FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Twenty: Deny, Deny, Deny

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"Holy sh—" I groaned out, my hand instinctively flying to my temple, my nails digging into the sides of my head as I tried to force away the sharp pain building there. It didn't help so I moved to pinch the bridge of my nose instead, cracking my eyes open very slowly, flinching as a beam of sunlight hit my face from between the curtains. I wasn't entirely sure how I ended up in bed but I was sure it was my bed and I was definitely home. I'd recognise Hollis's old granny curtains that had been gifted to me anywhere.

I let out a groan, my stomach turning unpleasantly as I moved even slightly. Then, my hand touched something, someone in fact, and my eyes snapped wide open.

I turned my head sharply, regretting it instantly as I recognised Hollis lying face down in my pillow, her leg draped over mine, her arm hanging off the bed, snoring softly.

"What the hell happened last night?" I asked myself, swallowing a few times to try ease my dry throat, slowly hitching myself up into a sitting position. I remembered the rage room and then I remembered a bar but after that, there was great whole lot of nothing.

I nudged Hollis slightly, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Hey, Hol?"

Hollis groaned in response, shoving me away from her before groaning again, a soft mumble leaving her mouth, "Fuck off."

"Noted," I nodded slightly, raising my hand to rub my neck before wincing again as a pang went through my head.

I sighed, shuffling to the side of my bed, my feet hitting the cold floor; I wasn't in my clothes from the night before, I was in an oversized shirt and my underwear which was probably Hollis's doing. I shook my head softly to try will away the pain, my eyes catching a glass of water and two pills on the nightstand, painkillers.

"You are a Godsend," I mumbled, intending it for Hollis, picking up to two pills and tossing them into my mouth before downing the water in one go.

"No talking," Hollis whined, burying her face further into the pillow.

"Okay, okay, sorry," I smiled slightly, lowering my voice further, "thank you."

Hollis only hummed in response, getting more comfortable on the bed while I stood up, running a hand through my hair, working the knots out with my fingers as I opened my bedroom door, padding out into the hallway.

The very least I could do was make Hollis breakfast... or lunch as a thank-you for getting me home before we headed back to the hospital. I didn't have much in the fridge but I probably had toast and maybe butter, I could figure something o—

"Good morning," A soft drawl pulled me from my thoughts and I jumped, grabbing my chest and slamming my back into the wall, looking at the person who'd spoken.

My reaction was greeted by a laugh and a wave as I stared into the kitchen, my tired brain unable to process what was going on.

"Do you want coffee? I made a fresh pot just now," Eddie grinned, motioning to the coffee pot with his chin, his voice purposely quiet.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted, pulling the shirt I was wearing down slightly, trying to cover the scar on my thigh.

He turned quickly, training his eyes on a frying pan on the stove, his smile still in place, "Making breakfast?"

"Yes," I coughed to clear my throat, regretting it as my head seized up painfully, "but why?"

Eddie sighed slightly, turning around to motion for me to move towards the kitchen island, "Because I got you home this morning and I wanted to make sure you didn't die of liver failure."