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dreamlikenewyork2018-11-03 11:54 pm
headingforsomething) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2018-11-03 11:54 pm
"Exes and ohs..."
Who: Reecy Chester-Wilson and Jude Willis
What: Faces from the past
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Friday
Reecy had just spent a bit of time visiting Justin, at least until he had fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation. Luckily, as his honorary big sister, she was used to that with him so she knew it had nothing to do with her conversation skills. He looked better than when she last saw him when she drove him up for his appointment at Four Winds and he was agitated and stressed to the point he had jumped out of his skin when she put her hand on his arm right before he lost his shit at her. She knew that had nothing to do with her either and she was so relieved to see how well the ketamine was working. It was the quickest she had seen him recover from a mood flare-up in a long time. He was almost back to his normal self, save for now being covered in a rash and sleepy. She adored catching up with him, especially hearing that the cards had been put on the table for the possibility of him touring. It was incredible for a kid who, just a couple of months before, was restrained to a hospital bed on a closed ward on suicide watch after relapsing with Ice use.
She stepped out of the elevator shooting Kyan a text to make sure he had woken up for his doctor's appointment with her dad. He had a wardrobe malfunction on stage the night before and pulled a groin muscle in the last act. Not that anyone knew that because the show must go on and all that. The way he came off stage after curtain call, Reecy thought he'd been stabbed or something. Needless to say, there was no sex last night but he did earn the uncomfortable reward of an icepack near the dick in December after they got home. Trey was going to drive him to the appointment and Reecy was just reassuring her hubby again that she was pretty sure you couldn't actually sprain a dick even if he was getting sympathetic muscle pain in the general area around it. Boys and their penises.
That was the thought in her head when she suddenly stopped short in the hospital foyer, mouth dropping open. For a moment, she was sure she had been seeing things, but she still double-backed to make sure. She hadn't been seeing things. "Jude!" she gasped, both at seeing him and seeing how well he looked. Like, hipster-level well. He made hipster look good. She was going to quit life if he told her he had turned Vegan and was living on smashed avo, though. "Holy shit. I didn't know you were back. Uh... I didn't even know where you were, to be honest. Shit, um... how are you? You look well." She didn't know if she should offer an awkward hug but instead, pushed her sunglasses up onto her head instead of onto her face where they had been poised as she hit send on her text to Kyan.
What: Faces from the past
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Friday
Reecy had just spent a bit of time visiting Justin, at least until he had fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation. Luckily, as his honorary big sister, she was used to that with him so she knew it had nothing to do with her conversation skills. He looked better than when she last saw him when she drove him up for his appointment at Four Winds and he was agitated and stressed to the point he had jumped out of his skin when she put her hand on his arm right before he lost his shit at her. She knew that had nothing to do with her either and she was so relieved to see how well the ketamine was working. It was the quickest she had seen him recover from a mood flare-up in a long time. He was almost back to his normal self, save for now being covered in a rash and sleepy. She adored catching up with him, especially hearing that the cards had been put on the table for the possibility of him touring. It was incredible for a kid who, just a couple of months before, was restrained to a hospital bed on a closed ward on suicide watch after relapsing with Ice use.
She stepped out of the elevator shooting Kyan a text to make sure he had woken up for his doctor's appointment with her dad. He had a wardrobe malfunction on stage the night before and pulled a groin muscle in the last act. Not that anyone knew that because the show must go on and all that. The way he came off stage after curtain call, Reecy thought he'd been stabbed or something. Needless to say, there was no sex last night but he did earn the uncomfortable reward of an icepack near the dick in December after they got home. Trey was going to drive him to the appointment and Reecy was just reassuring her hubby again that she was pretty sure you couldn't actually sprain a dick even if he was getting sympathetic muscle pain in the general area around it. Boys and their penises.
That was the thought in her head when she suddenly stopped short in the hospital foyer, mouth dropping open. For a moment, she was sure she had been seeing things, but she still double-backed to make sure. She hadn't been seeing things. "Jude!" she gasped, both at seeing him and seeing how well he looked. Like, hipster-level well. He made hipster look good. She was going to quit life if he told her he had turned Vegan and was living on smashed avo, though. "Holy shit. I didn't know you were back. Uh... I didn't even know where you were, to be honest. Shit, um... how are you? You look well." She didn't know if she should offer an awkward hug but instead, pushed her sunglasses up onto her head instead of onto her face where they had been poised as she hit send on her text to Kyan.
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