#explosiones

🚨Hace unos meses se hizo viral un video sobre un experimento en el que hacían explotar iPhones de forma remota, utilizando únicamente los componentes internos del celular. 😳👇

Mira el video aquí 😱

thank you so much for this prompt, dear! it was challenging, but i hope i did it justice!

[keep holding on]  [~770 words] [teen and up audiences] [unbeta’ed] [carlos reyes, tk strand, judd ryder] [fire, injuries, explosions, angst] [written for @911inthefuture, day 7: free choice]

[they are enjoying their night off when the power gets cut off]

keep holding on | on ao3

The power cuts off in the middle of the night, right when Carlos is beginning to touch TK in all the places his husband loves. With a groan, he stands up, half naked and annoyed. TK laughs at him and goes to the basement, saying "I can fix this!" while he searches for the fuse box.

Carlos doesn’t understand what happens next. One moment they don’t have any kind of power, and the next one there's an explosion and he can hear TK screaming loudly.

Carlos has never run so fast in his life. He scrambles down the stairs to face the hell he's basement has become — cut cables and fire creaking, surrounding TK and creeping closer to him.

"TK!" he cries out, skidding the last few steps until he can kneel next to his husband. He’s taking his phone out of the pocket of the trousers he's still wearing and dialing 911 before his brain can register it. He assesses TK's injuries, cataloging them — there are burns and cuts, an ugly gash on his forehead and a nasty looking gaping hole on his side that’s spurting black blood. "You'll be alright," he mutters after he's given his address to the dispatcher. There’s a loud noise behind him; when he looks up, he sees the stairs that would lead them to the kitchen — and, therefore, outside — have collapsed on themselves, leaving them with no way out.

"It wasn’t an accident, Carlos," TK mutters. "The cables were cut. "

Carlos nods absent-mindedly, not really paying attention to those words. He’s too busy trying to keep TK awake without hurting him further.

"Carlos, are you listening to—" TK trails off, a bout of coughing taking over him, making him shake violently.

Carlos almost loses his mind right then and there, to the sight of his strong husband succumbing to the smoke.

"I—I—it's okay," he stammers. "It's alright," he continues, shushing TK when he tries to speak. "Save your strength, Ty."

"But I—"

"Shhh," he says, leaning in to kiss TK’s forehead softly. "Just hold on, okay? I need you to stay with me."

"I'm cold, Carlos," TK murmurs. He hides his face into Carlos' chest. "Why is it so cold?"

Carlos panics. They’re surrounded by a fire he can’t put out, TK can’t be cold. He fears that his husband might be in shock due to the lack of blood — the gash on his forehead and the wound in his side haven’t stopped bleeding.

"Here, here," Carlos offers, wrapping his arms around TK and squeezing in an attempt to share his body heat without putting too much pressure on TK’s injuries. He sighs. "They'll come for us, Ty. Just hang on."

But he can feel TK drifting away against his bloody t-shirt, and Carlos can do nothing to prevent his husband from surrendering to sleep. He doesn’t want to lose hope, but as time drags on and he can't wake TK up, Carlos begins to despair.

By the time they're found, TK is completely unresponsive. Carlos can't seem to wake him up anymore, but he refuses to give up when he's told to step back so someone can take a look at his own injuries. He fights back, screaming and kicking out, until strong arms hold him back and he recognizes Judd's voice whispering, "Let them work, Carlos. TK will be fine. He will."

They load his husband on a gurney and he jumps into the back of the ambulance almost without thinking, the paramedic taking care of him mumbling angrily behind him. The ride to the hospital feels endless, his injuries finally tended to as he grabs TKʼs hand and begs for him to wake up.

TK codes twice on the road, but they manage to bring him back. Carlos cries and begs and yells and sobs, never giving up. They promise TK will pull through — he wants to believe that, he needs to — as the gurney rolls past those doors where he can't follow.

It's unnerving, the wait. Even though he’s not alone, even though the 126 and some officers from his precinct drop by go make sure he’s taken care of himself, Carlos can't shake the feeling that he should have done more. He should have saved TK.

Four days later, it's not him who saves TK, but he’s the one TK comes home with to recover. Five days later, he joins the investigation that leads them to think the fire was arson.

Ten days later, he's there when Mitchell arrests the man who set his house on fire and almost cost him his happiness.

JUST CAUSE 4, más explosivo y extremo que nunca