#sick TK

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For Better and Definitely for Worse

Ahhhh! My first fic in forever! A double fill for @badthingshappenbingo “vomiting” square and for @tarlosmonthlyprompts custom bingo “Grand Designs and Cuddles”. @noxsoulmate thank you for the beta and the title. 😘 thank you for reading!

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Carlos parks the Camaro as close to the bay doors as he can without actually being in the way, should an actual emergency occur while he’s inside.

He slips inside unnoticed and hurries up the stairs, running into Owen on the landing.

“Hey, how is he?” Carlos asks.

Owen shrugs and pats him on the shouler. “Good luck,” is his response. “But let me know if you need anything. I have a killer recipe for-”

“We will let you know, thank you,” Carlos says, ducking into the bunkroom.

Nancy and TK are both curled up on individual bunks with their backs to each other. Tommy is sitting at the edge of Nancy’s bunk, trying to get her to drink some water.

“Hey, guys,” Carlos says softly.

“Hi babe,” TK whispers. “We’re dying.”

Tommy rolls her eyes. “You’re not dying.”

“We’re dying,” Nancy agrees.

Carlos steps up to the bunk and runs a hand through TK’s hair. It’s sweaty and matted to his face but Carlos still presses a soft kiss to the top of his head. “So, what force of nature was strong enough to take down the most bad-ass paramedics I know?”

“The new deli on Columbus,” Tommy says, then adds, “Food poisoning.”

“Oh, shit,” Carlos murmurs. “How long does that take to clear up?”

“Twenty-four to forty-eight hours and he should start feeling like himself again. Bedrest should be fine, and you can give him some over the counter meds but keep him hydrated.”

Carlos nods solemnly. “Nance, do you need a ride home too?”

“I’m taking her home with me tonight,” Tommy says. “I just wanted to make sure you got TK picked up okay.”

“I’ve got him,” Carlos promises.

TK sits up too fast and groans pitifully; he braces his elbows on his knees and sucks in a couple deep breaths. He reaches out a hand and feels around blindly; Carlos grabs the emesis bag and shoves it under TK’s face and holds it for him while he vomits.

“Sorry,” TK murmurs. Carlos rubs his back, gently, and TK leans heavily against him.

Carlos winces as behind them, Nancy is also puking her guts out.

“Come on,” Carlos says, “let’s get you home.”

Tommy promises to clean up the bunk room, leaving TK to apologize pitifully again. Carlos grabs TK’s duffel and slings it over his shoulder, while steadying TK with his other hand. Tommy hands him another emesis bag for the road.

“Better take two, actually,” TK mutters. Carlos agrees and grabs a second bag, stuffing them both in his pocket.

Together, they make it out of the bunk room. TK climbs down the stairs slowly, with Carlos’ hand on the small of his back. He slides into the Camaro while Carlos tosses his bag in the back andby the time Carlos joins him, TK’s sitting stiffly in the seat, eyes closed and groaning softly.

“Hand me your seatbelt,” Carlos prompts.

TK takes a second but waves him off. “I’ve got it,” he mumbles. Carlos watches as he secures his seatbelt and then he does the same before pulling out on the road.

They have to pull over twice so TK can puke and Carlos isn’t quite sure how he can have anything left to get rid of; but maybe he doesn’t since the second time they stop, TK just dry heaves into the bag until Carlos coaxes him back into the car so they can finish their drive home.

Finally, they make it back to the loft, and TK slowly makes his way into the building and into the elevator, with Carlos close behind. They have the elevator to themselves and mercifully, the movement doesn’t make TK sick again.

As soon as Carlos unlocks the door, TK hurries inside and makes a beeline for the bathroom, stepping out of his shoes and dropping his hoodie on the floor along the way.

Carlos grabs his phone and finds his grocery delivery app. He knows his husband’s favorite flavor of Gatorade and orders half a dozen, some Pepto, saltines, and a case of water, leaving a hefty tip with the promise of more if they can deliver in less than an hour. Although the store’s not far, he’ll pay a little extra if it means not leaving TK home alone.

He puts TK’s shoes in the closet and cleans out his duffel bag, stashing it away until the next shift TK’s well enough to attend, although he knows it’ll be a few days.

Carlos grabs a bottle of water and TK’s pajamas, and then knocks on the door.

“Please don’t come in,” TK begs.

“I have water for you,” Carlos says.

The door opens a crack, just enough for TK to stick his hand through. Carlos hands him the items and TK murmurs a thank you before slamming the door shut again.

Carlos isn’t really sure what to do, other than stay close in case TK needs him, and he sits down on the sofa to wait. The groceries arrive in less than 45 minutes and Carlos shoves the Gatorade and some water in the fridge, glad to have something to do.

He decides to make himself some toast while he’s in the kitchen, so TK doesn’t have to watch him eat later and he also texts to check up on Nancy, knowing TK will want to know how she’s holding up.

Owen calls twice to check up on TK and honestly, Carlos is a little surprised he doesn’t just stop by the loft. Carlos assures him TK is fine and he seems to accept that answer, but tells Carlos to call him if they need anything.

Carlos finally relaxes when he hears the shower start and it isn’t long until TK emerges from the bathroom after that. He’s in the pajamas Carlos had given him, his hair is damp, and he still looks miserable.

“Hey, baby,” Carlos says.

TK whines and shuffles towards the couch. He curls up on his side, resting his head on Carlos’ lap. Carlos pulls the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covers his husband with it.

“Want to watch some TV?” Carlos asks, hoping to distract him long enough that maybe he can fall asleep.

TK nods and Carlos grabs the remote, turning the television onto reruns of their favorite show.

“Hey, let me get up and I’ll grab you some water or something,” Carlos offers.

TK shakes his head and snuggles impossibly closer to Carlos. “I’m okay,” he says. “I think. Have you heard from Nancy?”

“She’s doing okay too,” Carlos tells him, while running his fingers through TK’s hair. “Tommy says she hopes you feel better soon and your next two shifts are covered. And I’ve called in too.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” TK whispers. “But I’m glad you did.”

Carlos chuckles and slips his hand under the blanket, rubbing TK’s side.

While TK watches the TV, Carlos watches TK. He makes it just past the second commercial break before his eyes slip closed. Carlos relaxes just a little bit more and settles in. He’s a little too old to sleep on the couch - they both are - and he knows his back will scream at him tomorrow. But for now, he closes his eyes and hopes TK sleeps through the night.

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Chapter 12

The ambulance ride took forever and Carlos thought he stopped breathing on more than one occasion. Apparently Tommy had everything under control, but Nancy looked at her from time to time for reassurance from her captain. After all, the patient was one of her best friends, he was her own teammate and his life and that of the twins inside him depended on them.

The traffic had thickened, apparently everyone leaving the soccer field where they had gone to see the Dua Lipa concert with four other singers had decided to leave at the same time and had all taken the car to get into the center or wherever in the city the ambulance was trying to get through.

"How much longer?" Carlos asked Judd who had gotten behind the wheel of the ambulance so Nancy and Tommy could work together at TK.

"I wish I could tell you better," Judd said without taking his eyes off the road in case a gap appeared that they could squeeze into and move forward. "But the same six minutes as before."

Now that labor had started, there was nothing they could do to stop it, the bleeding was unstoppable, but as was quite usual with male deliveries, TK's body was not dilating as it should.

Besides, now that he had lost consciousness, he couldn't make things any easier because his body was doing things on its own, it was doing its best to deliver the two babies but TK wasn't ready.

"We're going to need more blood." Tommy said. "With a hemorrhage like that his body won't hold out until the hospital."

"We have the same blood timpo." Said Owen who had climbed into the ambulance with them right behind TK. "Give him a transfusion."

"That'll buy us a little more time, but if we don't get to the hospital soon..."

Even unconscious, TK winced and moved his whole body as if trying a way to be more comfortable despite the terrible suffering his body was enduring.

Carlos took his hand unsurely and reached down to stroke his hair and make him feel like he was there with him.

"What options do we have captain?" Owen asked her.

"With the traffic out there and no certainty of when we're going to get to the hospital, TK and the girls could die before we get there. We can wait a little longer, for now the girls are protected." Carlos felt his stomach turn at the thought. "I don't see a natural delivery possible, TK is not dilating and the bleeding was already weakening him too much."

"What chance do we have Tommy? Tell me the truth." Carlos asked, fighting with all his might not to lose what little serenity he still had.

"There aren't many options, honey. A C-section here, would bring the girls into the world, but it would surely mean TK's death."

Carlos turned pale and noticed the ambulance spinning. He felt like throwing up and grabbed Nancy's arm.

"No... You can't open up and take the twins out here in the ambulance. I've seen some of those cases. The mother doesn't survive." Carlos didn't want to raise his voice, but he was on edge. "Besides, the girls are very small and TK will lose a lot more blood even if he survives... will he make it to the hospital?"

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

Husbands

911 Lone Star: In Sickness and in Health (4x18)

[sainzinnorris]

carlos's radio message of “ gap to lando every lap" and carlos intentionally slowing down just enough to keep lando within drs range , lando understanding the signal. when told by his race engineer about the gap (0.8) carlos goes like “ it's on purpose ”. do you understand how much coordination, trust and intimacy you have to have with THAT driver to have that amount of telepathy with? like. nobody apart from CarLando could pull that off. i repeat, nobody else.

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | Season 1 -> Season 4

[renegadesstuff]

TV SHOWS' (SHIP) WEDDINGS 🤍

9-1-1: LONE STAR (2020 - present)

CARLOS REYES & TYLER KENNEDY “TK” STRAND (TARLOS)

[lemongogo]

i need to cosplay elendira so bad rn rn idfc its happening .umms do any of u .. if you have experience making cosplay props HELPP how might one go ab making a gigantic fucking nail please and thank u 💕

[nisbanisba]

Should I have a WIP Wednesday banner? That sounds like work, and im very lazy. So here’s a little of the next chapter of “I can’t tell one from another”.

“You’re pretty sweaty, but you feel a lot cooler than you were. How are you feeling?”

Carlos pushes himself up to lean against the headboard and shrugs. “I’m fine.”

TK removes his hand from Carlos’s hair and leans back a bit where he’s still perched on the edge of the bed and raises his eyebrows. “You’re fine.”

Carlos props his elbow on his knee and leans his face into his hand. His body is extraordinarily heavy. “I mean, I feel like shit. But not as much like death, I guess? I’m ok. You don’t need to worry.”

TK picks up the hand not holding up Carlos’s head and rests two fingers on the inside of Carlos’s wrist. “You will be fine, and I’m glad you’re back from the brink of death.” Maybe Carlos has been a little dramatic. “But I love you, and right now you’re still sicker than I’ve ever seen you before yesterday. I’m gonna worry.”

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I was tagged by @emsprovisions @ironheartwriter and… I think @lemonlyman-dotcom . I tag @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @nancys-braids @literateowl @eclectic-sassycoweyes @ladytessa74 @chicgeekgirl89 + open tag!!

[watmalik]

There’s something comforting about TK sitting next to Carlos at the funeral––it’s not only bc he’s supporting his fiancé (at the time), but whilst the 126 is sitting on the other side; he’s sitting with the rest of Reyes’. I don't know, the fact that this illustrates how they're family regardless of them not officially married yet means…everything.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Wally pretends to leave without saying goodbye to dick but quickly doubles back around. When Wally asks if dick really thought he’d do that dick says he was trying to rationalize it. Either he didn’t warrant a farewell because they’d see eachother soon enough or dick messed up and Wally hated him. Dick takes off his mask and Wally says he’s leaving so that dick doesn’t feel so obligated to stay. Titans #20

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Not WIP Wednesday…

Good news, I’ve written 1,066 words in the past two days. The bad news is, I have not written in any of my WIPs. I’m currently obsessed with this soft kisses prompt list.

But I appreciate being tagged by @rosedavid @sanjuwrites and @taralaurel for WIP Wednesday, and I feel bad I don’t have anything to share.

So please accept this offering, a triple drabble to fill prompt #1: kissing their forehead to check for a temperature when they’re sick. Thank you @sanjuwrites for the quick beta!

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“TK? Hey, your alarm.” Carlos puts his hand on TK’s chest and gives him a little shake. TK’s eyes flutter open and he moans pitifully. He rolls over, pulling the covers to his chin.

“I shut it off and called out of work,” he mumbles. “Throat hurts, stomach hurts, I’m freezing.” He sniffles, as if to prove a point.

Carlos leans in, brushing his hair back and places a kiss on his forehead, frowning. “Yeah, you are warm.”

TK snorts. “Is that your expert medical opinion?”

“It is.”

“With all your fancy medical technology?”

“It is.”

Carlos presses another kiss to his forehead. TK groans again and closes his eyes, snuggling deeper under the covers.

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“Baby, I made you some tea.” Carlos sits at the edge of the bed and rubs TK’s back gently. He stirs, slowly, and attempts to sit up, propping himself on an elbow.

“With lemon?”

“And honey,” Carlos says, handing him the steaming mug.

TK sips carefully. “This is the good shit,” he hums appreciatively. “Wait, what about your shift? You’re late, aren’t you late?”

Carlos shrugs. “I called out to nurse my husband back to health.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he croaks. “I will be just as pitiful this evening as I am right now.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

TK hands the mug back to Carlos and he sets it on the nightstand.

“Yeah, except I actually have medical knowledge,” TK teases. “And fancy medical technology.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “A thermometer is not fancy,” he insists. “Now shush and let me help you.”

“Your bedside manner could also use some work.”

“You’re just cranky.”

“I’m sick! And you love me anyway.”

“I do,” Carlos admits. “Now scoot over and I'll show you a thing or two about my bedside manner.”

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Taglist: @plaidbooks @sanjuwrites @meditating-honey-badger @noxsoulmate @chaotictarlos

[tarlos-spain]

You smell like love

Chapter 15

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It took almost an hour, a couple of infusions at the coffee shop and the silent company of his parents and Owen for almost twenty minutes while he caught his breath, for Carlos to begin to feel better and be able to think with some coolness... though not too much either.

"Sorry," he said to them all with the cardboard cup of tea, still steaming, in his hand.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, mijo," Gabriel replied, rubbing his back. "I can assure you that I was a bag of nerves the times all of you were born, Carlitos, and I assure you that they were all natural deliveries. Long, yes, but without complications and two days after birth, we were all at home."

Carlos smiled, that was what he had wished for. The moment to do the cesarean would have been decided by them, TK would have been ready to bring the twins into the world and both Luna and Daniel would have been in his arms now because they would have been big enough not to be in the incubator. Daniel would have no problem with his hip and his leg and TK would be ready to rest a few days at home.

He had dreamed of this moment so many times and, in the end, the dream had turned into something more like a nightmare, or at least something that was not what he had wished for.

"TK's birth was complicated," Owen said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "It was long, I remember we spent over a day in the delivery room. Gwyn wanted a natural birth because then...she'd heard a lot of stories about cesareans and almost thirty years ago it was riskier. So she was determined to have TK with a natural birth. And I can assure you that Gwyn will always be my hero because of the strength she showed that day."

“She was exhausted and barely had any strength left. The doctor was saying that TK didn't want to come out, I remember that sentence, that moment when I was told that maybe I should make a decision about mother and baby."

“But I didn't have to. Gwyn, just like TK now, was and always will be one of the strongest people I have ever met in my life. She put every last bit of energy into bringing our boy into the world. They had to give her two blood transfusions and she spent almost three days in recovery, but you see it all worked out in the end.

“You know TK is extremely strong, and I would like to say that comes from me, from his Strand blood. But, no, the strength my son has always shown is from being a Morgan and having had Gwyn as his mother." Owen's eyes filled with tears; Carlos was having a hard time but he had forgotten there was someone else so concerned about TK.

"Owen, I'm sorry I...I should have told you, I should have talked to you and..."

"Hey, no reproaches or feeling bad about not caring about other people, Carlos. It's your family in there."

"And your son and grandchildren."

"Then let's take care of them together." Carlos nodded. "How about we go back to the waiting room until they tell us we can go in to see them?"

Carlos thanked the captain for his words and, although he had to lean on his mother, he managed to get up and made his way to the elevator.

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

Screenshot/Photograph Friday (on Saturday)

Thank you to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses and @nancys-braids for tagging me! I'm at least a day late with this, but what is time anyway, right??

The rules are simple: take a photo or screenshot any part of a current WIP (of finished/posted work if you prefer), and share it 💛 open to any kind of creative work!

This is a screenshot from a finished/posted gif set. (A gif set that is entirely @doublel27 's fault, btw.) And I dunno. I'm just really stuck on the look on Carlos' face here. 🥹

I'm guessing most people have played at this point, but tags below the cut just in case—no pressure!

@three-drink-amy @rmd-writes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes

@lemonlyman-dotcom @guardian-angle22 @rosedavid @ladytessa74

@alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton @fallout-mars @welcometololaland

@tailoredshirt @freneticfloetry @my-little-tilly @treluna4

and anyone else who wants to play!

[teekays]

locker room shower piss stuff. does anyone else think about it

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | Tarlos Wedding Pt. 1 -> Officiant Paul Strickland

[renegadesstuff]

Carlos & Tyler

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05.16.2023 🤍

Happy 10 months to them 💍