Even if Austin had disappeared into the bathroom as quickly as he could, Beau was gesturing with both to the sick bowl he just left right there for him, and exasperated sigh falling out of him. He slumped down in the chair and resting his head on the back of it. It gave him a moment to breathe and process what Austin was saying. Moments like these, he wasn't sure why he chose to specialise in Oncology because his hate for cancer felt like a physical pain inside. But he understood it was more than just your body is destroyed and he knew what his patients were facing. That was why he was here on New Year's night on intensive monitoring of a VIP patient with Graft-verses-Host Disease, because cancer didn't spare you because you were a millionaire or a celebrity, and he was listening to his ex puking in a bathroom - who was his ex due to cancer - because it didn't spare doctors who treated cancer either. Fuck, if only treating other peoples' cancer gave you a free pass out of getting it yourself. Getting it a second time, even. And now, all of a sudden, he couldn't even figure out the answer to Austin's conundrum. What was it that made him think Austin cheated because their sex life was annihilated by chemo?