Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- Paramedic

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Being a paramedic meant that I met someone new every day. Sometimes multiple people every day. You met your best friend while being a paramedic. You had been a paramedic since you were 21, which was 2 years ago.

You loved getting to meet new people, young and old.

Today was a slow day. You had taken a call, driving to an elderly woman's house, helping her off the floor of her bedroom after hurting herself.

Sitting in the ambulance, driving around LA, you and your best friend were just chatting.

"Hold on, we're getting a call." You stopped talking before picking up the radio.

After a few minutes, you started driving to the given location.

"What's going on? What's the situation?" Your friend Beth asked.

"24 year old male has fallen from a dangerous height after his harness snapped." You informed Beth, who seemed more worried than she had been previously.
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You parked at the location, running into what seemed to be a giant studio set.

"Over here!" A lady yelled, directing you and your friend to the hurt person.

As you got to the set, your eyes widened. You and Beth both recognised who was on the floor. Tom Holland was on the floor. You were happy that you were going to be helping Tom Holland, but of course you weren't happy that he was hurt.

Beth got the stretcher ready as you knelt down next to Tom.

"Hi Tom. Can you hear me?" You asked, watching as Tom nodded his head.

"Okay. Where does it hurt?" You asked, assessing based on how he was positioned.

"M-My back...and my leg." He spoke.

"Can you move your toes?" You asked, watching as he tried, but failed.

"I can see some swelling and bruising around his leg. Let's get him onto the stretcher." You instructed as someone held the stretcher.

"Rotate Tom to the left." You watched as he was rotated to his left, allowing Beth to put her arms underneath him.

"Rotate to the right." You helped rotate Tom before putting your hands underneath his back and neck.

"3...2...1...lift." You instructed, Beth lifting Tom at the same time as you. With someone holding Tom's feet gently, you placed him on the stretcher before rolling him to the ambulance.

"I'll drive." Beth smiled. Getting into the back, you got him into the ambulance, giving him some gas to help with the pain.

"Hey Tom, can you tell me how far you fell?" You asked.

"Around...8 feet." He spoke, you could tell that he was trying to ignore the pain.

"Well luckily for you, we're going to get you to a hospital where they can help you." You smiled.

"C-Can we talk a photo? I want to remember the two women who helped me when I needed it." He smiled, taking out his phone.

"Sure." You smiled as Beth pulled up to the emergency room. Before he was wheeled away, he took a photo with you and Beth.

"Y/N, what a nice name." He read your name tag.

"Thanks." You smiled.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N." He shook your hand.

"It's nice to meet you too, Y/N." You shook his hand, before letting him be wheeled off by a few nurses.