It's finally here!!! my @itafushi-week 2025 gift swap has hit the tumblr, slash ao3. It's for @snailmp3 !!! The prompt was "canon-au alternate first meeting where yuuji gets ditched byy his snepais in a haunted house & he runs into megumi who he assumes is a social media ghost hunter :)" I hope you enjoy it !!!
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It’s finally here!!! My @itafushi-week 2025 winter gift swap for @iquirms !! The prompt was: alternate universe - first christmas with the other’s family.
It was tough to decide which side to show, but I went with Megumi’s since it’s easy to make chaotic hehe Nanako and Mimiko are there too trust, they’re in the kitchen sneaking some cookies
summary: Dr. Megumi Fushiguro loses his first patient. He sees Yuji Itadori, the paramedic that brought the patient into the hospital, at the bar later that night. After a game of pool and a walk to the train station, he walks away with Itadori's number. But guilt and grief aren't saved only for sinners, and soon both come to catch up with Megumi. This time, it's Itadori's turn to try to save a life.
contents: 18+, MDNI, ER doc megumi x paramedic yuji, medical drama vibes, mostly angst, some comfort for your troubles, catholic guilt, god complex (but neg), listened to chasing cars writing this, attempted/completed suicide, yuji saves megumi in yet another life, manga spoilers
word count: 4.9k
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notes: hello there! heard the prompt "ER doc megumi x EMT yuji" in a dc server and it brought me to this. i hope you enjoy! and rhia if you see this, this one's for you. i actually have no idea if this will reach anyone because of the content warnings but hey we'll see.
There's a sort of peace in the chaos of a code.
In the silence that precedes it, the dimly lit hallways of the Emergency Department after hours. In the way the air prickles with anticipation as soon as they get the call that the ambulance is en route. In the distant noise of sirens rolling closer, until flashing lights approach the loading bay.
In the way the paramedics run in, eyes blazing with intention, as they try to save someone's life.
Megumi looks up from charting on his alcohol withdrawal patient — patient states he drove himself in. advised on importance of safe and sober driving in the future — when his attending, Dr. Gojo, calls his name. "Code coming in," Gojo says, grabbing a pair of blue nitrile gloves from the doorway. "You're on note-taking."
Megumi nods and rises, locking the computer before he jogs towards the open bed. He likes being on note-taker, because it's the job he's least likely to fuck up.
Noise catches his attention, wheels of a gurney spinning across linoleum, and Megumi opens the cap of an expo marker and glances at the clock. He begins to scribble on the whiteboard.
19:12, encounter begins
"…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen—" Megumi hears a familiar voice chant in a rhythmic tone, and when he looks up, he sees one EMT, Aoi Todo, pushing the cart with quick steps.
On the gurney, doing compressions and counting aloud, is the other paramedic, Yuji Itadori.
"We had ROSC for most of the ride over," Todo says as he slides the gurney into place beside the hospital bed, "but she went unresponsive just before we pulled up. Itadori's been doing compressions for about five minutes."
Megumi takes note of that on the board.
Yuji jumps off the cart, and the nurses help transfer the patient's unmoving body onto the hospital bed, a backboard already in place. While one of the nurses cuts the woman's shirt off, tossing aside fabric, an intern, Kugisaki, steps up to the bedside and starts on compressions.
Yuji wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist. Then he helps clear the gurney from the room, and Todo walks up to Megumi and slips him a note.
"Here's the times on compressions and doses," he says. "Gave two mils of epi before we achieved ROSC. None since she went unresponsive for the second time."
Megumi nods and shoves the note into his pocket. "Thanks," he says.
Then the EMTs are gone, leaving the hospital staff to try and get the woman back.
It's a grueling process.
Shocks are delivered, meds are administered, and compressions are continued for upwards of an hour. Megumi takes diligent notes on the whiteboard, and Gojo leads the code from the side, calling out orders to the different nurses and physicians at the bedside.
ROSC cannot be achieved again.
Gojo finally calls an end to the code, and everyone is expected to go about their shifts like normal. But this is Megumi's first death — he's never lost a patient before — and he can't get the vision of that woman's dead body out of his mind.
He helps chart the code, and then Gojo puts a hand on his shoulder. "Go home," he recommends. "You've stayed far past shift change; the night docs can cover the rest."
Megumi doesn't argue. He simply grabs his things, waves goodbye to the nurses, and walks out with Kugisaki.
It's quiet between them as they walk out of the hospital. Then, as they head towards the train, Kugisaki stops in her tracks. Megumi turns to face her, expression impassive.
"Want a drink?" she asks. "Or three?"
He nods. "Yeah. Let's go."
They walk down the street to the local spot all the docs and nurses frequent, a bar with "ANNIE'S" displayed in big, gaudy lettering across the face of the building. The interior is warmly lit, with pool tables and darts at the back of the room and a large L-shaped bar at the front.
The pair walks right up to the bar and orders their drinks. Megumi sits on a barstool and swirls his vodka soda, bringing the glass to his lips. Kugisaki sips at her drink as well, then shakes her head. "You know," she says, "I'm not the type to be broken up over a code but…" She takes another drink. "That was a tough one."
Megumi traces the rim of his glass with his finger. "That's my first patient death," he tells her, and his tone is detached, like he's not the type to break down either.
She nods. "Mine, too." And then the two of them go quiet, sipping at their drinks before ordering a second.
As Megumi is waiting to receive his drink, someone comes up a little too close beside him, broad and imposing. His first reaction is to stiffen and simmer, annoyed by their proximity, but then he hears, "Uh, hey!" in a familiar voice.
He glances, out of the corner of his eye, at Yuji Itadori.
"You're Doctor…Fushiguro, right?" His honey eyes are soft, filled with recognition. "I was at the hospital today; I'm a paramedic."
"Yeah," says Megumi. "Itadori, right?" He holds up a hand towards Kugisaki. "This is Nobara Kugisaki."
Itadori nods at her in greeting. "I recognize you, too. Tough one we had tonight." He shakes his head, hanging it low. "Thought we had her back in the ambulance, before she went unresponsive again."
Megumi looks around discretely, making sure no one is listening in on the conversation; he doesn't want to breach patient privacy, even for a dead woman. But the bar is relatively empty, with no one in their direct vicinity, so he relaxes a little. He nods. "You guys did a good job with her. We just think the blockage in her heart was too massive, so she tanked again."
Yuji nods, still appearing distraught. Then he shakes his head. "Ah, what the hell. We're here to forget about it, am I right?" He offers a smile and jabs his thumb over his shoulder. "Todo and I are playing pool, if you two want to join."
Megumi turns to Kugisaki, who just shakes her head and downs the rest of her drink. "I'm going home," she says, standing from her seat at the bar. She sways a little on her feet, then rights herself. "You boys have fun."
Megumi looks at her, a little concerned. "I can walk you to the train station," he suggests.
She waves him off. "I'm gonna call Maki to make her pick me up. I'll be fine." But past the inebriation in her brown eyes, Megumi can see that what she really needs is her partner to hold her and assure her that she did everything she could for the woman they lost. "Really, go have fun. I'll see you on Monday."
He nods. "Alright. Just come get us if you need anything." He stands as well, grabbing his glass and following Itadori to the back by the pool tables.
Todo is leaning his hips against the pool table, watching them approach. "Took you long enough!" he calls. "We setting up for a new game?"
Itadori goes over and shoves Todo's shoulder playfully. "Yeah," he says. "This is Fushiguro, one of the ER docs from today."
Todo grunts, raising a hand in a brusque wave. He eyes Megumi for a moment, then asks, "Guessing docs don't have much time for girls, eh? Guess I won't ask about your love life."
Megumi just sighs and raises his glass to his lips.
Itadori laughs and punches Todo's shoulder. He turns to Megumi with a smile, which curls the pit of his stomach in satisfaction. Megumi tries to shake away the feeling. "He's just messing with you. Anyway, you can break, Fushiguro." He tosses him a cue stick, which he catches.
Megumi sets down his glass on a nearby high-top and walks over to the pool table. He puts one hand on the side rail and hits the cue ball, sinking a solid into one of the pockets. Itadori grins in approval, and Megumi tries not to feel that same twisting, fluttery feeling in his gut.
He convinces himself that it's just the alcohol talking.
After Megumi tries and fails to sink another ball, Todo approaches the table, and while he takes his shot, Itadori walks over to the high-top on the other side of the pool table and grabs a slim white can. He raises it to his lips, taking a long gulp.
This guy drinks white claws? Megumi thinks to himself. Seriously?
But he can't help but watch the way Itadori's throat bobs as he swallows, the way his hand curls around the can. He averts his gaze before his face can flush with embarrassment. Then he watches Yuji walk over to the pool table and lean over, showing off his broad, muscular back and his strong forearms. Megumi can practically feel his knees go weak.
He grits his teeth. He refuses to swoon over some man he barely knows.
"So," Itadori begins, looking up from the table to meet Megumi's wandering gaze, "what year of residency are you in?"
"My first year," Megumi says. "I just graduated in the spring."
Itadori grins. "A baby doc. Cool."
"How long have you been a paramedic?" Megumi asks, to be polite. Not because he's curious.
"Few years." Itadori shrugs. "It's nice. Get to see a lot of cool things. Not so nice when you lose someone, though."
"Was it your first, too?" Megumi asks.
Itadori shakes his head. "I've lost a few, now. Mostly heart stuff, though I had one overdose. That was sad; kid was so young." He sighs. "But usually it's good. Getting to save lives and stuff."
Megumi nods in agreement and goes back to the pool table, lining up his cue. Itadori asks, "Was it your first loss, tonight?"
He nods again. "Yeah. I've had a few codes, obviously, but… we've always gotten them back."
Itadori nods and comes over, clapping him on the back. "It doesn't get easier," he says frankly, "but you do start to accept that you've done all you can."
Megumi tries to believe that.
The game of pool continues, until Megumi walks away with the victory. Itadori grins at him again, and he can't help but feel flushed at the sight, though if it's from the alcohol or his smile, Megumi isn't sure.
Megumi puts his cue back on the rack. "I'm going home," he announces.
"I'll walk with you to the station," Itadori says.
Part of Megumi wants to argue, to fight for his alone time, but the other part is too drunk and happy that Itadori seems to want to spend time with him. So he lets Itadori join him on his walk, the cool night air a welcome change from the overly warm bar interior.
It's quiet between them as they walk towards the train station. It's a comfortable sort of silence, one that comes with familiarity that they surely don't yet have. But Megumi feels like Yuji understands him better than someone who's never lost a patient, someone who doesn't know what it's like to fail, so he allows the silence to continue.
Once they reach the station, Itadori follows Megumi to his platform. Then he digs through his pocket and holds something out to him.
"Here's my number," he says, holding out a napkin with his number inked on it in pen. Megumi wonders at what point in the night Itadori decided he wanted Megumi to contact him. "You know, if you ever want to hang out again."
Megumi looks from the napkin, now in his hand, back up to Itadori's eager expression. He nods and stuffs the napkin into his scrubs pocket. "Yeah," is all he says.
Then Itadori smiles and waves before turning his back on him, heading towards the opposite side of the station. Megumi stares after him for a little too long, until he disappears from view down the steps.
His hand tightens around the napkin in his pocket. Then he turns and gets on his train, occupied with thoughts of the night and the man who made it a little bit better.
~
When Megumi goes to mass the next morning, he's still slightly hungover.
He prays for forgiveness for the gluttony of last night, for drinking too much. He prays for forgiveness for losing his patient, for not saving her. He prays for forgiveness for thinking he could, even if it were against god's wishes. He prays for forgiveness for playing god every day at work, for wishing he could do even more.
He prays for forgiveness for his lust and greed for Itadori, whose number was still sitting temptingly on that napkin at home.
And when he leaves, he feels no further absolved from these sins than when he walked into church that morning.
So because he can't avoid the guilt, and he decides he may as well partake of the cup, Megumi goes home and adds Itadori's number to his phone. He sends him a message.
Hey, it's Fushiguro.
It only takes a few minute to receive a response. Hey :D want to get drinks again sometime?
And so Megumi hides his smile behind closed doors, and he agrees, wanting nothing more than to see him again.
~
"You met someone," is the first thing Tsumiki says when they sit down at their table.
Megumi gives her a withering look as the host puts menus in front of them. "What makes you think that?" he hedges.
Tsumiki smiles. "Intuition," she says, resting her chin in her palm. Her eyes examine him closely. "Who is it?"
"There's no one!" Megumi argues, grabbing his menu and opening it to hide his reddening face.
"Megumi," she chides softly, a smile still on her lips, "I know you better than that."
Megumi raises his eyes and looks at her sharply, but there's a fondness there, too. He appraises her, noticing how peaceful and content she looks. She hadn't been doing so well, feeling poorly and under the weather for several weeks. It was good to see her doing better, and if it was at his expense, he just has to accept it and suck it up.
He changes the subject. "How have you been?"
She shrugs. "Same old, same old." She doesn't elaborate, nor does she need to; he knows she's been struggling. "How's the hospital been?"
Lunch goes by quickly, with the two of them catching up. It's mostly Megumi talking — Tsumiki says she doesn't have much to tell, and simply listens — about residency and his weeks in the ED. By the time they're finished with their meal, Megumi looks at his watch. "I have to go get ready for work," he says.
Tsumiki nods, and takes his hands from across the table. She looks intently at him and says, "Bye, Megumi. I love you. Never doubt that, okay?"
He blinks, a little confused. But he nods anyway and squeezes her hands. "I love you, too," he says. And then they both stand and go their separate ways, promising to plan another meal together in the near future.
~
Megumi is on nights the coming week, so he arrives at work at 5:30 pm, ready for report.
The night starts off slowly. Someone in for fluid overload, another with a COPD exacerbation. Most of it is easy management, so Megumi is scrolling on his phone in the physician's lounge when Dr. Gojo pokes his head in.
"We've got an overdose heading in," he says. "ETA five minutes. You're on defib tonight."
Megumi nods and puts his phone back in his pocket, standing from his seat to prepare himself. He comes out of the lounge to put in immediate orders — IV bags, charcoal suspension — and then grabs his gloves, heading towards the room the nurses are opening for the patient.
Wheels squeak on tiles, ringing through the ED. Then Todo and Itadori round the corner, and honey eyes meet Megumi's.
There's nothing but regret and sympathy in them.
Megumi's brow creases in confusion. What could Itadori possibly be looking at him like that for? And then he looks down at the patient, and time seems to slow as he takes in the scene. Through the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, he can see her. Her familiar eyes, now closed, the slope of her nose, so much like his, lips no longer smiling so softly.
Tsumiki.
Gojo pushes at Megumi's chest, and he stumbles backwards as everything comes flooding back in. "You're off defib," he says in a rush.
Megumi shakes his head, parting his lips and trying to rush back into the room. "Dr. Gojo—!"
Gojo raises a hand and shakes his head. "You can't be in here," he says firmly.
"What?" Megumi grits through his teeth, wanting to reach up and shake the doc by his scrubs. "That's my sister!"
"I know," Gojo says in the same adamant tone. "But I can't trust you not to jump in. You need to stand back and let us take care of this." And then he pulls the curtain shut, metal hooks shrieking against the rod, and his voice calls over the commotion, "Pulse check!"
Megumi stands there, blue curtain in his face, unsure whether to be furious or heartbroken. All he knows is that he feels fucking desolated.
Suddenly, hands on his biceps start to guide him backwards, and he's fighting against them, "NO! NO, THAT'S MY SISTER!" But the strong hands just grip him more firmly, dragging him instead of gently leading.
Then he's shut inside the supply room, and those hands let him go. Silence fills the room, and Megumi whirls around, ready to tear into whoever just pulled him away from his sister's side— she needs him—
Itadori stands there, brows creased in distress. "Fushiguro," he whispers. "They need space to work."
Megumi's rage falters at the look on his face. He bares his teeth again, trying to harness it once more; he needs to stay angry, needs to use it to get back to Tsumiki. "I don't care," he hisses. "She needs me."
"Fushiguro." Itadori's tone is meaningful, heavy and laden with emotion. "What she needs is for you to let them save her."
Megumi's hands are shaking. "W-what if they can't?" He hates himself for stuttering, for not being strong for his sister. His knees quake, and then the world is tilting, and he's sinking towards his knees, his arms wrapping around his middle as he gasps out, "What if I lose her?"
Itadori follows him down to the floor and wraps him up in his arms, tucking his head under his chin. He whispers into his hair, "They'll save her. I know they will."
Burning hot tears sting at Megumi's eyes, but he fights to blink them away. He won't cry. Not here, in this damned supply room. Not when his sister is being resuscitated on the other side of this door. Not when he has to be strong, to pull through for her, just like she has to pull through for him.
"She has to," he whispers into Yuji's chest.
And Yuji just hugs him tighter and says, "She will."
~
They get Tsumiki back. Her heart beats, her pulse beeping on the monitor in her ICU room.
She's alive.
But her brain is not.
She will never open her eyes. She will never smile at Megumi, hold his hand, hug him. She will never speak to him. She will never even breathe on her own.
She is as lost as if she were dead.
So Megumi, the sole survivor of the Fushiguro family, decides to pull the plug.
He knows how this goes. How, without the ventilator, she will stop breathing, and her lungs will stop filling. Oxygen will no longer perfuse to her organs; her brain can't order her diaphragm to move, for her chest to rise and let air in. Within minutes, her tissues will begin to die.
Within the hour, she will be gone.
Megumi holds her hand the entire time, just like she held his during lunch, that last day. His grip is tight, as if he could keep her alive, could drag her back from heaven just by holding her there.
If he had the strength, he would.
But he doesn't — he can't. She goes, without him, despite how hard he tries to hold her there.
His expression crumples, and he drops his head onto her belly, wishing it would rise and fall one more time. Long enough for him to tell her that he loves her. That he wishes she would stay.
He weeps into her blankets, choking on sobs, trying to beat them back. Then, once he's collected himself and made sure his eyes — though puffy and red — are no longer filled with tears, he presses the call button and lets the nursing team in to clean up his sister.
He stands from the bedside, gazing at her beautiful, peaceful face one more time. Then he heads to the door, wanting to give them privacy, to undress her and bathe her.
He exits the room, and he runs right into a broad, familiar chest.
"Oh," says Itadori, stopping in his tracks before he can knock Megumi over. He's quiet for a long moment. Then, quietly, "I'm sorry, I… I tried to get here sooner." He holds up a small bundle of flowers. "I brought these for you. For her. Whatever." He rubs the back of his head. "Is she…?"
Megumi just stares up at him, chest growing increasingly tighter with every ragged breath. His knuckles creak as he tightens his fingers into fists. He can't, he can't, he can't—
He breaks.
And then he's throwing himself into Itadori's arms, fat tears falling onto his t-shirt. "I just killed my sister," he sobs.
Itadori's arms wrap around Megumi's waist, crushing him against his chest. His voice is shaky when he speaks, "You didn't kill her."
"I did," he chokes out. "I pulled the plug. I did this."
"No," Itadori says firmly. "No, you didn't. That was an awful choice you had to make, but it wasn't your fault."
Megumi just sobs again, and Itadori holds him tighter. Megumi can feel the nurses at the nursing station staring, giving him sympathetic looks as he weeps, but he can't seem to care. He just allows himself to feel this, this bone-crushing despair and devastation.
It is only with Itadori's help that he is still standing.
And when the wave passes, when he is no longer sobbing, but rather quietly and eerily calm in the aftermath, Itadori is still there at his side.
~
The funeral is a small, intimate affair.
Megumi has no family to invite, only friends and those who wanted to be there for him. Tsumiki's friends are in attendance, crying into tissues and visiting her open casket.
None of us knew, they whisper amongst themselves. We could have done something.
Join the club.
Megumi just stands across the room, staring at the lovely casket he picked out for his sister, not wanting to see how they dressed her up. He doesn't want to see her like this, done up and fake for her funeral. He wants to remember her how she was, bare-faced and beautiful, in his memories.
How she looked at lunch that day, right before it all ended.
Itadori stays close, even as Megumi stands at the door to the chapel and shakes hands, receiving condolences. It seems that he won't let Megumi face this alone, no matter how alone he truly feels.
He's the last of his family; how can he not feel desolate?
The service is long, filled with scriptures and a sermon about how god calls all his sheep to return to him.
But Tsumiki killed herself, so will she be accepted back into the herd?
Megumi can't think about it.
The time comes for him to go up to the lectern and give his speech. He stands on shaky legs and walks up to the front of the chapel, pulling out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his slacks. He clears his throat, hands shaking as he smooths the paper out. Then he glances up, and his eyes lock with Itadori's, who gives an encouraging smile and nods.
So Megumi lowers his eyes to the paper in front of him, and he begins to read.
"My first memory," he says, "is standing at the window of our apartment, waiting to watch my sister walk home from school." His voice threatens to waver. He clears his throat again. "I remember being so excited to see her round the block, remember how pretty she looked with her hair done in pigtails. And then she came home and told me she was too big to play with me anymore, now that she was in kindergarten." The room laughs softly at the story.
Good, Megumi thinks. Let her give you joy, just like she's given me so much.
"Looking back," he continues, "when I think about memories with her, all I see is—" His voice cracks. He fights to swallow, blinking away tears. "All I see is light. A radiant light that couldn't be extinguished. And now," he chokes up again, shaking his head. "Now, I can only look forward to seeing that light again one day." He hurries from the lectern back to the pew, where Itadori puts a comforting hand over his. He hears sniffles and soft cries from the crowd behind him as the priest finishes mass.
Megumi attends the lunch after for a while, but by the time a half hour has passed, he just wants to be at home in bed instead of in front of all these people, performing his guilt.
Itadori seems to notice immediately. He leans in a little to whisper, "Want me to walk you home?"
Megumi nods and makes his exit.
Itadori walks back to Megumi's place with him — the church isn't far from his apartment — and grabs the keys from him to unlock the door. He swings the door open and beckons Megumi inside.
"Stay," Megumi invites, but it doesn't sound like a request.
Itadori hesitates for a moment, but he doesn't seem to have the heart to disappoint Megumi by saying no. So he comes inside the apartment and flips on the lights, looking around at the surroundings before turning back to Megumi. His eyes are soft and sad. "You did well today," he says, putting a hand on Megumi's shoulder.
That's all it takes to send Megumi over the edge.
All of the agony, all of the pent-up sorrow of the day, comes crashing down on him. His knees buckle, and he is once again falling, falling, falling until he shatters, sure that there's never a way back from this loss.
Itadori, once again, catches him. "It's okay," he whispers.
"It's not okay," Megumi croaks. "It… it should've been me. I should've gone, not her."
Itadori freezes for a moment, and then he's tightening his arms around him, tugging him against his chest. "I understand," he whispers. "I understand that… it's hard to go on without her. To live on after the loss. But… I don't want it to be you."
"Why?" he says bitterly. "Why not me? She was the light in life, not me. She deserves to be here, not me."
Itadori fights to swallow, and then he pulls away to look Megumi in the eyes. "Because," he says, "it would be lonely without you."
Megumi huffs, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "You hardly know me."
Itadori shakes his head. "That's not true," he replies. "I know you. Ever since you started at the hospital, since you started taking patients, I've known that you're strong and capable. That you're smart, and that you're worthy of holding peoples' lives in your hands. There's no one I would rather give my patients to, no one I would trust more with the people I care about."
He cups Megumi's cheeks in his hands. "Fushi— Megumi." His eyes are intense, but kind. "You are light. You deserve to be here. And, if you can't forgive yourself for what happened, for what you had to do, let me."
And then he's leaning in, diverting course at the last moment, to press his lips ever so gently against the corner of Megumi's mouth.
Megumi lets out a shuddering sigh, and more tears start to pour from his eyes. But, at this, he's able to find laughter. "I didn't even get to tell her about you," he says miserably. "She asked and I… I didn't tell her."
Itadori smiles softly. "It's alright," he says. "Maybe she's watching over you now, or something."
Megumi crinkles his nose and laughs again, the sound broken up but still amused. "I don't want her watching me kiss you."
Itadori grins. "Does that mean you aren't upset with me for doing that without asking?"
Megumi shakes his head. "No," he whispers, "I'm not upset about that."
Itadori's expression softens, and then he's pulling Megumi against his chest again. "I can't promise that it'll be easy," he says quietly. "But I'll be there for it all, if you'll have me."
Megumi doesn't say anything; he doesn't have to. He knows that Itadori — Yuji — will give him the time he needs to be okay again.
To be the light.
thanks for reading! -luna
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additional notes: hey! hope you enjoyed. here with a couple additional comments on the fic: 1) i know EMTs and paramedics are technically different things. in this fic I used them synonymously for ease of understanding. 2) if you notice medical inaccuracies, i likely know they're there and made stylistic choices vs. realism lol. just think of this as a grey's-like drama instead of something more realistic. 3) with all i know about medicine, i know nothing about pool. those inaccuracies are due to google.
been thinking about TimKon lately and since ive been apart of Jason Todd Week (even if I've been showing it here really badly 😓), and maybe I'll plan a timkon week for this year?? i checked around and the last time there was one was 2023, i think, and it could be nice with all the timkon stuff thats been floating around lately!
so.
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would you be interested in a TimKon week this year? (2025)
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Voting ended onJan 18, 2025
if theres already one in the works, let me know! i havent gotten the dates all set up yet, but i was thinking late July or early August! yknow, to give people time to plan but also enjoy summer for a bit !
