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Jodie and Rida found Cam crying in the staff room. That wasn’t surprising, given the circumstances; Indie had been injured on a shout after she’d fallen through some rotten floorboards in an abandoned house. Thankfully, it was on the ground floor, so there had only been a couple feet of space underneath, but she’d ended up in Resus with bits of wood stuck in her legs and a suspected concussion. She was in CT at the moment, hence why Cam wasn’t glued to her side.
The girls rushed forward to sit either side of him, wrapping him in their arms. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s going to be okay, Cam, there’s nothing major, she’s not even going to need surgery,” Jodie reassured.
Cam sniffed, reaching up to wipe her eyes. “I know, I know, it’s not that. Well, it kind of is, but I- I know she’s going to be okay. I’m just supposed to do my gel right now.”
Jodie frowned to herself, trying to think why that could be making them cry. Cam had officially been on HRT for two months now, and it had only been making them happy. “Right?”
“Indie normally does it for me,” he whispered, a fresh wave of tears falling.
Jodie and Rida held them tighter, giving each other a look and trying their best not to start tearing up themselves (it didn’t work). Rida started rubbing a grounding hand on her back. “Oh, Cam.”
“I know it’s stupid,” he sobbed. “I’m literally a nurse! I’m perfectly capable of putting some gel on my legs.”
“Shhhh. It’s not stupid, Cam,” Rida firmly said.
“Yeah,” Jodie agreed. “It’s a special thing you two do together. You’re allowed to be upset about it.” She pulled back so she could look at them. “Do you want us to help you?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Rida smiled, offering a hand out. “Let’s go to the playroom then.” Cam took her hand, managing a weak smile of her own as Rida pulled her up.
When they got to the playroom, they made sure they locked the door behind them. Because the gel needed to go on Cam’s thighs today, and if someone walked in on that with no context they’d probably get the wrong idea. Once the girls had washed their hands in the sink in the corner of the room, they came over and sat either side of Cam on the trolley.
As Cam finished cleaning and drying his legs, Jodie picked up the bottle of gel. “How many pumps of this do you need?”
“Two on each side.”
“Alright.” She leaned over to put two pumps on Rida’s outstretched hand, then did the same on her own. As they began to carefully apply it, she asked, “So…you have tits yet?”
The others burst out laughing.“Jodie!” Rida snorted.
“What?”
“Why is that the first place your mind goes to?”
“Well, we talk about ours all the time! It’s only right we start talking about Cam’s now too. It’s gender-affirming."
Rida made a disbelieving face. “Is it?”
Cam nodded, “It is,” still quietly laughing. “No, I don’t have tits yet, it’s only been two months.”
“How big do you want them to get?”
“Jodie!” Rida snorted again.
“What?”
“It’s okay, Rida. This is nice,” Cam assured. They gave Jodie a shrug. “Not that big, I don’t want it to be hard to make my chest flat when I want it to be.”
“That makes sense.” She nodded down at Cam’s legs. “I think we’re all done with this now, you just need to finish letting it dry.”
Cam smiled, briefly wrapping her arms around them before they got up to wash their hands. “Thanks guys.”
Jodie gave him a look. “You don’t have to thank us, Cam.”
“Yeah,” Rida agreed. “We’re your best mates, we want to help you.” Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out, frowning at the screen. “Ah, text from Rash. Indie’s back from CT and apparently she’s fretting over you needing your gel, and they can’t calm her down.”
Cam’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
Jodie started quickly gathering everything up again. “Tell him we’re on our way.”
Rida was already typing. “Yep.” Cam’s gel probably needed another minute to dry, but the odds of that happening were now non-existent.
Even though the girls walked into Resus only a couple of seconds after Cam, she was already at Indie’s bedside when they did, taking her outstretched hand. “Hey.”
They’d barely got the word out before Indie was telling them, “You need to do your gel!”
He reached out to rest a hand on her forehead. “It’s okay, it’s okay. The girls helped me with it already.”
“Oh,” she breathed, visibly relaxing.
“Yeah, now can you please focus on yourself? You literally fell through the floor.”
“It’s not that bad!”
Cam scoffed, “There’s rotten wood sticking out of your legs.”
The two of them kept lightly bickering, and Jodie and Rida looked at each other and smiled. Dorks.