Buck's POV

I woke up to white walls, white ceiling, white everything and the smell of sterlization. My eyes fluttered open to see darkness, indicating it was either night or the lights were off. I turned to look out of the window, and confirmed it was in fact night time. I swallowed,

'Jesus'

My mouth was dry. Unfortunately, the spit that was meaning to go down my asophogaus, ended up getting stuck and choking me. Which sent me into a coughing fit, gasping for air, (it hurt like a bitch).

Next thing I know Eddie's by my side, handing me a glass of water.

"Easy. Easy. Here drink- slowly!"

I took the glass, but was shaking too much so Eddie held it too. I was still gasping at this point and I thought it was safe to drink a little, without me spitting water on him. I took the straw in my mouth, cringing at how hard it was to swallow. I was kinda of dimming the pain when I said cringing, more like it felt like a giant ball fire going down. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back in hope it'll go down easier. I knew I probably looked like I was getting possesed or something from Eddies view. It hurt so bad that I whimpered

"Buck, you need to calm down for me buddy."

He said putting his hands on my arms rubbing up and down, soothingly. I was in a world of pain just from trying to swallow, I'm scared to find out how painful it'll be when the morphine wears off, which I think it slowly was. I tried to swallow again only to let out a choked sob. The hands that were once rubbing my arms soothingly, made their way to both sides of my face. He moved my face towards him even though my eyes were closed.

"Buck...Buck...Evan! Look at me."

I heard Eddie whisper softly to me. I couldn't disobey him when heard the desperation in his tone, so I slowly opened my eyes. I saw Eddie look at me with such sadness and worry. I had to let him know that I was, somewhat, okay.

"Im-Im Fin-"

I couldn't even finish my sentence, because I broke off into to another coughing fit.

'Jeez this hurts worse than last time'.

I kept coughing, coughing, coughing. I felt something move in the back of my throat, and it hurt. I realized it was my feeding tube that they inserted yesterday. I remebered how badly it hurt to cough it up and then get it put back in. I continued coughing- a whooping cough. I heard nothing the entire time I was hacking up a lung, but I knew Eddie was there. I felt one hand rubbing my chest, and the other steady on my arm. The feeding tube continued to move in the back of my throat, choking me slightly, but over inflaming the pain in my throat worse, a sudden bout of nausea came over me and I leaned over the railing of the bed, opposite of Eddie, and vomitted up nothing but water and bile.

"Evan!"

I heard Eddie yell as he moved over to the side I was getting sick on. The puking didn't help my coughing one bit. I knew at this point the tube was coming out. I cringed inwardly at the sound of my coughing/vomitting. The feeding tube moved up each cough, and to make it worse I got choked on each time. It got so bad that I took one of my hands and slowly pulled it out of my nose, with another small sob. I threw it down behind my back since I was still leaning over the railing, going through another bout of puking. Eddie must have pushed the call button because a nurse came walking in with a basin and a clean feeding line. By this point I was done puking,

'I think'

So there was no need for the basin, but for me to spit the rest of the vomit out of my mouth. Eddie and the nurse leaned me back over, so I was laying flat on my back.

"Okay, Evan you wanna tell me what happened?"

The nurse aked sweetly. I swallowed slightly.

"Throat...Can't...hurt..."

I managed to spit out.

"Alright, we're gonna get you some water,calm down a bit, then insert this new feeding tube after. What else. Oh yeah! You're still in a hospital gown, and your boyfreind, brought you some clothes to change into."

she said gesturing to Eddie. Eddie looked at me with blushed cheecks and shook his head saying I'll explain later. The nurse continued

"I'll send a crew in to clean this up but in the mean time, either he or I can help you change into your clothes. Ah! nevermind I know who you'd prefer."

She said winking at me. I smiled trying to cover up the blush. She left too get a cup of ice cubes, when I cocked my head at Eddie.

"Wha-?"

I croacked out, interrupted by a short cough.

"They wouldn't make me leave unless I was family-I was about to say you're my brother, but they automatically assumed I was your boyfreind so I ran with it."

He said with a shrug. I laughed a little, before I coughed once again. The nurse walked back in to see us laughing and placed the cup on the table.

"Alrighty, it's only 9:30 at night but I'll go see what they have in the cafeteria for you to drink other than water. Hows that sound hun? But first... the tube has to go in Sweethart."

she said empathetically.

I vaguely remebered getting it put in the frist time. She said

"You ready?"

to which I nodded and braced myself. She saw me tense and nodded at Eddie to come over to my side. He did and sat there not knowing what to do. settling with putting a hand on my forearm that I didn't realize was shaking. "Okay" she sighed

"1...2...3...".

she said calmly and inserted slowly through my nose.

'God!'

It hurt so bad. I was braced but not that braced. My hands latched onto each railng and squeezed till my knuckles turned white. My eyes shut when she told me to begin swallowing. Swallowing was already hard enough. Now much more. I choked out a sob, and another, and another. It then dawned on me that I was in fact crying. I didn't care at this point, it hurt like a son of a. Eddie's hand that was on my forearm is now, holding my hand. His arm was draped across my body, as if holding it down. I heard the nurse, call someone and not a minute later, a male nurse was in there holding my head still. Once he was in, she began to insert it again. I buried my head further into the pillow once again, and swallowed until she said "Okay, good. good." and taped it to my cheeck. I opened my eyes to see the nurse and Eddie having a silent conversation. The male nurse left and she did as well. Eddie got up from the chair on my side and sat on the bed, where there wasn't food and bile laying in a heap on the ground. not even two minutes since she left, a custodian came in an cleaned up what was left in my system. "Alright good to go!" "Thank you." Eddie replied to the overly exxagerated janitor. We sat in silence for a minute. I was looking up at the ceiling, zoned out. Eddie- Eddie was staring at me which I didn't notice until a little pain thingy, had me shift my weight slightly and grimace. We made direct eye contact. I furrowed my brow at the sight of Eddies eyes looking as if he was in pain.

"What?"

I asked after licking my lips.

"Nothing-nothing. Im just. worried about you and pissed at myself. Like how could I miss this. If only I went with my gut and took you into that ER, you wouldn't have gotten worse."

He said, head down on the verge of tears. I felt so bad for him. Why did he have this much guilt when he did what I told him to do. I reached out for him shakily. But couldn't because my IV got tangled in my other lines. Thankfully he realized what I was trying to do and made it easier. He grabbed my hand and I forced him to look at me.

"Its not your...fault."

I whispered, my throat being more tired than I thought. He wiped his eyes and nodded.

"Good."

I replied, before closing my eyes for some much needed sleep.

9-1-1

A/N: Hey whats up, how you doin?Good!So quick question do you want this story to turn out as a slash between Eddie Buck or keep it as a freindship. Also I have some, but not proffesional knowledge of the medical feild. Although I am learning and hoping to make it my career. So if you have any injuries or critiquing that would fit into this theme please comment and I might make it fit. xoxox