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aussielawyerYou know it's going to be a bad day when your kid verbally abuses you twice before breakfast.
Feb. 21st, 2015
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Feb. 21st, 2015 02:15 pmheadingforsomethingIs Justin sick? He just completely lost his shit at everyone after the show and stormed out.
letyourcolorsburstWho: Lewis Sheldon and Liz Harrison
What: Well, fuck
Where: Maternity Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Follows THIS
Two things Lewis was extremely grateful for right about now... a stubborn boyfriend, and Imodium. He and Liz had a late dinner together after he finished work, and he had let her pick the place. It was nice to catch up, and they had fun. But his trip home had consisted of trying to make it back to his apartment before he crapped his pants because he had bad stomach cramps. The elevator ride up to his floor had never felt so long and the little old lady who lived on the floor below him was giving him strange looks the way he was hunched over holding the railing while his stomach made the most weird noises it could manage.
Bottom line was, he knew he either ate something bad for dinner or there had been some sort of dairy something in his meal, despite asking for it without. He had been going to stay over at Lorenzo's for the night too, but he pulled out, sending him a message to apologise because he wasn't feeling so hot and maybe ate something that hadn't agreed with him. Lorenzo, of course, objected and insisted he could take care of him but by that point, Lewis was already stuck in the bathroom... which he hadn't wanted to tell Lorenzo because it was embarrassing as all hell.
Lorenzo came anyway. And he brought Imodium Plus. He had somehow put the pieces together and when he arrived, told Lewis to stop being basic. It took two doses of the Imodium before it kicked in and he was exhausted after it, feeling like his energy had been zapped. His stomach was still upset and he had a bit of a fever. Lorenzo had a newly filled prescription for a sleeping pill the doctor gave him to help him sleep, so with Holly fast asleep in her pram, Lewis and Lorenzo went to bed for the night.
When he woke up early in the morning, Lorenzo was still fast asleep. Lewis still didn't quite feel 100% but at least he wasn't taken hostage by the porcelain bus anymore. Holly woke up a little while later, so Lewis changed her and fed her, and it was only then when he thought to check his phone. He found a string of text messages from Liz begging him to come to the hospital because she needed him. The last text message had him dropping his phone because he was so shocked. He had to go see her, but he didn't want to wake Lorenzo up while he was finally sleeping so soundly after days on end of bad insomnia. So, he bundled Holly up, made sure everything was in her baby bag that he might need, and wrote a huge note for Lorenzo to leave by the bed for him to see if he woke up telling him he had Holly and he was visiting Liz at the hospital.
He pushed Holly pram quickly out of the elevator, looking up at the signs to make sure he had the right floor and then sought out the room number in the last text message. Holly's pink Winnie the Pooh baby bag was slung over his shoulder and he skidded to a stop in the doorway of the room Liz was in. There she was, in the bed, hooked up to a fetal monitor around her belly. "Fuck," fell out of Lewis mouth before he could stop it, mouth dropping open because holy fuck.
What: Well, fuck
Where: Maternity Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Follows THIS
Two things Lewis was extremely grateful for right about now... a stubborn boyfriend, and Imodium. He and Liz had a late dinner together after he finished work, and he had let her pick the place. It was nice to catch up, and they had fun. But his trip home had consisted of trying to make it back to his apartment before he crapped his pants because he had bad stomach cramps. The elevator ride up to his floor had never felt so long and the little old lady who lived on the floor below him was giving him strange looks the way he was hunched over holding the railing while his stomach made the most weird noises it could manage.
Bottom line was, he knew he either ate something bad for dinner or there had been some sort of dairy something in his meal, despite asking for it without. He had been going to stay over at Lorenzo's for the night too, but he pulled out, sending him a message to apologise because he wasn't feeling so hot and maybe ate something that hadn't agreed with him. Lorenzo, of course, objected and insisted he could take care of him but by that point, Lewis was already stuck in the bathroom... which he hadn't wanted to tell Lorenzo because it was embarrassing as all hell.
Lorenzo came anyway. And he brought Imodium Plus. He had somehow put the pieces together and when he arrived, told Lewis to stop being basic. It took two doses of the Imodium before it kicked in and he was exhausted after it, feeling like his energy had been zapped. His stomach was still upset and he had a bit of a fever. Lorenzo had a newly filled prescription for a sleeping pill the doctor gave him to help him sleep, so with Holly fast asleep in her pram, Lewis and Lorenzo went to bed for the night.
When he woke up early in the morning, Lorenzo was still fast asleep. Lewis still didn't quite feel 100% but at least he wasn't taken hostage by the porcelain bus anymore. Holly woke up a little while later, so Lewis changed her and fed her, and it was only then when he thought to check his phone. He found a string of text messages from Liz begging him to come to the hospital because she needed him. The last text message had him dropping his phone because he was so shocked. He had to go see her, but he didn't want to wake Lorenzo up while he was finally sleeping so soundly after days on end of bad insomnia. So, he bundled Holly up, made sure everything was in her baby bag that he might need, and wrote a huge note for Lorenzo to leave by the bed for him to see if he woke up telling him he had Holly and he was visiting Liz at the hospital.
He pushed Holly pram quickly out of the elevator, looking up at the signs to make sure he had the right floor and then sought out the room number in the last text message. Holly's pink Winnie the Pooh baby bag was slung over his shoulder and he skidded to a stop in the doorway of the room Liz was in. There she was, in the bed, hooked up to a fetal monitor around her belly. "Fuck," fell out of Lewis mouth before he could stop it, mouth dropping open because holy fuck.
[ VOICEMAIL ] To Ash @ legalistic
Feb. 21st, 2015 07:30 pmaussielawyerI know it's the middle of the fucking night, but I need you to come down to the 34th Precinct, ASAP. Justin's been arrested, I need you to represent him so we can get him bail. I'll explain when you get here.
"Downward spiral, where do I begin?"
Feb. 21st, 2015 08:33 pmaussielawyerWho: Mark Campbell, Ashley Emmerson and Justin Campbell
What: Damage control
Where: 34th Precinct, NYPD
When: Late Friday night, into Saturday morning
Nothing could have prepared for the sight of seeing his son in handcuffs, let alone in handcuffs in a police interrogation room. Mark had been out driving the streets trying to spot Justin, a desperately pointless effort in a place like New York City. He had nothing else left to do though. Justin had deliberately left his cell phone at the theatre in his dressing room. Mark had GPS tracking app on it which had saved Justin's life in the past, but this time, Justin hadn't wanted to be found. When Mark had been alerted to the fact Justin had lost his shit after the show and stormed out, he had tried to track him straight away. It took him to the theatre, and at first he thought Justin might have gone back there. No such luck.
Driving through the chaotic streets of the city, battling Friday night in the City That Never Sleeps, Mark had been getting increasingly terrified Justin was going to show up dead. He would get a call to say his kid had jumped in front of a train, or off a bridge. OD'ed in a grimy bathroom somewhere, or found with his wrists cut in a sleazy back alley somewhere. What he had failed to do in his fearful stress was realise there was a link to what he had spoken to Billy on the phone about that morning and Justin's actions.
Then he had gotten that horrible phone call from the cops. As soon as the officer identified himself, Mark had been hit with an icy cold wave of fear that he was about to be told he had to go identify his kid in the morgue. He almost threw up. Justin wasn't dead, though... he had just veered very close to seriously harming someone in a fit of anger. Rage, even. They wanted Mark to come to the station and they strongly suggested Justin have a lawyer present.
Now there was Ash, who was really mostly there for appearance sake because Mark would dictate every move he made. Ash understood this. It was Mark's son, and the only reason Mark wouldn't represent Justin himself was so that no one would have grounds to accuse him of having a conflict of interest to rock the sturdy ground of Justin's defence. Mark looked in through the glass mirrored panel of the interrogation room door at his son. Justin was sitting in there handcuffed, head hung low, shoulders slumped, and shirt covered in splashes of blood.
"Can we have the handcuffs removed, please?" Ash was requesting of the police officer.
There was a derisive snort. "Sorry, bud. The kid's violent and a flight risk. The victim's lucky he's still breathing, from what we heard of the witnesses. You better hope he ain't on life support before the night's out or you'll be looking at a murder charge." Hearing this pissed Mark off, and if Ash wasn't there to step in front of him to intercept him, he would have decked the cop.
What: Damage control
Where: 34th Precinct, NYPD
When: Late Friday night, into Saturday morning
Nothing could have prepared for the sight of seeing his son in handcuffs, let alone in handcuffs in a police interrogation room. Mark had been out driving the streets trying to spot Justin, a desperately pointless effort in a place like New York City. He had nothing else left to do though. Justin had deliberately left his cell phone at the theatre in his dressing room. Mark had GPS tracking app on it which had saved Justin's life in the past, but this time, Justin hadn't wanted to be found. When Mark had been alerted to the fact Justin had lost his shit after the show and stormed out, he had tried to track him straight away. It took him to the theatre, and at first he thought Justin might have gone back there. No such luck.
Driving through the chaotic streets of the city, battling Friday night in the City That Never Sleeps, Mark had been getting increasingly terrified Justin was going to show up dead. He would get a call to say his kid had jumped in front of a train, or off a bridge. OD'ed in a grimy bathroom somewhere, or found with his wrists cut in a sleazy back alley somewhere. What he had failed to do in his fearful stress was realise there was a link to what he had spoken to Billy on the phone about that morning and Justin's actions.
Then he had gotten that horrible phone call from the cops. As soon as the officer identified himself, Mark had been hit with an icy cold wave of fear that he was about to be told he had to go identify his kid in the morgue. He almost threw up. Justin wasn't dead, though... he had just veered very close to seriously harming someone in a fit of anger. Rage, even. They wanted Mark to come to the station and they strongly suggested Justin have a lawyer present.
Now there was Ash, who was really mostly there for appearance sake because Mark would dictate every move he made. Ash understood this. It was Mark's son, and the only reason Mark wouldn't represent Justin himself was so that no one would have grounds to accuse him of having a conflict of interest to rock the sturdy ground of Justin's defence. Mark looked in through the glass mirrored panel of the interrogation room door at his son. Justin was sitting in there handcuffed, head hung low, shoulders slumped, and shirt covered in splashes of blood.
"Can we have the handcuffs removed, please?" Ash was requesting of the police officer.
There was a derisive snort. "Sorry, bud. The kid's violent and a flight risk. The victim's lucky he's still breathing, from what we heard of the witnesses. You better hope he ain't on life support before the night's out or you'll be looking at a murder charge." Hearing this pissed Mark off, and if Ash wasn't there to step in front of him to intercept him, he would have decked the cop.
