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Been thinking about a fanfic request: Jack abbot and nurse reader (theyâre in a relationship) with an asthma exacerbation. She needs treatment in the ED. She has to get nebs, iv steroids, magnesium drip etc.
We love boyfriend Jack <3
Summary as above
Notes: Medical inaccuracies
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One trauma call.
Another trauma call.
By the third trauma call, Abbot asked you to take a break and cover triage.
âDonât bench meâ you snapped back at him.
âIâm notâ he said calmly, âbut that was back-to-back traumas. It was intense.â
âWhy arenât you benching anyone else then?â You crossed your arms and tilted your head at him.
âBecause⌠not everyoneâs my beautiful girlfriend?â
âThis is the opposite of favouritism.â You said, nothing playful about your tone. You rubbed your chest as you felt it get tight. Your asthma had been bothering you all night but youâve been too busy and ignored it for way too long.
âW-what? is it bothering you?â
You shook your head at him, âLeave it Jack. Iâll be in triage.â
But before you walked off, Jack pulled you in towards him and slowly moved in for a kiss. He liked teasing you when you were upset.
You on the other hand, walked back to triage, anger filling your chest. You thought that dating Jack would get you privileges, and certainly not being pushed to the side.
After a few minutes you realised thatâŚ. he was completely reasonable. He never let the same team attend to three traumas back-to-back. He firmly believed that it clouds someoneâs judgement. So he mixed and match the team.
If anything, he was playing favourites by letting you jump on three back-to-backs.
You shook off whatever feelings you had and braced the triage. You thought to apologise later for being a brat.
The moment you stepped in you instantly hated it. It was worse than trauma calls, far far worse.
Too many drunken idiots and apparently, everyone forgot to put on deodorant today.
You rubbed your chest again and muttered under your breath, âfuck.â
âWhatâs up?â Mateo glanced over.
âItâs nothingâ you shook your head.
âYouâre looking paleâ
âGeee thanks?â you frowned.
Mateo shrugged. âNext one is yours.â
âThank youuuâ you replied sarcastically.
âWhatâs up with you today?â
âSorryâ you quietly said, âitâs been a bad night, Iâm stressed and exhausted.â
âI heard. three traumas back to backâ
You nodded, feeling yourself tear up. âNo one survived.â
Another nurse knocked on the door. âYour next one is here.â
Your next patient was surprise, another drunken idiot of smelt terribly of BO and alcohol. You tried your best to focus on him but your chest was feeling tighter. With the smell lingering around in the air, you felt nauseous and that made your asthma even worse.
âExcuse me one secondâ, you muttered to him before leaving the room briefly. You patted yourself down trying to find your inhaler, but you must have put it down somewhere.
You stumbled back to your locker to grab another inhaler, but your brain was foggy, and you couldnât remember your code. Your chest was no longer feeling tight; it was incredibly tight. You tried to take in a deep breath, but it felt as though you were breathing through a straw. You were starting to wheeze, and before you could get into your locker, you started coughing uncontrollably. Your first reaction was to grab your throat â it was instinct â a survival instinct.
You stumbled back to the pitt, but you couldnât shout for help; you knew you were about to be the fourth trauma call for the night and you hoped you would survive.
But before you could do anything you hit the floor.
âShit!â Mateo yelled before running over to you. âI need help!â
Within less than a minute, you were in one of the trauma rooms.
âUnresponsive to painâ Mateo said.
âLips are grey, scratch marks to the neck. what the hell happened?â Henderson said.
âSheâs asthmaticâ Mateo replied. âShe didnât look too good earlier.
âHigh flow oxygenâ Crus said firmly, âWe lost three and sheâs not about to be the fourth one.â
Parker walked into the room where Jack was in. âDr Abbot â sorry to interrupt, but youâre needed.â
âWeâre almost done in here.â He smiled and turned back to the patient.
âJackâ Parker said firmly, âNow.â
He muttered a quick âsorryâ and walked out to see Parker.
âTrauma one needs you.â
âGet Shen and Henderson in â Iâve done three back-to-backs.â
âJackâ Parker said a lot more sternly this time.
Jackâs heart dropped as he saw the fear in Parkerâs eyes.
âWhatâs stats now, Mateo?â Hendreson said as he listened to your chest.
âOxygenâs improved by 1%â
Jack stormed into the room. âWhat the fuck happened!â
Crus replied, âAsthma attack. Reduced air entry bilaterally. Significant wheeze."
"Start continuous nebulised salbutamol. I want IV access and two grams of magnesium sulfate." Jack added.
âOn itâ Parker said.
He looked over at you, voice breaking, âRight sweetheart you gotta stay with me, alright?â
A few minutes passed, which was torture for everyone in the room.
âLetâs intubateâ
Crus cut in, âJacââ
He snapped, âIntubateâ
âYou could literally kill her â you could literally make everything worse!â Parker yelled. âNo!â
âItâs my decision andââ
Shen cut in as he walked into the room, âSorry, Abbot â itâs mine. Weâre not intubating.â
Jack said breathlessly, âWhat the fuck?â
âYou canât work on family,â Shen said calmly. âSheâs high risk for barotrauma.â
Jack was in disbelief. He took a few steps back, eyes bouncing between you and then. He shook his head slowly, almost saying, i donât believe this.
âJackâ Parker said calmly, âyouâre letting your emotions cloud your judgement.â
He yelled, âIâm not!â
âSheâs high risk!â Henderson bit back. âIntubating might kill her!â
Jack stumbled back and reality sunk in that his emotions and love for you could have hurt you.
âMateo, stats?â Shen asked, ignoring everyoneâs yells, as he tried to listen to the lungs again.
âHR the same, 130, BP slightly improved at 138/87â
âPush steroids, increase oxygen, and we wait,â Shen said firmly.
Somewhere in Jackâs mind, there was a clock ticking, while he held your hand and watched your shallow breathing.
âThis canât be happening.â He muttered to himself. âYou were fine 20 minutes ago.â
The clock ticked, tik tok tik tok tik tok.
Jack couldnât wait any longer, âJust hear me oââ
âJack just be her boyfriend for Godâs sake, pretend youâre not a doctor for a minute!â Parker was about lose her patience.
âOxygenâs improvingâ Mateo said with a sigh of relief.
Jack didnât on the other hand. He started pacing, waiting for any sign that you were still there.
The clock ticked quicker and louder in his head.
You opened your eyes slowly and blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the bright room.
Jack leaned in, âhey, hey iâm here.â
You said weakly, wheezing, âMy chest is on fireâ
âI know, sweetheart, I know,â Jack muttered softly. You noticed that is eyes were glassy as if he had been crying. âWeâre doing everything that we can.â
You nodded, trying to take in another deep breath but it was still feeling awfully tight.
Shen said, âKeep on the nebulisers â salbutamol and now add ipratropium.â
You gave them a thumbs up. Everyone let out a nervous laugh except Jack. He was quiet, mind still ticking, thinking of many, many worst case scenarios.
âWeâll leave you two to it for a minute.â
âHow are you feeling?â Jack said quietly.
âBetter than you by the looks of it?â You gave him a small smile.
He let out a nervous chuckle as he shook his head. âThat was terrifyingâ
You nodded, finally letting your tears run.
âYouâre okay Iâve got you.â He whispered quietly. âIâll never let you go.â
You pulled down your mask. You didnât need to act strong, not here, not with Jack. âI thought I was going to die.â
âI was never going to let that happenâ Jack leaned in, resting his forehead on yours, âNever.â
You felt his warm tears drop down on your cheeks.
He grabbed the oxygen mask to put it back on your our face but you stopped him.
âPlease you need to wear it. donât be stubborn, not now.â
âFor the love of God just kiss me.â You said softly, âstop being a doctor.â
Jack finally let out a nervous laugh, tension finally easing, butterflies now swarming in his chest instead of anxiety as he leaned in for a kiss.
Look I hate to do this but I feel like I don't have a choice. I usually don't agree with call out posts. But this is a call out post. DNI if you support any of these bitches:
"This commission statement refers to people with Autism, ADHD, asthma, auto-immune disease, and chronic illness as a "dire threat to the American people and our way of life."
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