “How do I make it go away?”

“You just have to let your body adjust. You should feel better tomorrow morning.” Blair quickly pulled out a bottle of Tylenol from her purse. “Altitude sickness can mess with your sleep, so you can take these pills to make you drowsy. It’ll also help with the headache.”

Alexi gladly took the medication. He hoped it would start working fast. “Thank you, Blair.”

“Don’t mention it. I just want to crush you all at skiing tomorrow and I can’t do that if you’re sick.”

Dakota laughed. “Honey, we’re supposed to be relaxing on this trip, not turning it into a competition.”

“Winning is relaxing for me.” She beamed at the three of them and smirked. When her eyes landed back on Alexi, the smile faded from her face. He really didn’t look well. His features were twisted in pain, sweat dripped from his temples, and his eyes were lifeless. “Don’t worry, Lex, you’ll be a worthy opponent by the morning.”

“I hope so,” Alexi said, already falling asleep at the table.

It wasn’t long after that before Micah rose from his chair with a hand on Alexi’s neck. “I think it’s time I get this one to bed. Does that sound good, baby?” To which Alexi nodded weakly.

“Blair and I were going to go in the hot tub later. Do you want to join us?” Dakota asked.

“Maybe. I’ll have to see how Alexi feels.”

Micah helped his boyfriend up and together they walked back to the room. He helped Alexi get ready for bed. The sheets were nice and cold when he got under the blankets. “Go with ‘em in the hot tub,” Alexi slurred as he pulled the blankets up around his neck. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Micah leaned over to kiss his boyfriend.

“Yes.” Drowsy and drained, Alexi drifted off to sleep before Micah’s lips even left his forehead.

• • •

It was not quite dawn when Alexi was woken up by a horrible pain in his belly. His partner slept soundly next to him, hair mussed and snoring softly. Oh, how Alexi would have loved to drift off back to sleep for a few more hours, cuddled up next to Micah. He could imagine how Micah would instinctively pull him closer even in his slumber. It would be warm and safe and perfect.

But nope! His stomach wasn’t going to let him do that. It felt like someone was punching him repeatedly in his abs. Each spasm made him tense up and clench every muscle in his body. He rolled out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. The pain made walking hard, so he shuffled along the carpet like an old man, hunched over and mumbling about everything that was wrong in the world.

His breathing was shallow and rapid as he lowered himself to the floor in front of the toilet. When another sharp stab coursed through his abdomen, he lurched forward with a heave. A decent wave of vomit splattered into the water. He gripped the edge of toilet so hard his knuckles blended into the white porcelain. The sick burned the back of his throat and his nose.

He was in the middle of coughing and clearing the phlegm from his throat when the next wave slammed into him. The pain burst from the middle of his belly, filling his guts with what felt like poison. More sick landed in the water below and splashed back up at him as if to say fuck you.

Alexi groaned. If this was altitude sickness, he vowed to never leave lower grounds again. Sweat drenched his back and armpits, yet he shivered on the bathroom floor. He felt his body losing the battle against gravity. Eventually he lay down completely, resting his head on the soft bathmat. He must have been vomiting for over an hour because when he looked at his phone, it read that it was almost six in the morning. How much longer did he want to let Micah sleep before his craving for comfort and human contact became unbearable? Like Dakota said, this trip was supposed to be relaxing. There was nothing relaxing about being woken by your partner who was whining on the floor.

But Alexi let himself whine and groan because it hurt so damn much. He curled into a fetal position and weakly called out Micah’s name. The first attempt was pathetic. He could barely hear his own gravelly voice.

“Micah!” He tried again. That was louder but Micah stayed asleep. Alexi had left the bathroom door open so he could see his boyfriend from where he lay. There was some tossing and turning from in the bed, but the snoring carried on.

Standing was not an option. Alexi didn’t think he’d ever be able to straighten his back again. He had to protect his stomach that had been churning and aching since he’d been rudely awoken by it. So, yelling it was. “Micah! Micah please, hear me.”

Finally, Micah’s groggy voice came through. “Baby?” It took a while for Micah to untangle himself from the blankets, orientate himself, and raise his head enough to see that he was alone in the bed. “Lexi?” Micah looked around and eventually noticed his boyfriend lying in the bathroom. He jumped up quicker than Alexi thought possible.

“Oh no, honey,” Micah rasped out as he got to his knees next to his boyfriend. He brushed the sweaty hair from Alexi’s face and clicked his tongue worriedly against the roof of his mouth. “You’re not doing so well, are you?”

Alexi shook his head. “I can’t stop throwing up.” He wanted to cry. “Blair said I’d feel better in the morning.”

“She lied to you so there’d be one less person to beat.” Micah smirked when Alexi didn’t. “I’m kidding. I don’t think it’s altitude sickness.” Micah felt every inch of Alexi’s face. His forehead, his cheek, his chin, everything was flushed and alive with heat. “You’ve definitely got a fever. It’s probably a stomach bug, babe.”

Micah hugged Alexi to his chest when the poor boy moaned miserably. They sat on the floor together until the early morning came and went. Alexi vomited on and off until the sun came up. He suffered in pain while the rest of the resort started to wake up. The smell of pancakes and coffee taunted him.

By 9 o’clock, Alexi still didn’t trust himself to stand. His stomach gurgled and churned relentlessly. Coincidentally. Micah’s stomach also started making noise.

“You’re hungry. You need breakfast,” Alexi said. His lips were dry and cracked, and his voice was shot.

“I could use some coffee.” Micah yawned.

“I bet Dakota and Blair are wondering where we are.”

“I’ll text them.” Before Micah could text their friends, a knock came at the door. The two of them looked at each other knowingly. Micah got to his feet. “Can I let them in?”

“Yeah whatever.”

As expected, Dakota and Blair were just as sympathetic and apologetic as Micah when he explained what was going on.

“Shit, man. I’m sorry,” Dakota said as he sat on the unmade bed. Blair chose to pace worriedly. “At least you’ve got the coziest place to recover in.”

Blair continued to walk back and forth in the middle of the conversation.

“I feel really bad,” Alexi said softly. “I never wanted to stress anybody out. I’ll be fine.” Even as he said this, Alexi felt a shooting pain in his belly. He tried to keep his expression neutral as sweat appeared on his forehead. Only Blair seemed to notice the change.

“Don’t be,” Dakota said. “These things happen, and we just want you to feel better.” Dakota couldn’t stop himself from being distracted from his girlfriend who paced the room. He threw his hands up. “Bee, would you stop pacing. It’s a stomach bug. He’ll be right as rain in less than twenty-four hours.”

“I know. I know. It’s just—I don’t know, I’m worried. That’s all.” Blair plopped herself down on the bed next to Dakota. He took her hand and kissed it, claiming that it cured all anxieties.

That’s when Micah spoke up for the first time in a while. He’d been chewing his thumbnail quietly in the corner. “Baby, I’m worried too. I don’t feel good about leaving you alone when you’ve got a fever.”

Alexi had insisted earlier than the three of them enjoy the day while he stayed in the room. He didn’t want his friends to miss out on skiing just because he had a stomach-ache—the worst stomach-ache he ever had, but he didn’t tell them that. Micah had taken his temperature properly with a thermometer and it had only been mild. That had settled it for Alexi. He would rest and his friends would still get to have fun.

“Micah please, you have to go. I’ll feel worse if I keep you in here with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby. I’m fine.”

“And we’ll only be gone for a few hours,” Dakota added. “We’ll come up and check on you before lunch.”

“That sounds perfect.” Alexi really hoped he’d be able to fall asleep within that time. As much as he wanted his boyfriend to have fun, he wasn’t looking forward to suffering with this pain while alone and conscious. He decided to take more medication that would knock him out and hopefully he’d be right as rain, as Dakota said, when he woke up.

It was six in the evening when Alexi woke up properly. He vaguely remembered seeing his boyfriend around noon when the gang came back in for lunch. He’d been too out of it to say anything. All he knew was that Micah rubbed his back when he had to vomit around the thermometer in his mouth. It took a few tries, but eventually Micah got a good reading. It was still a mild fever.

The pain in his side stayed at a constant 7. It was bad enough that Alexi saw black spots in his vision, but not bad enough that he suspected anything worse than a stomach bug. This particular bug must have found a cozy spot in the corner of his digestive tract. It felt like it was snuggled away in a small nook, causing destruction and mayhem in his belly without moving from his side.

This time, Alexi was awake enough to talk with his boyfriend. He relished the cold kiss that Micah left on his forehead. His boyfriend’s face was still pink and raw from the snowburn. The goggles that protected him from the wind had left marks around his eyes. The slopes had left a smile on his lips, but the worrisome state of his partner was melting that grin off.

“Are you still throwing up?” Micah asked as he took the toque off his head. His hair was a mop of tangles and sweat. He scratched his scalp and was beginning to feel the exhaustion from the exciting day.

Alexi nodded sadly, “It’s mostly dry heaves now.”

“How long ago?”

“Two hours maybe.”

Micah rubbed his thumb over his boyfriend’s warm face. They were polar opposites in that moment; one with frostbite biting at his cheeks and the other with a fever burning through his skin. “Come downstairs for tea with us. I think it’ll be good for you to stand up.”

Alexi wasn’t so sure, but he wanted to spend more time with Micah and his friends. He hadn’t thrown up in a while, so perhaps he could try a stroll through the lodge. His stomach hurt a little less anyway.

He got on his knees which was the easy part. Next, the dreaded moment. He needed to uncurl his back and stretch his torso until he stood up straight. As he righted himself with Micah’s help, the pain flooded once again through his belly. Like electricity, the sparks of pain shot through every neural pathway.

He let out a sharp gasp between his clenched teeth. “Ghah! Micah, stop, stop!” He hunched back over.

“I’m sorry, sorry!” Micah hovered his hands over Alexi’s body, afraid to cause any more pain. “We’ll go slow. Take your time.”

Sweat had broken out across Alexi’s skin. It prickled his forehead and nose. His teeth were ready to shatter into a million pieces with the amount of force he was biting down with. Alexi whimpered and remained bent over like a disciple in a worshipful bow. He must have been praying for the pain to leave his body and soul.

His soul was fucking tired of this shit.

Alexi did not move. He couldn’t. The new wave pain had caused his stomach to churn again. A searing heave tore up his throat as bile and saliva dripped from his open mouth. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, letting tears fall onto the floor with the sick.

That is when Alexi began to cry. It hurt so damn much. In that moment, he was sure something was stabbing him. Maybe a bone had snapped off his rib and was piercing his side. Maybe he swallowed a knife, and it was carving its way through his intestines. Whatever it was, he needed it out of his body.

“Micah, help me. I’m scared,” Alexi mumbled as he fell into a fetal position. “It hurts. Take it out.”

“Oh, my baby, I’m right here.” Micah wanted to cry as well. He ran his hands over Alexi’s body. He was burning up. Sweat soaked every inch of his clothes and hair.

“Get it out!” Alexi hissed.

“Get what out?” Micah checked to make sure there was nothing actually stabbing his boyfriend. There was nothing that he could see. He was pretty sure that Alexi was going delirious from the fever. “Baby, there’s nothing.”

“Just help me.”

Micah hadn’t realized that tears streaked down his own cheeks. He wished Dakota and Blair were here to call 911. So, he started to bang on the bathroom wall. He used his fist and called out their names, hoping his friends could hear the noise from across the hall.

It didn’t take long before Dakota and Blair burst into the room. They wore identical looks of shock and worry. Blair nearly slammed into Dakota as she ran up behind him.

“What is going on?” Dakota asked. He took one look at Alexi and knew that this was bad. All three of them knelt on the floor next to Alexi who was barely responsive.

“He’s really sick.” Micah said, his voice shaking. “Call an ambulance.”

Dakota raised his eyebrows. “Micah, we’re on a mountain. How are—”

“Just do it, Kota!”

Dakota jumped back with wide eyes and took his phone out of his pocket as fast as he could. “Okay buddy, I’m doing it. I’m calling.” It was Dakota’s turn to pace around the hotel room, waiting for an operator.

In all the chaos, Blair knew her role. She hugged Micah to her side and remained calm. Her voice was steady and reassuring. “It’s going to be okay. Forget what Dakota said.” She left breathable pauses between her sentences. “They’ll send an air ambulance.”

Micah didn’t take his eyes off Alexi, even as he nodded. “He asked me to get something out of his body.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. He just grabbed his side in pain, vomited, and then said something was stabbing him.”

Blair looked to where Alexi was whimpering on the floor with his hands pressed into his right side. She began to understand. It wasn’t motion sickness, altitude sickness, or the stomach flu.

“This happened to Dakota and me. I’ll bet anything it’s his appendix.” Blair licked her lips in deep thought. “We didn’t get it this bad, but…he’ll be fine.” She hesitated on that last part, knowing this had gone further than what she or Dakota had experienced. The full truth was that she didn’t know if Alexi would be fine, not if his appendix had ruptured like she suspected, but she wasn’t about to tell Micah that.

They could hear Dakota talking on the phone with the dispatcher. He sounded stressed as he tried to explain that they were at a ski lodge. Micah forced himself to tune out that conversation; it was too panic inducing. He decided that what he needed was to keep holding onto Blair. Her arms were strong and still, wrapped around his shoulder. He stayed in her embrace until things got better.

And things did get better.

The lodge staff came to help. They moved Alexi to a place where the air ambulance crew could get to him better. Micah was numb as he got into the helicopter. He had never been on a helicopter before and was unlikely to remember this ride.

Blair became a guardian angel for both Micah and Dakota. Dakota didn’t like planes to begin with, so his face was chalk white as he got into the helicopter. She sat in the middle of the two boys and reassured them that everything was okay.

As Blair predicted, the ski lodge incident would turn into a scary and exciting story that they told Madix and Riley, because everything did turn out okay.

It was truly scary for a moment there, because Alexi’s appendix had indeed ruptured. Poison had been rushing through his body and would have killed him if they delayed calling an ambulance any longer. Micah nearly vomited on the doctor when he heard that news.

Alexi slept peacefully in the hospital while Micah, Dakota, and Blair loomed around his bed. They whispered but there was no need as the boy was passed out good.

“So,” Dakota started, looking around at their group. “Three down, one to go.”

Blair smacked him on the arm. “Why would you say that!” She turned to Micah. “Only like 7 percent of people get appendicitis.”

“Then I think we’re cursed,” Dakota added. “It’s like someone wants to make us suffer.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Blair laughed, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that the odds were not in their favour. Maybe Dakota was right.

Micah swallowed hard. “Can I get a voluntary appendectomy?”

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pookiepiastri · 2 months

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Hoping Carlos Sainz has a … Smooth Operation

#this isn’t funny I’m sorry #HAHAHAHA #is it ok to joke about this 😳#carlos sainz #is appendicitis just a driver thing #appendicitis #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1blr #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #ferrari #cs55

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bellysoupset · 7 months

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I feel like I’m obligated to ask about an appendicitis fic for Jonah considering he’s my favorite character and I quite enjoy appendicitis fics and would love nothing more that to read one about him!

Took me a while, but I got to it! Also included a recent ask from anon who requested "Jonah getting sick on the white rug that Leo hates". Enjoy!

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Leo was expecting a fancy restaurant when Jonah told him they'd be out celebrating him passing the bar exam, so it was much to his surprise when instead he was met by their little group of friends, in a dimly lit dance bar.

"I propose a toast," Lucas said across the table, raising his glass of coke. Him and Bell were the designated drivers for the night, but that didn't mean either of them were sulking. If anything, he was almost bursting with happiness, "to our big shot lawyer."

Leo's cheeks hurt with how hot his face felt and he raised his shot of tequila, "shut up, Luke-"

"Best lawyer in all of Maine," Jonah chorused in with a smile, clinking their glasses together and then they all said "to Leo!" and threw back the alcohol.

Leo grimaced with the bitter taste of tequila and reached for the limes sitting in the middle of their table, sucking on it and chuckling as he heard Jon cough and hiss as he swallowed the shot in one go. He turned around, pressing a zesty kiss on his lips and Jonah let out an unhappy noise, kissing him back.

The blonde pulled back with a huge smile, before he felt hands on his armpits, dragging him out of the bar booth and up on his feet.

"Hey!" Leo exclaimed, but he was too happy, too tipsy, and a chuckle forfeited any offense he attempted to explain. Vin squeezed his nape.

"C'mon, kid, we're going dancing," he declared and Leo giggled, unable to help blushing. He reached out, grabbing Jonah's wrist.

"You heard him," Leo smiled, pulling him up, "it's my night, we're going dancing."

The rest of the night was a blur. Leo remembered, vaguely, as they did two more round of shots. He remembered slipping and falling at one point and Vince pulling him up, but not letting go, instead Luke joining him in and then them both carrying him on their shoulders. He remembered Jonah dancing with him, pressed on his back during the slow, early 2000s, R&B songs and then Bella giggling, saying something like "you're such a mess" as she pushed him in the backseat of a car.

"You're so beautiful," Leo mumbled dizzily, reaching in to grab one of her auburn curls, that had slipped out of her dutch braids. She chuckled, batting his hands away.

"You're a cute drunk," she fixed his seatbelt, then Leo leaned back, the whole world twirling and little fireworks going off behind his closed lids. He knew the backseat door was still open, the cold breeze inside the car, Bella's voice talking with someone going in and out and then he heard the car door slamming shut.

Leo opened his eyes, confused, and then let out a pleased smile as he noticed Jon sitting on the back with him. He reached out, closing his eyes to avoid the carsickness and grabbed his boyfriend's wrist.

"Are you okay...?"

Whatever Jonah answered was completely lost on him, because the next thing Leo remembered was Bella unlocking his front door, stumbling with them inside the room and then falling on the bed because she didn't quite manage to unhook herself from both men quick enough.

Leo drunkenly chuckled as he watched her squirm and try to free herself like she was stuck in quicksand. He blinked lazily, then when he opened his eyes again, Bell was sitting at the edge of the bed, a hand on Jonah's back and saying "the bucket is right here, okay? Are you good?"

Next Leo woke up he felt much more sober. Not fully sober, but alert enough that he knew which way was up and that he needed to get out of last night's clothes and that Jon was missing from his spot.

Leo groaned as he got up and the world twirled around him, he sat there for a minute, waiting until the nauseating sensation passed and then stumbled into the bathroom, already stripping his shirt on the way there.

"Aw, Jon..." Leo chuckled a little, not exactly surprised, when he walked in the bathroom and found Jonah curled up near the toilet, "you're getting old, Dr. Banks."

"Uhmm..." Jonah seemed exhausted as he leaned in and spat again, "fuck off, Leo."

Leo opened a little amused smile at his hungover boyfriend, busying himself washing his face and brushing his teeth, then greedily drinking from the tap. The water sat on his tummy heavily and he pressed on it, until a relieving loud burp came up, smelling like tequila.

Jonah let out a scoff, "whatever happened to my polite boyfriend?"

"I'm too drunk for that," Leo shrugged, opening his pants and throwing them, alongside last night's shirt, inside the laundry basket that was under the sink, "come to bed, babe, I'm pretty sure you're wrung dry if you've been here all night."

"I don't feel done," Jonah groaned, an arm gingerly wrapped around his belly, the other one draped over the toilet as a makeshift cushion for his forehead, "my stomach hurts."

Leo crouched down, patting his arm, "let's get you out of these disgusting clothes, you sweat through your shirt."

He vaguely noticed how Jonah shivered violently as he peeled off the sticky shirt and undid his pants, but Leo blamed it on the fact their bathroom was pretty chilly at this early morning. He rubbed a hand up Jon's spine, fingers brushing on the little curls at the base of his nape and he pressed a kiss to the top of his head, "come to bed, Jon."

"I want to, I just..." Jonah leaned over the bowl, letting out another heave, that brought up nothing, "I don't wanna get sick in the bed."

"You're empty," Leo yawned, exhaustion catching up with him quickly, "you'll feel better after some sleep. C'mon-"

With some prodding, he managed to get Jonah standing up straight, or rather, just standing up, because he was still hunched over his tummy, walking back to the bed like an elderly man.

Leo followed him, noticing there was a bucket right next to Jon's side and it was empty. He let out a huff, of course Jonah had to take the hardest way, then fell back on the bed too, rolling on his side.

"Uhm..." Leo breathed out, eyes closed and smiling, "last night was great."

"Yeah?" Jon's voice was stranded and queasy, but still fond, "I'm glad you had fun, you deserved it."

Leo smiled even more, scooting closer so he could rest his cheek on his boyfriend's bicep and planted a kiss there, falling right back asleep.

Once more he woke up alone, with JD rushing inside the bedroom and climbing him like he was her own personal bed. Now the sun was high out and his hangover was in full swing. Leo let out a groan as their cat decided his neck was a perfectly good spot to sit on.

"No, stop, stop-" he grabbed her, planting her sitting on the mattress and sitting up. There was a drumming inside his head, the whole world seeming a little fuzzy around the edges, "go bother Jon. Where is he?" Leo grumbled, rubbing his face and sighing as JD meowed sadly and tried to climb his naked back. Her claws weren't big, but they were still claws.

It took him a second to situate himself and Leo finally got up from the bed, planting the kitten back on the ground and stumbling to the bathroom to get a shower. He felt disgusting, sweaty and hungover.

The lukewarm water helped clear up his head, although his stomach still felt a little queasy and his head was still throbbing bloody murder when he walked out of the bedroom.

Jonah was sitting on the couch, petting JD with one hand, the other one thrown over his eyes to block the light and Leo let out a chuckle.

"Morning," he smiled, rolling his eyes when JD glared in his direction and promptly turned around, offended she hadn't been allowed in the bathroom with him.

"Morning," Jonah grumbled. He had showered too and Leo wondered if he had even fallen back asleep.

"I'm gonna make us breakfast," he said, waltzing into the kitchen and opening the fridge, "did you take anything for that headache?"

"Uhmmm," was Jon's elaborate answer and Leo rolled his eyes, grabbing the carton of eggs, the butter and milk and planting them on the kitchen counter. He hummed under his breath, making scrambled eggs and orange juice, while Jonah groaned in the background.

"Here you go," Leo said, walking into the living room and handing Jonah a bowl and a glass, "you just need to eat something."

He sat down too, already halfway his own portion of the eggs and wolfing down. After the initial queasy bite, hunger had hit him like a ton of bricks and he was, in fact, eyeing Jonah's bowl in case he didn't want it.

"My stomach hurts," Jon said quietly, sitting up correctly on the couch and wrapping an arm around his belly, "it's burning."

"That's tequila for you, love," Leo shrugged, taking his boyfriend's glass and putting it on the coffee table before it spilled, "really, you just need to take a bite, it'll help-"

He barely finished that sentence, because Jonah suddenly heaved and bright yellow bile gushed up and splattered between his naked feet and all over the striking white rug he loved so much.

Leo cringed, putting down his fork, appetite gone. He crawled on the couch, planting a hand on Jon's trembling back and grabbing JD with the other one when she let out a meow and looked like she wanted to inspect the mess on the ground.

"Well," Leo said in a teasing, sympathetic manner, rubbing up and down, "I don't think the rug can recover from that. What a pity."

He expected Jonah to snap back at him, at least flip him off, but instead all he got as a response was a sob and his boyfriend gagging again, bringing up even more vomit.

Leo's good humor started to vanish seeing as Jon clearly wasn't feeling well, "hey... You're alright, baby, get it up..."

He didn't need to say anything else, as Jonah was still heaving, stomach hellbent on getting rid of anything that had been forced upon it. JD let out a meow and Leo fixed his grip around her little torso, making sure she wouldn't run away.

Jon was panting, struggling to breath in and Leo frowned as he heard a quiet sob. He moved even closer, leaning to get a good look at his boyfriend's face.

He was gray, yes, but also openly crying, face twisted in pain, drool coating all of his bottom lip, clinging to his chin.

"Hey," Leo touched his cheek and then hissed. He was burning up, "aw angel, this isn't a hangover... I think you caught a bu-"

"It hurts, Leo," Jonah shook his head, wincing, "it fucking hurts so much."

"Your head?" Leo gave up on holding JD back, worry giving him tunnel vision. He cupped Jonah's face, "Jon?"

"My stomach-" Jon gagged again, shivering violently, "it's fucking killing me..."

Leo glanced down, as if he was the doctor of the duo and could figure out what was wrong by simply looking at his boyfriend's belly. It was bloated, but that wasn't unusual after a night of partying.

"I... I don't-"

"Something isn't right," Jon rasped out, curling right back up and gagging even more. He coughed up even more bile and it was Jon's total disregard for the mess he was causing that had Leo terrified. Even when he had a vertigo episode, Jonah hated causing messes...

"I... We're going to the hospital," Leo decided, but his voice was shaky and hesitant, hoping for a negative on his boyfriend's part. His mind was made up when Jon didn't argue, "yeah, let's go to the hospital."

He only put on a shirt and flip flops, grabbing JD by the scruff and putting her inside the guest room, "sorry, sweetheart, we'll be right back," Leo whispered, kissing the top of his cat's head and grabbing Jonah a zip up hoodie, as well as his own flip flops and wallet.

"C'mon, baby-" Leo carefully wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's back, heart hammering as he noticed the heat rolling off of Jonah and how badly he was trembling, "put your arm around my shoulder."

Jonah was full on sobbing by the time Leo managed to get him inside the car, his own hands sweaty with panic as he watched his boyfriend collapse against the passenger door and rock back and forth.

It seemed he couldn't drive fast enough. Jon dry heaved a bunch in the drive there, forehead pressed to the dashboard, and completely ignoring it when Leo tried to get a seatbelt around him.

He had no idea what was going on, but Jonah's behavior was scary...

Leo pulled up in front of the hospital and didn't even attempt to get Jon to walk, instead jumping off and walking to the emergency doors, calling for help.

The rest was a blur. The nurses barely managed to get Jon out of the car and onto the stretcher, before he was throwing up again, trying to curl up in a little ball, despite the fact he was a tall man and barely balanced on the stretcher.

A nurse approached Leo to guide him to the waiting room, answering none of his desperate questions about his boyfriend's well being and then he was left alone and terrified.

Leo paced the waiting room, counting the minutes. If no doctor got there in ten minutes, he was going to cause a scene. Or call someone. Or cry. Or all three of those options.

He was still pacing, twenty minutes later, when a doctor came out, calling for "Jonah Banks".

"Appendicitis?" Leo echoed, dumbly, "no, it can't be- Isn't that something... Something that takes time? He was fine yesterday..." he seemed fine yesterday, Leo mentally corrected himself. He hadn't actually seen his boyfriend until evening, since he had been at the courthouse all day, taking the bar exams and then waiting for the results.

"The symptoms do, yes, generally last a couple days before they get as bad as what you witnessed, but it's possible he brushed it off-"

"Fucking hell, Jonah," Leo scoffed, cutting off the doctor, "and.. And he's gonna be fine? Can I see him? Where is he?"

"He's already being prepped for surgery. It's a routine surgery, but of course I can't say it's without its risks. It's still a surgery."

Leo stumbled back, nodding. He couldn't wrap his mind around this. The doctor offered him a sympathetic, awkward smile.

"If everything goes well, he should be sent up to the private room in a couple hours. I'll ask one of the nurses to take you there."

"Okay... Thank you," Leo mumbled, feeling numb. Goddammit Jonah.

He sat down on the waiting room, checked out, mind running circles around last night. Had he completely missed his boyfriend being sick? Or had Jonah hidden this?

It was just like Jon to hide it, because of the bar exam.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Leo whispered, tugging at the roots of his hair. His mind started to spiral, dark thoughts such as this is all your fault and Jonah is going to die taking over.

Leo clutched at his chest struggling to breathe and trying to ward off the horrible images and ideas rushing through his mind. He swallowed down the tears, but it was to no avail and soon he was fully shaking and crying, worrying eating at every little bit of him.

A hand cupped his face and then Leo was staring at Luke's green eyes, his friends' lips moving, but the blonde couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Jon- He... Surgery..." Leo managed to choke out and Luke shook him, rattling him like a toy.

"Hey," Lucas' voice slowly managed to make it through the fog, "please breathe, you're hyperventilating, Leo."

Leo sucked in air, coughing when it suddenly filled his lungs and had his head swimming, "Luke, they took him away and I don't know... I don't know if he's okay, I don't know anything..."

"It's okay, I got you," Lucas squeezed his shoulder, "it's just appendicitis, he'll be fine, I promise. It's a routine procedure, I know it looks scary, but he's going to be okay."

Leo let out a little sob, shaking his head, "he didn't look remotely okay, Luke..."

"I know," Lucas leaned in, pulling him into a hug, "are you alright?"

Leo shrugged, melting into the hug and only pulling back when it went on for too long, "I guess... I guess not, I don't know. I just want him to be fine so I can strangle him..."

His friend let out a snort and Leo opened a little smile, frowning, "how did you... Why are you here?"

"Uhm," Lucas blushed, "I'm Jon's emergency contact, they called me."

Leo's frown only deepened, "you are? I thought I was."

"Maybe both?" Luke shrugged, "I guess he thought I was the logical one to put down, since I know his medical records and stuff..."

Leo still felt vaguely offended, but he said nothing, "alright..." he leaned back, "I think he was sick already and didn't say anything because of my stupid exam."

"Your exam wasn't stupid," Lucas berated him lightly, "and I can't blame Jon, I wouldn't have said anything either if it was me. You'd have to wait six months before the next one..."

"Six months is nothing," Leo scoffed and Luke rolled his eyes.

"You're saying this now, because you're worried. Jon probably thought it was just a stomachache or a bug. That's what I thought when I had it."

"Oh yeah, you and him are the same brand of idiot, I forgot," Leo rolled his eyes, feeling a pang of guilt over Luke's offended face, "...Sorry."

"It's fine," Lucas sighed, sitting on the ground next to the armchair Leo was occupying, "do you need me to do anything?"

"No, just stay," Leo said quietly, wringing his hands, "I hate sitting here, I just wanna hear he's okay..."

"I know," Lucas jumped up, "c'mon, let's go outside. They're not gonna have any news for a while."

It took some more convincing, but eventually Luke managed to drag Leo outside, taking deep breaths himself. Leo cringed, he had forgotten how uncomfortable hospitals made Luke.

"You don't have to stay..."

"I want to stay..." Luke shook his head, pacing around the little winter garden. Leo rolled his eyes, poking his ribs.

"No, really. I locked JD in the guest room, could you keep her for the weekend?" Leo said, handing him his keys.

"Are you sure?" Luke pouted, still pacing around, "I can stay a bit longer, just until they move him to the room."

"Okay," Leo couldn't pass up the offer, he didn't want to be alone with his thoughts, "but then you have to go."

"Deal."

They sat outside for another thirty minutes, Lucas easily chatting Leo's ear off, a bottomless well of conversation starters and Leo couldn't be more thankful.

By the time they did walk back inside, he had finally stopped shaking like a small prey animal. A nurse that Leo knew he knew the name off, but couldn't remember, guided them to the room, saying Jon would be brought up in a few and Leo collapsed on the chair next to the bed, emotionally exhausted.

He watched Lucas pace around, face pale, cracking his knuckles absently minded.

"Was your mom in a hospital?" Leo asked, unable to tolerate the silence. Lucas jumped a little, then shook his head.

"No, she was- She was too proud for a hospital," he bit on his knuckle, "she had stay at home care, though we had quite a few trips to the hospital towards... Yeah- uhm. Yeah."

"So why are you traumatized with hospitals?" Leo frowned, rubbing his eyes, "I mean, no judgment, it's just not very intuitive."

Luke shrugged, "it didn't- It's not hospital trauma," he explained quietly, voice wavering, "it didn't start like that anyway. I was scared of the exams, because every time I thought of getting any type of check up, I thought of how mom found out the cancer and well..."

Leo nodded and Luke continued, "and then it just... Exams turned into being afraid of needles and then of doctors and then hospitals and it just became one big thing."

"Sounds like you need therapy," Leo said and Lucas let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Thanks Sherlock, let's hope BBC gives you your very own adaptation" he crossed his arms, just as the door opened and two nurses pulled in Jon's stretcher.

Jonah was still knocked out cold, but although he was grey and his lips were chapped, he still looked more healthy than Leo had last seen him. The blonde had to fight the urge to lunge over his boyfriend, knowing the nurses wouldn't appreciate it.

"The anesthesia should wear off soon," the older nurse told him, "as soon as he's up, please ring the bell."

Leo nodded, barely listening and studying Jonah, "I love him, but right now I wanna kill him," he said quietly and Lucas let out a surprised, loud cackle.

"Well yeah, welcome to every day of my life," he chuckled, leaning in and messing Leo's hair, "I'm going to go, but you can call me, alright? I'll be at your place grabbing the kitty cat."

"Okay..." Leo smiled, pulling the armchair closer and stroking Jon's cheek, "thanks Luke."

"No problem, kid," Lucas waved at him, quickly stepping out of the room and then Leo was alone and fighting the urge to shake Jon awake.

That damn idiot.

"When you wake up you're so getting yelled at," Leo scoffed, leaning in and planting a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.

TBC?

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #jonah banks #appendicitis #hangover #sorry this is just so long and it's so WARM where i'm at #my will to live has evaporated

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macgyvermedical · 3 months

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I'm trying to write a fic where it's set in the middle of the forest on there own, no phone singal, no medicine or drugs to numb the pain or knock out the person and no way to call for help and there is the mc, one doctor, one surgeon, one ex-army medic, one nurse and one psychologist. Just so happens the mc gets appendicitis. Yay.... and now they have to do some field surgery. How would they go about this? How long would it take for symptoms to start progessing (note charcter keeps insiting that they are fine) and then to be noticed by the group. Then what happens? How to they do it? How does the person getting it done to them react? Im assuming they are going to need to restrain them somehow and comofrt them. How do I make it that none of them die? Also could you please do a post on how people react to pain? I think that could help a lot of us whump writers! I know some people scream and cry but when it gets real bad they fall silent... is that true?

Improvised Appendicitis Surgery (shockingly you're not the first person to ask this exact specific question)

Pain Pt 1

Pain Pt 2

Enjoy!

#pain #whump reference #writing reference #appendectomy #appendicitis

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thegirlwholived1213 · 1 year

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Hello! You don't have to answer this but- can we get Appendicitis part two pretty please? It's really interesting

Of course! thanks Anon, I am really excited about this one! Hope this satisfies! :)

Here's Pt. 1 Here's Pt. 3

Appendicitis Pt. 2

CW: Vomiting mention, appendicitis symptoms, hospital setting

"Villian.....Villain...... Villain!"

Villain returned to consciousness all too soon, Hero gently shaking their shoulder. As soon as they came to full conscience, they squeezed their eyes shut again, the pain having managed to seem to have doubled since the dark of unconsciousness took them into her depths. Villain brought their hands to gently cradle their abdomen, seeking any form of relief.

"Woah, woah slow down, you'll make it worse."

"I- I d-don't care... just m-make it stop." Villain pleaded.

"Look, I'm trying, but you need to stay quiet, we're almost there."

"Almost whe-" Villain tried to argue but cut themselves off, a wave of nausea washing over them. Hero watched their face pale, sinking to their knees and guiding Villain over the pavement just before they lost the contents of their stomach. Hero watched with concern, unsure of what to do. They had never seen Villain so vulnerable, so... ordinary.

Hero scoured their memories, recalling a week in middle school when they had stayed home from school because of nausea. They remembered their mother gently rubbing her hand over young Hero's back and found their own hand doing the same for Villain who had shrunk against them, body quivering. They stayed there for a few moments, Villain's shaking only increasing as Hero stood again and kept their brisk pace down the streets and alleys.

Villain managed to keep most of their pains behind gritted teeth, occasionally releasing a wince or whimper.

"I know, I'm keeping as steady as I can," Hero apologized as they neared a tall building with tinted windows and black push-through doors, "But if we don't hurry your appendix could burst, and then everything gets so much worse. You won't make it to a hospital, so I guess the team and I will have to handle this ourselves. You'll need immediate surgery."

"S-surgery?! N-no let me...let me go- mph.." Hero pulled Villain closer, their weak protests doing little as Hero placed a hand over their mouth.

"Nonsense, this isn't negotiable."

They walked through the doors, Villain's eyes flicking around wildly as they clutched their stomach. Different members of Hero's team walked back and forth. A few Villian recognized, but most he'd never seen before. It was humiliating, really. Their nemesis carried them from room to room as the stabbing agony only managed to worsen, and Villian didn't even feel the tears until they dripped onto Hero's shirt and their own hands. They tried to focus on the conversations rippling around them, to examine Hero's team and their expressions, but their vision started to blur and swirl. All the details started to fade until a silence filled their ears. Hero lay them down on a table and Villian let their head fall back against the metal.

A bright light flicked on above their head and they squinted, whimpering at the sudden change.

"Okay Villian, this strap is going to go over your chest, just to make sure you don't fall off, okay?"

VIllian managed a weak nod and heard the Velcro tear away from itself as Hero pulled it over their chest.

"h-hero-"

"Shh, breathe." VIllian felt the silicone of a mask move over their nose, and the smell of gas filled their lungs. Another person took their arm and began running a cotton swab over the middle of their forearm. They could faintly hear Hero counting in the background, the black around their vision pulling in.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six........"

Villain's eyes closed just before five, and Hero watched their body go slack. Medic inserted the IV, and Hero began prepping for surgery when Sidekick came in the room. Hero motioned for them to help with the scrubs and they did so, tying the loops behind Hero's head.

"Why are you helping them, again? They don't deserve saving." Sidekick growled, shooting a glare toward Villian's limp form. Hero pulled the mask over their nose, eyes flicking to the scar on Sidekicks jaw before responding.

"They may not, but if we don't try it makes us just as villainous."

Lmk if you'd like a Pt. 3! I really like where this one is going! :)

#whump ideas #whump tropes #whump drabble #whump prompts #whump writing #villain x hero #hero #hero trope #hero x villain #villian x hero #villian trope #villain #sickfic #appendicitis whump #appendix #appendicitis

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swforester · 2 months

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This is the final resting place of Harry Houdini, master magician and escape artist (1874-1926). In 1926 after a show in Montreal he was reclining backstage in his dressing room. A local student asked him about his ability to withstand punches to his gut. Houdini had a method of clenching the muscles in his stomach area to help him survive even the hardest gut punch. But immediately after Harry had answered his question, the student, J Gordon Whitehead, suddenly started punching Harry violently; 4 or 5 times directly to his stomach. Harry was still in a reclined position and wasn't prepared. He was overcome and moaned with agonizing pain. But stubbornly, he refused to see a doctor and shrugged it off, insisting that he would still do his next show even though he was now feeling very sick with bad stomach cramps and abdominal pain. He made it to the show, struggled through his act and immediately collapsed after the curtains came down. That show would be his last. When he finally made it to the doctor, they discovered that Harry's appendix had ruptured. And it had poisoned his insides. Harry clung to life for a few more days before passing away on Halloween night, 1926. After his death his grieving widow Wilhelmina held seances every Halloween for 10 years to try and communicate with him. But sadly, she never heard a thing so she stopped trying. To this day lingering doubts remain about Houdini's death. The Spiritualists hated him and wanted him dead because Harry was exposing their hypocrisy and grifting to the US Congress. Some have speculated that the student, J Gordon Whitehead, may have been working with the Spiritualists and thus he was actually an assassin.

To honor Harry's memory, it is a tradition to hold a seance every Halloween night and try to reach out to him. Who knows, maybe he will answer back someday. And let us know what really happened on that fateful day.

Machpelah Cemetery

Queens NY 2/21/24

#harry houdini #magician #escape artist #appendicitis #queens nyc #american history #spiritualist #seance #halloween

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99point9percentwhump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 26 - seeing double / you look awful

The Lieutenant S1E20

#whumptober 2023 #day 26 #seeing double #you look awful #vintage whump #the Lieutenant #sick #woozy #collapse #worry #face touching #appendicitis

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humans-are-space-florida · 2 years

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What if aliens learned that some humans didn’t have one of their organs. Like, appendicitis. I don’t have an appendix and I can live life totally normal, it might be harder to bounce back from dysentery but other than that everything still works the same.

I’m just imagining a group of humans talking about scars and one person talks about how they had an organ removed and the aliens are horrified because all of their organs are vital to them so the idea of not having one is terrifying. And as far as they know all organs of almost all species are required for healthy survival so they are now suddenly very worried for the one specific human.

#humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #appendicitis #no my appendix did not explode #it was only infected #don’t believe all appendixes explode dramatically #writing prompt #I honestly thought I just had a stomach bug #and I was on my period #so ‘stomach cramps and period cramps’ was my appendix needing to be removed

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 10 months

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Just a stomach ache?

tw: emeto, hospitals

sickie: Felix

caretaker(s): stray kids

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Minho opened his eyes to someone standing next to his bed. The figure appeared to be crying, holding his stomach. When his eyes finally came into focus, he saw that it was Felix beside him.

“Hyung I- I really d-don’t feel well.”

“What’s wrong Lix?”

“My st-stomach really h-hurts” he answered through tears.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick?”

At this, Felix just bit his lip and slowly nodded.

“Okay. It’s okay. Let’s go to the bathroom then?”

He said, standing up out of bed, now fully awake.

He lead Felix down the hall to bathroom, turning the light on and guiding him down to kneel next to the toilet. Felix felt his a sharp pain in his stomach, making him dry heave over the bowl.

Lee Know sat next to his sick dongsaeng, holding his hair back. It probably wasn’t necessary seeing that the poor boy wasn’t bringing anything up, but it was nice to not have his hair hanging in his face. He heaved and heaved, but the only result was a torn throat. Minho decided to get him some water, quickly getting up and grabbing a bottle from the fridge and making a dash back to the bathroom, not wanting to leave Felix alone for too long.

He returned to the bathroom to find Felix curled up around his stomach. Lee Know grabbed the thermometer from the cabinet and checked Felix’s temperature.

“37.2. You don’t have a fever, and you haven’t actually thrown up at all. Seems like you just have a stomach ache. Did you eat something funny?”

“No? I ate just like you guys did.”

“Let’s get you back to sleep. Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“O-Okay”

Lee Know brought Felix to his room, helping him to get comfortable.

“Goodnight Lix.”

“Night.”

Lee Know left the room to get some more sleep of his own.

But Felix couldn’t sleep a wink. The pain was increasing and hurt too bad for that. He laid there, trying to get comfortable. It was useless, as the constant ache turned from a stomach ache to punch to the chest.

When the morning rolled around, Felix felt even worse. But the schedule is busy today, he can’t stay home for a little stomach ache. He rolled out of bed with his alarm and started to get dressed.

He found Lee Know in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning Lix. Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. My body must have just reacted funny to dinner.” In reality, his stomach was still killing him. But he didn’t want to worry his hyung over some measly cramps.

“Okay then. Have some breakfast.”

Felix wanted anything but food right now. But he had to eat something or it would be clear he still felt like, for lack of better word, shit.

He settled for a single slice of toast with butter.

After a few bites, he watched Lee Know finish his own breakfast and walk away to finish getting ready, and took the opportunity to quickly throw out his mostly uneaten breakfast.

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Once they were ready to go, they headed out to the car, where Chan went over the day’s schedule. They first had to go to a photoshoot for their next comeback, then have an interview for some youtube channel, and end out the day with a fan call event. Felix was relieved he wouldn’t have to dance and sing all day, and just had to make it through a few not so physically challenging events.

So with that, they started off to the photoshoot. Felix was quieter than normal, which was quickly noticed by Chan.

“Hey Felix, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Oh yeah? How come?”

“Uh- well.. uh”

“He had stomach ache.” Lee Know interrupted.

“But it’s alright now.” Felix tried to reassure his friends. He was okay. Just dramatic.

When they arrived at the shoot, the pain had only worsened. He climbed out of the car, hoping no one would notice how grimaced at the movement. He was glad that no one seemed to see his pained expression.

The shoot ended up going by without much issue, and Felix hid his pain decently well.

Now was time for the interview. He expected it to be decently easy to get through, seeing as most interviews only require him to sit in some chair and talk a bit, so he thought he could manage. He was quickly proven wrong, when the interviewer told them they were going to have to complete a few challenges along with the usual answering of questions. His other members seemed excited at what was to come, but Felix certainly was not.

The fist challenge was to partner up with someone and play a word association game where they were given a word and had to say the first thing that comes to mind similar to the first word. If they say the same word, they win. Felix ended up with Han, and the game began. They went from team to team, most teams being unable to gain any points. The word they received was chocolate, and they both somehow responded with “brownie”. The room exploded with a chorus of an impressed “OHHHH” from the other boys in the group. When asked how they did it, they had no idea truthfully, it must be their twin telepathy.

When the camera finally turned away from them, Felix couldn’t help but wince from the pain in his abdomen. It almost didn’t feel centered in his stomach, but instead a little more to the side. Han noticed Felix’s facial expression, and shot him a concerned look.

“Are you okay Lix?”

He said, trying to be as quiet as possible in hopes that his voice would not get picked up on his microphone. Felix decided to give it up, he felt to horrible to keep hiding it like this.

“Not really. My stomach is killing me and I feel weird.”

“Do you think you will be okay for the rest of the interview?”

“I…. I think so. Maybe it’s just a stomach ache and I’ll be alright.” Felix hoped he was right.

“Okay. But if it gets worse, promise to tell us, alright?”

“Alright.”

When the challenge was over, the interviewer asked them a few simple questions before giving them their next challenge. This one was a dance challenge where they would play a song, and have to do the dance to the song, and if they didn’t know it, they would not get the point. As he watched his members attempt the challenge, it didn’t seem like they were getting extremely challenging dances, but it didn’t make Felix any less nervous for his turn. When he stepped forward for his turn, the song “Queencard” started to play and he began dancing. He loves this dance, but it’s a lot of jumping around, and it make his stomach act up again. It felt like he was being stabbed. Like someone was grabbing his abdomen and twisting it. This was hell. Before the song ended, he crumpled to the floor in tears, holding his side.No one really knew what was going on aside from Han, who quickly informed Chan as well. Chan called to the staff to give them a break before kneeling next to his aussie brother, followed by Han and Lee Know, who also figured out what was going on based off the previous night. The other members had no idea what was really going on, but gave them space. At this point, Felix started to feel nauseous and slapped his hand over his mouth, which the boys were quick to react to, carefully helping the sick boy off the floor and to the bathroom as quick as they possibly could. It wasn’t too far, and as soon as they got there, Felix quickly positioned himself over the toilet before letting out a wet belch, followed by a wave of vomit. It hurt so bad. Each time he heaved, the pain got 10x worse. Chan, Minho, and Jisung, we’re all trying to help him however they could, rubbing his back, tying up his hair, anything they thought could help. They had never seen him so sick. Minho put his hand on the boys forehead, and he was burning up.

“You definitely have a fever now. He’s on fire.”

When he was finished throwing up, he leaned into Chan who was kneeling behind him. Jisung reached over and grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped Felix’s face. They heard the bathroom door open, and Hyunjin was standing in the doorway.

“The staff say we have to resume filming now.”

At the same moment, Felix was hit with another sharp excruciating cramp and cried out in pain. Making Hyunjin realize the severity of the situation.

“No way. Tell them we are very sorry, but we need to take Felix to the hospital. We are postponing the rest of the interview or it’s not happening at all. But definitely not today.”

Hyunjin was quick to agree, leaving the room to go explain the situation.

Lee Know called a driver to come get them so they could get Felix to the ER. When the driver arrived, Bang Chan carefully scooped Felix up in his arms to carry him out to the car. It felt like the longest car ride ever, but in reality it wasn’t all that far. Eventually they arrived at the ER and brought him inside. His whole body ached, but of course, especially his stomach. They talked to the lady at the front desk, and she asked his symptoms, and to the best of his ability considering his current state. All he could manage was “It really hurts.” So instead Chan told her what he knew, told her all about the awful pain, the fever, the nausea, and just how horrible his friend was feeling. The woman asked where the pain was located, and Felix just signaled to the lower right section of his stomach, where his hand was already resting.

“That sounds like appendicitis. We might have to operate on you tonight. Can you come with me?” The boys followed her but then she said,

“Sorry but you can’t come with us. We can give you updates when we have them, but you’ll have to wait here.”

“Oh. Okay.” Bang Chan was not sure how he felt about leaving Felix.

“Can you walk Lixie?”

“I don’t th-think so..”

“That’s alright.” The desk lady said, quickly getting a wheelchair to put the boy in. Chan put him down onto it, and with that, she rolled him away.

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Chan, Minho, and Jisung were anxiously waiting in those uncomfortable chairs for such a long time, it had been hours at this point. It was about to be time for the fan call event, which Chan had already called their manager to have postponed.

“I hope everything is okay. I’m worried about him.” Jisung said timidly.

“He’ll be okay. He’s in good hands in there.”

Minho said, reassuring both Han and himself.

“You guys are here with Lee Felix, correct?”

“Yes we are. How is he?” Chan said, nervously.

“He’s good. It was appendicitis as we thought. We had to do a surgery to remove the appendix.The surgery went well. It was a good thing you guys brought him in when you did. His appendix was very close to bursting, which can be fatal. You can go in there with him if you want, but he’s asleep right now, so try not wake him, he needs to rest.”

“Okay, thank you so much.” Minho said, standing up and already heading off to visit the boy.

When Felix woke up and opened his eyes, he saw all his best friends beside him chatting quietly. Chan had called them the moment they could go in with him.

“He’s awake!” Jeongin said.

The boys all were over joyed that their sunshine was alright.

“How are you feeling?” asked Seungmin.

“I feel alright. A lot better than before. Kinda sore, mostly tired.”

“We’re so glad you’re okay. We were so worried!” Hyunjin said.

“Don’t scare us like that again!” Changbin added.

“Don’t try to hide it if you’re not feeling well, you literally could have died.” Bang Chan said.

“Fine. When do I get to go home?” Felix asked, already sick of the hospital.

“Probably a week or so. You aren’t allowed to dance for a while though, you’ll have to sit during performances for now.” Felix was sad at that, but he knew it was for the best.

For the next week, his members took turns staying with him, always someone by his side. It wasn’t easy, but he was glad he had his members to support him through it all.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this one! it was definitely on the longer side, and it took a looong time to write but i hope it was worth it!

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#skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #skz emeto #sick felix #appendicitis #probably not accurate #ily #i love yongbok

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