Dr. Sam Campbell (
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"Take a breath, I pull myself together. Just another step until I reach the door..."
Who: Sam and Mark (with Justin and Sasha)
What: "If it takes you forever, I want you to know if you fall, stumble down, I'll pick you up off the ground."
Where: A private hospital in Sydney, Australia
When: Following this, this and this
Being a cardiothoracic surgeon, Sam wasn't unfamiliar with ICUs but he would never get used to visiting family members in them. The Campbell family had been dealt more than its fair share of blows over the years but this life-threatening car accident that had now landed both Justin and Sash in one, with no one really coping that well with the new, was one of the biggest blows Sam felt. It was definitely a bigger struggle in the wake of being told he had cancer, but he was holding onto the reassurance that it was one of the most treatable forms. It was going to be awhile before he started responding to treatment and began to feel physically better, though. He could do without his IV pole proper right now.
Still, he knew it was a necessary evil. Grateful that he could be mobile with it and had the green light from his admitting doctor to go to the ICU for a bit. Regardless of the circumstance, he knew Mark wasn't in a good headspace and that meant no matter how wiped out Sam was feeling, his place was at his twin's side and the first step was checking if he was okay. Their mum had left Sam a note while he was asleep that Justin had been rushed back to surgery. If Mark was barely holding up before then, he would be in a tougher place now.
He waited until the nurses allocated to monitoring Justin and Sash's connected rooms gave him the all-clear to go in but hesitated just a moment or two at the door when the sight of Justin and Sasha confronted him. He didn't let himself get stuck on it. Guiding the IV pole into the room, he sat down in the vacant chair by the one Mark was slumped in at Justin's bedside. He didn't say anything, he just put his hand on Mark's shoulder.
What: "If it takes you forever, I want you to know if you fall, stumble down, I'll pick you up off the ground."
Where: A private hospital in Sydney, Australia
When: Following this, this and this
Being a cardiothoracic surgeon, Sam wasn't unfamiliar with ICUs but he would never get used to visiting family members in them. The Campbell family had been dealt more than its fair share of blows over the years but this life-threatening car accident that had now landed both Justin and Sash in one, with no one really coping that well with the new, was one of the biggest blows Sam felt. It was definitely a bigger struggle in the wake of being told he had cancer, but he was holding onto the reassurance that it was one of the most treatable forms. It was going to be awhile before he started responding to treatment and began to feel physically better, though. He could do without his IV pole proper right now.
Still, he knew it was a necessary evil. Grateful that he could be mobile with it and had the green light from his admitting doctor to go to the ICU for a bit. Regardless of the circumstance, he knew Mark wasn't in a good headspace and that meant no matter how wiped out Sam was feeling, his place was at his twin's side and the first step was checking if he was okay. Their mum had left Sam a note while he was asleep that Justin had been rushed back to surgery. If Mark was barely holding up before then, he would be in a tougher place now.
He waited until the nurses allocated to monitoring Justin and Sash's connected rooms gave him the all-clear to go in but hesitated just a moment or two at the door when the sight of Justin and Sasha confronted him. He didn't let himself get stuck on it. Guiding the IV pole into the room, he sat down in the vacant chair by the one Mark was slumped in at Justin's bedside. He didn't say anything, he just put his hand on Mark's shoulder.
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He stopped talking suddenly, eyes still locked on Sash. Even ill, he was unable to turn his doctor reflexes off. He pushed the portable tray table out of the way to get up. "He's fitting!" Before he even made it to the nearby doors connecting the two ICU bays, Sash's room was swarming with medical staff.
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A jumble of thoughts and fears sped through his mind at what Sash having a seizure might mean. Sam didn't intercept to help, obviously, but he did stay near the door and observed what was going on. Mark lost track of time and how long all this went on for. It felt like a really long time and that couldn't be good. As things calmed down, Sam was having a conversation with one of the doctors, if the scrubs and lab coat was anything to go on. He stayed close to Justin until Sam eventually came back into the room. "What the fuck was that? Is he okay? F-Fuck... what does it mean? Is he still alive?"
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"They're going to take him for another MRI to make sure there's not another bleed. Seizures can be caused by a lot of things but I know what you're thinking. It's too early to know if the brain injury has caused any long-term damage. He can completely recover but they aren't going to know until the brain has a chance to heal. Brain injuries are complex. We won't know the full story until he wakes up and his cognitive functioning can be assessed. You should go home and try to get some sleep, Sparky. I can stay here with the boys. Any of us can. You need to try to get some rest," he urged, knowing it could be a pointless plight because Mark could be extremely stubborn but he had to try.
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He lowered his hands and rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs. "You're supposed to be starting chemo, Sammy. This is so fucked up. My twin with bloody cancer is sitting here telling me I need to try to get some rest. You shouldn't have even left hospital when I got that call about the accident. Are you putting it off? I can't let you use any of this to put off your treatment. You look really fucking crook, okay? I know that's bullshit coming from me right now because I don't look much better. But this isn't going to kill me. I know you're worrying yourself sick about me hitting the booze and I'm promising you, I'll go and try to get a kip. Only if you promise me you will too. Gen and Alexis, they're probably better equipped to be here at the moment anyway. Jus would probably freak out if he woke up and we're both sitting here looking like something out of the Night of the Living Dead. I just..." He stopped to take a deep breath. "Are you using me as an avoidance tactic like I'm using booze? You've been straight with me about everything? It's not worse than you're letting on?"
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He nodded by way of a promise he wasn't sure he could keep. The only time he had been sleeping lately was when he exhausted himself so much from puking and crashed. He had some medication to ease some of that sickness but he still had so much swirling around in his head and that was before Justin and Sash's car accident. "I'll try and get some sleep. But I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow with the oncologist to talk about treatment regimes and after that, I was thinking I'd go and visit Michelle and Louis. Might help me clear my head a bit. I've been thinking about them a lot lately."
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He grabbed his bottle of water but he didn't drink any. Something to do with his hands so he didn't grab Sam and beg him not to die. "Sammy, you're so in love with Alexis. Possibly as much as you ever did with Michelle. I've seen how you look at her and, mate, it's the same. So, I know that all you want is to make her happy and give her the support she needs making up for lost time with Jus. But none of that erases the trauma you've been through too. Losing Michelle and Louis in the worst way, before you even got to meet your son. You grieved for the both." He started to tear up then because he had been with Sam for every moment of that grief. "You know what it's like to lose the person you love to cancer and it's never something you'd want Alexis to go through. Tell me what you're feeling, Sammy. All of it. I can take it."
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"I'm not okay, Sparky." There it was. And it sounded so much more real out loud. He put his head in his hands, needing some time before he could continue. "I can't let myself want it. Fertility Preservation feels too much like I'm bullying Justin into something he might never be okay with. I mean, fuck, it feels like I'm bullying Alexis into thinking about more children when it's never what she wanted. But I've always wanted it and any time I get near to it being a reality, something happens and destroys it. Losing Louis still hurts. I'm not ready to decide what's supposed to happen next. Lex and I weren't there yet. We just weren't. The seed wasn't even planted. It only came about when I told her about Louis. We both needed Justin to know that we'd acknowledged it was maybe an option some day but I knew he wouldn't be at the place to deal with it yet either. In my heart, it just feels like this is the world telling me it's not meant to be. And I love you, mate, more than the world but you've got two kids you never planned or wanted before they came. I don't know how to explain to you how this feels or why I'm feeling it."
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He shifted closer and wrapped his arm protectively around Sam, resting his head against his twin's in a hug as tight as he could without hurting him. "If you're not ready, maybe you should leave the option on the table to think about later. Do what needs to be done then set it aside to think about when you're ready, when you're feeling better. You've got to focus on getting treatment and making it through having cancer, Sammy. You're crook. Now isn't the time to make finite choices for your future. You and Alexis won't know what you want in the future until you get there. Your time isn't up. I'm not going to let it be up. I need you to give yourself this, mate. I can't imagine my life without my kids so I can only imagine how much pain you're in. It's my job to make sure you're not in pain alone. I love you. I've got your back."
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He sighed, wiping his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Fuck. I feel sick. Christ..." He took a few more moments, resting his forehead in his hands again. "I really love her, Sparky. At first, it was just company and a bit of fun for both of us. It was just this mutual unspoken agreement that the priority would be on her building a relationship with Jus and sometime later down the track when things were more settled, we'd figure the stuff about what we want together in the future. Which was great because we weren't in a rush and it just felt right. Even going through the challenges of her understanding Justin's needs and how his illness can present. We weren't even close to any of this even if the subject had come up. These aren't conversations to have when her son and future son-in-law were nearly killed in a serious car accident. She needs me."
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He got up and grabbed a sick bag from the dispenser on the wall and brought it over for Sam just in case. "You know, Gen was asking me if my demon hangover might be me tapping into the twin-sense and I think she might've had a point if I hadn't been actually hungover at the time." He thought quietly for a bit. When Justin stirred just a little and his head slipped off the extra pillow, Mark carefully nursed his head while he fixed it without Justin even waking. "Or were you really close to all that again, Sammy, and it just scared you to admit it because you never thought you'd have it again after Michelle?"
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He blinked tiredly and shrugged. "I'd say Gen's onto something. The Big C. If anything's going to trigger the twinsense, it's that, right? In which case, I'm sorry, mate. I wouldn't wish an unrelenting crook gut on anyone." When Mark got to that next bit, though, Sam baulked. It hit him pretty hard but he didn't even know why. "I-- fuck. I don't know. It was never going to be like that. Justin comes first. Sometimes, I feel like I'm gatecrashing their party. You're his dad, she's his mum, I'm her partner. I don't want him to resent me, Sparky. I don't want him to look back on this important time and feel like I was in the way and trying to nudge him out of the way to re-enact the previous life I lost. And it was all fine until I got fucking crook and now have to confront this finality of losing the chance to be a father myself. It's the first time I've felt like time's run out and that's terrifying."
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He didn't get up to get tea. Tea could fucking wait. "Sammy, Jus isn't a resentful kid. I just want to put that out there for what it's worth. Anything he feels about you and Alexis being together will be way more complex than resentment. Which is why I truly get why you don't want to agitate anything for him. From the moment you knew he existed and how sick he was, you protected him and cared for him like he was yours. You would never want to do anything you thought could contribute to his pain and I think because of that, you're overly conscious of shielding him from anything. You wouldn't even want him to know you're crook if you thought you could keep it concealed. But real talk, mate. There's no fucking way he thinks you're in the way because you and his birth mum fell in love. I can see in my head the look on his face he would give you if he heard that. You know the look I mean, too. That's what you need to think about. That look. Because sometimes it says way more than Jus knows how to verbalise. If this crash hadn't happened, would you have talked to him about any of this?"
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He had sunk so far down on the seat, he now had to prop his head up on his hand watching Justin sleep. "Shit, Sparky, that's a near-impossible question to answer. I'd like to say yes but it doesn't feel right. I know what you're meaning here but the emotional state he's in at the moment, he doesn't have the capacity to process anything. He can't even process Sash's condition or his own injuries. Whatever answer I'd get would be reactionary and not an accurate dive into how he really would feel about this in the longer term. I feel like I need to sleep on it all and just go somewhere to be alone with my thoughts for awhile. I don't want anyone to feel forced into anything."
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He cleared his throat. "Why aren't you pissed at me? For falling off the wagon when you need me the most?" he finally asked, having hedged the issue without confronting it from the start. If the car crash hadn't happened and landed Jus and Sash in hospital, he knew Sam's reaction would probably be different. "I don't know how I let it fucking happen."
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"Sparky..." He sighed wearily and rubbed his forehead between eyes where a painful headache was setting in. "That's like asking why you're not pissed at Justin for walking into the ocean at Bondi. You have a mental illness. You didn't let anything happened. You're unwell, you need treatment. You're self-sabotaging and that's destructive. It's as simple and as complicated as that. I would never be pissed at you for any of this. I might get frustrated and upset because as you know in caring for Justin, sometimes things can get too much but fuck, I would never blame you. You're blaming yourself enough for everyone and that's why you're ill and it's exacerbating. Come here..." He pulled Mark into a hug, holding him close and rubbing his back. "I love you, okay? I need you to never forget that. We'll get you back on track and then you can take care of me with my shit."