I will be writing for the Pitt! Coming soon.. requests are open!
Requests are open! I’m open to writing most things and anything medical related for an escape from reality and comfort seeing fics that have conditions that aren’t written about a lot with your favourite Pitt or Chiacgo characters! 🚑🚒🚓
The Pitt
Jack Abbott
The Great Implant Escape (Jack x best friend reader)
Just Another Tuesday (Jack x nurse reader)
Chicago Fire 🔥 🚒
Featuring Kelly Severide & Matthew Casey
Sevasey ship 🫶🏻
Matthew Casey x Sister! Reader with Boyfriend Jay Halstead
Chicago Med 🩺🚑
Featuring Connor Rhodes, William Halstead and Jay Halstead
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
How are you?! I hope after getting the implant out you are doing okay.
Also! I love the new fics and I’m so happy you are back and getting an appt in September!
I hope more new fics to come soon! ❤️
I’m so happy you are writing for the Pitt. I still need to start watching it. I work in a hospital setting and even though it isn’t the ER, from the clips I have seen, it feels just like it 😂
I hope you have some more connor coming. I have been watching Chicago’s since I was 13 and I’m now 27. man I’m old and I can’t stop reading the fics.
❤️🥰
I’m doing a little better! Still very exhausted and got a sensitive stomach but that’s normal for a flare - I’m doing okay after getting the implant out my body is just getting used to the hormone drop and dump that happens 😩🤣, like it’s not difficult enough.
Ah I’m so glad you do!! It’s been good to write them!Thank you so much it’s been a long long time coming (like almost 10 years..)
They will slowly in just taking it easy and working though whatever my body is doing but they will be coming!
Ah I’m so glad! Honestly for someone who hates hospitals and was going to be a combat medic (crazy I know) I really like it, it’s really well written and so realistic makes greys anatomy look like a children’s story of how hospitals work 🤣🤣
I definitely will don’t worry I’m not going to stop writing Chicago fics, it’s just whatever scratches the little lizard I have inside my heads brain right now 🤣🤣, you’re not old everyone has their thing and I’m so honoured my fics are one of them!
Thank you for checking in sweetheart I hope you’re well!
Omg epileptic!reader plzzzzz 🥹 Jack would be so comforting and calm during a seizure! Like if reader had a seizure in front of him, he’d totally catch them before they hit the ground, “okay, okay—I’ve got you”, lay them down, talk to them even though they can’t hear him. Honestly the best thing in the entire world is when someone just stays 100% calm. And not just a “holding it together” kind of calm, but a true “oh well, just another Tuesday morning” kind of calm. Makes me feel so much better about interrupting everyone’s day if it just feels like a lil speed bump instead of a crisis.
Bonus points if Robby is there. I love it when they act like dads 🥰
Just Another Tuesday
Summary: A routine trauma turns into something else entirely when Y/N suddenly has a seizure in the middle of charting. While everyone else quietly falls into their roles, Jack Abbott never panics. He does exactly what she always hoped someone would do—treat it like a bump in the road instead of the end of the world.
Content Warnings: Medical emergency, seizure, hospital setting, loss of consciousness.
I hope you guys enjoy! Anon I hope this is what you wanted from your amazing idea, also think this is how Jack would look before he had to catch her
Trauma rooms were loud.
Monitors beeped.
Someone was asking for another unit of blood.
The ventilator sighed rhythmically beside the unconscious patient they’d sedated twenty minutes earlier after a difficult intubation.
Y/N sat at the computer just inside Trauma Two, one foot hooked around the chair leg while she finished documenting medications.
Jack Abbott leaned against the counter beside her, coffee balanced dangerously on a stack of paperwork.
“You know,” he said, glancing over her shoulder, “your handwriting somehow looks sarcastic.”
She snorted.
“My handwriting has personality.”
“It has crimes.”
“It has flair.”
“It has seventeen pharmacy complaints.”
She bumped him lightly with her shoulder.
“Oh, hush, Clicker.”
Jack looked down at his prosthetic with exaggerated offence.
“You wound me.”
“You literally click when you walk.”
“You hobble like a Victorian ghost.”
“I glide.”
“You haunt.”
“I elegantly haunt.”
He grinned.
“Work wife.”
“Work husband.”
They bumped fists before she looked back at the chart.
“So we’ve got fentanyl at…” she murmured, typing.
Jack reached for another sheet.
“…and then…” she continued.
Her voice slowed.
“…midaz…”
Silence.
Jack looked over.
“…Y/N?”
Her fingers had stopped moving.
The pen she’d been holding was trapped tightly in her hand.
Too tightly.
Her knuckles had gone white.
“…Hey.”
Nothing.
Her eyes weren’t focusing anymore.
They’d fixed on nothing beyond the monitor.
Jack’s smile disappeared.
“Y/N?”
Her head tilted just slightly.
Then her whole body stiffened.
“Oh.”
He recognised it immediately.
“Okay.”
There wasn’t an ounce of panic in his voice.
Just calm.
“Okay.”
The chair began tipping backwards.
Jack caught it before it fell.
“I’ve got you.”
He slid an arm around her shoulders as her body went rigid.
“I’ve got you.”
The seizure fully hit.
He eased her carefully off the chair before gravity could do it first.
“Easy…”
He guided her all the way to the floor, protecting her head with one hand while supporting her shoulders with the other.
“There we go.”
No shouting.
No frantic movements.
Just calm.
“So sorry,” he murmured almost absent-mindedly. “Bit rude of the floor to show up like that.”
Her muscles tightened violently.
Every limb became rigid.
Jack gently rolled a folded blanket beneath her head.
“You’re okay.”
Across the room, Robby looked up instantly.
“Jack?”
“Generalised tonic-clonic,” Jack answered evenly. “Started about ten seconds ago.”
Robby was already moving.
“Frank, can you stay with our trauma patient?”
Frank stepped over immediately.
“I’ve got him.”
The unconscious patient remained stable, monitors unchanged as Frank took over watching the ventilator and infusions.
Dana appeared in the doorway almost instantly after hearing Robby’s voice.
“What’ve we got?”
“Seizure” Robby answered.
Donny followed her inside carrying the emergency medication box.
“I’ll grab oxygen.”
Jack hadn’t moved.
He stayed kneeling awkwardly on the floor beside Y/N, one hand cushioning her head from the hard linoleum.
Her body jerked again.
“Tight,” Robby observed quietly as he clipped the pulse oximeter onto her finger.
“Yeah.”
Blood pressure cuff.
Heart monitor leads.
Oxygen nearby but not forced.
Jack continued talking like they were still having coffee.
“You’re doing fine.”
Another convulsion.
“I know.”
His voice never changed.
“It’ll pass.”
Robby glanced at the clock.
“Minute twenty.”
Jack nodded.
“Okay.”
Y/N’s breathing came in strained gasps between the rhythmic movements.
Jack brushed loose hair away from her face.
“I know this isn’t how you wanted to get out of paperwork.”
Dana almost smiled.
Even now.
Still making jokes.
Still making it normal.
Y/N’s jaw clenched tightly.
Her entire body arched.
“Big one,” Donny muttered.
“Mhm.”
Jack never looked away from her.
“You’ve got an audience now.”
He sighed dramatically.
“You hate being centre stage.”
Another violent jerk.
“I know.”
Robby checked her pulse again.
“Heart rate’s climbing.”
Jack simply nodded.
“If we need meds, we’ve got them.”
Robby already had the syringe prepared.
“Ready if she goes long.”
The room stayed remarkably quiet.
No chaos.
No shouting.
Just experienced people doing exactly what they always did.
Jack rested his hand gently against her shoulder—not holding her down, just letting her know someone was there.
“You don’t have to hurry.”
He smiled softly.
“We’ll wait.”
Another thirty seconds.
The movements slowly began losing intensity.
The rigid muscles softened little by little.
“There you go…”
Jack whispered.
“That’s it.”
The shaking faded into small tremors.
Then stopped.
Silence.
Only the monitors filled the room now.
Robby checked the time.
“Two minutes, eighteen.”
Jack exhaled.
“Nice work.”
He wasn’t talking to anyone else.
He was talking to her.
Even though she couldn’t answer.
Her breathing was heavy.
Confused.
Slowly returning.
Jack rolled her gently onto her side with Dana helping support her shoulder.
“There we are.”
He tucked the blanket beneath her head again.
“Recovery position.”
She made a tiny sound.
Not words.
Just confusion.
Jack smiled.
“Hey.”
His voice stayed exactly the same.
Warm.
Gentle.
Like they’d never left their conversation.
“Welcome back.”
Her eyelids fluttered weakly.
She frowned.
Nothing made sense.
She blinked at the ceiling.
Jack appeared upside down in her blurry vision.
“There she is.”
She tried to speak.
Nothing came out.
“Don’t.”
He shook his head.
“No rush.”
She looked frightened.
He immediately understood.
“You had a seizure.”
A pause.
“You’re safe.”
Another pause.
“You didn’t hit your head.”
She blinked slowly.
He kept smiling.
“The paperwork’s still waiting.”
A tiny groan escaped her.
“There she is.”
Jack chuckled quietly.
“That’s exactly the level of disappointment I expected.”
Her eyes finally found his.
Still foggy.
Still exhausted.
Still confused.
He squeezed her hand carefully.
“Hey.”
She managed the tiniest squeeze back.
“You scared us,” Robby admitted gently while checking her pupils.
Jack looked offended.
“No.”
Everyone looked at him.
“You interrupted paperwork.”
He looked back at Y/N.
“Honestly?”
“I respect the commitment.”
A tiny, sleepy laugh escaped her before she could stop it.
Jack grinned.
“There she is.”
His work wife.
Safe.
Breathing.
Embarrassed already.
Exactly how she’d be.
“You know,” he said as Dana finished checking her observations, “next time you want a break…”
She looked at him blearily.
“…you can literally just ask.”
Despite the pounding headache already building behind her eyes, she managed to whisper one hoarse word.
“…Clicker.”
Jack laughed.
“Ghost.”
Then, without a trace of impatience, he stayed sitting on the floor beside her while the rest of the team finished their assessments, his hand resting reassuringly over hers until she was fully awake, making sure that when the confusion faded, the first thing she knew was that she hadn’t been alone for a single second.
How crazy is it, that I’ve followed you for so long, I remember when you were chrisevansdaughter and I’d read the same few fics over and over again. Now I just read the same Connor x Reader fic over and over again lol. It’s so crazy watching you grow and expand and evolve in your writing.
This has actually made my heart melt so much. This is so so crazy! I’m so happy they are something you re read over and over again 🥲🫶🏻. Thank you so much! It really is crazy this little world has gone though some stages for sure 🤣💛
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Summary: Y/N has waited months for one appointment she wishes she could cancel. After days of an endometriosis flare, almost no sleep, and a night spent throwing up despite strong pain medication, all she wants is to stay in bed. But her best friend, Jack Abbott, refuses to let her face it alone. Between sarcastic insults, ridiculous inside jokes, roadside vomiting, and Jack’s unwavering support, the pair somehow make it through the morning. What follows is a surprisingly gentle procedure, a lot of laughter, and a reminder that sometimes your best friend is the person who can make the worst days just a little easier.
Content Warnings: Chronic pelvic pain/endometriosis (suspected), Vomiting/nausea, Medical procedures (contraceptive implant removal), Discussion of pain medication, Medical anxiety and Strong friendship and comfort
Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this I did put this togther after my day today and how last night was for me, I’m running on an hours sleep if that so I hope this all makes sense! I hope this can fill the void for now, I hope you enjoy!!! (also I feel like this is exactly how Jack would look at reader when they’re borderline abusing each other)
“I vote we don’t go.”
Jack was standing in Y/N’s bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame with a mug of coffee.
She looked up from where she’d been frozen halfway through pulling on a pair of black leggings.
“…Really?”
“No.”
She sighed dramatically.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
She attempted to straighten up.
Immediately regretted it.
“Oh—”
Her hands flew to her lower abdomen as another cramp twisted through her pelvis, forcing her forward until she was almost folded in half.
Jack watched.
“There she is.”
She glared.
“What?”
“My little Victorian chimney sweep.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You’ve got the full hunchback walk going.”
“I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
She took three tiny shuffled steps toward the dresser.
Jack grinned.
“There it is.”
“I’m in agony.”
“You look like you’re eighty-seven.”
She pointed at him.
“You click when you walk.”
He looked offended.
“I do not.”
Click.
Click.
Click.
The faint sound echoed across the wooden floor as he crossed the room.
She raised one eyebrow.
“…Dog toy.”
Jack looked down at his prosthetic leg.
“It squeaks with personality.”
“It clicks.”
“It has charisma.”
“It sounds like a Labrador carrying a tennis ball.”
“It is an expensive prosthetic.”
“It still goes click.”
He sighed dramatically.
“I come here to provide emotional support and all I receive is ableism.”
She snorted despite herself.
“You literally called me Quasimodo.”
“I call it observational comedy.”
He’d stayed over the night before.
Not because she’d asked.
Because he’d shown up after work with takeout she’d barely touched and had quietly decided he wasn’t leaving.
Good thing too.
She’d been sick five times overnight.
Had barely slept.
Every time she drifted off another wave of pain had dragged her awake.
At three in the morning she’d finally given in and taken morphine.
It had dulled everything from a nine to…
Maybe an eight.
Jack had sat on the bathroom floor while she’d thrown up into the toilet.
Neither of them had spoken much.
He’d just handed her water afterwards.
Rubbed her back.
Made sure she wasn’t alone.
Now she pulled on an oversized navy Pitt Emergency Department T-shirt.
Jack’s.
She’d stolen it months ago.
He’d never got it back.
“You know that’s still my shirt.”
“I’ve claimed squatters’ rights.”
“I don’t think clothing works like property law.”
“It does now.”
He handed her one flip-flop.
“You braided my hair.”
“You were falling asleep sitting up.”
“I vaguely remember threatening to bite you.”
“You absolutely did.”
She nodded.
“Fair.”
She reached for her keys.
Stopped.
“…Can we not go?”
Jack looked at her.
Not joking now.
“You want to stay home?”
“I really do.”
“You’ve waited…”
“Four months.”
“I know.”
She sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
“I’m so tired.”
“I know.”
“My stomach hurts.”
“I know.”
“I’ve been sick all night.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think I can do today.”
Jack crouched in front of her.
“You also spent the last month arguing with reception to get this appointment.”
She groaned.
“Oh don’t remind me.”
Three weeks earlier…
Her phone had rung.
“Hello, is that Y/N?”
“Speaking.”
“I’m calling regarding your contraceptive implant removal appointment.”
“Finally.”
“We just need to confirm you’re choosing to have it removed of your own free will.”
“…Yes.”
“And nobody is coercing or pressuring you?”
“No.”
“Are you safe at home?”
“…Yes?”
“Are you certain this isn’t because a partner has asked you to?”
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“No.”
“We ask everyone.”
“I understand.”
“So can I ask your reason?”
“I have suspected endometriosis.”
“Okay.”
“I’m on Depo injections.”
“Right.”
“So the implant isn’t doing anything.”
“I see.”
“And my gynaecologist wants one variable removed.”
“That’s absolutely fine.”
Another pause.
“And you’re certain this is your own decision?”
By now she was losing patience.
“I have had this implant for years.”
“Okay.”
“I booked this appointment.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve waited months.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve answered three phone calls.”
“…Yes.”
“I promise nobody is holding me hostage demanding I remove my contraceptive implant.”
The receptionist had laughed.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re doing your job.”
“It is routine.”
“I know.”
“But if one more person asks if someone’s forcing me, I might start saying yes purely out of spite.”
Back in the present Jack smiled.
“You were so offended.”
“It made me irrationally angry.”
“I know.”
“I literally booked the appointment!”
Twenty minutes into the drive—
“Jack.”
He was already indicating.
“You gonna throw up?”
She nodded rapidly.
He pulled into a supermarket car park.
She barely got the door open before she was sick beside the curb.
Jack was there almost immediately.
One hand holding her braid.
The other rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“I know.”
Another wave.
She retched again.
Nothing much left.
Mostly stomach acid.
When she finally stopped she rested against the car.
“The heat isn’t helping.”
“It’s disgusting out.”
He handed her water.
“Small sip.”
She obeyed.
“You still want to go?”
“No.”
“We’re still going.”
“I know.”
The waiting room was thankfully cool.
Air conditioning.
Quiet.
She curled into the plastic chair while Jack disappeared to reception.
When he returned he handed her a sick bowl.
“…You asked for that.”
“I know you.”
She smiled weakly.
“You really do.”
“Y/N?”
A practice nurse smiled warmly.
“Come on through.”
Jack looked towards Y/N.
“You happy for me to come?”
“Please.”
The nurse nodded.
“That’s absolutely fine.”
Inside the treatment room the nurse checked her details carefully.
Name.
Date of birth.
Allergies.
Current medication.
Reason for removal.
She then placed a consent form in front of Y/N.
“This confirms we’ve discussed the procedure, the small risks—including bruising, bleeding, infection, difficulty removing the implant if it’s deeper than expected—and that you’re choosing to have it removed today.”
Y/N read it carefully before signing.
The nurse smiled.
“Perfect.”
She opened Y/N’s electronic notes.
“I’m just going to finish documenting everything while the anaesthetic works later, so we’ll get you comfortable first.”
She pointed towards the examination couch.
“If you’d like to lie down.”
Jack helped Y/N climb up.
She lay on her back with her left arm bent behind her head, exposing the inside of her upper arm.
The nurse gently felt along the implant.
“There it is.”
She marked each end with a skin marker.
“Just so I know exactly where it is.”
She cleaned the area thoroughly with antiseptic.
“This part’s the sharp scratch.”
The local anaesthetic stung.
Y/N hissed.
“Sorry—that burns.”
“It does.”
Jack squeezed her opposite hand.
“Breathe, Hunchback.”
She snorted.
“Clicky.”
The nurse looked between them.
“I feel like I’ve interrupted an ongoing argument.”
“It’s permanent,” Jack said.
“It really is,” Y/N agreed.
The nurse smiled.
“We’ll give that a few minutes to work.”
She turned back to the computer.
Typing notes.
Confirming consent.
Recording the anaesthetic used.
After several minutes she returned.
“I’m just going to check.”
She gently pressed over the marked area.
“Sharp?”
“No.”
“Pressure?”
“Yeah.”
“Perfect.”
She cleaned the skin once more.
“I’m making a tiny incision at the end nearest the implant.”
Y/N deliberately looked at the ceiling.
Jack kept hold of her hand.
The nurse made a tiny cut.
“You won’t feel pain—just pushing.”
Y/N felt pressure.
Nothing more.
The nurse gently manipulated the implant beneath the skin.
“I always tell people I’m basically going to pop it out like a pimple.”
Y/N laughed.
“Oh my God.”
“It sounds awful, but honestly that’s pretty much what we’re doing.”
With gentle pressure, the white plastic rod appeared through the tiny incision.
“There we go.”
Using small forceps, she grasped the end and smoothly slid the implant free.
“And that’s it.”
She held it up.
“All out.”
“…Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
The whole thing had taken barely a minute.
The nurse applied firm pressure with gauze.
“Just reducing the bruising.”
She then placed Steri-Strips over the tiny incision before covering everything with a small waterproof dressing.
“You’ll want to keep this clean and dry.”
She gently pressed the edges down.
“Leave this dressing on for three days.”
She continued explaining.
“You’ll probably bruise.”
“It might ache a little once the anaesthetic wears off.”
“If it becomes very red, swollen, increasingly painful, or starts discharging, let us know because those can be signs of infection.”
Y/N nodded.
“I’ll also remind you that because you’ve been using Depo injections, continue those exactly as advised unless your clinician has told you otherwise.”
“Will do.”
The nurse smiled.
“All finished.”
By the time they reached the car again Y/N looked exhausted.
“You survived.”
“Barely.”
“You didn’t even faint.”
“I considered it.”
Halfway home—
“Jack…”
“I know.”
He pulled over again.
By the time they reached her house she looked grey.
The front door had barely opened before a brindle Staffie came charging over.
“Ellie.”
The dog wriggled so hard her whole body wagged.
Y/N crouched—
Or attempted to.
Jack caught her elbow immediately.
“Easy.”
“I’m okay.”
“I know you think you are.”
Ellie leaned against Y/N’s legs carefully, licking her hand.
“There she is.”
Jack smiled.
“Someone missed her mum.”
He unlocked the door while Y/N shuffled inside at approximately half a mile an hour.
Click.
Click.
Click.
She looked back.
“I heard that.”
“You heard what?”
“The emotional support Labrador.”
Jack gasped theatrically.
“I save your life daily.”
“You held my hair while I threw up.”
“I did.”
“You drove me.”
“I did.”
“You held my hand.”
“I did.”
She smiled tiredly.
“…Thanks, Clicky.”
He smiled back.
“Anytime, Hunchback.”
Neither of them mentioned that he’d be staying another night.
He simply kicked off his shoes, filled Ellie’s water bowl while Y/N curled up on the sofa with a blanket, and silently started making toast she probably wouldn’t manage to eat.
Some jokes never changed.
Neither did the fact that, on the hardest days, they never let the other one face them alone.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
How did your appointment go? I hope you are able to get some rest 💜
It went really well! Thank you the nurse was so sweet! I’m trying to rest my body is just struggling with falling asleep right now it’s more dozing off 🤣🫠, but thank you so much for checking in it means so much!
Your page is the best! It’s a safe space for me to help get through my own health issues. Thank you, but I’m so sorry that you are going through this too.
Ah thank you so much! 🥲, I’m so glad you think that at the end of the day that was my goal! You are so welcome and I hope you’re doing as okay as you can right now!
The way I see it we get dealt cards some people get good some people get shit or a mix but we’re all doing the best we can and making a life and a difference regardless 🫶🏻
Also, I’m so happy you are back. I hope you are able to post a fic soon, but please feel better.
Hey!
Thank you so much it went really well! The nurse I had was so so sweet. Took my mum because I’m still shaky and not feeling 100% had to pull over and run from the car when we got home too because of the intense nausea but I’m feeling a little better ish 🫶🏻
Funniest thing from today is the fact my mum had seen an an implant in the arm before and she was baffled after the nurse too it out didn’t think it was 4cm long, she thought it was like the size of those pills they get people to swallow in spy films to track them 🤣🤣, made my day a little 🥲
This makes me feel better seeing your guys messages in my inbox it’s so sweet! I will be posting one soon when it doesn’t take me 10 minutes to form a coherent thought 🤣😩
🥺 are you taking any other chronic health issue besides endo? I didn’t realize how many people have heart issues and how many people get brushed off. I thought I was the only one. I have decided to stop going to my cardiologist because they always tell me nothing is wrong. People at my job say otherwise.
Yes!!! Of course I will always try and write them to the best of my abilities so if you can explain it in as much detail as you are comfortable with to help me bring your idea to life. I’m more than happy to I only use endo as an example because I can write about it quite well.
I’m so sorry it’s turned out like this, please please keep pushing. I was like this for so so long but please please please keep pushing and don’t give up because ONLY YOU KNOW YOUR BODY!!!
NO ONE ELSE!!
If my silly little writing and corner of the world can help just someone feel a little more comforted it’s a win because it’s a rough world we’re in trying to get believed and diagnosed without being called insane and told it’s nothing 🥲.
So please send anything in and I’ll try my best to make sure that it’s the best I can do, I’ll go down rabbit holes for information so it’s as real and factual as possible because we all need the comfort that’s why I started doing this!
Send it in I hope this helps and please keep pushing I know it’s gut wrenching and a hobble belittling feeling to be dismissed but please keep pushing you know your body no one else!!!
( if this seems very jumbled currently answered this on little to no sleep if you can call dosing off that, I’m 40mg deep into oral m0rphine for the pain and it’s not touched it - don’t worry I’m still well within my prescribed limits. It’s rough but I’m so happy to make this a safe space that I think this little place is 🫶🏻)
Y/N’s endo has been nonstop for a couple months. It never fully goes away between pain and heavy bleeding. One night at home y/n’s pain was out of control to where nothing in the safe harbor room and emergency pain meds were working. Her bleeding ramped up earlier and it was borderline hemorrhaging. Connor decided while she was barely coherent to bring her to med. Hannah meets them there and they decide she needs to be in ICU and transfused. She ends up minorly hemorrhaging and they take out her implant.
Also, Ava decides to get a cardio workup emergently as her vitals were all over the place worse than they were at home.
Thank you ! I’m sorry if it’s too much. I hope tomorrow goes well. ❤️
Hey so..
I would love try write something like this, but unfortunately as someone who’s almost had to have a blood transfusion because of heavy bleeding but then being gaslit into being told it was normal because I was just below the range by a few number.. and being on tablets that they give to trauma patients I don’t feel comfortable writing this - something in less graphic detail ABSOLUTELY I would write but I’m not in a head space to write this as I am also getting my implant out tomorrow and I’m terrified 🥲😅
Anon this is not your fault I don’t talk about this at all! Thank you for the request and don’t feel sorry if it’s too much you weren’t to know! I really appreciate you though! Please please don’t feel like it’s put me into a bad place I’d rather be honest with you guys than put myself down a hole! Please any ideas you have send them my way!!! 🫶🏻
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Hi! I know you are now writing for the Pitt, but are you still writing for one Chicago? I have a couple Connor ideas but I know you have been sick and I didn’t want to bother you and send you them. 🥺
I’m sorry if this is a bother
Hi!
Yes I am still writing for both, it’ll be more the Pitt but still definitely writing for both.
Send them in I’ll have a look at them!
You’re never a bother I’m just used to whatever this is now so it’s not a bother at all, if anything it’s helping take my mind off it, I will say they might seem jumbled because I’m on some strong pain meds but I’ll definitely take a look! 🫶🏻
The poll finished so I want something to take my mind off my doctors appointment tomorrow so…
I will now be writing for the Pitt mainly Jack I think because he seems like he’d understand the most and I’ll be doing the normal character parings like…
Daughter reader
Sister reader
Etc etc
So please don’t hesitate to send me some ideas and I can see what I can work with for m mainly wanting to do chronic illnesses or readers trying to figure out why they feel like this like reader having to go to the er again because of suspected endo pain etc and maybe like my appointment tomorrow where I’m getting the implant out, or where reader has to have injections to see if it helps them etc….
Also I will be changing the theme of my blog and the name but not getting rid of any fics my Masterlist will be the same!
