Yn's pov:
I walk in the firehouse. I'm weak because I had my first round of chemo. "Hiii yn! Are you feeling better?" Vic asks. "Yeah," I say. That yelling helped my head none.
After about a week, I think they start to notice. "You okay? Cause no offense, but you look horrible," Andy says. "Mhm," I say.
The day after my 7th treatment -
I walk in very weak. I can't hide it well anymore. We're all in the kitchen. "You sure you're feeling okay?" Jack asks. I don't know how long I can keep this up. "Guys, I need to tell you something," I say. Everyone looks at me. "Don't freak out.. but um.. for the past 2 weeks, I've been doing chemo," I say, my voice breaking. "M My cancer came back," I'm so weak. I can't stay awake.
Andy's pov:
I run over to her and catch her before she falls. "Is she okay?" Vic asks. "She's sleeping. She hasn't given herself time to rest," Ben says. We take her to the couch and cover her.
"The freaking healthcare system is so messed up..." Jack says. "What?" Vic asks. "She nearly killed herself trying to pay for a treatment for something that's already killing her!" He says, angry. "I know, it's horrible," I say.
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Multiple Series Oneshots
Fanfiction911 Lone Star, Station 19, Grey's Anatomy, and Chicago Fire Mostly angst.. Some with self insert and some with just the characters.
