"How sweetly friendship binds our hearts in brother love."

[irockthemic]

Who: Wesley Knight, Noah Fitzpatrick, and Merlin Larson
What: Sharing News
Where: Eleven West, Mount Sinai
When: Morning after this and this

Wesley couldn't say he got a good sleep the night before but he did get patches here and there. The night sweats proved to be horrible when he kept waking up drenched. Staying in a hotel, there were no back-up sheets to call on. The upside was that Noah was with him so when he couldn't sleep because he was feverish, they made out... a lot. But they only had sex again when they woke up in the morning because Wes felt so crappy, the last thing he felt in the mood for was fucking. Noah really did understand that too. Wes didn't have to justify any of what he was feeling and Noah just helped him through it. He was even there to hold him when he had this burst of anger about what happened to him, what was happening to Merlin, and then broke down in frustrated tears somewhere around two am when he had a splitting headache that Advil wasn't touching.

So, it wasn't the best night he had but apparently he slept after that because he didn't wake until after eleven am feeling much more like himself. The ward Brandon was always in at hospital was this swanky unit like a five-star hotel and Wes was wondering what it was truly like to be a celebrity as he and Noah headed to the room number Merlin texted to him last night, hand-in-hand. He knocked softly on the door and stuck his head around the corner to see if Merlin was there. Brandon was asleep but Merlin was sitting in a recliner by his bed, flipping through a magazine.

He was still holding Noah's hand when they went into the room. He gave Merlin a smile, keeping his voice down. "Hey, buddy." He pointed at Noah with a sheepish smile. "Coffee friend..."

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[magicmoments]

"Yeah, I think he probably does but at the same time, he's super-protective of his privacy and I think that's even more now. He's not happy that he has to go public about the cancer but at the same time, he wants to shame the assholes making up bullshit about him. He's hoping it'll get them to back off a little and give him the space he needs to deal with this. If he's running outta time, he doesn't want it filled with dealing with shallow cunts in the industry. I dunno where to even start with wedding shit. I've literally never thought about myself getting married. All the materialistic stuff won't matter. My head's spinning." Merlin noticed when Wes started sweating and it wasn't long before it was dripping down his face and his cheeks were inflamed. Noah knew what to do to help but Merlin still worried. "Wes, if you ain't feeling well, buddy, go home to bed, okay? I'm serious. You gotta be kind to yourself. Hey, I can vouch for how well you'd been doing before all that happened, dude. You used to jam with the squad all the time and you were really well when I first met you. I think it's epic cool Euan and Julie adopted you. You're happy with them?"

[irockthemic]

"It's my stomach. I just need a minute," Wes mumbled, leaning over nursing his stomach and burying his face in the crook of his arm bracing on the armrest. It was almost easier tackling the nausea because at least once he was sick, it eased a bit. The cramping pain was worse and it wasn't helping the sweats. He knew even if he was at home in bed, he would still be feeling like this. It was really fucking important to him to be here for Merlin right now because this was once in a lifetime stuff. At least, so he fucking hoped. It was impossible to know what the future could bring if Brandon passed away. Merlin might never want to get married again. No one could possibly know how he would deal with losing Brandon and Wes hoped like fucking hell they didn't have to find out. He lifted his head and gingerly twisted the cap off his water bottle to sip from it. "Feel like such an A-Class whiner right now, considering Brandon's dealing with a billion times worse but this pain is horrible. You gotta start with what's most important, dude. So, what do you think it most important that comes to your head when I ask that? Can we just take a moment to point out how cool it is that Noah's dad knows a PI? Like, that's gotta be a cool as fuck job. And thank fuck, if he stopped you dying."

[maybethatsalie]

Noah shook his head helplessly when Wesley was doubling-over with the stomach pain but Noah knew it was awful. It was on-par with when you ate something bad but it didn't ease off when it got out of your system. It was the side effects of the medications and not the illness itself but those bitches could be worse than the illness. He was worried how Wes was going to keep trying to push on while it was hitting him like this. He seemed reluctant to rest, especially because he felt an important part of his reason for coming to New York was to be there for Merlin while Brandon was sick. "I don't think Brandon would deny you some whining, babe. I don't think any of us would. In fact, I'd say Merlin wouldn't even mind a whining distraction for a little while because he's probably feeling close to freaking out about wedding plans when he actually remembers he has to plan a wedding rather than just struggling to process that he's actually getting married. The materialistic stuff might matter, dude. It's what makes the day. I remember when Euan and Jules got married, they tapped into a lot of Euan's Irish heritage and he had no interest in anything wedding-y. Now he's glad he did." He stroked his fingers through Wesley's hair, trying to comfort him a bit. "There's no doubt about the fact I'd be dead right now if Clint wasn't the one who found me. It sounds like the only way he got me outta there was because he had an in with whoever was in charge of the joint. Clint's a PI on the face of it but he's legit one of the coolest people you'll ever meet. One of the roughest too. You can't be a wilting flower around Clint. He says whatever he wants, the cruder the better. He's awesome," he added with a smirk.