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chicgeekgirl89 · 2 years

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Not a Booty Call

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes

Rating: G

Summary: T.K. runs into Carlos at the hospital and finds he can't stay away.

A/N: This takes place in the very early days of Tarlos, definitely pre-darts date. I'm not sure exactly when it is, but since LS likes to play fast and loose with the timeline, I feel like I can too.

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“I think I’m going to grab a coffee. You want anything?” Andrews asks.

T.K. signs yet another form and looks up. “Yeah, coffee would be great. Cream, no sugar. Thanks.”

Andrews nods. “I’ll be back in like ten minutes.”

When a nasty bout of the flu had begun running through the 126 paramedics earlier in the week, their numbers had quickly fallen and they were desperate for extra hands. So T.K. had traded in his helmet for temporary status as a B Shift EMT, and he had to admit, it didn’t feel bad to be flexing his paramedic muscles again. Andrews is a good captain, and even working without a third, things are going well today.

He finishes filling out their requisition forms and double checks that he’s grabbed the right amount of everything before handing it over to the charge nurse.

He’s heading back to the rig when he passes a closed curtain and hears someone say, “All right Officer Reyes, do you want some more ice while you’re waiting?”

His heart skips half a beat, but he quickly dismisses it. This is Texas. There have to be a least six or seven Officer Reyes’ in the police department, right?

Then a response comes, quiet and unintelligible over the noise of the ER, but the voice is unmistakable nonetheless, immediately conjuring up an image of dark eyes, wild curls, and a smile that makes T.K.’s insides do a somersault.

The curtain is pulled aside and a nurse steps out, closing it up behind her before T.K. can see who’s on the other side. He wavers, hovering uncertainly. It’s not his business. It’s really not his business. T.K. chews on his lip as he weighs his choices, and then reaches for the curtain and slips inside.

He was right, it is Carlos, and he’s sitting on a gurney, his uniform shirt folded neatly beside him. His lip is split and bleeding, there’s a shadow forming underneath his right eye, and he’s holding an ice pack to his ribs, which are also turning purple with bruising. He looks like hell.

He looks at T.K. in surprise. “Hey.”

“Hey,” T.K. says back, eyes still taking in all the damage to Carlos’ body. “What happened to you?”

“Bar fight,” Carlos says.

T.K. reaches for the iPad the nurse left on the edge of the gurney and begins scrolling through Carlos’ chart. It’s a complete invasion of privacy, but he’s already come this far and he needs to know what’s going on. “You should have called me.”

The words slip out before he thinks about them, and he belatedly realizes that it’s a really odd thing to say to someone you’re routinely booty calling at two am.

Carlos gives him a funny look. “Aren’t you a firefighter?”

“I’m a dual certified firefigher/paramedic. We’re short handed this week so I’m filling in.”

“Oh.”

Despite their late night activities, T.K. doesn’t actually know Carlos that well, but he can tell he’s in pain. His breathing is shallow, his brow is pinched, and he’s typically a little more well spoken than he’s being right now. All of this has T.K. concerned. The normal amount. The amount he’d have for any human being. Not just one who looks at him like he’s hung the moon in the sky every time they’re together.

“Your x-rays look okay,” he says, still searching through the iPad. “No breaks or fractures.”

“Yeah that’s what the doctor said,” Carlos tells him, wincing as he shifts and tries to get more comfortable. “Knowing that doesn’t make my ribs feel less broken.”

T.K.’s heart twinges in sympathy as he sets the iPad down. “Did they give you anything?”

Carlos shakes his head. “I don’t need it.”

T.K. scoffs. “If they’re offering you painkillers, you need painkillers.”

He pushes the call button for the nurse and then reaches for a tissue, dabbing it against Carlos’ lip. “So what does the other guy look like?”

“Big,” Carlos says. “With boulders for hands.”

T.K. chuckles and dabs the tissue against Carlos’ lip again, careful not to put too much pressure. “Is he in here too?”

Carlos gives a slight shake of his head. “They took him to the station. He was built like a tank. Took three other officers to pull him off me.”

It’s a terrifying image and T.K. tries not to think about how much worse it could have been if those officers hadn’t come to Carlos’ rescue. And he definitely doesn’t think about how he would feel if Carlos were seriously hurt.

His radio crackles, a call coming through for an elderly person with a fever. Andrews will be heading back to pick him up.

T.K. feels more torn than he should. He has no reason to stay here with Carlos, but he also doesn’t want to leave. “Do you have someone coming to be with you?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Carlos says. “This is just another day at work. You better get going.”

T.K. takes one more look at him. For such a confident, strong guy, he looks really small sitting here under the harsh hospital lights. “Take the medication,” T.K. advises. “You might not want it now, but you probably will tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Carlos says. “Thanks.”

T.K. steps back out and the last image he sees before he sweeps the curtain closed again is of Carlos, head bowed, looking completely alone.

XXX

He and Andrews finish out the shift strong and Andrews tells him he can sub in anytime. T.K. finds that he might. It was a fun day.

He stops by his dad’s office and says hello; paramedic shifts run differently than firefighter shifts, so they won’t be seeing each other for a while. It also means he’s going to have the house to himself for a bit, and he’s looking forward to some alone time.

But as he drives, his mind wanders back to the hospital, to Carlos sitting alone behind that curtain. The way he’d answered the question about someone coming to be with him made it sound like he wasn’t planning on sharing about his injuries. Which doesn’t sit well with T.K. There’s always the chance that the x-rays and tests missed something. It’s not a good idea for Carlos to be alone.

Before he realizes what he’s doing he’s in front of Carlos’ condo, walking to the door and ringing the bell. He can see a light on inside and after a minute he hears movement.

When the door opens Carlos is wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. The bruise under his eye has darkened and he’s standing awkwardly, like it hurts to be upright. He looks tired. And confused. “Hey,” he says. “Did we—did I forget—?”

“No,” T.K. says quickly. “No we didn’t have anything planned for tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” Carlos’ shoulders relax a little bit. “So then…is this…? I’m not really up for…anything tonight.”

T.K. is an idiot. He should have texted before coming over. Or called. Something other than just showing up on Carlos’ doorstep out of nowhere. Of course Carlos thinks this is a spontaneous hookup. “No I’m not here to—I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

He can feel his cheeks growing heated and he’s about to open his mouth and try to awkwardly make a hasty exit, but Carlos pulls the door wide. “Do you want to come in?”

T.K. steps into the living room and immediately notices a bag of frozen peas on the couch and a bottle of prescription medication on the coffee table, along with a number of pillows that clearly indicate Carlos is having trouble getting comfortable. T.K. feels a stab of sympathy, bruised ribs are no joke.

“So…how are you?” he asks after Carlos closes the door.

“I’m fine,” Carlos tells him. “Still in one piece.” He nods toward the prescription bottle. “I took your advice.”

“Good call,” T.K. says. “Have you eaten? You shouldn’t take those on an empty stomach.”

“I had some leftovers,” Carlos says.

T.K. nods and they lapse into a weird silence. Carlos eases himself back down onto the couch, pressing the peas to his ribs. He says he’s fine, but the wince he gives as he sits and the slow way in which he’s moving indicate otherwise.

“Do you have anybody coming by to check on you?” T.K. asks.

He’s quickly realizing he doesn’t know a thing about Carlos outside of the fact that he’s extremely sexy and so damn good in bed it makes T.K.’s head spin.

“Michelle came by a little while ago. Apparently overprotectiveness is a common paramedic trait,” Carlos says, flashing him a smile.

Wow. WOW. T.K. is…beyond stupid. He’d completely forgotten that Carlos is tight with their A Shift captain. He forces out a laugh. “Sorry, I guess you didn’t really need me to come by after all.”

“No, I’m glad you did,” Carlos says, and he seems sincere. “It was really nice of you. I appreciate it.”

T.K. still feels embarrassed. But at least he can sleep tonight knowing that Carlos is okay. “I should probably get going and let you get some rest.”

“You can stay,” Carlos says immediately. “We can watch TV or something?”

T.K. has already crossed more than one personal line tonight, and he feels himself rapidly pulling back to a safe distance. He let himself get caught up in the heat of the moment, but he and Carlos aren’t a thing. They’re just each other’s really excellent hookup. This is not a sit on the couch and watch TV together relationship. He’s been clear about that from the start, and he doesn’t plan on it changing anytime soon.

He shakes his head. “I need to get home. I’ll text you.”

Carlos starts to get up but T.K. waves him off. “I can let myself out. Hope you feel better.”

He’s out the door before Carlos can say anything else, making sure it locks behind him as he goes. He hasn’t done anything wrong, he reminds himself as he strides quickly toward the car. He was just checking on an injured person. It’s basically part of his job. It doesn’t meant anything, because he doesn’t want it to mean anything.

And if he checks with Michelle in the morning to see if she’s heard from Carlos, that won’t mean anything either.

#Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Carlos Reyes Whump #Sweet boys #Soft boys #Boys in love #Even if they don't know it yet #Bruised Ribs #Beaten Up #Black Eye #Hurt/Comfort #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand

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slippedtheknot · 1 year

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Actions=Consequences

Tw: bruised ribs, sort of mentioned drugging, pills, I don't think anything else

“Why didn’t you tell us about this thing earlier?” Caretaker asked Whumpee, with mild irritation in their voice.

“Because I didn’t think that it was a big deal.” That’s a big fat lie. Whumpee knew the consequences of not telling anyone. It’s just that they felt like a baby if they asked for help.

“Do you have any other injuries?” Caretaker looks down at the first aid kit. “Since we have that out.”

“No. Nothing that I can think of now.”

“Do you want some pain reliever for your ribs?” Caretaker glances at Whumpee's bruised rib cage.

“What?”

“Com’on, your ribs look like they were hit with a truck.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Are you having any trouble breathing?”

“I’m okay.”

“I didn’t ask if you were okay. I asked if you had any trouble breathing.”

“Nope. My breathing skills are on point today.”

“Uh huh…” Caretaker silently strokes their black goatee. “I’m going to leave the bottle here, just in case.”

“Mhm, okay, well that will be unnecessary because I will not use them” Whumpee's eyes follow Caretaker’s hand as they sets the bottle of medicine on the coffee table. “Caretaker please, don’t bother. I won’t use them.”

The plastic bottle still hits the polished wood despite Whumpee's protesting. Caretaker’s palms rest on their knees as they look up at Whumpee. “And is there a reason for that?”

“No.”

#caretaker #whumpee #Bruised ribs #whump blog #whump stuff #whump writing #defiant whumpee #whump things

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zoethehead · 10 months

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so, this is part of the "Purgatorra" series, this is a 1st part of the prologue, dunno if there will be more after this; it will be a surprise if so. I will upload the recovery part later on.

Tom was inside the abandoned home, having been told to investigate this source of paranormal activity that spread outward, he Looked around, seeing nothing but ashes and skeletons around a decrepit home, or decayed--mummified remains that littered rooms covered in cobwebs and mold, the only living things in sight were small insects that littered floors, walls, and furniture. Tom had the radar on to check for where the strongest source of this supernatural power was. Eventually he found out, He headed to a desolate basement, creaky old wooden stairs and the sound of old rotted pipes, a hole covered up by floorboards, an odd enchanting glow emanating underneath the boarded up area. And as he neared it, A burst of light destroyed the boarded up area, and a hand reached up from the hole, the vivid peridot glow now visible, leaving flames and wisps of light surrounding the ground, Tom tried to leave; running up the stars, but he fell, hurting his ankle on the way down, as the being trapping him in there had shut the door and destroyed the stairs. “DON’T YOU DARE! I’VE GOT YOU IN MY CLUTCHES NOW!” The unknown being hissed, grabbing Tom by the hurt ankle. Tom tried to grasp onto the ground, digging his fingers down. The wraith saw this and grabbed one of Tom’s arms away from the ground “Don’t even think of tearing out those nails of yours, there’s no escape…” the wraith said, grabbing tom by the arm, throwing him into a support beam, nearly toppling the basement over with how strong the throw was. Tom was in pain; his ribs were broken--as was his ankle. He now felt the Wraith drag him near the edge of where the supernatural power source was coming from; He shouted into his walkie talkie, sending a message that something was dragging him in.. before the wraith grabbed ahold of him. “Your foolish hero is mine now…” before the wraith crushed the walkie talkie. Tom felt the now broken floorboard break even more as he tried to hold on, now falling into the vivid green glow, taking him downwards……..and down.. And down….

*CRASH*

Tom felt pain explode through his whole body, he opened his eyes now, seeing that he was strung up by the vines of a tree. He felt dizzy and his body ached a lot; his left shoulder aching like a bad case of acid reflux, His ankle and leg clearly broken, only being held up by a part of a tree. He heard voices, those far away from him; but even with a cry of pain and fear, he still felt the hope leave him; as he passed out…..

#whump #broken ankle #broken leg #broken ribs #wounded #bruised ribs #concussed #injured shoulder #broken arm #human whumpee #nonhuman whumper #isekai #isekai whump

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whatgoeswhumpinthenight · 2 years

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Did you know you can bruise your ribs from coughing? I recently learned this from first hand experience.

Sadly I am too funny for my own good.

#not whump #tw sickness #bruised ribs #it hurts #and im too sexy for this #i shall shake a stick at god now

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meadowsystem · 1 year

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Well that happened. Did you know I regularly have some kind of emergency on new years, my luck. Last year was pneumonia bruised ribs/muscles, year before that was the same. Prior to that year was a call to poison control... and so on ... the worst part is that I actively avoid things that could cause more dumb luck and I it's always something I cannot control 🤦🏼‍♀️

I had a scary day recently. I had a migraine that caused me to pass out, fall and hit my head. I had a very hard time with short term memory and spelling. I had an IV that malfunctioned though, so my blood came out. Thankfully they were amazing kept calm, dealt with it and I was totally chill. Best part is they didn't need to repoke! They gave me 3 massive tubes of medication though my IV.

I had an EKG and CT scan. I'm going for a halter test and seeing a specialist. My doctor is working with the pharmacy and my psych to double check my medication plan.

They are very worried about my heart and I still have a migraine, my sinus looked bad on the CT (shocking I know), brain looks healthy (for my disabilities) and I have thick skin (IV dude told me so). To top it off I now have a moderate concussion. Oh and bruised ribs again shocker....

If your barely holding on to the little bit of strength you have to fight a battle to not get pneumonia with my post nasal drip and weak immune system. At least we are in it together.

But hey I'm still kicking it and trying my best in this horrible world built by horrible people.

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m0stlygh0st · 10 months

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sneak peak of stuff I’ve been chipping away at :3c

#self ship #bruised ribs #my art #utmv sona

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how-much-for-a-whump · 1 year

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WHUMPTOBER day 29: What doesn't kill me...

"Better me than you."

Slunečná (16)

#whumptober2022 #no.29 #better me than you #Slunečná #gifs #whump #male whump #falling of a ladder #pain #cared for #bruised ribs #Janek Linhart #Marek Lambora #Týna Popelková #Eva Burešová

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viva-la-whump · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 28

@febuwhump

Another alt prompt!

KILLING GAME

It was the first time Kallus had let Ezra go on a hunting trip by himself, and, well, it wasn’t exactly going as planned. He’d had some success catching smaller game – birds, rabbits, even a fox – but he’d need a larger kill if he hoped to get them enough meat for the lean months of winter. Unfortunately, the wolf that stalked towards him had the same idea.

Ezra stared at the large creature, bow and arrow trembling uselessly in his hands. There was no way he’d be able to kill this thing before it killed him, but he wasn’t just going to give up.

Steeling himself, Ezra took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, aimed, and, right as the beast lunged at him, he fired.

Ezra didn’t even look to see where, or if, his arrow struck it; he was too busy staring at the shape that came hurtling towards him, growing larger and larger until it was the only thing he could see. He raised one arm to defend himself before the animal was on top of him, pinning him to the ground and sending him crashing into sudden darkness

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Ezra woke with a start, his mind filled with the images of fangs and claws and hungry eyes. He tried to breathe, but it was painful, and his head was pounding. That…that was a good thing, though. Right? It meant he wasn’t dead. But he was still surrounded by darkness, only it wasn’t as dark as it had been. He thought he could see stars above him and…was that firelight?

Turning his head with a groan, he saw a small campfire and a man sitting on the other side. He groaned again and closed his eyes, placing a hand on his head to feel bandages wrapped around it. He must have hit his head pretty hard. But that was the least of his worries.

“I guess this means I failed the test, right?”

“I’d say surviving is the ultimate test and so far you're managing that well enough.”

Ezra bolted straight up to his feet, ignoring his pounding head and protesting ribs. That had not been the voice he’d been expecting!

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice more firm than he felt. He reached over to a nearby tree to steady himself as a wave of dizziness threatened to sweep him off his feet. The man stayed seated, unperturbed by Ezra’s outburst.

He looked to be about the same age as Kallus, maybe a little bit younger, and instead of blond sideburns, this man had a dark patch of beard on his chin while the long hair on his head was pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“Just someone passing by,” he answered. “I saw you lying underneath that wolf over there and figured you probably needed some help.

Ezra looked to where the man pointed and saw the wolf that had attacked him lying dead, an arrow sticking out of its mouth. His arrow. His eyes widened in shock. The man smiled.

“That was one helluva shot you made, kid,” he said, his green eyes studying Ezra’s face, his dissecting gaze making the teen feel decidedly unnerved.

“I have a good teacher.” He knew it was true, even if Kallus wasn’t the nicest person to live with, but the admission still made him rankle.

“The same teacher who leaves his student alone in the wilderness with only a bow and arrow to face down wolves as a test?”

“He didn’t know about the wolf,” Ezra shot back, not sure why he was defending the man he hated to this stranger.

The man held up his hands in surrender. “No need to get worked up. You’re in no condition for it anyway. Why don’t you sit down before you fall down, alright?”

He must look as terrible as he felt, Ezra realized. But he didn’t know who this man was or what he wanted, so he had every intention of staying on his feet in case he had to run.

The man smiled again. “You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said, and Ezra briefly wondered if he could read minds. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have patched you up. So please sit down before you waste my hard work.”

He guessed it made sense, Ezra had to admit, slowly sitting back down and trying not to wince as his ribs ached. He felt a tugging on his left cheek and reached up to feel two thin, parallel cuts starting to scab over. Looked like wolf had given him a parting gift.

“Alright, so why did you help me? What do you want?”

“Who says I want anything?”

“No one helps others ‘just because’,” Ezra said firmly. “Everyone wants something.”

“Did your teacher tell you that?” Ezra didn’t answer. The stranger smirked. “So tell me,” he continued. “What is it you want?”

“What?”

The stranger shrugged. “You said everyone wants something.”

Thoughts of running away and being free of Kallus, free to do whatever he wanted swam around his head. But he wasn’t about to tell this man that.

“I want you to leave me alone,” Ezra spat, feeling a tugging in his gut that very much did not want that. He didn’t know what it was, but something about this stranger pulled at him, intrigued him. Not that he would admit that, of course.

The stranger sighed, but that smile still lingered around his lips. “Tell you what – I’ll stay through the night, make sure no other wolves come and decide you’d make a tasty midnight snack, and then in the morning, I’ll leave. Do we have a deal?”

Ezra stared at the man and couldn’t help seeing the sincerity in his face. That same feeling in his gut also said he could trust him, but his brain was telling him the opposite. Or maybe that was just Kallus’ teachings.

“Fine,” Ezra agreed, trying to ignore the relief he felt that the stranger wasn’t going to disappear just yet. “But aren’t you at least going to tell me your name?”

“Ah, so there are two things you want, huh?” he chuckled. Ezra glared at him. “It’s Kanan. Kanan Jarrus.”

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orthopedicsurgeon1 · 3 months

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How long can bruised ribs take to heal?

Have you recently experienced the discomfort of a bruised rib and are wondering about the healing process? Managing a bruised rib involves limiting motion and gradually increasing activity. Seeking medical advice is crucial to ensure the injury isn't severe. This guide explores the factors influencing healing time, symptoms, and offers insights into navigating the recovery process.

The Bruised Rib Experience

Ribs, despite their thin appearance, play a vital role in protecting internal organs. A bruised rib occurs when blood vessels around the ribcage are damaged due to impact or injury, often resulting from accidents, falls, or intense coughing.

Symptoms of Bruised Rib

Symptoms of a bruised rib can be similar to a broken rib, including pain, tenderness, bruising, swelling, and breathing discomfort. Identifying these symptoms and seeking professional guidance is essential for effective care.

Factors Influencing Healing Time

Several factors influence the healing time of a bruised rib, such as the severity of the bruise, individual healing capacity, and prompt medical attention. Understanding these factors empowers individuals to manage their recovery effectively.

Typical Healing Timeline

While individual experiences may vary, a general healing timeline can be outlined:

First Week: Pain and discomfort are at their peak. Rest, ice packs, and pain relievers are recommended.

Second Week: Significant improvement is observed, with fading bruising and decreased pain.

Third Week Onward: Substantial relief is experienced, but complete healing may take several weeks. Avoiding activities that strain the ribcage is crucial.

Methods to Ease Pain and Discomfort

To expedite healing, individuals can follow these methods:

Rest and Avoid Strain: Allow the body time to heal by avoiding activities that worsen pain.

Pain Management: Over-the-counter pain relievers and ice packs can help manage pain during the initial days.

Gentle Movement and Breathing Exercises: Engaging in light movements and breathing exercises, as recommended by healthcare providers, can prevent stiffness and promote circulation.

Follow Medical Advice: Adhering to doctor-recommended guidance and attending follow-up appointments is essential for a smooth recovery.

When to Seek Medical Attention

While most bruised ribs heal with proper care, signs such as persistent or worsening pain, breathing difficulties, chest pain, or signs of infection may indicate the need for prompt medical attention.

In Conclusion

Healing from a bruised rib is a gradual process requiring patience and self-care. Individual variations are common, and understanding the healing process empowers individuals to navigate it effectively. If concerns arise, consulting with healthcare professionals ensures personalized guidance and prioritizes overall well-being during recovery.

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