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Tarlos (9-1-1 lonestar) Sickfic

First fic for Carlos and T.K. so let me know what you think. I just think that they're so adorable I knew I had to write for them.

TW: depictions of vomit

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When Carlos woke up he knew something was wrong. It took him a moment to wake up enough to figure out what it was though. He felt awful. As soon as he opened his eyes his head pounded, giving him vertigo. His stomach turned as the room did the same. He pushed himself up to sit against their headboard with shaking arms. With his eyes closed tightly against the spinning, he felt blinding to his left until his hand collided landed on T.K.'s back.

"T.K." he said quietly. Normally he would never want to wake T.K. up, especially after just coming off of a 24 hour shift, but he just felt so sick. He needed him.

"T.K.?" he said again, a little louder this time, pushing gently on his shoulder.

"Hmm, what?" T.K. mumbled sleepily, rolling over toward Carlos. "Carlos, what's wrong?" he asked, once he saw his boyfriend sitting up in bed, looking... unwell.

"I don't feel well," Carlos said softly, afraid something else would come out of his mouth if he raised his voice any. His stomach felt sour, like it was filled with acid, and the saliva flooding his mouth tasted about like it.

"Yeah I can tell, you don't look so good babe," T.K. said, sitting up and pressing the back of his hand to Carlos's cheek, then his forehead. "You've definitely got a fever, you're pretty warm," he added.

Carlos relaxed a little at his touch, but his stomach still churned. He wasn't sure he could move on his own even if he wanted to though.

"You gonna throw up?" T.K. asked, somehow able to read him without him saying another word. Carlos nodded. "You think you can make it to the bathroom?" T.K. asked, placing a hand on Carlos's arm. Carlos nodded again.

"Alright, let's go then. I've got you," T.K. moved to slide off the bed on Carlos's side, then grabbed him carefully by the elbow to help him up. He stumbled as soon as he was upright, but T.K.'s strong arm was around his waist supporting him immediately. He let himself be led to the bathroom, keeping his eyes shut until he felt T.K. lowering him down to the floor.

Carlos kneeled down in front of the toilet, leaning over the bowl in anticipation. T.K. crouched down behind his boyfriend, placing a hand on the center of his back while they waited.

A few minutes went by and nothing happened, so T.K. sat down, leaning back against the bathtub. He grabbed Carlos's waist to pull him down to sit with him but he resisted.

"Babe why don't you sit for a little bit? It doesn't seem like your body's ready yet," he said, rubbing a hand up and down his spine comfortingly.

"Can't." Carlos shook his head. He was still leaning over the bowl, his mouth open and his eyes unfocused. He had never felt so nauseous in his life. His mouth kept filling with bitter tasting saliva, which he spit into the bowl. A few times he actually gagged but nothing came up.

After a few more minutes, Carlos did sit back on his heels, but only because his knees were starting to hurt.

"You want a towel or something under your knees?" T.K. asked.

Carlos nodded. He felt the warm hand leave his back as T.K. got up and walked to their hall closet.

"Here, lift them up for a second," T.K. said softly, kneeling down beside Carlos. T.K. slid the towel under his knees, which was a relief when he put them back down.

T.K. went back to his spot behind Carlos, trailing his fingers up and down his back, occasionally tracing circles or patterns.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to bed to wait this out baby?" T.K. asked after a few more minutes passed.

Carlos shook his head. He couldn't explain it, but although the bed would be more comfortable, he just felt too nauseous. He had to stay here. "You can go back to bed," he added, realizing that T.K. must be exhausted. He hadn't gotten much sleep after his shift before being woken up.

"No, no it's okay. We'll stay here for as long as you need, babe" T.K. said, giving Carlos's shoulder a squeeze before resuming the back rub.

Just as Carlos was about to give up himself, his stomach suddenly lurched. He hardly had time to think before his stomach contents came pouring out of his mouth into the bowl. He rocked forward even more, bringing a hand up to grip the side of the toilet as his body contracted with another wave. His stomach clenched again, this time only bringing up bile and spit which burned his throat on the way up.

His stomach ached with the force of the contractions that continued to wreck his stomach, even though nothing was coming up anymore. He couldn't stop. He coughed, tears welling in his eyes from the exertion.

"Easy babe, take it easy, you're done. You're all done, just try to breathe," T.K. soothing voice materialized behind him. Carlos had almost forgotten he was there. He tried to focus on T.K.'s voice and the warmth from his hand resting on his back as he forced a deep breath in, and out.

He let himself collapse over the toilet, his head falling to rest on his arm which was draped over the seat. He was exhausted and he felt absolutely disgusting. His stomach still hurt.

T.K. kept rubbing his back for a moment, letting Carlos catch his breath before he asked, "You think you're ready to go back to bed?"

Carlos shook his head, an involuntary groan escaping his lips.

"Still feeling nauseous?" T.K. asked sadly.

"Mmhmm," Carlos hummed, afraid of opening his mouth.

"Alright, I'm gonna go grab you're pillow and a blanket then so you can at least lay down," T.K. said. He stood up, bending down to give Carlos a kiss on the forehead before he left the bathroom again. He returned a moment later, sitting down against the side of the bathtub with his legs crossed and set the pillow down in his lap.

"Come here baby," T.K. said, pulling Carlos's limp body away from the toilet and maneuvering him to lay down on their rug with his head in T.K.'s lap with a blanket draped over him. "Just try to relax for a while okay?" T.K. said, running his fingers through Carlos's messy hair. That always calmed him down.

Unfortunately, Carlos only had about 15 minutes of reprieve laying in T.K.'s lap before he lurched back over the toilet to be sick again.

"Aw baby," T.K. sighed, feeling awful watching his boyfriend be so sick. Thankfully this round didn't last as long, since he didn't have anything left to bring up anyway. After a few moments of dry heaving over the bowl he was finally able to breathe again.

"Fuck-" he breathed out, spitting into the bowl. His legs trembled from holding him up, hunched over.

"Come here love, I've got you," T.K. said from behind him, as if he'd read his mind again. T.K. gently pulled him back with a hand on his hip, moving him to sit in between T.K.'s legs and lean back against his chest. Carlos leaned his head back against his boyfriend's shoulder, taking slow deep breaths to make sure his stomach was going to behave.

"That's it, just breathe," T.K. encouraged, taking some slow deep breaths of his own for Carlos to model after.

"Let's go back to bed," T.K. said after Carlos seemed to have settled finally. "I'll bring the trash can in case you feel sick again later," he added, knowing Carlos might still be hesitant to leave the bathroom.

"Okay," Carlos agreed. He was exhausted.

T.K. slid out from behind Carlos and stood up, then leaned down to offer him both hands. Carlos took them, feeling like his limbs were made out of lead, and let T.K. pull him to his feet. T.K. led him back to bed, and helped him climb under the covers.

T.K. turned to head back into the bathroom and grab some stuff, but Carlos grabbed his wrist. "Hey," he said, turning back around, "what's wrong?" he asked. Carlos looked like he was about to cry.

"Where are you going?" Carlos asked shakily.

"I'm just gonna go grab your pillow and stuff, I'll be right back, okay?" T.K. said, reaching up to brush Carlos's curls out of his eyes. Carlos nodded and let go of his wrist.

T.K. gave him a soft smile before heading back to the bathroom. He quickly grabbed the pillow and blanket from the floor, as well as the trash can and towel, just in case. He set up the trash can on top of the towel on the floor next to Carlos's side of the bed, then helped him get situated with his pillow and draped the blanket over their comforter.

"You think you could drink a little bit of water if I brought you some?" T.K. asked.

Carlos immediately shook his head. That was what he expected, but he still sighed.

"What about one sip? I don't want you to get dehydrated," T.K. tried to bargain with him. "You need to take some medicine anyway," he added.

"I'll just throw it up," Carlos shook his head again.

"Well then at least you'd have something to throw up," T.K. reasoned. Carlos hesitated, but didn't say anything. "Just one sip okay? I'm gonna go get it," T.K. said, figuring that the absence of a no was the closest he was going to get to a yes. He walked out to their kitchen to grab a glass of water and two ibuprofen for the fever.

"Here, all you gotta do is take one sip to take the meds and then we'll go to sleep," T.K. said, holding both out to Carlos.

Carlos chewed on his lip like he always did when he was nervous. T.K. didn't blame him. He was sure that he wouldn't want to put anything in his stomach if the roles were reversed either. But his paramedic brain knew that he needed water and medicine.

After a moment of hesitation, Carlos accepted the pills, popping them into his mouth before grabbing the glass and taking a very small sip. He really would've liked for him to drink a little more, but he didn't want to push it, so T.K. took the glass back and set it on the nightstand before crawling into bed next to Carlos.

He scooted up behind Carlos as they both laid down, pulling Carlos toward him until his back rested against T.K.'s chest. He slid one arm under his head and draped the other over his waist, holding him close.

"Wake me up again if you need me okay?" T.K. whispered.

Carlos hummed in reply, snuggling back closer against his boyfriend. He almost always wanted to be the big spoon, but right now he was so grateful to have T.K.'s arms wrapped around him.

To be continued...

#9-1-1 lonestar #sickfic #sick carlos reyes #carlos and tk #caretaker tk #tw: vomit #vomit trigger warning

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some-little-infamy · 1 year

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Fresh Surprises

Flufftober Day 28 - Picnic (Read on AO3)

“What about this?” Carlos asks, holding up two different kinds of squash, one in each hand.

“I’ve always been more of a zucchini person,” TK admits. “Ooh, but my mom had this family recipe for butternut squash pear kugelettes that’s quite possibly one of my favorite things. I should see if my dad has it around somewhere…”

Carlos notes everything that TK mentions liking, or shows even the vaguest interest in. He has a plan, and that plan is to surprise TK for their anniversary next weekend. He wants to make a meal as a surprise but in order for it to be a true surprise it means he can’t ask too many probing questions or else TK will immediately get suspicious.

So Carlos gauges what he might use for his meal next week, making a mental note of the most promising options. He buys a few things that day to justify the trip as more than just a fact-finding mission before turning home to get ready for their shifts later that day.

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TK knows it’s their anniversary, but Carlos hasn’t said anything about it at all. In fact, every time he brings up going out for dinner or drinks or making any sort of plans, Carlos just says he’s busy and doesn’t know when he’ll be back later so he can’t commit to anything.

Which is fine. Honestly, TK is totally fine just spending the day inside… but he’d like to spend it with his fiancé, and he can’t shake the feeling that he’s being intentionally blown off. Even his dad is weird when he calls for a distraction, talking loudly over some noise in the background before hanging up abruptly.

He’s about to give up and just go take a nap when he hears keys turning in the lock, and Carlos enters the apartment.

“Oh good, you’re dressed,” Carlos says. “Come with me, and don’t ask why, it’s a surprise.”

TK looks down at the jeans and off-white shirt with beige and brown stripes he’s wearing, about to ask what exactly he’s dressed for, but the moment he opens his mouth Carlos shakes his head.

“Nope. Surprise. Just trust me,” Carlos implores, and TK is helpless against those pleading eyes.

“Alright,” he agrees, following Carlos out to the car.

They pull up outside of the park where Carlos gets out first and practically sprints around to the other side of the car so he can cover TK’s eyes the second he steps out of the passenger seat.

“Really?” TK asks with a laugh but doesn’t fight being led forward, trusting Carlos to guide him.

A few minutes later they stop walking. TK can feel grass beneath his feet instead of the paved pathways they were previously on.

It’s a picnic.

There’s a red and white checkered blanket on the ground like something out of a romance movie. Spread out on top of it are small plates of fried zucchini blossoms, little finger sandwiches made with pastrami, a plate of cut-up fruits, and even a chilled bottle of sparkling apple cider.

“Are those my mom’s kugelettes?” TK asks, eyes wide.

“Your dad helped me make them this morning,” Carlos says with a hint of pride and self-satisfaction.

“This is amazing. This is…” TK smiles. “I can’t believe you did all of this just for me. I love it. I love you.”

TK turns his attention fully back to Carlos, crossing the space between them to pull his fiancé in for a kiss.

“I love you, too,” Carlos says, and TK can’t remember the last time he felt this content. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

#tarlos #t.k. strand #carlos reyes #9-1-1 lonestar #9-1-1 lone star #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #flufftober 2022

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