Fics like I don't want the world, but I'll take this city

“Just a little dizzy,” he chokes out. “Think I’m dehydrated, mind getting me one of my drinks from the fridge.” “Blue or red?” Hen calls from the kitchen and oh god, are they all staring at him right now. She brings him both before he can answer, and he’s dully aware that a concerning amount of time must have passed. Buck is trembling too badly to crack one open, his hands weak and tingly, and Eddie has to do it for him. He shudders as icy blue liquid splashes down on his shirt, soaking through the cotton. “No offense, man, but there is no way you are dehydrated. You’ve always got that water bottle and you’ve peed like, a million times this shift.” Eddie’s voice is light, but he isn’t smiling, and he takes Buck’s wrist in the palm of his hand. His other hand finds his pulse with practiced ease, and it must be bad judging by how his brown eyes widen. Or Buck has been living with undiagnosed POTS for over a decade. He has it under control until he doesn't. Sicktember Day 28. Dizzy

Fics like I don't want the world, but I'll take this city

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