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Title: Still There Is a Sorrow
Fandom: 9-1-1
Characters/Pairings: May, Harry, Buck, Tommy, Athena, Bobby
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with 9-1-1. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post S7e9 Ashes Ashes At the hospital May makes sure Harry is with Mom and before she goes to sit with Bobby she calls for help.
A/N: The title is from the poem "The Family" by Mary Oliver. I don't think at this point May would know that Hen and Karen lost their foster license hence her thoughts about them watching Harry.
May doesn't want to be the responsible one. Not here in the hospital. Not because both her mom and step-dad haven't woken up yet. She’s grateful Harry was with her tonight. She's unclear how she got them safely to the hospital.
She looks at her mom and reminds herself to breathe. She reminds herself she doesn't have to be the responsible one. She can ask for help.
May takes another slow breath. Harry drops into the chair by the bed. He takes their mom's hand. She crosses to the bed and presses a kiss to her mom's cheek. She straightens. Harry stares at her. He hasn't said anything. He's let her ask all the questions. Harry suddenly seems impossibly young even though she knows she isn't that much older.
“Can you,” she starts and pauses. She shakes her head. “Can you call Dad and David?”
Harry nods.
“Are you okay here if I go sit with Bobby?”
Harry nods again. He opens his mouth, shuts it, then shakes his head. She watches her baby brother take a deep breath. Then he asks, “Can we switch in an hour?”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “I don't want either of them to be alone.”
She considers hugging him, but if she does she's going to start sobbing and she needs to keep it together long enough to call for help and get to Bobby. She settles for squeezing his shoulder. He grips her hand briefly.
She makes her way to a waiting area with uncomfortable chairs and two vending machines. She makes sure there isn't a sign saying she can't use her phone.
Buck picks up on the third ring. “May, are you okay?”
She doesn’t call. Occasionally they text. She mostly sees him at the house she grew up in. The house that no longer exists. So many memories were made in that house and now it’s gone. Inanely she thinks that she almost died in that house too. She sinks into the nearest chair. “I…Are you alone or you with…”
“I’m at my place with Tommy. What’s going on?” He sounds worried. She sounds numb. She’s trying not to cry. She reminds herself she just needs to get through this phone call and then get to Bobby.
“Can you put me on speaker?” she manages. She wishes she could pull up the calming voice she developed at the call center, but it seems to have left her.
“You’re on speaker.”
“Are you sitting down?” she asks.
“May,” Buck sounds worried.
“Look I really need you to come to the hospital, but I need you to get here in one piece and I wish I could tell you this in person,” she somehow chokes out. She knows that sometimes Buck needs to text Bobby, checking that he’s alive. What’s Buck going to do if Bobby isn’t there? Bobby can’t die, can he? May isn’t ready for that.
“I’ll drive him,” Tommy says. “He’s sitting down. Do you want to switch to a video call?”
Her phone buzzes twice in her palm, but she forces herself to take a deep breath instead. She almost wants to switch to a video call but she feels shaky and she’s already got Buck on the phone. “The house burned down. Both mom and Bobby are in the hospital. Harry’s calling Dad and David.”
“I just got a text from David saying Michael is calling Athena’s parents and he’s booking a flight,” Buck informs her. His tone is calming, worried. How is he able to compartmentalize when she can’t?
“That’s good,” she responds. He asks her a few more questions which she haltingly manages to answer. She’s still stuck on the fact that Dad and David are dropping everything to come out here, to help. Soon she'll have three father figures here and it’s never felt like an abundance before, but now with the risk of losing one she can’t help but feel that the universe might be looking at her abundance and thinking she can handle losing one. She’s not sure she can. She can’t. She rocks slightly trying to keep the tears in.
“Tommy’s going to drive me,” Buck reiterates, then informs. “We’ll be there soon. I’ll call Hen. She and I will call everyone else.”
“Okay, thank you,” her voice sounds small, even in her own ears. “I’m going to go sit with Bobby. Harry’s with Mom.”
After they hang up she makes herself sit back, makes herself take another slow breath before she stands. She glances at her phone. She got a text from Harry and David. She lets them both know that Buck is on the way to the hospital and he’s calling Hen. Then she makes her way to the ICU. She pauses at the nurse’s station. She waits to be acknowledged. She introduces herself. She says why she’s here. The nurse offers to show her where Bobby is.
“My brother and I want to switch in an hour. He’s with my mom right now. I don’t know what your policies are. He’s not eighteen yet,” she manages. She sounds so much calmer than she feels.
The nurse nods at her with an encouraging smile, but before she can respond the nurse next her says, “He’s under eighteen and unsupervised.”
“I don’t think she’s talking about a child,” the first nurse says, then turns back to May. “I’m your step-father’s nurse for the night. We’ll make an exception. I’ll get a hold of my supervisor.”
“Thank you,” May responds. “My…”
She trails off. She swallows the words. Maybe this woman would understand her calling Buck her older brother, maybe she wouldn’t, but May doesn’t have to explain.
“Bobby’s coworkers are on the way, they’ll help out my brother and me until my dad and his husband get here,” she finishes. She lets herself be shown where Bobby is while trying to swallow down the panic that she just pointed out that Harry’s a minor with both Mom and Bobby in the hospital. Will she be allowed to watch him? She lives in a dorm. She reminds herself that Hen and Karen are able to foster children and Harry should at the very least be allowed to stay with them. He and Denny are friends. It’ll work out. It has to work out.
She sinks into the chair next to Bobby’s bed and carefully takes his hand. “Mom should be okay. She just needs to wake up. She’s going to be so angry. Harry’s with her. Buck’s calling everyone else. Dad and David are on the way.”
She wants to say he needs to wake up. That she can’t lose him, but her words choke off into a sob. A box of tissues is placed in her lap. She somehow manages to grab the box and thank the nurse. She squeezes Bobby’s hand. She and Harry aren’t alone in this. Help will be here soon. Mom will wake up soon.
“It’s going to be okay,” she tells Bobby. “Just work on healing and waking up.”
Fandom: 9-1-1
Characters/Pairings: May, Harry, Buck, Tommy, Athena, Bobby
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with 9-1-1. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post S7e9 Ashes Ashes At the hospital May makes sure Harry is with Mom and before she goes to sit with Bobby she calls for help.
A/N: The title is from the poem "The Family" by Mary Oliver. I don't think at this point May would know that Hen and Karen lost their foster license hence her thoughts about them watching Harry.
May doesn't want to be the responsible one. Not here in the hospital. Not because both her mom and step-dad haven't woken up yet. She’s grateful Harry was with her tonight. She's unclear how she got them safely to the hospital.
She looks at her mom and reminds herself to breathe. She reminds herself she doesn't have to be the responsible one. She can ask for help.
May takes another slow breath. Harry drops into the chair by the bed. He takes their mom's hand. She crosses to the bed and presses a kiss to her mom's cheek. She straightens. Harry stares at her. He hasn't said anything. He's let her ask all the questions. Harry suddenly seems impossibly young even though she knows she isn't that much older.
“Can you,” she starts and pauses. She shakes her head. “Can you call Dad and David?”
Harry nods.
“Are you okay here if I go sit with Bobby?”
Harry nods again. He opens his mouth, shuts it, then shakes his head. She watches her baby brother take a deep breath. Then he asks, “Can we switch in an hour?”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “I don't want either of them to be alone.”
She considers hugging him, but if she does she's going to start sobbing and she needs to keep it together long enough to call for help and get to Bobby. She settles for squeezing his shoulder. He grips her hand briefly.
She makes her way to a waiting area with uncomfortable chairs and two vending machines. She makes sure there isn't a sign saying she can't use her phone.
Buck picks up on the third ring. “May, are you okay?”
She doesn’t call. Occasionally they text. She mostly sees him at the house she grew up in. The house that no longer exists. So many memories were made in that house and now it’s gone. Inanely she thinks that she almost died in that house too. She sinks into the nearest chair. “I…Are you alone or you with…”
“I’m at my place with Tommy. What’s going on?” He sounds worried. She sounds numb. She’s trying not to cry. She reminds herself she just needs to get through this phone call and then get to Bobby.
“Can you put me on speaker?” she manages. She wishes she could pull up the calming voice she developed at the call center, but it seems to have left her.
“You’re on speaker.”
“Are you sitting down?” she asks.
“May,” Buck sounds worried.
“Look I really need you to come to the hospital, but I need you to get here in one piece and I wish I could tell you this in person,” she somehow chokes out. She knows that sometimes Buck needs to text Bobby, checking that he’s alive. What’s Buck going to do if Bobby isn’t there? Bobby can’t die, can he? May isn’t ready for that.
“I’ll drive him,” Tommy says. “He’s sitting down. Do you want to switch to a video call?”
Her phone buzzes twice in her palm, but she forces herself to take a deep breath instead. She almost wants to switch to a video call but she feels shaky and she’s already got Buck on the phone. “The house burned down. Both mom and Bobby are in the hospital. Harry’s calling Dad and David.”
“I just got a text from David saying Michael is calling Athena’s parents and he’s booking a flight,” Buck informs her. His tone is calming, worried. How is he able to compartmentalize when she can’t?
“That’s good,” she responds. He asks her a few more questions which she haltingly manages to answer. She’s still stuck on the fact that Dad and David are dropping everything to come out here, to help. Soon she'll have three father figures here and it’s never felt like an abundance before, but now with the risk of losing one she can’t help but feel that the universe might be looking at her abundance and thinking she can handle losing one. She’s not sure she can. She can’t. She rocks slightly trying to keep the tears in.
“Tommy’s going to drive me,” Buck reiterates, then informs. “We’ll be there soon. I’ll call Hen. She and I will call everyone else.”
“Okay, thank you,” her voice sounds small, even in her own ears. “I’m going to go sit with Bobby. Harry’s with Mom.”
After they hang up she makes herself sit back, makes herself take another slow breath before she stands. She glances at her phone. She got a text from Harry and David. She lets them both know that Buck is on the way to the hospital and he’s calling Hen. Then she makes her way to the ICU. She pauses at the nurse’s station. She waits to be acknowledged. She introduces herself. She says why she’s here. The nurse offers to show her where Bobby is.
“My brother and I want to switch in an hour. He’s with my mom right now. I don’t know what your policies are. He’s not eighteen yet,” she manages. She sounds so much calmer than she feels.
The nurse nods at her with an encouraging smile, but before she can respond the nurse next her says, “He’s under eighteen and unsupervised.”
“I don’t think she’s talking about a child,” the first nurse says, then turns back to May. “I’m your step-father’s nurse for the night. We’ll make an exception. I’ll get a hold of my supervisor.”
“Thank you,” May responds. “My…”
She trails off. She swallows the words. Maybe this woman would understand her calling Buck her older brother, maybe she wouldn’t, but May doesn’t have to explain.
“Bobby’s coworkers are on the way, they’ll help out my brother and me until my dad and his husband get here,” she finishes. She lets herself be shown where Bobby is while trying to swallow down the panic that she just pointed out that Harry’s a minor with both Mom and Bobby in the hospital. Will she be allowed to watch him? She lives in a dorm. She reminds herself that Hen and Karen are able to foster children and Harry should at the very least be allowed to stay with them. He and Denny are friends. It’ll work out. It has to work out.
She sinks into the chair next to Bobby’s bed and carefully takes his hand. “Mom should be okay. She just needs to wake up. She’s going to be so angry. Harry’s with her. Buck’s calling everyone else. Dad and David are on the way.”
She wants to say he needs to wake up. That she can’t lose him, but her words choke off into a sob. A box of tissues is placed in her lap. She somehow manages to grab the box and thank the nurse. She squeezes Bobby’s hand. She and Harry aren’t alone in this. Help will be here soon. Mom will wake up soon.
“It’s going to be okay,” she tells Bobby. “Just work on healing and waking up.”