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wanna hear a wild story? my brother’s history professor is closing in on 80 and basically lives at the university. one night my brother visited him for a meeting, and it came up that my brother was gonna be performing as a court jester at the castle the following day. and his professor busts out: “ah, that reminds me of my youth!”
he then proceeded to tell the tale of when he and his friends went backpacking to greece back in their early 20s. then one day they found themselves completely penniless. so they decided that the only reasonable thing to do was to set up acrobatic shows in skimpy outfits on the beach at day, and then drink up the money at night.
after a week or so they gained some traction, and a gang of young greek men walked up to them like “hey y’all are cool as hell, can we join y’all for drinks tonight?” and my brother’s professor was like “of course! y’all have to wear these revealing outfits and do somersaults with us tho” and the greek gang said “sounds dope. y’all are invited to live with us for however long y’all want.”
anyhow, they proceeded to live like this for the better part of 3 months, doing shows, drinking, and sleeping at the greek gang’s apartment. but after a while they decided enough was enough, and said thank you for everything, but we’re going back to sweden now. and the greeks said “sure! love y’all have a safe trip xx”
half a year later my brother’s professor gets contacted by the greek police. they ask him about the months they spent in greece, and then informs him that their greek friends have been convicted of serial homicide and robbery. that the group of young greek men had joined up with several tourist groups for several years “for drinks”, and then killed and robbed them all, terrorising the beach city for several years. with one exception, of course, because “this one group of swedish acrobats in slutty strongman suits were just ‘so damn nice’”.
and that’s the story of how one swedish history university professor survived sharing a flat with a group of serial killers for several months by performing acrobatics in slutty outfits on the beach. moral of the story? be kind of heart, thicc of ass.
Summary: Cassie gets a little jealous when a patient gets smitten with you.
Pairing/s: Cassie Mckay x Female Paramedic!Reader
Tags: jealous!cassie, a man trying to flirt with r!, short fluff
Word Count: 1K
A/N: This one has been sitting on my docs for a long time too. Could be read as a companion to stitches and kisses.
AO3
Cassie had just stepped out of the ambulance bay. She is supposed to take a ten-minute break and call Harrison to know how her kid is doing but no, she can't have that now apparently because another ambulance parks in the emergency bay. She sighs loudly, shooting a quick text to Harrison then putting the phone back in her pocket.
“What do you - hey.” Cassie stops for a second and smiles at the sight of you, disheveled and sweaty. “You can't just stay away from me, can you?”
“Why would I wanna do that?” You quip, smirking. You jump out of the back of the ambulance while your partner helps you wheel out the patient.
“What do we have here?” Cassie asks, rolling up the sleeves of her jacket.
“This is Kennedy Ramos, 35. BP is 140/80, sats are 95% at 6 liters nasal cannula. Fractured right leg, secured through a splint. Multiple abrasions on legs and arms. Neck secured, just in case. Fell from a two-storey building, hit a small roof, then a trash can, then the ground. They were filming a parkour video,” You say and Cassie makes a face. “Don't ask me.”
“Mr. Ramos, how’s the pain?” Cassie asks the patient, pressing on a tender spot on his leg, as you and your partner wheel the stretcher in.
“Oh, it's… it hurts everywhere. But pretty eyes here made it all a bit better,” Kennedy answers, looking up at you with a hopeful smile.
You roll your eyes, glancing at Cassie. “No signs of head injury then?”
Cassie chuckles. “We’ll see about that, pretty eyes.”
“Shut up.” You try to bite back a smile as you push the stretcher.
Once the patient is transferred into a bed, you let the doctors and nurses do their job and step aside. You and your partner pull the ambulance stretcher out but stop once the patient calls you again. Pretty eyes.
Cassie looks at you, too. Well, everyone does now.
“Can I get your number?”
This man, this incredibly stupid parkour man. You got to admire the audacity of him shooting his shot despite the pain though.
“9-1-1,” is all you say to him.
Everyone laughs except Cassie.
Uh, oh.
“See ya later, busy bees.” You offer a salute before leaving.
“I saw that,” your partner says, grinning. “Girl, you're in trouble.”
“I am not.” There is a slight quiver in your tone. “Why would I be?”
“I don't know. Probably because that stupid parkour guy was flirting with you.”
“And how is that my fault?”
“Not my problem, dude.”
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You’re back in the ED of PTMC around 4pm with another patient. You're on the stretcher, hovering over a patient's body, legs on both sides of the patient's waist and doing continuous chest compressions as two people push the stretcher that you're in.
“Code blue!” You shout as you enter the pitt.
Your partner endorses the patient's details to the receiving doctors and nurses - Robby, Dana, Princess, Samira, and Victoria - while you're being wheeled into a trauma room with your coding patient.
“I need a sub!” You call out, losing your strength from performing CPR for nearly half an hour now.
“I got it!” A med student steps in for the compressions and you carefully alight the stretcher.
“Careful, pretty eyes,” you hear Princess say as she assists you in getting off the bed.
“Pretty eyes?” You huff.
“That’s right. I hear things,” Princess replies with a smirk.
“Did Cassie talk to you?”
“Chismis finds its way to me, girl.”
“No doubt about that.”
“Princess, we need a little help here.” Robby calls before she can answer.
You step out of the trauma room, dusting yourself off and smoothing out your uniform. The light blue is now covered with spatters of dry blood. You wash your hands and arms on the nearest sink you can find.
“You look like hell, baby.” You turn around at the familiar voice. Cassie moves closer to you. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, Cassie.” You reassure her. “The patient coded twice in the ambulance. Vehicular accident.”
“Do you have a spare uniform in the ambulance?”
“It's fine. I’m clocking out in three hours anyway.”
“I have a spare uniform for you in my locker.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “You have?”
“Why do you think a pair of yours went missing?”
“Cassie Mckay?!”
You follow her to the locker room. She punches in her code which you immediately recognize is your birthday. Something flutters in your stomach.
“Why do you have my uniform here?” You ask.
Cassie shrugs then takes out a neatly packed pair of your uniform from her locker. “For emergencies like this.”
“That's…” You're speechless at her thoughtfulness. Cassie has always taken care of you in many ways but sometimes, it still surprises you. You have no idea what you did to deserve her. “Thank you, baby.”
“You're welcome, pretty eyes.”
“God, stop with that already.” You huff in annoyance, unable to hide the blush on your cheeks.
“He has not shut the fuck up about you, by the way.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Ramos.”
“He’s delirious.”
“And smitten.”
“Are you mad?”
“No,” Cassie quickly answers, folding her arms. “Just a little annoyed. With him, not with you.”
“He’s a patient.”
“A stupidly annoying one.”
Cassie doesn't get jealous. Not really, at least. She trusts you and you will forever be grateful for that privilege. But you know she's possessive and territorial and at times, she finds it hard to reign it in especially when it comes to you. She's just very protective when it comes to those she loves - you and Harrison will always be on top of that list.
“Come here.” Your hands grip on the hem of her scrub shirt, pulling her close to you. “I’m yours.”
“I know,” she says with a scoff, looking anywhere but your eyes.
Your finger tugs on the chain on her neck. “Look at me, Cass.”
And just like that, Cassie looks like an obedient puppy. Her blue eyes meet yours and she's pouting slightly. Your heart melts at the soft and vulnerable look on her face. One she saves only for you.
“I love you, Cassie.”
“I love you too.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I just worry. Sometimes.” Cassie sighs deeply. She knows it's ridiculous. She knows you are hers. In all the ways that matter. “It’s stupid.”
“You have nothing to worry about, baby. I promise.” You give her a quick peck on the lips. “I’m yours.”
Cassie presses her forehead against yours. “Good. I want to keep it that way forever.”
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thinking about paramedic!reader getting hurt on the scene and cassie noticing when you bring in a patient on a stretcher. and you’re more worried about giving the details for the patients status. cassie makes someone take over for the patient and she takes care of you
i actually have a paramedic!reader fic to be posted
the first thing cassie notices is that you're bleeding on your forehead. and that you already soak the bandage patched on your forehead but you're still doing compressions on your patient.
"javadi, sub here!" cassie calls and victoria immediately jumps on the stretcher and takes over.
your partner endorses the patient to samira and dana while cassie drags you to the nearest bed.
"what happened?" she starts preparing the things she needed to clean your wound. "were you assaulted?"
"no, no. the ambulance made a fast turn and well," you shrug. "let's just say i wasn't friends with gravity and fell on the back."
cassie doesn't know whether to laugh or cry or cry laughing at the image. "with all the bungee workout that you do?" she bites her lip, fighting back a smile.
"that's different," you shoot her a glare. "i had a harness."
"of course, love." she removes the soaked bandage. clean cut. a little deep but no stitches needed. she starts applying antiseptic then a wound cream. "tetanus shot updated?"
"yes, doctor."
"good."
once she patches you up, cassie places a kiss on your forehead, just near the wound site.
"i hope not all your patients get this special treatment, dr. mckay."
