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)
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
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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 🤣💛
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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.
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 🫶🏻
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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!!! 🫶🏻
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!
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Decided to drink coffee on an empty stomach first thing with current heart issues 😗
I feel like Connor wouldn’t be very happy. Not to mention a pop up coffee shop is here at my hospital and one of the nurses went to pick up coffee’s for everyone. Again I feel like Connor and everyone wouldn’t be the happiest 😗🙃
I hope you feel better soon! It seems like a heatwave is hitting everywhere right now.
That sounds like something I’d do hopefully the effects eased off 🤞🏻
Hahahaha I don’t think any of them would be 🤣🤣
Thank you so much I’m just taking it as it comes, and hoping for the best but dying in 32° heat😅🫠
Hi! I hope all the period stuff has calmed down and now that it is just fatigue.
Funny story, my dog decided the best way to lay with me is sprawl out like a log between me and the sofa while I was trying to nap. She then proceeded to snore in my ear 😂
Still love her though 😂
Hi!
Unfortunately it hasn’t had the worst sleep last night because of the mix of the heat, the pain and just not feeling right 🤦🏻♀️. I hope it does calm down though because I’ve had a good 2 weeks since being in hospital 🥲.
Awk what a sweetheart, Ellie my staffie used to do that and as annoying as it was because she was a literal portable space heater I loved it and miss it 🤣🤣
