The Night Shift One-Shots

TC - Return - Part 2

Word count: 980

Warnings: Vomiting

A/N: This story may span quite a few chapters, it kind of ran away with me while I was writing it, but I might split it up with other Drewick or TCxJordan one-shots.

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"I'm not one hundred per cent sure yet, someone will have to run some tests, but I think it's cholera. There was a huge outbreak where I was stationed, and three guys went down with it while we were there. One more in the middle of last week. It got delayed because we were no longer exposed, but something could have triggered it, or it's just been dormant in my body for the past however long." He reeled off quickly, still a feverish shade of green. Jordan grabbed him suddenly as he toppled sideways, close to collapsing. "GET OFF ME J!" He yelled, lowering himself to the floor as his vision blacked out momentarily.

"TC, I can't drive you if there's a risk of you throwing up or blacking out in my car. I'm calling Drew again." She patted her pockets, then remembered she'd left it on the counter. "Hang on." She stormed back into the house.

When she returned outside, she regretted leaving TC. He was leaning against the side of the house, a pool of vomit at his feet. "Sorry about your doorstep, J." He apologised feebly.

"That is literally the least of my concerns, I'll clean it up later. Right now, I'm calling Drew and seeing what he wants me to do." She dialled his number and waited. His shift starts about ten minutes ago, so hopefully, he wasn't bombarded already.

"Jordan, Hi. I assume something's happened?" He sounded stressed already.

"Sorry to stress you even more, but TC has a valid explanation for what's going on, considering his symptoms, and you're not going to like it."

"What's going on? You sound like it's bad. Is it bad?"

"He thinks it's cholera, and with the reasoning he's given me, it all adds up. What do you want me to do?"

"Ok, erm – oh god what do I do." He muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and composed himself. "Right, it's an infectious disease, so we have to be careful how we handle this. Thankfully it's not airborne so that's about the only saving grace we have. I'm going to send an ambulance your way, but I want you to travel separately. You both need testing. Have you touched anything that may carry it?"

"I – I'm not sure. Possibly, I wouldn't rule it out." Jordan stuttered, panicking a little herself. TC threw up again next to her. "OK, you might want to hurry that ambulance up, somethings wrong. He's throwing up blood!"

"Shit, ok. It's on its way, I'd say about four or five minutes out. Don't touch him if you can, and leave any vomit where it is, definitely don't touch that. I'll see you soon, J. Look after yourself."

"Thanks, Drew." By the time she'd actually managed to turn my phone off with shaking hands, she could hear the sirens already. Gwen took TC in the ambulance and told Jordan to drive if she felt well enough – which she did – and meet them at the ER.

Jordan drove behind the ambulance, panicking and trying not to hyperventilate so she could focus on the road, but she was beginning to feel nauseous. Not a good sign, she mentally told herself. Drew and Topher met them at the doors, Drew taking Jordan in and Topher following TC. "Jordan, how are you feeling?" Drew asked once she was sat down in trauma two.

"Not great, Drew. I'm starting to feel really sick and I think I'm getting a fever too." She said, putting her hand on her forehead and feeling an excessive amount of heat.

"Well, that's not good. I'm gonna get scrubbed up for protection on my part, then we'll take some bloods and get full testing done, sound OK?" Jordan nodded and lay down. "Oh, and there's a trash can on the floor next to you if you need it." Drew received a noncommittal grunt, then left to put on an apron, gloves and a mask. He bumped into Topher, who was already scrubbed up.

"How's TC doing?" Drew asked and he pulled on his gloves.

"We pushed the bloods, and it's cholera. Kenny's in there setting up the antibiotic and fluids drip as we speak. He can't keep anything down at all. What about Jordan?" Topher reeled off, looking exhausted and stressed.

"She's nauseous, pale and feverish, but hasn't thrown up yet that I know of. Once I'm scrubbed up I'm taking bloods. Who pushed them for you?" Drew inquired, knowing how hard it was to get lab results back so quickly.

"Scott. If you get them then come and find me, I'll get them to him. You need to stay with Jordan." Topher insisted. "I'll send Krista into you when she's finished with her patient." Drew began back to trauma two when the door opened from the inside.

"Thanks, Toph!" He ran into the room and found Jordan sat on the floor, cross-legged around the trash can, depositing the contents of her stomach. "God, Jordan, I'm sorry." Krista walked in just after Drew. "Excellent timing, Krista. I need ten milligrams of Metoclopramide ASAP."

"On it." She strode out.

"Jordan, let's get you back onto the gurney then we can take bloods." Drew said, picking her up bridal style and placing her down on the bed, the trash can still in her hands. She was now the same sickly green as TC.

"How's TC?" She asked, wiping her mouth and putting the trash can down on the floor.

"He's on meds now, Scott managed to push the lab results and hopefully he can do the same for you," Drew explained, distracting Jordan as he inserted an IV line, taking bloods, then putting her on a fluids drip while he waited for Krista to return.

"What's wrong with us? Is it what he thought?"Drew nodded. "Wait, so we both have cholera?!"