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Gyro takes in a shaky breath and gets on his knee.
Marco stares at him with a teddy bear in his arms. Borrowed of course.
“You’re ok?” Gyro asks quietly.
“Yeah!” Marco shouts, ever chipper.
“I’ll be back really soon. Before you know it.” Gyro continues, laying a hand on Marco’s shoulder.
“You said 8,” Marco says, paying no mind to the scenting Gyro was doing.
“I did but you know time flies when you’re with friends-”
“Like a bird?”
Gyro chuckles. “Yeah like a bird. You’re gonna have lots of fun with your babysitter.”
“I’m not a baby.” Marco pouts. “I’m 7!”
“Right right. Your kid sitter. He’s gonna play with you while I’m at work.”
“Till 8.”
“Till 8. You’re really smart.” Gyro ruffles his hair. “Remember my number?”
“It’s on the fridge.” Marco points.
“Mhm. You can call me.” Gyro takes his phone out of his shirt pocket. “Anytime. If you’re scared or if you’re hurt or-or-anything.”
“Got it!”
Gyro looks over his shoulder. The sitter was in the living room. He takes in a deep breath.
<<And if you don’t feel safe with this guy you call me, okay?>>
<<Okay, Gyro.>>
Gyro stands up and rubs Marco’s cheek. “That’s a good kid. Remember what I said okay?”
“Okay!” Marco says, putting his hand on his cheek.
“See ya bugbear.”
Marco waves, the teddy drooping from his arm. “Bye-bye Gyro!”
Gyro turns to the sitter, picking up his bag.
The sitter was a beta. Felt safe. Gyro did a deep background check.
He still didn’t feel right leaving anyone with his kid-
Well-Not his kid. Not yet.
But only a couple more months.
Gyro bites his lip. He was trailing off.
Suzie warned him this would happen. His alpha instincts going crazy over his pack. He couldn’t stay with Marco forever. He had a job to do. A very important job.
This guy was just fine. Not a threat to his family. Not a threat to his kid.
“You’ve got my number,” Gyro tsks, curter than he should but the beta doesn’t seem to notice.
“I’ve got it from here, Mr. Zeppeli.” The beta waves.
“Mhm.”
Gyro forces himself out of the door.
A chill breeze hits his face.
Gyro sighs, looking over his shoulder.
He’d be okay.
Marco...and him.
--
“Donuts! Jelly and cream-filled!” Poco yells, tossing the box onto the table.
Gyro scratches the back of his neck, putting his bag away and heading inside the station. A few other of his EMT and paramedic coworkers were gathered around the break room, eating and talking. It was a mish-mash of scents and sounds that Gyro had grown accustomed to.
The chatter continues, his coworkers were still oblivious to his arrival.
“Oh, you got long johns.” Suzie gasps, taking one out.
“Man, you gotta stop calling it that. Makes me feel like I’m eating a person.”
“A beta cannibal. Didn’t they make a movie about that?” Suzie giggles.
“Oh please, it’s more likely alph-Oh hey Gyro! We got long donuts!” Poco shakes the box.
“No thanks,” Gyro grumbles and sits down on the communal couch.
“No thanks?” Poco questions. “Who are you and what have you done with our alpha?”
“Har har.” Gyro groans.
“Poco go easy on him.” Suzie tsks, grabbing another donut. She sits beside Gyro. “It’s the first day he’s had to leave Marco on the weekend.”
“What? Dude! You’ve left him at school!”
“Not left I dropped him off. When I got out of work he was already done with afterschool. Nothing to miss.” Gyro grumbles.
“Man I don’t get you aloms. Pack instincts and all that. Kid’s fine. You’ve had him for what? Three months now?”
“Four.”
“Fucking four! You ain’t got shit to worry about. He knows your house by now. Knows you by now. Knew you way before you fostered him.”
“Knowing isn’t the same as being there.” Suzie chimes in.
“Oh, what do you know? Y’aint got kids.” Poco scoffs.
“I don’t need them to understand.” Suzie rolls her eyes.
“What psychic omega empathy?”
“Yes,” Suzie sticks out her tongue.
A crackling noise makes all of them perk up their head as the scratchy voice of an operator comes out of the overhead speakers.
“Vehicle needed. The patient suffered a stroke.”
“We got it,” Gyro says, bouncing up.
“Ah, shit man I just got my donuts.” Poco scoffs.
“Take some,” Suzie says, walking over and picking up two as she followed Gyro to the ambulance.
“I don’t wanna choke!”
“Eat slow.”
--
Gyro thrums his fingers against the wheel, looking around.
Traffic.
Typically bad for them but it wasn’t busy.
“We should head back to base,” Poco says, beside Gyro.
“We only answered two calls,” Suzie says from the passenger seat.
“We could do more,” Gyro says.
“Aloms always ganging up on the beta.” Poco scoffs, shaking his head. “I’m being squished here.”
“Go sit in the gurney,” Gyro mutters.
“We can switch seats after our next call.” Suzie offers.
“Oh, now you’ve fucking cursed us. Ain’t gonna get one damn call.”
“Don’t be so superstitious,” Gyro says.
“Oh says the fucking Italian.”
“We’re not all high fiving the pope.”
“You wear a cross.”
“My sister gave it to me.”
“Fucking liar.” Poco scoffs, lightly pushing Gyro’s shoulder.
“Poco if you’re gonna be a baby about it we can just pull over,” Suzie says.
“Oh hell nah. If we’re pulling over we should just head back to base. I’ve got shows to catch up on.”
“Golden Arc?”
“Ah!” Poco puts his hands over his ears. “Don’t spoil that shit!”
“Oh that show Golden Arc that I’m completely caught up on!” Suzie shouts.
“Nyoho. I haven’t watched it, Suze. What happened last?” Gyro asks with a grin.
“No you fucking ass-”
A static crackle rings before a voice calls out. “Ambulance 7.”
Suzie picks up the receiver, all humor gone from her face. “Copy. What’s going on?”
“We got a call from an omega who fell down some stairs.”
Gyro winces.
“You sure we should pick this up?” Poco asks. For good reason.
As an alpha, omega, and beta, they were the ideal trio for an ambulance. There were some things an alpha EMT couldn’t deal with. No matter how good they were every alpha crumbled at an omega Keen. Even on suppressants, an alpha patient in rut was dangerous to an omegan EMT. Many patients needed a different combination of them.
“The omega was the one who called. Didn’t seem hysterical. Surprisingly calm. May be in shock.” The dispatcher, HP says in her usual monotone.
“We’ve got it,” Suzie says.
Gyro flicks on the sirens before HP even gives out the address.
All noise drowns out as he looks around, assessing traffic and routes in an instance.
They’d be there soon.
—
Suzie and Poco hop out of the ambulance as soon as Gyro parks.
Gyro opens his door. “Suzie?”
“It's safe.” She calls out behind her.
Gyro nods. They had to do this with omega patients. Even if they seemed calm on the phone it could easily be a different situation when they got there.
Gyro grabs his supplies and starts striding towards the omega.
He could see them on the floor.
Tiny, unkempt clothes, wavy hair. Deep blue eyes that calmly looked at them as they ran over.
“When did this happen?” Poco asks, bringing attention to himself as practiced.
Poco being the beta made him more neutral and easier to talk to for most patients.
“Before you guys got here. I don’t know maybe 20 minutes.” The omega shrugs.
Gyro’s finally close enough to see the damage.
He frowns.
The omega’s leg was badly scraped. A large gash seemed to be bleeding, though the omega was putting their hand over it. Their hands and arms didn’t care much better. Their lip was split.
Gyro looks over to the nearby stairs. Concrete. They were lucky the wounds weren’t worse.
“What's your name?” Suzie asks in a gentle voice.
“Johnny.”
“Johnny.” Suzie nods. “What’s your pain level? 1-10.”
“Um, two I guess,” Johnny mutters.
Gyro’s brows furrow.
A 2? With that bad of injuries? His legs were in disrepair. Maybe broken.
Something wasn’t right.
Gyro holds out his palms and kneels down to Johnny’s level.
As he does the smell hits him. Fresh peaches and flowers. And something else. Light and doughy.
Gyro’s eyes widened.
“You’re pregnant.” Gyro blurts out.
Johnny’s cheeks turn pink and he lifts up his hand up in shock.
“Don’t take pressure off that.” Gyro barks and puts Johnny’s hand back on the wound.
“What? Gyro are you sure?” Suzie shouts.
“Smell it if you don’t believe me.”
“Don’t.” Johnny leans away from Suzie, closer to Gyro. “I am. Didn’t think you could smell it.”
“This is something you need to mention. This changes our entire assessment.” Suzie explains. “We have to get him to the hospital asap.”
“Right. Can you stand?” Gyro asks.
“No.” Johnny answers.
“Which leg is broken?”
“No, no, no. I’m disabled.” Johnny gestures up to the stairs.
Gyro now notices the folded wheelchair.
No wonder he had no reaction to his legs.
“Why did you climb stairs?”
“No choice,” Johnny mutters.
Gyro grinds his teeth.
“No time for that. Come on.” Suzie says, heading back to the ambulance.
Poco is already there with the gurney. He dashes up the stairs and grabs Johnny’s wheelchair.
“We’re going to take care of you, Johnny. You’re doing really well. Don’t worry.” Gyro says, gently picking up Johnny and putting him on, careful not to twist or worsen the damage.
Gyro can now see how Johnny’s legs lay limp as Gyro moves him.
Forcing a disabled person to take the stairs. A pregnant omega no less! What kind of shitty establishment was this?
“Gyro you stay in the back.” Poco says, running to the passenger side.
Right. Take care of Johnny first.
“How far along are you?” Gyro asks as Suzie starts up the ambulance and starts to drive off.
Poco is speaking with dispatch and alerting the hospital. His voice drowns out with the siren.
“4 weeks,” Johnny mutters.
“A month huh? Congratulations. I need to check your stomach, Okay?”
Johnny nods, tensing a little as Gyro lifts up his shirt.
No bruising or scratches. Good.
“I put my hands over my stomach,” Johnny says, holding up his battered arms.
“That’s good. You’re a great oma. We’re going to make sure you and your little one are okay, alright?”
“Mhm.”
“Whos your emergency contact?”
“Don’t have one.”
“No family?”
“I have but they’re states away.”
“I see. You’re taking this really well Johnny. Really brave.” Gyro reassures him as he tends to his legs.
From what he’s seen nothing was broken but there could be hairline fractures hidden to the eye.
“You’ve got a baby doctor Johnny?” Gyro asks.
“Obstetrician,” Poco calls out.
“I know the word!”
“No. I just found out a week ago.” Johnny says quietly, putting his hands over his stomach with a wince.
“Have you been taking prenatal pills?” Gyro asks.
“Not yet. I just got into this town two days ago. Don’t even know where the pharmacy is. I was just going to a job interview and well…”
“You did the right thing calling it in. You’re doing great. We’ll be there soon. Obviously, you’re not on suppressants but are you taking any other medication?”
“No.”
“Allergies?”
“Latex. Mild. Mild allergy.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Get ready for the switch,” Suzie warns him.
Gyro nods and looks down at Johnny.
“We’ve got you.”
—
Gyro runs his hand through his now loosened hair.
“They’ve got it,” Suzie reassures him.
“I know. He’s just on his own. New town. That kind of stress is not good for a baby.”
“That’s true but the hospital knows the whole deal. They’re not gonna stress him out.”
“He’s only a month in. You know if something happens-“
Suzie puts a hand up. “Don’t. He’ll be fine. Called us right away and protected himself. It wasn’t that many stairs, his legs took most of the blow.”
Gyro nods solemnly.
“Got ya juice,” Poco says, carrying three bottles.
“Thanks,” Gyro mutters, tying his hair into a ponytail again and grabbing a bottle.
“You want me to drive?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Man it ain’t fair. Suzie gets to drive.”
“Only when I’m with a patient.”
“Newbies sit bitch.” Suzie hums, tapping Poco on his shoulder and grabbing a bottle.
“I’ve been here for a whole year now!”
“Still the newbie.”
“You guys suck.”
Gyro runs his fingers around the cap, looking over his shoulder.
He couldn’t get Johnny out of his head.
Those big blue eyes staring up at him. The weird calm.
He didn’t say anything about the baby until Gyro mentioned it. Didn’t talk about it unless Gyro was asking a question.
Found out a week ago.
Johnny didn’t seem very well off.
What if...he didn’t want the baby…
A sick swirl forms in Gyro’s stomach as he turns around and starts walking to the counter.
“What? Gyro!” Suzie tells behind him.
“That patient. Jonathon Joestar. The omega. Can you give him some of those pamphlets about how to deal with an unwanted pregnancy in a healthy way? I know you guys have some around the obstetrician and-“
“Oh my god. Gyro he’s not your patient let it go.” Suzie tsks, pulling on his arm.
“Just please.” Gyro sighs and turns around.
Suzie groans as they walk back. “You have to stop butting into patient care like that. You know doctors get pissed.”
“He’s going to get himself killed,” Gyro mutters.
“It was a spill. You have to stop assuming the worst.”
“It’s our job to do that.”
“Our job is over. Come on you’ve got that little omega boy back home, don’t you? Plenty of people still need us. Johnny’s gonna be just fine.”
Gyro’s shoulders slump. Marco. He hasn’t heard a word from him. A good sign but-
Ugh. Suzie was right.
“You’re right,” Gyro mutters.
“I always am~ hey wait...Poco! Get out of the driver's seat right now!”
Gyro glances back towards the hospital.
As they drive away Gyro’s mind keeps racing.
He just can’t get those blue eyes out of his head.