I know you’re busy with whumptober so get to this whenever- but! I need more ER nurse Jake, angst, or fluff, or insanity.
I can see is him being exhausted and falling asleep on everyone and getting passed around from shoulder to shoulder.
Short, but connected to the whumptober too... kind of "Hold My hand" , no I'm not sorry
Whumptober 2023~
Fandom: top gun
Characters: jake hangman seresin, Ron Slider Kerner (plus tom amd Chris)
Prompts: overcrowded er
Warning: cancer mention
Summary: it's a busy day at the er when Jake turns and finds his papa there. Obviously.
When Jake chose that career he knew his motivation went beyond having been inspired by uncle Lucas, it was what uncle called a calling. Almost in a religious kind of way. Jake, he said, was meant to do that, it was written since the instant he was born, and all the sort of things people would tell about spiritual callings.
Honestly, Jake simply wanted to help people, it was a physical need, nothing spiritual or shit.
The ER was a mess that day. Not a moment of peace, not a moment he could retreat himself to the bathroom for 5 seconds. Well, okay, he would pee later, that was fine.
"Seresin!" An older nurse called and Jake sighed. Jesus christ, he only took his phone out one second to check if there were any text, was she going to scold him for that?!
"Yeah, yeah... coming."
When he turned around Tata was there. Jake felt sick. He felt his stomach drop and--
"No. No jakey, nothing like that."
Tata always said he wore his feelings on hos face all the time, Jake knew what he probably looked like.
"We just thought an ER trip would've been safer, all considered, we were having a bit of a struggle to stop the bleeding."
Jake nodded and took a deep breath. He followed tom toward the chair papa was occupying. Papa who looked up and lit up at seeing Jake, like Jake used to do when he was little. Oh, how the tables had turned.
"Chickie don't listen to them, it's just a little cut." Jake nodded. He was tired and needed really bad that bathroom break, but that was papa and he had a cut in his hand and Jake didn't feel as tired anymore.
"But better be safe, yeah? Come, let's clean and cover it up."
Jake loved his job, he loved helping people, and maybe uncle Lucas was right, it was some sort of calling in the end. But one thing was helping and saving and fixing people he didn't know, another was taking his Papa's hand and disinfect and patch up a little cut that didn't want to stop bleeding.
"I should ring the oncologist on shift." Jake muttered and papa chuckled.
"For a cut? No, don't bother them, I'll see mine tomorrow morning anyway."
Jake held onto his hand a little longer. He could feel the bones, the skin frail under his fingers, breaking so easily, bleeding so much.
"They always said easy bleeding was a common side effect."
"You should've been more careful."
"I was, baby. It's just a little, cut, Dad and Tata panicked."
But not him, Jake realized not without a pang of sadness. Never him.
"I'll be fine."
Jake was about to say something when someone called him again. Jake swallowed and papa gave him a little push.
"Off you go, looks like we chose a busy night. Go, chickie."
With a sigh Jake pressed a kiss over his head and ron chuckled.
"Go."
"I'll take you to visit tomorrow, okay?"
Ron smiled and waved quietly as Jake run off again.
