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Cancelled event
Due to the few responses I have received for this event, this year; I am going to cancel it, although I always keep requests open at any time for anyone who wants me to write something for them.
Lets see how next year goes
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March Day 22
Last gift for @tarlos-forever126. A lot of people asked me for a "fever" prompt and it hasn't easy write different things. But here's another one.
Title: Back to normal
Summary: During his first day back to work after TK's back home from the hospital, Carlos is worried something could wrong. He would never thought an emoji could really worry him.
Carlos had spent the entire morning of his first day back at work looking at his cell phone. He had spent the weekend asking TK if he was sure.
"I can take a few more days off. I don't have to go back to work so soon," he told him as they drove home after taking the walk with Willie on Sunday before dinner. "Mitchell and everyone else will understand, they ask me about you every day."
TK turned him around a different way to go home. They entered a park and he took Willie's leash off so he could take the last runs of the day before going home. He stepped in front of Carlos and took his hands.
"You were with me in the hospital when you thought I was going to die...waiting for me to die. That's something that..." He smiled and stroked Carlos' cheek and then kissed him. "I don't know how you were able to do something like that, it must have been... we've never really talked about it."
"You've had enough these past few weeks between ICU, getting out of the hospital and rehab." Carlos circled his waist and pulled TK tight against him. "I haven't found the time to talk about the worst two days of my life."
"That's why I want you to go back to work tomorrow." Carlos looked at him not quite understanding what his words meant. "You have nightmares some nights, you keep remembering those days because we haven't talked about it and I think you need a little time to yourself, at work, to not look at me and think that something horrible is going to happen to me or that I'm going to die from one moment to the next."
Carlos didn't say anything and TK didn't say anything else either.
When Carlos left the house Monday morning, he didn't tell TK that he was on edge, because he figured it wouldn't be easy for his boyfriend to stay home alone either. It was his first day alone in the loft, the first day alone after the accident. In a way, Carlos felt he didn't have the same right as TK to be nervous.
But Carlos didn't let the phone out of his hand all morning. All it took was one message, one emoji, one missed call by mistake and he would run home, come back to fuck a few more days and there would be no one to take him away from TK's side.
In the end there were no messages all morning.
"Should I be worried?" he asked Mitchell as they drove through town, patrolling.
"Why, because your boyfriend is quiet at home and hadn't bother you on your first day back to work?"
"I'm overreacting, aren't I?"
"You care about the person you love. That's normal and it's normal to be nervous. But trust me, you need to give it time. TK needs to know you trust him so he'll be able to trust himself."
Mitchell and Carlos had known each other for a long time but the truth was that they didn't have a relationship beyond that of two partners who spent half the day together chasing criminals. They didn't talk about their personal lives.
Maybe Carlos had shared more with her than his partner wanted to hear, but with everything that had happened since their relationship had exploded over the loft purchase, Mitchell was the only person, outside of his family and 126th, to tell how he felt.
"Okay, you're right. I'll leave him alone, but if at lunchtime he hasn't said anything to me... When we're both at work, TK keeps texting me about how the day is going, about the calls they've been to. And now that he's home and he knows I'm worried about him, he won't tell me anything."
Mitchell put his hand on his shoulder and Carlos laughed, figuring that if this was how he worried about his boyfriend, how much he was going to worry when he had to drop his future kids off at daycare.
The thought made him blush, although he didn't know if it showed because Mitchell didn't say anything.
By lunchtime, when they finally stopped at the usual cafeteria, Carlos still hadn't heard from TK.
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March day 22
My bingo is arriving to and end but I still have a couple more of gifts. This one is for @morganaspendragonss. Hope you like it.
Title. In the line of fire
Summary: When a sniper threatens the ambulance, Carlos will do whatever it takes to get TK and Nancy to safety.
"Babe."
"TK, please don't. Don't say it."
"I need to tell you, because this doesn't look good."
Carlos took a sharp breath and looked at the ambulance. It was close, just a few feet away from him, a short run would be enough to get to the door. But no matter how much he made it, he would never be able to get TK and Nancy out of there without the armed guy shooting down the street gunning him down. If he killed him he'd kill the two paramedics too.
"Carlos? You still there?"
"I'm here, tiger. I'm not going anywhere, mi amor."
"I love you so much, baby. You know that, right? It's in case I can't tell you again."
The sniper's shots echoed in Carlos' head doubly, from the street, even though they couldn't see the guy yet and didn't know where he was, and from the other end of the phone, along with TK and Nancy's screams.
"Ty! TK!"
"Sorry, I got scared."
"Are you okay, is Nancy okay?"
"We're fine, scared to death, that's for sure, but we're fine for the moment."
"Hang in there a little longer, we're about to get you out of there."
"Can I tell you now?"
"I know what you're going to tell me and I don't like it..."
TK was breathing heavily on the other end of the phone. It was normal for him to be scared to death. Carlos was and he was safe, surrounded by police officers who were there by the scene.
I couldn't imagine what TK must be going through.
The sniper had shot at the ambulance, blown out two tires and knocked the vehicle on its side. They had been looking for him for two days, for having committed a kidnapping at two fire stations from which he had managed to escape.
No one knew yet what his face looked like, how old he was, or why he was doing it.
"I just want to tell you that I love you very much and that whatever happens..."
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March Day 20
Last day of the Birthday Bingo. This story is for @taste-is-sweet. As usual hope you like it.
Title: The family I didn't know I was part of
Summary: Andrea's Birthday is coming next day but TK fainted because of his recovery from the ice accident. Carlos changed plans
"TK! TK!"
Carlos' voice began to reach him, but it sounded far away and with a horrible echo that was giving him a terrible headache. He tried to open his eyes, move his hands, arms and the rest of his body. But anything he tries to do hurt too much.
"TK, mi amor, can you hear me?" Carlos asked.
TK wanted to say yes, he wanted to say he was listening, that he was there, but his head was spinning and as soon as he opened his eyes, the light illuminating the room made him protest.
"TK."
"I'm here." TK closed his eyes again and held up his hand.
"That's it babe." Carlos gathered his boyfriend's hand between his own and kissed it, to get his attention.
"Can you open your eyes again Tee?"
Tommy's voice next to him caught him by surprise, but it didn't take him long to remember that Tommy had come to give him a quick check up. Since he had been released from the hospital, he had committed to having his captain visit him every other day for at least a month.
He had just had to faint on the day of the visit for Tommy to get worried and extend the visits, recommending that he extend his leave a little longer before returning to work.
He found himself staring at the ceiling, lying on the floor with a cushion under his head. Carlos was on one side, Tommy on the other, and they were both looking at him. Neither was hiding their concern.
"What... what happened?"
TK struggled to sit up, but didn't manage it without the help of Carlos, who carried him back to the couch where he had been sitting.
Slowly what had happened came back to his mind. They had decided to go out to dinner and wanted to invite Tommy over to thank him for all he had been doing for them those weeks. It couldn't have been easy for her to juggle working on the ambulance, taking care of her twins and at the same time taking care of him as an extra patient every other day.
But as he stood up; the room had begun to spin around him and before he could do anything everything was black.
"You've fainted. I think you got a little too excited about going to dinner with your boss." Tommy said with her best smile as she took TK's vitals, heart rate and everything she did every other day and had done that very day. Obviously it needed to be done again. "Everything looks good."
"Really? Tommy, that's the first time TK has ever fainted."
Carlos sat down on the couch, picked up TK's legs and placed them on top of his own. He started massaging them and massaging his feet and his boyfriend closed his eyes and purred.
The cop smiled and continued to stroke his legs.
"It's not uncommon to suffer from some sudden sugar crash or just the exhaustion of getting back to normal life You just need to get some rest for a couple of days and...."
"A couple of days?" TK sat up with a start, but Carlos forced himself to take it again. "Tomorrow is your mother's birthday, we have the whole surprise party set up and I have to pick up the cake."
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Title: The night took a wrong path
Summary: A nice Saturday evening, the first one Carlos and TK don't have to work and can be together. But TK knows something's wrong when Carlos has left the bar and doesn't answer his message.
Acknowledgement: Dear @lire-casander This work is also part yours. Thanks for being there and help. @morganaspendragonss Thansk for being my other beta and best supporter.
Notes: Be aware of the sort of selfharm, the angst and Hurt. This is a very heavy and difficult story with Carlos breaking down with a very heavy panic attack, hearing voices and everything.
I promise this story will have a happy ending.
If he asked him what had happened from the moment he met the two policemen until he crossed the door of his house, Carlos would say he didn't know. When those two guys had left him lying on the ground next to his car, he had stayed there, sitting down because his legs were nothing more than two bunches of huge flans that would not be able to keep him standing for a long time.
Nobody appeared around him, so he stayed there, hugging his body, his head buried between his legs and when he couldn't hold on any longer, he burst into tears.
The crying lasted a long time because he was afraid that someone would see him there, in that state, and ask him if he was well or what had happened. He did not want and could not give explanations.
More like an automaton than himself, he drove home. He was too nervous, but he was not aware of anything going on around him, so he simply followed his instinct that made him get home.
He was scared, scared to death, imagining what those guys could do to TK. He couldn't get it out of his head, he didn't care what they did to him, he was ready to fight, just like he had been in the alley Saturday night.
If TK hadn't shown up he surely would have ended up in the hospital with more broken bones than he could imagine but those two bastards wouldn't have gone down easy.
Everything was different now. Two homophobic racists, like the many he had met in his life, had turned into two hotheads capable of showing up at his house and doing something horrible to TK just for the sake of being with him.
It was no longer just about him, about his pride, about showing who he really was in front of those who were willing to hurt him to shut him up. Now it was about protecting TK, his father, his family. He was sure they would have no problem hurting any of the members of the 126th either if he tried to stand up to them.
As soon as he entered his apartment, that place he thought was safe for him and TK, his home was darkening in front of his eyes, it was becoming gray, dangerous, and the shadows of the two policemen watching him.
The shadows moved around him, they multiplied and he began to hear them. They whispered at his back, next to his ear and told him that they were watching him, that they were watching him all day, all the time.
"Tell someone about us and your boyfriend will pay for it."
"We know where you live."
"We know when your boyfriend will be home alone."
"Can you imagine what we would do to a face as pretty as his?"
"His face alone will be the first thing we touch."
Carlos let out a loud scream that the neighbors probably heard, but for the first time since they had lived there he didn't mind disturbing the neighbors. He covered his ears with his hands and bit his lip so as not to scream, and so that the pain and even the taste of his own blood would make the voices fade away.
It was hard to breathe, he knew well what a panic attack was because it was not the first one he suffered in his life and he needed to take off his jacket, most of his clothes because it was tight, it hurt and maybe that was what did not allow him to breathe.
He thought about preparing something to eat for TK when he arrived, but his hands were shaking, he thought about sitting in front of the TV but he was attacked with nerves, his whole body was shaking. He thought about sleeping... but sleep meant nightmares and the return of voices and shadows.
Finally he opted for a shower, that always made him feel good. Of course, the shower was good for a long day, for complicated days, for headaches, arguments at the police station, even after having had a little run-in with TK.
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March Day 18
We're getting to the end of the month but I still have some gifts to publish. This is one is is for @openbookish. Hope you like it
Title: My heart follows you
Summary: It wasn't the best moment to have a heart attack and Carlos even didn't know if it was a real heart attack. But it felt like it, it hurt like it. So he called TK for help.
Carlos wondered when criminals had become Olympic athletes who ran so fast. The guy in front of him had already turned five corners and was now running a few meters ahead of him showing no signs of being tired. He, on the other hand, was exhausted and starting to get short of breath, but he wasn't going to let it go.
Now it was all about pride and proving that he had what it took to become a detective. The exam was getting dangerously close and he had to prove that he was better than the other fellows who were applying for the position.
In his precinct there was only one open position for detective, in the city there were two other open positions. O'Brien had always told him that there was the possibility of applying for a position in another larger city.
But Carlos did not want to move. Going to another city meant sitting down with TK and deciding if they wanted to move together. But he didn't want to force TK to leave his firehouse because he wanted to be a detective. He knew how hard it had taken him boyfriend to find his place and he knew that 126th, the squad and the ambulance along with Tommy and Nancy, were his home. He would never make him decide between him and his job.
He could leave on his own, too, until an opening came up in Austin. They would still be together, seeing each other on their days off. Although if it was hard enough to juggle their schedules and shifts now that they worked in the same city, he didn't want to imagine how complicated it would be to work and live a good part of the week in different places.
Besides, they had just bought a house together and Carlos wanted to spend the rest of his life and the rest of his days with TK.
He hadn't told his boyfriend, but Carlos Reyes was on edge, desperate to get the detective position at his police station, no matter what it took.
So he didn't stop running, he wasn't going to stop until he stopped that guy and took him to the police station. He ran when he felt his chest start to burn and he ran when he knew he had to stop.
His legs shook and suddenly he was about to fall to the ground, but he managed to stay on his feet and tried to keep running, even though it was a bad idea because he could still see the guy in front of him, tired like him. He could still catch him.
And suddenly his heart started beating so hard that it seemed about to burst out of his chest, it was hurting him, it had left him breathless and for the first time he discovered what it was like to suffer palpitations.
He staggered on his feet and had to lean against the nearest wall to keep from falling to the floor.
He put his hand to his chest, he had never had heart problems, maybe that's why he was so scared when he thought that this heartbeat was not normal. He noticed that his legs were shaking, possibly from the tiredness of the run he was not used to, or maybe from something worse.
Something like a blow to the heart made him sit down on the floor. He picked up the phone and called TK. He didn't want to call 911 because he knew it would lead to an investigation. It was the last thing he needed to get the detective job.
"Hey, babe. How was your day?"
"Could be going better. Listen, Ty, are you free?"
"I'm at the firehouse with the ambulance, why?" Carlos groaned, not wanting to scare his boyfriend over the phone, but by now TK knew him well enough to recognize that there was something wrong with his voice. "Carlos, babe, what's wrong?"
"I think I'm having a heart attack."
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March Day 17
So, this is going to be also a long story and a very hard one
Title: How to survive the thunder's threaths
Summary: One day Carlos' life was perfect, he had just been promoted to detective, he had the man of his life by his side, he and TK were happy, they had the house of their dreams. You could say there was nothing that could make him happier.
But that day, the past crossed his path, the darkest months of his life and the ones he had managed to hide the best. Donovan, his ex, the man who had broken him in every possible way seemed back in his life and without realizing it, the security of the perfect life began to crumble.
Notes: Pay close attention to this story because it may touch on many triggers.
I am dealing with a very serious topic such as abusive relationships and domestic abuse. Let no one think that I am capable of putting something like this between TK and Carlos because I would never do something like this to either character.
The abusive relationship is part of Carlos' past, because I wanted to explore his personality, why he is a "control freak", why he has the ability to blame himself for everything that goes out of his control and suddenly this story came out.
First of all, I am taking it with all the seriousness and respect that it may need for everyone who is going through or has gone through something like this. I want to put light because this story has a happy ending, TK is there for Carlos and no matter how hard it is, no matter how many obstacles you can find nothing will break this couple and the love they have for each other.
And I leave you total freedom to hate and ask me to do all possible evils to this original character that I have created, Donovan, as Carlos' ex.
Picking up the phone, TK did not recognize the phone number he was being called from.
He was in the middle of an extremely boring shift in which, thankfully, nothing had happened, and he still had three hours to go. Between Nancy and him they had already cleaned the ambulance from top to bottom, replenished all the medications, and set about preparing the food.
"TK Strand?"
"Who's asking?"
"I'm calling from St. David's North Austin Medical Center. You're the emergency contact for Carlos Reyes, right?"
TK dropped the knife in his hand on the counter and took a few directionless steps through the kitchen, under the watchful eyes of his coworkers. Mateo, who was lending Nancy a hand, motioned Paul and Marjan closer. Nancy approached her companion, it was easy to see that he had suddenly turned pale.
"Yes, it's my... I'm his boyfriend."
"Carlos was admitted twenty minutes ago after being involved in a vehicle accident."
"What?" TK's voice echoed throughout the barracks and the few who hadn't yet noticed that something odd was going on, like Owen and Judd, stopped what they were doing to notice him. "What do you mean a vehicle, are you saying Carlos has been hit, where is he?"
He felt stupid when the other man's voice repeated the hospital's name back to him.
"They're running a few more tests on him, but it looks like it was a minor accident. A blow to the ribs. He's come in unconscious because he hit his head when he hit the ground."
"No...no.... I'm on my way." TK spun around on himself not knowing what to do. He hated having so many eyes on him, all wordlessly asking him what was going on. "But... He said he was unconscious... he hit his head when he fell. I'm a paramedic and..."
"Mr. Strand, I can assure you that Carlso is in the best of hands."
TK nodded as if the man could see him.
After putting the phone down and after a couple of seconds feeling numb to the idea that Carlos had been run over, he listened to the voices around him. Owen offered to drive him to the hospital, while Tommy told him to end his shift and leave with Carlos.
Father and son didn't talk much during the fifteen minutes they were in the car. Owen shot several glances at TK, but his son didn't notice. He was staring blankly out the other side of the window. He had too many ideas about what had happened and none were better than the others.
If that maniac had done something to his boyfriend, TK would lose what little control he had over himself those days, seek him out and kill him. But he was sure he had had something to do with the accident. It was easier to think that the maniac who had hurt Carlos in the past, and who was now back in his life, had caused him to get run over than to think that Carlos had been clueless or any other possibility.
He got out of the car while Owen looked for parking and went straight to the emergency room. He asked for Carlos and looked around; if he found him first, he would skip any kind of security or procedure and go straight for him.
"Follow me, please." he was told by a middle-aged, smiling nurse who would normally be able to reassure him.
This was not the case, but TK agreed to follow him and, for the fifteen seconds it took to get to the box they had placed him in, TK didn't breathe; it was amazing how many movies he was able to make in his head, images of how bad his boyfriend might look or whatever the doctor would later tell him.
The nurse pulled back the curtain and TK let out a long sigh as she saw Carlos lying there. To the naked eye he was fine, but as a paramedic he knew there were a lot of injuries, a lot of internal problems that could mean getting hit by a car.
But, thankfully, Carlos smiled at him and that always took away almost all the ailments and fears that ran through him... If he thought about it, though, he had never felt so afraid for his boyfriend's safety.
"TK, I told them not to call you. You didn't need to come."
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March Day 16
I have past the middle of the month. So lets go with another gift. This is for @meloingly.
It's a bit special because we have Carlos talking Spanish having fever.
Title: Speaking tonges... about love.
Summary: When he has a high fever, Carlos only speaks Spanish, and he talks about marriage and children, but TK doesn't understand almost a word
TK sighed as he heard Carlos coughing in bed. He slept, slept the three times he had heard him with the coughing fit. But the fever had spiked enough to have him sleeping the whole time, almost unconscious.
"Damn flu," TK thought.
With how quickly he had passed it. Carlos always laughed when TK told him that he had a very strong immune system and defenses and a simple flu was nothing to him. Two days in bed and then good as new. Carlos was going through his third day, the worst day of the fever. He had not been able to get out of bed, he had barely woken up in the morning; he had hardly eaten anything and what little he had managed to get into his stomach he had ended up throwing up almost immediately.
His fever had spiked so high that for a moment TK thought about calling the emergency room. He wasn't happy about spending the rest of the day in the hospital at Carlos' bedside, but his fever was bordering on extreme.
In the end he had called Tommy. He hated to bother her on her day off, but seeing her show up with the twins, worried about Uncle Carlos, ready to fix something to eat for the two of them as their father had taught them and to be nurses for one of their favorite uncles, so endeared TK to her that she couldn't tell them they'd better stay home to avoid catching anything.
"The fever is high," Tommy said as they left the bedroom. "But we're going to monitor him, if he has no lung problems, no trouble breathing and the vomiting only happens when he eats something, he should be fine, for the time being."
"Sorry to bother you on your day off, Captain."
"We're off work, so please call me Tommy. Besides, I care about you guys and the girls too. When they heard me talking on the phone with you, they went crazy saying they wanted to come with me."
TK sighed and plopped down on the couch. He hadn't slept much during the night. Every time he closed his eyes he imagined something horrible happening to Carlos because he was asleep, so he'd spent most of the night awake watching him, searching the internet for fever-reducing home remedies and the like to keep himself entertained, though he'd ended up watching a couple of series on Netflix on his cell phone with his headphones on.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep? The girls and I will stay as long as it takes."
"No need. Andrea, Carlos' mom, just told me she's on her way. She's bringing us food, which means we'll have a full fridge for two weeks." Tommy smiled and nodded. "I'm not complaining, cooking isn't my thing and while it's bad I don't want Carlos doing anything, let alone spending hours cooking."
"TK..." Carlos' voice made them both alert.
The paramedic approached the door to the room. Carlos had his eyes open, he was looking at him and his hand outstretched towards him to get his attention. TK walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Good morning, my sleeping beauty." He moved to his boyfriend's forehead and gave him a kiss. He was burning and would give anything to notice that he was coming down and slowly getting better, but Tommy had told her, with a fever this high, it would take time for improvement to come. "Would you like me to make you some tea to settle your stomach a little?"
"¿Te he dicho ya lo mucho que te quiero?"
TK wondered if he was the one with the fever now, because he had just heard Carlos speak to him in Spanish. of which he had only understood "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Es nuestro fin de semana libre y tines que hacer de enfermero para limpiarme el vómito."
TK understood even less of what his boyfriend had just said. He understood Spanish words and had studied it in school. Carlos had said he'd be happy to teach his whenever he wanted, but they didn't have that much free time together to get into studying and practicing a language.
"Hold on, I'm going to need help. Don't move."
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March Day 14
Lets go with one day more. This is story si for @tarlos-forever126. Hope you like it. It's one of my first domestic fluff with the "hidden injuriy" prompt. So hope it's nice enough.
Title: That damned sentence
Summary: The day TK thinks he has terminal cancer because he has seen it on the internet, is when he decides to tell Carlos the cursed phrase. "We need to talk."
Throwing up everything he ate was starting to become a situation that only made TK nervous. He had already tried everything; changing his diet, eating at other times, relaxation, yoga, he had even taken a look at the healthier eating pages his father read about macrobiotic food and the like.
But the nausea would come at breakfast, lunch and dinner and half the time she would end up throwing it all up.
It wasn't easy to keep anyone at 126, not Tommy or Nancy or much less his father and Carlos from finding out, because all it would do would be to worry or worse, scare them, when he didn't even know what was wrong with him.
He spent a whole day on the internet trying to find out what was wrong with him, but realized too late that that was anything but a good idea. Because, from the first few pages he found about indigestion, it talked about cats eating hairballs and how some humans did the same thing. That almost made him vomit without having eaten anything, they had ended up showing him the most horrible pictures about stomach tumors and other cancers related to the digestive system.
He had nightmares about it for two days, both about the pictures that had jumped out at him on the internet and the idea that some of those things that looked like creatures from another planet were taking over his body.
He wasn't a hypochondriac, never had been, but now he couldn't help but get a bigger and bigger ball in his head about how bad things could get if he really did have stomach cancer.
The internet said it was deadly most of the time, painful most of the time and difficult, if not impossible, to operate on in many cases. The operation also meant a long and painful recovery, which meant taking time off work, being on sick leave... as long as he survived all that.
What would happen to Carlos if he had to go through all that? His boyfriend didn't deserve such suffering. Not after how painful their breakup had been, after he had almost seen him die after the accident on the ice. No, Carlos deserved a happy, peaceful life, not to be the caretaker of a cancer patient.
"Carlos, babe, tonight I'd like to talk to you."
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March Day 14
Lets go with one day more. This is story si for @tarlos-forever126. Hope you like it. It's one of my first domestic fluff with the "hidden injuriy" prompt. So hope it's nice enough.
Title: That damned sentence
Summary: The day TK thinks he has terminal cancer because he has seen it on the internet, is when he decides to tell Carlos the cursed phrase. "We need to talk."
Throwing up everything he ate was starting to become a situation that only made TK nervous. He had already tried everything; changing his diet, eating at other times, relaxation, yoga, he had even taken a look at the healthier eating pages his father read about macrobiotic food and the like.
But the nausea would come at breakfast, lunch and dinner and half the time she would end up throwing it all up.
It wasn't easy to keep anyone at 126, not Tommy or Nancy or much less his father and Carlos from finding out, because all it would do would be to worry or worse, scare them, when he didn't even know what was wrong with him.
He spent a whole day on the internet trying to find out what was wrong with him, but realized too late that that was anything but a good idea. Because, from the first few pages he found about indigestion, it talked about cats eating hairballs and how some humans did the same thing. That almost made him vomit without having eaten anything, they had ended up showing him the most horrible pictures about stomach tumors and other cancers related to the digestive system.
He had nightmares about it for two days, both about the pictures that had jumped out at him on the internet and the idea that some of those things that looked like creatures from another planet were taking over his body.
He wasn't a hypochondriac, never had been, but now he couldn't help but get a bigger and bigger ball in his head about how bad things could get if he really did have stomach cancer.
The internet said it was deadly most of the time, painful most of the time and difficult, if not impossible, to operate on in many cases. The operation also meant a long and painful recovery, which meant taking time off work, being on sick leave... as long as he survived all that.
What would happen to Carlos if he had to go through all that? His boyfriend didn't deserve such suffering. Not after how painful their breakup had been, after he had almost seen him die after the accident on the ice. No, Carlos deserved a happy, peaceful life, not to be the caretaker of a cancer patient.
"Carlos, babe, tonight I'd like to talk to you."
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March day 13
I still have a few stories to share with the people that has asked me for promts. This is one is for @taste-is-sweet.
The prompt for this one is Hallucinations and I decided to make it really fluff. Hope you enjoy it.
Title: Keep your truth and tell me lies
Summary: A dragon that turns into TK a shiny sword that transforms into a wooden spoon and a feverish day that makes Carlos live in a fantasy story.
The dragon's roar woke Carlos up. He sat up dizzily and as he put his feet on the floor his whole body shivered from the cold. He stood up, the whole room spun around him. Suddenly he felt like he was inside a tornado and wondered if perhaps the dragon had been able to lift his house and blow it into the air.
Getting to the door was the most complicated effort he had ever made in his entire life. Between that, the nausea and the trembling in his legs that almost made his fall to the floor, he thought he wouldn't make it all the way to the kitchen.
The hallway became twice as long as it normally was in front of his eyes. Now he was really convinced that there was some kind of impossible magic in his house. The floor was moving, the walls were shaking and the dragon was getting closer because he heard its loud footsteps on the floor approaching.
He tried to open the refrigerator, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking.
He growled loudly and punched the fridge door, but all he managed to do was hurt himself.
The dragon's new roar made him shudder. Maybe instead of drinking water he had to run out of the house and... TK... TK was home, he was studying in the other room. He had told him he would spend all morning preparing for the lieutenant's exam.
Could it be possible that he hadn't heard the dragon? How could his husband not hear a dragon walking around the house, roaring and probably spewing fire and smoke from its mouth?
TK must have had his headphones on, he always studied with music, he said it helped him relax. Carlos nodded to himself, and stopped trying to fight the force field around the fridge to go in search of his husband and save him from the dragon that wanted to devour them both.
His footsteps sounded louder and louder and the floor rumbled, as he had always imagined it happened in all the Jurassic Park movies, and right now he felt the same fear that a huge lizard was about to devour her husband. He had to save him, because it was what he was best at, saving TK.
He had done it so many times, he had done it in so many different ways. Ever since they had met, he had taken it upon herself to take care of TK. There had been no need for him to tell him about his problems, about his addictions and his fears. From the very moment his gaze had met TK's that first night, he had known he would give his life for him, even if he had to face a huge dragon.
He left leaning against the wall, it was hard to breathe and he could feel the beads of sweat running down his forehead and down his back already. Since when was it so complicated to walk around his own house?
One more roar from the dragon, his footsteps getting closer and closer. It was at his back when before it was in front of him. A dragon was big enough not to be the fastest and most unobtrusive critter.
But if he had to face it, he would, even if it bit his head off, even if it could eat him whole.
"You're not going to hurt TK, did you hear me, you big, nasty bug?"
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March Day 10
Sorry for the delay, but I didn't forgot about yestarday. I have a new story to share with @rangergurlgleek1211. Hope you enjoy it.
Title: I opened my eyes and saw you
Summary: With one hand he grabbed his arm, pulled on it to make him lose his balance, which was effortless because he was squatting, and with the other he put a rag or something similar over his face covering his nose and mouth.
The sweet smell that reached almost to his brain, allowed him to recognize in the few seconds he was conscious, that it was chloroform, that the stranger was knocking him unconscious. He tried to struggle, but his assailant was behind him and he could barely notice that he was elbowing him in some part of his body.
The day had been exhausting. TK yawned and finished gathering his things, put them in the bag and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked awful, dark circles under his eyes down to his cheekbones and skin so pale it was almost transparent. The shower had done him good and had managed to wash away the burning smell of the truck he'd had to crawl under to get the guy who'd been trapped out, but even so, he could still feel it all around him, all over him and everywhere.
He didn't want to come home like this, Carlos was going to worry, and as much as he loved his boyfriend's care and letting her choose what he wanted to eat to make him feel better, he just wanted to spend a quiet night on the couch with him.
TK: I'm on my way out now. I'll be home in twenty minutes.
Carlos: Actually I'm five minutes from the firehouse.
TK: Are you coming to pick me up?
TK: But you didn't have to. You've had a double shift at the station, you must be exhausted.
Carlos: I am, but you know I don't like you coming home alone at this hour.
TK: I'm not eight years old. I can defend myself.
Carlos: But you're tired.
TK: I'm exhausted. (TK added a snorting emoji) I'm going to need one of your miracle back rubs.
Carlos: You'll get it, tiger, you'll get all you want. But first let's have dinner.
TK: That sounds like a date.
Carlos: That sounds like it's been six months since you moved back in with me and I want to celebrate with you.
TK looked at the date on the phone. He had worked so hard those days that he had lost track of time. But Carlos was right. It had already been six months since they had moved back in together, in the new loft, in his house.
He smiled at the thought. Rarely had a place felt like her real home. Between his parents' separate houses after the divorce, the New York apartment he'd barely set foot in, and the house in Austin he'd felt dragged to by his father, it hadn't been until he'd moved in the first time with Carlos that he'd felt a house like home. However short-lived it had been because of the fire.
But now he could tell that her life was as close to perfect as she had ever imagined.
TK: You're not going to tell me where you're taking me for dinner, are you?
Carlos: I'll see you in five minutes.
TK clicked his tongue as he laughed. He couldn't adore this man any more. He had to ask her to marry him, if only because he was afraid of screwing up again like last time.
"See you tomorrow," He said to his colleages as he went downstairs and approached the door to wait for Carlos.
He leaned against the wall and fiddled with his cell phone as he waited for Carlos to arrive when he heard a groan coming from around the corner caught his attention.
He put the cell phone in his pocket and headed that way. It wasn't the first time that drug addicts, the occasional pregnant woman and some troubled people had come to the barracks for help. He was used to that.
The moaning was repeated, followed by a male voice, but barely audible, saying, "Please help me."
"Hey, hey, if you're in trouble, you can come into the barracks. I'm sure we can help you," TK said as he approached.
The street was narrow and they had always complained that it was poorly lit, especially at night, but it was his damned instinct to have to save and protect everyone that made him move a little closer when the voice, now coming from a lump moving sitting on the wall, moaned again.
"Dude, please help me, I don't know what's wrong with me but it hurts so much."
"What does hurts?" asked TK a couple of feet away from the man.
He was so curled up on the ground, it wasn't easy to see him.
"My stomach, just now I started to feel like someone was squeezing it and I can't move."
TK: Could we go a few minutes later to the restaurant? I think we're going to take a guy in trouble to the hospital.
Carlos. Tiger...
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Here are a few lines of one of the stories I'm working on nowadays. It started as a birthday gift for a @lire-casander but we fell in love with the story and now its growing.
"What do you mean you don't want to report?" asked TK as soon as he closed the front door, his tone of voice a little more aggressive than he would have liked to use. "Babe. Those two bastards would have... I don't know what they would have done to you if I didn't show up, and something tells me they didn't seem to have much intention of letting us go. We have to... you have to report them."
Carlos walked silently to the couch, but instead of sitting down he kept walking to the window. TK followed him, he knew him well enough to know that Carlos wasn't the most talkative person in the world, but so much silence wasn't normal either.
He wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and kissed his neck pressing herself as tightly against him as she could.
"I'm sorry, my love. When my head gets hot I don't think straight." Almost without realizing it, he squeezed Carlos' body tighter and not shivering was complicated. "When I saw you there, against the wall and those two guys... I got really scared, I'm still scared."
Carlos turned around and took TK's cheeks between his hands.
"Did you get scared my boy? TK, I've seen their faces when they saw you. They would have been capable of anything. They would have hurt you very badly and I can't let that happen again."
"Is that why you don't want to report? You can't always think about protecting me, baby. It's pissed them off that you're a cop, that you're not perfectly white like them, and that you're gay. The only problem I've ever posed for them is being your boyfriend. Who's more exposed to danger with those people around, you or me?"
Carlos answered by hugging TK until he could hardly breathe and pushed him down onto the bed, in between kisses and caresses. TK burst out laughing, he liked his boyfriend's way of trying to throw him off the scent so as not to talk about something uncomfortable, but at the same time he knew they had to talk about it.
If it wasn't for the fact that Carlos was the most persuasive man TK had ever met in his life when their bodies touched the bed, he would have been able to continue the discussion to convince Carlos that it was a good idea to report his fellow cops.
Fortunately, Carlos had the next day off so he was able to rest and recover from the bruises to avoid questions at the police station. TK, however, had a night shift at the firehouse.
"Have you thought about using some makeup base to cover up..." TK poked his head out of the bathroom to look at Carlos who was reading on the couch with a bottle of beer on the table. "What's wrong?"
"You never told me you wore makeup," TK said with a smile that tried to hide a laugh. "Is there something you haven't told me, Carlos? Because I didn't make you sel type who wears any kind of makeup or eyeliner."
Carlos threw a cushion at TK, which he avoided with no trouble.
"So you don't have a personal stash of makeup and wigs for your old shows of...?"
"TK! I'm serious."
TK walked back out of the bathroom and made his way to the couch, wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck from the back and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Me too. Because if you're going to be performing next year on RuPaul Drag Race, I want to be the first to know."
Carlos stared at him, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to lay on the couch on top of him.
March Day 9
Lets go with the gift of the day. This one is my first "amnesia" fic and it goes to @openbookish. Hope you like it.
Title: Sometimes is better not to remember
Summary: Carlos thought that the danger was the man chasing his car, he thought that if he swerved, everything would be fine. But the car went down the embankment and TK woke up in the hospital with a "simple" neck pain, while the doctor told him that Carlos might never walk again. Then came the amnesia.
TK woke up before Carlos did. He had gotten used to it, because he didn't want his boyfriend to realize how much his back, neck and especially his head hurt after having been in a bad position.
Luckily, Carlos was still sleeping, the painkillers were making him sleep much more than usual and also the first rehab sessions left him exhausted although worse left him uncertain if he could walk again or was doing all that work for nothing.
TK sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Carlos' cheek. Luckily the bruises on his boyfriend's cheekbone and jaw were almost completely gone. If it weren't for the fact that Carlos was strapped into the damn wheelchair that no one had assured them he could get out of, TK would feel (almost) at ease.
Carlos winced, although by now TK knew that these were nightmares, dreams, or his brain's attempts to remember what had happened that fateful night that had changed everything.
A part of TK was happy that Carlos had erased what had happened from his mind, as if it had never happened; on the other hand, it was hard for him to go around all day making excuses about what had happened, the supposed accident, the supposed bad weather, the supposed bad visibility of the road and that same slippery road.
None of that had happened, the weather had had nothing to do with his car going down an embankment, leaving Carlos crushed and TK badly injured. Although after all, his only problem was a cervical problem that occasionally gave him a headache. It couldn't compare to Carlos' condition.
"I can't tell you the truth," TK had told his father, Andrea and Gabriel the day he had made the decision to keep the secret forever.
It had been two days after he himself had woken up in the hospital, while waiting for Carlos to have his third operation. The operation on his legs had been the hardest, because if they didn't do it perfectly, if they didn't fit all the pieces, all the bones and everything in place, any chance of Carlos walking again was doomed. The second operation had been to set his spine properly. The third had been to fix his hip.
He had been left in an induced coma for all that time. The doctors had told them about the terrible pain of keeping him awake until the operations were over and had told them that no painkiller could take it all away.
Knowing he was almost well, with everything his boyfriend was going through, put TK in a very bad mood those days, and although he hadn't said anything out loud because it wasn't the best comment she could make, he was grateful to know that the bastard who had run them off the road was between life and death.
When he learned that he survived, TK's relief was even greater because it meant that if he got out of the hospital he would go straight to jail for attempted murder.
TK was kept under observation for two days, the blow he had taken to his neck and head had worried the doctors. He was forced to wear a neck brace for a week but was warned that he would probably have chronic headaches.
Nothing mattered as long as the same doctors could not assure him that Carlos would walk again.
When Carlos woke up for the first time, the doctors realized that something had happened that no one had foreseen, but which apparently was always a possibility.
"TK?" was the first thing Carlos said when he woke up.
"I'm here, my love." TK sat up in bed and caressed his boyfriend's cheeks. "You don't know how happy I am to see you awake. I was so afraid."
"Why are you crying, what happened, what are you afraid of?"
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March day 8
New day, new gift.
Title: I can only move my eyes but I see you
Summary: After the accident on the TK ice, rehabilitation and medication followed. A few days later, the paralysis crises began, isolated but terrifying events that left him locked in his own body. Fortunately Carlos is always there to help him out of this state and take care of him.
"TK, my love. I know you can hear me, but I also know you're scared," Carlos said, sitting on the bed, his legs crossed and glued to TK so that at some point he could feel him next to him and his hands, as the doctor had told him, with TK's between his own. "I'm here, okay? As always, I'm here with you."
Carlos kissed his boyfriend's hand several times, in the quietest way he could find within himself. He sat up again and stroked TK's hair as he looked into his eyes and smiled at him, to do his best to make TK calm down.
He had woken up hearing TK's moans next to him.
The first time it had happened, it had been still in the hospital and Charles almost felt grateful. That night, which he was sure he would never forget in his entire life, he had soon fallen asleep shortly after TK had fallen asleep as well.
The first few rehab sessions were very hard and left him exhausted quickly. That night he had barely had a bite to eat at dinner, he just wanted to sleep and the truth was that Carlos needed it too.
But TK's moans woke him up with a start. Looking in the direction of his boyfriend's bed, TK's eyes were open, though he wasn't sure if he was awake. He wasn't moving or, what was the same thing, he couldn't move.
Carlos approached, sat on the edge of the bed and realized that TK's whole body was tense, he was trying to move, but was unable to do so. He could not move a single muscle. His only movement was that of his eyes and the vocal cords with which he could only moan.
That night the doctor had spoken to them for the first time about sleep paralysis, which TK had never suffered before and which could be caused by some of the medications he was taking and above all by the stress his body was suffering daily since he had woken up from the coma that had almost cost him his life.
Since then, Carlos began to study the subject, he had to be prepared for the next time it happened. Because he knew that this was the beginning of something over which he had control.
Seeing TK like this from time to time was terrifying, although he knew it would be much more terrifying for his boyfriend to wake up like this when it happened. Feeling trapped in his own body must have been absolutely horrible and the only thing Carlos could do to help him was what he was doing now and had gotten used to doing.
Fortunately the seizures had become more and more sporadic. As his body was recovering and his mind was feeling more focused, the nights were calmer for TK and on the rebound for Carlos. Although they still returned from time to time.
"My boy. TK, listen to my voice, follow my voice, remember how it always helps? Think of my voice as a rope you can grab onto to pull yourself out of the dark and terrible place you're in."
Carlos squeezed TK's hand again, kissed it and rested his other hand on his boyfriend's chest to listen to his heart. He knew that as he began to relax, the rest of his body and brain would follow suit.
"I'm not moving from here until you're really okay, you know that, don't you, my love?"
TK shifted his eyes in Carlos' direction and let out a grunt as if he wanted to agree with him and Carlos smiled.
"That's it, baby. Little by little. You're home with me." The little ball of white fur that was Willie, the dog Carlos had adopted to help TK with his therapy, climbed onto the bed and walked slowly up to TK's face, who began to lick his cheek to get his attention as well. "You're with us. It's all right...everything's going to be okay, you had a nightmare, you woke up and got scared."
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March Day 7
Sorry I'm late but I'm here publishing nex day of my Birthday Month. This oneshot is for @meloingly for the "trope" Hidden Injury".
Hope you like it
Title: If you don't leave it alone, it will never go away
Summary: Carlos should have looked at that wound, but it was just a stupid scratch after all. What was the worst that could happen?
Carlos got out of the shower and turned around. He protested because of the damn back strain that neither the massages nor the days of partying had managed to get rid of. There was also the cut he had gotten in the abandoned factory the night before. It hurt, but it didn't look so bad, it would heal in a couple of days. There was nothing to worry about.
Besides he knew TK would be worried as soon as he told him he had a wound no matter how small. He had gone into paramedic mode as soon as he had told her that his back hurt. He had started searching the internet for how to help, what was the best cream and massage that could best loosen up his muscles. He had looked for doctors' opinions and in the end Carlos had had to assure her that she was fine and to calm down.
He only had to tell him that he had a wound that he had not had a chance to heal and to which he had not given too much importance.
He let it be, anyway he had to hurry to get to the police station in time for work. The rest of the day passed as usual, with intermittent pains in his back due to the muscle that did not feel like healing, but at least he did not have any important calls, no chase, or anything that involved a significant physical effort.
Coming home that night, TK was out, working all night.
They hated those cross shifts where they barely saw each other for days and although they both loved their jobs sometimes he wished he could stop time to be with his boyfriend.
Carlos was especially happy being a cop and he knew it had been TK's destiny to be a paramedic, so as much as he didn't like the idea of going days at a time without seeing his boyfriend, he was proud of the couple they had formed.
He certainly would have preferred to snuggle with his boyfriend on the couch, though he didn't want to be a nuisance to TK. Owen had taught them a lot about natural remedies and creams, he was sure TK would have something handy to be able to put on the wound, though it wasn't stopping hurting, rather it was starting to get more and more annoying, red that looked more like purple and by the time he had managed to get his fingers over it, it was starting to swell. But he was too tired to worry about it and fell asleep almost as soon as he laid his head on the bed.
Getting up the next day was, almost, complicated. He felt sick, stared at the ceiling, and it took him a moment to realize that TK was curled up next to him. Usually he noticed, no matter how tired he was and no matter how late it was, when TK came home from work. Not that night.
He tried to stand up without TK noticing, but couldn't help but groan from the whiplash of pain in his back.
"Babe? Is everything okay?" asked TK in a sleepy voice.
Carlos noticed that he slid down on the bed to reach him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He smiled as he noticed a kiss from TK on the small of his back and feared he would notice the wound and become alert.
"I'm starting to count down the days until the next vacation."
"It's getting closer now, and since you say so, we should start thinking about where we want to go."
Carlos turned around, smiled, trying to hide the pain.
"Go where?"
"On vacation." TK stood up, knelt down and rested his head on his shoulder. "I intend to spend a few amazing days with you, away from Austin. Even if it's in a cabin, in the woods twenty miles from here. So go think about where you want us to go."
Carlos turned around a little, his back ached, but he restrained himself, stroked TK's cheek and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Tonight we're thinking about the vacations."
"Is that a promise?"
Carlos replied with another kiss.
"Promise:"
Carlos took a shower, not as fast as he would have liked, because if the day before moving normally was complicated, now he realized that every simple movement was almost an agony that made it a little complicated to breathe.
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