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Jun. 9th, 2013
"You lost the love I loved the most."
Jun. 9th, 2013 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dontcomebackformeWho: Nathan Mitchell with Tyler Peterson
What: Who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars?
Where: Intensive Care Unit, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Simultaneous to Damien's performance
It had been just under a week, but to Nathan, it felt like years had passed. He felt aged, and almost frail. It got to the point where he could just no longer get broken, uncomfortable and restless sleep in a chair beside Tyler's bed or along a row of seats in the ICU waiting room. He couldn't keep living on sandwiches and coffee from the vending machine. He was beginning to feel constantly sick because of it, and he knew it was his body's way of telling him it needed a time-out. All that on top of worry, stress, and even a few weak moments where he had just hoped Tyler would die so he didn't have to keep up this fight anymore, and it was starting to take its toll on him. If he wasn't careful, he would end up in one of the hospital beds himself. He held out as long as he could, and even longer than he should when he saw Tyler was showing signs of regaining consciousness. The doctors confirmed it was a positive sign that he was unlikely to be brain damaged, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to wake up with any number of long-term effects from the trauma his entire system had been through.
They were insignificant signs so far. Some fluttering of his eyes, increase in heart rate when examined if he was conscious to pain, pupils equal and reactive to light when they hadn't been before. Nathan just didn't even know if he should be present when Tyler regained consciousness, or if he wanted to be. He sat there a few hours longer, alone this time because everyone else was at a concert for Damien Larson. Nathan had supposed to be there to DJ the music for the after party, but for obvious reasons, he had to pull out of the gig so Luke could replace him. His heart and mind weren't in work right now. He could barely get his mind to string a sentence together and he just felt miserable.
( He gave in eventually and caught a cab home to his apartment... )
RP Narrative, scene complete
What: Who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars?
Where: Intensive Care Unit, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Simultaneous to Damien's performance
It had been just under a week, but to Nathan, it felt like years had passed. He felt aged, and almost frail. It got to the point where he could just no longer get broken, uncomfortable and restless sleep in a chair beside Tyler's bed or along a row of seats in the ICU waiting room. He couldn't keep living on sandwiches and coffee from the vending machine. He was beginning to feel constantly sick because of it, and he knew it was his body's way of telling him it needed a time-out. All that on top of worry, stress, and even a few weak moments where he had just hoped Tyler would die so he didn't have to keep up this fight anymore, and it was starting to take its toll on him. If he wasn't careful, he would end up in one of the hospital beds himself. He held out as long as he could, and even longer than he should when he saw Tyler was showing signs of regaining consciousness. The doctors confirmed it was a positive sign that he was unlikely to be brain damaged, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to wake up with any number of long-term effects from the trauma his entire system had been through.
They were insignificant signs so far. Some fluttering of his eyes, increase in heart rate when examined if he was conscious to pain, pupils equal and reactive to light when they hadn't been before. Nathan just didn't even know if he should be present when Tyler regained consciousness, or if he wanted to be. He sat there a few hours longer, alone this time because everyone else was at a concert for Damien Larson. Nathan had supposed to be there to DJ the music for the after party, but for obvious reasons, he had to pull out of the gig so Luke could replace him. His heart and mind weren't in work right now. He could barely get his mind to string a sentence together and he just felt miserable.
( He gave in eventually and caught a cab home to his apartment... )
RP Narrative, scene complete
[TEXT TO Nathan Mitchell]
Jun. 9th, 2013 10:10 pmpuckhardandcarryabigstickDude... I know it's been a long time, but if this is still Nate's number... This is Kyle. Just a shot in the dark here.