From the medical prompts list - delirium for Ava (any setting/fic of your choice) <3
Thank you for the submission! This fic contains drug addiction and withdrawal. It takes place in my brand-new addict!ava rheesker au!
Peripherally Inserted Central Catheter - addict!ava, rheesker (rhodes/reese/bekker)
(A/N) idk if i like this but whatever, enjoy! first rheesker fic!
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"Ava, do you know where you are?"
"Med..." She slurred, drooling onto her vomit-covered chin. Her left shoulder jerked forward repetitively a few times, and she moaned.
"Ava, you're at my apartment, can you tell me what you took?" Connor spoke in a stable, yet urgent, tone, "I can't help you unless you tell me what you took."
"Why are you in my house?" Ava hardly moved her blue-tinged lips when she spoke, making her speech practically incoherent. Connor looked around for any clues, rolling up the blonde's sleeves for bruising.
No fucking way.
"Ava, just head over to my place. I know your lease doesn't end for another week, but there's no reason for you to sleep on that air mattress when I have a perfectly good apartment you can sleep at."
Instead of the expected bruising from an injection site, he found something horrifying: A janky PICC line in her bicep.
"Ava, where did you get this PICC line?" He prompted, shaking her shoulder to get her attention, "Did you put this in yourself?"
It certainly didn't seem like the work of a premier surgeon, who he happened to know excelled in central line placement, but putting one in by herself would have been a whole other ball game. Impossible, certainly impossible without an X-ray machine.
The PICC line was certainly not the greatest work - If a doctor did that to a patient, he'd be out of a job. There was blood leaking out from around the catheter, clotting up under the clear dressing.
There was trash in the area; The remnants of a saline flush and a heparin flush, a dressing change kit, a used swab cap, three unlabeled syringes (presumably from whatever drug she had used), a used Biopatch, and all the packaging from those supplies.
"Siri, text Sarah," He yelled frantically, running for the package of Narcan, and his keys.
"What would you like to say to Sarah?"
"Ava overdosed, giving Narcan and taking her to med. Meet us in the ER," Connor barked. He ripped open the box, grabbed an auto-injector, and pulled it out of it's case to start the instructional audio.
"Okay, it's sent."
He pulled off the red safety guard once he got back to Ava. He placed the end on her outer thigh shakily, and pressed down as hard as he could. He felt it click. Ava grunted.
"5," The pen's voice started, "4, 3," Connor stared at Ava's face, "2, 1. Injection complete."
Connor moved up to her chest, administering a rough sternal rub. Ava's eyes flickered open, "What the fuck?"
"Glad you're here Avie, let's get you to Med," Connor threaded one arm under her arms and one arm under her knees and lifted.
"No, no... I don't need Med, stop..."
"Is that... Coke?" Connor asked, in shock. Ava looked up at him once she was done, and shook her head. She sniffled a little bit.
"Low dose of Oxycodone," She said, "My doctor prescribed it because..." She paused for a moment, "I get crazy pain on my period."
Connor raised an eyebrow, "You have opioids for... Period pain?"
"You wouldn't get it."
Connor carried her into the waiting room, and through the doors.
"Connor?!"
"Ava Bekker, IV drug overdose, had one dose of Narcan and woke up, passed out en route."
Maggie was shocked, "Treatment three..? Uh... Will, treatment three."
"And page Sarah!"
"Dr. Charles said that high functioning addicts are one of the most dangerous types of addicts, because they are less likely to see that they have a problem and seek help."
"Sarah, I'm not an addict."
"Hey, I just got your text what... How?"
"Something IV. We're waiting on the tox screen. Er... Look at this," Connor scooted closer to the bed, and rolled up Ava's sleeve, showing Sarah the janky PICC line.
"She got... She got a central line? What doctor would-"
"She placed it herself, Sarah."
Sarah's mouth fell open. She looked at the sleeping Ava on the hospital bed, held her hands up in front of her, "Wait," She shook her head. Tears welled up in her eyes, "Wait, Ava, we went out to dinner last night, she bought a bottle of some... fancy wine, she came back to my place, she helped me pack, we were supposed to move in, what is going on!?"
"Sarah, she's being treated, she's going to be fine," Connor looked up at Sarah, "She's going to get to go home."
"I'm not letting her come home," Sarah said sharply, "Not until she goes to rehab and comes out sober. AND enrolls in outpatient care."
"You sound so angry," He looked up at her, "We knew this would happen, we talked about it. We've even talked about it with Ava. Why do you sound so surprised?"
Sarah shrugged and rolled her eyes, pulling up a seat next to Connor, "I don't know. I just... I'm just stressed out. Working, moving in with you, now this? I just," She gave a short sigh, "I feel like I'm drowning in it all."
The two sat silently for a moment. Sarah reached her hand out to where Connor was holding Ava's, and held both of their hands in her left hand.
"Are they going to pull the line?"
"I assume so, but I don't know when."
"Street drugs? Jesus, Ava, do you even know how much damage I saw from street drugs when I worked in the ED?"
"I have rounds," Sarah looked at her watch, "Sorry. Um, page me if anything changes or if she gets moved up onto a floor, and let me know when you get tox screen results," She started to leave, then turned back around, "..I love you, Con," She looked over to Ava, "I love you, Ava."
Ava, of course, didn't respond. But Connor did, "I love you too, Sarah."
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(A/N) idk if i like this, but it's a good start for this au! i know for sure that placing a picc line yourself is a horrible, dangerous thing, and nearly impossible, but just wait for the next part of this :)